#Loki laufeyson request

[societyfolklore]

Hey I have request for loki x reader where she says her safe word during really rough yk….any fluff really! Thank you smm

Title: Because You Said It

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  What starts as an intense scene with Loki quickly turns into something overwhelming. But when you use your safeword, Loki drops everything to take care of you. In his arms, you’re never just a plaything, you’re his everything.

Word Count:  2.3k

Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Smut, Safe Word Use, Soft Dom Loki,  Aftercare, Hurt-Comfort, Rough sex, Fluff,

   A/N:  Hope this is ok.... Your back hit the mattress with a soft thud, wrists pinned above your head, Loki's magic a shimmering tether that held you in place, firm, binding, unyielding. His weight settled over your hips, body a perfect cage, mouth at your throat, biting, teasing, marking. His teeth grazed and sank with calculated cruelty, each scrape pulling a whimper from your lips, every bruise he left a dark, aching promise that you were his to ruin and worship.

"Such a beautiful thing when you beg," he purred against your skin, voice a rumble of velvet smoke that sent shivers down your spine. His tongue traced a slow, possessive line up your throat before his lips brushed your ear. "But tonight, I don't want your words. I want your surrender."

He pulled back just enough to look down at you, eyes dark with hunger and intent. "I want to break you open completely," he said, and his tone held reverence, not cruelty. "I want to take you apart piece by piece until you're trembling and raw and mine in every way."

His hips pressed forward in a slow, grinding roll that made your breath stutter. "I want all of it. Every gasp, every cry, every broken edge of you- offered to me like worship."

His lips ghosted over your pulse point, voice lowering further. "And when there’s nothing left but the pieces you give me, I’ll hold them. I’ll rebuild you."

The weight of his promise settled over you like silk and iron, both terrifying and comforting. You trembled under him, knowing you were about to be undone.

Your breath caught. Your lips parted to respond, but you simply nodded, trembling with anticipation. Eyes wide and glassy with arousal, your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum. He kissed your forehead, a fleeting, tender press that contrasted the feral hunger burning in his eyes. Fingers hooked in the band of your underwear, dragging them down with rough impatience, letting the cool air lick across flushed skin already tingling with need.

The first thrust had you gasping, back arching violently as the air punched out of your lungs. The second drove a helpless cry from your throat, a sound that echoed around the room like a prayer and a plea all at once. The third, deep and unrelenting. It knocked the breath clean from your lungs and left you reeling, vision blurring at the edges.

He was relentless.

The rhythm he set was brutal, merciless, each movement powered by something primal and possessive. His hips crashed into yours with bone-rattling force, again and again, as though he was trying to carve himself into your very being. Each thrust jolted through you like a lightning strike, turning your spine to fire. His hands clamped down on your waist, bruising, possessive, dragging you down into every punishing stroke until your body was trembling under the pressure.

You were folded beneath him, legs forced wide, your body moulded to the shape of his demands. His chest heaved with exertion above you, sweat slicked between your bodies, his hair falling wild around his face like a dark halo. Magic crackled along your skin, electricity buzzing under your flesh in rhythm with his thrusts, burning, thrilling, overwhelming.

The sounds between you were obscene. Wet. Sharp. Rhythmic and raw. Every gasp, every cry, every desperate plea was swallowed by the heavy air. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard knocking softly with each violent push.

He growled something in a language older than time, the syllables guttural and fierce, his voice ragged and deep with possession. “Mine,” he snarled, each syllable like iron dragged across silk. “This- all of you- mine to take. Mine to ruin. Mine to rebuild.”

You tried to keep up, to stay grounded, to stay present, but each thrust shoved you further from yourself. You were unraveling, each brutal snap of his hips shoving you further out of your body. Your hands strained uselessly against the binds, muscles aching from tension, your voice caught between moans, gasps, and the broken sound of surrender. Every inch of you was overstimulated, nerves screaming, your core tightening to a painful point.

His grip on your hips was bruising, holding you still while he fucked you through your own shattering limits. Your eyes fluttered, rolling back as your legs kicked weakly, searching for a foothold, a tether, anything. But there was only him. Only this.

It was too much. Too deep. Too fast. Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry, pleasure and panic tangling together like wires in your chest. The edges of sensation blurred into something razor-sharp, something almost frightening. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, drowning out everything but the sound of him claiming you. Your mind screamed for him, pleaded for him, but your voice faltered, lost beneath the rising tide of sensation.

You whimpered, a broken noise, tried again, louder this time, voice shaking, tears catching in your throat as your body trembled beneath him.

You had to say it. You needed to.

"Moonlight."

Everything stopped.

Loki froze instantly - not a moment of hesitation. The second the word left your lips, everything shifted. His eyes flew to your face, and panic surged beneath the thick layer of lust that had clouded them just moments before. One hand flew to your cheek, cupping it with trembling fingers, while the other steadied you by the waist. The magical restraints blinked out of existence with a faint shimmer, and your arms fell free, immediately cradled against your chest.

He leaned back, just enough to give you breathing room, his chest rising and falling too fast, like he’d just realized how far gone he’d been. His expression flickered, fury at himself, guilt, a gut-wrenching vulnerability that few ever got to see. The hunger in his features drained away, leaving only the echo of it clinging to the edges of a horror he could barely voice.

"Darling? Are you alright? Did I- did I hurt you?"

His voice was tight, like it caught in his throat on the way out. It wasn't Loki the god speaking. It was Loki the man, the one who held every shard of your safety like a sacred oath.

You nodded quickly, breath still coming in uneven bursts. Tears had welled at the corners of your eyes, not from pain but from sheer overwhelm. You reached for him instinctively, brushing your fingers against his forearm.

"I'm okay," you whispered hoarsely. "I just... I needed to say it before it was too much."

Without another word, he moved. Not rushed, but deliberate. He gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest with a gentleness that belied his strength. One arm wrapped tightly around your middle while the other smoothed over your spine, up and down in long, steady strokes meant to ground and soothe.

His lips brushed the crown of your head. "I'm sorry," he murmured, voice raw and cracking. "I should have seen the signs. I pushed too hard. I lost track of you."

You shook your head against his chest. "You stopped," you said, barely above a whisper. "That’s what matters. That’s why we have it. I trusted you to stop, and you did."

He pulled you even closer, chin resting atop your head, breath warm in your hair. His grip tightened—not out of desperation, but to reinforce his promise. The hunger from before had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming protectiveness that radiated from him like magic.

"You were perfect," he said, voice low and reverent. "So perfect. I lost myself, but you- you brought me back. With just one word. Gods, what would I do without that word... without you?"

The bath was already drawn when he carried you in his arms, one under your knees, the other wrapped securely around your back. This time, there was no magic, no teleportation. Just him. Steady and real. His footsteps were slow, careful, as though he feared jostling you might undo the fragile calm you were regaining.

"I'll take care of you," he murmured, his lips pressing softly to the top of your head, voice laced with devotion. "Let me make it right."

The water steamed gently, infused with lavender, chamomile, and something faintly citrus- your favorite blend. A calming combination, glowing faintly from the magic he’d imbued, but subtle, like a spell cast with love instead of power. The room was lit only by candlelight and the faint shimmer of rune-glow from the edges of the tub.

He stepped into the tub behind you, careful and composed, and lowered you carefully between his legs as though you were something fragile, newly made. You sank into him, your back against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, a deep exhale shuddering from your lungs. His arms folded around you briefly before one hand reached for the soap and the other cradled your jaw, guiding you gently.

His fingers moved with care, massaging your scalp, working shampoo through your hair with the gentleness of someone handling something sacred. His nails scraped lightly, grounding, and he murmured soft encouragements into your ear as he worked. He tilted your head back slightly, thumbs brushing behind your ears as warm water sluiced through your hair, rinsing away sweat and magic and remnants of strain. You could feel his breath near your temple, steady, grounding, and real in a way nothing else had felt all evening.

Even the steam seemed to wrap around the two of you like a blanket, like the bath itself had become a sanctuary he built for you to recover in. Every movement from him was reverent, quiet, but intended, as though he was worshiping, not washing.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his lips grazing your hairline as he spoke. “You let yourself go, you let me in. I saw all of you and you were beautiful.”

You let out a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering shut under the rhythm of his fingers.

“I’m so proud of you,” he continued, his voice softer than silk, wrapping around you like a second skin. “Not just for tonight. For trusting me. For knowing when to speak. For saying the word. That takes more strength than most people ever have.”

His fingers slowed, fingertips combing gently through your strands, letting the silence cradle the moment.

“You’re safe, love,” he whispered, placing a kiss just behind your ear. “Here, with me. Always. Nothing touches you without going through me first. Not pain. Not fear. Nothing.”

A soft shudder ran through you, but this time from comfort. Letting his hands and words soak into your bones.

He washed away sweat and tears, his touch never lingering too long, never crossing a boundary. Just enough to make you feel seen. Cherished.

When he gently washed between your thighs, he paused. His eyes searched your face.

"Better?"

"Yeah. That feels nice." You nodded, voice soft.

"Tell me if anything doesn’t," he said, so seriously you felt tears sting your eyes again.

After the bath, he helped you into one of his undershirts - impossibly soft, smelling like cedar and musk. He sat cross-legged behind you on the bed, towel draped over your shoulders, comb in hand.

He ran it gently through your hair, untangling every knot with infinite patience. You let out a small sigh as the tension left your body.

"Do you want a braid?"

"Yes, please."

He smiled, twisting strands between his fingers with a grace that spoke of years of practice. "Frigga used to braid mine, you know," he murmured, voice dipping into something softer, nostalgic. "She said it helped me focus. That sometimes, when the mind turns cruel and loud, the hands can soothe what the thoughts cannot."

He glanced down at the braid forming in his fingers, brushing a lock over your shoulder. "I didn’t believe her at first. Thought it was just something mothers said to keep restless sons calm. But later... I understood. There’s a kind of magic in the repetition, the care, the quiet of it."

His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "It became something I did when I needed to feel like myself again. When the chaos inside grew too loud."

The strands of your hair slipped through his fingers as he continued braiding, the rhythmic motion steady and grounding, not just for you but for him too.

You closed your eyes, letting the rhythm of his hands lull you into peace. Each tug of the braid soothed something inside you, and by the time he secured the end with a small band conjured from thin air, your muscles had gone soft and heavy. You leaned back against his chest for a moment, soaking in the warmth of his body and the feel of his arms wrapping around you.

When he finished, you turned in his lap, shifting to straddle him lazily, arms winding around his neck. He held you immediately, strong arms locking around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest as though he couldn’t bear a single inch between you.

His chin dipped to your shoulder, breath warming your skin. “You brought me back,” he murmured, voice thick. “The moment you said the word... it cut through everything. The haze, the hunger, I was gone, and then there you were.” His fingers splayed across your back, anchoring you. “I never want to be the reason you're afraid. Not even for a moment.”

Your fingertips stroked through the hair at the nape of his neck as you nuzzled into his collarbone. “You aren’t,” you whispered. “You're the reason I can say it. Because I know you'll always listen. Always catch me.”

He exhaled shakily, his body shuddering just once, then stilling. He kissed your shoulder, then your temple, then the crown of your head, slowly and reverently. “I’ll never let anything hurt you,” he said. “Not even me. Especially not me.”

You stayed wrapped together like that for a long time, swaying slightly as he rocked you without realizing it. Your heartbeats matched, slow and deep, and the world outside your quiet little cocoon ceased to matter. The candlelight flickered low, shadows stretching softly across the floor, and beyond the window, the stars blinked awake one by one, like they were watching over you.

Safe. Loved. Home.

[ccbsrmsf1]

Absolutely amazing, bestie 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Thank you for writing this for me ❤️

Hi, bestie! I have a little request for Loki 🥰

"Are you daring me to kiss you?"

“I kind of love you.”

“no underwear? did you plan this?”

Thanks ❤️

Truth or Dare

PAIRING || Best Friend!Loki Laufeyson x Best Friend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 950 words

SUMMARY || When you and Loki play a game of truth or dare, the resulting truths and dares are something you could have only dreamt of, and you're enjoying every second as your dreams of being with your best friend in every way comes true.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Avenger!Reader. Best friends to lovers. Implied smut.

A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles. Bestie, I cannot thank you enough for requesting Loki during this writing challenge! It was a fun one to write, and you have picked the perfect prompts for this. Eu te amo 🤍

Photo: Source || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Loki Laufeyson || Summer of Drabbles

"Truth or dare?"

"Hmm, I'm going with... dare, Princess," Loki says, his deep voice making the nickname even sweeter as it slips from the tongue. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin as you look at your best friend, a playful smirk on his lips.

"I dare you to... kiss me," you say softly, almost hoping he didn't hear you asking him for a kiss. Ever since Thor introduced you two, you've wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him, but you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship. Now, you decide to go for it. The worst he can say is no, right?

"Are you daring me to kiss you?" he asks with a raised brow, and the heat on your cheeks only intensifies when you nod. For someone who gets through the most challenging situations without a second thought and saves lives for a living, you're doing an awful job of hiding your anxiety about the situation you've found yourself in.

"C'mere, Princess, I can't kiss you when you're over there," he says as he stretches his hand. You look up at him with a surprised look on your features. He- he wants to kiss you, too?

Before you can think about it for too long, you grab his hand, and he pulls you into his lap, a soft squeal leaving your lips as he does. Loki captures your lips in a gentle, loving way that has your heart beating out of your chest. Your hands rest on his chest, bunching the fabric of his shirt as you get lost in him and his taste.

