#Lokifanfiction

[eleniblue]

@alicerovai

Today, I received my signed copy of @alicerovai 's comic book, #AlwaysPart3, along with one sticker and three post cards. All artwork done by @alicerovai . For those of you wondering, the comic book is #LokiFanFiction, specifically for #Lokius fans.

Link to purchase comic book:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1572291825/preorder-always-3-bundle

[emeraldkays]

Can you do headcannons of Loki and reader as friends 🥺🥺 (Like they’re really good friends)

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

you first met when he caught you slashing the tyres of your neighbour's car one evening, calling you an 'amateur' when he helped pull out the knife for you.

"i guess that makes two of us," you looked pointedly at the monitor around his ankle.

since that day, you two had become really close.

you'd go to each other for advice, tease each other about any crushes. he even scared your neighbour, so much to the point they started bringing you cookies every other weekend.

and in return, of course, you'd help him scheme awful pranks on people.

the only thing you asked of him was not to tell you who the prank was for, otherwise, you'd feel bad.

but you did have fun helping him and finding out who the prank was for after it happened.

you helped him write on the back of tony's shirt in someone's handwriting once (he never told you whose), and when thor claimed he had no recollection of doing it, stating he probably started sleepwalking again, you responded by burying your face in lokis shoulder and laughing silently.

as a keyholder for your store, he would meet you most mornings to help you open up and return near closing time to help pack away.

oh, and he didn't only scare off your neighbour. he scared the local shopkeeper who always overcharged you. now you get most things for free.

if there was an event coming up, you would help him look for a suitable outfit. and he would invite you.

after a mission, you'd help him clean his armour as he never trusted any mortal contraptions with his 'fine asgardian leather'.

he even spent most evenings with you if he was dismissed by someone on the team, buying your favourite snacks on the way to your place while you threw cushions all over the floor and built a fort, forgetting to choose a movie.

or sometimes you'd just talk about whatever was on your minds. mostly the past and feelings. those nights would usually end up with one of you tearing up.

you knew it was hard for him to open up about certain things. so when he did, you would have a small celebration, whether it was going out to the movies, eating out or ordering takeout, having a few drinks.

anything to show him that his feelings mattered.

that he mattered and he was the best thing that's ever happened to you.

a/n: i do feel like they would be really good friends, but eventually down the line, the reader would end up falling for loki, just to find out that he has liked them this whole time 🥰 sorry for responding late x

[the-bifrost-blogger]

Requests Information and Guidelines

Hello and welcome! I'm thrilled to announce that I'm opening up requests for MCU content, including Loki-centric stories and more. While my main focus remains on my ongoing Loki series, I’m happy to craft unique stories featuring other Marvel Cinematic Universe characters as well. Below, you’ll find details about how requests will work, what information I’ll need from you to create the perfect story, and which characters I write for.

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I aim to complete 3 to 5 requests per week, but the timing may vary depending on the length and complexity of the stories, as well as my progress on the main series.

Please note: I do not write for anything post-Endgame as I haven’t seen those films yet.

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MCU Characters I Write For

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Main Characters:

Loki

Thor

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

Side Characters:

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Stephen Strange

Jane Foster

Valkyrie

Pepper Potts

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Let me know what stories you’d like to see—your imagination is the only limit! 😊

[snowflakesnsundry]

                               Chapter 71: Fate, Choice, and Thread

[charisaglaea82]

[godsleastfavoritewriter]

Love Languages: Gift Giving

Pairing: Loki x Reader

summary: Loki's cold shoulder and your overthinking brain does not mix well, but he makes up for it.

Warnings: self doubt, anger, no one gets physically hurt

Words: 1,979

You and Loki have lived together for a while now. You have a routine that is done every day, this wasn't planned it simply came naturally. Each time one of you would come home and the other was home already, you would say hello and greet them with a kiss. The only time this simple hello routine isn't followed is when one is upset with the other.

You hear the door unlock and quickly look to the front door from the couch you were reading from. As he walked in and removed his shoes he was quiet and kept his head low. He did not speak much as he walked into the office room. Your heart sank. You didn’t do anything wrong, did you? You scrolled through your phone trying to look for an answer. No occasion or date planned, no missed calls, no unanswered messages. You didn’t bother him too much, what could possibly be wrong? It’s impossible that he is upset with you. Although he can have a hard time expressing himself he usually finds a way to tell you without lashing out at you. You marked your spot in the book and put it down. You stared at the wall for a minute trying to come up with an explanation, maybe it was work-related since he went straight to the office. Did an agent ask him to complete something? Maybe one of the guys pissed him off? Still, someone would have told you if there was a fight, right? You walk into the kitchen and prepare him his favorite tea, just the way he likes it. Before you take a step outside the kitchen you take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves. Walking down the hallway feels like it never ends as your mind races, did you do something?

