#Loki X Reader

[voxslays]

me whenever I have to do actual work instead of searching through the x reader tags. 🙄

[aloe-vera-quinn]

THEY ARE MY HUSBAND AND MY WIFE I NEED THEM I AN UNEXPLAINABLE WAY AAAHHHH

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[bluesunss]

how I look at the fics that appeared after I refreshed the tag for the 476th time

[wittyandobsessed]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦…

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Loki Odinson x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | jealousy, low self esteem .

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳… 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦—𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦.

▸ Masterlist

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱! 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿!

Loki had not always been the cold, angry man he had become. Once upon a time, he had been a boy full of laughter and warmth, with a smile that could brighten even the darkest day. Back then, life felt simple, filled with moments of joy and the comforting certainty of family.

He had a brother, Thor, from whom he was never separated. They played together from sunrise to sunset, laughing as they chased each other through the golden halls of Asgard, their joyful voices echoing softly against the high marble walls. He had a father, Odin, whose stern face softened whenever Loki succeeded in performing a clever trick or learned something new. And he had a mother, Frigga, whose gentle touch was softer than the feather of the rarest bird. She always had comforting words, and her voice soothed every worry away.

But those days seemed like distant dreams now, lost somewhere in the past. Loki stood quietly by the large window, his breath lightly fogging the glass, as he watched Thor train in the courtyard below. Thor swung his magical weapon, Mjolnir, with ease and grace, defeating each training partner with a confident smile lighting his face. Loki felt a sharp pinch in his heart at the sight. The pride on Thor’s face felt almost cruel, reminding Loki of all the ways he fell short.

Everything had changed from the day Thor began preparing to become king. Suddenly, Loki became invisible. Odin’s proud gaze never strayed from Thor, and it felt as though he had forgotten entirely that he had a second son. Loki tried hard to catch his father's attention, tried to impress him with knowledge, cleverness, and magic, but nothing seemed enough. His accomplishments felt small, his talents unnoticed, overshadowed by his older brother’s effortless greatness.

Loki couldn’t understand why it had to be this way. Wasn't a father supposed to love all his children equally? Why was it that Thor’s victories filled their father’s eyes with pride, yet Loki’s own achievements were met only with silence? He often felt like a shadow, fading slowly into nothingness, unseen and unheard.

He told himself repeatedly that someday he would get used to this painful emptiness, to the bitter absence of a father's attention and a brother’s warmth. But how could anyone ever grow accustomed to loneliness, or accept being constantly reminded of one's weaknesses?

Feeling frustrated and weary, Loki turned away from the window as Thor cheered with his friends below. Thor had once again succeeded, and everyone admired him, applauded him. Loki swallowed his anger, took a deep breath, and picked up the heavy book he had left abandoned on a nearby table. He opened it gently, his fingers tracing the familiar pages. At least here, within these written worlds, he could escape the pain and solitude. Within these pages, he wasn't a second prince living in anyone’s shadow. He was free.

Yet, Loki’s peaceful moment vanished once more when Thor burst suddenly into the room, loud and joyful as always. The heavy wooden doors swung open with such force they banged loudly against the walls, making Loki jump slightly. Annoyed by this sudden intrusion, Loki sighed deeply, his tired green eyes slowly turning away from the page he had been reading, and settled reluctantly onto his smiling brother.

"Thor..." Loki said with a weary voice, barely hiding how irritated he felt at being disturbed again.

"My dear brother!" Thor shouted cheerfully, stepping forward and filling the quiet room with his booming voice. His face shone brightly, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement, completely oblivious to his brother’s irritation. "You will never guess what Father just told me!"

Loki rolled his eyes and gave his brother a bored look, full of sarcasm.

"That you will become king? Oh, but wait—everyone already knows that," Loki replied coldly, a bitter smile curling at his lips.

Thor laughed heartily, completely unaware that Loki was being sarcastic. To Thor, everything was joyful and amusing, never complicated or painful.

"Ah, good one, brother!" Thor chuckled, shaking his head happily. "But no, this is something even better!"

Something better than Thor becoming king? Now, this was interesting. Loki straightened in his seat, suddenly curious. He stared intensely at his brother, waiting eagerly for his answer.

"Fine," Loki said finally, raising an eyebrow and leaning forward. "I give up. Tell me your news."

"It's Y/N!" Thor announced loudly, his voice filled with excitement and joy. "She’s coming back to the palace!"

Loki froze completely. His heart seemed to skip a beat, and his eyes widened with shock and surprise. He had not expected this at all. If he felt lonely now, it hadn’t always been that way. Because long ago, when he was younger, he had never felt alone—not even for a moment. And that was because of you.

You had always been there beside him, his best friend and closest companion. Loki remembered your laughter clearly, the way your eyes lit up when you smiled, and the feeling of warmth your friendship brought him. Together with Thor, the three of you had been inseparable—a trio of young friends, happy and free, running through the corridors of the palace, whispering secrets and dreaming of adventures.

From the time you were just four years old, you and Loki were always playing together, laughing and giggling on the floor of his large, sunny bedroom. The golden sunlight would shine through tall windows, filling the room with warmth as you built castles from blocks, chased imaginary monsters away, or whispered secrets under cozy blankets.

At ten, Loki taught you all his best tricks and pranks, whispering mischievously in your ear and grinning as you put them into action. Together, you played jokes on everyone in Odin’s court. You laughed so hard that your sides hurt, hiding behind corners, watching the faces of unsuspecting friends and servants as they discovered your little surprises.

By the time you were sixteen, your days were quieter but still just as happy. You spent long hours together in the library, surrounded by tall shelves filled with thousands of books. You sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, lost in stories and magical worlds. When not in the library, you wandered through the palace gardens, beneath the trees, walking slowly, talking softly, enjoying each other's company in peaceful silence.

If Thor ever wanted to find one of you, he only needed to look for the other—you were never apart. You were two halves of the same whole, inseparable and happy.

As Loki grew older, his feelings for you changed. Slowly, without him even noticing at first, friendship became something deeper. He saw you differently. You became more beautiful, smarter, kinder with each passing day, and Loki felt his heart beat faster whenever you were near. Soon, he realized it was obvious: you would always be together, and someday, he would marry you.

But sadly, life had different plans. Or rather, Odin had different plans.

The Allfather decided to send a group of people from Asgard to another planet, far away, to start a new colony. Your parents were among those chosen to go. Loki would never forget that terrible day when you said goodbye. You held each other tightly, your tears wetting his shoulder as you cried softly. His heart broke as you left him behind, alone, trapped with a family who had forgotten he existed.

For many years afterward, Loki blamed Odin for taking you away, adding one more painful memory to his growing list of reasons to resent his father.

But now, suddenly, Thor’s news of your return brought all those feelings back to life, stronger than ever. Joy, excitement, and hope filled Loki’s heart. It was hard to keep these emotions hidden, even as he tried to stay calm.

"When will she arrive?" Loki asked, his voice shaking slightly, trying hard to hide his excitement.

"In just a few hours," Thor replied with a wide smile. "Father says we should both be there to welcome her home."

Loki nodded silently, quickly leaving to get ready. His heart was racing as he prepared himself carefully, wanting everything to be perfect. He picked his favorite clothes, brushed his dark hair, and took a deep breath before joining Thor at the Bifrost bridge.

The bridge glowed softly beneath their feet, shimmering in the light. Loki stood silently, his nerves growing stronger with every passing second. He stared at the empty space ahead, waiting anxiously for the moment you'd finally appear.

Then, suddenly, the Bifrost began to glow brighter, colors swirling wildly as it opened. Loki held his breath, heart pounding loudly, ready for the moment he had dreamed of for so long—your return.

Your smile appeared instantly as soon as your eyes landed on the two princes standing in front of you. The Bifrost's bright glow faded slowly behind you, and your heart pounded wildly in your chest. Trying to remain calm and formal was very difficult because excitement bubbled fiercely within you. You took slow, careful steps towards them, but your eyes quickly searched for one person in particular—Loki, your oldest and closest friend.

When your eyes met Loki's, your heart warmed immediately. He had grown taller, his shoulders broader, but somehow he was still exactly as you remembered: quiet, shy, gentle, with kindness hidden beneath his serious expression. You felt a burst of happiness at seeing his familiar face, the soft smile playing on his lips.

"Loki," you said softly, stepping closer with a bright grin. "It fills me with joy to see you again, my friend."

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, feeling comforted and safe in his presence. Loki's arms held you gently in return, a quiet happiness filling his chest.

"I'm happy you're back, Y/N," Loki replied softly, a small smile appearing on his usually serious face. His voice, calm and soothing, reminded you how much you'd missed his quiet comfort and gentle ways.

Reluctantly pulling away, your eyes then fell upon Thor, and your reaction became very different. Your mouth fell open slightly, surprised by what you saw.

"Thor? Is it really you? You've changed so much!" you laughed, shaking your head with surprise and amusement. "What happened to the skinny little boy I remember?"

Thor laughed loudly, his face turning slightly pink. His blue eyes sparkled with pride and amusement, though your attention made him a bit shy.

"He grew up," Thor replied cheerfully, flexing his muscles playfully, "and he got stronger, too."

"My goodness! You're hardly recognizable," you joked, smiling warmly as you hugged Thor as well, feeling small in his strong arms.

As Loki watched the excitement on your face at seeing Thor, a strange feeling began growing inside him. You had noticed how much Thor changed, how strong and impressive he had become—but you hadn't seemed to notice any difference in Loki. Did that mean he hadn't changed at all? Or had you simply not paid enough attention to him?