A soft moan slips out as you open your mouth to give him the entrance he's asking for, and he can feel himself chubbing up in his sweatpants right beneath your undoubtedly soaked core. However, all too soon for your liking, he pulls away, though he keeps you seated on his lap with his hands on your hips.

There's a glimmer in his eyes that heats your cheeks and swirls your stomach with excitement, and then he asks you the same question. Before he asked, you already had your answer ready, hoping he would take the route you had in mind, and you're not in the least disappointed.

"Truth."

"What's a secret you've never told anyone - even me - before, Princess?"

"I—I kind of love you. Not just as a friend, but as... more than a friend, too." Admitting this to the man you're in love with feels like baring your entire soul to the world, but it also feels good. His grip on your hips tightens slightly as he processes what you just said, and once he does, a smirk lightens up his pale skin in a way that makes it look like he's glowing.

"I love you too, Princess. I have never known a love quite like the one I feel for you before, and I know it is true love. Whenever I think about you, my heart wants to leap out of my chest of excitement. My eyes search for you in every room I'm in. And you're the one who is on my mind every time someone asks what I think about," he tells you, his voice angelic as he confesses his love to you, too.

He leans in, but instead of kissing your lips, he places a featherlight one on your left cheek, followed by your right cheek and then your nose. Your eyes slip shut as his softness caresses your skin, and his hands pull you even closer to his body.

"Loki," you whisper, the sound so soft that a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. The way his name falls off your tongue so effortlessly and beautifully has him wishing he could hear it every day for the rest of his life.

"I want you, Princess. I want you in every way, but only if you want me to," he says, and you nod. You want him more than you've ever wanted anything in your life. But most of all, you want to be his.

"I want you, Loki. Make me yours," you whisper against his ear, and he moans softly at your words. He gently lays you on your back, the softness of the sheets beneath something that barely gets through to you as Loki is undressing you.

Layer by layer of clothes disappear, and when he's at your shorts, he pulls them down only to reveal you didn't wear panties today; his cock immediately reacts to the sight in front of him. The way your shorts were practically ruined by your arousal when you were on his lap, and the way you're gushing now that you're this close to being his in every single way.

"No underwear, Princess? Did you plan this?" he asks in a playful tone, and your cheeks heat up at the question as you shake your head. You didn't feel like wearing panties when you came out of the shower, and you didn't even think twice about it when Loki came to visit.

"Hmm, I'm gonna have fun with you tonight, my perfect Princess," Loki says between kisses on your inner thighs, and he makes true to his promise, as he's not letting you go until the following day, once you're both thoroughly fucked out in the best way possible.

Last night has been the best game of truth or dare you have played, and you're looking forward to spending the rest of your life by Loki's side. But now, you're very content in his arms, his lips placing soft kisses on the crown of your head between whispered sweet love confessions.

[asgardiangirll]

Requests were young Loki and snake Loki, so I combined them 🐍

[pixiekiwi]

love your works! How about lokixreader (friends to lover). Where the reader decides to try to get over loki by going on a date because she thing loki doesn’t like her like that. So how loki finds out about her going out on a date and I’ll leave the rest up to you!

You Mischievous Little Thing | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

HELLOO!!! Thank you so much for this ask :3 I may have not written exactly what you were imagining, however I had a lottt of fun adding to this prompt. I also... wrote quite a bit more than I was expecting, the words just kept coming!! I hope you enjoy!! :D Reminder, asks are still open <3

Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Description: Loki finds you on a date, with another man, wearing his colors.

Warnings: Slight NSFW content, no set timeline, jealous Loki ;), feminine reader, no use of (Y/N), slight knife play.

Word count: 3.8k

mea columba: my dove

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All Mother Frigga was not only known for being one of the smartest and beautiful women of Asgard, but also for the grand soirée’s hosted almost every other week. Typically they were hosted for events, however Frigga also loved to host gatherings for the sake of it, this being one of those times.

You had actually managed to get a date for this ball., and wasn’t an accident. Using it as an opportunity get your mind away from your childhood best friend - The Young Prince, Loki of Asgard.

You had recently come to the realization you had feelings for the man. You noticed your heartbeat would speed up at the littlest of glances, the smallest of smiles, the sweetest of looks.

How you had come to this conclusion was finding your cheeks the brightest of red in the mirror while allowing your mind to fall to the idea of the Prince. You cursed yourself that day, and cursed the God of Mischief for fooling you into these feelings.

You couldn’t help it however, his bashful smiles, his bright blue eyes that seemed to just do things to you - you couldn’t get him out of your mind.

And you knew, he did not feel the same way. I mean, he was Loki of Asgard, and you were you, of… Well, nothing really.

You had met him in the gardens when you were young. Your father was a nobleman on the war council and you had been visiting the castle for a few weeks when you had bumped into the boy. Immediately the two of you clicked, it was easy. You had the same curiosity for the world, the same mischievous and playful spirit, the same yearning to know more, to be more.

And now, centuries later, you lived in the castle. You had moved to the castle at Loki’s request, to help him with his studies to become the Crown Prince for when his brother finally was crowned. Now, you had a rightful seat at the war council - just as your father had.

It had been years of the two of you being side by side, you had become inseparable. Everyone knew it, everyone saw it.

You had both dated others, but nothing ever stuck for either of you. You didn’t mind, until you realized you had feelings for the Young Prince.

So now there you were, down in the Ball Room as hundreds of other Asgardians danced around you all the while awkwardly standing next to your date. Ironically, the only dress you had at the moment to wear was a dark green gown, laced with gold ribbon.

The man you stood beside wasn’t terrible, he was sweet, but just… Boring. It was nothing against him, he was handsome, but he didn’t get your jokes, your sarcasm, or even your compliments. It seemed he truly didn’t have a brain.

You smiled at him as he spoke about battle, in a dramatic fashion - explaining something about decapitating an enemy. You had stopped listening minutes ago, but yet you sipped your drink politely, letting your eyes wander slightly, looking for… Well you know who you were looking for. To your dismay, you had yet to see the blue eyed man.

So you moved your eyes back over to your date, whose name, you actually could not remember for the life of you. He had seemed to now be distracted by one of his friends who had come to speak to him. Seeing as they were now enthralled in a conversation, you took this as the best moment to step away.

You moved quickly, giving a quick muttered excuse to leave and moving carefully to the large banquet table. The foods and deserts upon the table made your mouth water. You reached for a rosatum, thankful for the sweetness that dissolved upon your tongue.

You let your eyes wander again, you watched as couples danced happily upon the dance floor, their lovestruck gazes never leaving each other’s. Your heart panged in an odd manner, was that jealousy? Yearning?

You didn’t know, and preferably, you didn’t want to.

As you were finishing one off of the many drinks you had tonight, you felt a pair of eyes studying you from afar.

You had grown a knack for sensing Loki from what felt like miles away. You were not one for magic, but his magic you could feel. You didn’t know why, you assumed it had something to do with the time you had spent together. However you didn’t mind, he wasn’t able to sneak up on you anymore - he had done it enough.

As your eyes snapped to his, a velvety feeling filled your lungs. A small smile crept up upon your face as you gave him a small curtsey, a running inside joke between you two.

You could see a smile creep up his expression as he bowed his head to you.

You could almost see his eyes graze your figure, but he was too far away to truly tell. Standing the upon golden steps across the room his aura bled confidence, that you could see from hundreds of feet away. He was wearing a beautiful dark green and gold suit plated with golden armor, a show of his status.

You wanted to wave him over, and you almost did - until your date grabbed your shoulder.

“You disappeared back there,” he smiled politely, pulling your attention, albeit begrudgingly, away from the Young Prince across the hall.

You didn’t see how his face fell.

“I apologize,” you smiled half-heartedly.

“I was just getting to the best part,” He laughed, his face red and flushed from alcohol, “I hadn't told you about the beheading!”

He did, a thousand times already.

You hoped your true emotions were not showing upon your face, as that would be quite rude. But truly, you could not stand to be around this man anymore. You had already listened to enough battle re-telling while on the council. You wanted to come up with some excuse to leave, maybe that you had fallen ill - but before you could even get another word out, the hairs on the back of your neck stood.

“Would you care to dance My Lady?”

You spun to the side, unaware of your date’s narrowing eyes upon the man now in front of you both.

“Loki.” you had almost gasped out in relief, he was finally here to rescue you from this horrid date.

His sharp features seemed to soften as they took you in, admiring the gown you had put yourself in. Loki’s eyes met yours again and his feathery gaze fell into an odd stoic wall you could not break through. He smiled politely at your date before holding out his arm for you to grab.

You took it willingly, wrapping your arm with his.

You didn’t even glance back to your date as Loki took you through the crowd, finding a perfect spot for the two of you to dance. You felt yourself become relaxed at the mere presence of him. His familiar oaky and leathery cologne invaded your senses, sending your heart into a frenzy of beats. His hold upon your arm was sturdy and powerful, almost as if proving something. You didn’t question it, happy you now had space between you and the man you were just with.

“A date?” The black haired man finally spoke out. His voice was solid, there was a strong lack of emotions behind his question, throwing you off.

You nodded.

“Y’know, Adrián is one of the stupidest Asgardians I’ve ever met.” He quipped. His tone was void of the typical teasing you were used to, but you smiled and laughed anyway, moving your body with his as you turned to dance with him.

“I realize that now, I actually didn’t even remember his name. I’m not sure he does either, he’s had enough mead for a lifetime.” You smiled, a genuine smile as you gazed up to Loki. Truly taking in his striking features. You had danced together time and time again before, however you always jumped at the chance to admire him. His hair was slicked back and styled, and his blue eyes almost looked green from the reflection of your clothing. “I think I could only handle the same story twice, and I have heard it enough already for a millenia.”

A small smile crept up to Loki’s face at your comment, but yet his stoic facade still stood between you and him. He spun you around once, stepping into place with the others dancing around you.

There was an odd silence between you two at this moment, it made you uneasy. Quiet was normal between you two - time spent together reading by the fire, studying in the archives, or even just spending time going on walks in and around the palace - but this quiet, it was different.

You kept your eyes on him as he failed to meet yours, “Is there something wrong?” You finally asked, your voice filled with genuine concern. You wanted to reach and brush the stray hair from his cheek back behind his ear, but you refrained.

Loki shook his head, licking his lips as he danced your body with his own. His eyes finally falling upon yours as he spoke, “It’s insulting for you to parade yourself out here in my colors, with your arm around another man.”

His words held a certain… frustration, that you could not decipher.

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, your eyes staying upon his as your eyebrows raised, “What?” A small nervous laugh escaping you.

His own eyebrow perked up, spinning you around with him as he scanned the crowd of people beside the group dancing, “Did you do it on purpose?” The irritation in his voice was certain as his eyes met yours again.

You had seen Loki frustrated before, angry even. However this was different - it was an emotion you had not seen upon the man. Your mouth went dry at the accusation, you were confused as to what he was implying - had you understood, you’d probably faint.

“I’m sorry?” You asked again, your voice still holding the nervous laugh from before. Avoiding his gaze you spoke again, “I do not understand what you are insinuating.”

While you failed to meet his gaze, you didn’t fail to notice the pink that seemed to climb up upon his neck. His own eyes flickering away from you to the crowd that surrounded you, he seemed… Nervous.

Suddenly, as if seeing something in the crowd - his eyes glowed with frustration once more before snapping to you again. He spun you around again, your gown glittering under the soft light from the chandeliers. Before pulling you close to his body, leading you two into a gentle waltz. The dancing had now become the background of your focus, giving Loki the authority to lead you was easy.

“Look at you, mea columba. You are adorned in gold and green.” Loki’s eyes scanned you up and down, a dangerous emotion flickering through his blue eyes. “You’re practically mine in those colors.”

Your eyes snapped to his blue ones in surprise. You opened your mouth to respond, but you had nothing on your mind to respond with, you were still mulling over his words in your mind.

Practically his.

You gulped as you closed your mouth, your eyes flitting from his eyes down to his lips, where a small smirk had begun to form upon them. Of course, he was playing a game with you, it seemed he always was. As your eyes met his again, you found the wall that was once there was now broken. You could see his frustration now melt into something different, confidence.

You hadn’t noticed Loki had led you both near one of the many exits of the ballroom. You now had stopped dancing, his arm still leading you two wherever he pleased. You looked around finally, seeing you had stepped past the beautiful archway leading you both down a quiet hall. You didn’t mind, the music was becoming overwhelming.

“It was the only gown that was decent enough for the ball.” The words tumbled from your lips haphazardly, it was the first response you could manage. You cursed yourself internally for drinking as much as you had. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the key to your flustered state, however it was easier to blame.

Loki’s eyebrow perked again at the excuse, leading you to an open isolated balcony looking upon the beautiful Gardens lit under the moonlight below. He turned to you, his arm unlacing with yours and taking a few steps away - keeping his eyes trained to your figure he spoke, “I thought you wore those colors for me.”

You froze, the soft chill of the wind sending shivers up your spine, or was that from him? You couldn’t tell. Swallowing thickly you moved to the edge of the balcony, looking down upon the gardens. Your nerves were on high alert, feeling his gaze upon you as you attempted to ignore him.

You couldn’t, his presence overwhelmed you in a way you couldn’t properly comprehend.

Wearing colors for him? Why would he care? Has he ever cared before?

You couldn’t recall a time where he had.

The silence enveloped the two of you, the only sound being the laughter from the ball room and the soft melody of music that echoed down the hall. Loki’s eyes fixated on you, and your own refusing to meet his. It was a silent battle of push and pull - a simple game which you knew you were losing.

