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darknight3904 · 1 year ago

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The Dress

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Asgard 1971 A.D. (Thor 26, Loki 26, Astri 24)

"I think she'll wear green, brother," Thor said

"Why does it matter what she wears?" Loki asked dismissively

Thor smiled knowingly at his younger brother who was sipping at his wine pretending not to hide his face in his beverage.

"Oh, it does not. Not to me at least. The last time she wore green I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head." Thor teased

Thor's words continued to bounce around in Loki's head all day and into the night. He hadn't seen much of Astri today since she was sparring with Sif and then practicing some new magic technique with his mother. They hadn't had lessons together in years after she and Loki got in a fight which ended in Frigga's favorite vase breaking and Loki's ego feeling rather bruised when Astri refused to talk to him for a week. He hadn't meant to antagonize her but his jealousy got the better of him and after she had been able to successfully multiply herself faster than him he had let out a string of insults which ended after he brought up her mother and father. Astri had shot him across his mother's chambers so fast that he barely had time to blink.

"Say another word, Loki and I'll toss you from the balcony next." Astri's voice was dripping in malice as her hands were still glowing their soft blue hue her magic put out.

"I'd like to see you try," Loki had quickly quipped back righting himself while Frigga demanded they cease their actions at once

Astri's hands had glowed once more and this time he went to the other side of the room and into his mother's favorite vase, a gift from his father when they married.

Loki tossed and turned now in his bed, wishing he had been at whatever lesson his mother had been teaching today. No, it wasn't because he wanted to be better at whatever was being taught. He liked seeing Astri's face light up whenever she got something right. He had seen it often when they were children when learning about the history of Asgard in their shared classes.

A quiet knock sounded, interrupting his nightly brooding. Loki removed himself from the pile of blankets and pillows he slept with nightly and pulled the door open to reveal Astri and a tall stack of books.

"I missed seeing you today so I figured I'd come to you." She explained entering his room without even asking and tossing the books onto his already overflowing desk.

"It's very late, Astri." Loki sighed trying to pretend that he was tired and not at all happy to see her.

"So? We used to sneak into Thor's room and then hang him from the ceiling by his toes around this time when we were younger." She pointed out before selecting a book and jumping onto his bed

"Yes, we did. But..." Loki trailed off eyeing her legs that were exposed by her night dress moving up as she got comfortable among his many pillows

"Why do you have so many pillows? It's kind of impractical." She said utterly missing his wandering eyes

Loki felt a lump rise in his throat as she tossed a pillow towards him to get his attention as if he wasn't always watching whenever she entered the room.

"Are you gonna put on a shirt and come over here or keep standing there?" She asked

Right. Clothes. He fumbled for the shirt he had discarded on the floor before climbing into bed hours earlier. He tried to calm his nerves before sliding under the covers next to her. One of his many pillows was squished behind her acting as back support while she began to explain the plot of whatever book she had chosen for their evening. Loki watched as her long hair moved while she gestured to the hand-drawn pictures of a large mountain on the first page. Her hair had always been mesmerizing for him. Even as a child, he had been interested in it, pulling at it for fun and just to get her attention. The result had been Astri cutting her hair up so it was chin length so she could avoid Loki's mean hands. Now, it was long again, streaming over her shoulders and down past her chest. God don't look at her chest!

"Are you even listening to me?" She asked suddenly, reaching out to flick his forehead.

"Of course." He lied, moving her hand away from him.

"Then what just happened in this book?" She asked

Loki smiled before gently taking the book from her hands and setting it aside.

"Does it matter? Why don't you show me what my mother taught you today?" He asked, leaning towards her

"Are you going to get angry if you can't do it yourself?" She asked

"No, of course not. That time I wasn't angry at you...I was upset with myself." He admitted

"I know..." She softly said reaching for his hand with her smaller ones

"So what did you learn today?" He asked letting her play with his fingers

"Well I didn't succeed but Frigga was trying to teach me how to take over others' bodies." She responded a little sadly

"Ah, enchantment. I've read about it." He nodded

"Can you do it?" She asked

"No. Not yet." He said, "I've tried on Thor in the past."

Astri nodded and looked back down at his hand in hers.

"What are you wearing at tomorrow's festival?" He asked suddenly

"Wouldn't you like to know," Astri smirked

"I would actually," Loki replied

"Why? Scared we'll show up in matching dresses?" She laughed

"Perhaps." Loki softly said

"Guess you'll just have to wait and find out." Astri smiled

Loki woke the next morning to a stiff left arm and a slightly sore neck. The cause of the issues? Astri had fallen asleep next to him last night. She had convinced him to read to her and then proceeded to fall asleep almost immediately despite insisting she was not tired. He tried to slowly move her head off his arm and to the pillow next to her but instead was met with an ugly groan as she awoke.

"What're you doing I thought it was your turn to read." She groggily said

"Yes, it was my turn but you fell asleep mere moments after I began." He said standing up from the bed

"Impossible, I wasn't even tired." She yawned before glancing out the glass doors that led to the balcony, "Damn it."

"It's alright, no one's perfect." He assured, "Except perhaps me."

A large pillow came flying in his general direction before smacking the wall to his right.

"Awful throw." Loki commended

This time, another one came flying and it hit him in the stomach with a surprisingly strong force.

"I win." Astri declared before slumping back into the bed and pulling the covers around her.

"You can't go back to bed, Astri," Loki said

"Sure I can. Watch me." She responded, her voice muffled by the pillow under her

"Today marks the beginning of the festivities for the Winter Solstice." Loki reminded

Another loud groan came from the cocoon of blankets that was his friend before she unceremoniously removed herself from the bed.

"I'll see you later I guess." She said walking towards the door "I hope your dress is as nice as mine."

"It'll be far better," Loki said seriously

Astri just shook her head and laughed as Loki shut the door behind her.

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"It appears I was wrong, brother," Thor said amid sips of his drink

Of course, he had been wrong, Thor was always wrong. Astri wasn't in green but rather a light blue and silver one, and somehow this one was even more breathtaking than her green one. Loki watched her greet Sif and the other noble women who stood around in small groups while they chattered about unknown topics. Loki felt his legs moving without even a thought towards her as they finally made eye contact.

"Loki, where is your matching dress?" Astri teased

"I must have left it behind in my room." He breathed "You look...good." Damn. Why did he stop at just good?

"Thank you. Frigga has a good eye. Astri smiled

Loki glanced around the room, searching for his mother.

"Looking for me?" Her voice suddenly said from behind him

"Mother." He greeted

"Astri, come we want to show you something." A noble lady had looped her arm with Astri's and pulled her away from Loki.

"Do you like her dress? I helped pick it." Frigga smiled

"Of course I like it," Loki admitted

"Good. Then you should have no problem dancing with her." Frigga said before gently pushing her son towards where her ward had walked "Don't forget to complement her hair!"

Normally, the heat at festivals never affected Loki. But, as he approached Astri again he swore he felt himself break out in a sweat. The instruments of the entertainers his father had summoned to the palace seemed twenty times louder as he held his hand out to Astri.

"Lady Astri." He finally found his voice, " May I have the honor of a dance?"

Thor's eyes scanned the room, he was looking for his brother who had left his side the moment their childhood friend had entered the room. What surprised him though was that Loki wasn't just speaking to Astri as he normally did but instead leading her to the dance floor among other couples. He couldn't help but smile as he watched his younger brother smoothly lead the clumsy Astri in a traditional dance they had learned when they were younger.

Astri felt as if a thousand eyes were on her as Loki led the dance. As they spun, she could see Frigga's smiling face among so many other noble Asgardians.

"You're rather stiff." Loki pointed out

"It feels like everyone is watching us." She said, her voice barely above a whisper

"That is because they are." Loki smiled down at her, "They're all watching you."

Astri felt her face redden as Loki's drew closer to hers. She tried to focus on anything but his words and his bright blue eyes that stared into hers.

"You know, I love the way you look in green." Loki said "But this..."

She felt his hand gently squeeze at her waist.

"You're stunning in blue, Astri."

Astri swore it was out of embarrassment that she hid her face in his shoulder while his frame lightly shook from laughter. When she unburied her face, he was still looking at her with that intense gaze of his.

"Don't let it go to your head." He joked

Instead of quipping back she just nodded and pressed herself closer to him, wishing for the moment to never end.

I drabbled in Loki's POV a little more for this part. Also, the Attack on Titan finale still has me on the floor. Like, I knew what would happen in the end but seeing it all animated in front of me is a whole different thing. I listened to Lover by Taylor Swift while writing the dancing scene so if you want to set the tone, there you go. Also, starting in the next chapter I will be beginning to follow the plot of the first Thor movie. This means that the plot will be more cohesive and that updates might take longer since I won't just be writing from my imagination but instead sticking to what the MCU says is canon. Hope you are enjoying the story so far!

Astri's Dress

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akatsukinolola · 1 year ago

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𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧┊𝗧. 𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. Thor Odinson x f!reader g. smut + fluff + little bit of angst

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [oral (f + m receiving), male masturbation, cum eating], Thor being mean(?), manhandling, use of feminine pet names— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 2.2k

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

The library in the Avengers compound was your safe place. It was big enough to hide in your favorite cozy corner with a good book.

You were curled up on the plush loveseat with a book and a warm drink. You could feel the cool air from outside through the window beside you. Looking out, you were met with the sight of rain pelleting the ground. Lightning cracked through the sky in fanciful patterns as thunder clapped throughout the dark clouds that packed the once blue sky.

The weather turned nasty about the same time Thor closed himself off from everyone; the god not interacting with anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. Not even you, his wife of almost four years, could pull him out of his funk. He would send you away each time, his tone growing more irritable as the days passed. A simple question regarding his well-being ended with him barking out an annoyed response that more often than not, hurt like hell.

Finishing off your drink, you made the trip across the compound to put away your mug. As you walk through the threshold of the kitchen, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Loki. With him being away for a month you hadn’t been able to ask the one person who possibly knew what was wrong with your husband.

You sat the mug on the counter, “brother dearest, it’s so good to see you!” you gave him a hug. Loki was complex and despite his past transgressions, he was an excellent friend. He hugged you back, welcoming your affection. You were always an interesting one in his eyes. Even when he was trying to take over earth, you tried to reason with him and understand him rather than talk down to him like the others did. Pulling back, your hand rested on his shoulders. You squared your own and looked at him seriously. “There’s a crisis.”

Loki raised an eyebrow and bit back a laugh, failing to hide his smile, “your definition of a crisis is interesting to say the least,” you rolled your eyes. Sure you could be a bit dramatic, but only because no one moved with any urgency unless the fate of the universe was hanging in the balance. “What is the matter?”

“There’s something wrong with Thor. He hasn’t left our room all week and he’s having these shitty mood swings that make me want to swing on him,” you grimaced thinking back to the attitude Thor gave you this morning for simply making sure he ate something.

Loki snickered against the back of his hand. He always knew this day would come. He’d told his brother countless times since he set his sights on you to tell you about his condition. “Dear sister, it’s his time of the year,” Loki smirked, his fit of giggles finally subsiding.

“‘Time of the year’? What does that mean?”

“Your beloved is in heat.”

“Heat? Like an animal?” you inquired. Loki simply nodded, picking up his newspaper, wanting this conversation to be over. “Since when? I’ve known him for well over seven years and I’ve never seen him like this.”

“That’s because he always goes back to Asgard to procure a special remedy to tame it, but it seems his latest mission has thrown him off schedule and now he’s in agonizing pain.”

“Agonizing pain?”

“Yes, yes. The sexual frustration will just continue to build. He’ll become aggressive, unable to contain his strength, and who knows what else,” Loki turned the page of the large stack of paper occupying his attention.

“And neither of you thought to let me know this very important piece of information?” anger evident in your voice. Of course you were upset. The love of your life was in pain and instead of coming to you about it, he hid himself away. ‘But doesn’t that say more about me than him?’ you thought to yourself.

“Sister, that is a conversation for you and my brother. Now shoo, I’m trying to read,” he waved his hand dismissing you.

You practically sprinted to your and your husband’s shared room and began knocking on his door. “Thor, love, can I come in?” you waited a few moments and didn’t hear a sound.

Turning the knob, you entered the room. Everything was the same aside from the disheveled bed and pile of clothes on the floor. You heard the shower running and went to knock, but stopped right as your knuckles were about to begin rapping.

Frustrated groans could be heard behind the wooden obstruction. ‘…now he’s in agonizing pain,’ Loki’s words rang through your head. Barging into the spacious bathroom, you’re met with quite the sight.

Through the glass shower you could see one of Thor's large hands cupping his balls, gently massaging, as the other stroked the length of his cock. Although the steam from the hot water had fogged up the glass, you could see some semblance of his red, engorged tip. His face was flushed, beads of sweat and water rolling down his body; the veins in his arms protruding more than usual as he desperately tried to get himself off. Another frustrated groan left the god right before the thunder outside roared so loud it reverberated through the entire building.

Looking up, Thor met your wide eyes and lax jaw. He zeroed in on your lovely frame, sweeping over your body from your ankles all the way back to your eyes.

The last week had been hell. The constant erections, cold sweats, night terrors, and a plethora of other symptoms as a result of his demigod heat. Thor threw the glass door open, hitting the surface behind it making you cringe thinking it was going to shatter from the force.

The blonde stalked toward you like a wolf to a lamb, taking slow and calculated steps; stark naked as the day he was born. He came to a full stop right in front of you, his substantial frame glistening under the artificial lighting. Water dripped off of his body, pooling at his feet. His strong hand reached out and wrapped around your throat; not to hurt you but to establish his dominance. He forced you to look at him. The blue eyes you fell irrevocably in love with all those years ago were nowhere in sight. They were now an icy blue that engulfed the expanse of both his eyes emitting small strikes of lightning around the outer corners.

“I told you to leave me be,” he growled, teeth clenched. The hand around your throat trembled.

“I know,” you swallowed, “Loki’s back and he told me what’s going on with you. You’re hurting— why didn’t you come to me?”

The sound of your trembling voice softened Thor’s rigid exterior a bit. His hand moved to cup the side of your neck, thumb tracing your jaw. “My love, I have never calmed this storm with a human lover before. I don’t know what I would do if I hurt you in my pursuit of peace,” he confessed sincerely.

“I made a promise to you the day we got married and I fully intend on fulfilling that promise every day,” your hands cupped the sides of his face. Staring into his eyes, the piercing blue-gray gaze that enchanted you came back into view, kindling that beautiful smile he loved so much. Thor bent down and touched his sweaty forehead to yours. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath.

His hand moved to the back of your neck, bringing you into a searing kiss. The pent up aggression and sexual tension he’d been struggling to contain finally finding it’s subject. The kiss was sloppy; teeth clashing and his tongue licking every inch of your mouth. He pet your ass, a nonverbal cue to hop up. Your ankles crossed at his lower back, hands pulling him impossibly closer by the back of his head. His hands kneaded the flesh of your ass as he carried you to the bed.

He laid back, pulling you on top of him. Breathy groans left his lips as you ground your clothed cunt over his length. The stiff member prodded against your clit drawing out desperate whimpers from your lips.

You pulled up and away from Thor and he scoffed. “Problem?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he tried to pull your shirt up but you got off him completely. He sat up leaning back on his elbows. You pulled your shirt over your head, then removed your sweatpants. You took your time removing your bra, breasts freed and nipples pebbling from the cool air.

You leaned forward and rested your hands on his thighs, coming face to face with the sexually frustrated god. “How do you want me?” your breath fanned over his lips.

The blonde reached back for a pillow and pushed it toward you, “on your knees.”

You lowered yourself to the ground, kneeling on the pillow. Thor sat above you, legs spread and chest heaving. He took a moment to hold your chin and look into your eyes, “what’s your word?”

“Clover.”

“Good girl,” he cooed. His thumb swiped at your bottom lip. You wrapped your lips around the digit, licking at the calloused pad. Releasing it, you lower you head and take his tip into your mouth.

A blissful groan from your husband resonates throughout the room as you take in more of him. One of his hands finds it’s way to your hair, tugging at the curled and coiled roots. After a week of never ending misery, Thor finally began to feel some semblance of relief. But it wasn’t enough— he needed more.

Using the hand in your hair, he manhandled you from your knees and onto the bed. Your back was pressed into the mattress and your lips were attacked with heated kisses. You took his heavy cock in your hand and ran it up and down your slick slit. Lining him up with your entrance, he pushed into you.

A tingle at the base of his spine traveled up to the base of his neck when he bottomed out. The sound of your choked out moans sent him into a sort of trance.

He pulled out leaving just his fat tip in before he began to pound into you mercilessly. Every thrust choked you up, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. The knot in your belly began to wind up, tightening every time he kissed your cervix.

The erotic sounds of your sweet moans, the clap of his balls against your ass— did nothing but push him further and further toward his release. You clenched around him, as he dragged his cock along your velvety walls. Thor tucked his face into the crook of your neck as his orgasm hit him full force. He stilled above you as rope after rope of his cum spilled into you, filling you to the brim.

Warmth spread throughout your midsection as you both caught your breath. Thor’s lips met your forehead. “How do you feel?” you asked, cradling his face in your hand. You can already feel his body temperature falling back to normal and his eyes are softer.

“Better, love. Much better,” he kissed you once more. He eased out of your sensitive hole, his spend dribbling onto the sheets beneath you. Thor laid in between your legs. His lips leaving butterfly kisses on your inner thighs. His thumb found your clit as he gently circled your clit with the calloused pad. If it weren’t for his broad shoulders, your legs would’ve slammed shut. “You know I’d never leave you unsatisfied, don’t you?” he said right before pressing a lingering kiss to your puffy clit.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, writhing at the sensation. He licked a stripe up your pussy, gathering your mixed cum and dragging it through your slick petals. One of your hands found the back of his head while the other clawed at the pillow your head rested on. The demigod wound his muscular arms around your thighs bringing your cunt impossibly closer to him mouth. The satisfied grunts and groans coming from your husband reverberated through your core. That paired with the movement of his tongue, and the burn of his facial hair wound the knot in your belly tighter and tighter. Your walls clenched around his tongue and he knew you were close. Her took your swollen bud in between his teeth and tugged gently. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent you over the edge and into the depths of ecstasy.

Your thighs squeezed around his head and your fingers tightened at the roots of his hair as he licked you through your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were near tears and pushing him away. With a final kiss to your overstimulated bud, he began littering kisses on your inner thighs, your hips, up your abdomen, along your jaw, and finally pressed a languid kiss to your plush lips. Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. You brought a hand to his face and gripped his jaw.

“If you ever keep something like that from me again, I’ll kick your ass back to Asgard? Got it?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

The god smirked at you, leaning in to steal another kiss. “You have my word.”

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hrefna-the-raven · 2 years ago

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Tome of fate

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Chapter 1

Summary: This is basically an AU story about Loki, prince of Jotunheim, and the reader, princess of Asgard, meeting in the Utgardhall's library.

Warnings: fluff and Jotun Loki :)

Words: 1315

Your older brother Thor was meant to rule Asgard one day and you were chosen to maintain and forge diplomatic relations with the other realms, at least that was the hope Odin still clung to. You couldn't have been more different than your brother, although also being a formidable fighter and somewhat social if required, you rather preferred the company of a good book and the quiet of the night while sitting in the library absorbing all the stories and knowledge available. You were also known to cause a lot of mischief around the palace with your pranks but the fact that you somehow managed to talk your way out of it most of the time made the Allfather think that, some day, you'd actually use those skills for the good of the realm. Which lead you to this very moment, walking down the long halls of Utgardhall alongside Odin and king Laufey who was one of your father's most precious allies. Your feet suddenly stopped dead in their tracks in front of an open door as your eyes spotted the many bookshelves of the palace library. Your eyes sparkled at the marvelous sight of the old leather-bound tomes stacked neatly together, drawing you into the room as if possessed by a spell until you heard the Allfather call your name, followed by an amused chuckle from Laufey.

"I see your daughter treasures the written word more than the spoken one. May I propose to let her do so for now, old friend", the king's hand rested on Odin's shoulder, "she will need to hold negotiations soon enough, she should have the opportunity to enjoy Utgardhall's library today."

You paced slowly through the room, your fingertips brushing of the spines of the carefully bound and neatly stacked books. Asgard's library was clearly bigger and brighter but this one left you in awe with the sunlight shining through its large stained-glass window, bursting into an opalescent cataract of azure, emerald, gold and ivory. The image kindled a cozy feeling deep inside you as if you'd be sitting at a crackling fire enjoying its comforting warmth while a snow storm raged outside. Your eyes strayed from the window to the bookshelf on the left, stopping at the sight of a protruding and rather big book, covered in time-worn black leather. You took it off the shelf, running your fingers along the ice blue runes on the cover. You learned to read and write older runes from your tutors when you were younger but these seemed so different from the ones you studied. The shapes looked somewhat familiar until they seem to twist into something much older. You carefully opened the book, skimming through the faded pages as you tried to concentrate your gaze on the many runes and the few beautifully drawn and colourful illustrations at the beginning of each chapter.

"I wonder what this is", you mumbled absorbed in your thoughts.

"The tales of how my people and this realm came to be", a gentle male voice spoke up behind you.

Startled your hands let go of the book and it fell towards the ground, a big blue hand catching it right before it could hit the floor. You gulped uncomfortably at the sudden clumsiness as you slowly turned around. Your eyes widened at the sight of the rather good looking Jotun standing right next to you. He was obviously taller than you but due to being bent forward, his face was at the same height as yours, close enough to feel his hot breath fan over your blushing cheeks. Every part of mind screamed at you not to but you kept staring at him without a single word leaving your usually eloquent mouth. Your eyes traveled from his dark lips, over the pale ridged markings up to his ruby eyes staring straight into your soul.

"I'm rather fond of this book so I'd prefer for it to not be dropped on the ground", he chuckled, a teasing grin spreading across his lips while he straightened up.

"I apologise", there was a crack in your voice, "given my love for books I can assure you that I'm usually more careful but you startled me."

"Well, we Frost Giants are known to frighten others," a sad expression spread across his face while he tried to smile, eyes glued to the book he was still holding.

You watched him carefully, intrigued by the depth of his sadness emanating from him as he spoke and it stirred something deep inside you, a sudden urge to to show kindness and bring back that grin from earlier. You didn't know this man but meeting him in a place that some of your fellow Aesir would have mockingly described as your natural habitat, witnessing his endearing humorous way to talk about books, it connected the two of you in a way neither of you could have fathomed.

"Can you read it?", you asked, pointing at the book.

"Well what kind of Jotun would I be if I couldn't?", he snickered.

"Read it to me", you requested, stretching your arms up so one hand could reach and carefully open the book he was still holding while the other motioned to a large divan in the corner of the room, "please."

