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liminalpebble Ā· 3 days ago
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Stray (A Lokitty Tale): Winter Blues
Hi, my darlings, since we all could use a little (or a lot) of cozy emotional comfort during these difficult times, I wanted to offer you just a bit of Jotun Loki/Lokitty fluff. This does take place in the Stray universe, in the middle of the story, but you don't need to have read that series to read this.
For a quick, tl;dr summary: human lady in 70's Seattle takes in Loki (disguised as a kitty) after his D.B. Cooper stunt, adorable shenanigans ensue.
Here's the series link
Lokitty/Jotun Loki x human shop girl reader
cw: Talk of depression and loneliness (remedied, of course, by our favorite handsome icy boy). The biggest hazard is the tooth-rotting fluff. Enjoy.
ā€œCome on!ā€ you grumble to your elderly space heater, giving it an encouraging pat on the side. Luckily, the coils eventually rouse themselves into a faint orange glow. You breathe a sigh of relief and sit cross-legged on the floor of your apartment, staring daggers at the broken radiator which the landlord never really plans to fix.
The newly-adopted black cat pads towards you and immediately curls into your lap with a graceful slinky twist. You slide your hand gently over his silky fur, feeling the knots of your anger and frustration gradually loosen.
ā€œSorry, buddy,ā€ you say to the cat, who fixes you with his stunning aquamarine eyes. ā€œIt's not usually snowing like this yet, or quite this cold. I guess the whole city is stuck inside.ā€
Loki gazes up at your face. Bathed in the warm amber glow, the contours of your cheeks, lips, and lashes look like a work of art to him.
She's so lovely. I hope some day I can tell her so...really tell her so.
But beneath your loveliness, he can see the circles under your eyes, the way you rub your temples and slump your shoulders, the way the growing darkness (literal and metaphorical) are weighing on you. You gather him up in your arms and sling an afghan around your shoulders, shuffling towards the window. He watches as a bittersweet grin spreads over your features.
ā€œAt least it's kind of pretty, isn't it? And at least I have you, little friend.ā€
He purrs contentedly as you scratch lightly between his ears on your journey to the couch. Loki watches with concern as your silence gradually turns into the telltale gasps and sniffles of tears. He flinches slightly as the salty drops hit his fur.
ā€œOh. Sorry, kitten,ā€ you say, sniffing and swiping a hand across your cheek. ā€œI just...god, I'm so tired and...and so alone. It feels like all the cards are stacked against me sometimes. My paycheck barely keeps us here...shitty as the place is. I'm just so frustrated, and tired, and angry, and afraid....and sad...and...ā€
You shiver. ā€œAnd cold.ā€
His paw pats gently but insistently on your hand. You feel crazy even thinking, not for the first time, that it's as if he understands you. Those bright, clear, eyes seem so wise and perceptive. You'd swear he's trying to comfort you.
Sweet human. If only you knew how much I care for you. I'm the god of outcasts. Appropriate, I suppose, as I'm always being cast out...but not by you, my sweet human because you are special...unique. I wish I could hold you. I wish you could understand me.
And then, he considers a way. It's a way he's used cautiously only once before, uncertain of how it might affect his precious human, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He smiles to himself and nuzzles his velvety head against your arm.
Patience, human. Your savior is here, you just don't know it yet.
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It's an absolutely adorable habit, your little naps in the evening. Or, at least, Loki thinks so. Sometimes, he'll even join you under the tattered old throw blanket to sleep against the undulating warmth of your body.
He joins you today, but not to sleep and not just to use you as a heating pad. The little cat pulls the blanket carefully up and over your shoulders by his teeth, ensuring that you're warm and comfortable (all the while cursing his lack of opposable thumbs). Then he settles himself in between the curve of your neck and shoulder, holding one delicate paw against your temple. A green glow shudders through the little creature and flutters around your head like glitter swirled in water.
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Your vision is foggy at first as your eyes blink open. Initially, everything is a mass of pearlescent white and a pale aquamarine (a shade you could swear you know from somewhere). As your eyes open wider, and the fog clears, you begin to orient yourself to the sharpening view.
You're standing in the center of a clearing, in a dense snow-covered forest. It's a far cry from the filthy gray slush of downtown Seattle. This snow is a shocking white, glowing, even in twilight. The vast crystalline carpet unfurls beneath you as the sky above dances with northern lights. All you can think, for a long suspended moment, is that this place is ancient. You breathe in and it hits you; the complex aroma of pines and evergreens which have been there long before you were born, and somehow you know, deep in your bones, that this is a magical place.
To your surprise, you don't feel at all cold. Your body is swaddled in rich furs and draped in lush velvet, keeping you warm as you observe it all. Everything is quiet, draped in the muffling blanket of snowfall, and you feel your breathing quiet in kind.
The crunch of footsteps catches your attention as a figure moves gracefully, deliberately, towards you. It glides, back lit, from the inviting amber glow of a wooden lodge where candles sparkle and flicker in every window.
You guess that this mystery person must be over eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and sure-footed, striding through the ice and snow easily as a cape of regal black fur dances around him. As he nears, you see a pair of majestic onyx horns rising from a crown on his noble head.
Closer still, you see his skin; a striking cobalt blue moving against the snow, and his eyes; two crimson rubies cutting through dusk like stars.
Finally, he stands before you, and though you know you should be afraid, you feel only curious and struck by his otherworldly beauty. He acknowledges you with a bow and the sharp lines of his cheeks raise to show a wide, striking, smile. His teeth are as white as the snow itself.
Loki extends his huge hand to cradle yours and you feel your heartbeat kick up with the thrill of it. As it is so often with dreams, it doesn't occur to you to ask where you are, or how you got here, or who he is, or even if he means you harm. You simply trust this beautiful creature of a man before you.
ā€œCome with me,ā€ his deep voice invites, and you accept, taking his offered arm as if you were a princess at a ball.
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He opens the enormous doors and steps aside for you to enter. The entire cottage (or really, more of a Viking longhouse, if such a thing were made cozy) was perfumed by a roiling fireplace, giving off a toasty, woody incense, like honeydust.
The stranger removes his hooded cloak and impressive crown. He smiles that same charming smile and runs a hand through his long hair, as black and shiny as raven feathers. It occurs to you that this regal being seems nervous, downright boyishly giddy, around you.
ā€œPlease. Make yourself comfortable,ā€ he says, gesturing magnanimously to the plush velvet couches with their layers of warm furs and quilts. You nod and gladly obey, lulled and comforted by the heat as if sinking into a warm bath.
The giant returns with two warm mugs (one the size of a pot, and one of normal size) of something delicious and spicy-smelling, then settles beside you in the heat of the crackling fire.