You knock lightly on the door before entering and placing the cup down on the desk. "I made you some tea dear." There was silence before he spoke to you without moving his eyes away from papers and the computer screen in front of him. "Thank you" His voice was monotone and flat. You start to slowly bring your hand to his face to cup his cheek "Is every-" before your hand reaches his cheek he stops you, his hand around your wrist still avoiding eye contact. "I'm fine." This time his tone indicated he was getting irritated, he pushed your hand away as he dropped it. You took a step back so you were behind him now. "I just wanted to make sure you are okay." He sighed and brushed his hair back. "I said I am fine." Your back shivered as he finished his sentence. There was anger in his voice now, you knew talking again would only anger him more but you were desperate for his acknowledgment. He didn't even touch his cup yet. "You didn't say hello like usual so I am worried, that's all" He slammed his hand on his desk out of frustration, "Can't you see I AM BUSY!" His voice only got louder in the end. You feel your face part burn, anger was settling into you now. This is not fair, why is he getting mad at you when you are simply just trying to care for him. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LOOK AT ME!" You match his voice now, not because you wanted to but because now anger has taken the controls. He gets up and faces you now, he looks at you, anger was all you could see in his eyes. "I am looking at you now! Happy?! You know you don't have to be clingy all the god damn time y/n!" So much anger and malice in his voice. He wasn't yelling now but he did not need to yell for you to understand he is not happy. Tears started to form blurring your vision "Well, I am sorry LOKI that I am just trying to make sure you are okay after work, like a good partner!" You couldn't keep your voice steady as tears dropped from your face. You could feel the imprints of your fingernails start to form on your palm from holding them so tightly shut. He took a step closer to you and you felt so small and belittled by the simple action. "You know what, y/n? If you can very obviously see that someone is busy," He took another step forward, now hovering over you, "why don't you leave them alone." He was pissed now and you still had no idea why. You backed out of the room, the man you saw in there was not the man you fell in love with. You couldn't help but cry with the flood of emotions you felt, but each time you closed your eyes you just saw him angrily standing over you and that scared you. You scurried into your shared room and lay in the bed for a minute, trying to catch your breath. Your breath was still slightly unsteady as you collected some clothes and started your shower.

As the hot water landed on your back it stung, but after a while, it didn't anymore. You cried silently as you thought about what was said and done over and over. Was I really that clingy? Does he really hate how much attention I give him? How long have I been annoying him? You try to shake off some of the thoughts to focus on yourself now.

You don't know when Loki entered the bathroom as you showered but he must have at some point as there was a small box now placed on the counter. You dry off before opening it. Inside was a pair of sparkling earrings and a matching necklace in your favorite color. You smiled as a few more tears fell. You loved him, you truly did so it was difficult to stay angry at him.

You finish getting dried off and dressed again before you reach under the bed where you kept your secret gift for him. It seemed only fair to you as you yelled at him as well to offer a gift as an apology. The gift was not large as you were able to keep the gift box in your pocket as you walked over to the living room where he was looking out the window. Still, you were unsure of how he was feeling now so you made sure to be cautious of how you spoke. "Loki?" He turned around in an instant and gave you a hug, picking you up and spinning you around at the same time. You giggled as he slowly put you down and smothered you in kisses. "My beautiful and truly amazing y/n! I am so sorry my love." He sounded sincere but you were still hurt by his words and your face betrayed you and showed that. Your eyebrows furrowed as you frowned slightly, but still enough for him to notice. He wrapped you in his arms again placing a kiss on your head before speaking once more. "I promise you, my love, I did not mean what I said to you out of anger. I am very appreciative of all that you do for me, each and every day. If anything I should be the one giving you more affection." You squeezed him tighter as he finished apologizing to you. "I forgive you Loki. I know you don't mean what you said. But, could you please tell me what happened?" He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes, "I overheard some people talking about me, they only said nasty things. One even claimed they wish I were dead. I decided not to confront them, so, I am very sorry about taking my anger out on you." You took a step back and took a fighting stance, "Where are they! I swear if they say one more thing I'll kick them so hard they'll go to another plant. You just show me!" He laughed before pulling you in again, "No need my love, but maybe I can point them out for you if see them." He chuckled sweetly holding you tighter before letting you go to breathe. "I have a gift for you." He smiled while holding onto both your shoulders. He looked like a child who just asked if you wanted o see their new drawing. His excitement made you giggle. "Another gift? But, for why Loki?" He squeezed your shoulders for a moment, "Because, you are not a bad partner, and you are not clingy. I love everything about it. I truly mean those words." He pulled out another box from mid-air. He opened it so you could see the contents. Inside was beautiful matching rings. Gold rings to be precise, one meant for him and the other to you. You gasped at their beauty. He always had an eye for such elegant things. "Oh, Loki! They are absolutely stunning." He smiled at your excitement. "I remember you showing me some matching rings for couples. You said they were cute. I wanted to find us some of our own for you." He took out your ring and gently placed it on your finger. "I promise to never speak to you like that again. I promise to love and cherish every moment with you. I promise to always be honest with you. I promise to love you forever, and even when forever ends, I will continue to love you." He kissed your hand after reciting his promises. Tears of joy started to build up as you realized these weren't just ordinary rings to wear. They had meaning and thought put behind them. You kissed him gently, choked up for words. "Loki, I love you so much. It is beautiful thank you." You flung your hands around him holding him tight. He smiled into your hug thankful for your forgiveness and for you, "I love you too y/n, very very much." You let go of the embrace first, "Let me put yours on Loki." He smiled as he faced the box towards you, "As you wish my dear." You took the ring out and grabbed his hand. Gently placing the ring on his finger you recited your own promises to him. "I promise to love and care for you each and every day. I promise to always lend an ear when you need someone to talk to. I promise to always be honest with you. I promise to cherish you every day." You smiled as you kissed his hand as he did to you, giggling like a child. He chuckled lightly before cupping your cheek to kiss