The Jotun didn't look at you, his eyes remained firmly on the first page, but just before turned around to walk to the divan, you could spot the corners of his mouth twitching into a gentle smile.

"Well how could I refuse if I'm being asked by such a beautiful lady."

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks as you sat next to him. Despite the Frost Giants being welcome in Asgard and not considered enemies, they were still a rather unusual sight in your realm, with rumours circulating amongst the noble families about how brutish and uncivilized the Giants could be and yet here you were in the heart of Jotunheim, sitting next to this particular Jotun reading you the origin story of his kind.

"There was in times of old, where Ymir dwelt, nor sand nor sea, nor gelid waves", his soft but deep voice filled the room.

"Wait", goosebumps forming on your arm as your hand moved up touching his cold blue skin.

His ruby eyes studied you curiously while you flicked your fingers, an emerald mist wisping from the tips, floating in front of you and slowly transforming into a bright faintly translucent image of the words he just read out of the book. His mouth opened slightly at the sight, he'd seen spells many times, he was even capable to cast some himself, but the entire encounter with you, leading up to this moment as you used your seidr to make it seem as the story of his kind was alive, gifting him with the opportunity to see the story come to life filled his heart with a happiness he never believed to be real. It was the random act of kindness from a stranger that filled his eyes with tears of joy.

"I'm Loki", he almost sobbed, not daring to look at you.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realisation that you were sitting next to Laufey's son, the next king of Jotunheim whom you just asked to read to you. You murmured your name in between hitched breaths, shifting nervously on the divan.

"It is a pleasure meeting you, princess", he almost whispered and his gaze finally shifted to your delicate frame next to him.

Your eyes met and while your face felt like it was burning, you could have sworn to detect a slight shade of pink on his blue cheeks before you nodded and put your concentration back on your seidr.

"Earth existed not, nor heaven above, 'twas a chaotic chasm, and grass nowhere.", he continued calmly, unable to hide a content smile.

Notes: I'm not sure if this is headed anywhere^^ I'm very hesitant if I should add more chapters, especially since I still have 2 ongoing series, 1 even about Loki, that I somehow neglect all the time xD

Chapter 2

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

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Yours Submissively ~ Experimentation

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The rest of the day was awkward for Belle. She couldn’t avoid Tony, but she kept her interaction with him short. She was fuming; he had no right, no say in her life. He wasn’t her father. At 3PM, Maria Hill called in all of the exiting interns for a glass of champagne and a toast. After, she had an exit interview with Pepper. At 355, she packed up her small personal items. “Belle?”

She looked up to see Tony standing there. “Anything else before I go Mr. Stark?”

“No, I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean that Steve isn’t a good guy just that I wanted you to be smart and safe.”

Tony was feeling the guilt more today. But Belle didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that he had known her father. Not really friends, but close. He thought back to day…

“Phil!” Pepper stood up to greet the SHIELD agent.

“Uh, his first name is Agent.”

Tony couldn’t believe the man had breached his security and tried to deflect him. Pepper had convinced him to read over the incident with the tesseract. He would be meeting with others including Captain Steven Rogers, the man who worked with his father on Project Rebirth. As Pepper made her way out with Agent Coulson, he overheard their conversations.

“I want to hear all about that cellist.”

“She moved back to Portland. Belle is pretty upset about it…”

Fast forward to Tony arriving to the helicarrier and Tony’s offer to fly him to Portland. “Just pick a day, keep love alive.”

“I can’t, have to get back to my daughter.”

“Daughter?”

“Yeah, Belle.” He showed a photo of a sweet looking girl with dark hair and blue eyes. “She’s off radar so if you…”

“Yeah, sure no problem.” Tony had arrived to the conference room…

Captain Rogers and Tony stood in the cell area, looking at the blood-stained wall where Phil Coulson had died.

“Was he married?”

“No, there was…” Tony hesitated. She’s off radar… “there was a cellist.” Tony kept his secret until he could talk to Fury.

It was a couple of days after New York. “What is going to happen to her?”

Fury looked at him. “A couple of agents picked her up when Loki became a problem and took her to New Jersey. She’s being placed there for her safety.”

“I’d like to sponsor her until she’s done with school. The least I could do for Coulson.”

“I’ll make arrangements for her to receive it as a scholarship if you’d like.”

“Thanks. Let’s just keep that between us for now. The rest of the team doesn’t have to know.”

“Tony, there is something you need to know before we move forward…”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I do have to go.” She picked up her bag.

“I’ll walk you out.” They made their way to the elevators in silence. Tony cleared his throat. “So, training in a month?”

“Yeah, this will be weird. Teaching.”

“You’ll be great. Your graduation is next Friday?”

“Yeah at 6 PM.”

They reached the bottom floor and Tony guided her out, hand on her back. Outside, Bucky was waiting next to the SUV. When he saw Belle, he opened the door and took her bag. “Afternoon Belle, Stark.”

“Hi Bucky. Thank you.” She turned to Tony and stuck out her hand. “Thank you for everything Mr. Stark.”

“The pleasure was mine Belle. Good luck… with everything.” He let go. “Barnes, take care of her.”

Bucky merely nodded and closed Belle’s door. He climbed in and started to make his way to Jersey. “So last day? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine Bucky. Just tired.”

“What was Stark’s problem? You looked really uncomfortable around him.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Belle, sweetheart, you know you can talk to me. I can be a friend in the world of supers.” Bucky gave her a look in the mirror.

“Can I sit up front with you?”

Bucky pulled over and Belle climbed up to the front. “So, talk.”

“Tony decided to comment on my life.”

“How do you mean?”

“He figured out that Steve and I are dating. Well, I told him that Steve was my boyfriend and he flipped. Said that Steve wasn’t good enough for me.”

“What the… ok Belle, listen. Tony was out of line.”

“Would Steve really hurt me?”

“Sweetheart, no. Steve would do anything to protect you. Stark is just talking out of his ass.”

“I assume you know about Steve’s… ah preferences?”

Bucky looked straight ahead. “I do.”

“As my friend,” Belle chewed her lip. “Should I be worried?”

“Belle you can always say no. Steve wouldn’t ignore you if something makes you uncomfortable. Truly, he cares about you sweetheart. I’ve never seen him like this before. I mean…” he stops. “No one else ever came close.”

“Does Tony know about his lifestyle?”

‘No,” Bucky looked at her. “I make sure no one does. Just like no one will know about you if you decide to leave. But I want you to stay. If only for the French toast.” He smirked at her and she blushed.

Making it to Jersey was quick and Bucky spoke with Lila while Belle got her stuff together. She got ready for dinner and made her way out. She stopped when she saw Bucky kissing Lila. She cleared her throat and turned around, not wanting embarrass them more. “I’m ready Bucky.”

“I’ll see you later Li?” He kissed her softly and Belle looked away.

Lila giggled and nodded. She hugged Belle. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah. Just the weekend with Steve. I’ll be back on Sunday night. Big week ahead.”

“I know Miss Valedictorian. You have speech to write.”

Belle flushed. She hadn’t mentioned to anyone else of the honor she received. “Bye Li.” She and Bucky exited the apartment.

“So…”

“Please don’t. No one knows.”

“Why? That’s a huge honor.”

“Everyone expects my family to be there for the stuff before. The luncheon and stuff. I don’t have one so what’s the point.”

“Belle, c’mon. You have us, Steve, Lila, me. We can be your family.”

Belle fell silent and just looked out the window. They made it back into Manhattan with 20 minutes to spare. Bucky drove around, trying to coax her back out. “Belle, please. Steve is going to kill me if I am sending you to him upset.”

“I’m fine Bucky. Just ready for graduation to be over.”

Bucky pulled up to the restaurant and opened her door. “Tell Steve. I promise he’ll be proud and supportive. And mention anything else you’re worried about.” He alluded to her concerns about being hurt.

“Thank you, Buck.” Belle walked into the restaurant and the maitre’d looked at her. “Miss Davis?”

“Yes.”

“Follow me.” He guided her to a private room where Steve was waiting.

“Isabella, you look beautiful.” He kissed her cheek and helped her into her chair.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“I took the liberty of having the chef give us a tasting menu. I hope that’s ok.”

“It’s fine. Best way to taste everything,” she said with a forced smile.

Steve studied her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It was a long day.”

“Don’t lie to me. Please baby, don’t.”

Belle waited as the waiter poured the selected wine for them. Once he was out of the room, she took a deep breath. “I’m nervous for this weekend. Steve, are you going to hurt me? I don’t want you to hurt me.” Her mind comes up with the images she had searched. Of her being bound and gagged while a whip would crack over the back. She hitched her breath in remembrance.

“Why would you assume that I want to hurt you?”

“I did my research.”

Steve chuckled. She was such a good girl for him. “Belle, will it hurt? A little. But only to provide you pleasure. I want you to enjoy it. The moment its not enjoyable, we stop. That’s why we decided on this weekend. To gage what you do and do not like.”

“I don’t want to be whipped. I don’t want you to mark me when you hit me.”

“Ok, that’s good. This is what I want us to do. You tell me what the limits are. Communications is the only way this will work.” He stopped at the first course was brought out.

“I did see something intriguing. It’s like a whip but soft.”

“A flogger? We can try it. It may bite but not as hard as you think.” Steve smiled at her. “I have an idea if you trust me.”

“I trust you.” She didn’t hesitate in her response.

They made it through dinner and Belle took a moment. “Steve?”

“Yes, sweet pea?”

“Sweet pea?”

“You like sweets, you’re sweet. You are my sweet pea. What did you need?”

“I have an event to go to on Wednesday and I was wondering if you would go with me.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“It’s a luncheon with the alumni association. For the valedictorian.”

“Valedictorian? Isabella are you…”

Belle lowered her eyes, a blush forming. Steve used his fingers to lift her face. “That is an honor. Congratulations. Yes, of course. I’ll clear my schedule.” He leaned and kissed her gently. “I am so proud of you sweet pea.”

She blushed and kissed him back.

They finished up and Bucky picked them up and took them back to the apartment. He dropped them off and said, “I’m headed to Lila’s. See you in the morning for breakfast.” He winked at Belle.

“Goodnight, Buck,” Steve said. He took Belle up to the apartment. They went straight to the playroom. Steve could feel Belle’s heart pounding. “Breathe princess. I promise, you tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Turn and face the bed.” She turned and Steve grasped the zipper and pulled it down slowly, running a finger down her spine. Belle’s breath hitched with the sensation. The dress dropped and pooled around her heels. “Turn back around,” he ordered. She spun again. “You are beautiful princess.” He cupped her face and kissed her. She moaned into it and Steve smiled. He lowered his hands and reached to remove her bra. He stepped back and took her in, just panties and heels.

He licked his lips and led her to the bed. He kneeled in front of her and pulled down her panties, sliding them slowly down her legs. Belle’s breath was ragged, every touch setting her aflame. “Step, princess.” She complied immediately. “Lay down on the bed.” Each order sent a wave of arousal to her core. She climbed to the center of the bed, still in her heels. The sheets were silky smooth but stark white.

“Raise your arms above your head.” Belle moved her arms. She looked to see where Steve was. He came into view with a royal blue silk rope. He took the length and wrapped her wrist gently. “Don’t pull,” he said as he tied it to the bed. He checked for the tightness. “What is your safe word?”

“Red sir.”

“And your go signal?”

“Blue sir.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs.” She hesitated. “Princess,” he warned. She moved her legs. He took additional rope and tied an ankle to each post. He took in, spread out and waiting. He could see she was wet and needy. “I don’t think I want you to see anymore.” He took off his tie and wrapped it to cover her eyes. He placed a kiss on her and leaned up to keep it going.

“My greedy girl. Patience.” Steve took off the rest of his clothes and placed a condom onto the bedside table. He went to his toy wall and took out the red flogger and an egg vibrator. He made his way back to Belle. She was squirming, needing him. He got in-between her legs and ran a finger through her folds. She mewled at the sudden touch and tried to close her legs. “So wet for me princess. Do you like being at my mercy?”

“Yes.” He slapped her clit and she cried out. “I’m sorry. Yes, sir,” she corrected.

“Good girl. My princess is a good girl,” Steve coo’d at her. He kissed her clit in comfort and then licked to taste the nectar coming from her. “You taste so good princess.” He reached up and put the vibrator on her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. She opened her mouth and felt the heavy object on her tongue. He pulled it out of her mouth and went back to her pussy. He fingered her slightly and then pushed the vibrator in. She gasped. “Its ok Belle, it’s a vibrator.”

“Steve…”

“No.”

“I’m sorry sir.” She trembled.

“I promise, you will enjoy it.” Steve reached up to kiss her. “If its too much just let me know.” He got off the bed and reached for the flogger. He set the vibrator to low, watching as Belle squirmed at the sensation. He smiled and took a stance and flicked his wrist, letting the flogger fly and slap Belle’s skin on her belly. She jumped and moaned. “Are you ok? Color?”

“Blue sir. I’m ok.”

“Did that hurt?”

“No sir.”

“Good. See, it’s in your mind,” he reassured her. “I’m going to go a little harder. Tell me to stop if it hurts, ok?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He flicked his wrist harder, allowing the flogger to strike her breasts. She pulled on the restraints and cried out. “Don’t pull princess, I don’t want you to hurt.” He tried again over her legs, and she continued to moan in response. He let go harder and harder, increasing the vibrator with each strike until she cried on the eighth strike over her abdomen.

“No, stop!” She cried.

“Ok, ok,” he dropped the flogger. He took some lotion and rubbed her belly. She moaned at his gentleness, and he increased the vibrator, causing her to scream.

“Steve, please!” She could feel herself close to the edge. He reached and pulled the vibrator out, listening her to groan and he climbed between her legs. He rolled onto the condom and thrusted inside. She screamed again, feeling her clench around him. He thrusted quickly in and out.

“C’mon princess. You know you want to.”

“Please,” she pleaded. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked hard. She wanted to have him close but her legs were still tied. She had to just take what he gave her. Steve reached up to release her hands and she brought them down on his back and gripped.

“Let go Isabella,” Steve pleaded, feeling himself reaching his peak. He thrusted harder and she detonated, pulsing and sucking him in. He pushed in and released, filling the condom, moaning her name. He slowed his pace, kissing Belle gently as he did. He pulled out slowly, not wanting to hurt her. He released the ropes and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel. She pulled her legs close, flexing them to get feeling back into them. He came back and cleaned her gently. Then he rubbed her ankles and arms.

Steve went and grabbed two robes. He placed the blue one on himself and sat Belle up. He wrapped the white robe around her and carried her to his room. He grabbed a shirt and put it on her and lifted her to bed. He wanted her close tonight, not feeling comfortable leaving her alone after her first experience in his playroom. He cleaned himself up and put on pajama bottoms. He climbed into the bed and pulled Isabella close.

He felt her settle and he smiled. And he stopped. Because he knew what he was doing was dangerous.

Because falling in love with her would put her in danger.

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mischiefmaker615 · 2 years ago

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Maid to Honor (Loki Love Story Ch.12)

Rose glanced in the corner of her eye at Loki who continued to read his book beside her on the bed. As soon as she leaned forward, his hand shot over to her chest and gently pushed her back to her original sitting position, causing yet another groan to leave her lips.

''I cant just sit here and do nothing-''

''while we enjoy our days off you will take the time to heal your wound.'' He told her without even looking up from his book.

''I'm not useless Loki, I can do things.'' She said determinedly.

''then lets have sex'' he smirked, looking over at her challengingly and her eyes backed off.

''I said things, not everything..''

''then as soon as you are able to let me fuck you comfortably you are to stay there and rest.'' He told her calmly and went back to reading his book.

''but-''

''would you like to read?''

''I'd like to do things without you hovering like a shadow.'' She told him grimly and crossed her arms.

With a sigh, Loki set down his book and turned more to look at her. ''darling you hurt yourself. Your lucky it wasn't deep enough for stitches but Banner said any possibly strenuous movement could delay the healing process. If you wish to do normal things that much sooner than I suggest you sit there and heal.''

''I'm achy Loki, my drive needs to be used. There has to be something I can do..'' she practically whined.

''fine, I will accompany you on a walk around the tower, how is that? There's always the balcony you can go on for fresh air.'' He suggested.

''why can't you stay here and continue reading?'' she said flatly and he laughed.

''because without my watchful eye, I know you're bound to try something more than you should.''

Rose sighed and gave a nod as she carefully got up. ''fine- but I'm not broken. It's feeling better than yesterday.''

''and I am glad, but don't think you're getting out of being punished when you are properly healed because you still withheld information from me.'' He told her calmly as he joined her side, talking her arm as he used himself for ready support.

''what punishment- isn't getting stabbed enough??'' she questioned as they moved down the hall at a slow pace controlled by him.

''that is learning from your mistake darling. I am merely teaching you your mistake. After all, you're still my serv-''

''assistant.''

''fine, assistant. And there is going to be quite the assisting around here.'' he smirked and Rose found it wise to advert her gaze from his lustful blue orbs that dragged over her body.

''Loki its my side, not my arm.'' Rose reminded with a hint of sarcasm as he raised a forkful of eggs to her mouth.

''any movement could delay the healing process'' he counter reminded and tried against but she leaned away and took the fork.

''I'm pretty sure he meant major movement. I can move my arm without moving the rest of me.'' She sighed and began eating where he stubbornly sat down next to her and began eating as well.

''at least your cooking is down, I'm not sure there's anything left here to teach you.'' Rose thought out loud, glancing around the house as if she would find something. ''you already know about basic home life, job, direct deposit is just the start of money management...''

''relationships?''

Rose paused and looked at him with small surprise ''..what about them?''

''back on Asgard, we hold a courting system before one is wed, royals are very different from commoners as well. The Midgardians here seem to just rely on their friendship and trust each other is loyal before a wedding is even planned..'' Loki explained, finding himself holding her free hand out of unconscious habit.

''well its dating.. when you like each other, you form a relationship where you remain true to each other and each other only. A wedding isn't usually mentioned until you are absolutely sure you wish to be with that person.'' Rose explained, her thumb gently stroking his skin and feeling her cheeks slightly redden at the particular topic.

''why wouldn't you be absolutely sure in the first place?'' Loki asked as he raised a brow.

''well, some mortals can be dating one but perhaps grow bored or in ways disinterested where they wish to seek someone else to fulfill all their needs.''

''how many needs are there?''

Rose shrugged as she thought. ''some people are simple, others have many. It could be sexual needs, or perhaps the person isn't giving enough attention, respect, holding promises, stuff like that. Mortals are very complicated sometimes and backstab others more than people in actual battle.''

''it seems so..'' Loki agreed, his mind elsewhere before his eyes returning to her ''if you are willing to try, perhaps I could use magic to heal your wound.''

Rose raised a brow and her eyes narrowed as she set down her fork ''you couldn't suggest that before you stranded me on my bed??"

Loki chuckled and stood ''come on darling, you wished to do something anyway.''

He led the way to his own room in which he instructed her to lay on her back on his bed. Moving her shirt up to access her wound, getting a little side tracked with a few kisses before being reminded to continue- gathered the very book he had been reading on her bed.

''isn't that the one you were reading?''

''indeed love, I was already preparing myself to perhaps see if I could speed up the process.'' He smiled almost smugly before he set it down with a particular page open ''I just need you to lie still, you shouldn't feel any discomfort, perhaps just a little strange.'' He told her before he kneeled down before her gash.

Carefully removing her bandages, he looked over the wound once before he took a deep breath and hovered a hand just above it. Rose bit her lip, wanting to wash but figured it be best to close her eyes just as Loki did. She could hear him taking deep breaths and she could have sworn the area around her wound felt cold, tingly even with random waves of warmth over her skin before she felt light pricks. Just as she was about to wince when the sensation began to get uncomfortable, she left Loki's lips press against hers, making her jump with surprise but definitely didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

''you're all healed darling.'' He murmured against her lips as he cupped her face, slowly getting up and moving himself on top of her before lowering his body onto hers, groaning from the sensation her body seemed to fit like a glove against him.

By all the movements, she could tell there was no pain and her body was all back to normal, allowing her to wrap her arms around him neck and deepening the kiss with a soft moan and her leg rubbing up against his thigh. She felt his hand slip between their bodies and undo the button of her jeans before he reached behind her, gripped and pulled them down. He only broke the kiss to move down and pull her pants off from her ankles before he removed his own shirt, moving slowly just how she liked it as he gave her his bedroom eyes.

His lips made a path as he kissed and sucked her smooth skin up her thighs until he got to where he knew she wanted him to be. She arched her back at the sensation, a shiver running up her spine as he slowly removed her panties down and off before he licked a strip once and light against her clit. She let out a moan and gripped his hair as he moved a hand and released his cock from his pants, kissing up her body until he got to her neck and nipped, a small yelp leaving her lips where he smirked against her skin, loving the sounds he was able to earn from her before he raised her legs against his waist and aligned his tip to her entrance.

''I hope you're ready for your punishment darling..'' he whispered.

Rose fluttered her eyes open, having a split second to process what he just said before she gasped as he entered her, burying himself up all the way to the hilt. Slowly resting his hips and body down against hers, he remained motionless as she bit her lip and looked at him who looked completely content and his finger tips drew pointless circles against her skin.

''..what are you-''

''your punishment darling for keeping the fact that you were injured from me. You will spend a good long while being my good little cocksheath before you get even the slightest bit of movement.'' He told her innocently and pressed his hips down to prevent her from moving as she tried to get a little bit of friction.

''Lokkkiii'' she whined and Loki couldn't help but kiss that sweet mouth of hers, biting down on her bottom lip as she gripped his shoulders.

''get comfortable darling.''

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imzsuzsis-blog · 5 months ago

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I left the area with Oscar, because they said that the fire was not a big spectacle. And I was in socks, everyone was looking at me, yes, I had half a pair of shoes on, and my makeup and makeup.

"Gentlemen, the danger is averted" *in Catalan*

"Fuck Osco, my love stayed inside."

"Don't complain about mine either... If I were you, I'd be very happy that at least Penelope is okay."

"Oh, shut up!!!! Leah died in my hands koala queen!!!!”

And I ran away sobbing, the tiny fetus was still in my head, it was 26.5 cm long and 358 grams. Life was simply impossible, Leah's heart stopped on its own inside the womb, when Amanda took her out first, I burst into sobs. I was just looking for Loki's face, but he was crying, as was Ollie, it was shocking, a fucking word came to my mind then, "Fuck me."

,,Police booth? Add English? Here in the Barcelona Paddock?”

I looked with tears in my eyes and started caressing. It was made of wood and had a nice dark blue color, but we would wear it now or black. When I got to his door, I opened it and there was no one there, I thought, according to the time, it must be an Englishman like me.

,,Hallo? Is there anyone living here besides me?”