ā€œThank you,ā€ you say, reaching for the cup and enjoying it's warmth against your palm. Finally, your rational brain kicks in and you ask, ā€œWhere...what is this place? I'm...dreaming?ā€
He laughs, a deep rich baritone chuckle, and you think it might be the most beautiful thing you've ever heard.
ā€œIn a sense.ā€ The corners of his crimson eyes crinkle as he smiles and says, ā€œYour body is asleep, yes. But I'm real...this place is real.ā€
ā€œAnd...not to seem rude, but you are...?ā€
He finishes a sip quickly and politely dabs at his lips before speaking, ā€œOh yes, I suppose this form must be rather...exceptional...to you.ā€
You sigh and nod with a smile, relieved that he was the one to address the elephant (or rather, the frost giant) in the room. Meanwhile, Loki thinks that this shy smile must be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
ā€œI'm a frost giant...a Jotun. King of Jotunheim, actually...not to brag,ā€ he says with a flirtatious wink.
He chatters on genially, careful not to give you time to ask his name. ā€œI've brought you here because you deserve some kindness. You've taken in a creature quite sacred to us and cared for him diligently, asking nothing in return.ā€
You're about to speak but you're momentarily distracted by the beverage you've just sipped. It might be the most delicious thing you've ever tasted; sweet and rich and spicy. You make the rather absurd mental note to ask the King of Jotunheim for his mulled wine recipe. That thought alone makes you chuckle.
ā€œWhat is it, darling?ā€
ā€œIt's just...all so strange and...wait, are you trying to tell me that my stray cat is a sacred creature?ā€
ā€œWell, yes. All cats are. But that one is very special, in particular. Some day, you'll find out why.ā€
He sets his mug down with surprising dexterity, considering his size, and continues in a more somber tone. He takes both of your hands in his and scoots closer. He smells subtly of mint and pine, and his mere towering presence sitting beside you, curled around you, makes you feel safe, protected.
ā€œI know that you are in need of some kindness, some hope, and I'm here to tell you there is good yet to come. There are splendid things yet to come. I know you're exhausted, sad, and frighted. It pains me to see it, but I know you're strong.
ā€œI don't feel strong,ā€ you admit, bowing your head toward you lap.
His long finger slides gently beneath your chin, lifting your face to meet his kind ruby eyes.
ā€œPlease, meet my gaze. It's a pity to hid that lovely face from my eyes.ā€
God, he's charming. Are all frost giants just oozing charm like this, or is it only their king?, you wonder, as your cheeks begin to burn brighter than the fireplace.
He wraps one strong arm around you and assures you, ā€œNeeding some kindness or help doesn't mean you are no longer strong. Everyone gets lost sometimes. Everyone stumbles and needs some tenderness occasionally.ā€
You give him a wry smile. ā€œEven you, Your Highness? I find it hard to imagine that the world could make you feel small."
He laughs, then he kisses your hand in a gentlemanly gesture that has chills running down your spine; chills that have nothing to do with his slightly chilly skin.
ā€œEven me,ā€ he whispers as he strokes your cheek. The comforting touch melts you into his arms, into the comfort him, of this place, and you dare to put you head on his shoulder. He strokes your back and pulls a blanket more closely around you, then says lightly, ā€œyou know I'm actually a runt, for a Jotun. I often feel small. It's all a matter of perspective.ā€ He breathes deeply and you feel the smooth waves where you rest against him. The sound and feeling join the crackle of the hearth in a sweet lullaby of sensation.
You close your eyes and whisper, ā€œI wish I could just stay here.ā€
ā€œAh, but you can't, darling. I'm sorry. But you can visit. You must live your life because there is so much good yet to come. In the meantime, know that I'm your humble guardian, always.ā€
He sees the sorrow in your eyes and decides to ease it with humor. ā€œBesides, who would feed the cat?ā€
You laugh, your face lights up, and it utterly melts him.
He moves in very gently and cradles your face as your eyes close in anticipation. Planting a light chilly kiss against your eager lips, he whispers, ā€œTime to wake up, my dear.ā€
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You open your eyes to your lamp lit living room and sigh at the vivid memory of your lingering dream. As you stretch, the cat hops away from you with an indignant little chirp. How dare you remove his warm seat!
As a peace offering, you kiss his velvety head and scratch between his ears before rising to your feet. You know it was only a dream, but it's left you feeling better, more hopeful.
Silly, you think, silly brain...putting me on a date with the King of Jotunheim. At least it made me feel better, anyway, imagining some kind of magical guardian angel.
As you cross the room, still yawning, you stop in your tracks. Right before your eyes, the radiator softly tings and hisses into life, sending warm balmy air into the room after weeks of cold. You step nearer, gingerly, as if it might be possessed. How can it possibly be fixed?
On the coffee table beside it, There's a piece of rather fancy looking antique parchment with a delicate cursive skating across its surface. You hold it up to your face and read the title at the top.
Jotun Mulled Wine (courtesy of His Majesty)
A recipe...for mulled wine...from...
You feel the wheels of your mind trying desperately to gain traction and explain this, but you're interrupted by the cat, begging to be held again.
You oblige him, holding tightly to him like a security blanket. When his blue-green eyes meet yours, you finally say, ā€œWell kitten, this is all pretty weird. I guess I found this earlier and forgot, but it sure did give me some wild dreams.ā€
As you walk to the kitchen, feline in tow, you say, ā€œChrist, here I go, talking to the cat again.ā€ You pause and smirk playfully to your companion, ā€œSay, kitten...did you know that you're a sacred animal?
Well, obviously, Loki thinks, I'm a god.
You chuckle at his sassy mews as you cut carrots and begin to heat up a skillet.
ā€œI love you, you cocky little jerk.ā€
I love you, too, pathetic little human.
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fla-t-line Ā· 8 months ago
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valeron99 Ā· 10 months ago
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Night slipping.
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g1rlwholivesindelusion Ā· 6 months ago
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ā€” Loki of Jotunheim ā„
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simplyholl Ā· 1 year ago
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Frozen Stiff
Summary: Captured by the Frost Giants, your time on Jotunheim gets interesting.
Pairing: Jotun Loki x F. Reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Loss of virginity. Size kink. Somnophilia.
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You really did it this time. Your father instructed everyone stay in their homes this night. Loki, king of the Frost Giants had warned your father, King Erik, king of the elves that he would be coming through Alfheim. If anyone was caught outside, they would be considered an enemy, and taken prisoner.
Your fatherā€™s royal decree had went in one ear and out the other. You were considered a trouble maker. Not because of anything you had done consciously. Trouble seemed to follow wherever you went. You were so unlike your sister, the future queen of Alfheim, and no one let you forget that.
She was tucked away safely in her chambers with the door locked. Here you were, hiding in the bushes outside the palace. You wanted to get a good look at the Frost Giants. You had never seen one in person, and you didnā€™t think the view from your chambers would do them any justice.