Loki shook his head, quickly chasing away these uncomfortable thoughts as he turned to lead the way back to the palace. He thought this would be the perfect chance to catch up, to ask how you'd been all these years. But things didn't go exactly as planned.

Thor began speaking immediately, his booming voice taking over the conversation. He eagerly shared every story about his adventures, battles he'd won, and places he'd visited. You listened closely, your eyes bright with interest, laughing and asking questions that made Thor smile even more. Loki walked silently next to you, listening quietly and feeling left out, though he didn't say anything.

Slowly, the uneasy feeling from before came back, stronger than ever. He felt invisible again, overshadowed by his brother’s lively personality and endless stories. Loki sighed quietly, feeling disappointed. He had imagined this moment so many times—talking to you, hearing your laughter, sharing stories again—but now he was walking silently, unable to speak or interrupt Thor's excitement.

The rest of the day continued exactly like this. Thor filled every conversation, sharing his heroic stories loudly, waving his hands to show how exciting everything was. Meanwhile, Loki stayed silent, following quietly behind, feeling as if he was invisible again.

But what truly upset Loki wasn't just his brother talking too much—it was the way you listened to Thor, completely charmed by every word he spoke. You seemed hypnotized, smiling eagerly at everything Thor said, even laughing at jokes Loki thought weren't funny at all. Every glance, every smile made Loki feel sick inside.

Loki had always been jealous of Thor, ever since he was a little boy. Thor always seemed better, stronger, and more popular. But Loki never thought that one day, he would be jealous because of you. He had secretly dreamed that, just once, he could be the special one—the one who captured your attention, the one who won your heart. But again, he seemed to have failed.

The soft music of your laughter suddenly echoed through the room. Loki lifted his eyes slowly, and his heart sank even deeper as he saw you laughing warmly at something Thor had just said. He felt a sudden ache in his chest, a painful feeling of sadness mixed with anger. He couldn't take it anymore. Quietly, Loki stood up, excused himself, and quickly left the room.

You had not seen Loki in many years, yet you still knew him better than anyone else. That was why your happy smile faded immediately when you noticed Loki leaving in a hurry. Something was definitely wrong. After a polite goodbye to Thor, you quickly stood up and slipped out of the room too, determined to find Loki.

You hurried down the long palace halls, your footsteps quick against the smooth, golden floors. After just a few minutes, you finally spotted him, the green fabric of his cape fluttering behind him as he walked away.

"Loki!" you called, your voice echoing through the hallway as you tried to catch up with him.

Slowly, he turned around at the sound of your voice. His green eyes were dark with frustration, and even though he tried hard to hide it, you could see his anger clearly. You've always had the talent of reading his emotions easily.

"Are you alright?" you asked softly, your voice full of worry. "You seem… upset."

"Don't worry about me," Loki snapped back sharply, his voice rough and cold. "Just go back to Thor. I'm sure he's waiting impatiently for your return."

You took a step back, surprised by his sudden harshness. He had never spoken to you this way before.

"Loki," you said again, gently this time. "I know you. Something's bothering you. Tell me what's wrong."

He laughed bitterly, a sarcastic smile spreading across his lips.

"Oh, now you're interested in me?" Loki asked, his voice filled with bitterness and hurt.

"Of course I'm interested in you! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Please don't mock me," he said sharply, looking away. His voice trembled slightly with emotion. "You haven't even glanced at me once since you returned. Everything is about Thor! It's as if I don't even exist!"

A moment of silence passed between you as you stared at him, suddenly understanding the truth behind his anger.

"Loki…" you began carefully, stepping closer, a soft smile starting to form on your lips. "Are you… jealous?"

Loki stayed silent. He knew it was useless to deny his feelings. He was known as the God of Lies, but you were the one person he could never lie to. You always saw through his masks, straight into his heart. Taking a deep breath, Loki decided to finally be honest about everything he felt.

"Does it surprise you?" he asked softly, his voice low and filled with emotion. "Ever since we met, we've been together. You were always there, at my side, my best friend. I hoped it would always stay that way." He paused, feeling his cheeks warm slightly, nervous to reveal his deepest thoughts. "As we grew older, I saw you become the wonderful woman you are now. And I hoped that maybe someday, you and I would…"

He stopped speaking, afraid to finish the sentence, too scared to openly say he loved you. But you didn't need words. You understood exactly what he meant. Your heart beat faster as you watched his green eyes carefully avoid yours, filled with pain and sadness.

"You know better than anyone," Loki continued quietly, "that I've always lived in Thor's shadow. I was never as strong, as brave, or as admired. But I truly hoped that this time, things would be different. That for once, I would be better than him—in your eyes. But today… I saw you with him, laughing together just like we used to, sharing moments that once belonged to us."

Silence fell between you again. You didn't know what to say, your heart aching at the sadness and hurt you heard in his voice. Loki shook his head, sighing deeply.

"It's not your fault, Y/N. It's mine," he said quietly, his voice breaking just a little. "I was foolish to think you'd ever choose me over Thor."

Hearing these words, seeing Loki in so much pain, was too much for you. You couldn't bear to see him suffer like this. Slowly, you stepped closer to him, gently touching his arm to comfort him.

"Loki," you began softly, your voice gentle and calm. "Do you know why I've come back to Asgard?"

Loki looked at you, puzzled, slowly shaking his head.

"No," he admitted softly.

You took a deep breath, looking deeply into his eyes, wanting him to feel the truth of your words.

"I came back because I'm now old enough to marry. It’s time for me to choose a husband," you explained, your voice warm and reassuring. "But when my mother told me this news, I didn't want to stay on my planet. I begged her to let me return to Asgard instead."

"I came back because I'm now old enough to marry," you explained gently. "My family told me it's time to choose a husband. But when my mother shared this news, I didn't want to stay on my planet. I begged her to let me return here, to Asgard."

Loki stared at you, confused and curious, but he didn't interrupt, eager to hear more.

"My mother believed I wanted to search for someone among the people of Asgard city, but I insisted I needed to return to the palace," you continued with a soft smile. "And believe me, Loki, I didn't come back here just to admire Thor."

Finally, Loki understood. You weren't speaking about Thor at all—you were speaking about him. You had returned hoping to marry him. His heart began racing with happiness and surprise. Could it be true? Could your feelings really match his own?

"Please, Y/N, be honest with me," Loki said quietly, stepping closer, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. "You don't love Thor?"

"I am honest, Loki," you answered softly, your voice firm but tender. "Just as you've watched your feelings grow for me over the years, mine have grown for you too—for a very long time now." Your cheeks warmed as you smiled gently, looking into his bright, hopeful green eyes. "Thor has always been charming and loud—you know that—but he's only ever been a friend to me. Nothing more."

Loki's face lit up with relief and joy, his worries melting away instantly. Without hesitating, he stepped forward and gently took your hand in his, lifting it slowly and placing a soft, warm kiss upon your knuckles. His gaze remained locked with yours, bright and full of warmth, and your smile grew brighter.

"I promise to do my very best to win your heart," Loki whispered softly, smiling playfully.

"I don't think it will take very long," you laughed happily, squeezing his hand gently, feeling at home once again, knowing your heart had finally found its place.

Loki smiled warmly at your words, his heart feeling lighter and happier than ever before. Gently, he guided you to walk alongside him down the long palace hallway, enjoying the quiet moment together. As you walked, your fingers stayed gently intertwined, as if they belonged there.

▸ Everything

@alexxavicry

[siconetribal]

I just imagin a rounded cute chibi of Loki wandering off in this scene. Giant space penguins, love it!

Omg, could you please do a Loki story where Jotuns are basically space penguins, so now Loki has a crush on you and is frantically and meticulously looking for the perfect pebble to give you while Thor just watches and laughs.

The Pebble and the Frost Giant

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: Loki is trying to deny his feelings for you so he doesn't ruin your friendship but when he passes an area filled with pebbles and small rocks, he's unable to resist the urge to bring one back for you and tell you he loves you.

A/N: OMG! This is the cutest ask ever, I literally had to write it the second I got it. Most of the time it takes a week or so for me to get an idea from an ask but this one was pretty instant. Thank you so much for sending this, I really hope you like it! 💚

Also, I absolutely love the movie The Pebble and the Penguin! If anyone hasn't seen it, you should! 🐧

"Come on brother," Thor pats Loki on the knee and the younger prince looks up from his book in annoyance.

"I'm not going," Loki resumes reading as if Thor isn't there.

The older Asgardian sighs, "We've got at least an hour until the jet takes off. Let's go down by the water."

"I'm perfectly fine here," he licks his finger before flipping the page. Thor grins and pulls the book from his brother's grasp. "Give it back you oaf!"

"Just twenty minutes," Thor holds the book over his head.

"This trick worked much better when we were children and you towered over me," the younger prince easily reaches up to grip the book.

Before Loki can pull it free from his brother's grasp, Thor yanks it back and tosses it to the ground at their feet. "This is uncalled for," Loki bends to pick up the book but suddenly falls back, landing hard on the jet floor with a grunt.

"Is there a problem?" Thor asks with a smirk.

"No," Loki looks down at Mjolnir as it rests on top of his book. He stands, flicking his hand to produce a second book from his pocket dimension in a haze of green smoke. "I'll just read this-"

Thor chuckles as he pulls the book free from Loki a second time.