I went inside and looked at my phone, where it spread like a virus that I was standing outside the motorhome in socks and watching the flames with Oscar. I went further and further along the barrier until I noticed something that looked like a control panel. Buttons, levers or whatever were on it, just a name, not who it belonged to. So to distract myself, I started playing with him, but all I could hear was music.

"Don't do it... MR..."

I told him playfully because his hips were already moving very sexily when he heard music, more than me. I turned off the music and my unexpected passenger turned around and froze.

"Who are you?"

I started to back away from the counter and almost fainted again, only this time I was scared.

"I am the doctor. Who are you to trick me like that..."

"I'm Lando... Well, I think I have to go... I'll go down and run... For him..."

I opened the door and closed it again.

"I failed, I can't be here in this universe!!!"

My legs started shaking as I slowly walked back to him in disbelief.

————-

Meanwhile

Oscar was looking for Lando through me, because he thought he had almost disappeared, here in the pits.

"I say Osco, I didn't see him, only the TARDIS hid in it.”

He even snaps at him that it's a lie.

"Fuck Max, the Tardis is just fiction, just like Doc is Doctor Who."

I shook my head because he doesn't believe in such things.

"Fuck me, he was still standing here, right in front of my eyes!!! The blue Police booth, box and in!!!! Oath!!!!"

Even the two Mercedes pilots were watching our quarrel.

"You guys will stop your petty fights, okay?"

"Delicate quarrel? Lewis?”

He started backing away with his hands up, like a little girl.

"No, it doesn't matter, there was a star of the world, even a universe bigger than us, wouldn't you be happy for him?"

"Shut up, George (I'm engaged) Russell."

He kicked Oscar, who crouched on the ground moaning loudly.

"Your Lily!!!"

"Don't get the woman involved!!!"

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the reality

previous day, in the hotel

I massaged him back, she was calmer, but it turned out that Leah fell asleep when she felt that she wasn't moving as much.

"You see, you don't have to be afraid."

Smile, but only correspond with Amanda if he likes it, but he has to go back to him on Monday.

"Write better if you come too."

He showed me the message and kissed me on the forehead.

"Measured?"

"It will be a bit expensive, but we are going for a 4D ultrasound. They will be very small, but we will see their gender and how they move. They are very active.”

"Honey, it's not too expensive and we already know the genders."

"Loki, I can still fit in. I'm at 22 weeks. I would like to see them until. they don't cover each other, do you?"

I turned him to me, sat him on my knee and kissed him on the cheek.

,,I'm in. What are these papers?”

He fell on me and started to cry.

"Many of the leaders and younger pilots decided..."

Sobbing and shaking began.

"To give the twins an inheritance, but the leaders are in the majority... There were few words from Horner or Zak."

I saw whose names were on it, three did not sign it in the end or four.

,,The motherfuckers!!!! You can do it!!!! You are not eighteen, you will be twenty-four or even twenty-five when they come into the world!!!! I will file a petition somewhere to protect you.”

He clung to me tightly and I was shaking and crying, and I took a photo of this shit and put it on the internet, so that these fuckers can be punished. In less than a second, this photo went around the media and everyone blamed the leaders and now we are at the point where they hate them.

"Lando..."

"Leave it, I'll go home to England after the race and discuss everything with mom."

"No, you're not a fragile rose, you're a strong piece of carbon that can get back up once you're wounded."

I wiped the tears from him eyes, which have been gathering, gathering and gathering in an incomprehensible way since he was pregnant, Lando is not in a crying mood.

"I'm telling you they're forcing you to believe it!!!"

He squeezed as hard as he could, I was still wiping his tears, even though he is waiting for them unbelievably and the room is almost late, when we look there we both smile and think only that *our daughters* will live there in a few months.

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officerjennie · 2 years ago

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Thank you @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for tagging me!

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

All of these are Witcher fic snippets, and I think the last count for WIPs was...close to 70...

Also, fun fact! The siren Jaskier fic was one of the very first I started for the fandom! And who knows when it'll be finished :D

1 - Subnautica AU Ch. 2

Could he even find out if the air was safe to breathe? Without trial and hopefully not error? He licked his dry lips, wincing when he found the crack and dried blood again, and swore under his breath at himself.

“Yen, can you run diagnostics on the atmosphere of this planet?”

“In order to run diagnostics of that kind, I’d need access to a particle counter, a moisture meter, an air flow monitor, a thermal imaging camera -”

Geralt growled as the voice went on in a dry tone, reaching up to rake his sweaty hair out of his face and swearing again when he hit his helmet instead.

2 - Arranged Marriage AU Ch. 1

Julia had certainly made a sight. The gown had suited her, lace and train and all. Her hair curled and pinned up, her lips a deep red, eyes a stunning blue. Eyes that hadn’t met his even once. Not when she walked down the aisle, not when they said their vows. Not when they shared a chaste kiss in front of the witnesses.

Her lips, deep red and brilliant, had been a thin line the entire wedding and reception. At least, Geralt thought while nursing his wine, he wasn’t the only one suffering.

3 - Siren Jaskier, one-shot

“A warrior.” Jaskier ran his hand up Geralt’s thigh and shifted beneath him. The tip of his tail flicked some water into the air, spraying it onto the other end of the nest. “How fearsome, brave, heroic. Geralt the witcher saving the world from big, scary monsters.”

“You make it sound ridiculous,” he snorted, tugging off his glove and tossing it towards his swords.

“Bet you make it look glorious. Beautiful.”

Geralt dropped the second glove right onto Jaskier’s face just to get him to stop.

4 - the ruin in me Ch. 4

Jaskier wasn’t strong enough for this.

It was day three, and he was sweating. Itching. He couldn’t think about work when his entire body was screaming at him, and despite knowing how pathetic it was he couldn’t think hard enough to care.

Work was slow. His cock was hard. And he couldn’t see the screen in front of him.

5 - Jaskel thing that I forgot about

Eskel had ever been an observer of people. As much as he loved to stay out of their way, sit in the corners of rooms and avoid the main roads, walk to the side and let people pass him by, he had ever been a watcher all the same. Studying the way people laughed, how their faces would turn in any number of emotions, what clothes they would wear and what it all meant to each and every person. There were times before Deirdre when he would sit and people watch just because he could, wondering what their lives might be like, tucking away the little bits of information he learned about them away in the back of his mind for no other reason than he found them interesting.

It had been only natural, then, that he watched the bard.

Tagging:

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pleaseleavemealonebye · 2 years ago

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Dust to Dust

Summary: the snap, from Abby Keener's POV.

TW for terror in a school setting.

It was like a goddamn magic trick.

Some egotistical prune with terrible fashion taste snaps his fingers on the other side of the galaxy, and half the world turns to ash. Abby stopped trying to make sense of the world years before, but this broke any remaining shred of normalcy she had. Makes sense it did. It broke everything else.

The day it happened, everything was normal. Mom was gone by the time Abby woke up, a post-it note professing her love stuck to the counter. The car broke down before it even pulled out of the driveway, and Harley spent an hour and a half fixing it while Abby watched TikToks on her phone. When they got to school, the drop-off line was empty.

Abby poked her head out the window, examining the empty school campus. “We’re so late.”

Harley sighed dramatically. “Yes, I know.”

Abby pulled herself back into the car, pouting. “They’re not gonna let me in.”

Another sigh from Harley. “If they don’t, go get Mom.”

“But she’s working,” Abby whined. “She doesn’t like it when we bother her at the diner, and I’ve already skipped school this month ‘cause of that flu I caught, and I don’t wanna bother her.” She kicked the front of the seat with some prejudice. “Can you at least walk me in?” she pleaded.

Years later, Abby would remember this conversation while lying concussed on the floor of an alley, and wonder if Thanos had the gauntlet by then. She wondered how doomed ten-year-old her had been in that moment.

All the way back in 2018, Harley groaned. “Just go,” he ordered. He already sounded so tired and annoyed. The grease on his hands was smeared across the steering wheel. Abby didn’t want to push him. She stepped out of the car, crept silently towards the school. The car puttered past behind her. She turned, waving goodbye like she was trying to flag down a passing plane. She caught a glimpse of Harley’s reflection in the shattered rear view mirror. That was the last time she would see her brother for almost half a decade.

What happened next? Abby wasn’t sure. Somehow, she negotiated her way through the front office and into her classroom. They were supposed to be learning fractions, and she vividly remembered a row of numbers written in green on the whiteboard, but she remembered very little else from the actual lesson. Something was happening in New York, but no one was paying attention. New York was a world away.

The teacher finished her lesson and traded places with another teacher who immediately started on his history rant that centered almost entirely on unproven conspiracy theories. Some kids’ phones chimed with news alerts, but the teacher glared at them when they tried to pull them out. At the time, Abby looked at this and thought it was wrong.

Abby thought of this years later and laughed, then glared at a passerby when they looked at her weird.

By the time lunch rolled around, something was obviously wrong. The cafeteria had two ancient TVs set up, usually playing the news or some sort of mindless, background-noise sitcom, but when Abby looked at them, they were turned off. She would remember it forever: her face reflected in the black screen, kids whispering all around about what was happening (“Dylan said Loki came back, then that arrow guy shot Thor, an’ that’s what’s going on.”)

Then–well, the next part came in pieces. The girl she was sitting across from dissolved into dust. She didn’t even seem to notice, just stabbed at her chicken before melting onto the floor. People started screaming–one of the lunch ladies dusted into the mashed potatoes. Other kids were gone. Everyone was gone.

Then Abby was running. She was outside her school and racing across the football field that stood between her and the high school, screaming at the top of her lungs the whole way. She was crying and her tears were blurring the line between the green grass and the blue sky.

Then there was the high school, oh, the high school. Abby had to fight through a tide of panicking teenagers to get in. The next few minutes were blended together in a mess of random images; ash in front of an open locker; kids screaming and shoving each other as they ran for the exit; some of the teachers were standing in doorways, trying to corral the students.

Somewhere along the line, words came spilling out of her mouth. “I’m looking for my brother, has anyone here seen Harley Keener? Do you know where Harley Keener is?” But the dust clogged her throat and the words stayed stuck in her mouth. She could barely breathe through all the dust.

In the alley years later, Abby closed her eyes. She thought of the doomed little girl, crying and screaming and begging anyone who would listen for help. She thought of her brother, a pile of ash on the floor of a random classroom. She thought of the Avengers and Iron-Man and most of all her mom. Then she sighed and went to sleep.

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realityhelixcreates · 2 years ago

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 83: Misdeeds Unaddressed

Chapters: 83/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: pg13

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel),Thor

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Behold Another Disaster

Summary: There were unknown consequences

“You were supposed to tell me the moment she woke!” Saga complained.

“Some things came up.” Loki said. “Let the woman eat something before you pick her brain.” “Your highness, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! She holds lost knowledge!”

“She also holds a lot of stress in her shoulders. She needs rest.” “She's been resting for almost two days!”

“Saga's right.” you interjected. “I just woke up, and I don't want to forget anything.”

“At least get some food. You haven't eaten in a while.” Loki insisted.

“Tell you what; I'll meet you in the library, and you can bring food.” “I'm not letting you walk around unescorted after an attempted poisoning!” Loki exclaimed. “Excuse me.” Saga interrupted. “I am fully capable of stabbing things for my Seidkona's sake, thank you very much.”

“Look, I'm just going to the library.” you reassured him. “I've got my knife too, and I won't eat anything you haven't already tested, okay?”

Grumbling, but mollified, Loki let you part ways to the library, where Saga led you into the secluded artifact room. Ymir's Dreamscape rested on the sturdy, hardwood table, shrunken and contained in its alien technology.

“Thoughts?” Saga asked, noticing where your attention was directed.

“They didn't mean to hurt anyone.” you mumbled. “They didn't know. They didn't...understand.”

“Do you understand? What you did, I mean? Were you aware?” “What I...did? What did I do? I know I called this thing to me somehow, but...” you shook your head. “I was somewhere else. Did you see what I saw? The giant women? The loom? Ymir and the developing planet?”

“No giant women, no.” Saga said.

Loki entered the room, a delicious-smelling array of foods spread on a large platter. He set it down on the table next to Ymir's Dreamscape, ignoring Saga's pointed glare, and prepared a plate for you.

“What's this about giant women?” he asked.

“I think I saw the Norns.” you said. “Listen.”

You explained between bites of food, how you had seen the huge women, and a great loom, weighted with glowing gems, and how you thought that what you had seen wasn't actually what was there, but that your brain had been interpreting what it was seeing through a lens you could understand. How you had looked into the cloth, and the patterns of color and weave had formed shapes you could interpret about an entity that had been expelled into the universe by the force of the singularity. The first Celestial, Ymir, whom you had been dreaming about for some time now.

That got Loki's attention. He had not been dreaming about Ymir at all, and seemed upset either by that, or by the fact that you hadn't really told him about it.

“I just didn't think it meant anything, since it wasn't shared.” you protested.

“Dreams are very important,where magic is concerned!” he scolded. “This was recurring! And involved the blue light.” “So,” Saga interrupted, setting her phone down on the table. “This is what we saw.”

The footage on the screen showed you dancing, spinning around the fire. Dropping your drum and stick as something flew into your hands. Yes, it was Ymir's Dreamscape, still in it's containment.

From offscreen, you could hear Loki cry out; the camera turned to him for a moment, the flare of glowing runes blurry on his face. Gasps and shouting from the crowd drew Saga's attention back to you.

By this time, you were floating in the air, matching runes obscuring your left side. You flung Ymir's Dreamscape up into the air, up and up, so high that it was a mere speck. Then you released its containment.

The art work filled the sky, painting the heavens, greeted by screams of terror that morphed into cries of wonder as the alien artwork began to move. It showed Ymir's story in silent pantomime, figures and events dancing across the rock.

You shot Loki an inquiring glance. “You...accessed me. My magic” he explained. “Ymir's power brought their work to life, and even those that didn't have physical form, still seem to have movement. With my magic, you held the asteroid up, and provided illusions to amplify the art and continue the story, presumably in line with whatever you were experiencing.” “I didn't know I could do that.” you said.

“Neither did I. But we are connected through magic, so I should expect it to be possible.”

The art story continued on, past the dismemberment of Ymir, the diaspora of the ancient people, and all the varied forms they took. The exposure of Asgardian origins drew shouts and denials from the crowd, demands of silence from Thor. The revelation of Loki's hybrid status got a quiet 'Oh', from Saga, still behind the camera.

Ymir's Dreamscape began to shrink, collapsing back down into it's containment and landing heavily on the ground, as you remained in the air for a few moments more, before also dropping into a heap. People closed in on you, as well as Saga, the footage going shaky and unintelligible before ending.

Saga retrieved her phone.

“What we need to know now,” she said “is if there is any more information you can give us, other than what was recorded here. You said They didn't mean to hurt anyone. What did you mean?”

“I was sorta inside their head, a little bit. I understood where they were coming from. They had no idea of the destruction they were causing. They didn't even have a concept of it.” You began explaining the insight you had gained into Ymir's understanding of the universe around them, how they felt about their artworks, and the planet they shared their star with. How, even as they were killed, they still did not understand death.

Saga dutifully wrote down everything you said, and you relayed every detail you could remember, right up to the building of Asgard, and the disjointed 'present' events; Loki's birth, the lost year, the uneven restoration of the universe.

“Is there anything else?”

The shards of possible futures shown to you by the third woman shot through your mind. You shook your head.

“That's all.” you said. “After that, I slept.”

Loki took you from the library while Saga compiled her notes, and led you back to his quarters.

“Is Thor really going to hold the Third Feast again?” You asked. “It doesn't seem safe.” “Yes,” Loki said, beginning to remove your clothing. There was nothing sensual about it; your clothes were wrinkled, and smelled a little funky from being worn for a couple of days straight. “but only after the rest of the humans leave. Instead, we'll be putting together a fresh lunch for everyone, and everything will be served by monitored staff. No potluck elements. After that, it will be time for our visitors to leave. We'll have the feast after that, and the closing ceremonies.”

He began to massage your shoulders, gently working out the tension that had built up over the past few days. “So,” he said as you relaxed into his hands. “Why did you lie to Saga? About remembering nothing else?”

You stiffened, but he just worked the stiffness back out.

“Well...It was personal.”

“Personal?” he inquired. “I don't really understand. It was just fragments. Nothing solid.” It had really seemed like something that was supposed to be only for you, even though you weren't sure what any of the little slivers of information could be.

“I saw Asgard built up the mountainsides on either side of the river. Everything looked prosperous.”

You didn't know what to make of your vision of Loki, lines on his handsome face, silver in his onyx curls. You wouldn't live long enough to see that. Maybe the Norns just felt like giving you some assurance that he would be all right.

“I also saw that planet Titan was doing good. In some future, Minos does a good job.” You didn't know about the other Titan you'd seen. The sky he stared into was not the sky of Titan. Maybe he was stranded on another planet, far from his home? Why show you that though? Were you supposed to get him home?

“There were a few things I really didn't understand. They went by so fast, and I didn't really get what I was seeing. They weren't woven into the fabric yet, so maybe none of them will happen.”

“The fabric, hm? Maybe you really did see the Norns.” Loki began stripping himself down, setting aside his snow soaked clothes.

“Have you ever seen them?” you asked. “You're a sorcerer. Did they show you things too?” Loki smiled at you, indulgence in his grin. “No Norns for me, no. That seems to be a Seidkona only thing.”

“Wait, am I different than you? Are Seidkonas only women? Is that why you aren't one?”

Loki grinned wider. “I am not a Seidkona, but it isn't because of my gender. Yes, Seidkona are only women, but I can be a woman whenever I feel like it. It's because father...because Odin carefully kept me from committing to any responsibilities that would keep me from going back to Jotunheim and assuming the throne there. For Asgard, of course.” “Oof. Yeah, okay, I can see that.” There was something so cold about the idea of curtailing a childs potential like that, just because you desperately needed them to grow up to do something else. “Lots of Earth kids forced into professions they don't really want, because their parents have plans that didn't take into account that their kids are also people.” “No shortage of such things in Asgard either.” Loki said, leading you to bed and laying you down. He drew the blankets up around the two of you, cuddling comfortably against your back.

“So many revelations about myself in such a short time.” he murmured against the back of your head. “How does a man keep it all straight? A frost giant, yes, but of Midgard, not Jotunheim. Is this why I am so small, but still healthy? I am sized for this planet.” “Perfectly proportioned, you might say.” You murmured back. His arms tightened around you slightly, and he nuzzled into your hair.

“Sweet thing. You spread your words on my spirit like a fragrant balm.” “Ooh, fancy.” you teased. Even though you'd been unconscious for almost two days, this days events had left you exhausted. It was easy to let yourself drift away, back into blissful sleep.

******

Green and Blue were waiting for you on the other side, their brilliant colors combining in your vision, Green, as always, was the weaker.

Loki, clinging to your hand, regarded Green with some trepidation, while Green 'regarded' him with a mix of amusement and dismissive annoyance.

“Do you know each other?” you asked, as he squinted in suspicion.

“I'm not...” he mumbled, but your attention was drawn away by the colored lights. They wanted to know when you wanted to go. Where you wanted to see. You thought about Titan, the tiny glimpse you had gotten of a flourishing planet under it's orange sky. Yet, that was not the planet that grew and loomed up before you. It was the opposite, in fact, a cold, blue ball of ice, bisected by a deep, deep canyon.

“Jotunheim?” you wondered aloud. “That wasn't what I was thinking of.” “I was.” Loki admitted. “I went to rest, wondering what I would do, if I actually had to go back there to rule, ever. What kind of future I would build.”

You floated down through the clouds, which were much thicker than the last time you remembered being here. A deep fog clung to the ground all around you, drawing a veil over your vision. It wasn't dust, but it made you a bit anxious in the same way.

The air was much more humid than you remembered; it clung to your skin, clammy and chilly. Strange, reverberating groans, and glassy pings echoed weirdly around you.

“Something feels wrong here.” Loki murmured. A quickly whispered spell summoned a swirl of wind, dissipating the fog in a wide bubble.

You gasped, and stumbled back into his stabilizing grasp. The two of you were standing on an ice floe, far too close to the still and silent edge of a black sea. Twisting to look behind, you beheld the towering cliffs of the canyon, crumbling and eroded: the source of the floe.

“What is going on here?” Loki whispered, flabbergasted. “There's no sea on the surface. It's all under nearly a mile of ice!” “There was water at the bottom of the canyon. It was like a kind of river.” “But not like this. It shouldn't have been able to expand. It should have frozen back over. Jotunheim has no axial tilt. Its climate is very stable. Unless...”

“What? What do you think is happening?”

Horror was crawling over his features.

“The Bifrost. It's power was far greater than I expected. Beyond my wildest hopes. It didn't just cleave the ice, did it? It vaporized it, and part of the ocean underneath. How much water vapor did that put into the air? Your people call it a 'greenhouse gas'. That would capture their meager sunlight, over time. But this much? Enough for so much liquid water? An exposed sea might keep the cycle going as it evaporated, but...so large...is there something more?”

“Wait, hold on, what's the Bifrost got to do with it?” you asked. “You said the planet was hit by a natural disaster.”

“I said it was a destructive force. It was the Bifrost. By all the stars, I did not understand, not really. It was all so distant, so buried under the madness...”

His hand had wound its way into his hair, clutching at curls that sprouted between his fingers. You grasped his forearm, acid adrenaline constricting your throat. His distress mixed with your lingering fog-anxiety, stretching it out into an umbrella of confused discomfort.

A weird rumbling rippled the still waters, felt through the ice more than heard.

“Wh-what was that?” you whispered. Loki shook his head, silent.

A pod of large, fishlike creatures splashed to the surface around you, disappearing beneath the floe, and a bubbling became evident in the water, far out on the edge of visibility. The rumbling sounded again.

“Loki?” you whispered.

“I-I-I don't know.” he stammered.

Your eyes were fixed on the burbling out in the water, trying to understand what it could be. A large animal, like a whale? Could you run from it? The large chunk of ice you were on butted up against several others, but their stability was uncertain.

The rumbling sounded once more, and this time it did not stop, but grew in intensity, wobbling your chunk of ice. Loki grabbed you, holding you as steady as he could.

The far away bubbling intensified, growing into a fountain. Within seconds, a deafening blast of water erupted into the air, blossoming into a cloud of steam and ash. It wasn't until you saw the flecks of glowing orange within that you realized what was happening, but by that time, an enormous wave had upended your ice floe, sweeping you and Loki into the dark water.

You flopped off the edge of the bed, soaked with frigid water. In the other side of the bed, you heard Loki sputtering and flailing.

“A volcano!” you exclaimed. “That was a volcano! Ahg, my ears!”

The head-splitting sound still rung in your skull, though it was already fading. The same magic that protected you from freezing, must also have saved you from that damage also.

“I've killed them all.” Loki whimpered from the other side of the bed. “Norns, I really did it. I've killed them all.”