you. You gasped as you pushed him back lightly, "I almost forgot! I have something for you as well!" He smiled as he watched you take out a small box. "It isn't as nice as what you have gotten me but it is something." He opened the box and looked curiously at the small music box. He started to crank the small handle to listen to the sweet melody. "It is a music box, I made it myself. It plays the lullaby you always hum, the one your mother sang to you as a child." He smiles so sweetly as his eyebrows slightly furrow. He looks sad but not because of the gift, but because he wishes you were able to see his own mother. You were perfect for him and every way. "Y/N, this" He gets a little choked up as memories flood his thoughts, "this is amazing. Thank you, my love. I love it, truly the best surprise." You hugged him as he continued to play with the small box. "I love you, Loki. Please never forget how much I care." he rests his head on your shoulder. "I promise, my love."

Taglist: @lokiprompts

a/n: Oh my god I'm dreadfully single. As always if something is weird or wonky please tell me. Hope you enjoyed!

[lokispettigerr]

The fact that Marvel boxes Loki into a power-hungry god just wanting to “rule” humans is ridiculous, overly transparent and underwhelming.

It’s laughable that they want to maintain the perception that Marvel!Loki as smart, calculating, clever, power-hungry, but then determine his main goal in life as ruling humans starting with Midtown Manhattan. This is some small-scale, shallow-surface shenanigans. 

Loki has ALWAYS had more depth than their little pinky toes. He breaks boundaries, hunts down the beasties of nightmare in the liminal space, and licks the pussy of the cosmic void until she shudders and gives birth to madness and blackholes. 

We all hang around waiting for them to maybe one day depict him with the depth of the universe he already possesses, but instead they keep him locked in a box. Let the big cats out to play.  Let the sharks out to frenzy. Let the wolves out to hunt. Stop putting this $hAPesiFT3r god in a little unimpressive, poorly constructed cardboard box of dry and meaningless entertainment. 

Reblog if you agree. @ me if you don’t.

[scifrey]

In the aftermath of battle, at the start of the rest of their lives locked together, Loki is discovering that Mobius is a terrible flirt. And when flirting turns into something more, perhaps it's time to find the time to also flirt with a little bit of fun. After all, what's the point of flirting with a god if you don't also want to flirt with a little danger? Story 4/5 of the #Rovaiverse. This time, we did it the other way around. I wrote a fourth story in this series, and @alice_rovai drew some absolutely gorgeous art to go with it. Link to my AO3 profile in bio. . . . #Loki #lokitvseries #lokius #mobiusfanart #mobiusmmobius #lokifanart #alicerovai #losyark #JMfrey #fanfiction #lokifanfic #lokifanart #mobiusnexusevent #mobiusfanfic #lokifanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/CWTbf2_pf3-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ninjakitty15]

Cold As Death (Loki)

Chapter One: Looks That Could Kill

By all accounts, today should've been like the countless other days before it. Just another day stuck in a glass cell with the occasional "scientist" trying to figure out how to harness something no regular schmuck or mortal could hope to grasp by poking, prodding, and bleeding me. But this was Hydra for you, try to change one idiots mind, and several more idiots tell you you're wrong. German, American, or other, there are evil idiots in every corner of every world, that's for damn sure. At this point I couldn't figure out why they still kept me here, locked away from everything when they couldn't what they wanted from me. They already tried torturing it out of me like pain would make me crumble, I just ended up wincing or laughing depending on what they did as there were times I actually wasn't sure I felt anything, not because they did it often enough or it was that bad, I was just sorta dead inside so some nerve endings didn't always work.