Loud footsteps echoed throughout the forest as they stomped through. The trees were shaking with each step they took, the force of their large bodies leaving holes in the ground where they walked. They were approaching quickly. You really should run back in the palace, but you were frozen. The first few Jotuns walk by and youā€™re stunned.
They are even bigger than you imagined. Then you see him, King Loki. He struts through and a wild thought comes to you. Heā€™s beautiful. You had always been taught that the Frost Giants were ugly beasts that would take misbehaving children in the night. They seemed nice enough. King Loki had even given your father warning before passing through. He and the last three giants walk passed you and you count the seconds before you can run back inside.
Woof
You look beside you terrified. Your sisterā€™s dog, Arnie, pants beside you, tail wagging.
Woof
He barks again. You grab him, trying your best to shush him. But itā€™s too late. Heā€™s gained their attention. They turn back around, looking toward the bushes you are hiding in. You sink lower to the ground, trying to shove your body under the bush. You close your eyes, hoping if you canā€™t see them, they canā€™t see you.
But their footsteps shake the ground as they come closer. ā€œWhat have we here?ā€ One of them growls, picking you up with one hand. ā€œWe found a spy, your highness.ā€
ā€œBring him to me.ā€ King Loki demands. You squeak as you are dropped from one huge hand into another. You shiver, the temperature of his skin is colder than you could have imagined. ā€œNot a he, but a she.ā€ He says amused, as he looks closely at you.
ā€œWhat are you doing out here, little mouse? I warned your king that we would take anyone we found outside prisoner.ā€ You swallow, trying to seem braver than you felt. ā€œMy father, King Erik, he did command the whole village to stay inside, your highness. I was simply curious and I wanted to see you for myself.ā€
Loki looks at you in the palm of his hand, amusement dancing on his features. ā€œYour father, the king? So that makes you a princess? Are you the heir to the throne?ā€ You shake your head. ā€œNo, your highness, that would be my sister.ā€ You introduce yourself hoping it will get you out of this situation.
ā€œA princess for a prisoner. What an interesting day itā€™s turning out to be.ā€ He sneers. ā€œNo, wait!ā€ You protest. He closes his hand around you, silencing you. When you arrive in Jotunheim, you are brought to a room with a giant bed, huge fluffy pillows, and a roaring fireplace. King Loki places you on the bed.
ā€œThis isnā€™t normally how I treat my prisoners, but you are still a princess. As long as you obey me, you may stay in this room and avoid the dungeon. You are free to walk around, and I will let everyone know that no harm is to come to you. Am I understood?ā€
ā€œYyyyesssā€ You stutter, you had been freezing the entire trip. You run to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together in an effort to get warm. Loki studies you, his red eyes lingering on your sheer nightgown. You really didnā€™t plan on getting captured when you went out, so you didnā€™t bother with putting on a proper dress.
You regret that decision now as his gaze lands on your breasts, heaving on your shaking form. He could see everything through the nightgown, and he was already looking, so you didnā€™t bother with attempting to cover yourself. ā€œIā€™ll have someone make you proper clothing. In the meantime, there are extra blankets in the closet.ā€ He walks out, leaving you with your thoughts.
Months had passed and you were settling into your new home. No one treated you like a prisoner, and you decided for once in your life to stay out of trouble. You had been given a job in the palace kitchen and you were making new friends. You were actually starting to like it here.
You giggle as your closest friend Marta, asks about your sex life. As a princess, you had to save yourself for whoever your father chose for you. You knew very little about the act itself. But Marta filled you in. She answered every question you had without judging you, and she even gave you some tips. The most shocking part was learning that a male might want to kiss you between your thighs. Marta told you there was nothing like it, so you couldnā€™t help fantasizing about it the rest of the day. When you laid your head down to rest, your tried to think of more questions for Marta.
The door to your room squeaked open. King Loki walked in, shutting it behind him. He gently removed the blankets from your sleeping form. You were wearing the nightgown from the first night you met him. He reaches out, his long finger grazing your nipple. The chill from his skin causing it to harden under his touch. You sigh from his attention, but donā€™t wake up. He carefully spreads your legs, laying down between them. His cold tongue meets your center, and you buck your hips toward him. He takes this as an invitation, long tongue lapping between your thighs.
You jump up, searching your room for him, but heā€™s not there. It was all a dream. You confide in Marta about it and she says it must be your conversation. It made its way into your subconscious. But you didnā€™t talk to Marta about it the next night when you had it or the next night. Weeks had passed and still, you had the same dream every night. It made it awkward for you when you had to serve King Loki his meals.
ā€œKing Loki has requested you serve his dessert in his chambers.ā€ Marta told you, handing you the tray piled high with pastries, cakes, and fruit. You knock on his door, waiting for his instruction to enter. When he calls for you to come in, you bow to him. ā€œMy king, Iā€™ve brought your dessert.ā€ Heā€™s propped up on his bed, gesturing for you to place it on a table by the window.
Heā€™s so big, he nearly takes up all the room on the large bed. His muscled blue form has been the object of your fantasies for a while now. ā€œRemove your dress, and get on the bed.ā€ He demands. You drop the metal tray on the table. ā€œExcuse me, your highness. I must have misheard you.ā€
He pats the bed, ā€œYou heard correctly, little mouse. I know you desire me. You dream of me every night. Iā€™m only rewarding your good behavior.ā€ You fight the urge to pinch yourself. You must be dreaming. ā€œHow did you know about that?ā€ You manage to mumble. ā€œI know all, little one. You can hide nothing from me.ā€
He beckons you with his thick finger. You do as he instructed, removing your dress and getting on the bed with him. He lifts you with one hand, hovering you above his face. ā€œWha- what are you doing?ā€ You stammer. ā€œIā€™m having my dessert.ā€ He quips placing you on his mouth. His long, cold tongue covers your center. You shiver from the chill. His velvety muscle curls beneath your clit, flicking it.
He treats you like a porcelain doll, holding you as if you might break. He could easily crush you without trying. You really were like his own personal doll. He enters your untouched flesh with his tongue, rocking you back and forth on it. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, trying to ground yourself. He drinks you like itā€™s water, the icy muscle tipping you over the edge, making your toes curl.
He suddenly tosses you on your back, his bulky form trapping you beneath him. He settles between your thighs. They start aching as he spreads them as wide as he can. Itā€™s still not wide enough to accommodate him. So he pushes your knees to your chest, his gigantic cock nudging your center.
The thought of ruining such a small, delicate woman driving him mad with lust. ā€œIā€™ll split you in half, little mouse. You would like that wouldnā€™t you?ā€ Your still dazed from your orgasm, so you only hum in response. ā€œMy sweet princess is cock drunk and she hasnā€™t had any cock yet.ā€ You nod, reaching for him. ā€œI am the first to touch you, correct?ā€ Another hum to confirm.