You heard the tears in his voice, and scrambled around the side of the bed. He met you in the middle, scuttling on hands and knees, hair dripping, and threw himself into your arms. Your soaked nightclothes squelched.

“This is my fault!” he wailed. “I was mad, completely mad! I thought I'd failed, but it was just a matter of time!”

“Shh, shh, shh, slow down.” You soothed. “I don't know what you're talking about. What happened?”

Loki shuddered, seeking control.

“It...it goes back further than attacking your world. My crimes against the realms. It started with a...a thoughtless prank. I led frost giants into Asgard's treasure vault. I knew they would not get far, but...they killed two of the vault's guards before facing the same fate themselves. One of these was Gloa's brother.”

“God, Loki.” “It didn't go according to plan, but everyone reacted the way they were supposed to. It interrupted and postponed Thor's coronation, exactly as it was supposed to. He couldn't be king yet, you understand.”

He grasped your hands in his. “You understand? He was not the man you know now. He was brutal. Childish. Glory hungry and bloodthirsty. He would have brought Asgard low. Our friends were just as bad. Sycophantic and unquestioning. They were all baying for vengeance, and so I...I convinced them to go to Jotunheim for revenge. We were never supposed to be there long enough for a fight! Just long enough for Thor to realize he should not seek the war he wanted. Long enough to show father he wasn't ready to be king! I told a guard to fetch Odin the instant we left, but...but he waited. We were there for far too long. Long enough that I couldn't prevent a fight. Long enough that...that the terrible secret of my origin was revealed. Long enough that war was once again declared.

When we were finally fetched back, Odin and Thor quarreled so fiercely, that Odin did finally realize that Thor was not ready to rule. But instead of some kind of remedial education, he cursed Mjolnir, stripped Thor of his power, and banished him here!”

“Wait, that's what happened? Most people think he was sent here to retrieve a malfunctioning weapon!” “Yes, well, we had to tell them something, didn't we? I confronted Odin, later, over what I had discovered about myself. He told me everything about what happened, how he found and brought me home, the purpose I was meant to fulfill. Then he fell into one of his special sleeps.”

“What, like, immediately? That's convenient.”

“I should have seen it coming. He had used so much power on Thor, and he was elderly. For an Asgardian, at least. And he was always using some measure of power to keep Hela within her confinement. Of course he fell into Odinsleep. It was the worst possible time, but I can't be surprised. Then they made me king. That was not the plan. None of it was the plan. I wasn't trying to be king, I just...I just thought I was looking out for the kingdom's wellbeing.

But I was the only one left. Odin seemed to be dying, and Mother would not leave his side. Thor was banished. I wasn't aiming for kingship, but I wanted to at least be legitimately considered for it. However, this was the only way I would ever take the throne.

It didn't matter. None of it mattered. I was king, legitimately, lawfully, rightfully king...and nobody listened to a damn word I said. I could have declared war. I could have dissolved the kingdom. I could have doubled the wages of every laborer, and all my decrees would have fallen on deaf ears. Even my...closest friends betrayed me. They wanted me to bring Thor right back from Earth, but how could I do that? He was still powerless. Mjolnir was still cursed. And I'm not certain that even I could break one of Odin's curses. He was also still a thoughtless lout, and my friends were actually just his friends. They didn't even wait a day before turning traitor to the Crown. Heimdall at least waited.”

“Oh no, Heimdall too?” You asked. Was that the source of the tension that still lingered between them?

“I no longer hold it against him. Heimdall has betrayed every ruler that Asgard has had during his lifetime, sometimes more than once. It's practically his job. And it's not as if I am not guilty of the same, intentions be damned. But that time, I had something to prove. I don't know if I can explain what was going through my head at the time. Hurt and despair, rage at the betrayal, loss of my sense of self, my sense of reality. Loss of my friends, my family, my support structures, my legitimacy, my very place in the world.

I went mad, completely mad. I had so much more to prove. I felt I had to justify my existence. To prove I wasn't one of the monsters. To truly show where my loyalties lay. So I lied, and I tricked, and I killed. I lured Laufey, king of Jotunheim and my true sire, into Asgard, so that I could murder him in a staged attack on Odin, to prove my loyalty. To reject my actual parentage. I sent the Destroyer to Earth to eradicate Thor and his friends, to tie up loose ends, and I didn't care at all about collateral damage. I encased Heimdall in ice, so that I could use the Bifrost freely, and I turned it's full power on the realm of Jotunheim. I intended to destroy it completely, to do what neither Odin, nor Thor had been able to do. All of this, I thought, would protect Asgard and finally prove me worthy.

I am why that canyon exists, why all those graves are there. I am why that volcano erupts. I became exactly the kind of petty, bloodthirsty ruler I had wanted to prevent in the first place. When Thor returned...He was right to depose me. He was right to cast me out. I thought, if he found out what I was, he would kill me. He had resolved to kill all Frost Giants after all.

But he was different. He had realized something on Earth, something I had not yet learned. Again, he had it all, and now he had wisdom too. And I had...nothing.

No sooner had Odin awoken, but he condemned my actions. Me. I felt there was no place for me in Asgard anymore, and certainly no bridges remained to Jotunheim. I had nowhere to go, so I just...I just fell. Again, I thought it was only best for Asgard.”

“But things are different now.” You said. He nodded, caressing the back of your hands with his thumbs.

“Things are different. But the damage I have caused is lasting. The volcano is erupting. Jotunheims fate was sealed seven years ago, when I went mad. Now, we have no way to fix it.”

“I...I don't think that was the present.” you said. “We were there before, remember? There was no melting or fog, or anything like that. The canyon was still fresh enough for them to carve into. It wasn't crumbling at all.”

“You think that was the future? Well...You are a Seidkona now. Even the Norns seem to have acknowledged it. Perhaps you will also share the prophetic dreams of the Aesir?”

“Maybe? But a volcano takes long time to grow, so if you made one start seven years ago, it would take a while to reach the surface like that. If we can figure out a way to communicate with Jotunheim sometime over the next few years, we can warn them what's happening. And then they should have enough time to adapt to it. I guess they'll probably become sea giants in the future.”

“Y-yes...” Loki rolled it over in his head. “Yes. According to your revelation, they were the first of us to split off, but they are still of the ancestral race. They will adapt to their new surroundings. Just as...just as I did. Just as, I suppose, the next generations of Asgardians will adapt to Earth. I wonder what forms they will take?”

“Whatever it is, it'll probably be beautiful. Like you, my sweet prince.” You smooched his forehead, and he sighed in weary relief.

We are going to need to sleep somewhere else.” he said, stripping out of his soaked nightclothes. You shivered. The ocean of Jotunheim had washed right through you both. He tossed you a new nightgown and a towel to dry with.

Snuggling into a smaller bed together in one of the guest rooms, you found yourself hesitant to go back to sleep. You'd come so far, learned so much. But the mechanics of your dreams remained a mystery. What exactly were Blue and Green? They felt like entities, but very alien ones. Why did they like you? Why and how did they take you places and protect you from the dangers there? How could you exist in two places at once? How could you travel to Jotunheim and Titan, yet still be in your bed?

You felt as though Loki had suspicions, but he hadn't shared them. Perhaps he was waiting until he was sure of what was going on, but you wished you had half the clue that he did.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years ago

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Praise Him [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Set just before Thor Ragnarok. You know Loki’s secret...and it’s not all security council meeting that’s keeping “Odin” busy on Asgard. (w/c 2.6k) Warnings: Smut. 18+ advised, NSFW, minors DNI!

You paced past the palace guards quickly, nodding to several that you recognised who smiled knowingly to each other as you made your way towards Odin’s rooms.

Your long, cream chiffon gown trailed the stone marble floor behind you, half gathered in your hand as you made your way quickly down the flight of stairs that led to your destination.

You didn’t have a chance to knock before the door edged open, a warm flickering light beckoning you inside. Show-off, you thought.

Odin stood in his dressing gown by the fireplace, staring into the flames as they licked the edges of the grate. "Does it bother you", he started, "that everyone in this palace thinks you’re an old man’s whore?" He turned questioningly towards you as he said it… all traces of the regal dialect he saved for daytime hours gone from his voice. A familiar green shimmer rained around his frame, simultaneously stretching and slimming the figure within it, fading to reveal his true form. His long raven hair was tucked behind his ears revealing more of his alabaster jawline while a dark green tunic covered his upper body, leading down to those tight leather trousers he wore so beautifully. "Well?" He drank from his goblet, eyebrows raised for your response.

You sighed. He asked you this at least twice a week when he was feeling particularly insecure, and your answer was always the same. "Loki...I do not care what those people think. They mean nothing. You are my King, my lover, the only one who can bring my pleasure I had never known - your thoughts are the only ones I care to stay in".

As you had spoken, he had begun walking towards you and you felt the lust radiate from him hotter than the warmth of the fire. Hands dove into your hair and brought your lips crashing to his, his body melting into yours as he towered above you, bending you to his will. His hand found the slit in the long layers of your dress which gathered around your feet, feeling the familiar cool pressure sliding rhythmically up your inner thigh. Without breaking the kiss, he ran two long fingers through your folds, back to front, stopping momentarily to dip the very edge of them in to your waiting heat before exiting your dress once more. "Mmmmm, have you been thinking about us all day my love or was that a particularly good kiss?" he winked as he brought the two fingers coated with your juices to his lips, sucking them lightly. It never got old. You loved him with your whole heart, your body, your eternal soul – and tonight, you would show him in a way you knew he would understand.

"Let me worship you, my King" you said, trailing your fingers down his chest. "Worship you like you deserve. All your subjects praise you as Odin but I wish to praise you for what you are. My King, Loki. My God, Loki." You pulled at the leather fastenings of his trousers wantonly, biting your lip.

You didn’t know if part of his brain had shut down from over-stimulation, or he was very much in God-mode, but he wordlessly turned and made his way stridently to the finely upholstered chaise lounge near the balcony. When he looked at you again, you knew your little game had been accepted. His blue eyes had darkened to deep pools of desire as he reclined on the seat, spreading his legs in a deep V and resting one forearm carelessly on the arm of the chair. The entire scene before you almost made you cum for him where you stood as the light flickered flirtatiously on the sheen of leather still obnoxiously covering his body.

‘Kneel’

Gods above, his commanding voice still did things to you even after many months of secretive evening liaisons. The way it reverberated from your ears to your pussy was an instant high that no one could hope to match – and you hoped they never would. You took your time crossing the space between you, ensuring he had a full view of your low cut bodice as you sank to your knees before him, ‘Oh I see you, darling. It’s a nice dress – but the colour is far too virginal for my tastes’ he smirked down at you, hips making small jerks of anticipation as you saw his length grow under the thick leather, begging to be freed.

You leaned between his legs, cleavage balanced on his growing cock as you placed a kiss on the centre of his chest, hands caressing up his thighs. He moaned, thrusting upwards fruitlessly at the thought of sliding his length between your mounds. "My Love..." you murmured, beginning to unbutton his tunic. "My King." You placed deep kisses on the exposed skin, working lower and lower with practised restraint. "My God".

As soon as the final word left your lips, his stoicism was broken. Loki’s head fell back with a guttural moan filled with need as you toyed with the leather fastening of his trousers once more. Without lifting his head, Loki waved his fingers and the trousers dissipated in a flash of green revealing his perfect cock, thick and ready for your ministrations.

"How can I serve you, my King?" You looked up at him innocently with wide-eyes as he raised his head in disbelief. "You know exactly how, my devoted vestal virgin" he smirked, "and make it slow, I want to feel how much you love the taste of my cock inside that pretty mouth of yours."

You moaned compliance, placing a single lick on the tip of his throbbing member as your hand wrapped around the base to angle it just so. Loki was long and thick, but not uncomfortably – he was just perfect...in all ways, it seemed. You kissed up the sides of his length, elongated, messy kisses which coated the sides of his cock with your saliva while whispering sweet praise; you are the greatest King Asgard has ever had, can ever hope to have…you should be worshipped my beloved...your body should be worshipped the way your mind should be valued above all others...mmm let me taste my God’s cock deep inside me, make me worthy of you..make me worthy of your touch...

Loki’s breathing was a series of deep inhales and short exhales, pacing himself. You knew he was listening, hanging on every word that spilled from your lips while worshipping what was between his legs, while worshipping him. His index finger found its way to your jawline, tracing a smooth stripe from below your ear; his signal to take things further. Obediently you took the head of his cock in your warm mouth, sucking lightly on the tip while swirling your tongue gently. Faint moans escaped your throat as you saw him relax further, chin resting close to his chest as he watched you intensely. His eyes never leaving the sight of his manhood penetrating between those insatiable lips he ravaged so often.

He would never tire of this sight. You slid his whole length down your throat, taking him by surprise. He threw his head back again, releasing a strangled growl of pleasure louder than he intended. His fingers moved again releasing a liquid glow and you knew that a sound barrier now encased the room. You were truly concealed from prying ears who may be curious about Odin’s carnal habits. This theory was confirmed by the sounds that now rained loudly from your God’s lips, curses in old Nordic spilled in quick succession as you sucked his perfect length with the slow and steady rhythm you knew he craved.

"Who’s my loyal subject...my true believer, you are...aren’t you my precious girl…you would do anything for me, for your King." It was not a question that required an answer, but you hummed your enthusiastic agreement as he joined your efforts by thrusting his hips slowly upward in time with you.

His hands were gripping the seat now, you could see the defined muscles on his thighs standing to attention as he fought the urge to spill hot cum down your throat. "You are worthy of my attention because I choose you, you dirty girl...look at you on your knees worshipping your God in the only way which befits you." He grimaced, teeth bared to the vaulted ceiling with his eyes closed – you knew that had been a close call. The words coming out of his own mouth could tip him over the edge, and he didn’t want this to end – not yet.

Sensing the change in pace, you slid his member over your tongue and returned to placing kisses on his length, rougher this time and more needy. You could feel the wetness between your legs which had been building since you came through the door, it had spread to the tops of your thighs from the friction of your activities. You turned your attention to his balls which hung tight and proud underneath his perfect dick, scratching your nails down them lightly. He hissed his approval as he re-centred himself after the near misfire, "mmmm, again" he purred, and you complied. You lightly sucked the head of his cock, pulling the skin of his balls gently as he moaned in pleasure, but the sounds that he was making were becoming too much to bear – your pussy was crying for attention.

You raised your head gently to look at him, his usually perfectly coiffured hair increasingly dishevelled with the effort of holding back, "Your Grace, can I show you the full extent of my admiration?" you cooed. He nodded darkly, sitting up on the chair and beckoning you to his lap but you shook your head, your curls sticking momentarily to the pre-cum coating your lips. "The bed – my King". Loki rose and took your hand, as you guided him to the enormously plush bed in the centre of the room.

He sat on the edge with the same proud stance as before, legs spread, forearm resting on one muscular thigh now coated with a thin sheen of sweat watching you undress. Your virginal gown fluttered to your feet and you kicked it to the side, enjoying the narrowing of his eyes when your nakedness was revealed in the soft glow of the firelight. You crawled on to his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you brought him in to a deep kiss and his hands found their way to your ass, cupping both cheeks with ease as he scooted you closer to his centre.

You raised your hips, brushing the head of his cock with your dripping pussy, ‘darling, you’re so wet...so needy for me, my beautiful believer’, his smooth voice murmured with anticipation as you hovered above him. "Yes, my King…I need you inside me, I need to feel your power thrust into me, to undo me as only you can". Slowly you sank down an inch on to the head, and Loki’s eyes fluttered shut as the tight heat enveloped him. "Mmm, does my God like that? Is my cunt worthy of such a prize?" Loki’s eyes bore into yours, pressing down on your ass, willing you to drop further. You relinquished another inch. "How did I become blessed with the King of Asgard deigning to fuck this unworthy pussy the way he does? There is no-one more powerful in all the Nine Realms your Majesty... you could have anyone you choose" you whispered into his ear, feeling him shiver despite the heat of the room.

With one swift movement, he snaps his hips upward, impaling his whole length inside you. Now it’s your turn to moan – undignified grunts of pleasure dropping from your lips and being caught by unending kisses from the God beneath you. With a loud moan, your raven-haired lover fell backwards on the bed, pulling you with him. His cock slipped out of you and then re-entered with ease to your dripping channel, eliciting another moan of need from both of you. "Who do you serve, my darling?", he hummed as your hips rocked back and forth along his length. "Only you my God – I serve only you" you murmured as you felt his thumb skim over your clit, timed with perfection to your thrusts.

You could feel your orgasm building, not least of all because of the sight beneath you – Loki, completely undone and ravenous with need. He watched you with an intense fascination as he always did when he was completely in the moment. You could feel his thrusts becoming less controlled, his breathing becoming ragged as his free hand traced your breasts, your waist...looking for something to steady his rapidly approaching climax. Perfect.

"Loki...will you bless me with your cum? Will you do that for me...your most loyal subject?" You gave him your most seductive gaze, his eyebrows knitted with concentration as he fought to hold back the explosion rising inside of him at your words. "When you haven’t made your offering little one? I think not", he managed to retort. His voice was strained. The effort of maintaining a semblance of sarcasm making him quiver. "I want every piece of you, every drop of your sweet pilgrim cum to be running down my royal cock – a sacrifice to your God".

He propped himself up on his elbows, bending his knees to bring you closer to him, and wrapped your legs around his waist before sliding his hands underneath your ass once more, lifting you barely off the bed.

The angle was exquisite, his cock pressed straight to your core – it was too much. He kissed you, not the kiss of domination, but of pure and passionate trust. "Cum for me, my darling – show me how much you love me", He didn’t have to ask twice. From this angle, his thrusts were slow and purposeful, hitting their target every time. By the seventh thrust, you were spinning into your orgasm; his name falling from your lips like a prayer, praising his name like a choir in church.

His forehead pressed against you as he finally let go, a ferocious growl tumbling from his throat as he rode his own climax to completion, moaning your name into the ether as his seed spilled into you, mingling with your own.

For a few moments, the crackling of the fire was the only sound in Odin’s chambers as you and Loki sat intertwined on the bed, his cock still sheathed inside you – the two of you savouring the moments where you could truly be yourselves. Finally, he spoke, ‘thank you, my darling." You looked at him, concern on your face as you cupped his smooth cheek in your hand, "whatever for? You know I can’t get enough of you."

He returned your smile weakly. "No, not for that...although that was...particularly enjoyable – no, I meant thank you for keeping my secret... all...this", he gestured to the room surrounding you. You sighed, ‘Loki...you trusted me with your plan out of...well, everyone. That means more to me than anything. Fortune can come and go, but this..." You kissed him gently, ‘...this is the path I choose. You are my King, with or without a crown." Loki buried his face in your thigh to the side of him, gently biting your flesh absent mindedly as he pondered your words. ‘I love you, Y/N’, he whispered. The sincerity of his voice told you everything you needed to know. ‘I love you too, Loki’.

And for that, you would always praise him.

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holdmytesseract · 2 years ago

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How to Magic 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "Baby Ella a few years later learning to control her magic!" - Requested by a nonny! 😁

Summary: It's time for Ella to get her first lesson in magic!

Warnings: none, just fluff

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"I think she's ready." Y/N peeked up to Loki from where she laid on the picnic blanket, head resting in his lap, as he sat behind her underneath the big sunshade. She was dressed in nothing but a black bikini and sunglasses. It was summer - and damn it was hot outside. "Who is ready for what, babe?" Y/N asked her husband, rubbing circles in the skin of their intertwined hands. "Ella. I think she's ready to slowly but surely learn to use and control her seidr." The woman lowered her sunglasses a bit and gave him a stern look, "Really? Are you sure?" before she turned her head to gaze over to the small swimming pool, which stood in the big garden of the Avengers compound. Ella and Eisa were in the pool together, playing and dabbling happily in the water. Good thing, that they were about the same age...

"Yeah, really? You think?" The God nodded, before he started to smile. "After all, she asked me at least once a week for the last two years, when I am finally going to teach her magic." Loki said, chuckling softly. "Well, that is true." Y/N giggled alongside him. "When you think she's ready... Then please." Loki looked down at his wife and caressed gently her cheek with his free hand. "I thought about this a lot and figured it would be probably better to teach her how to control her seidr before she starts elementary school. We both know it was already quite adventurous sometimes in pre-school and the kindergarten..." Y/N grimaced slightly. "A bit, yes. But luckily most of the 'incidents' were absolutely hilarious." "Yes, the majority was, but... The older she gets, the more her powers are able to increase." "Well, in that case it's probably better if you teach her now..." Loki nodded, "I would say so, too, my love." before he moved his wife gently aside to stand up, causing her to pout. "Where are you going now, babe?" "Joining my daughter and niece." He said with a mischievous smile. Y/N rolled her eyes, but smiled as well. "Go easy on them." Loki just winked again and leaned down to kiss Y/N softly.

A day later, after Loki picked Ella up from the kindergarten, he decided to give the excited little girl her first lesson in magic.

"Ella?" He stood in the door frame of her room, smiling. "Yes, daddy?" Ella sat currently at the little table, on the pink chair and was colouring in her colour book. "Would you like to practice some magic with me, princess?" She quickly turned in her chair, eyes shining, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Oh yes, yes!" "Come on, then!" The little girl literally jumped up excitedly from her chair and followed her father through the hallways of the Avengers compound and out in the garden, where he knelt down in front of her. "Okay, sweetheart. The most important thing is, that you need to concentrate. You need to focus, yes?" Ella nodded quickly, was giddy with excitement. "Perfect. Now... I want you to close your eyes. Can you do that for me?" "Of course, daddy." Ella squeezed her oceanic blue eyes shut. "Here comes the more difficult part. You need to feel, Ella. Think of your seidr; the magic flowing through you. Try to feel it." "How do I know if I can feel it?" Loki smiled to himself. "You'll see, princess." He gently reached for her small hands, enveloped them with his bigger ones, "I am doing it with you." and closed his eyes as well. It didn't take Loki long to feel his powers, coursing through his veins. After all, he was well proved in this - a master of his magic. It was going to take Ella a while to master it as well, but Loki was certain that she was going to make it. Without a single doubt. "I can't feel it..." Ella said, audibly sad. "It takes a bit, Ella. Just try to keep thinking and feeling it." "Okay..." Another minute or so passed, before Loki heard her suddenly gasp. "Can you feel it?" He opened his eyes again, witnessing Ella nodding frantically. "I-I think." Then she started to giggle adorably, making the God smile again. "What do you feel?" "It tickles!" Ella said, still giggling. "That's good, princess! See, I told you… You are able to feel it!" The girl reopened her eyes as well, smiling brightly - without a doubt, her mother's smile. She lunged forwards to hug Loki, wrapping her short arms around his neck. He accepted the hug, of course, without wasting a second. The God would never get tired of holding his daughter. Never.