The only thing remotely unusual about today though was it wasn't as busy where they stashed me, hands locked in power dampening shackles and a metal muzzle to boot. At some point earlier they attempted to keep me sedated and unconscious but I woke myself back up once they left me alone thinking I was no longer a problem. Amateurs. As I sat in the middle of the cell, eyes closed but fully alert and coherent, I felt before I ever heard a presence that felt otherworldly to me. They were silent, seeming to observe with caution as I felt it get closer and start to circle the container then pause right where I knew the controls of the cage to be. There was a fifty fifty chance this presence would let me out, the other half being they come in and another round of human pinata would start but instead of candy it would just be blood and a lot of bad puns and jokes falling out of me, maybe drop a few s/m mentions. Serious folks tend to get real uncomfortable when you get sexual on them. If you can't laugh about sex, you don't have a sense of humor.  A button was pressed on the panel and a door formed in front of me where the glass was and I got a stronger feel of who or what was in front of me on the other side. They were definitely not your average Joe, probably not even human and flowing with a lifeforce not even mutants could possibly obtain. An immortal for sure. They took one step toward me and because this wasn't something I'd encountered since my containment, I instinctively tensed which made them pause again.

"You're awake?" A smooth almost british accented voice, noted softly yet curiously.

I opened my eyes then just to confirm that as the muzzle was holding back my usual smartass responses. They was actually one tall man clad in leather and gold metal, watching me carefully with piercing blue/green eyes. Maybe it was seeing the same ugly mugs every day for gods know how long I've been down here and finally seeing a new face, maybe it was the fact he was wearing my two favorite colors and pulled it off better than anyone else I've seen try that. But damn did he look good. It might also be the killer jawline and physique too. His eyes fixated on the muzzle for a moment and a hardened scowl formed for some reason, surprisingly not twisting the dashing look like it does most angry men. And then suddenly I could speak again but opted to gasp like a dying beached fish because damn did it feel good to not have airways being blocked anymore. Vaguely I wondered if my lips were chapped from the damned thing before smiling maniacally.

"Finally, oral freedom!" I cried overdramatically.  "I don't usually offer though unless its returned, all's fair in love and fun stuff."

The man cracked a small smile and ventured a step closer to me. "What are you? And why are you in here?"

"Could ask you the same thing, hun," i quipped. "And seeing as I was here first, you should answer first."

He chuckled and took a more confident step toward me though his lifeforce strengthened like a guard around him. Before he could answer himself though, a booming and somehow familiar voice called out. "Loki, have you found anything down there?!" Which caused the dude now named Loki to cringe at the interruption and sigh.

"No one here but us ghouls," I told him in answer.

"They have a prisoner down here, brother!" replied Loki though his eyes never left me.

"Prisoner's such a harsh word, I prefer forced resident or illegal obtained house guest," I informed him. "You answer his questions, but not mine. It's because I'm black, isn't it?" I was actually what one would describe in terms of skin color as not recently dead pale white.

"I thought he was answer enough, I'm sure you know of Thor, he likes to play the hero of this realm," Loki replied to me, an eyebrow arched.

"The Norse God of shitty weather? Y'all aren't busy with cooler realms?" I asked.

"This wasn't my choice," was his dry response, making me smile more.

I snickered. "Spoken like a true sibling. So you came down here, an alien immortal, because your big brother told you so. My heart bleeds for you really."

He glared at my unabashed sarcasm and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now answer mine before he comes in and makes a great mess of this place."

"More than the people that came with this building already have? That's gotta take talent. But I'll bite. They hunted me down gods know how long ago and attempted to extract something from me that makes me awesome, didn't work obviously or they'd make a mess not even your brother could trump and we wouldn't be here talking. Too valuable to be killed, though they couldn't if they tried, too stubborn to be experimented on. Where'd they go anyway? Are you guys the reason I didn't get my daily prodding?"

"My brothers...friends dealt with the ones they could find, if they're anything like their namesake, I'm sure there's more in hiding waiting for reinforcements or something like that."

Another man leaped down out of nowhere that definitely wasn't Thor as he didn't have long golden locks or a beard, his head and half his face were actually covered by a mask and instead of a hammer was a shield in one arm.

"Thor failed to mention it was a woman," the new dude noted.