You gasp when he dips a large finger inside you, curling it upwards. ā€œI have to get you ready.ā€ He explains. As he works his skilled finger inside you, you rock your hips, hungry for more. You whine as he removes his digit from you, but youā€™re not left wanting for long. He thrusts into you, and you scream. He stretches you, and you try to adjust to his size. You feel him bottom out and you wiggle to get more comfortable.
Tears fall down your cheeks, the stinging not subsiding. ā€œMy poor princess. Iā€™m too much for her. Itā€™s only the tip, my sweet girl.ā€ He gently traces the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach. Loki presses on it. ā€œI can see myself protruding out of your stomach, little one. Do you know how feral that makes me? Such a small creature struggling to take the head of my cock.ā€
He tilts his hips, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Goosebumps line your arms when you feel his breath on your ear. ā€œYouā€™re doing so good for me, my little princess. You feel incredible. Iā€™ll keep you forever, my little plaything.ā€ You whimper at his words, a gush of arousal soaking him. He moans, looking at your fucked out expression. He wraps his enormous hand around your waist, thrusting you down on him, faster.
Loki roars as he releases inside you. He pulls out, spreading your now limp legs. ā€œI want to see me dripping out of you.ā€ He lowers his head, black tresses covering your stomach as his icy tongue laps at you once more. ā€œWhat a delicious mess you made.ā€ He coos.
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batwynn Ā· 1 year ago
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Winter solstice and the lonely moon.
(Another art card option for Decemberā€™s Patreon rewards.)
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gloriousburden Ā· 3 months ago
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Wait I donā€™t know if anyoneā€™s talked about this before, but in Jotun Loki fics, people always have the reader touch him while heā€™s in that form which sort ofā€¦ never made sense to me.
Considering the fact that heā€™d be reverted to his Jotun form, wouldnā€™t anyone who touched him began to freeze? Hence why (perhaps one of the reasons) Loki in Thor 1 was so apprehensive about grabbing Odinā€™s hand, with the hand the Jotun grabbed him by and reverted him with in Jotunheim?
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Iā€¦ donā€™t think youā€™d be able to touch him. And he wouldnā€™t just be cold to the touch. Loki is ALREADY quite cold to the touch canonically (right bottom corner shown in the picture above), so in his Jotun formā€¦ heā€™d be freezing.
Anyone please correct me if Iā€™m wrong, though. Was just wondering because I always had the sort of idea that if you touched Loki while he was reverted to his Jotun form, that it would be dangerous. Just like touching any other Jotun.
Which is one of the reasons he was probably afraid to grab Odinā€™s hand. Not only at the thought of himself being a ā€œmonsterā€ and untouchable in that sense, but also literally being untouchable because it wasnā€™t necessarily safe and he was hyper conscious of it, even if he had already been reverted back.
I get people excuse things for the sake of Fanfic, but I actually donā€™t think Iā€™ve seen people talk about this before. So I donā€™t know if itā€™s just them excusing it, or a fandom-wide misconception.
May reword this later. Probably sounds a bit stupid and might be straight up incorrect in some areas because I just woke up.
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joyful-enchantress Ā· 2 years ago
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Spring Heat (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader
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A/N: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay... I wrote this for @springdandelixn and her Double-Trouble Sleepover! Congratulations, Beanie, my love! I hope you enjoy this little fic that I put together for you šŸ–¤
Genre/Warnings: Jotun mating cycle AU, smut (18+), rough sex, choking, dubcon? (everything is consensual but Loki is not entirely in control of himself), language, light angst, fluff too, filth with feeling, established relationship
Word Count:Ā 3182
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The sights and sounds of springtime were all around you as you strolled through the palace grounds ā€”
The busy twittering of birds as they searched for food and fought over tree branches on which to build their nests.
The chattering of squirrels and rabbits and other small animals as they came out of hiding to begin a new season of life.
The rich shade of green returning to the grass in the meadow, speckled with pops of color where wildflowers were beginning to bloom.
Speaking of blooming flowers -- the palace gardens were thriving, and in the next couple of weeks were sure to become a spectacle of color, ranging from delicate pastel hues to bright, vibrant tones. Just in time for the Spring Festival that would be held at the end of the month.
Yes, spring was upon you. Your favorite season. It meant warmer temperatures and sunshine and new life.
But despite all the bright cheerfulness that spring brought with it, for your husband, Loki, it also brought with it a certain darkness.
His heat.
Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.
Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, heā€™d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.
That is, until you had something to say about it.
When you learned of the agony he endured ā€” both physically and emotionally ā€” locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldnā€™t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.
You remembered the conversation youā€™d had with him well. It was shortly after your weddingā€¦
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
ā€œLoki, isnā€™t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I canā€™t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.ā€
ā€œUnfortunately, no, darling. There isnā€™t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I canā€™t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.ā€
Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. ā€œYou sound like youā€™re speaking from experienceā€¦?ā€
He took a deep breath before answering, ā€œYes, Iā€™ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following yearā€™s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, moreā€¦ pain.ā€
Your heart broke for him in that moment.
ā€œWhy does it last so long, Loki?ā€
He gave a mirthless chuckle. ā€œIt lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Orā€¦ā€
His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.
ā€œOrā€¦?ā€ You gently encouraged him to continue.
Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, ā€œOrā€¦ I mate. Breed. Fuck.ā€
Something about the way he enunciated the hard ā€˜kā€™, his Adamā€™s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.
You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. ā€œWell that seems easy enough,ā€ you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.
ā€œWhatā€¦?ā€ He looked at you, perplexed.
ā€œIf having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that ā€”ā€
ā€œNO!ā€ His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and ā€” was that fear? ā€œYou donā€™t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian faƧade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I becomeā€¦ a monster. I am a monster.ā€
ā€œLokiā€¦ā€ you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. ā€œI love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.ā€
ā€œI love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I canā€™t let you do this.ā€ He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. ā€œIt isnā€™t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.ā€
ā€œI trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.ā€ The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, ā€œI want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.ā€
His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.
He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.
ā€œAlright then, darling.ā€ He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. ā€œCome springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, Iā€™ll let you help me. Iā€™ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.ā€
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.
Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.
Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.
And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.
The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.
Was this it? Was tonight the night?
Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.
You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.
But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.
A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.
You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.
You could do this.
You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.
"Loki... can I come in?"
"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.
It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.
"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."
"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."
Good thing you had no plans of going back.
You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.
As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.
Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.
He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.
You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."
And that was all the permission he needed.
He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.
His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.
Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.
Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.
You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.
He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.
You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.
"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.
He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.
Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.
Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.
When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.
But you didn't dare.
You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.
A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.