"What's next, daddy?" "You need to learn to control it. That's very important - like you know." Ella blushed at his words, knew as well that her magic caused a few incidents to happen in the past. "But it'll take time, so you need to be patient - something you still need to improve a bit, right?" Loki stated, gently tickling her belly, making her laugh again. "I know. Mommy told me before." Loki nodded. "We will start slow. I'll teach you simple magic tricks at first. In that way, you can learn to control it. Okay, Ella?" "Yes!" She clapped her hands, excitedly jumping up and down. "What are you going to teach me first?" "The first thing your grandmother taught me as well..." The God smiled at the memory, now playing inside his mind like a movie. "What is it, what is it?" "This." He outstretched his hand, palm upside. Ella's eyes widened in fascination, as she stared at his hand, when small fireworks erupted from it. It wasn't the first time she saw her father doing this, but it fascinated her every time anew - a thing that warmed Loki's heart. "How do I do that?? Show me, daddy! Show meee, please, please, please!" The God laughed at her eagerness and giddiness; the fireworks in his palms subsiding. "It's not that difficult. Think of fireworks and connect that thought to your palm." Ella nodded and stretched out her palm. "Just try it, princess - and remember to stay focused and concentrated. Don't be sad, if it doesn't work with the first try. Have patience." "I'll try, daddy." Ella then focused, stared at her palm concentrated. Nothing. She tried again, but it didn't work. "Keep trying." Loki said, attempting to reassure her. Ella tried again - still nothing. She let out a frustrated breath. "Are you sure I can do it?" Her father nodded, smiling softly. "I am certain. Patience, princess, patience." Ella outstretched her palm again. "Try to feel it. Feel your seidr, feel the fireworks tickling against your palm." The small girl nodded, focusing at the task ahead. At first, it still wasn't working, but suddenly, small sparks of red, green and blue escaped her palm, causing the girl's eyes to widen. "Daddy! Look!" "I can see it, Ella. Keep going!" He encouraged her. A few moments later, the small sparks turned into real fireworks. "I am doing it! I am doing it!" Ella exclaimed excitedly. Loki smiled, felt the proudness spreading through his body. "Very good, princess. I'm so proud of you." Ella's eyes shone bright. "Can I try again?" "Of course!" She smiled and tried again - with success. "Well done, Ella." She jumped once again up and down, causing her raven curls to bounce. "I have to show mommy!" She gasped. "And uncle Thor! And auntie Nat!" Before Loki could even say something, Ella stormed inside the compound. "Mommy! Mommy!" Loki smiled, watching her ran off. He was sure, that Ella would show her new learned magic trick everyone she saw on her way - and he absolutely adored it.

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stuckybarton · 2 years ago

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Company Party

SUMMARY: Now secretly married in the eyes of the law and of the state, but only engaged in the eyes of the public, it was during one of his company's many parties that he has finally introduced you to the much safer and more legal part of his business. But it didn't mean there weren't a few pest along the way. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Sylvie Laufeydottir; Thor Odinson. WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Public Sex; Bathroom Sex; Oral Sex (F! Receiving) Unprotected P in V; Dirty talks; Creampie; Bitchy Workers. WORDS: 5,735

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"You look beautiful, Wife." Loki purred against your ears as you continued to get ready for the party the company had set up to celebrate a great quarter.

It was also, the very first time you would actually be officially introduced as Loki's fiancé--instead of the café owner that would frequent the boss' office as random times of the day. You had always heard several rumors about you, more often than not there were never true but it always did give you a good laugh whenever you would see the gossipers making their way to the café and even more surprising was the fact their boss was also in the café acting like a complete goof for you.

But now things were different, you were now a Laufeyson, at least by the government standards you were. The big ass engagement ring and the slightly more discreet wedding ring made it evident. You were just hoping it wouldn't be something you had to be dealing in anything more than for social gatherings. You had made it perfectly clear with your husband that you did not want to change anything about your work now that you were married to him, things would remain the same and he was fine with it for as long as you would allow the watchful eyes of your guards be in the confinements of the café when he wasn't there with you. You agreed knowing your husband has his fair share of enemies.

"And you don't look too bad yourself, Laufeyson." You smiled turning to face your husband, eyes lingering at his darkening looks resting towards you. "How do I look?" You wondered shyly.

He never said a word, but instead allowed his hands to do all of the talking. Cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him, the steely erection digging through his pants was enough of an indicator of how much your husband loved the sight of you in green. His hand rose, the prickle on your skin grew evident as his hands now rested on the exposed part of your back. You had been cheeky this time around with your choice of dress, something that covered your neck to your chest, but exposed far too much of your back. It was enough to drive men crazy, but it was all of the sake of the man in front of you.

"Good enough to eat, My Love." He growled, leaning in closer to you. his breath fanning against your cheeks.

"Behave." You playfully pushed him away, knowing where his train of thoughts was heading and it was not the route you wanted to deal with after all the preparation you had to make to look even decently presentable for what was to come for tonight.

"You can't just leave me hanging like this." He spoke playfully, hands still very much resting on your exposed back.

"If you're a good boy, you'll get your reward." You incentivize seeing the sparkle in his blue eyes. "Deal?"

"I have you for two days and neither of us are leaving the confinements of the bed?"

"Maybe." You spoke coyly, finally giving in to your uncle's request of taking the month off to enjoy being newly weds for once with your husband. But that will be something you'll tell him after dealing with the party.

"Deal." He sealed the agreement with a kiss that had taken your breath away, like always when it comes to the man.

Eventually the two of you had made your way to the car that would drive you to the hotel where the party was to be held in. It had started hours ago, but being the Chairman and CEO, Loki loved to be fashionably late to said parties. All throughout the ride, your husband has been nothing but touched starved for you and for good reason. Having to be in the café and bakery for longer hours in preparation for your month off, it was only during this party that you and your husband would be together in a much more extended time than usual. You continually kept him in check when his hand slid far too high on your thighs, and every little filth that would come out of his mouth was momentarily ignored knowing what was to come tonight.

Eventually halting by the valet, your husband had slipped out first and opened your side of the car door to help you out. A smile on your face seeing how far he had come along since you had first met him. You didn't believe his family when they said it was your doing seeing the changes in him, if he truly wanted to change he will with or without you in the equation.

At the first sight of the flashing lights had you in a whirlwind as you were quickly guided by your husband inside, ignoring the numerous reporters that were hellbent in finding out who you were and what was the big ass ring around your fingers. This number of reporters took you by surprise, you know your husband was knowing throughout his business, but never to this extent knowing what he does behind the scenes.

"Should I even ask what that was about?" You playfully inquired your husband as soon as you were both in the safety of the reception. A few wandering eyes had been on the both of you.

"The Curse of the Odinson-Laufeyson name." He muttered. "It's become tamer over the years, that much I can assure you." He smiled before his face fell into a far too familiar cold mask that you had learned early on he uses to continue this façade in front of his employees and would-be enemies that would do anything and everything to see his downfall.

"Good thing I can share your burden with a glorious purpose." You smiled allowing the usher to finally escort you the banquet hall for the party.

Darcy was the first to greet the both of you, finally pulling away from your husband's grasp since your arrival, you had hugged your friend and complimented her for the black number she had on. Quick to inquire about how things had been going between her and your sister-in-law, Sylvie. A smile growing bigger on your face as she tried her best to ignore your question and instead focus her attention of Loki that was slightly amused by your line of question, probably doing the same to his younger sister when he comes to visit her.

"You're speech will be in a few hours, still can't convince you about the script we have written?" Darcy inquired.

"It's not needed." Loki brushed off before his attention return right back to you. "Drinks?"

"Champagne if they have it." You smiled and watched as your husband kissed you square on the lips for everyone in the party to see before leaving you with Darcy to continue with your conversation. "Well?"

"We're taking things slow." Darcy muttered. "I'm still preparing for the shit people around could throw at me for dating the boss' sister who was also to some degree is also my boss." She muttered.

You felt for Darcy, even without having worked in company yourself. You had always and constantly been called names after constantly being seen in the office without the boss truly confirming or denying your relationship with each other until now. Their words could be vicious, you don't doubt that Darcy would feel much worse being in the office in a much more extended time on a day to day basis.

"Me and Jane are always here if you need anyone to talk to. If you want why don't we schedule a mini-vacation for all three of us." You suggested, it would need a lot of convincing on Loki's part, but if it means reassuring your friend, you would do any means necessary to make it happen.

"Depends on your hubby's mood after the party." Darcy pointed out winking and you could only roll your eyes at the fact that her and your husband had once conspired to a surprise wedding for you a few weeks back. Now married without anyone knowing and planning for an actual wedding by next year, you were sure to make thing less complicated for anyone involved, expensive, but less complicated for everyone involved. "Come on you're still mad at me? Boss promised me I'd be your maid-of-honor if it was a success and I've got a killer dress just for the wedding too."

"Did you know that Loki also promised Sylvie that she will be the maid-of-honor while they were shopping for rings?" You pointed out making her mouth gape wide open earning a giggle out of you.

"That son of a bitch." She muttered and halted whatever else she was about to say when Loki returned with flute of champagne for you and for Darcy.

"Not drinking?" You had inquired seeing he was empty handed.

"I'll drink after the bloody speech is over." He muttered arm quick to wrap around your waist before turning his attention back to Darcy. "Keep me posted when it's time." He reminded.

"Yes, Boss." Darcy mock saluted before making her way rounds to socialize.

"Not in the mood to socialize yourself?" You teased your husband, taking measured sips not knowing who you would be encountering in the party and it was better to be as sober as you could with a little ounce of liquid courage to keep a straight face when needed.

"I much prefer to keep you away from the wandering eyes of the pigs in my company." he muttered and the giggle escaped your lips before you could even stop it. Him and his jealousy--possessiveness knows no bounds.

"Stop being a spoil-sport, Laufeyson." You teased, cupping his cheeks. "Here I thought you'd show me around and make me feel special." You teased knowing this had been the exact words he had initially stated when he told you he wanted you to be his plus one to the party.

He couldn't give his own quip at the booming voice of Thor and Sylvie took everyone's attention.

"You're fashionable late as always, Loki." Sylvie pointed out, pushing her brother away and wrapping you into a far too tight hug that took your breath away before you were pulled into another hug by Thor which was cut short by Loki that was quick to pull you right back into his arms. Again, possessive and jealous was the man's mood in this moment.

"Where is Jane?" You had found yourself asking, seeing no sign of your friend.

"Home, she is not feeling well." Thor looked far too happy to not have his wife with him. "Oh it's nothing bad, just some good news we hope to talk about tomorrow during lunch with Mother." he was quick to explain as you glared at him.

"Then a celebration is in order?" Loki quipped and your overprotectiveness over your friend had only made you realize exactly why the sudden absence. Loki quick to cover your mouth before you burst out the realization about Jane's pregnancy to the world. "I think it's best to keep it a secret from the people not part of the family." He points out playfully before finally pulling his hand away from your mouth.

"You two should start to socialize, I'm sure me and Y/N could have some time for ourselves for now." Sylvie smiled and before Loki could protest, you were pulled away by your sister-in-law and Thor was quick to drag him along with whoever would be keen on having a conversation with him.

Eventually losing sight of your husband, Sylvie was all smile as she continued to inquire about the wedding plans, at least the second wedding. It took a while for everyone to get around to the fact that you and Loki got married in your shared apartment without any of them present. But it was for the both of you at the time, you loved each other well enough to care less about the silly planning and elaborate designs that came with it. The second wedding would come eventually and you wanted your uncle to walk you down and your brothers to also be present for the wedding.

"Got plans for who will be your maid-of-honor?" Sylvie inquired.

You smiled and realize what this was about.

"If it's fine with you, I want you and Darcy to both be my maid-of-honor." You answered far to easily, amused with the blush that plastered her cheeks and it was better to compromised with the both of them. "Unless you don't want to help me and Darcy out."

"I'd love to!" She protest far too excitedly before slamming her hands on top of her mouth. "I mean, it's fine if Darcy is game with the arrangement." She backtracked to which you smirked about and a plan already forming in the back of your head for them.

"I've got a dress so most of the hard parts of the wedding is out of the way, why don't you and Darcy plan the Bachelorette party." You suggested. "Just not with the strippers like Jane's party, I don't want bloodshed on my party." You added playfully earning a giggle from the younger Laufeyson.

"I think I have something in mind and I'll talk to Ms. Lewis about it when I catch sight of her."

"I'm sure you will." You smirked and your eyes lingered on two women talking amongst themselves, but their eyes had been viciously glaring at your all throughout. It brought a sudden shiver down your spine at the sight of it. It was as if they were stabbing you with just their gazes.

They were typically the pretty types, taller-model like features and more of a display than a productive member of the company. You know their type, watching far too much rom-coms and series, you were wondering more if they actually worked for the company or if they were the plus ones that envied you for catching a bigger fish than they did.

"You okay?" Sylvie inquired following your gaze and the women now looking anywhere else but the both of you. "Ignore those two, they mean trouble, have been to Jane for a while before me and Hela had put a stop to it." She points out.

You blinked and this was even worse than you thought. They were always within your husband's time in the office. What would they do without you to see their antics. You know perfectly well the power and wealth your husband held, but it was nothing to the handsome face he was graced with. Everyone fawned over him and you could understand perfectly why, your jealousy for the women that would practically glue themselves to him made it evident. You trusted your husband that he will not be unfaithful to you, but it didn't stop the underlying possibility they would do any and every tactic to have their claws at him. A part of you has this feeling that they were the ones that had been spreading rumors about you in the office in your rare visits to his office for 'lunch' with him.

Before you know it, Sylvie had dragged you around, introducing you to everyone as Loki's girlfriend and fiancé, and proudly stating she was the favorite sister-in-law between the two sisters which you neither confirmed nor denied without facing the wrath of Hela if you catch sight of her.

It was refreshing to see everyone you've come into conversation with know you as the café and bakery owner and how they had often stopped by to sample your uncle's treats. It was a good conversation starter with a playful promise of discount if they showed their company id to the café. Eventually from the employees, you found yourself meeting some of your husband's higher executives you've also known had been involved with the other business. Conversation with them had been more civil and a little tense to your liking, as they know perfectly well that you know about your husband's other endeavors but were to afraid of scaring you off knowing about your husband's wrath if he catches wind of it.

Eventually when all of the important honchos and employees were done with, Sylvie had made it a point to introduce you last to the two women that had been eyeing you all night.

"Stacy, Lisa. Good to see the both of you in the party--uninvited." Sylvie snide and you tried your best to hide the smile from your lips. Sylvie can be terrible if she wants to be, to anyone that doesn't treat her family right--you were now part of that family it seems. "This is Y/N, Loki's fiancé." She introduced, pulling your hand closer to the two to see the giant rock around your finger.

"It's nice to meet you." The taller one, Stacy had spoke, but it was anything but nice from the fake smile she wore on her lips.

"We never thought you and Mr. Laufeyson would be serious." Lisa, the shorter bob-cut one pointed out.

"Nearly a decade together, I'm sure it was serious." You quipped downing the last of your champagne before returning the glass to the waiter roaming around. "He wouldn't have placed a ring on it, if it wasn't." You added, gaining much more confidence in front of the envious duo.

"But you know, things could change. Until there is a wedding, he can still change his mind." Stacy spoke offhandedly. "You never know, someone better might just pop and throw away the decade for the right reason." She smirked and that was enough to bring all the doubts and fear back in full force.

Loki could have any and every single woman he could have and yet she settled for someone like you. Someone with so much issues that you were yet to truly resolve all on your own, someone prettier, and a much more better background than yourself that would forever be stuck to being the owner of the café and the bakery.

"I think you went too far." It was Sylvie that had snapped at the woman's words. "How dare you say that to Loki's w--" You halted Sylvie's words. You and Loki had agreed to not yet tell the world about your marriage to prevent unnecessary hassle from everyone.

"It's fine. I trust Loki more than anything and he would rather kill himself that ever hurt me." You assured your sister-in-law, constantly hearing those words from your husband and was reassured as much, it was simply your own demons coming to haunt you in this moment and you needed a breather from everything, from the people that could and would possibly come between you and your husband if you weren't too careful.

Before Sylvie could say anything else, you had made you excuse to the bathroom to freshen up--when in reality did not want anyone to see you in the brink of tears in this very moment.

In your journey to the bathroom, what you don't realize was your husband seeing the entire interaction and was quick to follow you in your retreat, ignoring the conversation he was in at the moment. ~ It didn't take long for Loki to find your whereabout. The soft sobs echoing the female restroom was enough indicator to know where you were. Without an ounce of hesitation he had made his way inside and closing the door behind him. Anger coursed through his veins and he was contemplating with shooting the perpetrator's brains out would be a better way to get back or to simply embarrass them before firing them on the spot. But for this moment, his focus was on you, ensuring that you were alright before anything else. A part of him already wanting to ditch the party and just head home for takeout instead.

He pushed each of the cubicle until the last cubicle was locked and that was where you were. He knocked to which you gently pointed out that it was occupied--far too politely even in your tears.

"My Love, who do I need to kill?" He asked knowing it was enough to pull you out of the confinement of the cubicle. You did.

"I'm fine. No one needs to be killed." You pointed out, trying your best to wipe the last of your tears with the toilet paper you still held onto but with the tears still flowing it was hard to believe. It angered Loki more than he already was. He tried his best never to make you cry and someone of no significance to his life or to his company would do this to you. "I'm fine, it's just allergies." You lied.

"You are such a horrible liar, My Love." Loki pointed out with a smile. Hands have now come to cup your cheeks, thumbs slowly wiping away the remnant of your tears with his thumb. "Tell me what is bothering you, My Love."

"It's stupid." You muttered never once meeting his gaze and that alone had worried Loki even more.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to you and the tears." He continues to urge you. "Do not make me ask my own sister, because you and I both know she will tell me what I need to know when it comes to you and your wellbeing."

"You and your fucking power trips, Laufeyson." You snapped a semblance to the fiery woman he knows and loves. "It's nothing that you need to concern about, just some of the bitches that work for you thinking they have a chance with you."

"And you believe they do?" He snapped, annoyed that they had gotten to you like they did in this moment. "Do I need to remind you whose name you are you now? Or do I need to fuck you senseless all over again for you to understand that there will be no other woman for me but you?"

"I know that. Every single fucking day of my life with you, you remind me of the fact. I married you didn't I?" You snapped now shoving him away from you. "But that doesn't stop the fact that I wonder why you did marry someone like me. I'm a fucking hothead on a good day and a psychopath on the bad days yet you still want me when you can have any prettier models to your disposal that will never contradict you and never get on your nerves but you still chose me, planning a wedding behind my back even."

He sighed, throughout the years this was something Loki had learned was the baggage that came with his wife. You had your own issues, he had learned to live with it. Constantly assure you about his choices, about loving you. He had constantly believed it was the other way around when it comes to you. How it made him wonder why you would choose someone like him, the ghost of his past, the sins he was forever to do because of his line of work, the coldness that will never leave his very being, and darkness that will never see the light of day--all of his issue and yet you still chose him. Even after knowing his secret, you remained even when the opportunity to finally leave was already open for you--you stayed and you loved someone like him.

"My Love, nothing in this world would ever make me choose anyone else but you. After everything we have been through, the ups and downs, and all the trials and tribulation our relationship had been in, I would want no one else but you to be part of my life. I never wanted a wife or a child in my life until I met you. I never thought I would ever deserve the life that I want to have with you until now. You give this stone cold bastard a chance of a life away from what was presented upon me and I owe my life to you because of it. You make me the happiest, and with you I can become more human than the monster everyone paints me to be."

He had made his vows all those weeks ago, forever he will assure you of the love only you were capable of giving someone like him and he was not gonna stop now, more than ever you needed him and he will give you everything you would need to reassure you and to reassure of the relationship the both of you had throughout the years.

"I hate it when you get sappy on me like this." You muttered wiping the tears that started to fall from your eyes all over again. "You make me cry even harder."

He smiled pulling you back into his arms. He cared less at this point if you were ruining his shirt, he could buy a hundreds more, but it was in this rare moments together that he could truly ensure his devotion to you and to only you. ~ "No more, Loki." You whimpered against the cold tiles of the bathroom. Your skirt was practically bunched up around your waist and one of your legs had now rested on your husband's shoulder as he continued to eat you out for the better part of the hour.

But your husband wouldn't let up, kneeling in front of you and his lips and tongue had done anything and everything to bring you into the brink of cumming but never truly giving you your release. He was torturing you until you give in to him. The games that he plays and only he could win as soon as you relent and give in to him.

"Tell me who I belong to, My Love?" He demanded in between every lap his tongue had made.

"To me." You whimpered, muscles tightening as the climb to another unforgiving release you were uncertain if it would be given to you. "You're mine and only mine, Loki." You gave in, chanting the words you husband wanted from you before you know it he had stood back up into his full height, erection out and ready.

"Look at me, Y/N." He demands and you did, even as your legs were growing weak, you listened to him. Your eyes solely focused on the man and that was all you needed in the momentary lapse of doubt that swam in your mind. "Jump." He orders and you did.

Arms wrapped around his neck and your weaken legs wrapped around his waist as he finally impaled you with his cock. The fullness took you a moment to full adjust but as soon as you did, you pulled your husband into the much needed kiss. He rested your back onto the wall as he began to move his hips, hands held onto your waist for support as he fucked you like you were always meant to be fucked.

You could taste yourself against his lips. The taste of mint and Tabaco came after. Your hands dug onto his shoulder as he continued to hammer into your core. Even through the coat and shirt he had one, you were certain that you were breaking skin at how deep your nails were digging. He thrusted harder and you could do nothing at this point but to brace yourself in both the support of your arms around his neck and the cold title on your naked back--only now did you realize the mistake of choosing the backless dress.

"How could I ever want any other woman, when you are all I would want to pound into, My Love?" His filth had began, further bringing you closer to the brink.

"Don't stop." You demanded at this point, no longer caring at the possibility of anyone hearing you. All that mattered at this point was that your husband fucked you like his life depended on it, you can take care of the mess after. He pounded over and over, and your back had slid over and over the tiles without a care to the world. "I'm close." You announced already feeling the familiar coil begin to tighten at this point.

A rush had came as Loki chased his release alongside you own. Cum filling you in multiple spurt triggering your own release. Clamping yourself onto him as he slowed his movement and both of you were left sated. A smile, a genuine smile played on both of your faces. This was the last thing you had hoped to happen in the party, but your husband always has his ways.

"Better?" He asked placing numerous pecked all over your face. At this point you were certain your make up was ruined.

"Yup." You nodded, bracing against your husband's chest as he finally placed you back down, legs still jelly from his ministration of your body. "But I'm fairly certain your employees know we've been fucking in the Women's restroom." You pointed out making your way to the mirror and generally surprised that the only thing out of place was your lips stick.