"Seriously?" The God of Mischief asks with a defeated sigh.

"Twenty minutes on the beach and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night," Thor offers.

"For the rest of the week," Loki counters.

"Fine," the God of Thunder agrees and Loki's second book vanishes as the two brothers step out of the jet.

Thor and Loki walk down by the water in silence, the older Asgardian's eyes drift up towards the clouds floating by while Loki scans the beach in boredom. He looks down to check his watch when he's suddenly distracted by a small pile of tide polished stones ahead of him. Without thinking, he leaves his brother's side and begins walking towards them.

"Where are you going?" Thor asks but Loki doesn't answer. He's too focused on the scattered rocks in front of him.

He kneels down, picking up a stone from the top of the pile, looking at it closely then tossing it to the side. "No," Loki mumbles to himself as he picks up a second then a third rock. "No," he shakes his head as he examines each for a few seconds.

"Loki," Thor comes closer, standing over his younger brother as he discards a handful of stones. Without a word, Loki gets up and moves to a nearby pile. "Okay seriously, what are you doing?"

"None of these are good," Loki answers, dusting his sand covered hands on his pants.

"They're rocks," Thor chuckles, amused by his brother's sudden obsession.

"Yes but there has to be one here that's good enough," Loki says. "Not just good, no, it needs to be perfect," he adds in a quieter tone.

"You're not making any sense," he follows the younger prince to yet another pile. "Perfect for what?"

"For who," Loki responds vaguely.

Thor thinks as he follows his brother along the beach, trying figure out who Loki is referring to. To say he has few friends is an understatement, there's really only one person who even comes to mind. "Do you mean Y/N?" Thor asks.

Loki nods, his attention stolen away by an almost perfect stone. Almost isn't good enough though, he thinks as he tosses it towards the water in frustration.

"Why do you need to find one for Y/N?" Thor asks as Loki sits on the sand and picks up a handful of rocks, throwing each away one at a time. "Does she collect rocks? I've heard some Midgardians do that. I wonder if that's more interesting than collecting stamps like Jane does?"

Loki doesn't answer this time, too lost in what he's doing, what he needs to do. I have to find it, he thinks. I don't have time for Thor and his ridiculous line of questions. It doesn't matter if he understands why, Norns I don't even understand why but that doesn't matter now. All that matters is finding Y/N the perfect stone. It can't be too big or too small, the size of her palm should work. It can't be broken, no cracked edges or holes, that won't do either. It needs to be perfect because- his frantic thoughts are cut off by his brother shouting.

"Norns! I know what you're doing," he stands over his brother who shifts to stay out of his shadow.

"I doubt that," Loki says without looking up from the stones in his hand. Because I don't know what I'm doing, he thinks.

"You're in love with Y/N," the older god announces when Loki gets up again to continue down the beach.

"Don't be absurd," Loki denies the truth he hides from everyone including you as he kneels down and begins the process of picking up each stone in the new pile one at a time.

"You are!" Thor laughs excitedly. "This is a Jotun thing."

"What Jotun thing?" Loki looks up at his brother.

"I know this! I read about it when we were younger," Thor says then sighs as he thinks. "I can't remember the technical term for it but when Jotun men are in love, they bring their potential partner a stone as like a proposal."

"What?" Loki asks as he sits in the sand and looks up at his brother. He had never heard of this tradition before now but he also knows very little about his Jotun heritage. When he was a child, frost giants scared him terribly so he never studied them. Now that he knows the truth, he is almost too afraid to learn what horrid tales about them were accurate and which were only made up stories.

"Penguins on Midgard do it too," Thor continues excitedly as he remembers what he read centuries ago. "Ahh! Pebbling, that's what they call it. You're pebbling, you can't help it, it's like an instinct Jotun's have."

"That's ridiculous Thor. I'm not pebbling, or whatever you want to call it, because I'm not in love with-" Loki tries to argue with his brother but the words die as he finally finds it. The perfect stone for the most perfect woman on Midgard, Loki thinks as he turns it over in his hand. Norns help me, my brother is right and I'm not sure I'll be able to hide my feelings for her any longer.

Loki opens your office door after knocking and you get up from your desk as soon as he steps inside. "Hi," you greet him happily, meeting him in the middle of the room. "Welcome back."

"Thank you," he smiles when you wrap your arms around him. "I'm glad to be back," Loki says but what he really means is that he's glad to be back with you.

You rest your head on his chest and his hands settle on your back, holding you tightly to him. You could stay in his arms forever and sometimes you think Loki might let you. He doesn't let go first, he never does.

"You know you spoil me with these hugs," you tell him and he chuckles. "You're going to make me think I'm special cause I'm the only person that gets them."

He rubs your back lightly with one hand, "You are special."

You blush and slowly drop your arms, taking a step away from him. You don't want to let go but if he keeps talking like that, you're afraid you'll do something stupid like kiss him.

Loki's heart pounds in his chest when he catches a glimpse of your blush despite your best efforts to hide it. "I have something for you," he says, clearing his throat.

"You do? You didn't have to do that," you tell him as a smile spreads across your face. You can't help but feel excited by the idea that Loki thought of you while he was away. He never brought anything back for you before.

"It's nothing big," he says with a shrug, "It's actually probably stupid." This was a bad idea, he thinks. How could I possibly think she would accept a silly rock and suddenly be mine? I never should have listened to my idiot brother. Loki puts his hand in his coat pocket, running his thumb over the flat edge anxiously.

"I'm sure it's not stupid," you tell him, putting your hand on his arm. "What is it?"

He sighs and you can tell he's nervous which you find both adorable and interesting. You've never seen him act so unsure of himself and it really makes you want to hug him again.

He pulls a palm sized flat stone out of his pocket. It's perfectly circular and a pale gray with a hint of a blue when it catches the light. "I found it on the beach while we were waiting for the jet," he tries to steady his hand when you take it. He knows it's just a simple rock but the Jotun part of him is truly desperate for you to accept it, to accept him.

You smile and take it from him, bringing it close so you can study the smooth stone, "Loki it's so pretty."

"Really?" he asks in disbelief.

"Yeah," you nod quickly, your eyes still on the gift as you walk over to the window and turn it on the light. "Oh, look! it sparkles in the sun," you giggle.

He breaths a sigh of relief and walks over to you. "You like it?"

"I love it," you reach up and kiss the god's cheek lightly without thinking. "I'm sorry," you apologize quickly but when you look up at Loki you're completely surprised by his reaction.

His cheeks redden and he smiles. "It's quite alright," he tells you, his eyes never leaving yours.

You giggle, suddenly feeling even more nervous than you would have if Loki had seemed uncomfortable with the kiss and take a step away from him. Turning your back to him, you move to your desk but you can feel him following you, "I'm gonna keep it right here so I can see it when I miss you." You place the stone in between a photo of your friends and a mug your nephew made you.

"You miss me?" he asks.

"Yeah... when you're away on missions," you suddenly worry this conversation is going to lead to you accidentally telling your friend you love him if you don't figure out how to keep your mouth shut.

"I miss you when I'm gone too," Loki moves a bit closer to you until he's right behind you.

You turn to face him again, "Really?" You can't help but not believe him. For months you've been hoping he might care for you the way you care for him but its been so difficult to get past all of his walls.

He nods, "Always Y/N. The second the jet takes off, I start counting down the minutes until I can see you again."

Now it's your turn to blush deeply when he reaches out to take your hand. When you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, you suddenly get enough to courage to open up a bit more. "I try to plan my meetings around when I know you'll be back," you tell him. "This way I'm free to see you as soon as your home."

He chuckles and cups your cheek, "I would storm in here even if you were in a meeting with Fury just for one of your hugs."

You giggle knowing he's not lying.

"Y/N," he says, "Since we're being honest, I need to tell you one more thing." You bite your lip but the way he smiles relaxes you instantly. "I want to be more than just your friend, I want to take you on a date." I want you to be mine because I love you, he almost adds but he doesn't want to scare you away.

You're unable to form any words at first, looking up at Loki nodding which causes him to laugh a little nervously. "I'm not sure if that's a yes," he says.

"Yes!" you finally find your words but then they flow a little too freely. "I love y-" you stop and correct yourself hoping he won't notice your slip. "I would love to go out with you."

He strokes your cheek gently, moving closer to you as he puts his other hand on your lower back. "That's not what you were going to say," he smirks, the confident Loki you know returning swiftly.

You shake your head and bite your lip, suddenly losing your nerve.

"Fine, I'll go first," his lips are inches from yours. "I am hopelessly in love with you darling."

As soon as the words leave Loki's lips, you press your lips to his, closing your eyes and gripping the fabric on the back of his jacket. He kisses you back and when you finally break the kiss and chuckles, kissing your nose lightly. "Go on, say it," he smiles, holding you close.

You giggle, "I love you too, Loki."

A few weeks later, you walk with Natasha and Wanda through Central Park on the way back from lunch. You nod as you listen to Wanda complain about Tony, agreeing with her when you accidentally kick a rock on the path in front of you. You stop to take a look at it and smile.

"What are you doing?" Nat asks as you bend down for a closer look.

"I don't know, I just thought this one looked cool," you tell them.

"The rock?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah," you pick it up and turn it over in your hand. It's not very large but the rough stone is heart shaped and such a deep gray it's almost black. "I think Loki might like it."

"You two are so weird," Nat laughs.

You smile and put it in your pocket, "That's why we're such a cute couple."

