#Loveable Loki

[anukulee]

I Love Hating You (Loki Request)

Requested by @smolvenger

Everything had been normal until it wasn't, Carrie had just settled down from a long day at work, nursing a warm drink in one hand, her phone clutched tightly in the other. Her screen is already covered in the blue exterior of Tumblr, something she found herself seeking even more today. She didn't feel drawn to her computer and discovered her phone screen preferable.

Carrie had just begun scrolling, watching as posts from her mutual friends and favorite writers filled her screen. She barely had time to react for suddenly a flash of blue entered her line of sight. She blinked merely once, thinking the flash was merely a result of her exhaustion from work. Yet when her eyes opened once more, she was faced with the very last person that she expected to see, as the love of her life was currently right in front of her.

His jet-black hair fell down to his neck, his eyes now green as his signature color, no longer under Thanos's control. He held a blue glowing object in his chained hands that Carrie knew could only be one thing. A gasp escaped her lips upon seeing him, for never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would be faced with such a sight. "Loki," was all she could manage to utter.

It was upon Carrie uttering this, that snapped Loki's attention towards her. As with his still chained hands, he pulled his muzzle off his mouth now no longer having to deal with the Avengers insisting he keep it on, along with the tesseract now dropping to the floor. Yet rather than be greeted, with the familiar sight of one of his tunnels, instead, he was faced with a woman, with hair as light as a twig, eyes as brown as an oak tree with the slightest bit of green in them, her gaze focused solely on him, dressed in what looked to be Midgaridan clothing. Causing Loki to be even more confused, the gaze that she held seemed to be more confused than frightened. As he stepped forward yet rather than retreat, this woman seemed to show little fear. "How do you know my name?"

"How couldn't I not know the name of my future husband."

"I beg your pardon, your future what?"

"Husband?"

"Yes."

"As if I would be married to the likes of you, sure you must be jesting?"

"I never jest unlike you, Loki."

A little bit of Loki was relieved upoun hearing this, delighted that this woman had put aside her so called claims to make him her husband. "You act as if you know me," he spit ever the bitter tone, hopping that the topic would be put far behind them. For it would be beneath Loki to marry someone such as her wouldn't it? Thus what encouraged Loki's next reply still as cunning as the rest, meant to stop this before she pushed to deep. Unluckily for her, she knew far better then he did, so despite his bitter words, she never falted. 

"I do."

"You don't."

"Oooh, but I do."

"Even if you did that doesn't answer my question."

"Doesn't it," the woman asked with a ghost of a smile crossing her lips.

"No, it doesn't so you either shall tell me how you know my name, or you will regret it."

"Will I," the woman asked her hands crossing against her chest.

"Yes, you will," Loki said his voice edging darker in an attempt to make his point clear. Yet what would usually seem as threatening lost its effect; likely due to the fact that Loki was still submissive to the chains that were wrapped around him.

"Considering you are the one in chains, I don't think you are in any place to be making demands of me."

"We shall see about that." With as much gust as he could, despite his position Loki tried to free himself of Stark's chains, yet seemed to fail to do so. A groan escaped Loki's lips in his lack of effort.

Despite Loki's struggle, the woman he found himself faced with seemed quite amused at his struggle. At this, she received a deadly glare from Loki's eyes, one that seemed to not falter. "How is that working out for you trickster?"

"Trickster?"

"Would you rather me call you trickster boy?"

While some might take amusement in this name, Loki didn't whatsoever, as his gaze seemed to get darker. For how dare one such as you speak to him in such a manner. Loki hadn't felt such irritation at one since Lady Sif (whom he never saw why Thor prefer her company). Through her body was nothing to sneeze about that he would ever admit it. Loki's lack of amusement leaked into his next words, his fist clenching despite the chains. "You dare to speak to me in such a way?"

"Don't you like it when a woman tests you?"

A look of confusion crossed Loki's face, one mirroring the one he would've worn when first meeting Hela. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard what I said."

"Even if I did, why would you know such things?"

"You could say I am a fan."

"If you are such a fan, why do you insist on tormenting me?"

"If not me who else?"

"For someone who has just met me, you seem quite confident considering you are dealing with a god."

"A god who is currently chained if I recall."

"Chains that I shall soon be out of."