Pulling out your lipstick from the inner pocket of your husband's coat, you tried your best to salvage it while your husband did his best to tuck himself back and help you out in slipping your panties on. His cum noticeable untouched as they dripped down your legs.

"We should get going, before Darcy starts looking for you." You finally point out slipping your lip stick back into his pocket and helping him in straightening his crocked bowtie. "Why the hell do you still look so taste even after fucking you in the bathroom?" You groaned earning a chuckle from him.

"Touché, My Love, touché."

The momentary silent between the both of you post-coitus was rudely interrupted at the sight of Darcy making her way to inside, panicking.

"There you two are! You're up in five minutes. Stop with the quickie!" Darcy snapped.

You chuckled and caught sight of the same women that had been the reason for the mess in the bathroom to begin with. You turned to your husband, pulling him by his bow tie and pulling him into a far too scandalous kiss for the two snakes to see.

"Knock them dead, Laufeyson." You teased patting him against his chest before following both him and Darcy out of the bathroom.

Only at the sight of numerous women waiting for the bathroom vacancy did it finally dawn to you what you and your husband had done.

"Before I forget." Loki had halted in front of Stacy and Lisa. "I do not want to see you in the company ever again. I will make sure the both of you will be blacklisted from every company in New York from now on." No longer was the humor and warmth in your husband's voice as he spoke directly to the two. It scared even you at this point, what your husband could be if truly provoked. "You would dare disrespect my wife in my own party?!" His voice grew dangerously loud at this point that you had to hold onto him before he does anything too rash.

"Loki, it's okay. I'm okay. We're okay." You reassured him but his focus was still on the two that were begging him not to make true of his words.

"You two are fired, I should have done this years now for what you have done to Ms. Foster and Ms. Lewis." He spat ordering his security to escort the two away as Darcy now had to drag the both of you back to the reception hall where Loki pulled you back into a kiss before making a jog to the stage just in time for his name to be called for the closing speech.

"I swear to God, Loki still has the antics of a teenager." You jumped at the sight of Sylvie now joining you and Darcy as the MC continued on with the introduction.

"You tell me, I had to wait before the coast was clear." Darcy agreed making you simply shrug at this point. No longer capable of defending yourself being caught in the act and having the both of them on your case.

You had to shush the two love birds when your husband was finally given the microphone and wanted so bad to know what his words would be for the success of the company in the quarter.

"The success of not only this quarter but the few years had been nothing short of astounding, not just to me but as well as the investors and each and every single employee. Constantly I was inquired what had changed, but all I could say is I have been thankful and took life in a much different perspective, different from what my father had made for this company, different from what his father before him had done. I am thankful for the employees that do their best for the company. To my family that had been working alongside me into moving the company into a far more different direction that what it was once known for and lastly, to my wife, Y/N Y/L/N, that had been with me all throughout this transition and had been someone I could confine with in nothing but our pajama about the numerous growing pains of the company and she would simply encourage me even in my growing frustration, but constantly made sure that what I did would also benefit the people working for the company. Thank you, My Love."

As he said the last sentence his gaze had been focused on you, and literally everyone else also did.

"Did he just--" Sylvie was left speechless just as much as you were.

Nothing else of his words were getting to you at this point, your idiotic but far too possessive husband had done the very thing that you did not want him to do. You were going to kill him, as soon as he got off the stage, you will kill him for the mess he was about to make out of your life in this moment.

"I'm gonna kick his ass for this." Darcy muttered, panicked for the PR team she would need to assemble because of your husband's words.

"Get in line, I got first dibs." You muttered.

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lokiprompts · 2 years ago

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The Shifter - Chp 5

Summary: You recover from your near death experience, have a day with Loki...and he gives you an offer you can't refuse, or can you?

Warnings: Swearing, smut if you squint.

Words: ~7600. It's a longer one. A lot happens. Just read it, okay. I love this chapter, so it's worth it.

Other chapters on my master list.

Loki looked at your sleeping form, still wrapped up in blankets on the hospital bed in the Med Bay of the tower. You were breathing out quiet snores and he couldn’t help but smile a bit, brushing your hair out of your face. The God had spent the better part of an hour lying next to and silently sobbing, dreading what would happen when you woke up again. Each time you woke up, you didn’t remember him or where you were and this last time, you almost died. He wondered if you were suffering in your world too, and it broke his heart to think about it. You had shared that you didn’t have many important, close people in your life and so it tore him in two to imagine you being alone.

What if you died, alone in your apartment? That horrifying thought drove him out of the hospital bed and down to a special level of the tower. He walked up to a locked double door and after pressing a few buttons on a keypad, the doors swung open and closed behind him after he stepped in. The room was elegant to say the least with accents of light blue and gold. Though it was quite small, it held all the necessities. A bed, a dresser, and a writing desk. And at the writing desk was the one person Loki needed so desperately to talk to.

His mother, Frigga.

She had been required to stay in this room while Bruce and Dr. Strange studied her. It isn’t every day that someone just materializes from the afterlife, so they wanted to make sure she wasn’t a threat. When this fact was explained to the Asgardian brothers, they just about lost their minds. How dare they keep their mother locked away in this room?! Thankfully their mother was much more patient, and much more understanding than her two hot headed sons. Ultimately, they all agreed to the arrangement if she could leave her room under the supervision of one of her sons.

Frigga spotted Loki as soon as he walked in and stood up to greet her youngest son. Frigga wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace and she immediately felt all the stress he harbored in his tall frame.

Pulling away, she looked at him and his now tear-filled eyes, “Loki, what’s wrong?”

He sniffled, only allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of her, “She’s dying.”

“The mortal?”

He nodded and choked out a sob and she grabbed him again in her arms, holding him close and rubbing his back as he poured his emotions out in the crook of her neck.

“Shhh,” She cooed, “Everything will be alright. What is wrong?”

Loki remained in his mother’s embrace, mumbling into her hair, “She is dream walking, but she isn’t doing it on purpose. It is completely uncontrolled and happens every time she sleeps. Her consciousness can’t handle being transported from one universe to another and it’s killing her.” His body shook in her arms as he cried.

“You care about her.” Frigga stated, simply, like it was a known and indisputable fact.

That finally made him pull away from the comfort of his mother’s arms, “That is the other thing. I barely know her! It has only been a few days and, and…” He let out a long breath, “I can’t seem to let her go.”

Frigga hummed a bit, nodding her head knowingly, but not saying anything else.

“Hmm? That is all that you have to say?” Loki wiped his eyes with a heavy hand, the anger of losing it in front of anyone starting to get to him.

“You are very intelligent, Loki. You know what this is.”

Loki thought for a moment, standing still in the middle of his mother’s room. The wheels in his head were turning at full speed as he began to process everything that has happened over the past few days, all the emotions he felt, and this new connection with you. A look of realization swept across his face, and he held up a hand to his mother.

“No. That’s not it.” He furiously shook his head, like he was trying to shake off the inevitable truth.

“Some things are true, whether or not we believe they are.” Again, she shrugged. She always held such a calm demeanor around her passionate son. It brought him peace, much like your presence has. His shoulders sunk, like he accepted his fate, unwilling to fight it anymore.

“But how can I help her?”

Frigga walked back up to her son and rubbed her hands up and down his arms. Loki towered over her, but all she saw was her little boy, looking small, fragile, and helpless.

“I have heard of this situation before. It is very rare, but not unheard of. There are only two options. She can learn how to control her dream walking…”

“And the other option?”

“Or she stops dream walking all together. Forever staying in one universe. Usually, it is the universe they came from.”

Loki studied his mother’s face for a moment, “but it doesn’t have to be where they came from? She can stay here?”

She nodded, “Yes, she can, but it isn’t easy.”

Loki sat down on her bed, making himself at home and ready for a long conversation. “Tell me everything.”

As Loki spoke to his mother, your mind had traveled back to your world. Still, everything felt like a hazy dream to you, and you woke up feeling like you got hit by a bus. You groaned as you sat up, your head spinning for a moment. The memories from last night’s dream, for the first time in several nights, were unclear. There were flashes of people in black, Loki, Thor, and a room so bright. A kiss.

Your fingers tenderly touched your lips as you remembered the dream, a small smile creeping on them. The sun was shining brightly through your living room window. What time was it anyways? Finally, you stood up on wobbly legs and made your way to your kitchen where apparently you left your phone. It was 8:30am. There was no way you were going to make it to work on time! Especially without having figured out a ride the day before. Panic was setting in now, so you called your boss to let him know you would be late. The conversation didn’t go as planned.

You were fired.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks by the end of the phone call, and you pleaded for him to reconsider. You weren’t even technically late yet, you explained. But all he said was you were clearly struggling with time management and your work was lacking. You tried to argue with him, telling him he did not have a strong enough case to fire you. Then he explained the concept of an ‘at will state’ to you. ‘At-will means’, he rattled on, ‘that an employer can terminate an employee at any time for any reason, except an illegal one, or for no reason without incurring legal liability. The write up he gave you the other day was enough. He finished by saying he would leave a box with your things at the front desk. The phone went dead.

You fought every urge to chuck your phone across the room and smash it to pieces, but a part of you, a small part of you that still held a bit of sanity, remember how ridiculous expensive a smart phone was. So, you put it down and opted to throw a drinking glass at the wall, ducking when the glass shattered and bounced back at you. Suddenly, you doubled over, a sharp pain in your head as you started to have flashes in your mind. Things you didn’t remember. You were throwing things…throwing things at, Loki?

The pain quickly subsided, and you wiped your tears. This week has been one of the worst you’ve had in a long time, and you needed comfort. First, you called your friend Amanda. She didn’t answer the phone and then you debated calling Stephen. He used to be the first person you could call for situations like this. In fact, he was your best friend, and your relationship was perfect for the longest time. It was everything you dreamed, but then things changed. Things got comfortable and for a while, that was nice. There’s peace in familiarity.

Then it wasn’t so nice. You started to feel like he would take advantage of your kindness. He would ask things of you, knowing you had a hard time saying no. He started to not care about your pleasure at all during sex. The sweet letters, the flowers, and grand gestures ended. The romance died. But one of your greatest flaws was that you were a creature of habit and comfort yourself. The unknown terrified you. That is why you were at your job for years, despite feeling bored and unfulfilled. And that is why you remained with Stephen all these years, even though you weren’t sure if you even loved him anymore.

Who even could love you? You were average at best. Nothing exciting to offer. The best thing about you was your baking skills. That and your heart of gold. But everyone always took advantage of that. So, you kept your circle small. It was hard to trust. To love.

No wonder why you fell for a fictional man. It was easier to open up to and love someone who didn’t even exist. God, you were fucked up.

You pressed call on your phone, tabling your existential crisis in lieu of something familiar. After a couple of rings, Stephen answered. You barely couldn’t even speak, only breathing out hiccups and sobs as panic washed over to you.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” You explained to him that you were at your apartment, and he told you that he was on his way there now.

Staring at the wall of your apartment, you sat and waited for him. It felt like only a few minutes, but he was soon at your door, letting himself in with the spare key you had given him. He was immediately by your side, wrapping an arm around you as you curled into his chest. Fresh tears poured down your cheeks. Your body felt so awful, so tired and your mind and heart felt worse. Everything ached.

After a few minutes, you managed to calm down and explained to him what happened; how you lost your job and how you haven’t been sleeping well and the headaches. Oh, the headaches. He looked at you with such worry in his eyes and it was refreshing. Usually, he was so cold. You couldn’t remember the last time he held you like this.

“Everything will be okay, I promise.” He smiled at you, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“How can you be so sure?” You whispered.

Stephen took your hands in his, his thumbs rubbing over your soft skin, “I had actually wanted to talk to you about something.” He looked nervous and you thought that this was the moment. The moment your relationship would end. The timing was terrible, yet you were numb. You felt ready for it.

“I want to take our relationship to the next level.” He looked at you in the eye and after releasing one of your hands, he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a small, black box.

“Oh my god.” Was all that you could squeak out.

“I know things haven’t been that exciting or us lately, but I can’t imagine my life without you. You are so sweet, so kind, and I am so honored to know you and to be with you. Let me take care of you.” He opened the ring and presented it to you. It was simple, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t something you would have picked out for yourself.

The proposal wasn’t the long-winded speech you had dreamed about since you were a child either, but it made sense. It shocked you how much it made sense. You knew he could take care of you. He had a great job and you both knew each other inside and out. The idea of marrying Stephen wasn’t so outlandish.

But still, you find yourself staying silent. Your mouth opened and closed, desperately trying to find the words but nothing came. Stephen seemed to realize the crisis you were having, and thankfully gave you an out.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now. We can have a quiet day, make some food, binge watch some television. You can sleep on it and give me an answer later, okay?”

You nodded your head dumbly, still shocked at what just happened. In a matter of hours, you were fired and now Stephen had proposed to you. Life is wild.

It was close to lunch time at this point, and Stephen offered to make you food. The man wasn’t an astounding cook, but you appreciated the way he was offering to take care of you. It was a nice change of pace. He got up, wiggling his eyebrows at his suggestion of mac n cheese and you giggled. You watched him make quick work in the kitchen on the simple, but delicious meal. You pulled yourself from the couch to make yourself something to drink while you waited for the food to be done.

Stephen must not have noticed your presence in the kitchen and unceremoniously opened a cupboard door right into your forehead. The corner of the wood dug into your skin and your head started to bleed everywhere. Quickly, you cupped your face and Stephen was apologizing profusely, using your kitchen towel to put pressure on your head.

After a few minutes of your tears and now, a blood soaked towel, Stephen evaluated your cut, “I think you are going to need stitches.”

You groaned, “I can’t afford that.” Stephen gave you a pointed look.

“That doesn’t matter. We need to get this cut closed. I will help you pay for it, okay? Let’s get you to the ER.”

The day went from awful, to weird, to worse. You spent several hours at the ER and you grumbled the whole time about how your town needed to desperately get an urgent care and how the health care system is fucked beyond repair. Then, after what felt like forever, you were finally brought back and were given several stitches in your forehead. It took a matter of minutes and it just made you angrier.

The ride back to your apartment was quiet. You pressed your head against the passenger side window, careful of your now tender head. Stephen was gracious throughout the whole process. Sweet. Patient. Even when you ranted and complained for hours. He just held your hand and listened. Then, when you finally got home, he tucked you into bed. It was still early in the evening, but you felt so tired. This chaotic day, just needed to end. Stephen slipped in next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Soon, your eyelids grew heavy, and you fell asleep.

It felt like just a few minutes since you dozed off, that you woke up again. The light was bright and at first, you thought you slept so hard, so deep that it was already the next morning. Your eyes fluttered open, and you noticed you weren’t in your bedroom. It was the Avenger’s Med Bay. You recognized it immediately. The brightness of the lights was too much for your sensitive eyes, so you closed them again.

You heard a female voice, “Oh, my god. What happened to your forehead?!”

“Cupboard.” You sleepily grumbled.

“Someone call him and let him know that she’s awake!” The same woman called out, but you didn’t miss the slight twinge of terror in her voice.

You settled back into the bed and started to dose off again, when another much louder voice startled you awake.

“Norns! What happened to her head!” The voice roared. There was so much anger laced into every word spoken and you heard a shuffle of scurrying feet. You faintly heard someone whisper ‘it just appeared. We have been watching her. Nothing happened. We didn’t even treat her for the cut.’

You turned your head to the angry voice, and you saw Loki standing there with clenched fists, struggling to not unleash his anger on some innocent nurse who was giving him an update on your condition.

“Loki?” You hoarsely whispered and he whipped his head to you. The scowl on his face quickly softened and he was by your side in an instant, kneeling beside your bed and holding your hand.

“Dove, you remember me? How are you feeling? How is your head?” His speech was pressured as he anxiously rattled off all these questions and you giggled. For a moment, Loki look relieved, but his eyes were focused on the cut on your forehead. You saw where he as looking and sighed.

“Of course, I remember you.” Your hand traveled up to your injured head and you hissed at the contact, “It was the cupboard…” You groaned, your head now throbbing.

“Stephen hit me and –“

“He hit you?!” Loki yelled, now standing from his position on the floor, “The man you’re with, this Stephen, he HIT YOU?!” He started to pace the room with rage now contorting his face.

“Loki it wasn’t like tha-“

“I am going to kill him! I am going to travel through the multiverse and make him regret even touching you.” Loki was seething, practically walking grooves into the linoleum floor with how frantic he was.

“Loki, that’s enough!” You yelled out and it was enough to get him to stop in his tracks and look at you.

“It was an accident,” You explained, “We were making food and he opened the cupboard door and it hit me.”

Loki rolled his eyes, “So, he’s an idiot then.” The utter distain for Stephen was positively dripping from the God’s tongue.

You crossed your arms and turn away from him, “It’s more like I am an idiot. I am the one who walked right into the stupid cupboard.” You mumbled the words under your breath, but Loki heard them none the less. Again, he was on his knees next to you.

“No, no, Dove. Don’t you ever say that about yourself, alright?” You gave him a little nod, still slightly embarrassed that your fictional man crush knew that you walked into a cupboard door today. Loki stood up again and pressed a very gentle finger to your stitched up head. The tip of his finger started to glow green, and your flesh started to put itself back together. The stitches fell out of your head and landed on the blanket in your lap and soon. You reached up to touch where the cut was, and your fingers briefly brushed against his. It was like you were never injured.

“That is incredible!” Your eyes sparkly at him.

There was a faint blush on Loki’s pale cheeks, and he shrugged his shoulders, “It’s nothing. Happy to help.”

“You’re blushing.” Now, you were grinning at him, and your pointed observation seemed to fluster him more. You were expecting some sort of sarcastic quip, but he surprised you.

“So, what if I am?”

You didn’t know what to say, but the way he was looking at you with such tenderness had your own cheeks turning red. “Well, I like it.”

Loki started to fiddle with his fingers and chew his bottom lip. The nervous man next to you was a far cry from the murderer that tried to take over New York. This was something else; someone shy and sweet. Loki’s walls weren’t easy to bring down, but apparently you made it to the other side, and you never wanted to leave.

Soon, a nurse who was nervous too, but for very different reasons, made her way over to the two of you and said that Dr. Strange had looked at your most recent vitals and results, and you were free to leave the Med Bay if you weren’t alone. Loki grinned at you.

“Well, good thing I have a day planned for us.”

Loki helped you out of bed and with another flourish of green, you were out of your hospital gown and in a cute sun dress. You gave him a little twirl and he was beaming at you, like you hung the sun, the moon, and the stars. You’ve never had someone look at you like that before, and you like how it felt.

Offering the crook of his arm again, he walked you out of the Med Bay and started to explain what his grand plan for the day was.

“So, you basically want me to plan my day?” You couldn’t help but tease him about his idea.

Loki grabbed at his chest, feigning offense, “Now, I thought that you spending the day doing all the things you wanted to do with me was a great idea. I am your favorite after all.”

You bumped your shoulder into his, smiling softly “Yes, you are.” Loki conjured a pen and a paper for you. There was no way that you would let Loki know your plans for the whole day, right away, and so you twisted your body away with him with a sly smile and quickly came up with a list of things you wanted to do with the God. Go for a walk-through Central Park, have some ice-cream, slow dance, braid his hair…. Honestly, the list would be endless, but you only had the day and you wanted to try and make the most of it.

Spinning on your heel, you turned to him with a face splitting wide grin, “You will do whatever I want, right?”

Loki saw your expression, sizing you up and trying to determine if he honestly should or if he would regret it. But the longer he looked at you, the more he relaxed and the tender, soft eyes came back, “Anything.”

You couldn’t help but jump up and down with glee, holding your sacred Loki list close to your chest. The excitement almost left you breathless and Loki was just looking at you with an amused expression.

“Okay, okay,” You started, catching your breath, “I want to wear your horns.”

“My horns?” You nodded enthusiastically and he smiled, a proud smile. You swore he even puffed out his chest a little bit. With a swirl of his finger, his long, infamous horns adorned your head. Your brows shot up as you tried to get a good at yourself and Loki conjured you a mirror. Happy giggles bubbled up from your throat as you tippy-tapped your feet, the joy bursting from your body.

“I thought it would be heavier.”

He looked down at you, smiling gently, “I adjusted the weight for you, Dove.” He didn’t want to tell you, but he loved you in his horns. It…did things to him.

You turned quickly at him, trying to copy his signature smirk and he let out a loud laugh. A genuine, real laugh, and you knew you wanted to hear more of it.

“Now, kneel!” You commanded with playful authority, pointing your finger at him. The look on your face was stern, but the smile that was twitching at the corner of your lips gave you away. Much to your surprise, the God of Mischief immediately kneeled before you.

“Yes, my Queen.” Oh…

Now, you couldn’t help but smile, “I thought you would put up more of a fight. Kneeling for a mortal at all.”

He reached forward, grabbing your hand, and placing a long, tender kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never left yours, “I will always kneel for you.”

The look he gave you sent shivers down your spine, but you retracted your hand. The feeling was too intense, and you found yourself flustered, but retreating.

Clearing your throat, “Onto the next thing then?” Loki nodded and stood up. There was a little frown on his face, but you let it go. You were aware that you had hurt his feelings, but you couldn’t handle that right now. Not after the day you had and Stephen’s proposal. You asked Loki to remove your helmet and just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

You were in the common area of the Avenger’s Tower, so grabbed his arm and walked him over to one of the couches. Sitting down on the couch, you invited him to sit between your legs on the floor. He hesitated, before sitting down like he asked. Without saying a word to him, you started to comb your fingers through his hair. At first, he jerked at the touch, more out of surprise because he quickly leaned his head back into your hands. The God practically melted in your lap.

“This was on your list?” He asked, letting his eyes slip closed and enjoy you playing with his hair.

“Absolutely. I love your hair, especially your curls.” You saw him smile a little bit and you loved looking down at him. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed. The position really allowed you to study his facial features without fear of scrutiny. His sharp jawline, chiseled cheek bones, and pink, pillowy lips.

“You’re staring.” You saw how he was now grinning at you, his eyes still closed.

“I can’t help it. You’re so handsome.”

He blushed again and stayed quiet for a while, before whispering ‘thank you.’ Seeing his reaction spurred on a brand-new idea and a mischievous smile grew on your face.

“And so smart. Probably one of the smartest people in all the nine realms.” You complimented him, cool as a cucumber and still combing your fingers through his hair. The little groans that were coming out of the God were so satisfying. You swore he started purring.

“Thee smartest.” He corrected and you scratched his scalp.

“Of course. The smartest and the strongest sorcerer around. An unrivaled marksmen, incredible fighter, and expert tactician.” His shoulders started to sag as he became putty in your hands. With each compliment, he became more and more red. When he started to chew on his lower lip, you knew you were succeeding in your mission.