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[cueloki]

Mission shenanigans

You and Loki really aren't that close... or are you?

Wordcount: 847

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Warnings: Loki has ulterior motives, Loki cuddles, Bucky and Sam just want to sleep :(

A/N: Really don't know where this came from, but should we explore the aftermath in a part 2? | divider credit: anitalenia

“So this is cozy…” You speak up, after all of you are settled into the bunk beds and the big light is already off. “I had no idea missions could have such a school trip vibe,” You muse.

“Doll, this is the only time we get to sleep before it's all hands on deck,” Bucky says softly from the bottom bunk. You lean over the edge to investigate if he's actually trying to sleep. You squint your eyes and make out that his eyes are closed.

“Sam?” You whisper in the direction of the other top bunk, even though his back is turned to you.

“Oh, hell no, I know your mind is on that hyperactive shit right now but don't drag me into it.” He moans, exhaustion clear in his voice.

You huff and lay back. Usually you had better luck persuading Bucky and Sam into conversation but you guessed that with the way the mission was going, it made sense they'd want to get some rest in. 

And Sam had a point. Lack of sleep made you hyperactive which did you no favors in a situation such as this. You won't fall asleep anytime soon. Not that the bunks offer comfortable sleep in the first place.

Then there was Loki. In the bottom bunk beneath Sam, somehow still full of energy to read, with a soft glow conjured around his book to light up the words. Suppose gods don't need to sleep. Lucky bastards.

But you and Loki don't really get along. So there's little hope of starting a pleasant conversation there.

You stare at the ceiling as the room fills with the sound of Bucky's and Sam's snoring, which has probably been your least favorite part of this long mission with them. What makes it even worse is that you dropped your earphones somewhere, lost forever god knows where, so you truly have nothing to fight the violent snoring with. 

“You could borrow one of my books,” Loki speaks in a hushed whisper.

You stay quiet. Whenever he has offered something previously, it was with a motive. And he's been pissing you off with his quips about your moves during the mission. He’s a pain. A good looking, divine, drool over his looks in secret pain, but a pain nonetheless. The fact that he is attractive doesn't make up for the fact that he loves to get on your nerves.

“Come now, darling, I know you aren't asleep. Your breathing isn't deep enough,” He sighs.

“What are you bothering me for?” You huff.

“Well you tried to strike a conversation with everyone but me, I'm a little wounded,” You can hear the mirth in his words. Probably because he succeeded in baiting you into a conversation.

You snort. “You expect me to believe you care about that? Or anything?”

He ignores your question. “I could help you sleep. With my magic.” He offers, seemingly set on proving you wrong, because he's annoying like that.

You roll your eyes.

“It's a genuine offer, darling, just come down here,” 

You fidget with your fingers. You don't want to accept his help but you get clumsy and reckless when you haven't had rest. You curse yourself as you start climbing the ladder of the bunk.

In no time you stand awkwardly in front of his bunk. You shift your feet nervously. 

“What now?” You mutter.

“Sit down.” He says as he closes his book and it disappears in a green glow.

You follow his instructions and sit on his bed, facing away from him. But then he's pulling you to lay down with him.

“What-” 

Your protest is cut short as his hand splays over your stomach and you feel a wave of warmth wash over your whole body in pulses, relaxing both your muscles and mind.

“Oh,” You say in surprise, unable to muster up anything more.

“Oh,” He copies you, amused. “Oh, indeed,” He chuckles as he pulls you even closer and drapes the duvet over the both of you.

You don't have time to process whatever just happened because your body is now in such a bliss that the only thing you can really do is accept the situation as your eyes flutter closed.

Before you drift into slumber you think you hear Loki whisper a soft “Sleep well, darling.”

–

When you come to wake, it's to the sight of Bucky and Sam trying to stifle their laughter as they stare at you, wrapped in Loki's arms.

“It's not what it looks like!” You argue immediately, in your morning voice, causing them to give each other a knowing look and laugh out loud.

“Sure, doll,” Bucky grins, making it obvious they don't believe you, before they start walking out the room.

“We leave in five!” Sam calls.

You groan and feel Loki shift.

“And what is it, if not exactly what it looks like?” Loki's deep morning voice sounds from behind you as he pulls you closer.

“Shut up, Odinson,” You mutter.

He laughs and there's a pang in your heart. Oh, you're screwed.

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How about a hc about just snuggling with Loki?

Comic Loki snuggling headcanons

Loki's love language is physical affection. You're always cuddling on the bed or couch;

Sometimes, when he's in clear need of some touches, Loki gives you a wink from another side of the room and slowly retire to the bedroom, leaving you no choice, but follow him;

Once you're in the bedroom, Loki's arm suddenly appears around you and pulling you down on the bed. Loki presses himself against you from behind and spooning while his face buried into your neck;

Loki can be both the big and small spoons, but either way, he's in Valhalla: his favourite person wrapped in his arms, two of you laying down on soft blankets and he can feel your body against him;

When you turn around to face him, Loki admiring your face for few first seconds, but start to place chaste kisses across of it

If you will lay your head down on his chest, Loki will place his chin on the top of your head and run his fingers through your hair;

Loki will hum, while you're listening to him and his heartbeat;

He will kiss your forehead before two of you will fall asleep.

[shiningloki]

The Shadows That Bind Us

(Loki x Reader)

You're the greatest thief in the Nine Realms. Unfortunately, Loki is a god, one of the smartest. And while you're fast, Loki's faster.

Loki's shadows are faster.

After Loki catches you stealing one of his precious artifacts, a game of cat and mouse ensues that leads to one place - you making up your transgressions to him in the only way that will truly please a god.

Contains smut, smut and more smut

Word count: 5,919

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Run.

Keep running.

Don’t stop. Can’t stop.

You had to hurry. Your feet pounded along the pavement, a not-so-steady collection of clacks and thumps from your boots. Your breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling unevenly as you attempted to push yourself forward. You had to go forward, or else a previously successful night would turn deadly real quick.

You were the best thief in the Nine Realms, notorious for how swiftly you could sneak into any domain and rob your victim blind without them even noticing you had been there in the first place. Well, you were as notorious as you could be. Your acts were better known than you, since you were a ghost, a mystery, a passing shadow.

You could sneak into a mansion, find the most valuable item around and leave before the guards even finished their lap around the home. You could enter a party as a foreign diplomat, swoon the righteous, and leave with heaps of jewels tucked in the folds of your dress. Your methods guaranteed a hit every time - you were quiet and cunning - and no one in the Nine Realms knew who was behind it all.

Well, except now. Tonight was the first time you ever slipped up. Now, you were being hunted, and if the rumors about your latest victim were true, you would be dead long before morning if you were caught.

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relinquish the crown: as long as i've known you pt2

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Placement: Season 1, Episode 17 (finale); immediately after 'as long as i've known you pt1'

Summary: Your mother, Lady Sif, reacts to the news of your betrothal and the Allmother Frigga intervenes before she goes on a rampage to shed Loki's blood. Meanwhile, you and Loki have a conversation about your future

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning/s: themes of incest (he's adopted but still) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: literally everyone except Halley & Narda is stressed out here; headaches headaches and more headaches

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Of the thousands of years that she'd lived, the Allmother Frigga rarely, if ever, made any choices that she deeply regretted. But as of late, there was one that constantly haunted her every thought. A spell that she'd performed without taking the proper time to consider the long-term consequences of that action.

The spell to lock your memories of Loki and the love, the romantic love, you held for him.

Had it not been for that forsaken spell, there would not be this pit in her stomach over how your spelled self would react to Loki's surrender. To his confession of his own love towards you, if he chose to disclose it. For she knew in her heart how you, the real you, would react to such news.

You would have been tripping over yourself to plan the wedding. To even announce the betrothal yourself.

Your grandmother had seen with her own eyes how you once loved Loki so much with your whole heart that it was a wonder he himself did not see it whenever he looked at you. But perhaps you were both so consumed by your need to mask the love you both deemed too scandalous to see the light of day that you couldn't even see what was right before your eyes all along.

No matter how much she wished to, it was her sworn duty from the Norns themselves that she not interfere with the journeys of two fated souls. That she aid in whatever they would wish and have faith that no matter the obstacle, the souls would find their way back to one another. If the thread that bonded them was strong enough.

And she had seen your souls' threads with her own eyes. A brilliant glowing crimson stronger than even the thread that bound Thor to Sif, or Fandral to Narda. And so she needed to hold faith that you would break this spell yourself. That you would eventually fall in love with him again despite the barriers that prevented your mind from knowing of the events surrounding the Autumnal Equinox. The events at the pinnacle of your affections for him.

Even as she saw you storming out of the war room with your face crestfallen and fighting back sobs, your thread still gleamed that brilliant crimson hue. Not so much as a flicker in its glow.

She did not feel the need to ask what had transpired. If she knew her son as well as she thought she did, then he had done exactly what was needed to pull you out of your predicament with the crown prince of Alfheim. By whatever means he deemed necessary.

Frigga only hoped that he had told you enough to understand his actions, and why his hand had been forced to take such a crucial life choice away from you. She'd known that for as long as you so much as knew about the concept of marriage, you'd always wished to marry for love, like the princesses in those Midgardian fairytales you adored so much growing up.

And once more she loathed her having to cast that spell upon your request. Had you not had your memories locked away in the dark unreachable constraints of your own mind, you would have known that you were marrying for love when the time would come that you would walk the aisle with Loki waiting for you at the altar.