The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.
"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.
He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.
Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.
You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.
A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.
"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."
You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.
His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.
With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.
His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.
It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.
And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.
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Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.
"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.
When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"
He looked away from you, ashamed.
You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"
"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.
"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."
He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.
"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.
"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"
Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.
"Darling?"
"Yes, Loki?"
A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."
You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."
His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.
Spring was definitely your favorite season.
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holdmytesseract Ā· 20 days ago
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Soothing Your Aches
Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Ɔsir!Queen!Reader
Summary: Your caring husband is always there to soothe your aches - no matter when or where.
Warnings: protective!Loki, pregnancy stuff, nudity, bit of suggestive smut, fluuuff
Word Count: 1,7k
a/n: This lil' oneshot is based on an idea from @eleniblue ! I just had to write it, because it's so sweet! Also, I'm so sorry it took me sooo long to get this posted... Hope you like it nevertheless. šŸ„°
Ice Flower AU Masterlist ā„ Loki Masterlist ā„ Masterlist
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"Have you seen the queen?" Loki addressed one of your personal guards, Ivan, as he was rushing down the corridor towards the throne room; emerald green cape flying behind him.
Ivan nodded. "Yes, my king. Your wife was searching for you. I told her you were out in the city." The king of Jotunheim nodded. "Where did she go?" "I saw her going into the direction of the royal chambers, your majesty."
Loki snorted, "I just came from there, Ivan. She isn't there." and gritted his teeth; feeling the anger - caused by his worry, rise within his body. The king just couldn't help himself. It was the fault of his instincts to protect what was his - like so often.
Loki took a deep breath; trying to control his temper. "You have one job, Ivan! Keeping an eye on the queen and her safe whenever I'm away is the only task you've been burdened with - and you fail." The king shook his head, while Ivan obediently lowered his head. "I apologise, my king, I-" The young Jotun tried to explain, but got immediately interrupted. "She is pregnant, for the Norns sake! This isn't just about my wife anymore!"
Ivan swallowed visibly; fear reflecting in his ruby eyes. Loki still tried to keep his anger at bay; knowing that this was the first mistake of your guard. He tried to have mercy.
"I-I know, y-your highness, b-but-" Ivan got interrupted once more. "You are dismissed for today. Now get out of my sight, before I change my mind."
The guard knew that this was his king showing forgiveness and mercy, so he bowed, "T-Thank you, m-my king." and quickly left.
Loki took another deep breath, before he decided to ask one of the maids about your whereabout.
"Tola," his deep voice caused the blond haired maid, who was currently cleaning his presence chamber, to jump slightly and shriek up. "King Loki! Apologies!" She curtsied. "You scared me a bit." Loki shook his head. "I should apologise. I didnā€™t mean to scare you... Do you know where my wife is?" She nodded. "Sure, my king. Queen Y/N told me that she was going to take a bath in the royal bathing chamber. I offered my help, but she wished to be alone."
A relieved breath left the Jotun's lips. "Thank you." Tola curtsied once more. "Of course, your highness." With a curd nod, Loki turned on his heels and left again; his feet leading him straight towards the bathing chamber.
He could already smell the scent of your soaps and rich oils miles away. It caused him to smile.
Once he entered the bathing chamber, warm, wet air and slight steam welcomed him - alongside your beautiful voice humming an old Norse song.
It's been a long day for the king and all he wished now was to spend time with you and especially to take care of you, as well as the growing offspring within your womb.
Loki quickly started to undress, until he wore nothing more than his loin cloth. Sure, he could've joined you completely nude, but the king didn't wish to 'pressure you' into something. He wanted to take care of you - and if it would include making love, he wasn't going to complain. If not, Loki was more than alright with it.
Smiling, he rounded the corner to face the big pool you were in; leaning against the edge with your head tilted back and eyes closed. One hand held onto the edge, while the other was cupping your swollen belly; gently stroking the wet skin.
Loki watched you for a moment; admired the absolute stunning woman he had married.
"I hope you don't mind if I join you, my queen?"
Your eyes immediately flew open at your husband's words and you looked over; meeting his beautiful ruby eyes.
You smiled.
"No, of course not. In fact, it is highly appreciated. Please do join me, my king." Loki ran a hand through his now damp curls and proceeded to step inside the water and swim over to you.
You welcomed your husband with open arms, of course, given the fact that you hadn't seen him almost the whole day.
"Hello," you whispered against his lips; crossing your arms behind his neck. Loki smirked; wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you as close as your almost five-month-bump allowed. "Hello, Flower." The gap between the two of you quickly melted away, as your lips moulded perfectly against Loki's.
After exchanging several much needed kisses, Loki settled behind you against the quite comfortably built pool edge; pulling you back against his bare chest.
"How are you feeling today, love?" He asked in a gentle voice. His hands came to rest underneath your belly; supporting the weight of your bump. "Honestly?" You sighed. "It could be better. The muscles in my back hurt, just like my feet do. I have stomach cramps already the whole day and felt very dizzy this morning. That's why I decided to take a bath; hoping it would relax my muscles and ease the pain at least a bit."
Loki nuzzled the wet skin of your neck and pulled you even closer against him. "Apologies, Flower. I hate to see you in pain and struggling." Your husband's lips trailed a path of soft kisses from your shoulder up to the shell of your ear. You couldn't help but smile; feeling the butterflies within you running wild. Wild for this man.
"Can I do something for you, my queen? I wish to help." Your smile even widened. Loki was the best husband you could've wished for. "Especially since I am the one to blame for this..." You could practically hear the smirk and playfulness in his voice - and giggled. "Don't say this like we both didn't wish for it to happen." "Well... Point taken." A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, before he breathed another kiss on the side of your neck.
"Now, how can I help, Flower?"
"Hmm..." You thought; being already way too lost and addicted to his touch. You barely saw him today, after all... "Perhaps a massage later? But for now, just hold me, please. I enjoy your warmth and touch-" You felt a nudge against your abdominal wall and bladder, causing you to smile. "Just like the twins," you completed your sentence.
Loki hummed behind you; thumbs starting to trace a pattern in the naked skin on the underside of your bump. "As you wish, my darling."
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After the bath, Loki wrapped you up in a big, fluffy, warm towel, and even carried you back towards your shared chambers.
"There we are..." He said; gently kicking the door shut with his foot. You just smiled with your head tucked in the crook of his neck; inhaling his scent. Loki set you down on your spacious marital bed and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips, before he quickly crossed the room in order to tend to the fireplace. The fire was still burning. Loki just had to make sure it was enough to keep you warm.
"Are you warm enough, my queen?" You nodded; giving him a loving, but definitely drowsy smile. "Currently, yes. Now come here, please..." Loki smiled, "In a moment, Flower." and winked, before he vanished in the bathroom, in order to fetch the best massage oils in the whole kingdom. You received them from a healer on Asgard.