"Why would you want to be out of them, seeing as how alluring you look in them."

"I beg your pardon," Loki asked once more wearing a confused look at this woman's remarks.

"You heard me."

"Did I?"

"We both know you did."

"Then why might you say, perhaps another smart remark."

"There's the pot calling the kettle black."

"I beg your pardon, what did you just say?"

"Here I thought one burdened with glorious purpose would already know this."

"As if I have the time to learn your Migardian slang. I have other things to take care of."

"Such as what?"

"That is none of your business."

"Considering I am the only one who might be helping you, I would be a little more grateful."

"And how might you assist me?"

"By getting you out of those chains."

"And you would do that how?"

"By unlocking the keyhole."

"And you think I can't do this on my own."

"We both know if you could've you would've already done it by now."

"Because you know so much about me."

"I happen to think I do."

"Confident aren't you?"

"Trickster you may be the god of mischief, but let me assure you, that you are nothing compared to what I have had to

handle."

"Why am I, not surprised, you Midgardian always did seem to lack manners."

"Confident as ever I see that Thanos's control is no longer hold of you."

"How do you know of him?"

"I will tell you, once you ask nicely."

"And why should I?"

"You want out of those chains don't you," she asked pointing at Loki's chains.

"Yes."

"Then I suggest you ask politely like the gentleman I know you are."

"If I ask then you shall tell me why you seem to know so much about me."

"Whatever you want handsome."

"I shall consider your offer."

"I would be quick."

"And why should I?"

A smirk crossed the woman's features as she walked in Loki's direction, going so far as to pick up the glowing tesseract.

"If you would like this back, I suggest you think quickly my dear handsome trickster."

"Minx."

"Why thank you, now what do you say," the woman asked setting the tesseract closer to her. Her hand now holding out ready to take Loki's hand.

"If I must, through I should at least know your name."

"I suppose I shall grant you the name of your future wife."

"Seriously this again?"

"Yes, again."

"Why?"

"Because we both know that's what's going to happen."

"In your wildest dreams," Loki remarked with a scuff.

"Those have come true, so why shouldn't I believe this might not?"

"Because I detest you."

"Do you really?"

"Yes, I do."

"Whatever you say husband," the woman teased.

"Call me that again and I will."

"You will what?" The woman's arms were skeptical at best, given the lack of threat that Loki held at the moment.

At that moment Loki knew he must give in for now. "Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Positive, now don't make me reconsider my choice, woman."

"Carrie."

"What?"

"That's my name."

"Such a pretty name for an irritating woman."

"You won't think of me like that forever."

"Won't I?"

"You won't."

"How I detest you."

A shrug went across Carrie's shoulders. "At least you might love to hate me, better than nothing."

"Just help me out already," Loki said far tired of the bickering.

"Whatever you wish, my love," Carrie said as with a glow of Loki's seidr a key popped into Carrie's hand.

"This key shall open anything even Stark's chains," Loki said whilst Carrie examined it.

"I see put first say the magic words."

"And those are?"

"Please."

"Never."

"Then you won't get out."

"Truly?"

"Try me."

"Fine, please," Loki said in no mood for more bickering with Carrie.

With a quick click of the lock, Loki was soon out of the chains, but Carrie's gaze still lingered on him. "Now what

trickster?"

"I hate you," is all Loki said.

"For now."

"No, forever."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes."

"Here I was about to offer you to room with me, but if you would rather be out then who am I to stop you," Carrie proclaimed with a shrug.

"Fine, I shall stay, but as soon as I can get out I will."

"Whatever you say," Carrie as it was with these words did the story begin as with one teleportation, a story was truly about to begin. One that would result in Loki finding something he never expected to find, but that is a story to tell in another universe, for this was only the start of Loki loving to hate his soon-to-be bride.

[anukulee]

anukulee

A/N: This is a skit that was running through my mind the moment I saw this post.

Loki: Yes, more of my gloriousness on screen *raises hands in the air*. 

Me: Don't you have enough of it already?

 Loki: *glares at me* You can never have enough of me. 

Me: Cocky much *crosses arms against her chest*

 Loki: *steps closer and tilts chin towards him* You act as if you don't already love me. 

Me: I never said I didn't but *Loki puts hand on lips*. 

Loki: But nothing now I would be quiet, so I can show these mortals how to capture me properly on the screen.