Perhaps through the events of your betrothal you would finally come to fall in love with him again. At your own pace. But for now, she could only keep the faith that these actions from many moons ago could eventually be righted. And her vision of your life together with your fated, blissfully married and in love, was not too terribly far off into your future.

It wasn't long after the men dispersed from the war room that the queen had to intercept your mother Lady Sif from going on a murderous hunt for her brother-in-law. "Where is he?!" she bellowed, her booming voice echoing across the halls. Frigga stepped in front of her daughter-in-law in hopes of halting her. "Your Majesty, much as I love you like you were my own mother, I suggest you stay out of this, your lecherous son--"

"I know, I know what he's done, Daughter," the queen tried to speak calmly, holding her open hands out towards your mother. "And there are other factors at play here that you know not of…at least not yet. May we sit together and I could provide you some context before you go off on a quest to divest Loki of his body parts?"

Sif took a long, deep breath before answering. "He has hurt my daughter--"

"No," Frigga protested. "Hurting her is the last thing he wishes to do. Please, Lady Sif." She motioned down the hall, in the direction of her workroom. "I ask for an hour of your time, and if you are still convinced that my son has come from a lecherous, selfish place, then I will bring him to you myself."

She did not need an hour to relay to the warrior the events that led to the day you were carried in by Loki into her workroom, looking faint in his arms before you begged her to perform the ritual that landed you in this predicament. That once upon a time, not too long ago, you would have happily accepted his confession and disclosed to him that you returned his love.

"She loves him?" your mother asked incredulously. "And this love of hers burned so fiercely that she feared what she would do once he'd chosen to love another? Because of course her logic would decree that Loki's affections could never have been towards her."

"Precisely."

"Can this spell be broken?" Frigga nodded at her. "How?" Her voice cracked as she continued on. "My daughter found the exact type of love that Loki once talked of before he left on his near millennium-long assignment. The kind that makes one wish to move the Realms itself. And her fear of this kind of love led her to a decision so impulsive and frankly idiotic that it looks like something Thor would have done not too long ago." She looked at the queen with frantic eyes. "Why did you not stop her? Tell her that her love was not unreturned? You could have saved her so much strife."

Tears welled in Frigga's eyes as she explained. "It is both a blessing and a curse to be able to see one's thread. I can only be a guiding hand, but I cannot interfere with their choices. Much as I tried to guide her down a path that would have led to this marriage under more joyous circumstances, she seemed steadfast in her belief that he would find her affections abhorrent. She was quite stubborn the day she begged for me to perform the ritual. Reminded me of both her parents when not too long before she was born, they also required a bit of pushing into one another's arms."

"Yes, but Mother this is different," Sif insisted. "I never approached a magic wielder to rid myself of my feelings for Thor. This spell…it's hurting my daughter. I refuse to watch her helplessly, I must help somehow. You may have promised to the Norns that you will not interfere with her journey, but I have made no such promise."

"What would you do, then?" Frigga questioned her. "Telling her what she felt long before will not miraculously make her fall in love again. This spell can be broken, Daughter. But only by Y/N. In her current state, if she falls in love with him again, her memories will return. All we can do is guide her."

Your mother slumped in her seat. "He saved her," she said in a surprised scoff. "He saved her, and now she loathes him. Brilliant as my daughter might be most of the time, I need to say it. These actions of hers…were imbecilic."

"On that, Lady Sif, we can both agree."

"So what do we do now?"

"Guide her," she said once more. "With a gentle hand. If she feels we are pushing her to feel a certain way, she may write us off the way she's already done for her father and grandfather."

"Perhaps a day in the seas," Halley proposed, her fingers tapping away on her handheld device from Midgard. "We could procure a few bottles of champagne, play some salacious drinking games?"

She and Narda had been giddily planning away the events of what would be your bachelorette party, deciding that it would take place in Midgard so that lodging would be squared away by means of one of the properties that you owned. Now it was simply a matter of booking the festivities proper.

"Ooh, perhaps we could hire one of those deliciously attractive male dancers?" Narda perked up. "Is that not a staple for these sorts of getaways with one's bridal party?"

Your head began to pound more furiously at the very mention of a male dancer, so you shook your head at your bridesmaids. "Perhaps it's best not to tempt my impulses, my friends. We know not what the parameters of this Norns-forsaken betrothal is and considering the precarious conditions it already stands on, I would much rather not engage in a risky dance with fate," you told them with a sulking pout. "Though I wouldn't abandon the idea altogether, we do still have Narda's nuptials to plan someday soon."

The three of you broke out into giggles, the heaviness on your heart unburdening by the slightest as you made your way down the palace halls arm in arm. The jovial mood, however, was short-lived, as you made a turn to find Loki a few yards away from you.

"Ladies," he addressed your friends with a curt nod. "May I have a moment with the princess?"

"Oh--Of…of course, your highness," Narda spoke, both she and Halley letting go of your hands and starting to walk further down the hall to pass the god. "We shall speak with you later tonight? To continue planning?"

You nodded at them, a tight-lipped smile on your face. "I'll find you."

Only once they'd passed Loki did he speak. "I see you've already begun your plans?"

"They volunteered for the task," you said in a clipped tone. The pounding in your head became sharper, a part of you almost feeling guilt for speaking to him like this. When you winced he took a step toward you, leading you to sit on the bench.

When he took the seat next to you, it almost felt normal, as if nothing had just happened in the hours past and you'd fallen right back into your former routine. And you wanted nothing more than for that to be your reality. To forget about the betrothal…and his confession.

But it was far too late for feeble wishes now. "What do you want?" you asked him with a sigh.

"Odin informed me not long after you left that we are to partake in a public courtship."

Your face contorted into anguish at his words. Your migraine worsened, pulsing at all sides of your head now, and you buried your face in your hands, willing yourself not to break into a fresh round of sobs. Not here. Not around him. You refused to let him see how this turn of events has wrecked you so thoroughly.

He placed a hesitant hand on your back, trying to soothe you, but you flinched away from him upon contact. "Don't touch me," you murmured into your hands.

"I'm sorry, darling," he said softly, retreating his hand back.

"You lied to me," you said, your voice trembling as you straightened your posture to face him.

He simply shook his head at you, reaching over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You know in your heart that that isn't true, little Princess. I have only ever spoken the truth with you. Your perception was simply mismatched with my own."

"So this is my fault, then? That I didn't see your lechery?"

"No, sweet Y/N, never." You flinched away from him again when he moved to cup your face. "No one would ever fault you for choosing to view our time together before today with nothing but the purest of intentions, and neither should you. You had never any reason to believe they were anything but."

"Why?" you asked him, exasperated. "Why would you do this?"

"There was no other way."

"What, because of the duel--?"

"Because of Damien," he blurted out, his eyes brimming with desperation as he took your hands in his. "Because of his intentions. My love, you may think me a lech all you wish, but I could not bear it to have to witness him worm his way into your life and gain Odin's approval to force your hand into agreeing to marry that prince. He wished to take you away to Alfheim and relegate you into barely anything more than an incubator for his heirs.

"He would have stripped you of all your choices, made you barely more than a prisoner in his Realm. My claim to the throne was all I had to bargain with the Allfather to keep you here. I did not surrender for fear of losing the duel. I surrendered for you."

His new confession took all the air from your lungs. Your rage turned towards the visiting prince, for you knew that despite the pain of your memories with Loki being tainted, you still implicitly trusted him to tell you the truth. He would not fabricate such a story about Prince Damien simply to make himself look even a modicum more honorable.

The knowledge of the elven prince's dark intentions for you softened the blow of your new arrangement somewhat. But there was still the somber truth that you both had to face. "You need to know that I could…I could never return your affections, Loki. This will not be a marriage of love. For either of us."

He only gave you a somber smile. "We shall see what the future holds," he said, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth once he voiced his optimism. "But Y/N, I would be remiss if I didn't at least ask for you to try."

HIs words caused you to let out a sound between a scoff and a chuckle. "Loki, there is no trying to fall in love with someone. Either you are or you aren't. Where does one even begin to try?"

The god scooted closer to you on the bench, briefly licking his lips before his eyes met yours once more. "Perhaps we could begin by you not flinching away from me when I show you affection," he proposed, your heart beating frantically and pulsing at your throat as he begun to lean closer, your faces inches apart. "And then we can find our way from there."

He took your lack of moving away from him as a sign to move closer, and he softly pressed his lips to yours in a tentative kiss.

At least try, the faintest voice in the back of your mind spoke, and your eyes fluttered closed. But the moment your lips begun to move with his, kissing him back, you recoiled, standing abruptly from the bench and taking a number of steps back, putting as much distance as you could between your body and his.

"I can't," you said, holding your hand over your mouth as you continued to step back from him.

You turned and took large strides down the hall to return to your chambers, feeling as if your lips had been branded with that fleeting kiss.

"What is wrong with you?" you hissed into the empty room. "What in the Nine Realms could have possessed you to kiss him back? He is your father's brother, for fuck's sake."

And just like that, your head began to pound away once more.

A/N: Well well well we're finally here. Welcome to the Season 1 finale of 'relinquish the crown'! I'm still in the process of properly planning Season 2, but I can tell y'all right now…the second half of S2 is fucking jacked with plot. Meanwhile the first half is filled with pre-wedding shenanigans, an auction, and some regular scheduled ✨drama✨

Thank you to everyone that's been reading this story, and seeing everything that these two have gotten up to throughout the events of Season 1! I can't wait for y'all to see what they've got cooked up for Season 2 💖

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HOW YOU DARE WRITE SOMETHING SO FILTHY AND PERFECT.