Your husband took the comfortable chair, which stood a bit offsides and actually served as an extra seating possibility in front of the fireplace and sat down beside your side of the bed. His free hand inched closer to your body, while he threw you a smouldering look.
"May I unwrap you, Flower? I heard you are in need of my hands." Mischievous, naughty scamp, you thought with a giggle. "Please do, dear husband."
Loki helped you to free your upper body of its confines, but made sure that your legs and feet were still covered in furs and keeping you warm.
"Turn on your side for me, my love." You did what he said; presenting him your bare back. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but there was no other way than this for a massage. You couldn't turn on your stomach - for obvious reasons.
"There we go." Loki squeezed some oil on his big palm, made sure to coat his other palm as well and then started to gently massage your uptight muscles. "Mhhh..." You sighed as he worked on a particular tight knot. The king chuckled lowly. "Your reaction tells me that I must be doing something right. Does it feel good?" You giggled; nodding. "It always feels good when you touch me, my king. No matter the situation." "Thank the Norns then that I enjoy touching you very much. No matter the situation." You could practically hear the smirk on his lips. "Win win situation, sweetheart."
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After Loki massaged your sore and aching back, you felt way better and relaxed - but your husband wasn't finished yet.
"Would my lovely wife turn on her back again? I think there are cramps who need to be eased as well..." You smiled; following his instructions once more.
The king's eyes travelled from your face down the length of your upper body; lingering on your bump for a moment longer, before his ruby eyes returned to meet your Y/E/C ones.
"You are stunningly beautiful, my queen. Absolutely radiant. Perfect, for me." You couldn't stop your cheeks from redding at his words. "Thank you." Loki leaned over to kiss you lovingly, then began to gently rub the oil in the skin of your belly as well.
You never thought that it would feel this good, but it did - and the babies seemed to enjoy it as well. You could sense it. "They pretty much enjoy the touch of their father," you giggled; looking at Loki. He smiled; nodding amusingly. "I can positively feel it, yes." You giggled again. "Now shush, my queen. Rest and just enjoy," he teased you a bit. "Yes, my king." You took a deep breath and closed your eyes; trying to be calm. You were kinda surprised that it worked that well.
In fact it probably worked too good...
"I'm relieved to see that this seems to help you." Loki got no response. "Flower? Love?" Frowning, he lifted his head - only to see that you slept in. The king smiled; placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and made sure to tuck you properly in.
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wolfpup026 Ā· 23 days ago
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Trick or treat! šŸŽƒ
Happy belated halloween! You get a big Lokitty šŸ˜†
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virushoney Ā· 2 months ago
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lokigodofmyheart Ā· 8 months ago
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THE SECRET
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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader.
Words: 2.774
Summary: Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a long time now. After the fight in Jotunheim and Thorā€™s banishment, he had been distant with you after discovering heā€™s a frost giant and afraid she will hate him when she found out. - 2.774 words.
Warning/Content: fluff, Jotun!Loki.
MASTERLIST
Y/N had checked everywhere for Loki. The library, kitchen, gardens, training fieldsā€¦the only place left it was his chambers, so she makes your way through the halls, towards the Princeā€™s Chambers. Lokiā€™s quarters were usually very quiet. However, now it seemed way too quiet, colder than usual. She approaches his door slowly and knock.Ā 
ā€œGo awayā€¦ā€ Loki mumbles from the other side.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s me.ā€ Y/N says. She knew Loki hated when people interrupted him, but he never mind when it was her.Ā 
Loki remains silent. She doesnā€™t hear him get up from his bed, but the door slowly creaks open until heā€™s facing her ā€œGo away, Y/N.ā€ Loki mumbles again, still not looking straight at her.Ā 
Y/N had a smile on her face when he opens the door, but it quickly vanished when she sees the state he is "Hey, what happened?"Ā 
He doesnā€™t say anything, but his gaze finally meets hers. He looks exhausted, there are bags under his eyes and heā€™s paler than usual. He mumbles again, this time louder ā€œI said go away.ā€Ā 
Her hands found his face, holding him to look at her ā€œYou're not okay...ā€Ā 
Loki pulls himself away from her grasp, moving back into his chambers and sits down on the edge of his bed again. He buries his head into his hands. Thereā€™s so much heā€™s been trying to process lately, but now itā€™s finally catching up to him. He mumbles yet again, this time she can make out what heā€™s saying ā€œPlease...go awayā€¦Iā€™m fineā€¦ā€Ā 
She follows him, closing the door behind her before she sits by his side, sighing ā€œYouĀ  know you can't lie to me.ā€Ā 
He looks up at her, a little annoyed by the way sheā€™s insist on staying. However, his expression softens ā€œI know youā€™re persistentā€¦ā€ He mumbles again, hiding his face in his hands again ā€œPleaseā€¦can we drop itā€¦Iā€™m fineā€¦ā€Ā 
"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't press you." Y/N puts her hand on his shoulder to comfort him.Ā 
Loki leans into her touch, finding a small sense of comfort in the gesture. He lets out a deep sigh, ā€œThank youā€¦ā€ He mumbles, a quiet and almost defeated tone to his voice. He seems like he still wants to talk, but canā€™t bring himself to say the words.Ā 
She gives him a small smile "But I hope you know that I'll listen to you if want to talk about...you know that, right?"Ā 
Loki finally moves his hands from his face, looking straight at her ā€œI know, I know, I justā€¦ā€ He trails off, there were so many things he wanted to share with her. So many things that had been bugging him, but he couldnā€™t bring himself to bring them up ā€œJust thank youā€¦ā€ Loki remains silent for a little longer, closing his eyes and thinking to himself. He sighs and then finally turns to look at her, once again ā€œHeyā€¦can Iā€¦tell you something?ā€Ā 
ā€œOf course.ā€ Y/N says to him.Ā 
He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what heā€™s about to tell her ā€œIā€¦I just want you to promise to not tell anyone, okay? No one can know what Iā€™m going to tell youā€¦ā€ He looks away, taking another breath. Ā 
ā€œI promise.ā€ She says. Loki takes another sigh, trying to find the right words to say. Heā€™s unsure of how she'll react, but sheā€™s one of the only people he can trust. Ā 