You didn’t notice him pulling nervously at his fingers behind his back.

Knowing you couldn’t just let yourself lose, you pushed back. You felt confidence consume you, as you had played this game with him many times before. Straightening your posture you turned to him, your eyes finding his already upon your form.

They hadn’t left.

And finally - you spoke, bringing the silence to an end.

“I hadn’t realized you laid claim upon a color.”

As the jest fell from your lips, excitement flashed through the prince’s blue eyes. His hands falling to his sides as he moved closer. His body was now mere inches away from yours, you could feel the unusual cold chill from his body that you had grown to find comfort within. His hand reached to lift your chin, his eyes meeting yours.

It seemed as if lightning struck as they connected, your body tensed as the confidence you had just felt faltered for a moment.

A knowing smirk slowly made its way upon Loki’s face. “And anyone that wears it.”

Your breath hitched at the implication, your eyes flicking down his figure before meeting his eyes once again. You gazed at him through your eyelashes, your teeth finding your bottom lip as you returned his playful, smirk.

“Well,” You paused, taking your time to mull over your words as a certain heat rose in your lower half, “If I must, I may just have to - take it off?” You glanced away briefly, “If that pleases you,” you met his blue eyes again, “Your Highness.”

You lowered yourself into a curtsey, your head now below his abdomen. Before you could sink any lower, his cold hand grabbed your upper arm - pulling you back up to him. He was leaning over now, your faces just threads apart.

You could feel Loki’s breath upon your lips as he spoke, “Oh you mischievous little thing,” his tone low and rasping.

Lifting you and setting you upon the bench like railing of the balcony, one hand finding your lower back, his grasp the only thing between you and the gardens below sending a wave of adrenaline through you. His other hand - crawling up your leg under the flurry of skirts you adorned, your own hands finding his neck. He whispered finally, leaning over so that his lips now at your “You know I would like to do that myself.”

Stunned by his sudden actions, his declaration, and the closeness of the two of you - it had seemed as if you had suddenly lost the ability to speak. Your lips parted in surprise, his strong grasp steadying you just enough.

Your nervous gaze fell upon him - his attention fixated upon you. Your lungs shook as you took in a shuddering beeath, searching for the words to say, to continue this game.

But you couldn’t find those words, in fact, he didn’t even give you the chance to - as his lips were now on yours.

Your heart skipped eight beats at once and a small gasp escaped you. His kiss was hesitant at first, but when your eyes fluttered closed, and your hands found his hair, pulling him closer - as if giving him permission - he didn’t restrain himself any longer.

Loki’s hand on your lower back was now moving up to your shoulder blades, moving your body flush to his. The hand that resided within your skirts gripped your thigh tightly - as if he could sink claws into your warm flesh.

As he leaned closer, you broke away - your nervousness from being mere inches to the edge causing your momentous pause. Breathless and shamelessly warm, your lips parted, ready to warn him of your anxieties. His hungry eyes met yours and he spoke for you.

“You think I'd be so foolish as to let you fall?” He clicked his tongue teasingly as he spoke, “The only foolish thing I’ve done is let you be seen in this dress while not by my side.”

A wild glimmer flickered through his icy blue gaze, desperation clawed through them as they trailed down to your gown. As they flicked back up, the mischievous smirk you were used to took hold of his expression. You could see the gears turning in his mind - you knew his next actions would be bad news.

You felt yourself flush with amorous excitement.

Loki’s hand upon your back lowered once more - all the while still holding you sturdy - and his other hand loosened from your thigh. “We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong message now,” his eyebrow perked as he cocked his head to the side slightly, his tone low and commanding, but yet far from his usual Prince-like-regality, “Would we?”

You felt a cold sharp object graze where Loki’s hand once was. Your breath hitched as you heard the sharp ripping of fabrics.

Your eyes snapped down, your skirts now cut away, revealing your bare legs and a dagger gripped between Loki’s palm. As he conjured the dagger away in a fluff of green particles, feathery gasp escaped your lips at the sudden coolness of the breeze against your skin. His hand found your thigh once more - however much higher than he had before.

“Much better now,”, he pulled you against him and wrapped your legs around his lower half. His dangerous gaze never seemed to falter.

“Don’t you agree?”

You wanted to disagree, in fact you wanted to yell at him for cutting up such a beautiful gown. But hungry excitement flooded your veins.

“Loki…” You whispered out a warning. You wanted to say more, tell him that this game had gone too far - but the yearning for more clawed through your chest and down through your lower half. Something else told you this wasn’t a game anymore. Your tongue flitted over your lips - Loki’s eyes falling to them - watching as you bit back the words you truly wanted to say.

“Oh mea columba,” He practically groaned out - his voice coated with desperation, “As much as I love seeing you in gold and green, I think I’d much prefer you with nothing on.” As he spoke, his hand on your upper thigh crawled farther up - reaching the hem of your panties.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as his cold fingers played with the hem “If that pleases you, My Prince.”

As the words left you, his gaze shot to yours. His eyes glowed with hunger, so much so that even you could see that he was starving.

“What would please me, is the idea of you never wearing another man's arm -” He paused, his fingers slipping under the hem, his hand grasping the side of your hips. He lowered, his lips finding your jaw - you stretching your neck to give him access. The kisses started slowly, giving you time to move your hands around to his neck and lowering them further down his chest.

“However,” he began again - his lips now lowering down to your neck “You can wear my colors-” He stopped again, his teeth now grazing your collarbone, unbeknownst to you his piercing gaze stared up at you, “As long as I get to claim you as mine.”

You shuddered at his words, realizing this was not a game anymore. This was desire. Your hands found the back of his head once more, his once styled and slicked back hair was now a mess - his natural curls now showing through.

The goosebumps that raised on your flesh was telling enough for Loki, he smirked against your skin. Straightening himself into a stand, all the while kissing you feverishly up your neck and collarbone.

Tightening his grip upon your hip - hovering his lips just breaths away from yours he spoke, “Should we take this to my bed chambers then,” he paused, his sensual gaze now upon yours, “My lady?”

You gazed up at him through your lashes - your body warm with desperation, with the want - no - the need, for more.

“Please-” the plea was barely a word, but instead a hushed moan that you couldn’t control.

At the sound Loki’s eyes flashed - both hands now at your hips, lifting you from the railing. His arms wrapped around you, flushing you against him. You barely had time to register the green particles that surrounded you both, before your head was upon a pillow and soft silk sheets beneath you. Loki’s arm released you gently as he leaned back, now straddling you.

He whipped his hair back, brushing it away from his face as he took a steadying breath, his eyes finding yours again. You noticed he no longer wore gold armour, but just his shite undershirt and black pants that he wore underneath.

Your heart seemed to stutter as you watched him, his biceps flexing as he moved to unbutton half of his shirt. His sensual gaze looking you up and down, sending shivers through your spine, and velvet through you.

“Now,” He spoke finally, pulling your hands that laid at your sides up, above your head onto the headboard. His face now inches from yours once more, “Let’s get this torn gown off of you.”

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: While staying over at Loki's place, you get woken up with violently painful period cramps, having you apologizing to him in a panic when your mind starts flashing back to a night almost exactly like this from a previous relationship

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning/s: blood; Reader going through her period; mentions of a previously abusive relationship; language (nope not sorry, Rogers) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: start of steamy moments at the end; precious green flag bf Loki hours

The timer went off with four beeps, and you turned down the brightness of your laptop, rubbing your eyes as you leaned back on the seat of the couch. You groaned into the dark quiet of the living room, stretching your arms and letting your eyes rest for a few minutes before you had to go back in and work on the post-mission report again.

"Darling, what did I tell you about working in such a horrendous position?" You barely had time to react to the sound of Loki's voice, or the gentle yet admonishing tone of his voice, before he scooped you up in his arms and cradled you against him as he sat on the couch.

"You should come to bed," he told you, a soft chuckle escaping him when you instantly relaxed in his hold. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Your mission report can wait until the morning, little mortal, you need your rest."

"'M fine…" you mumbled your protest, words muffled when you nuzzled your face into the crook of the god's neck. "M'almost done…just fifteen more minutes."

He let out a long sigh before tilting your chin up to face him, placing a soft kiss to your lips before moving you off of his lap and reaching for your timer, setting another fifteen minutes to it. "Alright, Y/N. But after this I'm taking you to bed." The way your eyes lit up had him breaking out into an amused grin, reaching over to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles. "To sleep, darling. I prefer you awake and alert when it comes to our lovemaking."

Your boyfriend sat quietly next to you as you resumed work on the report, waiting patiently for the four beeps to go off again. Unfortunately there were still a few fields left to fill out right as the timer went off. He wrapped his hand around yours, placing your laptop down on the coffee table before easily scooping you up in his arms again, this time carrying you to his bedroom.

"You know…I can just go back to my place," you offered. "I know this wasn't exactly what you had in mind when I said I'd sleep over for the night so maybe I can come by tomorrow--?"

"Do you truly think that that is all I want you for, precious mortal?" He sat you down on the edge of his bed before crouching down, his face now level with yours. "I cherish any time I get to spend with you, regardless of what we do." He held the side of your face, weaving his fingers through your hair before closing the distance and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "Lay down, my darling. Tonight I am more than content simply holding you while we sleep."

Sleep took you as soon as he settled down on the bed beside you and he laid on his side to drape his arm over you. It honestly surprised you how quickly you could drift off ever since you and Loki started seeing each other. Back when you were single you practically slept with one eye open, always ready to spring into action, a fully loaded gun in your nightstand, just in case someone ever made the mistake of going into your apartment and trying something with you.

And it wasn't any better in your previous relationship. Spending the night with your ex mostly consisted of making sure you slept at the very edge of the bed to make sure that his arm didn't accidentally land on you while he flailed about. God help you if it did, it was an hour long tirade about how you "messed up his sleep experience for the night", and he outright demanded that you would "make it up to him" by giving him head.

That was what had you feeling so…foreign in this new relationship with the Asgardian. When he asked you earlier tonight if you wanted to stay with him after coming back from a mission that separated you from each other for the last week, you immediately assumed that it meant part of the night would have been spent naked in bed and most definitely not sleeping.

Not like you would have complained, of course. To say the sex was otherworldly was an understatement.

So having him prioritizing your rest, holding you close at the center of the bed while still wearing the lounge set he laid out for you when you entered his apartment nearly ten hours ago, was entirely uncharted territory. In just a few short months, the god had crafted a blissful little bubble for you that had you so thoroughly and stupidly content. That had you feeling so…safe.

If only the figurative needle that burst that bubble hadn't come tonight in the form of a sharp ache in your lower stomach that had you waking up with a violent start. You lurched away from Loki, clutching your abdomen in pain and pressing your face into the mattress to muffle your groans.

No no no, you thought to yourself in a panic, recognizing the violent clenching as period cramps. This wasn't supposed to be for another week.

The sound of your boyfriend mumbling your name had you scrambling out of bed, mortification and dread flooding you when soft warm light washed over the room and you saw the tiny patch of blood on the mattress. "Darling, what's happened? What's wrong?" He followed your gaze to the spot on the bed. "Oh, my dear heart…"

"I-I'm sorry," you stammered, already reaching for the sheets and starting to work them off of the mattress. "I'll--I'll get the spot out and get these back to you." The words started to spill out from you, as if you couldn't get them out fast enough. "I'm so sorry Loki please don't be mad--"

The feel of his hand gently wrapping around your arm had you jumping to stand up straight and turn to face him. But instead of the ire you'd braced yourself for when your eyes met his, instead you found concern. Tenderness, even. "You will do no such thing, darling," he told you, his tone the gentlest you'd ever heard from him. "You will stay right here and I'll be back in a moment."

When he guided you to sit back down on the bed, you began to protest. "But the blood--"

"Is just blood," he insisted, pressing a kiss between your brows. "Nothing we need worry about." He sat you down on the bed, lightly touching your chin before he disappeared from the bedroom in a flash of green.

Barely two minutes later he returned. In one hand was a change of clothes from your closet. In the other was the little acrylic basket you kept in your bathroom cupboard decorated with shark stickers. He set the clothes down on top of his dresser and held his hand out towards you to take.

He led you to his bathroom, placing the basket on the countertop. "Get yourself cleaned and sorted, darling. I'll take care of the bedsheets," he told you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You really don't need to I'll be done in a few minutes--"

The frantic tone in your voice stopped him from closing the door. "Y/N, what paltry excuse of a partner would I be if I didn't do what I could to alleviate what stresses your body is forced to suffer?"

Loki's response, especially the sincerity that came through with every word, had you floored. He said it like it was the simplest, most basic thing in the world. Like it didn't even need a modicum of common sense to come to that conclusion.

And yet your history was more than enough proof that the answer to his question would have been 'the kind that I've always had'. He must have seen the words forming all from the glazed over look in your eyes as you thought back on former boyfriends, and he let out a sigh, crossing the distance between you again and framing your face in his large hands.

"Darling, I may not completely understand Midgardian anatomy quite yet, an issue I will see to it that I remedy after tonight. But this? Ensuring that you need not add to the stress that you must already bear? This I can do. How could I allow myself to simply sit back and not offer my aid where it could benefit the woman I love?"

Both of you froze, stunned silent, at the words that came from the god. Love. It was a word you didn't dare to use even in the solace of your own thoughts. Sure, the last few months that you'd been with him were nothing short of a wonderful dream that you wish you'd never wake up from. Of course you loved him. Even before your first date, you already had it bad for him.

"You love me?" you blurted out, your words barely louder than a whisper.