I LOVE that they are competitive and chastising each other 😂😂

And I LOVE LOVE LOVE that she doesn't know which one is "hers" - a sexy mystery! 😭🥵

The one behind you sank his teeth into your shoulder while the first palmed your breast upward before slipping a hand between your bodies, circling your clit. Loki’s voice at the best of times was enough to send you over the edge, but hearing two of him in the throes of ecstasy was too much to bear.

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Twin sets of fingers sank deep into your curves, their sobs of your name ebbing like snow melting into hard, winter earth. True to form, neither Loki stopped the churn of their hips as they came; reluctant to spin a second less of pleasure from your willing body. Hot cum swelled against your insides: white, sweet, perfect.

Two Gods, One Heart [Loki x Reader]

A link my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki comes good on a promise to have two of himself bed you. (w/c 2.4k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Female Reader. MMF. Language. Oral. PV. Anal. Some Loki/Loki stuff.

“Come to bed,” Loki said, his long limbs stretched across the sheets.

One leg was draped over the side of the mattress, the other drawn up. His eyes glittered through shadow as they trailed over the curves of your body.

Two hands rested behind his head while another, familiar hand, worked his cock.

You swallowed, steadying against the doorframe. How ever many times Loki had whispered the details of your filthy fantasy into your ear; seeing promises made flesh hit different.

The loose babydoll covering your skin suddenly felt very tight.

“Keeping us waiting…” a second Loki chided, followed by a series of crisp tuts.

A shiver of arousal skated across your flesh as their voices mingled like cinders swirling up to an open, navy sky.

“Should we be offended?” The second Loki looked at the first, and their eyes narrowed lightly at the same moment. “Our love is adjusting…” the first said. In tandem, they smirked, before the first Loki’s head fell back with a groan. The second had tightened the grip on his cock, fist bobbing fluidly as amusement danced in his eyes and he swiped his thumb around the tip with targeted ease.

It was impossible to tell which one was the god you’d fallen in love with; which one you’d divulged your deepest secrets to, which one you’d comforted in darkness while he struggled with his past.

The two of them were identical except for the style of their hair; their silvery skin shimmering in the glow of a dozen candles. Their muscles flexed in all the ways you knew, distinguishable only by the fact that one’s onyx hair spread against the pillow while the other was tied up in a knot, several thick waves falling to his shoulders.

Loki said it didn’t matter, that the duplicate was a mirror image of his body and mind at that exact moment. ‘A breathing mirage who loves you as I do.’ And himself, it seemed.

The Loki propped on his side, working the other, turned fractionally towards you. You licked your lips, clenching immediately with a warm slip flushing between your legs. “Fuck us,” he growled like a command. His tongue nipped over the curve of his lower lip, dragging it between his teeth. “I fear we’re rather desperate to have you.”

The first Loki’s back arched from the bed, his eyes flying open in momentary terror. “Don’t waste it,” he snapped at himself as the second Loki’s thumb circled the tip of his heavy cock, slick with pre-cum. “Perhaps I just want her for myself…You could watch?” The first Loki’s chest rumbled in a guttural growl, wrenching the hand from his manhood. Of course they’re competitive. At least he was consistent.

The second Loki rolled on to his back, sliding the hand wet with his duplicate’s arousal down his stomach and beginning to tease himself. Your bare feet drew across the floor and mounted the bed, both Lokis’ propping themselves upright as you settled between them. “As we discussed?” the first asked, all sincerity. There was nothing but love in his voice. It's that one. That's the real one. You nodded, eyes sliding between them.

The second trailed a finger from below your ear down the curve of your neck, his lips ghosting the tip of your shoulder. “Then so it shall be,” he said. No, wait...that's the real one.

The world shifted as the second Loki guided you on your back, the first scooting down the bed and settling between your spread thighs. His hands slid down your legs, hooking beneath, his tongue tracing a soft path along your slit.

“Loki,” you groaned, and the one behind you whispered, “Good girl,” as his fingertips played with your nipples through chiffon. You gazed up at him, mind spinning. The points of his jaw threw shadows across the sharp planes of his face, eyes glimmering with black delight. One of your hands crept to the scalp of the god buried between your thighs, the other reaching up to hook in the hair of the one above. If you died at this moment; you’d die happy.

Your breaths grew short under the tender laps of Loki’s tongue: every flick against your clit, every suck between the flat licks that slipped against your sex.

“She’s close,” the one above you murmured, working your nipples, his breath hot on your neck. He moaned your name softly, praise dripping from his lips.

“Oh my god…Loki,” you gasped in a thin, fragile voice, back arching. The man between your legs let out a muffled grunt against your cum slipping against his mouth. You reached forward, burying your hands in his hair and drawing him up into a messy kiss. “My turn,” the one behind you hummed, and the mattress creaked under their weight. You were aware of a carefully coordinated shift as the Loki kissing you shuffled up your body. His lips broke away, and then he was towering above you with his thighs spread on either side of your chest; cock in his hand, stroking leisurely. Your palms slid up his iron-muscled thighs, golden in candlelight. And then, the second Loki’s tongue slipped inside your cunt. Your nails dug into the femurs of the Loki above.

His head fell back with a hiss, a mess of dark hair cascading around his shoulders. The hard cock bobbing between his legs tapped against your cheek and you immediately curled your fingers around it and guided it to your lips. Loki gurgled as you swallowed him, sucking gently in time with the second god’s expert tongue slide across your pussy. The two of them moaned in unison.

You wondered if they felt the same sensations; if one transferred to the other, and if the god hovering above with his cock in your throat could taste your fresh, liquid arousal welling in the other’s mouth.

The Loki towering with his hair falling free cradled the back of your head as mewls of orgasm vibrated against the velvet skin of his length.

“G-good, f-fuck, Darling,” he muttered as your nails scraped down his obliques. The tongue caressing your swollen, slippery sex vanished—but then a pair of large hands slid over your own. The second Loki appeared at the first’s shoulder, resting his chin on the ropes of muscle starting to strain under the effort of holding back blowing his load into your mouth. “Don’t be greedy,” the second murmured: dark, dirty. You released the cock from your mouth with a slurp, and its master frowned, panting heavily. “I’m giving her what she wants.” The second Loki snorted, before pulled the first’s earlobe between his teeth in the way that made your lover tighten with desire. “I think we both know what she wants,” he whispered, and both sets of eyes locked on yours. A thrill swelled between your legs with wicked force. “Yes, you do,” you said, and both Lokis’ eyes glinted with a mischievous spark. They moved like a dance, sprawling elegantly on either side of your body.

You kissed one deeply, and then the other, settling on your left side facing the Loki with hair spilling over his chest like ink. Your hands tangled in his hair, kissing him wildly. His hand slid down your waist, pulling you flush to his abdomen; cock pressed tight to your stomach, the growl in his throat filling your mind with impossible filth. But nothing’s impossible with him, you thought, as the second Loki’s lips fastened to your neck from behind. Another hand skated over your ass, massaging gently. You swung a leg over the hips of the Loki in front of you; his greedy fingertips immediately sinking into the meat of your thigh. The tip of his manhood slid between your folds. “Are you ready, love?” he whispered. The Loki behind you paused, placing a gentle kiss between your shoulder-blades. You nodded, searching between your bodies and gripping his cock. It slid inside you like liquid, and the breath left your lungs.

‘Made for me,’ Loki always said. And it was true. The expression of the god in front of you tremored, lips parted in pleasure before his beautiful eyes fluttered shut. Your cunt stretched around him, swallowing the size, gripping him in a slickened, silken vice. The Loki sheathed inside you stilled, his hips trembling against yours with the determination not to fuck you senseless. That wasn’t the plan—not yet. He bit his lip as your peripheral vision glowed green.

You turned fractionally, seeing the second Loki empty a small, ornate phial of oil into his palm and warm it between his fingers. “Relax, love,” he murmured as a hand slipped between your cheeks, fingers playing against your ass. You clenched around the root of the first Loki’s cock. “Gods…” he groaned, and the one behind you chuckled. “Hold on,” he said, as his fingers played at your ass. One digit slipped inside, and then two. The tender wildness set your nerves alight, and you began to thrust on Loki’s cock, desperate for movement. A moan caught in his throat. “Wait, love,” he choked, steadying your hip and quieting your whine with a kiss. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, thumb playing at the angle of your jaw while the Loki behind you scissored his fingers: in, and out. “She’s ready,” he purred. The lover holding you pulled his mouth away, sucking on your bottom lip. He winked. “I don’t think she’ll ever be ready.” You smiled, turning to the one behind you as his hand slid over your thigh. Feeling down his body, your fingers curled around the second Loki’s cock at the moment you squeezed your cunt around the first’s. Both of them hissed in unison, and you almost came from sound alone.

The second, familiar manhood pressed against your asshole, slipping against the Asgardian oil. You took a deep breath, following the usual routine, as Loki let you shift backwards until he breached. The stomach flush to your spine spasmed, a sharp gasp splitting the air as you slid down his shaft and the Loki in front of you shuffled closer, brushing his nose against yours. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Isn’t she?” “F-fuck…” the one behind you stuttered, “Yes. Yes…” “Hold on,” the Loki deep in your cunt goaded to his duplicate, echoing the previous jibe. “Don’t ruin the fantasy for her before it’s even begun.” In lieu of words, the Loki behind you dragged his cock from your ass, teasing, stretching, before sliding back in. An obscene sound rattled in your throat as the first Loki rolled his hips, his effortlessly liquid thrusts stroking your g-spot. “Made for us,” the Loki behind you murmured, thrusting gently.