“I love your hair. It’s so soft…and your eyes? The prettiest blue I had ever seen.” Your hands moved down from his scalp to the base of his neck and to his shoulders where you kneaded and massaged his muscles. Each little pleasure filled moan that escaped his lips, brought you bursts of joy. You knew he needed this. But part of you was doing this for selfish reasons. Secretly, you wanted to let your hands roam all over his body and as you rubbed his shoulders, the palms of your hands came dangerously close to top of his chest. You heard his breath hitch in his throat.

“I thought this day was supposed to be about you?” He opened his eyes to peek at you and you flashed him a smile.

“No, this day is about me doing what I wanted with you…and I wanted to pamper and spoil you a bit. You deserve it…my King” You swore, you saw the God’s brain short circuit at that. But it wasn’t until you peppered his forehead with kisses that you finally broke him.

Loki jumped up from his spot on the floor, heavy lidded from his relaxed state, “Okay, enough of that. What’s next on your list, Dove?”

You stuck out your lower lip as you pouted, “I was supposed to braid your hair!” Your eyes were big, innocent, and pleading and Loki knew there was no way he could say no to you when you looked at him that way. With a frustrated huff, he sat back down on the floor and told you to braid his hair but do so quickly. You snuck a quick kiss to his temple, thanking him, before putting his hair in a beautiful French braid.

He stood up, and gave you a little twirl, like how you did in your dress and your grinned, clapping your hands, “Beautiful!”

Loki reached down and pulled you up from the couch, “Okay, okay, enough of that. You are going to turn me into a flustered mess if you don’t stop.”

You loved how he freely admitted to you that you were flustering him. “Well, it is one of my favorite Loki activities.” You bat your eyelashes at him, but as quickly as you started you stopped. Who the hell were you? You were shamelessly flirting with Loki of Asgard! The moments with Stephen started to flood back to you and you suddenly felt guilty.

You stepped back from Loki, using the guise of grabbing your list as an excuse to not be so close to him. It didn’t work. The hurt in his eyes was obvious. You had him so happy, so floaty and you tore him right back down. This was all a dream, but you knew you needed to be more careful with him. Loki has been hurt enough.

Walking back over to him, you offered his hand to him, and he took it. Both of you were reflecting feelings of relief back at each other. “Now, a walk in Central Park.” He smiled at you and led you out of the Tower, but not after passing many lingering and nosey eyes. Things at the Tower has been chaotic since your first dream there and it seemed like everyone knew your business. Their stares were burning into your soul, and you found yourself leaning more into Loki

After a walk through the city, you finally made it to Central Park. The walk there felt super quick, because everyone seemed to part like the sea on the sidewalk for Loki. The God exuded power from his very pores, and here you were, walking along with him like you were his favorite person. The walk was pleasant and talking to hm came easily. There were no awkward lulls and he seemed so genuinely interested in you and your life.

“They fired you?!” He stopped right in the middle of path when you told him what happened to you that morning in your world.

You shrugged your shoulders, “It’s just a job. I will find another one.”

He stepped in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders, “Will you be okay?”

You avoided his gaze, but the look of worry on your face was apparent, “I think so. Money is tight, but I will figure it out. I always have.”

He turned you around, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, tucking you into his side. You both resumed walking, “I wish I could help you. If you stayed here, I could convince the Man of Iron to give you all sorts of money. You could live in the tower! You would want for nothing!” As Loki rambled, he got more and more excited, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“That would be something. Too bad I can’t stay.”

Loki looked down at you, “Yes, too bad. Dove, actually, I had wanted to ask you something…” Before he could finish, you were practically dragging him down the pathway to a kiosk in the park.

“Ice cream, Loki, ice cream!” You bounced up and down with excitement and pointed at the sweet treat kiosk like a child. He chuckled at you.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“You said you hadn’t tried many sweet things here and ice cream is my personal favorite and I absolutely insist you try it.” Loki found your excitement infectious and with all your time together, he felt a sudden wave of boldness. While you looked at the menu of flavors and toppings, he snuck up behind you and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. Much to his delight, you let out a contented sigh and leaned back against him. His lips lingered when he kissed your temple.

“What are you thinking about getting, Dove?” His lips hovered by your ear, and you shuddered. He must have assumed you were cold because he wrapped his arms tighter around you, rubbing your arms a bit.

“I’m not sure, What about you, Mischief?”

Now, his lips brushed against the supple skin of your face as he talked, “I trust you, Dove. Order for me.” He felt you melt against him, and it made his heart flutter with happiness. You pulled away from him and you heard him whine a bit and you flashed him a smile over your shoulder. You placed your order, opting to get both you and Loki plain, vanilla waffle cones. Classic, sweet, but not too intense.

You offered the treat to him, and he took it from you, looking at it suspiciously. The ice cream was already starting to melt in the heat and so you made quick work of licking the sides to keep it from dripping down onto your hand. After a few licks, you caught Loki staring at you. His ice cream was dripping, but he was too focused on you and your mouth to even noticed. You wiped a dribble of ice cream off the corner of your mouth, but not before winking at Loki.

“Better get licking, Loki.”

His crystal blue eyes snapped back to his cone, and he gave it a little kitten lick. Immediately, his eyes went wide before he dove in and devoured it like a man starved. Now, it was your turn to stare.

Both of you finished your cones and Loki insisted on taking you to your next location. He wouldn’t tell you, but you smirked when you arrived back at the tower, “Am I going to finally see your room, Mischief?”

He looked down at you, looking a bit sheepish, “Yes, actually. I have something planned. But enough questions! I want to maintain some of the surprise.” You grabbed a hold of his arm, and you made your way back into the tower. Silently, you both boarded the elevator and Loki hit a button of a floor you had yet to be on, and after riding up, you both stepped off. The hallway was long and there were a series of doors. It reminded you of your apartment building and you wondered if the other Avenger’s lived here too. Finally, Loki stopped at a door. You gave him a confused look when you realized his door didn’t have a doorknob.

He grinned at you and with a wave of his hand, the door swung open, “Keeps out unwanted visitors.”

You stepped into his room and was in awe. It was beautiful and everything reminded you of Loki. The walls were painted a dark green and there was dark, wood accents. On every shelf there were books and unique trinkets. The living room was so inviting, cozy. You could see yourself sitting here for hours while reading, but you guessed that was the point. But what really took your breath away was the plethora of candles that were lit everywhere throughout the apartment. It was stunning.

“And what if I want to visit you?” You breathed, still in awe.

Loki looked down at you, pleased to see that you appreciated his effort, “You are a very welcome guest, Dove. Come.” He took your hand and lead you to a door that took you out to a balcony. There, was a table, two chairs, and gourmet meals waiting for you. More candles covered the balcony, and it gave you an amazing view of the city at sunset.

“This is incredible, Loki.” He pulled out a chair for you and you sat down. He sat across from you, looking incredibly nervous. You inhaled your food, enjoying the taste. You wondered where he got it from or maybe it was magic? Yet, he barely touched it.

“Not hungry?” You commented, taking another delicious bite. You moaned at the taste.

“Not particularly.” He shifted a bit in his seat, “Was there anything else on your list?”

You put down your fork, giving Loki a wide smile before standing up and offering him your hand, “May I have this dance, my dear Prince?”

His cheeks reddened at the endearment, but he graciously took your hand and came around the table to stand with you. He moved your hands to their proper placement on his shoulder, his other hand holding yours tightly and pulling you close by the waist.

“I just realized I can’t dance,” You laughed, “I did not plan this out very well.”

Loki smiled down at you, “Well, like you said, I am a prince and so am an expert at dancing. I will lead you.” And lead you he did. All his movements were fluid and graceful, and with his gentle strength he spun you around the small balcony. At one point he lifted your feet clear of the floor and you went into a fit of giggles as he whirled you around. Soon, you slowed down to a nice, easy sway. With your head on his chest and his chin on your head, you signed contently. This was perfect.

“Was there anything else on your list, Dove?”

You hummed contently, “Well, that list is honestly endless. I want to do everything with you.”

He was quiet for a moment as he thought, “What if there was a way for that to happen?”

You nuzzled your nose against the fabric of his shirt, inhaling his scent. It wasn’t something you noticed before. The sweet smell of pine and freshness of winter. Something that was so distinctly, Loki and you found it intoxicating. “I don’t know what you mean, Loki.” There was another beat of silence as you swayed together.

“I wanted to invite you to stay at the Tower.” He cleared his throat, “Permanently.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, now lifting your head to look at him, “But aren’t I here at the Tower?”

He moved his hands to cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your soft skin, “I mean, staying here in our universe permanently. When you sleep, your mind would stay here.”

You didn’t know what to say. Universes? Everyone keeps on telling you this, but you know it wasn’t possible and you told Loki so, “This is a dream, Loki. Dreams aren’t permanent.”

Loki let go of you suddenly and slammed his fist on the table in frustration, “This isn’t a dream, Y/N! This is real! Everything here is real.” He stepped forward again, realizing he startled you by yelling. He grasped both of your hands in his as you remained frozen, “How I feel about you I real.”

“How you feel about me?” you groaned, withdrawing your hands from his “You are a fictional character, Loki! I dream about you because I absolutely love your character! And this dream in particular is me just processing how Stephen proposed to me!”

Loki’s eyes went wide with shock, “He proposed?”

You leaned back against the wall of the balcony, “Yes.”

The silence between you two now was heavy. Loki debated asking his next question, but he needed to know. He didn’t see a ring on your finger, so there was a swell of hope in his chest.

“And what did you say?”

You looked everywhere, but Loki. The day was so perfect, but you knew your subconscious had to work through this, “I haven’t given an answer yet.”

“Do you think you will say yes?”

“Why are you asking me this, Loki?!” You snapped at him, now pacing around the balcony, “What is the point of this conversation?”

He was right on your heels, stepping closer to you. His eyes were big and pleading. This was not going according to plan, “You told me that if you had the chance, that you would leave him for me.”

You shrieked, “It doesn’t matter what I would or wouldn’t do. This isn’t real, Loki!” Loki stepped right up to you as you stood there, panting. With careful movements, he reached up and gently cupped your cheek. There were so many emotions swirling in his eyes, and you wanted to get lost in them. He was the God of Lies, but his eyes conveyed nothing but the truth.

“Yes, this is real, Dove. I’m real. Feel me.” He moved your hands from your sides up to his face and your thumbs gently stroked his cheek. Soon, you both were leaning into each other and closing the distance when your lips touched. First, it started soft, and tender, much like your first kiss, but then it quickly got heated. Loki pushed you against the wall, kissing you passionately. His long grazed against your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you opened your mouth to let him in. Your tongues danced with each other, leaving you breathless. He pulled away from you, only to latch his lips onto the side of your neck, now mumbling against your skin.

“I know you think of me all the time. Like how I think of you.” He licked a long stripe on your neck, and you moaned, “I won’t share you with him.”

Loki’s hands traveled down to your breast and began palming at your flesh, tweaking your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You were lost in the sensations of him and soon was arching your back, chasing the pleasure, and not even registering what he was saying.

“You are mine,” He growled into your neck, “My soulmate.”

Well, that broke your trance. You pushed him away from you, bewildered beyond all believe. “What are you talking about, Loki?! Soulmates?!”

You saw Loki start to crawl back into the safety of his shell in real time, leaving his usual confident self-locked away and the meek, withdrawn little boy standing before you. It was clear he didn’t know what to say as he stood there, playing with his fingers. Maybe he didn’t mean to let that slip, you thought.

“That is why this is happening to you,” He looked up from his hands to meet your eyes, “Our souls are intertwined. You are traveling through the multiverse to be with me.”

You couldn’t listen to this anymore. Turning on your heel, you went back into his small apartment and Loki was chasing right after you.

“This is ridiculous, Loki! This isn’t real and soulmates aren’t a thing. It’s about time I woke up.” You reached his door, and it did open for you, despite not having a knob. But Loki burst in front of you and slammed the door shut before you could leave.

“Get out of my way, Loki.” You warned, furious at the God.

“No, you can’t go back. You don’t mean that.” The panic that was in his eyes took you aback, but your mind was made up.

“Yes, I do, Loki, now let me go!”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?!” You yelled and Loki met your angry tone equally.

“You’ll die, Y/N!”

You looked at him, shocked, “That is crazy, Loki. I am fine. Dreams can’t kill you.”

Loki grabbed onto your shoulders, desperation and anxiety taking over his features, “I can’t lose you, Dove. I am terrified,” He hiccupped as he started to openly cry, “I am ter-terrified to lose you. If you sleep, you might not wake up. Stay here with me-”

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head.

“No, no, no,” He was begging now, frantically trying to convince you. “We can do this spell and, and you can stay here, and you’ll be fine. You would be fine! Please, just stay. Just stay. Please, Y/N.”

It took every fiber of your being to resist reaching up to wipe away his tears and pull him close to you. A part of your heart broke seeing him like this, but you knew it wasn’t real and you couldn’t keep living this fantasy. It was time to face reality and make a choice.

“Let me go, Loki.” You asked, one last time. He stared down at you for what felt like an eternity, tears silently falling down his cheeks. Without another word, he flicked his wrist to open his door and you left. As soon as the door closed behind you, Loki collapsed on the ground with his head in his hands. He lost you.

You made your way back to the room you were starting to consider yours and you closed the door behind you, being sure to click every available lock.

“These dreams are getting out of hand.” You mumbled to yourself, and you crawled into the bed. Sleep didn’t come easy with so many thoughts running wild in your mind, but eventually you did fall into a deep slumber.

The first thing you noticed as you woke up was an arm wrapped around your waist and your back pressed against someone’s chest. You flipped around to face your big spoon and saw it was Stephen. There was a flicker of sadness as you realized it wasn’t Loki, but you reminded yourself it was just a dream. It’s always a dream and you couldn’t let yourself get swept away by them.

Stephen slowly and sleepily opened his eyes, “Good morning,” he grumbled, but then his eyes went wide, “Your face!”

You mirrored his panic, pawing at your own face, “What?!”

“Your cut…. it’s it’s gone.”

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fussymeanie999 · 4 years ago

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first time - loki laufeyson x plus-size reader

WARNING: this is going to be around 90% dirty smut. you have been warned. mentions of: cunnilingus, deepthroat, facefucking, unprotected sex, breeding, first time

synopsis: reader feels extremely insecure about her figure, loki finds her being absolutely destroyed, he decides to show her how beautiful she is.

a/n: also, i like used a scene from my mad fat diary for one of the dialogues (another one of my favourite shows), so all creds to them! i also used a monologue called "corsets and courtship" for some of loki's quotes by @tomhiddlestonsoundalike on tumblr so all credz to him and whoever wrote the text!

enjoy, my plussize queens (or whoever's reading this lol)

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you stood in front of your mirror, in your undergarments, looking at your own reflexion, your fingers grazing your own skin, cringing at every bump or texture you felt. your skin wasn't as soft as you'd want it to be. it wore many marks, wether from your skin stretching or plain old cellulite. you had some pimples, some scarring... you hated it. all of it. you just wished you were perfect. you weren't skinny, that was for sure. you weren't even mid-size. you were a big girl. and as much as you'd want to pretend you weren't, there were times where that was impossible. you didn't fit in any "regular sizes" and not every store had a plus-size section. you were afraid to eat in front of people. you couldn't even be intimate with your boyfriend.

ah. your boyfriend. your boyfriend's name was loki. and he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon. well, not a man. technically he was an alien. or a god? he came from asgard. a different planet and it honestly baffled you that a literal god would go for someone like you, when he could get anyone he ever wanted. you couldn't believe what you were hearing when he revealed his feelings for you. of course you were hopelessly in love with him but you just couldn't believe he felt the same way. fat girls never get the hot guys. at least not in any story you ever heard, especially not in your life. you never had a boyfriend. no one had really shown any interest in you and you didn't either. mostly because you didn't think anyone would feel the same. you didn't feel as though you deserved to be with anyone, you were too big, too unattractive, too insecure. so you never really tried. until loki came around.

he became part of your life almost a year ago to this day. he was your first kiss, first date, first everything. the only first that was missing was... your first time. yes. you were a virgin. a fat virgin at that. you didn't even let loki see you without a shirt on. the mere thought made you burst into tears, imagining different improbable scenarios where he'd be so disgusted by your figure he'd leave you. but you wanted to. you wanted him to see you and you wanted him to touch you. you wanted him in every sense of the term, but you couldn't bring yourself to reveal your body to him when the time came. he was always understanding, listening to your wishes and never made you feel like you had to do anything you didn't want to do. but you could feel how much it made him ache to not be able to be with you the ways he wanted to. it made you ache as well.

you grabbed at your fat, your jiggly rolls, covered in purple stripes and you couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall, roll down your cheek. your small cries suddenly became sobs, and they became louder and louder, as your brain was flooded with images of loki's face, disgusted in your figure. you let yourself fall onto the bed, feeling your stomach touch your thighs, making your sobs grow even louder. you held your stomach in one of your hands and and the other directed itself on your face, massaging your temple, feeling your heart beat inside your head.

you thought you were alone. you really did.

you heard the door of your bedroom creak. your head immediately jolted up as your glistening eyes met with familiar blue-ish green orbs. you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your almost naked body, your sobs completely stopping but your tears still melted away on your round cheeks.

your raven-haired lover walked in the room, carefully.

"oh my sweet girl, what has happened?" the god said softly, carefully kneeling in front of you.

he slowly held out his hand to meet yours with confusion, worry and a hint of sadness in his eyes, but you quickly dodged it and got up, covering your entire front side with the blanket and quickly turning around so he couldn't see the back of you.

"nothing" you struggled to say, in between cries, still backing away from him.

you continued walking backwards until your lower back hit the dresser. you looked down, for a few quick seconds and when you looked back up, your lover was only a mere 2 inches away from your face. he cupped your visage with his hands and softly wiped your dried tears with the back of his thumb.

" you know how much i trust you my darling..." he started. " ... but this doesn't look like nothing."

he started slowly stroking your hair and brushing it with his fingers. you tried avoiding his stare but it was useless, as he was grabbing your face and lifted your chin up to make you look at him straight in the eyes.

as his stare felt as though it was piercing through your soul, you couldn't contain your cries anymore.

" be honest with me... i beg of you... it pains me to see you like this" he pleaded.

you started to contain your sobs a bit better, but you still felt so much pain.

" why... why are you with me loki...?" you were able to blurt out.

confusion. confusion was all that was written over his face. he also looked a bit hurt.

his stare started going around the room, trying to find an answer to your question. his hands, that previously were cupping your face, slid down to your throat and rested on your collarbone, his thumb drawing circles over your thyroid.

"what kind of question is that?" he said, annoyance in his voice. you were afraid you made him angry.

"loki... you can have anyone you want, alright? you're a god..." you said, tears still brimming the sides of your eyes.

loki looked at you with so much hurt, it was hard to keep eye contact.

" you're an 11, and i'm a two at best..." you proceeded. "most people, when they see us, out in public, or on social media, they must be thinking; "oh he must be absolutely mad going out with that..." you stopped yourself when you saw loki's facial expression go from hurt to raging.

"that what?" he asked firmly.

you didn't answer.

"THAT WHAT?" he screamed, making you jump.

he put a hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

"how many times do i have to tell you, y/n?" he started. "you are my person. my woman. my everything. you are the most magnificent being my eyes ever laid upon. the most beautiful creature in all of the nine realms. can't you see? can't you? because i can. i see it everyday. i don't have to see you bare to know. never say that to me again, you understand? do you? do you understand?" he said, starting softly and becoming more firm.

his hands were still hanging by your collarbone, but you felt them grip at your skin, desperate for your understanding, for your touch, for you.

"... i" you started. "i d-do..." you stuttered through sniffles.

he looked at you directly in the eyes. you knew he loved you.

'but not enough.' you thought to yourself.

your love carefully placed his lips upon yours. his lips that you were familiar with. lips you kissed thousands of times. lips you loved. lips you longed for. you needed. the kiss he planted was one of the most delicate kisses he'd ever given you, but at the same time, one of the most passionate. it felt like all of the love he felt for you he poured out into you and in that moment, you felt like nothing could come between you two.

"p-please don't leave me, loki..." you cried out after the kiss.

"my love, my love, my love... never. i love you." he reassured you, stroking your hair.

he planted kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, and then back to your lips, this time with more hunger. it was like all of the times he had to restrain himself, when you felt like you weren't ready, completely melted into that kiss. all of his passion, his love, his hunger, his despair, and more importantly his lust, he finally let it all out and you let it all in.

"loki..." you panted in between kisses.

"mmh... yes my love?" he said, intensifying and deepening his kisses more and more.

you hesitated. but you knew. you knew you were ready.

"i-...mmh... i want you." you said, desperation tinting your voice, sounding almost like a plea.

loki slowed down. he took a minute to look at you in the eyes. he wasn't sure what to say. he wasn't even sure what you were saying.

"what?" was all he could muster up to say.

you looked at him with a little more confidence and nodded slowly.

the look on his face was priceless. he would finally be able to be with you.

"a-are you sure about this, love?" he said, sounding like he had just won the lottery.

you nodded again.

he grabbed the sides of your head firmly and leaned in to kiss you once more. his hands trailed down the sides of your body and started playing with the blanket that you were still holding firmly in your hands. you were scared to let go. to be completely bare to him.

"i'm afraid you're gonna have to let this go, my darling." he whispered in you ear, taking the chance to leave a wet kiss on your lobe, slightly biting down on it.

he grabbed your shaking hands in his, drawing circles with his thumb softly against yours.

"give yourself to me, little one... let me see you, touch you, feel you, taste you. i beg... i beg of you." he whispered again, pressing his forehead against yours.

you breathed heavily. you wanted him to see you. to touch you, feel you...

the wall you had built had always seemed so hard to knock down... but in this moment though, that wall seemed to be made of silk. all you had to do was let it go.

"okay..." you said, in the softest voice you ever spoke.

you backed away from loki and walked backwards a few feet. you were now standing the back of your knees faced towards the end of the bed. loki was staring at you proufoundly, awaiting your reveal impatiently.

your hands were trembling. you had nightmares about this moment. you had panic attacks for this moment. this moment was everything. but something about loki... was it the way he stood? the way he spoke? was it his stare? something about him made you feel safe. safer than you had ever felt before tonight.

so you let go.

you felt the blanket reach your toes. you cringed. so you closed your eyes, not wanting to witness loki's disappointment. you awaited any second now a hurl, a disgusted sound or a hurtful comment. but none of that.

you carefully opened your eyes, only to find loki with a gaping mouth, having the most amazing look on his face. a look of pure love, of endless attraction and mesmerising lust.

he approached you slowly, making each of his step count. when he finally reached you, he immediately pressed his forehead against yours. though your eyes were staring down at your feet, you could feel his stare devouring you.

he carefully placed his hand upon yours and let it trail up your arm. then back down again, giving you chills.

he didn't say anything. not a word. what was he thinking?