"I do," he sighed, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. "I have for a long while, my darling." He ghosted his lips up the bridge of your nose before pressing another kiss between your brows. "Get yourself cleaned," he repeated, murmuring the words into your skin. "I'll have tea waiting for you when you finish."

Once you were clean and you'd changed into the clothes Loki brought over for you, you stepped out of the bathroom, your heart warming at the sight of the god having placed a tray with a tea set on the storage bench in front of the bed. He shifted he way he sat at the edge of the bed, stretching his arm out toward you to invite you to sit on his thigh.

"Do you feel better, sweetheart?" He wrapped his arm around you, securing you against him as his hand worked its way under the hem of your shirt, thumb softly stroking at your skin. You only nodded your response before leaning over and giving him a kiss. He hummed contentedly against your lips, playfully nipping at your bottom lip before he pulled away. "What was that for?"

"I love you, too," you told him. "I realized while I was in the shower that I didn't say the words back. Like an idiot. But I do…love you. I don't think I even remember a time that I wasn't--"

He quieted the rest of your words when he pulled you into another kiss, weaving his fingers through your hair and holding you in place. "My precious little mortal," he sighed against your lips before he stole another kiss. "Why did you think I would be angry with you over something so…paltry?" You shifted to move off of his thigh, which made him hold you tighter. "You need not hide from me, my love. I need you to know this."

"It's just…" Your voice grew faint as you tried to find the right starting point to even start telling the god about the scars that had stayed with you from the ghosts of your past relationships. "I don't know how to even start finding the words," you said lamely, picking at the stitching of the hem of your top. "But maybe…maybe I can show you."

Loki's eyes widened as you placed your hand over his and brought it up to touch your temple. "Are you certain?" he asked, breathless.

"Of course," you said softly, giving him a tiny smile. "I trust you, Mischief."

You rested your forehead against his, bracing your hands on his shoulders as the memories flooded your mind, nearly knocking the wind out of you. All of the times that your last boyfriend before him mistreated you, neglected your needs and only called you over to stay the night when he wanted sex.

The time when you woke up on a night just like tonight, with painful cramps that came a week early because of the stresses of passing your SHIELD exams that were a part of your final assessment to be taken on to the Avengers team. You'd left a small patch of blood on his sheets and he had an absolute meltdown.

Even just the memory of his words had you flinching in Loki's arms.

Dammit those sheets were a graduation gift from my mom, you dumb bitch. You better clean that up and it better be fucking spotless.

Baby I'm sorry, it's just you know how important anything from my Mama is to me. I mean how would you feel if I just went and pissed on those journals your dad gave you for Christmas last year? What do you mean of course it's the same thing. But that's not what's important, pookie bear. What's important is making it up to me. I mean, you did disrupt my sleep experience.

"I've seen enough, darling," Loki snarled pulling away from you, pure fury in his eyes upon seeing that bringing those memories so vividly to the surface had made your cheeks wet with tears. "I should have his head for his abhorrent mistreatment of you."

You gave the god a half-hearted shrug. "He's someone else's problem now, thank fuck."

"He should not be anyone's problem."

"We can't just get rid of him, he's a civilian," you grumbled, already hating that you had to argue against his sentiment even though you actually agreed with him on a fundamental level. "He's not worth the legalities that we'd be facing. Trust me, I've considered it. From setting his house on fire to hacking his car to drive off a cliff. He's not worth facing the consequences."

Loki pursed his lips, wrapping his arms around you a bit tighter. "I suppose you're right, my love." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Then the only course of action now is taking care of you. Putting those awful memories far in the back of your mind."

He guided you to lay back down on his bed, holding you against him with your back to his chest. He splayed his hand across your lower stomach and used his seiðr to warm the area, relieving your cramps.

It didn't take long before you relaxed against one another, sleep once again sinking its hooks into you.

The next few days felt like something out of a dream, the raven-haired Asgardian going above and beyond, ensuring that you were well taken care of and that you weren't doing anything that could cause you additional undue stress. If he so much as saw you stumble or touch your head while you walked, he scooped you up in his arms and brought you back to his apartment, telling you to rest for an hour. You made a throwaway joke when he laid you down for a nap, calling him "Doctor Loki" right as you fell asleep.

On the fourth day of your period, usually the last day if you were to rely on your history, you got a text from the god telling you to meet him in his apartment for a "routine check-up". It seemed he caught on to your joke and wanted to play along.

However the last thing you expected was to walk into his bedroom and be greeted with the sight of him dressed in only dark slacks and a white doctor's coat, his eyes framed by a pair of angular square glasses. He smirked as his eyes raked over your figure, standing to his full height before making his way to you. "Hello, darling."

"What's all this, Mischief?"

"Well, the symptoms of your…condition seem to have abated," he answered, fighting back the playful smile that threatened to stretch across his face. "Aside from those pesky little headaches that seem to plague you every now and again. Luckily I have a quick and…rather enjoyable remedy for this."

He took your hand in his and started to guide you toward the bathroom.

"And what exactly is this treatment you have in mind?"

"Easy, my love," he said, casually shrugging off the white doctor coat, putting his well-defined chest and abs on display before pulling you into his arms with a gentle tug. He traced a finger down the bridge of your nose before tilting your chin up so he could lay his lips on yours, the kiss quickly becoming more and more heated with each brush of his lips. "Pleasure." With a wave of his hand your clothes and his disappeared in a flash of green and he led you into the shower. "Sweet, decadent, overwhelming pleasure."

A/N: Another request from the 500 follower celebration done! I had such a cozy lil time writing this kind of Loki where he just takes care of his bb and just makes sure that she feels safe and loved 🥹💖

I've got another 4-day weekend ahead of me starting tomorrow and hopefully I can use this time to knock out some stories from both my neverending Tumblr and non-Tumblr TBRs, getting some stories either properly planned out or actually written out, and just overall being productive 🫡

Already working on the next request from the 500 follower celebration list and…it's a Hiddles x Reader story that involves a mango ride 😈

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Could you do a smut of president Loki and fem secretary reader?

Oh yeah... that can certainly be arranged ;)

Presidential Feast

President!Loki x Fem!Secretary!Reader

Description: Things are not all they appear to be in the office of the president's secretary. Though you work diligently at your desk, there is a certain someone who works even harder to get you to come undone completely from below.

Warnings/Disclaimers: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), PWP, public sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

A/N: I blacked out and when I woke up, there were two thousand words of Loki smut on my computer screen. Dunno how that happened. Fair warning, this is barely proofread. I'm just amazed I wrote this in one sitting LOL

Word Count: 2k

“...So, if there is any way I could speak to him directly…”

The saccharine smile wears at the corners of your lips. You’ve worn it for hours now, feigning pleasantries, signing papers, redirecting and avoiding pointless or dangerous questions from the press. You were excellent at keeping face, as it were, but even still…

This job was exhausting.

Maybe it was foolish of you to expect people to use their eyes. President Loki was clearly busy in his office, preoccupied as he leafed through stacks and stacks of backlogged paperwork. You could quite clearly see that through the door’s window. Apparently, most of your appointments, scheduled or otherwise, were incapable of seeing the commander in chief hard at work. Why else would they bother you ceaselessly for a chance to speak with him?

At least your superior had a soft spot for you. A new desk made from gorgeous stained mahogany sits before you, polished to almost a mirror-like shine. It feels sinful to rest your elbows upon it as you lean forward and prop your chin on your wrist.

Though, perhaps it’s not nearly so sinful as what happens beneath.

When the president had procured this desk for you, he ensured it was the best in all aspects. Naturally, this included a spacious, enclosed area for you to stretch your legs. The legroom truly was unparalleled and quite comfortable. If you wanted to, you could easily crouch down and fit underneath. After all, that’s exactly what Loki is doing right now.

While you explain for the billionth time today that the president is not available at present, gesturing to the clone that pantomimes reading documents the next room over, the real Loki kneels between your legs and bites softly at your inner thigh. His teeth drag bluntly over the sensitive skin before he sucks on it, marking you under the mini skirt he’s bunched up around your hips.

“He… he’s clearly quite busy--” You inhale sharply when his tongue laves over the dark bruises he’s created upon the canvas of your legs. The man standing in front of you eyes you curiously with an arched brow. Canines dig into your tongue to stifle the moan at the back of your throat. Loki’s breath is hot against your core through the fabric of your underwear. “--and I am not feeling terribly well. If you could just try again tomorrow--”

“I have been attempting to get a hold of him for three weeks now!” the man exclaims as his face grows red. “This policy needs his attention immediately!”

“Sir, if I might remind you, that is not how the American government works. You would be much better off addressing this with your representative in the House, and--ah-!”

With a hand over your mouth, you bite down on your index finger to muffle any further slip-ups. You can feel the smirk on Loki’s lips as they lead feather-light kisses closer and closer to your folds. Fingers curl into a white-knuckled fist as you grip the edge of your desk.

Thankfully, your current “client” is far too focused on his own agenda to pay attention to your strange behavior.

“That’s exactly why I’m here! I called and called, and I think they blocked my number--”

You barely hear what he’s saying even with his frantic gestures and waving his arms. The man is clearly quite animated about whatever it is he’s going on about. It’s hard to focus on that when your senses hone in on the dextrous fingers that hook in the waistband of your undergarments. It’s a bit difficult while you’re sitting down, but he manages to shimmy them down your hips without too much effort on your part.

Thankfully for you, this man seems more than content to ramble on about how important this proposal is and why it should be the first thing on the agenda. So much so that he begins pacing about the room as he talks.

And then Loki’s tongue flattens and paints a fat stripe through your folds. You’re so glad this guy is turned away from you when your eyes roll back and you clamp your hand over your mouth fully. That accursed, talented appendage zigzags and swirls, drawing patterns all along your slit but never quite high enough where you want it most. He drinks of your nectar, feasts on your essence. Your breath comes out in staggered gasps and your brows knit together.

“Are you even listening to me!?” the man practically shouts, startling you and pulling your attention away from the euphoria between your legs. “I swear, the government these days--!”

“Do you wish for me to deal with him, my dear?” you feel more than hear Loki’s words as he whispers them, his cheek pressed lazily against the plush of your thigh while his verdant green eyes gaze up at you. His lips glisten with your slick, and it makes your head spin with desire. It would be so tempting, so easy…

But you snap out of it and shake your head. No, you wish to do this yourself. It’s part of your job, after all, at least in a roundabout way. And if your intuition is correct, really all you’ll need to do is change your approach.

The real challenge is staying focused while Loki gets back to work lapping at your cunt.

“I understand your frustrations, sir,” you practically coo, removing your hand from your face and leaning forward. You bat your long, fake eyelashes up at him. His demeanor changes instantly and you see his shoulders relax. “I really am listening. You were just so passionate about it that I was taken aback.”

“You… yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just such a serious matter, and no one is listening…” he bemoans.

“Such a mischievous little devil,” Loki purrs quietly. Your legs tremble on either side of his head with the effort it takes to keep yourself composed. “You’re playing this poor man like a fiddle, aren’t you? What a cruel mistress…”  The nearly inaudible chortle rumbles through his lips and onto your dripping core. It sends a shudder through your entire body and prickles your skin.

You make a show of licking your lips before pinching the bottom one between the tips of your canines. Loki is right--you have this man absolutely captivated.

“Here, sweetheart,” you begin, sliding a sticky note towards him. “I’m sorry there’s nothing more I can do today, but that’s my personal cell. Give me a call tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do for you, okay?” It’s almost sickening putting on a show like this, but it might as well be your calling with how easily he buys it. He’s cradling the piece of paper in his hands like it’s some sort of holy artifact as he thanks you profusely and finally makes his exit from your office.

As soon as the door closes behind him, in fact, you finally exhale the breath you were holding with an airy whimper.

“Mm,” Loki moans into your folds. He rewards you with a flick of his tongue at your clit that leaves you digging your nails into the wood. “What a perfect succubus you make. Tell me…” he begins, teasing a finger at your entrance. “Who did that number belong to? I know you wouldn’t dare give such a lowly creature your actual information.”

“It’s--” You keen and bite your lip when his long finger slowly curls into you. “It was your--fuck--” Loki smiles devilishly as your hips buck into his hand. “--your brother’s cell.” Your cheeks flush and you laugh breathlessly. “I imagine that will be quite… quite the conversation tomorrow…”

An almost evil laugh thrums in his chest. “Gods, but I do love that wonderfully deviant mind of yours,” he praises as he begins thrusting the digit in and out. Kitten licks flutter against your sensitive bud, and your toes curl in your heels.

“And I--” you huff, moving instead to grip the more comfortable arms of your office chair, “I need more of that deviant tongue of yours,” you joke breathily.

He slides a second finger into you and begins pressing against the soft, spongy spot, grinning wickedly when he feels your thighs tense around him. “Making demands of your president? How terribly daring of you.”

Words are beginning to fail you even before his lips encircle your clit. Your chest heaves as you whimper with every breath. He sucks on that pleasurable little bud, timing every curl of his fingers with a practiced swipe of his tongue. Ecstasy builds and bubbles in your core, and you try so desperately to contain the sounds that threaten to spill from your lips. Even if no one is here right now, someone could walk in at any moment. That thought shouldn’t thrill you nearly as much as it does, and you feel Loki chuckle as he suckles on your clit.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. “The thrill, the danger, chasing such forbidden pleasures…” A low whine sounds in your throat as he continues. “I wonder… what would you do if someone were to discover you like this, in the throes of pleasure?” He slows his fingers, instead thrusting with purpose as your walls quiver around them. “Would you stop me?” He knows your answer when you mewl and tighten around him, but he asks anyway. “Or would the desire only intensify as you ride my tongue and desperately chase your release?”