"And my gender matters because...?" I wasn't actually offended by this, just messing with him to get a reaction which worked as he genuinely looked bashful, making me cackle. "For all the armor you people wear, it's still surprisingly easy to get under your skin. Maybe I've just been here so long, they're just fashion statements now, if everyone's wearing leather armor count me in!"

"Sorry to disappoint, but it's just us," Loki told me.

"She tell you why they're holding her?" the new man asked him.

"They're trying to steal her powers though I'm not sure what they are yet."

"Only the best kind of course," I told them. "It's all the rage these days, all the Hydra agents gotta have it."

"Well they can find it somewhere else as you're free from them but you can tell us all about the what and why, if you don't mind," the new man said.

"You say that so politely but I'm getting the sense you weren't asking. I'll comply if you give me a hand here, mine are a bit tied up at the moment." I raised my shackled hands as high as able since they were chained to the metal floor beneath me.

The new man was quick to break the chains connecting me to the floor before Loki waved a hand like Jedi Knight and the shackled sprang open, dropping to the floor with a loud clang. I flexed my hands and shook them a bit to get feeling back with them being cramped and slowly got to my feet, staggering a bit as my leg bones cracked from the sudden use and weight. I sighed in sweet relief and relaxed with a slight grin. "Alrighty then!" With my hands free, so was my powers just a bit more and I could collect and stretch it out, testing the waters. That seemed to be enough for Loki to notice being a power person as well and both eyebrows shot up as he probably felt what I was doing. I winked at him before turning to the other guy. "Onward and upward!"

With the new guy leading me out of the building and Loki being my tail, I was on my way to freedom for good before being nearly blinded by that god awful ball of fire in the sky, everyone else calls the sun. I recoiled and refrained from hissing like an angry vampire, stumbling back into Loki in the process who steadied me and smirked at my reaction to daylight. The new guy looked back hearing me cursing at it and raised an eyebrow in question but didn't actually ask anything.

"What? I'm not a morning person," I responded before straightening up but subtly elbowing Loki in the stomach, causing a soft grunt from behind while accidentally hitting my funny bone which wasn't that funny at all as my entire arm went numb and tingly at the same time. "Stupid toned god with your stupid abs of granite."

The new guy stopped walking and pressed a hand against his ear. "We're out, all the agents we could flush out are dealt with. A ride would be nice." Ah he was talking on a com of some kind it seems. How high tech yet old school. Within a few moments, an even more hightech fighter plane of some kind hovered low enough for him to climb in first then offer his hand to pull me up as I was unfortunately not remotely as tall or long legged as either man near me. I looked around the plane curiously to see another man and a redhaired woman at the front as pilots, the woman looking back and landing her eyes on me as well.

"Are you the prisoner Thor spoke of?" she asked.

"I'm the illegally obtained house guest, yes." Loki snickered behind me and I reminded myself not to elbow him again as my arm still hadn't gotten proper feeling back.

The woman smiled as well and nodded. "Buckle up then, we're heading back to base, could get bumpy. All good back there, Steve?" she called after the first new guy who was now Steve.

"Ready when you are," he answered, sitting at the tail end of the machine.

The plane rose up and shot forward at an illegally unsafe speed above the city. Loki had settled across from me, eyes ever studying me but unlike the agents that actually did and more, they weren't malicious or power hungry, just cautious and curious. I decided to test his resolve then and locked my eyes on his in an unwavering staring contest. "First one to blink loses."

"Is that why they muzzled you? Because if you're not under their skin, you're cracking jokes?" he asked.

"If you don't have a sense of humor you don't have much to live for and that's how they win. Also no, it's not how I talked, but who I talked to or when it wasn't them."

"To contain your powers, like they did your hands then. And they didn't get anything from you?"

"What I have can't be drained or pulled out or copied, it's not specifically found in something like DNA or an organ or something physical even. Those guys claim to be scientists but real scientists accept facts as they are when proof is found and I'm living proof they're all frauds with no results. I bet they don't even have a Ph.D."

"They're Hydra, they're funded by power and money, not degrees and universities," Steve spoke up.

"So you're telling me they just pulled a few crazy people with crazyass theories on things from a hat and told them they're scientists now? I should've gone to college there, I wanna have money and be told I have a job with more money. All I got from mine a piece of paper saying I know some things and then years of disappointment from being unemployed. I probably look good in a lab coat too."

"A stark difference from your current attire of all black and hooded," Loki pointed out.

I snorted. "All they let me wear after ruining the one I was caught in from their experimentation, they thought the attire should fit the power, how unimaginative is that? Let's just advertise exactly what I can do to everyone around me, that'll throw them off for sure."