 Me: And if I don't? 

Loki: *smirks* Then rest assured you will be punished. 

Me: You wouldn't. 

Loki: Wouldn't I?

Tom on the set of The Avengers/Thor TDW 

Loki explaining Midgardians how to make the movies better 

[lokimobius]

SKIN?

[november-rayne]

This man must be protected at all costs!!

How can someone be so adorkable and so goddamn hot at the same time? 🥴🥴🥴

'Loki' Season 1 Blooper Reel

[oh-look-at-her]

"I can do....terrible things to you."

Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general

Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡

“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.

And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.

“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"

And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....

I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.

"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."

I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."

"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."

He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.

"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"

He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.

"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.

"No, this dress is not a dancing type dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."

My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"

He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"

My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.

"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."

"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.

"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.

He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.

"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."

He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.

Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.

He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.

"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.

"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.

"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.

"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?

"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."

Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.

"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.

He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.

"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.

It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.

I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.

"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."

He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.

"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."

I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"

"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily

"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.

His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.

"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.

"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.

"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.

The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

And I let him.

His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.

"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.

Please kiss me already.

I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.

His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....

My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.

"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.

I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.

"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.

He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.

I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.

He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.

He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.

He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.

He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.

He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.

And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.

His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.

He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.

He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.

He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.

Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.

His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.

"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.

He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.

"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.

"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.

I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.

He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.

"Please...i want you to be mean to me."

"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.

"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.

He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.

He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.

He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.

He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.

He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.

After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.

I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.

"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.

His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.

He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.

Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.

He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.

"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.

"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.

I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.

He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.

He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.

"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.

He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"

"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.

He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.

His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.

"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.

He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.

"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.

He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.

His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.

"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.

He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.

"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.

I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.

I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.

I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.

He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.

Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.

"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.

I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.

"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.

"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.

"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.

"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.

He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.

He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?

He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.

The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.

"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.

"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.

He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.

My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."

"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.

"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.

"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.

"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.

He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.

I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.

"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.

"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.

The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.

Tightening... Tightening....

"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.

The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.

A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.

We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.

"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.

"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.

"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"

"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."

"Awhh how sweet." I coax.

"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.

"About what?"

"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.

"You know what I was also right about?"

"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.

"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."

[mcufan72]

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU)/ 18+

Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol and cigarette consumption, angst, soft!dom/sub vibes, angry-fucking (consensual), stubborn reader

I played a little bit 'what if...' and no, I'm not retelling MCU stuff, I always create my own

It took you some hours to find sleep last night. You didn't even remember when and how you returned from the library back home. You were kind of paralyzed after you had found out the truth about Luke… no, Loki was his name. It wasn't the fact that you had fallen in love with an alien or that he was maybe the demi-god from the myths. It was the fact that the newspaper articles, which you didn't even read completely, were saying that he was a bad guy, an invader, evil, destructive and a ‘war criminal’. Maybe he had been all of this but you weren't in a position to judge him for that and also you'd never do that. What confused you was that it absolutely didn't fit the impression you had gotten of him in all the time you've spent together. Loki was the most attentive, caring, loveable and sweetest man you've ever met. There must be more to it, something like a change of mind on his part.

You wished you could talk to him just one more time to ask him all the questions you had. But you had destroyed this path and the possibility of him finding you was low. Besides, you were sure he'd stopped looking for you. You were sure with him paying you for fourteen days and nights, which was a hella lot of money, and your refusal to take it, he was done with you once and for all. Understandable because in the end you'd just offered him a service and your body and your kisses might never have meant anything to him.

The next morning a knock at your door ripped you out of your work. You were already sitting in front of your laptop again writing your thesis, a mug of freshly brewed coffee next to you and several textbooks and already printed pages of your thesis lying spread on the table. And not to speak about the clothes which were spread around your apartment, on the floor and the sofa or the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and the several empty packages from the Indian and Chinese takeaway or the pizza and pasta boxes. Your nutrition was a catastrophe these days but you hadn't any time for doing groceries and cooking some fresh and healthy food. Living in the chaos, too much coffee and junk food wasn't the best thing but the easiest until your exams were done and tidy-up you could do later.

“Coming!” You answered the knocking and stood up from the chair. You didn't expect a visitor at this time but you guessed it could be one of your neighbors.