“Loki, fuck--!” You’re so close, so desperately close, hanging off of the precipice as the pleasure below waits to consume you.

But his fingers still inside you, and the flicks of his tongue that punctuated his words cease entirely. The edge was right there, but now you feel it slipping away from your grasp as a mournful wail rings from you.

“That is President Loki to you,” he corrects you before busying his mouth by biting and sucking at the skin of your thighs. “You will address me properly if you want to continue indulging in this… deviant tongue of mine.”

Your breathing is ragged. Your nails are threatening to rip off the padding of your armrests. “P… President…” Your eyes nearly roll back when his fingers drag slowly through your velvety walls. It’s more, but it’s not enough. Your body trembles. “President Loki, please.”

Immediately you feel his fingers thrusting vigorously in and out of your soaked core. Your moaning returns in full force, potential visitors be damned.

“That’s it. You sound so terribly pretty when you beg for me,” he praises. His tongue finds your clit and swirls feverishly about the bud, and you feel all of the pleasure that had begun to fade return tenfold as you grind shamelessly onto his face. It’s a fire roaring in your belly that licks its flames outwards to tingle at your fingers and toes. Loki moans his own appreciation as he slurps and swallows, smacking lewdly as he drinks up everything you give him. The vibrations push you over the edge as you let out a silent scream, mouth agape as your thighs clamp around his head and you buck wildly against his tongue.

Your body slumps in your chair as you stare, dazed, off at nothing in particular. Your chest heaves with the effort of catching your breath. The orchestrator of your undoing merely smirks, licking delicate stripes up your sensitive folds that make you twitch and whimper from the overstimulation.

“What a beautiful mess you make,” he regards you as his tongue collects your essence from his lips. Before you have the chance to reply, to right yourself, he snaps his fingers and vanishes from his place beneath you.

Well, he doesn’t vanish completely.

No, instead he takes the place of his clone, and when your bliss induced stupor finally allows you to glance over through the window into his office, you see him smiling wickedly and patting his face gingerly with a handkerchief. Perfectly composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred while you try desperately to recollect yourself from a mind shattering orgasm.

Truly… this job was exhausting. 

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Sex with Loki isn’t boring but it isn’t exactly spicy either and you’re craving something more

Warnings: breeding kink, ownership kink, smut, mentions of other kinks, fluff, established relationship, rough sex, no real foreplay, implication of the beginning of a d/s dynamic, safe word mentioned WC: 1.4k

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“Oh come on! We all saw the way he was when we handcuffed him, Loki is kinky as hell and you cannot tell me that you two just do missionary shit!” Natasha’s words were slurred, courtesy of the half dozen mimosas she had devoured before her meal had actually arrived. 

Heat radiated off your cheeks though it wasn’t from the alcohol. “So what if we do? It’s fun!” You insisted, making Wanda roll her eyes.

“You’ve been together for almost a year and you’re saying that you haven’t even dabbled in tying him up?” You shook your head, “Tying you up?”

“No! Ok, we haven’t done anything,” you lowered your voice and glanced around the bustling restaurant, “kinky per se. But c’mon it took us years to even admit we liked each other and over two months to even get to heavy petting. We just move slowly is all.”

Natasha scoffed. “Yeah right. That man wants to utterly destroy you, he’s just being sweet because you don’t have as much experience as him. He doesn’t want to scare you off. If you want to get properly down and dirty with the man, you have to go to him first.” She said matter-of-factly as she took another swig of what was now just champagne.

You looked to Wanda for backup but she just shrugged. “She’s right. You have to make the first move.”

“But where do I even start?” 

They looked at each other before turning back to you. “Tumblr.”

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You wondered if they ever got tired of being right. Pet play, CNC, BDSM, anal, the world was laid out in front of you and all you had to do was to find one (or two) that you really liked and beg your godly boyfriend to indulge you.

Your laptop was propped up on a pillow in front of you, a little notebook beside it that you were using to jot down anything you found even vaguely interesting. The list continued to grow as you scrolled but nothing had jumped out at you as something you desperately had to try. 

“What are you up to my love?” Loki slid onto the bed beside you, his lips immediately finding your cheek. You cringed as a drop of sweat landed on your bare shoulder.

“Just doing some research. How was your workout?” He rolled his eyes and snuggled closer, his body slightly warmer than its usual icy temperature. A slim arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers just barely grazing the swell of your ass. You shifted your hips so that his palm dropped further, now fully cupping your backside. His lips curved upwards against your temple.

“I would much rather have worked out with you, love.” You shivered as his voice dropped and he squeezed your ass. “Especially when you look so delectable in this thin top.” The tip of his nose brushed against the strap of your tank top which you had paired with some thin panties.

“You are insatiable,” You suddenly smirked, turning your head so your lips were barely touching, “my king.” The last syllable had barely passed through your teeth then Loki’s eyes darkened and his lithe body tensed around you. Blunt nails dug into your ass as he held his breath for a moment, before he released it with a growl.

“You’re playing with fire, little one.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Then it’s a good thing I have you to cool me down.” Your tongue darted out and you quickly licked at his lips before Loki could digest your words.

“Oh you naughty thing.” Your laptop and notebook were shoved to the side as your boyfriend pushed you onto your back, quickly settling himself between your soft thighs, pinning you to the bed. You couldn’t help but internally preen at the god’s wavering composure. “You do not know what you’re asking for.”

Your hands trailed up the length of his back, dragging his tight black shirt up with them. “Oh but I think I do.” The way he loomed over you, the savage look in his eyes, his heaving chest, his weight keeping you down. You knew exactly what you wanted at that moment.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and tugged him against your core, the bulge of his cock knocking against your covered clit. “I want to be owned by you. Entirely.”

“But do you know what that truly means?” His hands creeped down to your hips, grabbing them with greater force than he had ever used on you before. You gasped and arched your back but he quickly pushed you back down. “It means that you’re mine, every single piece of you.” His fingers curled into the top of your panties and tugged them down with a swift roll of his shoulder.

“Loki.” He tsked, his shirt now discarded.

“Your thoughts will be mine. Your body. Your soul. Your pleasure” Your shirt soon followed, discarded on your bedroom floor then his shorts. An evil look creeped onto his face. “I will be your king, your god. You will take no other ever again.”

“Please.” You felt like you could barely breathe, the weight of his words falling heavily on your chest. 

His cock throbbed against your lips, slowly becoming coating in your wetness. “This perfect, tight cunt is mine to do with what I wish.” His hips rocked back, letting his cock drop down to your entrance. Your eyes widened and you clutched at his forearms. 

The thick head pushed against your opening, sending a pleasant burn through your pelvis. “If you wish for me to stop at any time, just say so.” His voice softened just enough to urge you to acknowledge him before you were plunged into his possession. You nodded quickly and raised your hips from the bed as you attempted to suckle him in.

“Mine.” He snarled, and without any warning, buried himself to the hilt, forcing a scream of pleasure from deep inside you. You clutched at the hard muscles of his back, desperate for any way to keep yourself grounded as he pulled out half-way and then slammed back in.

“Fuck, I should’ve done this the moment I met you. Wasted too much time not buried in this cunt, not claiming your womb.” You gasped, your pussy clenching down on his thick cock. Loki’s lip curled up. “Oh you liked that didn’t you? You want me to put you to use.” His hips tilted, hitting that spot inside you that made your mind go fuzzy. 

“To breed you.” Your moans bounced off your bedroom walls, spurring the god to thrust into you even harder. “To show the entire world that you’re fucking mine. You belong to a god, you carry his seed in your belly. Who am I to ever deny you?”

He grabbed your wide hips and leaned back onto his heels. Your eyes rolled back as his tip suddenly slammed against your cervix and his heavy balls slapped against your ass. “I’ll fill you every chance I get, just to make sure it takes and you know that you are mine forever.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, surely drawing blood, but you were too lost in pleasure to even care. Your body drew tight as you found it harder and harder to breathe. “I’ll give you what you want, little one. I’ll give you everything.” 

“Loki!” Your legs locked around his hips, forcing him all the way into your spamming cunt as you finally came. He groaned and dropped his head to the crook of your neck. Shallow thrusts worked you through the powerful orgasm as he raced towards his own.

“All mine.” His teeth sank into your shoulder as an icy chin spread through your stomach. You could feel his cock twitching deep within you even through the fog of ecstasy. 

Loki slumped down onto your chest, finally releasing your hips as he softened inside you. 

“Holy shit.” You giggled breathlessly. “Knew that list was a good idea.” 

As gently as he could, your boyfriend pulled out of you and flopped onto his back, dragging your spent body on top of him. “What list?” He mumbled into your hair in between soft kisses.

“Made a list of kinky stuff I wanna try.”

“Oh? And what else was on that little list of yours?” You propped your chin up on his sternum.

“Knife play?” Loki groaned and tugged you closer.

“Gods what have I gotten myself into?” He laughed.

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[lokileaf]

could I request a human!female x Loki fic with fluff and a bit of smut?

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TVA!Loki x human!female

AN: Sorry I haven't been posting, I'm in college and it's almost finals season so I have been sooo busy, but I promise I will get to everyone's requests soon! Thank you to everyone who has sent me requests and commented, I love engaging with everyone! <3

You jumped slightly as a disheveled-looking Loki fell into the chair across your desk. His shirt was rumpled, his hair tangled, and his tie was completely crooked. To put it lightly, he looked like a mess.

You watched silently as he dropped his head into hands, a deep sigh wracking his body. Shoving your paperwork aside, you rest your hand on his forearm, your concern evident on your face. He looked up at the contact, a small sad smile on his lips.

"Are you alright?" you asked, searching his eyes for anything that might clue you in on why he was acting so out of character. You waited in silence as he gathered his thoughts.

"I... do not think I am a good person," he finally replied.

The confession hung heavily in the air, the following silence deafening as he waited for you to form a response.

"What makes you say that?" was what you finally settled on. His brows furrowed as looked up to meet your gaze.

"I... hurt people. With no regard for their feelings. And I do not even dwell on it. I just do it," he mumbled softly, scrubbing his hands over his face once again.

"Ah. Memory cell?" you asked, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. He nodded sullenly as he ran a hand through his hair in a halfhearted attempt to tame the tangled curls.

"Want to tell me about it?" you asked, hoping he would take the opportunity to open up. His eyes shifted, looking around the less-than-private workspace.

"Not here."

You nodded and stood, taking his hand in yours as you led him to through a maze of hallways to your room. You pulled him through the door into your small quarters and gestured for him to take a seat on your bed, pulling the chair from your modest desk to sit face-to-face.

You tried to focus on the issue at hand rather than the fact that Loki was here in your room on your bed, tucking your hands under your crossed legs to prevent him from noticing their slight nervous tremor.

"Talk to me", you said gently, breaking the silence. He took a shaky breath.

"Back home, I am not exactly... well-liked. I do not have many friends. The few people who tolerate me only do so because of their loyalty to my brother. I did something especially cruel to one such friend..."

You reach your hand to bridge the gap between the two of you, resting it on his knee. Your heart skipped a beat as he gently took your hand in his.

"I cut off her hair and she... confronted me."

He paused again, clearly unsure if he should continue.

"What did she say?" you asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"That I deserve to be alone", he mumbled, "and that I always will be."

Sadness squeezed sharply at your heart, aching for him.

"That's not true," you said softly before he stood and turned to face away from you, hands on his hips. He let his head fall to stare down at the floor.

"What if it is?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

"Loki..." you trailed off, standing to place a comforting hand on his back. "You're not alone. And you definitely don't deserve to be."

He turned to face you once again, looking down at you with a pained expression.

“How can you believe that?”

The question knocked the air from your lungs. Sure, he had a record of… general mischief, but you had seen his file; he cared so deeply for those closest to him. Surely a few lapses in judgment did not negate that entirely.

“Because I know you. You’re caring and ambitious and so intelligent.”

You take a step closer to him, grasping his forearms for emphasis.

“And maybe you’ve done some things you regret but you’re still you. And I happen to like you a lot, Loki.”

You paused, heart thundering in your chest as you realized what you had just confessed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you waiting for him to break the silence that had stretched between you. You let your hands drop to your sides as he remained quiet, a contemplative look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—you don’t have to-“ your stuttering sentence was cut off as you were pulled against his chest, his arms wrapping themselves around you tightly. You slowly brought your arms up to wrap around his torso, feeling his chin tuck itself against the top of your head. You stayed that way for a few long moments, allowing yourself to hold him as long as he needed.

“Thank you,” you heard him say quietly from above.

The emotion in his voice tugged at your heart. You had never seen him like this. Since his arrival at the TVA he had been combative and noncompliant, causing Mobius and your shared higher-ups quite a bit of grief. And yet you found yourself liking him more and more as time went on. You couldn’t help but see the best in the unruly god before you.

And it didn’t hurt that he was tall, dark, and handsome.

Loki finally pulled away, slipping his hands awkwardly into his pockets as he looked down at you.

“Perhaps I should ah… take my leave. I wouldn’t want to impose…” he trailed off as he made his way to your door, reaching for the knob.

“Loki?”

He paused.

“Yes?”

“You can stay… if you’d like. I’m done for the day and I could use the company,” you offered, knowing he would never accept the offer unless he felt like it was at your request.

His hand dropped from the doorknob as a soft smile appeared on his lips.

“I think I would quite like that.”