ā€œIā€¦I found out something and Iā€¦wellā€¦itā€™s not a good thing and I justā€¦ā€ He trails off, unable to express exactly how heā€™s feeling. He takes another deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment as he tries to work up the courage to tell her. Loki takes another deep breath and stares at the ground. ā€œDo you know what a frost giant is?ā€Ā 
Y/N nods at him ā€œYeah...big, blue and cold creatures.ā€Ā 
Lokiā€™s face turns ghostly pale as he continues, still not meeting her eyes ā€œWhat if I told youā€¦I was oneā€¦?ā€Ā 
She thinks for a few seconds "Is this one of your pranks?"Ā 
He looks up at her, finally making eye contact again. He shakes his head, unable to hide the seriousness in his expression ā€œNoā€¦No. I swear itā€™s notā€¦ā€Ā 
ā€œOh...ā€ she keeps looking at him ā€œOkay.ā€Ā 
Lokiā€™s body suddenly tenses up. Heā€™s waiting for her to react, waiting for her to judge him. Heā€™s expecting nothing but scorn in her voice, anger and disgust. However, when she only give him a simple ā€œokayā€ instead of saying any of those, Lokiā€™s heart stops for a moment. ā€œA simple okayā€¦?ā€Ā 
"Sorry, I'm still assimilating what you just said..." Y/N says calmly.Ā 
Loki is still shocked by her lack of judgement. He keeps staring at her, trying to make sense of the lack of reaction after she just found out something so shocking. ā€œYouā€™reā€¦youā€™re not disgusted?ā€Ā 
"I'm a bit shocked, that's all..." She smiles slightly at him "Is that why you been distant after..." Ā 
Loki nods as she mentions the fight and Thorā€™s banishment, but he doesnā€™t really know how to explain everything to you. Everything has been a lot lately and he doesnā€™t know what to do, this is all new to him as well. He just looks down at the ground as he mumbles once again ā€œYeahā€¦ā€Ā 
Y/N chuckles again, shaking her head "I thought I had done something to you..."Ā 
He sighs as you chuckle. Itā€™s not funny to him ā€œNoā€¦no, you didnā€™t do anything. Itā€™s just thatā€¦Iā€™mā€¦itā€™s just...ā€ He trails off again, not able to get the words out.Ā 
"I get it." She smiles, holding his hand into hers to comfort him. Loki looks down at their hands together. She holds his hand so gently, so tenderly. Itā€™s an unexpected touch, something heā€™s not used to. He looks back up at Y/N, unable to hide the small smile thatā€™s formed on his lips. Y/N is the first one to break the silence this time "Can you....hm...turn blue?" She asks carefully.Ā 
Loki chuckles at her question; it definitely caught him off guard ā€œYesā€¦yes, I can.ā€ He says, his hand still in hers. She notices that his touch is cold. Ā 
"Can I see it?" She asks again.Ā 
Loki hesitates for a second, unsure of if she actually want to see it. Heā€™s never shown his true side to anyone, not even Y/N. Heā€™s scared she wonā€™t accept him for who he isā€¦ He nods slowly, letting go of her hand. ā€œOkayā€¦ā€ He says, standing up from the bed. Loki takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He focuses on his powers for just a moment.Ā 
Ā When he opens his eyes again, his skin is now blue, his veins clearly visible as theyā€™re now a light shade of blue and his eyes are red. The chill of his presence feels more profound than before, with a cold breeze seemingly circulating around him. Y/N looks amazed at his new form, standing up to get closer to him, seeing the marks that he has in his blue skin. Loki stands still as she get closer to him, staring at her face the entire time. She looks fascinated, as if sheā€™s staring at a rare and magnificent creature. Ā 
Y/N looks at all his exposed skin before she looks back at his eyes "Can I touch you?" Loki doesnā€™t say anything, just stares at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. After a few seconds, he slowly nods, allowing Y/N to touch him. Her hands trace the marks on his forehead, before both her hands found his cheek. She had a small smile on her face.Ā 
Loki can feel his cheeks warming as her fingers trace the marks on his skin. HeĀ remains still as Y/N touch his cheek, unsure of what to do. Heā€™s never had someone do this to himā€¦no one has touched him quite in this particular way before.Ā 
"Are the marks sensitive?" She asks curious realizing the way heā€™s reacting.Ā 
He shakes his head slightly, her fingers on his cheeks making it difficult for him to focus. His cheeks feel like theyā€™re on fire, he feels oddly embarrassed right now. ā€œNoā€¦ā€He whispers, trying to remain composed.Ā 
ā€œOkay.ā€ Y/N replied with the smile still on her face.Ā 
Loki knew that if his skin wasnā€™t blue, he would probably be so red now. He continues to stand still as her fingers run across his cheek, trying his hardest to distract himself from how his body feels while her skin is touching his own. However, itā€™s impossible; he feels too vulnerable and exposed right now, heā€™s never been touched in such a familiar way beforeā€¦ Heā€™s a bit lost for words right now.Ā 
"You're skin is cold, but I guess that's normal, right?" She asks looking at his eyes. Loki nods at her question. He canā€™t help it, her touch is making him feel all sorts of ways. He keeps his eyes locked on hers, trying to read what sheā€™s thinking. Y/N smiles at him and notices that theyā€™re really close "I liked this form of you."Ā 
Lokiā€™s heart feels like itā€™s going to burst out of his chest. The way sheā€™s smiling at himā€¦it all makes him feel like sheā€™s looking at him as something more than his friend. His eyes keep staring at hers, unable to look away. He moves his head just a tiny bit, a few inches closer to her, but Y/N doesnā€™t move back. Lokiā€™s face is only an inch away from hers and he feels like heā€™s being drawn in by her gaze, closer and closer.Ā 
Y/N kept her hand in his cheek while she moves closer to his face. Lokiā€™s breathing grows heavier, his heart beating wildly. He can practically feel each pulse as it runs through his body. He doesnā€™t know what came over him, but he decides to act upon his growing desires. His face moves that tiny bit closer to her, until their lips are just millimeters apart. Y/N leans in, brushing her lips slightly against his.Ā 
Loki freezes. The second their lips actually touched, his body reacted almost instantly, and he pulls Y/N into his arms. His head meets hers, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She kiss him more passionately and Loki returns the kiss with equal, if not more, passion. His arms are wrapped around her. Y/N can feel the chill thatā€™s radiating from him, her heat matching his cold.Ā 
He was taken off guard by herĀ sudden boldness when her tongue asked permission. The touch of her tongue made him shiver in a good way. He opens his mouth, allowing her tongue to slide into his own. Everything feels new, everything feels strange and unfamiliar, he never thought this would happen to him, but he canā€™t fight it. He just lets the sensation wash over him, not allowing himself an inch to resist her.Ā 
Eventually, Y/N had to break the kiss to breath, and she do it smiling at him. Loki also need some air, keeping his eyes locked with her when sheĀ pulls away. A shiver runs through his body as the heat leaves his skin, but he only keeps looking at her with passion. Ā 