"And what can you do?" he challenged.

"Uh-uh, spoilers sweety. A preview of which will cost you extra."

"But we just gave you a free ride," chipped the male pilot.

"Hey, you're not part of this conversation, and I don't even know where we're going, this could be a free ride to something worse. Like Shield or the dentist."

"Bad experience? Ate too much candy as a kid, didn't you?" the pilot guessed.

"If you think there's such thing as too much candy, then your childhood sucked and I pity your past."

"Tony's gonna love this one," mused the female pilot. "What's your name?"

"I've been out of custody for like 15 minutes and finally someone asks! It's Noelle, Nell for short. And you pilots are...?"

"About to land for starters," the man said. "I'm Clint, she's Nat, and we're at base so everyone out of my plane."

"That's Tony's plane actually," quipped Loki as the plane landed and everyone unbuckled. "Come along, meet the rest of my brother's friends."

[eleniblue]

Today, I received my signed copies of @alicerovai 's comic books, #AlwaysPart1 and #AlwaysPart2 , along with two stickers. All artwork done by @alicerovai . For those of you wondering, the comic books are #LokiFanFiction, specifically for #Lokius fans.

#LokiusFanArt #LokiAndMobius #Loki #TheTVA #LokiVariants #MobiusVariants #LokiusVariants

#TWHiddleston #TomHiddleston #OwenWilson #AliceRovai

Link to purchase comic book:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1572291825/preorder-always-3-bundle

[emeraldkays]

How it’s like cuddling with Loki pls 💕💕

𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬

loki knew how much his cuddles made you feel wanted and safe, so he always gave you a cuddle whenever he could.

they were warm, comforting, and usually lasted a long while.

the tips of his fingers would trace along your skin while he recited sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

he loved using it as an excuse to talk about your feelings and tell you how much you mean to him.

it was a form of intimacy that could be done anywhere and in front of anyone.

his cuddles were never too tight unless you were both messing around.

but you knew deep down that he only did that when he was in desperate need of one himself, but let his pride get the better of him.

he always gave the best cuddles when you were sad.

most of the time he didn't even have to say a word. he'd just wrap your arms around you and that alone said it all.

you’d snuggle up between his arms and place your head on his chest, listening to the soft thumping of his heartbeat that calmed you instantly.

sometimes to cheer you up, he would squeeze a tickle in somewhere or crack a joke.

your favourite kind of cuddles were when you were sick.

even though you did most of the cuddling, he always made sure he was available for you to hug.

he’d miss weeks off work for you.

even if you weren’t sick but just needed his presence.

he would make sure he had your favourite blanket wrapped around you both as you watched bad tv, sharing a tub of ice cream that he conjured.

because it wasn't only comfort you found in between his arms.

you also found a home.

a/n: i'm very sorry for how long this took, i've been really busy, but i hope you enjoy 💕💕 x

[snowflakesnsundry]

                                       Chapter 70- The Other Side

Double update this weekend! Like I said, this one was done before the one previous. 

[powerbottom-thor]

Imagine this happening! Just.... just imagine this! 😳😳😱😱😌😌 - - - - And yeah! Sorry, I can't post 'illegal love' or 'the lost twin's next parts regularly! But I'll try my best! Actually I'm busy with my upcoming offline exams! But I'll try to post other things! Please don't start giving me hate for my delaying in AU and fanfic! 🥺🥺🙏🙏 Also it takes alot of time to make this AU & fanfic. I have to first decide the story and then have to find pics and some more content. So, yeah sorry again! 🙏🙏 Anyways enjoy🤗🤗 ~DON'T REPOST WITHOUT GIVING CREDIT~ [@twhiddleston @officialloki] { #lokiforever #lokistan #lokiedit #lokinews #loki #lokimemes #lokithorsbrother #lokiandthor #lokilovesthor #lokiarmy #lokixloki #lokified #lokismut #lokifanfiction #lokilovesthor #lokilovestesseract #lokilove #hiddlesworth #hiddlesbaby #hiddlestoner #hiddlesbum #avengersinfinitywar #avengers2012 #lokivsloki #lokiodinson #lokiimagine #lokiseries #loki #oldvsnew #kneelforloki #kingloki } (at LOKI) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMKbIyHlUd7/?igshid=7t52dww8lx6y

[devilish--doll]

Looking for fic recommendations..

I'm searching for stuff to binge read in my free time, without having to search through the never ending tags of Ao3 and finding nothing intriguing or anything that I haven't already read twice over.

Preferably Loki/OFC or Loki/Reader though I am not averse to any other TH’s characters or even original work if it is good. 