You smiled as he returned to his place on your bed. You sat next to him, crossing your legs under you.

“Tell me about your home,” you said, offering him a lifeline to keep the conversation moving along.

“Well… what would you like to know?”

You thought for a moment.

“What is the food like? Do Asgardians hold balls? Did you have many suitors?”

He laughed softly at the barrage of questions, looking down at his hands.

“The food is nice. Mostly smoked meats, fruits. Mead, of course. The occasional ball. No… official suitors,” he replied, shifting to lean back against the wall.

“What about a girlfriend? Boyfriend?” you press, a stab of jealousy making its way into your forethoughts.

“I am not overly familiar with your Midgardian courting terms…”

“Girlfriends and boyfriends are like… romantic partners. But you’re not married or anything. Just… together,” you explain, your cheeks beginning to burn.

“Ah. No, no girlfriend or boyfriend or anything.”

“I find it hard to believe that a prince does not have a partner of some kind. A… courtship maybe?”

A sly smile makes its way across his face.

“I’ve had my escapades,” he replied, leaving it at that. “And you?”

The flush on your cheeks intensified.

“No… nothing like that,” you admitted, thoroughly embarrassed by your lack of romantic connection.

Loki shifted again, sitting up to lean closer to you.

“Nothing? I find that hard to believe.”

You shrugged, heart picking up speed at his increased proximity.

“There’s not much time for that when you’re partly responsible for the continuation of the Sacred Timeline,” you replied.

He leaned forward ever so slightly, his eyes pinning yours.

“We appear to have some time,” he quipped quietly.

“We?”

“If you’ll have me…” he trailed off, eyes flicking down to your lips. Your heart thundered, mind going blank. After a moment’s hesitation, you forced yourself to nod.

Your mattress squeaked quietly as he leaned forward to ghost his lips over yours. You closed your eyes as you felt his hand cup the side of your face. You let him take control, relishing in the feeling of his mouth claiming yours. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Did you mean what you said before?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded quickly, anxious to be kissing him again. He obliged, claiming your lips once more as he gently pressed you back against your duvet.

His tongue caressed your bottom lip, requesting access. You slid a hand up into his hair, opening your mouth for him as he pressed his chest against yours. His hand slid from your hip up to your neck, encircling it softly.

Feeling him harden against you, you pressed your hips up against his, rocking up into him slightly. You heard his breath hitch slightly, a silent moan catching in your throat. His hand fumbled with the zipper of your TVA-issued jacket before sliding it off your shoulders.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down flush against you. The feeling of his body pressed against yours-

“Loki!”

You flinched as a muffled voice called his name from the other side of your door.

Mobius.

Loki’s lips left yours, beginning to make their way down your jaw to your sensitive neck.

“Loki,” you sighed, not wanting this moment to end.

“He can wait,” was his quiet reply.

A loud banging on your door startled him out of his reverie.

“Apparently not,” he muttered.

He sat up, straightening his shirt and tie before offering you a hand and pulling you upright. You flushed at the sight of your disheveled uniform and his hair freshly mussed from your ministrations.

“We’ll have to finish this another time, darling,” he said with a grin before turning and opening the door to find an irritated looking Mobius.

[vbecker10]

Hey odd request but I have a lot of tummy issues could you write Loki comforting reader with tummy cramps.

Tummy Troubles

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Loki discovers you curled up in your bed trying to deal with your stomach issues and offers to help you feel better.

Warnings: 🤷‍♀️ stomach issues, mention of throwing up previously, feeling ill but not specific illness mentioned... there will be fluff!

A/N: I'm really really sorry this took so long! I've been having a rough time finding inspiration but last night, while I was curled up in a ball trying not to die from my own stomach issues, I came up with the idea for this fic in an effort to distract myself. Thank you for sending this request! I hope you like it! 💚

Your phone buzzes on your nightstand for the second time and you groan, gripping the sheet around you tighter as your stomach cramps and your body shivers. After what feels like forever, the pain subsidies but you still can't force your body to move so you can reach your phone.

You've been laying curled up in a near fetal position for at least the last hour, even since you dragged yourself back to bed after loosing the battle to keep from throwing up your lunch. Even the slightest movement brings a wave of nausea so you've decided your best bet is to stay perfectly still until you finally fall asleep which will hopefully be soon but you doubt it. You're utterly exhausted but as far from sleep as possible. This is not a new feeling unfortunately, once every other month or so your stomach decides to revolt against you for seemingly no reason.

Closing your eyes tightly, you feel chills run up your spine as your stomach cramps. Your muscles slowly relax and just as you take a deep breath to steady yourself, your phone buzzes for a third time.

You don't need to check it to know who keeps calling, it's Loki. He was due back from his mission roughly half an hour ago and somewhere in the last six months, it became a habit of his to call you to let you know he landed. You thought it was sweet and normally you couldn't wait to hear his voice again but there was no way you would let your ridiculously attractive best friend see you sweaty, nauseous and curled up in pain.

The doors open for the elevator and Loki steps inside, his phone pressed to his ear as he listens to it ring over and over. When he hears your voice mail pick up, he sighs and ends the call without leaving a message.

Putting his phone back into his pocket, Loki walks into the kitchen in the common area in an effort to locate you. Instead, he finds Wanda and Natasha making tea and discussing their plans for the evening.

"Have either of you seen Y/N recently?" Loki asks, trying to keep from sounding overly concerned.

"She didn't come to our last two meetings," Natasha answers. "She's sick, some stomach thing I think."

"Thanks, I'll go check on her," Loki says then he leaves the kitchen, walking down the hall to your apartment.

He knocks, waiting a moment but when you don't answer he lets himself in like he has dozens of times before. He sighs when you're not on the couch like he had hoped you would be. He looks around your dark apartment and realizes that means you're in your bedroom. He walks towards the closed door and pauses.

The door is always closed when he's come over and he often found himself wondering what your bedroom was like or more specifically what your bed was like. What color sheets did you have? Was your mattress soft or firm? Did you sleep on the left side or the right side? What he wondered most often though, was what it would be like to fall asleep with his arms around you. He'd never ask you any of those questions of course but now he was about to find out the answer to most of them.

Loki knocks on your bedroom door, putting his ear to the dark wood and hears a soft groan in response.

Your bedroom door opens slowly and you pull the thin sheet tighter around yourself. Despite your back facing the door, you can immediately tell by the sound of his leather boots that it's Loki.

"Are you okay, love?" Loki asks. "Natasha said you were sick."

"Go away," you mumble, squeezing your eyes closed as your stomach cramps. You feel the bed dip lightly as he sits on the edge and you groan. "Don't move the bed," you force the words out, afraid speaking will trigger your nausea as it often does.

Loki gets up quickly and apologizes, "Sorry."

You can feel him watching you but you can't move to face him. Part of you wants him to leave, close the door on his way out and act like he never saw you here. The other part of you desperately wants him to hold you until you fall asleep.

"Let me help you," he says finally.

"I'm fine Loki, you can go," you say through gritted teeth and the instant you hear your voice you know the God of Lies isn't going to believe that.

"Y/N," he says softly as he sits gently on the bed again, careful not to move it as much as before. "I can make you feel better if you're sick."

"How?" you ask then cringe in pain as your stomach cramps tightly, a second later you feel something unexpected. Loki's chest presses lightly against your back as he lays on your bed next to you.

"I can use my magic to heal you. I've used it to heal wounds and illnesses before," Loki explains as his arm wraps around you, his hand settling on your stomach gently. "Just relax love, this will only take a moment."

You nod but you're body remains stiff, you've spent almost every night for the last three or four months wishing you could lie in bed with Loki but this is not how you wanted it to happen. Your attention is drawn to Loki's fingers as they begin to glow green, his seider spreading slowly over your body.

Almost instantly, your stomach settles as the cramps release and the nausea subsides completely. You find yourself inching closer to Loki as the chills fade and the only things you feel are tired and comfortable. Your hand covers Loki's, his seider fading once the spell has finished healing you.

You nod and smile, "So much better. Thanks Loki."

"Better?" he asks quietly, his lips a few inches from your ear. 'Black cotton sheets, firm mattress, left side of the bed,' Loki thinks, answering the questions he had about your bed, a smile spreads across his lips as his fingers intertwine with yours. The only thing left for him to do was try to hold you for as long as possible since he wasn't sure when our if he'd get to do it again.

Your eyes flutter open. "No," you reply quietly, still holding his hand to keep his arm around your body. "Please stay."

"Of course, love," he answers.

You yawn, closing your eyes for a moment. You've cuddled with previous boyfriends but Loki was so much more comfortable than you had imagined he could be.

"I'll leave so you can rest," Loki suggests even though it's the last thing he wants to do.

He shifts as close to you as he can, thrilled by your request, "Okay love."

You yawn again, struggling to keep your eyes open and in your exhausted state you find yourself asking Loki something you've wanted to know for months. "Why do you keep calling me love? You never call anyone else that."

Loki places a soft kiss to your neck, just below your ear and whispers so quietly you barely hear him, "Because I love you."

You smile as your eyes close and just as you slip off to sleep you whisper back, "I love you too."

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[sersi]

I know what kind of god I need to be.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I ask a really soft very in love! Loki with fiancée! fem reader and the promo of city view, but instead of doing it near a window, they are doing it on a roof top? If it's possible, could they be in Asgard?

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{taking it back to the first one because it's the only good one in my opinion}

Though time was endless to them, stretching out over the vastness of eternity as the world moved forward, [Y/N] still thought it was important to take breaks.

With eternity in front of you, it was easy to forget the little things, like this gorgeous view of the sunset, and [Y/N] never wanted to be the type of person who wasted that. “What are you doing?”

[Y/N] turned around and smiled as she saw Loki enter the room. Her beautiful trickster. She had been in love with Loki for as long as she could remember but thought him out of reach for a long time. He was brilliant, powerful, a prince, and she was…well…herself. Though she thought that a detriment, Loki seemed to find that a joy and returned her feelings. The two courted for some time and finally convinced Odin to let them marry. She suspected Frigga had something to do with that.

“Looking at the sunset.” She told Loki as she returned to her viewing. Knowing that he would come up behind her any moment. “It’s truly remarkable today.”

Loki hummed near your ear. As she suspected coming in close while her back was turned. “Remarkable? How can you tell? You cannot even see all of it from this place.”

The trickster’s arms wrapped around [Y/N] and there was a shift in the air. Suddenly, you were no longer in your little enclave looking at the setting sun, but high in the air. The roof top of the palace, she realized, far about Asgard as it stretched out before them. “Oh wow…..”

“This is my favorite spot.” Loki said. Taking [Y/N]’s hand and leading her most gallantly to a small railing. “Thor is intended to rule all of this some day soon, but he won’t have this.”

[Y/N] offered Loki a soft smile. She knew that Loki dreaded the day his brother would become King. Although she couldn’t be sure why. Was it because they would be separated finally? That it would be proven in its totality that Thor was the favorite and most beloved by the people? That Loki would just be his shadow for all time? Who was to say. What [Y/N] did know was that no matter what happened, she would stay by Loki’s side. “Thank you, for showing me this. It is truly beautiful.”

“It certainly is.”

The tone in Loki’s voice caused [Y/N] to turn, and she realized he was looking at her. Talking about her. She blushed and began to turn away again in embarrassment. But Loki caught her chin in his fingers and pulled her close. Kissing her softly as the sun finally dipped past Asgard and painted the sky in indigo hues. “BROTHER!”

The couple broke apart as they heard the loud boom. Only moments later followed by Thor landing, with equally thunderous force, near them. “There you are. I have been looking everywhere for you. Sif and Volstagg wished to train, and we wanted you to join us.”

“Sif and Volstagg?” Loki repeated cynically. Causing Thor to sheepishly shrug.

“Well…I wanted you to join.” Thor corrected. “Oh, hello [Y/N].”

“Hello Thor,” [Y/N] greeted, now that the singled minded brother had realized she was there. “Go on. Go ‘play’ with the others. I won’t keep you.”

“No! You should come!” Thor insisted. Never wanting anyone to be left out. “You are no fighter, but it is always good to have an honest party keep score. Someone,” he playfully punched his brother in the arm, “likes to cheat.”

[Y/N] chuckled at their antics and agreed to join if Loki was going. “I will go for one match.” He insisted. “I have better things to do then get trampled by brutes all evening.”

“Splendid!”

Thor left and the couple followed a few paces after him. “Looks like he found your spot.” [Y/N] whispered to Loki.

“Hmmm….yes. But he won’t have it for long….”

The shift in Loki’s tone made [Y/N]’s thoughts sputter a bit. Something about it seemed…off. It wasn’t the usual annoyance a brother had for his sibling, but something….darker. She couldn’t be sure, and considered it was just a passing thought.

Funny, how when the little things are bad, we forget them. Ignoring the dark in favor of sunsets, or the storms to come.

[spread4marvel]

Little Mouse

so this was a requestttt (THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST ILY SM) and this is a Loki x Maid reader againnn and basically Loki play a little cat and mouse game with the reader☺️

As you saw him from across the room and locked eyes, you knew you were obsessed. Unfortunately, you didn’t know how to pursue him from your position. Luckily for you, he could read you easily, more so than you thought.

TW: SMUTTTT, dirty thoughts, thigh riding, praise kink, hand necklaces😓, slightly insecure reader… I think that’s it’s I hope u enjoyed😽

From the first time you saw him, you were hooked.

Across the room, you stood with the other maids. With pride and your chin up as the other maids gossiped and gawked at men they knew they could never obtain together. You scoffed to yourself, how ignorant. You never understood why they would conspire fake delusions over palace men… until you saw him.