"I thought you were push me away..." She chuckles.Ā 
Loki just shakes his head as he continues to look at her. His smile from before is wider now; heā€™s never felt like this before. He had never felt this close with someone, never felt thisā€¦passionate. He likes it. He wants more. But, he wants it with her.Ā 
"Can you go back to your 'normal' form?" She smiles "I know you're blushing, and I can't see with your blue skin.ā€Ā 
Loki chuckles a bit at her words. He moves his hands from her waist, and slowly his body changes. His skin slowly changes back to its usual pale color, and so do his eyes. Loki smiles back at her and his cheeks are still a very light shade of pink. ā€œBetter? Now you can see my blush?ā€ He says jokingly.Ā 
"Uhum" Y/N nods with a smile.Ā 
He chuckles again and runs his fingers through his hair ā€œIā€¦thatā€¦you caught me off guard back thereā€¦ā€ He says as he shifts his feet a bit.Ā 
"When I touched your face?ā€Ā 
Loki nods, now looking away from her gaze as he speaks ā€œAnd when you kissed meā€¦I justā€¦I didnā€™t expect itā€¦ā€Ā 
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Y/N looks down, realizing she might had screwed their friendship now. Loki quickly moves his hands on her chin, forcing her to look back at him. Ā 
Heā€™s still smiling, heā€™s not upset or anything of the sort. On the contrary, he looks almost delighted. ā€œDonā€™t be sorryā€¦ā€ He chuckles, still smiling, but then his smile shifts into a smirk ā€œI enjoyed itā€¦ā€Ā 
"You did?" she smiles.Ā 
Loki chuckles and nods once again ā€œYesā€¦I very much didā€¦ā€ He says as he shifts back, looking around the room momentarily before looking back at her. ā€œBut are you sure itā€™s alright? I justā€¦donā€™t want you to see me any differentlyā€¦ā€Ā 
Y/N laughs and shakes her head "I just kissed you in your frost giant form and you're worried that I'll see you differently?"Ā 
Loki chuckles and looks down for a moment. Heā€™s actually enjoying having this conversation with her, itā€™s making him feel less awkward. ā€œWell, it isā€¦unusual for friends to kiss one anotherā€¦ā€Ā 
ā€œIt is.ā€ She says with a soft tone.Ā 
Loki laughs and shrugs his shoulders. Heā€™s not sure how they got to this point, his sadness long forgoten, but heā€™s not particularly complaining. Maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was the whole frost giant thing, but Lokiā€™s feeling pretty good about the situation. ā€œSo, what now? Do we just...ignore that whole kiss thing and continue our friendship...?ā€Ā 
"Is that what you want?" Y/N asks him. Ā 
He thinks for a moment. ā€œNoā€¦I donā€™t think I want to go back to how things were before.ā€ Loki smiles a bit when he says this, and his eyes lock onto her as he leans towards Y/N again. She smiles, leaning in too and kissing him again. His hands reach to her waist and grip her against him. He kisses Y/N once again, passionate, like he had before, but in his usual form this time. He moves his hands from her waist to her hips, trying to stay as close as possible.Ā 
When they break the kiss, they don't move. Y/N smiles at him "I don't want to go back to how things were before either..."Ā 
Loki feels relieved at her words and he smiles, his smile a bit wider than before. ā€œSo, you really don't mind that...that I am...ā€ He says, starting to stutter slightly before he collects himself and continues ā€œ...a frost giant?ā€Ā 
"No, Loki. I don't mind." She smiles, caressing his cheek.Ā 
HeĀ stares at her with disbelief for a few moments before he nods slowly, seemingly accepting her words for what they are. He smiles back at Y/N. She doesn't treat him like an alien.Ā 
"I also wouldn't mind you being blue sometimes, you know." Y/N smiles at him.Ā 
Loki blinks a bit and stares at her for a moment. She's not afraid of him in his frost giant form...she actually like it... He tries to hide his shock and delight, but it shows on his face anyway. ā€œYou wouldnā€™t...?He says incredulously.Ā 
"What? You're quite handsome in both forms." She chuckles.Ā 
He laughs a little too, your comment catching him off guard. ā€œThat's the first time I've ever heard that, actually...ā€ Again, his cheeks blush.Ā 
"That you're handsome?" Y/N asks confused.Ā 
Loki nods, feeling strangely vulnerable. ā€œYes...you're...you're the first to actually compliment my appearance...ā€Ā 
"I found that so hard to believe, Loki." She laughs, her arms going around his neck. Loki chuckles at her comment and wraps his arms around her as well. "You have to promise me something, though..." She says serious.Ā 
Lokiā€™s heart sinks a little at her sudden serious tone, his grip around her slightly harder. His eyes are fixated on hers, eager for whatever it is sheā€™s going to say. ā€œYes?ā€ His voice is almost a whisper.Ā 
"Whenever you blush in your frost giant form, you have to turn back. I can't see you blushing like that.ā€ Y/N laughs.Ā 
He chuckles as well, his smile growing. "You almost gave me a heart attack just now." He says lightly.Ā 
"Sorry.ā€ Y/N laughs and Loki follows her. ā€œSo...ā€ She smirks at him ā€œCan you turn blue again?ā€Ā 
Loki chuckles at her smirk, but then nods his head and do as she asks, his form changes back into his frost giant form. He remains still for a few more seconds before he speaks once more. "Test away..."Ā 
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The Wild Blue Yonder chapters 8 + 9 are up on AO3!
The Wild Blue Yonder: A Loki Movie (55544 words) by Bottan Chapters: 9/10 Fandom: Thor (Movies), Norse Religion & Lore, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), FĆ”rbauti (Norse Religion & Lore), Laufey (Marvel), BĆ½leistr | Byleist (Norse Religion & Lore), Helblindi (Norse Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Jotunn Thor (Marvel), Action/Adventure, POV Loki (Marvel), Jƶtunheimr | Jotunheim, Brotherly Love, Less Brotherly Love, Fairy Tale Elements, Helheimr | Hel (Realm), Loki Has Issues (Marvel), Thor Has Issues (Marvel), Wilderness Survival, Hypothermia, Angry Thor (Marvel), Mono-gendered Frost Giants, Let's party like it's 2011, no beta we die like Loki: again and again and again, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Loki & Thor Bro Feels (Marvel), Loki Loves Thor (Marvel), Thor Loves Loki (Marvel), Pining, Politics Summary: After the botched coronation, Thor and his warriors land on Jƶtunheim ā€“ far away from the capital, far away from Laufey. So they march, and when they find Jƶtnar, they destroy them. But the bridge doesnā€™t open when they call for it, and Odin doesnā€™t rescue them from Laufeyā€™s revenge. Fleeing, separated from their friends, Loki and Thor get hopelessly lost. And while Thor is dying of the cold, Loki is facing a truth nobody prepared him for. ** Or: The one where Thor gets cursed and turns into a Frost Giant. Updates Mondays.
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I'll dream you, I'll dream you,
I'll dream you wide awake.
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