Im open minded to the genre, and won't shy from the darker fics either. Mature/Explicit ratings are always a plus since it makes things a whole lot more interesting. 

I dont care if its on Ao3 or fanficnet or even Wattpad for that matter as long as its good. 

Leave a note or Dm me and please reblog :) 

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[starswelike]

Read read read read this Loki X OC story please!!

https://my.w.tt/0WGAavRbDcb

[laufeysonblog]

Bum Bum Bum

Characters: Loki x reader

Summary: after flat sounds ‘My heart goes Bum Bum Bum”. “My illusionist..” she calls him. “Tonight you remember I wear green”. The prince was set to marry his good childhood companion Y/N. In their engagement there has been nothing but pleasurities and sincerity, love and honesty. Later into their engagement he ventures into the northern woods, there his mistress the giantess Angrboða waits, infatuated with her ways of insolence and pride there is an affair. Prince of Mischief, and trick forgets all of his sincere fiancée. ‘From a child she’d love him, she loved him now still, his mischief, his mistakes, his faults and she loved him. She forgave.’

Word count: 1799

Chapter: One

Warnings- NSFW Smut, angsts, Blood.

A/N- this is from the inspiration of Flatsound’s ‘My heart goes Bum Bum Bum’. Feedback is more then welcome. I have written before, but this is my first time ever posting to tumblr and I’m exited to see where this goes! This is something I plan on continuing if all goes well.

The present.

The Cumulonimbus, dark and unyielding they cast their silhouettes over the jagged reaching shore. The rain gives of herself unto the ocean, her droplets falling mercilessly into the sea, A startling low rumble rang loud in the Northern brisk air. The waves break around the rocks in the shallows in violent thrusts. The wind lashed in a torrent of its own as if determined to strike fear into the shores only land-dweller. The wind her nemesis, his sounds howl gusting about her body. The violin is her only companion in this storm. Its slender strings caress her fingers, its curves are tenderly traced under her palm, the instrument to her neck her bow skips among the strings, it’s assault pitiless.

The violin makes its attempt to yell over the waves, it’s voice becoming hoarse. Her companions holler reverberated in her ears like a clap of thunder like those of the storm, such was it’s rage. It’s anger livid. It’s anger made it Alive, no such thing could know such emotion. Instruments came only close to knowing honest vehemence, they came the closest to embracing it. Sharing it. The violin was of empathy.

Torrid emotion taken over. The brisk winds thrash her hair about her crimson cheeks, the heavens rains wet her satin slip too clutching tightly to her flesh. She looks just of the storm. Her legs quake, thretening to give in and she doesn’t. She matches the storm. Either of them threaten the other to give in first. She yells into the storms mighty roars. The heavens fight her. Behind her the cliffs rise towards the sky, she thinks them on her side in this quarrel with the storm.

Her name resonates over the winds. Her knees come undone.

The ocean wins. Her knees bleed over the stones.

Her violin in strings and splinters. A tightening in her chest, a chill creeps over her skin an unwelcome illy feeling. Her remaining thread of strength frayed before breaking completely, sending her plummeting to the stones, she yells profanities at the storm with al, that she has left, she accuses the rains and her heavens.

She’s held into a swaddle of his chest and his arms.

The arms so tight squeezed a fraction tiger, another yell from herself.

And she felt the quarrel within her coming to a ease. What he might have saw. What he might have thought, she’d never know. “He’s gone” comes a hoard voice. “He’s gone” Thor breathes.

……

Months ago.

The fire stirs. A same bitter wind. A same brisk rain.

In this forest he is with his tribe of wood and leaf, among the giants whose roots hug the earth. Their breaths rise in visible puffs and though there is a soft wind they are warm with one another. They were too old for outdoor sex; it really should be all silk sheets and petals, but he doesn’t care and neither does she. She being his mistress of the north woods.

The ground was slick with rain. Their lips moved in a tireless mess of hunger. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster.

He breathes in the sin they erotically share. The pair were nude and their skin worked, moving together. His hand entered, whilst moving fast, their tongues intertwined in a mess of a kiss. The women’s teeth snatched his lips, and he licked hers. And then he’s inside, changing her breathing with every hungry thrust, he groaned hearing her moans chimed with his body. He feels her heated flesh. Then all at once he stops, taking her breast in his lips. His hand caresses her curves, he’s using his fingers and his tongue all at once. She’s moaning wildly, her nails remained tightly clasped into his scalp. They come to a climax together their moans resonating wildly.