Your eyes locked onto Loki sitting at the Royal table. You couldn’t pull yourself away from him, the rest of the world fading as you admired from afar. Norns… he’s absolutely ravishing… You thought to yourself as he chuckled at his brothers foolishness. You got lost in a train of thought as you bore into him. Gods he must be heavenly. You continued to think, suddenly Loki’s eyes shot to yours. The two of your stares connecting as a smirk spread across his face deliciously. Unbeknownst to you, he could practically hear your thoughts from across the room screaming at him.

You blushed as he smirked at you, immediately darting your gaze to the ground. Your flushed face making him chuckle darkly to himself as he hummed. Fuck… Did he see me? You thought to yourself, he tried to ignore your thoughts but you intrigued him oh so dearly that he continued to bore at you. Finding himself captivated by your beauty, he immediately recognized you as his mother’s personal maid. He tucked that information back in his mind but he didn’t return to the conversation…

You finally looked back to see his piercing gaze still well onto your skin, he smirked as you didn’t look away. Curling his fingers in a beckoning motion, persuading you to come to the table. You’re sure this is more of a command than a wish. You find your feet moving before you can stop them as you make your way over to where he was sitting at the table. The conversation luckily didn’t stop as you arrived, almost as if you and Loki were invisible. “Yes your highness?” You inquired, your voice slightly faltering due to your racing heart beat.

He gave you his normal cheshire cat smile before asking you a question. “How come i’ve never seen you around here, little mouse?” He asks, you furrow your brow slightly. His voice is deep and velvety. You could practically drowned in it. “U-uhh well i’m usually tending to Frigga during my days, I’ve never attended this type of a public event before.” You responded, slightly stammering before composing yourself to answer. He hums and silence falls over the two of you before he hits you with a low and sultry command.

“You wouldn’t mind feeding me those grapes would you, Darling?” He asked with a low purr trickling off his voice, you felt a wave of arousal wash over you by how he spoke and the degree of his voice in that moment alone. Gods even his voice can make me wet, I need him to talk me through it. You thought, dirty fantasies running through your mind as you nodded and picked up the grapes that nobody else seemed to be eating.

“P-please just tap me when you want one, i’ll stand here for now.” You said, feeding him the first grape. He kept the process slow. He would tap you and then slowly tilt his head upwards, but never as high as you needed. Every single time he would give you no choice but to tilt his head up, which made your heart flutter every single time. Then you would pick the perfect grape off the stem you held and drop it into his mouth, in which every time he would give you a playful wink. And after every grape he would make a low hum, and then thank you.

Every. Single. Time.

Eventually the night had came to its end, and your flushed face was evident, the pool between your thighs starting to become unbearable, and it seems Frigga has noticed you taking a liking to Loki. As you were helping the other maids clean off the table and Loki was long gone. Frigga came up to you. “My dear, I believe these lovely ladies have the job covered. Go wash up, i’ll see you prompt and prim tomorrow.”

You nodded, thanking her silently as you slipped away in the silent corridors. The ache between your thighs had yet to vanish and it made itself well known. Steadily you made your way to your maidens chambers.

Carefully you peeled the articles of your uniform, running the warm bath water as you did so. You eased into the water, humming as the warmth hit your messy inner thighs. “Mm.. Loki…” You mumbled to yourself, eyes closed in anticipated pleasure as your fingers trail to your pussy. Slowly, you insert a finger. Swirling it in your wet cunt. You decided it’s not enough, adding another and repeating the action.

“N-norns… Loki!” You cry, as if he would barge into your chambers and take you right there. A couple more swirls and you’re close. You pump your fingers in and out of yourself imagining he was taking you. Filthy girl. You flinch, eyes darting open at that echoing voice in your mind. It sounded like Loki. You take a deep breath, climbing out the bathtub. Deciding to ignore the dull ache that still lingers and prepare yourself for bed.

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A few days had past since you and Lokis encounter at the ball and as if your pride had been chunked out the window with the lewd thoughts running through your mind, he had you in a chock hold badly. Later that day, you had been called into Friggas chambers for she wanted a ‘word’ with you. You were practically scared to death as you entered, your heart trembling in anticipation and fear.

As you entered you immediately caught a wiff of him. Pine and spearmint infiltrated your nostrils as you entered. A pleasant surprise on your part as you noticed Loki deliciously manspread sitting down whilst Frigga stood somewhat beside him looking at you. Your eyes scanned over his body with a subtle quickness, his bulge catching your eye. Dirty thoughts seemed to run through you immediately as he shot you a knowing look.

Norns he looks so good like that, spread like that. Gods I can already feel myself getting wet, he knows just what he’s doing i’m sure. As your brain had a field day, a deep chuckle rumbled from Lokis chest. Pulling you away from your fantasies back to reality as Frigga shot him a look before clearing her throat. “Dearest (Y/N), a personal request has been brought to my attention. Therefore, I will be transferring your services to Prince Loki.”

At first a chord played on your heart, Frigga had always been a kind superior and an overall accepting person plus you had worked for her for decades so naturally you were a little disappointed. But when your gaze flicked over to his piercing bluish-greenish eyes all your doubt seem to evaporate. You nodded and bowed your head to her. “I understand your highness, it was a pleasure working under you. You still have my services I assure you.”

You promised, she threw you a gentle smile before Loki stood, signaling the ending of this little arrangement. “I can assure you that you’ll have a wonderful time with me, darling.” Loki purred to you, your face flushed once more. It’s impossible not to. You thought to yourself. It was almost too easy for him. He offered you his arm and you took it with ease as he walked you to his personal chambers.

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You had been serving Loki for a few weeks now and he was always sure to never overwork you. Your commands were either really important or a way to tease you, unfortunately you could never reach an in between. You had been out most of the day tending to important tasks all over the palace for the upcoming party celebrating Thors return, naturally Loki had to attend a meeting due to his Brothers success but he was back in his chambers much before you.

As you entered, it was late in the evening. Not terribly but the sun had began its setting. You opened the door to his chambers and was met with the pleasant sight of Loki, manspread like how he was moons ago, reading a book in his Asgardian armor suit. He knew how much you loved him in that armor. It drove you crazy every time you saw it. The way it hung on to his skin, you practically envied it for that reason.

Curse that wicked leather. He looks ethereal like this. He looks perfect, like always. Norns he’s so ravishing. I need that silver tongue deep inside me. I need his thigh pressed against me. You thought as you closed the door behind you, he finally looked up from his book and you can tell the meeting hadn’t gone too well for him. “Evening darling, can you come here for a second?” He asked, carefully closing his book and placing it in the ground next to the chair that he was spread in.

“Yes my prince?” You responded as you stood in front of him, those bedroom eyes glaring at you, swallowing you whole. You couldn’t even bare words to how he looked right now, in this very second. Looking up at you while he sat like that. “I’m growing sick of this little game we play darling, haven’t you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Prince Loki.”

“Liar.”

His tone dropped and rumbled at the simple word, like a growl. You shifted as you stood before him, pressing your thighs together as subtle as possible while trying to relieve the ache that had deepened itself between your thighs. Of course Loki caught the simple action.

“Oh you enjoy that…”

He noticed, his voice in the same tone, the same tone that could bring you to your knees. Fuck. Suddenly his hands reached from behind you and brought you onto his thigh. The same thick thigh that you had fantasized about earlier. “L-Loki!” You moaned out as his thigh was pressed into your soaking panties, it took everything in you not to start riding the meat of his leg right then.

“Oh darling what’s wrong? I thought you needed my thigh pressed against you? I thought I looked so good spread like this? You thought so yourself, my dear.” Your eyes widened as he recited your thoughts, your heart pace racing and breath quickening but mainly not even in fear more so in the arousal that seemed to be paining you at the moment.

No no that’s impossible, he c-can’t know… Your mind ran with thoughts until you felt Loki rock his thigh and bring you back to reality with a whimper and deep moan from yourself. “G-gods…” you mumbled. Unable to truly think of anything else besides how good it felt on your clothed cunt. “Oh yes little mouse, it’s very possible.” He hummed, his signature sly smirk playing off his lips.

“Answer me this pet, did you touch yourself after our first encounter in that ballroom?” He asked, you shot up to meet his gaze. The connection of his armor on your pussy intoxicating. Gods yes. You thought, the lump in your throat forbidding you from responding. His gaze deepened and he rocked his thigh once more, pulling another wanton moan from you.

“Say it.” He demanded of you, you whimpered once more without a response and suddenly with a snap your panties were gone and another rock came from his thigh. The moan even louder than before now at the raw connection.

“Say it!” You ignored his demand once more. “I-I’m close…!” You responded instead, he huffed and growled. With a quickness he moved from the chair, pulling you with him and off of his thigh as he pressed you against the wall. His hand wrapped around your throat just how you imagined many times but not actually choking you just applying slight pressure as he demanded you one last time.

“Say it.”

“Y-Yes!” You shouted, not terribly loud of course but either way Loki had put a silencing charm long before this encounter. His once dark eyes and unpleased scowl turning into a smirk. “Keep going, pet. Tell me how much you want it, tell me all of those dirty thoughts from your innocent lips. I wish to hear how I take you every single time you have thought about it.”

You whimpered from his words, realizing this is just like the latest fantasy you had thought out the other night, but you figured that was the point. A long silence falls over the two of you as you try to gain the confidence to confess your thoughts. You take a deep breath before telling him. “W-well sometimes it’s with your thighs…” You start, he nods along, gripping your neck slight harder.

“Go on.” He encourages, more of a command but you nod and continue. “O-others with just your voice. S-some you watch me touch myself a-and talk me through it…” You trail off, he groans as your desires seem to spill from your lips. You realized his hardness is pressed into you, causing a slight whimper to pull from your lips. “Keep going, pet.” He demands, he’s breathless, breathing heavily as you don’t waste anytime to continue.

“L-lots of times it’s with your tongue… many with your glorious cock… O-once or twice happen in public… one more secretive, one where y-you take me in front of everybody…” You say, your face flushed as you do embarrassed and aroused at the situation. He released a deep hum at your last word. “Oh I do remember that one…” He adds on while snaking his thigh back between your legs, making another wave of arousal wash over you as your reminded of the ache growing between your thighs. You moan out at the rebuilt connection.

“A-and once in the royal baths… F-finally m-many different times on your throne…” You finish, he groans once more, rocking his thigh and pressing deeper into you causing you to cry out. “L-Loki!!” You moan, he growls in response. Addicted to the way your voice hits him like a melody. Deciding he wants to hear more of your pretty sounds he began to rock you back and forth on his thigh. Finally releasing your neck.

Your arousal coated his Asgardian armor as you slid up and down on his thick leg. Moaning and whimpering as you took his initiative and rode his thigh. You’re achingly close, Loki can feel it. “You’re going to cum on my thigh, little mouse, and then i’m going to draw those pretty noises from you for as long as I see fit.” He declared his voice dripping with lustful need, and as if you follow suit, you’re instantly cumming.

You make a mess of his armor as you come down from your high. Panting and breathing heavily. He picks you up and easily carries you back over to the chair from earlier, the simple action of that making your cunt jump with anticipation. Slowly, you watch him fall to his knees in front of you. A god, a prince, on his knees for you. He hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, exposing your arousal to him.

“You look so gorgeous like this my dear, I’m going to make you crave my tongue. I assure you.” He promises, you let out a whine as his breath ghosted over your needy cunt. “P-please loki…” You beg, he hums and slightly brushes his nose against your arousal. “Oh you’re so wet for me darling, is this all for me little mouse?” He asked while licking a stripe up your pussy, forbidding you to answer as you cried out. Your hands dart to his ravenous locks. Gods yes… you thought, unable to truly respond. He hummed in return.

“Sprawled for me like this, you are absolutely heaven-sent, my dear. The perfect meal I intend to feast on…” He trailed off, his breath ghosting over your cunt once more. He observed your reactions to his words, watching how you threw back your head and whimpered or moaned to his words. He smirked as you did just that, moaning as you gripped his hair harder. He watched your pussy drip for him. You were getting sick of the teasing. “Oh you like that pet? You like to hear me tell you how pretty you look like this? Your body is practically begging me to make you cum. I’m sure you’ll do the same sooner than later.” He purred out, his voice dropping to that tone that you adore so much. You whine again.

“P-please Loki I need you.” You beg, he smirks and he returns his attention back to your aching cunt. “Very well, my dear.” He licks one more stripe up your pussy and you cry out again as he does. Your fingers grip his raven-like locks harder which seemed to challenge him as he began to suck on your cunt. There was no getting around the fact that Loki knew how to put his tongue to work. Your orgasm springs faster than you realize as in a matter of seconds you cum all over his mouth. Eagerly he licks up all of your discharge. Once he has he lifts his head from your thighs with a teasing grin.

You try to scoff but unfortunately find yourself too breathless to accomplish it. His shit eating grin making you roll your eyes. “D-don’t even…” You warn, he smirks but doesn’t respond. Returning to his duties as he buries his face back into your cunt.

Six. He makes you cum six more times after that.

Each orgasm more breathtaking than the last. Your brain is practically dumb-fucked when he lifts his face after the seventh orgasm. He’s panting and his hair is disheveled, your own cum smeared around his lips. “Look at me pet…” He mumbles breathlessly, you look at him to finally see his face. It’s as if your previous orgasm hadn’t happened by the way your pussy grows wet again. He looks absolutely ethereal You thought, he took another breath. “I want you to watch as I bring you to ecstasy this time, little mouse.” He stated, you nodded aimlessly, your breathing shallow and unable to properly respond.