With every gentle slap of their skin, another plane of reality melted. Kisses slid one into the next: from the front, from behind. Your hands roamed over their bodies as they cradled you, suspended in syrupy desire, their mouths taking turns over your skin as twisting moans filled the room.

You didn’t think it was possible to feel this aroused, this full, this safe. Orgasm wasn’t a peak; it was a wave—foaming beneath the soles of your feet as you rode it across a sea of their need. You lost count after four.

Sweat slid between the three bodies on the bed, one folding into another as they fucked you, wringing their name from your lips in every conceivable octave. “Come inside me,” you sobbed, feeling the next climax boiling in your blood. Both Lokis’ breaths hitched. The one behind you sank his teeth into your shoulder while the first palmed your breast upward before slipping a hand between your bodies, circling your clit. Loki’s voice at the best of times was enough to send you over the edge, but hearing two of him in the throes of ecstasy was too much to bear.

Their breaths became more urgent, the thrusts sloppier, the sounds of your bodies driven by some unquenchable need shifting into its final gear. Loki, buried in your ass, fastened his hand at your hip; pulling you onto the base of his cock again, and again, and again. The god buried in your pussy trembled, his jaw clenching, spirals of hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes were wild, pumping up into your cunt with targeted, lethal ease. Fuck, you were so wet. Cum coated the insides of your thighs, slipping against each buck of his hips.

And then, they splintered.

You’d been so excited earlier you’d forgotten to check if he’d made sure the silencing enchantment was in place. But it was too late now, and to be honest…you didn’t care. Your only regret was you couldn’t see them both at the same time, so you glanced between them, drinking in the sight of their faces screwed up and pleasure wrenching from them in violent, guttural sounds. Twin sets of fingers sank deep into your curves, their sobs of your name ebbing like snow melting into hard, winter earth. True to form, neither Loki stopped the churn of their hips as they came; reluctant to spin a second less of pleasure from your willing body. Hot cum swelled against your insides: white, sweet, perfect. The one behind you collapsed his face between your shoulder-blades, condensation misting your skin. The second followed, his messy kisses covering your mouth between wild strands of hair.

And then, their ragged breath eased with a singular, staggered sigh. “Happy, Darling?” the Loki in front of you murmured. You nodded, cupping his face. “I love you,” you whispered, searching his eyes. This one. Definitely.

In a shimmer of green, and with a knowing smile, his body dissolved.

The arm around your waist tightened, cock still buried in your ass. Loki kissed the curve of your shoulder, and you grinned into the pillow. “I love you,” he said tenderly against the skin. “And that’s something I’ll never share.”

Thank you for reading❤️ Come say hi! Alternative Version/Part Two of the THIRD Loki ...yes that's right. The Spare (w/c 1.5k)

[grim-reapers-wife]

Childish (Loki x fem reader)

Summary: Loki likes to pick on his favorite Midgardian to get a rise out of her.

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"God you are a burden to earth!!" I scream at Loki after yet another prank directed at me.

"Ouch. Is that how you really feel?" He says sarcastically. I stalk over to him shoving my books in his arms.

"Fix them." I demand. Loki decided to mix up all the words on the books I had out. "Perhaps I'll leave them like that to teach you a lesson."

I groan and roll my eyes. "What lesson? What have I done to upset the God?"

"Perhaps I just needed entertainment? And besides, you don't need to know what you did." He sets the books on the coffee table of the common room.

"You are so childish! Why me? And especially why my books?" I flip through the pages to see if they've magically fixed themselves...Nope.

He sits down and poofs a book into his own hands. "Because I wanted to. That's reason enough, darling."

I glace up at him with his book. "No, no way. If I don't get to read neither do you."

"I'm so scared." He says in a flat time without looking up.

"I mean it." I stand up from the floor and stalk over to him. "Give it to me." I reach for the book but he's faster.

"You'll have to try harder than that, darling." I reach for it again and he moves it behind him.

"Give it here!" I lean over him, trying to reach for the book. "Give me the damn book."

"Nu uh, darling." I climb on the chair with him, trying to grab the book. When I feel his other hand on my waist is when I realize where I'm at.

I look down at my hips straddling his waist. My eyes meet his and we both stop fighting for the book.

He drops it on the floor beside the chair and grips both my hips.

"Loki I-" "Shhhh." He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

I lick my lips and place my hands on his shoulders. He moves his hands up to my waist and pulls me forward.

Both of us lean in at the same time and our lips crash together. I work my hands in his hair and he groans.

He bites my lips and works his tongue into my mouth. I moan and push my tongue into his, fighting for the upper hand.

He grips my hair with one hand and leans my head back to lick into my mouth. My body reacts before I can tell it to stop. "Mmpff!"

I roll my hips against his an hear a deep groan come from low in his throat.

I pull away panting. "God you make me feel so unsure of my feelings."

"We are much alike in that, my darling."

"Oh 'my darling' huh?" I roll my hips against him with a hiss from his lips.

"Mine until you tell me otherwise." He pulls me back to his lips and devours my mouth.

I moan and kiss him back fiercely. Grinding my hips against him.

"Loki." I pull away and rest my forehead on his while rocking my hips. My mouth forms a perfect "O" while I grind on him.

"Such a good girl." His hands hold my waist to help me rock against him. I run my hands down his shoulders and to his chest to feel the muscles beneath his shirt.

I grind against him like a horny teenager, feeling his length between my legs with way too much fabric in between.

I feel the coil in my stomach start to form. Making my stomach contract and my movements little messy.

"Hey guys I got pizza for dinn-Oh my God." Tony looks away from us as a scramble off of Loki.

"I'll just, uhhh," He thinks for a moment. "Put these in the kitchen. Umm, everyone will be down in a second."

I take a minute to collect myself. My hand covers my mouth while I look anywhere but at Loki in that chair.

I almost came from just that. And we got caught! I'll never be able to look at Tony again! Oh God and Loki. How am I ever going to be in the same room as him?

"Loki I-"

"Wait." He stands.

"Before you say anything about 'That was a mistake.' or 'We shouldn't have done that.' Just let me say something." I nod and finally look at him.

"You are an amazing woman, who I love to patronize because I want the attention from you." He walks over and takes my hands.

"Because like a childish school-boy I picked fights for your time, instead of asking you on a proper date. This was not just some one time thing and I do not wish it so." He tilts my head to look at him.

"You are incredible, I am enamored with you." He leans down to kiss me and I let him. This kiss isn't like the ones we just shared. This is sweet and tender with enough firmness to tell me he's serious.

"I think you are so childish!" He looks hurt for a second before I kiss him again. "Next time could you please just tell me? God all this time I thought I was crazy for finding you so attractive! Unbelievable." I grab him and kiss him again.

His hands rest on my ass and he tilts his head to the side to kiss me.

"Woah, get a room! What are y'all filming a porno?Jesus, warn a guy next time." Sam says coming out of the elevator.

I rest my head on Loki's chest and snort. "I really thought I would've heard the elevator."

Sam walks into the kitchen and more people start to come down.

"We should probably go eat then." I look up at Loki. "Yes probably." He kisses me once more hard and quick before we both let go and walk towards the kitchen.

"Oh and, darling?"

"Hmm?"

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Notes: I'm thinking I'll make a sequel to this about going to Loki's room. 😏 Thank you and as usual leave KIND criticism if you have any. Reqs are open. ✌️

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[mischiefmaker615]

Freak (2 of 2)

Summary: Infinity Stone mishap!

Rating: R

Song Request: Freak by Doja Cat

Requester: @Ellazaee (wattpad)

PART ONE

You thought you’d be shy at first- shaking and blushing as if it were your first time.. but honestly.. once you both got started- it felt so damn natural..

You kicked the door closed with your foot, your fingers having a grip on Loki’s locks while he continued to crush his lips onto yours and run his hands all over your back and sides.

He was following your lead; you could tell and honestly his respectfulness and shyness was cute. You could feel his knees brush against yours as he kept himself bent just to help accommodate his height while he held you in his arms and pressed you against him. you could feel his abs thought his skirt and his upper half lean forward more to press your chest against his- feeling you just as much as you felt him.

You then shoved him back, seeing how his back hit flat against the wall before you were on him again, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth back down onto yours while your other hand worked to get his jacket off his shoulders. He was happy to help, running his hand down your spine and gripped your ass while his other hand helped you maneuver his jacket off until it was forgotten on the bedroom floor.

‘’I’ll buy you a new one..’’ you breathed, somehow with your eyes closed while your mouth stayed busy with his- ran your hands to his chest and tore open his shirt.

‘’eager are we..’’ Loki smirked, his voice just as breathy as yours where you heard his buttons click onto the floor.

‘’you want me, just as much as I want you.’’ You challenged and frantically took on his shirt as if it were on fire.

‘’gods yes I do..’’ he said with a bit of a growl while his hands landed on your waist, squeezing tight when he felt your nails rake down his chest. ‘’we’ve waited to long for this..’’

‘’you have no idea..’’ you almost huff and begin pressing your lips to his chest and collarbone- all of his exposure really.