Angrboða was a Jötunn casted to the Aæsirs woods, she alike any giantess, though she lacked in size and aspect . Her flesh was a milky white, what stood from this was her pink colored lips and the shadows that rested in the crease of her eyes. She, much like him was a shifter of aspect. Angrboða adorned her flesh in white unruly furs, the rest in animal skins that barely covered her breasts, her charcoal hair was pinned, with thick ringlets falling from her shoulders and clipped braids in gold. Blue tribal markings showcased around an eyes, her cheeks and descended from her bottom lip to her chin.

Their limbs mangled together they lay in piles of fur beside their fires embers.

His hand strokes her arm, a silver rings their about his ring. A ring of promise, promises he had broke in this affair.

…...

There was kind of a gentle breeze you don't notice unless you stop and be present in the moment.

His mother Frigga sits on the bench. They sit under a gazebo, held by columns looking like those belonging to the Greeks. The benches and floor are made of marble, the cracks glisten with gold. The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers cut through the soft scent of the morning's dewy grass. What was only green a week before has become a garland of the most vibrant blooms. How they come from earth, sunshine and rain feels akin to magic, even though the science is well known. The winter should still be in force but already spring had pushed it back to moderate temperatures and the kind of gentle breeze you don't notice unless you stop and be present in the moment.

The wind sways Frigga hair, she wears a dress, blue skirts overlapping. She wears gold and white inscribed plates. A white scarf comes in the front. She’s beautiful. “Why son?, why?” She Demands. She holds her composure well, much like her son. But their is devastation riddled in her tone that not even she an illusionist could hide. She wrings her hands In her lap, a habit they both share. Loki stares towards the flowers. He could not face his mother. “Loki” she began. She knew of his affair. Odin had consulted her. Tears shed from her grey blue eyes. Loki says nothing.

“Your Fiancée Y/N is away in her room angry with you. nonetheless angry with herself. She Blames herself more then even you. This affair has devastated her, so young Loki, only a young woman and you’ve put her through so much already. Shame, anger, guilt..Why?” she demands mores after.

He says nothing. Overcome and distraught with her son she backhands him.

Shocked his head turns towards her quickly. In her grey, and his green eyes their are two different types of emotion, but each are riddled with restrained tears.

He stands as does she..”Loki, I am sorry” she says, genuine. Frigga had never disciplined her children in such a way. That had been the first and last time. “You seek some sort of explanation that may justify your sons infidelity..my infidelity, Maybe it was I distraught or confused..or bewitched.seduced..No mother, I entered the woods knowingly and left them with no heavy consciousness.” He does not lie. She tries to compose her anger.

She backhand him again. Angry, she does not apologize nor does she seem to feel bad. “My son, I as your mother do expect such better from you. I have taught you morals, have I not?” His mother seethed.

Silence. Only silence.

……...

The dress hugged and fell down her hips.

His hands caressed her figure. His fingers ventured over the fabric.

His thin lips touched her leg, and a breath slipped from her own lips. Carefully she worked at her earrings before the oak brimmed concave mirror. Loki’s fingers played at the brim of her short dress, threatening to venture farther. She stood and he was on his knees behind her, shadowing near. His head on her back he whispered to her, asking for forgiveness. He smelled of ale, his consciousness was blurry. As was hers. He slept with a Giantess. A mistress to the woods. The mistress infatuated Loki, with her insolence and pride.

The giantess was refreshing she recalled at the back of her mind. She had heard her fiancés whispers to his own brothers' companion, he’s tried to fit in with them, their weapons their women. Intoxicated he boasted of his giantess the pleasurities he had discovered with her. How she’d been so refreshing from herself. From their intimacy. She felt sick just of the remembrance.

“Please” he whispered, kissing her leg once more. Green gems matched her dress. She turned, kneeling before him. Her eyes searching for his dazed ones. He smiles for her a lopsided grin reaching for her hands. “No” she said, pushing them gently. His grin turns lopsided. She tilts her head at him. Looking. He shared so much with his giantess, he shared himself, they were to be married to be one, in doing what he did she felt as if he shared herself.

He comes to her palms on her hips. The prince looks up at her. Theirs a silence between them. A palm taken from her hip caresses her fabric covered thigh. “Y/N My love, I love you. It was you yesterday, it is you today it will be you tomorrow. For the rest of time it is you” he assured. He wasn’t afraid. His love adored him, him her prince, him her fiancé. From a child she’d love him, she loved him now still, his mischief, his mistakes, his faults and she loved him. She forgave.

Her fingers touched his cheek. And in his eyes, she saw confidence even in the daze of his eyes. Loki leaned for a kiss, her fingers from his cheek slided to his lips as she stared. “My illusionist..” She calls him. Her other hand is on his. She leans closer to him. “Tonight you remember I wear green”.

She leaves him there in their shared chambers to wander.

..................................