"i... i look disgusting i know, i'm so sorry. i know i disappoint..." you said, starting to regret the blanket had reached the floor.

you heard loki sigh so heavily.

"you... have got to be joking, love..." were the first words he spoke after seeing your figure. you heard the smile through his voice.

"in all of my..." he started. you heard him swallow before continuing. "in all of my 1056 years of living... never... and i mean never... have i ever witnessed such beauty before this night. my sweet, sweet girl, i simply do not understand why you felt the need to hide."

his hand reached your face and kissed you so passionately, you felt a sort of... heat at the bottom of your stomach. it was an unfamiliar feeling.

that same hand made its way to your neck, then to your shoulder and started playing with one of your bra straps. eventually, he completely took it off and did the same with the other strap.

"you have no idea what you are doing to me right now..." the god said, in a lower, hungrier voice.

"what am i doing to you?" you asked, innocently.

in between kisses, you could feel loki smirk against your lips.

his hand went from your shoulder, trailed down your arm and grabbed your hand in his. he took it and before you knew it he pressed it upon himself. his black, silky, suit pants were showing a bulge in between his legs and that's exactly where he put your hand.

he was hard.

when you first touched it, you heard a whimper come from your lover. god, he needed you.

"this... this is what you are doing to me, darling."

you couldn't believe the words he was saying to you. you felt as though you were in a sort of dream. loki wanted you. he was... quite literally hard for you.

loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking at him. his eyes went extremely dark.

"lay down. on the bed. now." he demanded firmly.

you obeyed his commands in the blink of an eye. you were ready.

you laid down on the bed, on your backside, carefully. when you got comfortable you looked up at loki and saw him looking at you, with hungrier eyes. eyes that were darker and more lustful than ever. he was devouring you with his eyes and he made sure to capture every square inch of skin of your body.

with only a smirk and the flick of a hand on your partner's part, your bra disappeared in a light green magic, leaving your breasts uncovered and nipples starting to harden.

loki obviously couldn't contain himself any longer and almost jumped on top of you, kissing you savagely, making his way down your neck, leaving all sorts of love marks, some darker than others. some of them were painful but the pain only reminded you that this was real. when he got to your breasts, you could almost see his mouth water.

he carefully grabbed one with his hand, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

"so soft, so plump... for me. oh god, sweetheart you're giving me such a delight"

and with no warning he started giving you small licks, around your nipple, carefully approaching your most sensitive part, which he enthusiastically started to flick with his tongue. the sudden pleasure rose your voice as you let out a small whimper, begging for more.

"yes... yes my sweet girl... let it out... show me how much you want this" he said in a raspier voice.

you found your fingers playing with his raven-black locks, as his mouth played with your brown-ish pink buttons.

he did so for some while, until he felt your hand grasp at his vest. you wanted him to reveal himself to you as well. he got the message pretty quickly.

he looked up from his meal, giving you the same amount of eye contact, as he took off his black blazer, black tie and black vest. all he had on were his bottoms but you were too worried about his beautiful torso to notice. you let your hands wonder on his pale chest, feeling the softness of his skin, some of his hair, up to his pecs, you couldn't believe it. how can this man become even more beautiful?

"like the view, my love?" he asked. you enthusiastically nodded.

he bent down to leave more love bites over your torso and your breasts. he started to slowly go down your body leaving kisses under your breast, going even nearer to the most insecure part of your body. you cringed and whimpered again, but this time in a less of a pleasurable manner, remembering all of your stretch marks and cellulite, knowing he'll be disappointed.

"i... couldn't... be... more... in... love..." he breathed out between his wet kisses. he was now definitely directly on your tummy.

he looked up, knowing you wouldn't like this part. he met your eyes and definitely noticed your hesitation.

he got back up, towering over you. he bent back down, catching your lips in his.

he carefully started stroking your hair, in the most loving manner you could ever imagine. he looked at you straight in the eyes, seeming like he was trying to deliver a message directly to your soul.

"what have i done to deserve you?" he asked, his voice choking in between his words.

those words completely melted your aching heart.

it was your turn to touch him. you said nothing as you slowly stroked his cheek with the back of your hand, giving him your approval by a shake of the head.

he smiled and his head disappeared to your stomach again.

you could feel his hands rome around your entire body and his mouth leaving wet kisses over your stomach. his long raven hair still trailed around higher up on your torso, nearer to your breasts.

he finally got to the place his own body longed for the most.

at this point you were completely damp and you awaited his reaction to your wetness impatiently.

he quickly gave you one of the hungrier and most impatient look you'd ever seen him give you.

he got up in front of the bed, looking you up and down like a predator looks at its prey and with the flick of hand, yet again, loki made your panties disappear in a light shimmering green magic, leaving you completely bare. all that was covering you up were your legs, still pressed firmly together.

loki carefully placed his hands over your bare knees. he could feel you trembling. was it from excitement? nervousness? or desire?

"open up for me, my love... let me in" he said in a demanding, pleading voice.

you slowly started to comply and let your legs go loose. your lover took it upon himself and slowly spread your thighs apart. he couldn't believe his eyes.

he was letting himself finally see your aching core. he could see it glistening, it was calling to him, begging for his touch. he was the one the one responsible and he'd never felt prouder. he admired every fold, every forgotten hair you missed while shaving, everything about it was inviting.

"oh my sweet sweet girl... look at the state of you. don't you understand how long i've been waiting? to see you in this position, completely at my mercy, legs spread, only for me..."

he gulped and whimpered at the sight of you, as you spread you legs even further. he could feel the tightness in his pants become almost unbearable. he'd never been this aroused before in his entire life. but first, he needed a taste of you.

he slowly started leaving wet kisses over your thighs, getting closer and closer to your velvet folds. his hands traveled your entire body. your body, that felt as though it had been set on fire. he once again cupped one of your breasts and started flicking your nipples with his fingertips. you let yet another whimper escape your lips, needing him more than you've ever needed anyone.

you felt his hot breath against your wet love box and that was all it took to make you go insane.

"p-please..." you pleaded to the god.

he took your scent in, smelling the most mouth-watering aroma he ever got the chance to smell in all of his 1000 years.

"you don't have to ask me twice, my sweetness..." were his last words before delving in.

he placed his fingers upon your aching core, exploring all of your folds, he couldn't believe how wet you were.

"darling... you are dripping..."

he let his fingers trail for a few seconds, until they reached your entrance. he circled it with the tip of his finger as he finally placed his lips right on top of your sensitive button.

the sudden, unfamiliar sense of pleasure, completely took you by surprise as you yelped.

his tongue peaked through after a few kisses planted on your clitoris. it circled in the same motions his finger was making to your entrance. he was so soft, so cautious. but you could feel the heat in the bottom of your stomach growing darker, more demanding so you placed you hands on the top of your lover's head, brushing your fingers through his hair and slightly pushing his head down on your core.

loki got the message, as his circles became more passionate and as he started flicking his tongue aggressively at your core.

you felt your entire body tremble in desire as loki's finger plunged itself in between your folds, exploring your insides.

you were now moaning deliberately, wanting him to add digits. you thought you'd be more resistant, you thought it'd be a little painful, even but all you could feel was pleasure.

"more..." you pleaded.

as the words were still hanging from your lips, loki plunged yet another finger in, and this time, you did feel a little resistance but you didn't care. you wanted him. you wanted him so much.

his tongue was working wonders on your clit. you would think the man hadn't eaten in days at the sight of him. he was completely devouring you and you could feel the pleasure build up inside of you.

the mixture of his fingers pumping in and out of you, and his tongue flicking at your sensitive button, all of it was too much for you to handle. you felt something was coming.

"loki... l-loki... something... something's happening." you panted, in between moans.

he didn't stop. he knew what he was doing. he went harder, his tongue completely destroying you.

"i can feel it as well... your heat... your wetness... let yourself come undone, my sweet... for me" he whispered, panting, in between licks.

'come undone?' you thought. but before you knew it, you felt it. the highest peak of pleasure your body had ever felt in its life. you felt your thighs squeeze around the god's head, squashing him a little. you didn't want to hurt him but you couldn't contain yourself, as you screamed his name, not believing that amount of pleasure was even possible. it was electrifying. your whole body reacted, you were sweating. you put your hand over your mouth and bit down your finger to stop yourself from becoming a screaming mess, but it was already too late, as you rode your orgasm out to the last bit of pleasure you could conquer up.

"you taste even sweeter than i thought you would, sweet girl" he said, giving the nickname a whole different meaning.

you let out a huge sigh, slowly coming back to your senses. you looked up as loki got up from between your legs, his hand still caressing your folds slowly and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. you tasted what you thought was yourself. oddly enough, you didn't cringe, you hadn't found yourself to taste disgusting. it was... kind of erotic actually.

"loki i..." you started. you didn't know how to ask. "i want to..." you sighed out.

"say it, darling" he said, stroking your hair, still caressing in between your legs.

"i want to taste you... too" you finally let out.

you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. you wanted to thank him in a way.

he was surprised. he didn't think you were ready.

"you made me feel so good today... i want to reciprocate the feeling... y'know..." you said, shyly.

loki's hand pulled at your hair to make you look at him.

"is that what you want?" he asked, firmly. he grabbed your hand and slowly pressed it yet again on his throbbing member, through his tightening pants.

he sighed heavily, still looking at you straight in the eyes.

you nodded, slowly. he smirked.

"then, get on your knees."

you obeyed.

you liked how he commanded you and guided you through all of your movements. you were nervous he wasn't going to enjoy, but the anticipated look on his face told you otherwise. also, the throbbing length in his pants.

you were now on your knees, on the floor, at the end of the bed and loki was sitting, his still clothed legs spread, inviting you in.

you started to slowly stroke his thigh, rubbing your hand up and down, each time getting closer to his private. you did the same thing with his other thigh, feeling the god getting impatient with your teasing.

you finally placed your hand over his member, giving it a small squeeze. you heard your lover grunt, at only your touch.

"you're eager" you stated, looking up at him. he gave you a smirk.

"less talking." he said, darkly.

you complied, massaging his bulge through his pants.

when you finally unzipped them, you heard your lover let out a sigh of relief. you wanted to bring them down to his ankles, but loki, being impatient, made them disappear in his green magic.

"hey. let me work." you said, in more of a joking way.

"i said... less talking" he repeated.

you noticed a small wet spot on his grey boxers. you bent down, without touching it, smelling it.

you felt the god squirm under you, eager to feel you around him.

you carefully, and slowly took his boxers down, letting his member spring free of its shackles, finally revealing itself to you.

he was huge. it was veiny, its tip was a dark pink, almost red, it was pale like the rest of his body. but most importantly, it was enormous.

"like the view, my love?" he asked for the second time that night.

you nodded your head enthusiastically. all you wanted was to get a taste.

you carefully approached your hand to the hot spot. the second your fingers reached his skin, loki whimpered. it was burning up, but it was so soft. you felt the veins under your fingertips, and suddenly it was like you knew exactly what to do. you carefully started stroking him and ran your thumb over the most sensitive part of his shaft, his frenulum, and heard him whimper once again.

"please" he pleaded, imitating your pleas from earlier.

"you don't have to tell me twice" you imitated as well.

you approched his tip to your lips and delicately gave him a soft kiss. his skin was so warm.

you continued giving him small pecks but you felt him get, yet again, impatient with your teasing.

"oh come on..." he pleaded.

you looked at him. sweat was dripping down his forehead.

you then flipped his cock over, back to his stomach to give yourself full access to the base of his member. you placed your tongue directly in between his balls and shaft and worked your way up to his tip, making sure you passed by his sensitive junction between his red bulb and the rest of his penis. directly after, you put his tip in your mouth and started bobbing your head back and forth, tasting the drops of pre-cum he deposited on your tongue.

you heard him moan, some cusses flew out of his mouth, he moaned mainly your name, or called you by all sorts of nicknames.

"oh my, oh my... you're doing so good... mmh... g-good girl..." he moaned out.

his words were able to bring back that heat at the bottom of your stomach. you slowly directed your hand in between your thighs and started stroking your own bundle of nerves. loki didn't seem to notice, too lost in the waves of pleasure you were giving him.

he was now moaning deliberately. he tried... he really tried, but he couldn't contain himself anymore, he grabbed your head, pulled you by your hair and pushed your head down to take more of his shaft. you awaited a gag or any sort of resistance on your part, really, but nothing came.

loki got up from where he was sitting, your head still enveloping his shaft and started moving back and forth, you being completely at his mercy. he was deliberately fucking your face, and you let him.

he moaned your name so many times you'd lost count. he became more and more agressive with each thrust until all of his shaft was buried down your throat. he held your head down for a few seconds, gripping at your hair, letting his cock sit in your mouth, until he finally pulled out, a strand of saliva escaping your lips. he was out of breath, but not as much as you.

"you feel so good, my love. you're doing amazing" he said, panting.

you gave him a few kitten licks, asking for more. he buried his cock again down your throat, pumping in and out. he was fucking your face as though it was a cunt, using your throat as a mere hole that was made to mold his shaft perfectly.

you weren't gagging which surprised you. you'd never tested your gag reflex, but obviously you didn't have any.

you felt him go faster and faster until he once again, suddenly stopped as your head was completely enveloping his shaft. but this time, he started grunting and moaning, louder, in more of an animalistic way, holding your head down, hard, as deep as he could go.

"i- i'm cumming, love" he grunted out.

suddenly, you could taste bitterness, saltiness explode in your mouth, and run down your throat. your first instinct was to spit it out, but your god kept your head in place, making you swallow. it felt never ending. he kept cumming and cumming. you thought the taste would repulse you, from what you had heard from friends and the internet, but you honestly didn't find it to be that disgusting.

he stayed in that same position, holding your head in place, for another ten to fifteen seconds after he came. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and he finally removed himself.

you took a deep breath, considering you could finally breathe properly.

loki knelt down to your level. he looked at your face. fortunately, you weren't wearing makeup, so no makeup to ruin. your eyes were red, tears had run down your face, you had spit all over the sides of your face, and some of loki's cum had fallen out of the corners of your mouth. he wiped it with his thumb and took it up to your mouth.

you sucked his thumb dry, tasting him yet again.

he gave you a loving smile.

"mine." he simply said, in a soft manner.

he then kissed you in the most loving way he could, tasting himself on your lips.

he then backed away, looking you up and down, noticing your hand still wondering around in between your thighs. he smirked and locked eyes with you.

"i think we're gonna have to take care of that." he said, as he got up. he was now standing up while you were still on your knees. you noticed his cock was hard again, once it got to your eye level. how was that even possible? how could he be hard again this quick? you had to remind yourself he did have the stamina of a god. he handed you his hand for you to take, which you did.

he got you up and carefully placed his hands on the sides of your head and started stroking your hair.

"are you still sure you want to do this my love?" he asked.

you chuckled.

"after what we've done? i'm pretty sure there's no backing up now?"

he gave you a confused look.

"of course there is. i'm not gonna do anything you're not comfortable doing, sweetheart." he said.

you sighed at your poor choice of words.

"and i know that." you started. "but i'm ready. i want you... loki."

he smiled yet again. he didn't say a word. he just kissed you. it was a passionate kiss, like all of your others that night. his hands roamed around your body as if it was discovering it again for the first time.

taking you by surprise, he lifted you up, flipped you around and threw you on the bed. never had you been picked up before. you always thought you'd break the person's spine. but loki lifted you up so easily, you felt like a feather.

"you're mine" the god grunted, as he plunged on top of you. he spread your legs open, as far as he could and positioned himself right between them.

he reached down to your bundle of nerves and drew circles with his fingers like he did earlier. he wound up plunging his fingers inside you yet again, prepping you for what was about to replace them. you could feel his length harden even more against your thigh, as he did so.

you started whimpering, wanting more than just his digits to fill you.

your whimpers were like music to loki's ears. he loved hearing how much you longed for him. he loved seeing you squirm under him. he enjoyed feeling all powerful, having that much control over you.

"take me" you sighed out, looking at your lover straight in the eyes. you couldn't hold it in anymore. you needed him. you needed him inside you. now.

he smirked as he bent down, to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

"tell me when you want to stop, my darling. use your words." he asked of you.

you nodded, agreeing to his words, whilst trying to spread your legs even further.

his fingers left your core, leaving you needy and wanting to feel him once more, but they were quickly replaced by what you knew was his tip. he started slowly moving back in forth in between your folds, teasing at your entrance.

he gave you a look, pleading for approval.

you slowly nodded, ready to take him in.

you felt his his bulb starting to peak inside of you. you winced, feeling a slight resistance.

he stopped. but you nodded again, asking for him to continue.

as he buried his shaft deeper in you, it started to really hurt. for real this time.

"ow, ow. stop." you asked. "but stay inside. just stay... stay like this. let me- let me adjust."

he listened to you.

"are you okay, my love?" he asked, still halfway inside of you.

you nodded again, breathing heavily. you knew you could do it. you wanted to.

"p-... proceed." you said.

he listened to you again, burying himself entirely in you. he let out a loud grunt. your walls had adjusted to the size of his member and it felt less painful.

your lover moaned again.

"you.. are so tight, oh my. you feel so good." he panted.

you smiled. you loved seeing him in this much pleasure. you loved the passionate, lustful look on his face, all of it was for you.

he started moving back and forth, slowly, being really careful of each and every one of your movements, analyzing if you wanted to continue or not.

the first few thrusts were painful but eventually the pain left and absolute ecstasy took its place.

loki noticed the change in you and decided to give his thrusts more power, barely able to contain himself. he pumped in and out of your aching core at a medium rate. he wanted to go faster, harder but he stayed careful.

but you... you wanted more. you started clawing at loki's back, bringing him closer to you and leaving red scratches all over his back. you kissed his neck, his torso, leaving him the same bruises he left you earlier, though yours weren't as agressive as his. yours were small, red, but his eventually became huge purple bruises. and you had them all over your body. he started leaving you some more, on your neck, your collarbone, imitating your movements.

"more..." you pleaded.

he smirked against your skin, left you yet another passionate kiss on your lips and with that, his thrusts became harder, more agressive, much faster. you felt as if he was trying to crawl inside of you.

you both started moaning and screaming each other's names at the top of your lungs. your lover got up, detaching his torso from yours, trying to find an angle where he could go deeper inside of you. you wanted him back, missing the heat of his body. you reached out to him with your arm, but he firmly grabbed it, stopping you in your tracks. you were surprised. he looked down at you, staring at you straight in the eyes. his eyes went dark. his hand that had stopped your movement, trailed up from your hand, to you elbow and up your arm, until it reached the crook between your shoulder and your neck. his thumb drew circles over your cheek, then your chin and finally on your throat. you didn't even have the time to realise but his hand had completely wrapped itself around your throat, choking you slightly. you could still breathe completely fine, but his hand held your head in space, as his thrusts became even harder, if that was even possible.

he started panting, completely losing himself in the moment.

he bent down again, still holding your throat in his hand. he grabbed you and forced your face to be centimetres from his.

"mine." he said in a deep, grunting voice.

that word was the one that completely sent you over the edge. you could feel your walls clench around his member, your were close. you needed your release.

"loki... i'm close." you tried sighing out.

he understood you perfectly. the hand he wasn't using to choke you found its way down between your legs and started playing agressively at your clit.

"let go, baby... let go" he panted.

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you let your orgasm take control of your entire body. your legs were shaking, your hips started grinding against loki's, your hands scratched at his back even deeper, your eyes were rolling back inside your head, and your mouth gaped wide open, letting all sorts of cusses fly out of your mouth.

as you rode out your orgasm, you knew loki was close as well. seeing you in this intense state, all because of him, sent him over the edge and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

you started grinding your hips even more agressively, trying to meet his.

"come on, baby..." you whispered in his ear, leaving all sorts of wet kisses and hickey's all over his body.

you ran your finger through his curls, pulling at his hair.

and that's when you knew. you felt his hand grasped at your throat even tighter, making you gasp for air. he stopped moving, buried deep inside of you.

"oh my fu..." he started, moaning loudly.

you had made some research about how it would be like to have someone cum inside of you. you found out most people couldn't feel it. but you did. you felt all of it. you felt a warmth completely invade your insides, it kept coming and coming, just like earlier but this time inside of you.

loki's hand was still wrapped around your throat, holding it firmly, but as his orgasm ended, he eventually loosened his grasp.

when he finally stopped coming, as he was still buried inside you, he finally looked up at you and left a wet kiss your lips.

"i love you" he said, out of breath.

"i love you too."

loki looked down and smirked, taking his hand off your throat.

"no... don't say it like that... don't say "too"... it sounds like you're just agreeing with me. say it for real..."

you scoffed a little, thinking his request to be a little ridiculous. but you understood. you ran your fingers through his raven locks, held his head between both your hands, making him look at you.

"i love you, loki... i love you." you said softly, staring into his ocean blue eyes.

he gave you a wide smile and kissed you once more. he gave you a kiss full of love and passion.

after your kiss, he slowly pulled out of you. you felt so full, a second ago, the absence of his shaft between your legs contrasted so much with the empiness you now felt.

loki bent down again between your thighs to watch his seed run out of you. it felt yet again, never ending, but loki watched attentively.

"what a beautiful sight... may i snap a picture?" he said, jokingly.

"shut up..." you said in the same tone.

he gave you one last lick to your core and licked his lips, not minding his cum, plastered over your folds.

"i'll get a towel..." he said, leaving one last peck on your lips.

"thank you, honey..." you thanked him softly.

as you layed, completely naked on your bed, you thought.

you no longer felt restrained in your own skin, not around him at least. he made you feel seen, loved, desirable. you hated your body a little bit less, now. you might even try eating in front of people! maybe... you and loki didn't just have sex that night. you made love. he didn't just take your virginity, he made you into a better, improved version of yourself.

you were never more in love with him than in that moment.

loki came back with a light pink towel. he rose your hips up in the air and deposited it under you. he used the other end of the towel to wipe his seed off you.

once you were clean, loki got back off the bed and put the towel back in the bathroom.

he joined you in bed and wrapped his arms around you.

you felt so good. better than you had in years. with him. you felt so loved.

you didn't want to move, but you remembered you had to pee after a sexual intercourse... you read it in a blog.

you nudged loki, trying to get off the bed, but loki held you back, making it impossible for you to move.

"don't... even think about it." he said firmly under his breath.

you chuckled.

"i'm gonna get a urinary tract infection... and it's gonna be on you." you said in an accusing manner.

"darling, i'm a god... i have super powers, you're not gonna get a... whatever sort of infection you're talking about."

you scoffed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck, sighing heavily.

loki left a loving kiss on the top of your head and held you tighter.

"you're mine... all mine."

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