He began his final attack on your cunt. Much like the first orgasm, he started with one longing stripe. This time, he added his fingers. With every draw of his tongue he would pump two thick slender fingers into you. The rhythmic pace making you see stars, you kept your eyes on him even as you moaned and whimpered, unable to pull yourself away. With another pump of his fingers you orgasmed. Coating his fingers and tongue with your juices. He lifted his head for the last time, licking his lips deliciously.

When you finally come down from your high, your mind runs with insecure thoughts. Overthinking seemed to swallow you whole. It’s over now… am I going to get transferred? What if I get sent to the chambers… Does he even like me or is it all a game? I didn’t even do anything for him that whole time… Loki frowns at your thoughts, snaking his way up your body to cup your cheek in his hands. “Hey, hey, it’s not like that… I assure you, calm down my dear please. Look at me.” He demands, you make eye contact with him. His brows are slightly furrowed and he’s looking into you longingly.

“My dear, do you know how good it felt to even touch you like that? Do you know how long i’ve waited to make you feel that good?” He asked you, you furrowed your brows slightly, not believing him fully. “Tell me.” You demanded, he smirked slightly, determined to voice how much you meant. “Darling I would move mountains and part seas to feel you come undone on my tongue. I would build worlds to tear them down and walk through the destruction just to hear those little noises you make one last time. I would bring kingdoms to your feet just to feel you next to me when I wake up in the mornings. I promise you, I will make us work.”

He said, you nodded along finally believing the words he spoke has he tilted your head upwards and captured you in a chaste kiss. You whimpered into it slightly as his tongue dominated yours. Finally he pulled away just to whisper in your ear.

“But i’m still not done with you, little mouse.”

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Sorry if this isn’t exactly the request you were imagining but I hope you enjoyed it and send me more! Sorry it took so long I have a lot of things goin on rn😭😭💗

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[asgardiangirll]

Can I get a Loki from Ragnarok?

Absolutely!

Ragnarok Loki is my favorite<3

[montic0]

hi first time requesting something, but maybe you can draw Loki Laufeyson (if you haven’t already)

bonus doodles from 2 years ago:

[super-marvel-dc]

*Loki, Y/N and Hela watching Odin disappear into the wind*

Y/N: *Starts coughing*

Loki: *Concerned* are you all right?

Hela: Are you crying? It's o-

Y/N: I think I was standing in the way of your father and I accidentally snorted some of him.

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a heart like yours outtake: at her side

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Placement: Years before the events of the main story

Summary: You return from a mission in Peru having been stung by a plant that causes uncontrollable itching, and Banner's antidote has a rather feverish side effect.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning/s: steamy moments alluding to a blue-skinned red-eyed mango ride at the end, but other than that…nothing. this is mostly fluff [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love

If anyone dared question him why he'd chosen to situate himself close to the landing bay on this particular day and implied that it was done so that he could be one of the first to see to your return after a month-long mission with his brother in Peru, Loki would have denied it until the air depleted from his lungs. Lived up to his title of 'god of lies'.

The last thing he wanted was for you to find out that he'd been harboring any form of affection for you, and risked tearing asunder what ever semblance of a friendship you two had established in the months leading up to you leaving for your mission. There was no reason for you to know that he'd spent the last month within the mission control room, practically bounding into action whenever your voice filled the room, asking for an assist.

Or the relief that ran through his entire body when you finally sent in the update that you were en route back to the Tower.

He couldn't even bring himself to pretend to read the book he held in his hand while awaiting the arrival of your aircraft, failing to remember to acknowledge the mumbled greetings from passing SHIELD agents. All he could do was stare intently at the helipad, as if concentrating harder would somehow materialize the aircraft on the spot, and you would finally be back.

However, the god's eagerness quickly dissipated into concern once you finally did arrive, and you were curled up in fetal position in Thor's arms as he carried you into the Tower. "She fell ill," his brother explained, quite lamely, once he stepped through the doors.

"What did you do?"

"I assure you, Brother, I did nothing," he answered. "We stepped into the jet, and Lady Y/N mentioned something about being scratched by a plant and started shouting at me to have her strapped down before she scratched all her skin off."

The two Asgardians made their way to the infirmary, the older of them shouting for Dr. Banner to join them so they could find a cure.

"You're overreacting, Thunder," you muttered, holding on to both sides of the narrow stretcher, your entire mortal form tense as you fought against the itch, an alarming rash blooming all over your arms and neck. And those were only the areas visible to those in the room with you.

It took Banner quite a few moments to put together a serum that would counteract the effects of the plant that you explained was called "stinging nettle".

"Alright, this should get rid of the rashes, but I have to warn you, there is a possibility that you contract one hell of a fever after. Your body's literally fighting off poison, Y/L/N," he informed you, fighting back a chuckle when you all too enthusiastically nodded, presenting your forearm and answering him with a whispered impatient 'gimme it'. He injected the serum directly into a vein, and you had a few good moments of sheer relief, a smile playing at the sides of your mouth as the itching subsided.

But then you began to writhe again, groaning in clear discomfort as you began burning up. "Yup, there it is," you hissed. A sheen of alarming crimson bloomed across your skin, sweat starting to break out on your forehead. You made a motion to stand, pushing Loki to spring into action, ready to hold you upright if you stumbled. "This isn't my first rodeo, guys, it's fine. Plenty of fluids, bed rest, should be over in a few days. Right?"

You took a step before letting out a sharp cry of pain, clutching your head and instinctively leaning on the god to keep yourself steady. "Alright, little mortal, up you go," he said, scooping you up into his arms in an effortless, fluid motion. "No more walking until you're better."

He carried you to your apartment, gently laying you on your bed before going to wet a towel, using his Jotun powers to put it at a near freezing temperature before placing it on your forehead. You let out an exhale of pure relief from the contact, murmuring a faint 'thank you'.

"Rest, darling," he said softly, fighting back the urge to press a kiss to your forehead. You weren't his; that wasn't his place. "I shall bring you something to eat."

You were much too tired to protest, offering him merely a little nod before your breathing evened out. Once he made his way to the kitchen area, he found Romanoff there with her phone in hand, a rather inquisitive look on her face as she stared down the god.

"Banner told me Y/N's got a fever," she said, tapping away at her device. "Her comfort food of choice is fried crescent dumplings from the Chinese place down the block, and they should be arriving right about--"

"Agent Romanoff, you have a delivery at the main lobby," FRIDAY announced through the floor's PA system, making the Russian agent smile as if it was right on cue. "Shall I have it sent up?"

"Now," she told the god. "Thanks, FRIDAY. Laufeyson's gonna receive it." Before he could say anything, she posed a question for him. "Why don't you just use your magic to get rid of the fever?"

The question, simple as it was, had Loki internally stumbling to find the words. There was no logical answer for why he had chosen this course of action, especially when there was a much more expedient alternative at the tips of his fingers. He selfishly chose this to spend more time with you. Because of his affections toward you.

"There is already an excess of foreign bodies in her system, Romanoff," he said slowly. "I do not wish to add to that physical stress on her."

She merely nodded, making her way out of the kitchen, presumably to her own apartment. When she was about to pass him, however, she imparted some words that nearly stopped Loki's heart in his chest. "It's not a crime to like someone, you know. And it doesn't make you any less of a man or god, whatever you wanna call yourself, if you admit it. One more thing, ginger tea with a dash of cayenne pepper powder. She hates the stuff but it should help."

He prepared a tray to hold your food and a pot of the tea that Agent Romanoff suggested, a small smile tugging at his mouth when he saw how your nose curled up when you smelled the hot beverage. "Dammit, Nat even told you about the pepper?" There was an almost endearing whining tone in your voice, your bottom lip jutting out in a little pout; the god nearly let out a chuckle when you took a sip and your whole face scrunched up from the taste.

"I know it's rather ghastly, darling. But it will help you," he said softly, placing the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're feverish again," he grumbled, making the split second decision to shift into his Jotun form, his now much colder skin helping to cool the air around you. "Is this alright? I can change back if it's too unsettling for you--"

"It's fine, Loki," you told him, warming his heart when you gave him a tiny smile. "I actually think you look badass like that. I can tell you there's even a subset of people on the Internet that find it hot." You shut your eyes, shaking your head as if you were mentally scolding yourself. "I'm sorry I talk too much my filter goes straight out the window when I'm sick."

"You need not apologize, little mortal," he assured you. There was, however, a stray thought in the back of his mind, wondering if you were among that subset of people that found his Jotun form slightly appealing. He didn't dare voice it, though.

He sat with you in silence, relieved that he was able to help your fever become a touch more bearable and that at least you weren't perspiring as much as you were when Banner's serum first worked its way through your system. You needed some mild encouragement to get through the tea though, the god having to talk you through every other sip, some rather rude and intrusive thoughts making their presence felt in his mind.

Namely in the form of saying the phrases "That's it, little mortal" and "Just a little more, darling" to you in the very same bed, only under more pleasurable circumstances.

And the more he tried to shoo the images away, the worse they persisted.

Once you were finished, the tray disappeared off the bed in a flash of green, re-materializing on the floor by your front door. "Get some sleep, darling. When you wake you will feel substantially better, I assure you."

He conjured a book from his personal library in his hand, reading you a tale from the Vanir fables to help you fall into slumber. As your breathing began to even out, you lay a feverish hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, Loki," you said softly. Weakly. "You don't have to worry, I won't tell a soul."

"Tell them what, Y/N?"

"That you're actually a nice guy. You're all tough out there and you look like you don't give a fuck about anyone, but you actually show up for your friends. I know you have a whole image to keep, your secret's safe with me."

Before he could respond, your hand went slack, a peaceful look on your face as you fell asleep. That was when he used his magic to expedite your recovery, nearly all traces of your even having a fever chased out of your system with a wave of his hand.

He shifted back into his Aesir form before placing your covers over you, leaning down to whisper to your sleeping form, "It matters not to me who knows, little mortal. So long as you do."

A few years later…

"My love, do you remember when you fell ill after your mission in Peru with my brother?" Loki asked you, blissfully holding you in his arms as you both lay in bed, tracing his fingers along the length of your spine.

"Hmmm, a little," you told him, shuffling even closer to him and resting your chin on his bare chest. "I remember the stinging nettle, and the fever…and I remember you carrying me to my apartment." Your mouth stretched into a wide smile as you recalled that particular memory. "Precursor of things to come, I guess."

"Oh yes," he said in a low sexy grumble, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling him on the bed. "I look forward to carrying you out of the throne room after the ceremony…" He pulled you in for a kiss, softly moaning into your mouth as he weaved his fingers into your hair. "Straight to my bedchambers…"

A thrill shot through you just thinking of what lay ahead for the two of you in the coming months. Nat and Wanda were ecstatic getting to plan the lavish ceremony over in Asgard, and Loki's mother Queen Frigga, your soon-to-be mother-in-law, nearly tripped over her own feet volunteering to make your gown for the wedding.

"I remember you reading to me," you continued, brushing your nose against his. "And you brought me dumplings. And that god awful tea that Nat makes me drink whenever I get sick." He let out a chuckle at that last bit, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, embracing you just a bit tighter. "Why'd you ask?"

"That was the day I realized I'd fallen in love with you," he confessed, his fingers starting to play with a lock of your hair. "Tending to your recovery, and knowing full well that had it been anyone else I would not have exerted the same effort, it made me face the startling reality that what I had begun to feel for you was not simply…lust or a surface-level affection.

"But right as you fell asleep, the words you said to me? That told me why I had fallen so deeply and thoroughly in love with you. Because you saw me; you may be perhaps the only one in my centuries alive who ever truly did."

His words had you melting, feeling the unmistakable sensation of butterflies going crazy in your stomach, as they often did any time you were with him. But his words also brought a shocking question to mind. "Hang on…Peru was years before the Sin Healer. I wasn't even seeing anybody back then, why didn't you say anything?"

We could have had so much more time together, you thought to yourself, lamenting on the months…the years that you lost.

"Back then, I couldn't comprehend that there could be a world wherein you returned my love," he explained, already moving to wipe away the tear that began to fall from your eye. "I kept quiet so that I may remain in your life, even if it had been simply as a friend."

That settled it. You two really were idiots way back when. You took a deep breath, relieved to actually be able to tell your future husband the words. "Loki, I was already in love with you back then." A brilliant smile stretched across his face hearing your confession. "I didn't ever think you'd ever even be attracted to me, so I kept my mouth shut. I was just happy you even considered me a friend."

Loki flipped you onto your back, his gaze darkening as his smile morphed into that smirk that turned you into a squirming mess of a woman. "You've always been so much more, my darling mortal." He leaned down to press his lips to the base of your throat, chuckling against your skin when your breathing hitched from his attentions. "I remember another remark you made that day…about my Jotun form. Something about others perhaps finding it appealing?"

"Ohh…" you squeaked, your face flushed as you begun to recall those specific words. "What about it?"

"I'm just…rather curious, sweetheart." Your breathing became ragged and labored watching as his stormy blue eyes turned crimson, his skin becoming an icy blue, and patterned ridges rose all over his face and body. "Are you among those people?"

A/N: I can't tell y'all how happy I am that I got to write a request that ended up with me returning to the blorbos of 'a heart like yours'. This was my first finished series so it's always gonna hold a special place in my heart 🥹

There's at least one more outtake I have in mind for this couple, but I honestly don't know when I'll get to that…we'll see where the brain takes me

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