‘’really?” he challenged, and you felt his fingers curl until he lifted your shirt up and off, tossing it aside before his hands ran over you again. ‘’gods Y/N.. you are so beautiful..’’ he breathed and bent lower and bury his face in your chest, making you moan and raise your eyes to the ceiling while your fingers clutched his hair.

‘’we can take things slow if you-‘’

‘’no-‘’ you cut him off, having him raise his head a little to look at you with surprise while you cupped his face and brought his lips a bit more gentle to yours in a short peck. ‘’there will be much time for that.. right now.. let me have you..’’

‘’have me?’’ he raised a brow with a grin, almost trying to tease you until he saw the seriousness and lust in your eyes.

‘’have you.’’ You then nodded behind you and began walking backward with your bed waiting for the both of you. ‘’on the bed, hands above your head.’’

Something dark flashed into Loki’s eyes, coming to his full height while he stalked forward until you turned to the side to let him pass. Making sure to hold eye contact, he turned himself so he could sit down before he pushed himself back and lay, strong arms raising before settling comfortably above his head. ‘’I am yours darling..’’

‘’I know.’’ You tease back, loving how you could match his energy you.. really were sure where it came from. You had been so shy, perhaps awkward.. but maybe once the huddle of being exposed to him had ripped away.. you realized.. there was nothing to be afraid of..

You made sure to hold eye contact while you stood at the foot of the bed, hands moving to cup your chest over the bra before they slowly moved down and to your waist. Loki’s tongue flicked out to glide over his lips, the bulge in his pants twitching and begging to be free while your dainty fingers moved to your pant’s zipper. Slowly pulling it down, you rotated your hips with a smirk while your thumbs pulled your pants down, all the way down until you stepped out of them and kicked them away behind you.

You ironically were wearing a matching lace, black set. You swore you didn’t know all this was going to happen- but you thanked your taste in wardrobe to help you out in this very moment. Not that you owned anything ugly really- and Loki seemed to appreciate it as you noticed his body tense and raise up as if wanting to see more before you shook your head.

‘’lie back and stay put.’’

Loki’s jaw tightened as he did just that, his eyes drinking you in with his muscles obviously tense to keep himself still. Your knee slowly sank onto the mattress before you lowered yourself onto your hands, crawling forward while your hair fell over your shoulders and seemed to frame your face.

You moved up his body just enough to get your hands resting on either side of his ribcage and kept eye contact when you began kissing your way back down. You heard a soft sigh leave his lips and felt him lightly raise himself as if seeking out more of your touch.

‘’what have you done to me..’’ he breathed, eyes fluttering before he saw you sit up and move your hands to his belt.

‘’everything you want me to do to you.’’ You smile before feeling him raise his hips enough to let you slide his belt off in one swift motion.

You folded the belt and placed it between your teeth, crawling up his body while your eyes locked with his and saw the longing in his eyes.

He was loving this, and wanted you. Badly.

You then straddled him just below his ribs, practically being weightless while you felt yourself rise and fall with his breathing and leaned forward to begin wrapping the belt around his wrists and to the bar that acted as the middle of the headboard. You leaning forward offered a beautiful sight to your chest and you knew it, making sure he was secure before you leaned back once more and scooted yourself so you were sitting comfortably right on his cock that stayed hidden within his pants.

‘’you want me..’’ it wasn’t a question.

‘’gods yes..’’ he breathed, his hips raising up a bit and made your hands land on his chest to keep balance while your body raised with his movements.

‘’are you sure?” you teased, a hand gently running down his chest and down his abs until your fingers met where your cunt was sat and ran them up your own body until they barely dipped into your underwear.

‘’fuck yes..’’

‘’you’ve waited this long, I’m sure you can wait a little longer.’’ You smirk as your hips begin to grind, rubbing yourself against his bulge in a slow rhythm that had his eyes flutter and chin tilt up.

‘’you little minx.. you’ll have fun tonight.. but after-‘’

‘’perhaps you’ll find yourself enjoying this, letting me handle things.’’ You offer him and your hands run up your body again and behind your back to grip your bra clasp. Your hips then began a more circular position against him and made him tense. ‘’big things.’’

the sound of your clasp being undone made his breath hitch, his head raising off the pillow every so slightly while your straps slowly fell down your arms before you revealed your breasts to him, tossing the bra behind you.

‘’darling.. you’re torturing me.. you show me such things and expect me to stay still?” he pleaded, the belt being able to easily snap off with zero effort but he obediently kept his arms up, those leather could be heard being slightly stretched.

‘’haven’t you ever enjoy the view before?” you tease and close your eyes with your head falling back onto your shoulders while your hands begin to massage your own breasts.

‘’darling. I’ve been enjoying the view for as long as I’ve known you. There comes a time when actions need to be met.’’ He growled and raised his hips again, holding his breath to feel you grind on him more thoroughly when you began to pinch your own nipples.

‘’I can give you plenty of action.’’ You purr before a hand drops down to grip your panties at the hip, raising yourself up before in one swift motion, snapped them off of yourself.

Loki’s eyes instantly dropped down to take in the sight of your cunt sitting on top of him, feeling much of your wetness soak through and his arms then did noticeably strain against the belt and you almost for a moment thought it would break the damn headboard instead.

‘’patience darling, I’ll give you what you want.’’ You promised with a hand to his chest, pushing him to lay back down while his eyes kept themselves on your intimate area and switched frantically to your chest.

‘’I could ask for nothing more darling.. than to have a proper taste.. I can practically smell you..’’ Loki breathed, his brows furrowing in a desperate plea to have you move forward.

How could you resist- at least for tonight you wouldn’t tease him to much.

‘’as you wish, my king.’’

His eyes snapped up and his erection damn nearly felt like it would fling you forward if you weren’t already scooting yourself up his chest, holding eye contact as you reached down and stroked his cheek. You both sharing a loving smile, he stayed still and rotated his hips just a bit to help you move into the right position before you were now straddling his face.

‘’let me know if you cannot breath..’’ you said quietly, almost your shy state sneaking back in while your fingers gripped the headboard in front of you.

‘’it be every man’s dream to end in such a way.’’ he teased, earning a small smile and eye roll before you took a breath and lowered yourself onto his easer mouth.

A gasp left your lips instantly, feeling how his tongue began to dip into your cunt and an approving hum left his lips, vibrating your core that had your thighs instantly press against the sides of his head. Your hips began to slowly grind against his face, feeling how his head would also raise and lick at you where you needed him most.

His nose would stroke at your clit, feeling how his tongue would glide against you and tease your entrance before it would plunge into your cunt whenever you decided to grind down even more before you would let up again.

You weren’t sure if you were teasing yourself but the more Loki would moan, the most lost you would get while you damn near humped his face.

‘’fuck..’’ you breathed, eyes fluttering as they raised to the ceiling and your nails scratched the wood of the headboard. Your hips began to grind faster before you would raise yourself up and down onto his tongue, using it to fuck yourself while your mind nudged at an idea.

Feeling a smile tug at the corner of your mouth, you leaned back and rested on your hand against the mattress at your side. Loki followed suite by raising his head to keep suckling at your clit while your other hand reached back and- blindly yet impressively- unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled down his cock.

An approving growl left his lips and he seemed to lick at you much faster while you tried to concentrate and took in his size.

Gods he was big, and you felt yourself get wetter by the sight which made Loki moan while he licked at your entrance now.

Wrapping your hand around him- your fingers almost getting around the whole thing- began to slowly pump him.

A moan left Loki’s lifts, feeling how his hips instantly bucked up into your hand and you took pride in how you could make him feel so easily. ‘’so sensitive..’’ you tried to tease, feeling to strain in your voice while your pleasure seemed to build, and you could practically feel his smirk against you at your failing attempts to keep control.

You began to pump him faster, matching the rhythm of his own administrations and your free hand gripped tightly at the sheets beneath you. It was like you two worked as one, wishing to please the other despite falling closer and closer to your own pleasures.

‘’L-Loki.. I’m.. I’m..’’ you breathed, pumping him faster just as you felt the twitching begin on his cock.

‘’mmm..’’ he hummed, flicking his tongue against your clit in just the right way before he had you screaming his name and cumming in his mouth just as he simultaneously found his own release.

His hips bucked and pumped more while he coated your hand all the while you coated his face. Your thighs were pressed against his cheeks and began shaking while he had plunged his tongue as deep as he could to get every single drop. The both of you made sure to slow down just as your highs were, before you released your claws practically from the wood and moved down his chest, laying your head against it just as you heard a snap and felt his arms wrap around you.

‘’gods darling that was..’’

‘’yeah..’’ you grinned, both of you sounding tired while you caught your breaths.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you grinned like an idiot- not believing you actually did all that while a faint red hue came to your cheeks. Before you had the chance to even think about being shy- really you might not ever go back to being- Loki sat up, making you slide down and straddle his lap while his arms wrapped around you.

You knew that mischievous grin, from the moment you both had met.

‘’what?” you questioned anyway while he raised a hand to lovingly stroke your cheek and use his thumb to trace your bottom lip.

‘’don’t think you’re the only one who can take charge.’’ He smirked and flipped the both of you, making you giggle while he moved on top of you with your arms falling above your head.

‘’maybe I’ll let you just this once.’’ You teased before he smirked and took hold of your wrists in one hand while you felt the tip of his cock align with your entrance.

‘’ and maybe I just so happened to borrow a few infinity stones.’’ He winked.

~DM a song for your own Loki Musical Mischief one shot :D

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