“Hi, y/n I'm so sorry for disturbing you,” your lovely neighbour Karen greeted you after you had opened the door. She was still in her pyjamas like you. It was still early in the morning.

“Hey, Karen, no issues, you're not disturbing me. What can I do for you?” You asked her.

“I don't wanna be annoying, dear but could you lend me some flour and sugar? I want to make some blinis before I leave for work and I don't have enough flour and forgot to buy sugar…”

“No problem, of course I can lend you flour and sugar…wait, I'm back in a minute,” you laughed and vanished into your kitchen. You came back with a bag of sugar and a bag of flour and passed both to Karen.

“You can keep it and bring me some new flour and sugar in the next few days, there's no hurry,” you said and smiled brightly at her.

“Oh dearest you're a lifesaver,” she answered thankfully. “I'll bring you some blinis tomorrow when I'm back from my night shift,” and she waved you goodbye.

“It's alright, dear, thank you,” and you waved her goodbye, too. You closed the door and went back to your laptop, sat down again and continued writing. You had just finished a couple of sentences and drunk your coffee when it knocked at your door again. You looked up from the screen towards the door and a smile curved your lips.

“Coming,” you called towards the door and opened it with a bright smile on your face. “Have you forgotten something,” you asked while opening the door because you assumed it would be Karen again but when you had opened the door completely your smile died immediately and your face froze. After a second of realization, you slammed the door shut and leaned with your back against it. That couldn't be. How the hell did he find you?

Walker had told Loki in which apartment he would find you before he got out of the car. Loki didn't know which doorbell he should ring. Walker hadn't told him your real name because he thought it wasn't his job to do so. You had to tell Loki your name yourself. He already brought him here, to your house and it was more than he was allowed to do. It would cost him his job if Rhea found out about this and he considered himself as already sacked. But he wanted to help you both because he thought you two were a wonderful couple and that Loki and you had great chemistry. He also had the impression that Loki was the right man for you to help get you out of danger and out of the escort business. He still was convinced you didn't belong there and he was also convinced that Loki's obvious feelings for you were genuine.

Before Loki could think about which doorbell to ring first, someone left the building and he could get into the hallway. He used the stairway to get to your apartment and took some deep breaths, adjusted his jacket and raked his hands through his hair before he knocked at your entrance door. He was nervous. Would you open the door and let him in? Possibly not and he wasn't really prepared for your possible rejection. He yearned for you and he just wanted you back.

“Coming,” he heard you happily calling. When you opened the door it seemed you were awaiting someone else who had maybe forgotten something and instead of greeting him, your beautiful smile vanished immediately, your face froze and you slammed the door shut right into his face. Damn, that was rude but relatable. He came unannounced and maybe much too early in the morning so he should've expected this reaction of yours. And no, he wasn't prepared for your rejection. Absolutely not.

“Sugar…please open the door. I just want to talk to you. But not through a closed door. Sugar…let me in, sweets…please,” he begged you, sadness in his soothing voice. How much you had missed his voice, talking calmingly to you. How much you had missed him.

“I've searched for you everywhere and for so long… Sugar, I need you back, please… sweets, open the door. Please!”

Should you open the door? He sounded so sad and desperate.

You turned around and slowly, very slowly you opened the door just a crack and lurked through it at him. He looked so unbelievably beautiful in his dark trousers, the dark-grey t-shirt with a V-neck and his black pea coat. It was the first time that you saw him in casual clothes and you were well aware that you were still in your white loose-fitting sleep shirt and your pink pyjama bottoms with the butterfly pattern, your face undone and your hair untamed and tousled. The real you, at least in the morning. He hadn't seen you like this either. And you looked anything but sexy.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him shyly, some wariness in your gaze.

“I wanted to see you,” Loki answered whispering, utterly delighted that you had opened your door for him. “And I need to talk to you, sweets.”

You slowly opened the door completely and stepped aside so he could walk past you and come in. Loki followed your wordless invitation and entered your apartment. You closed the door and turned around towards him, looking at his broad back and strong shoulders which radiated so much safety, watching him take off his pea coat and hang it up in your wardrobe next to your jackets and bags. You already knew that your jackets would later smell like him and that was a comforting thought. Loki looked lovingly at you and a slight smile appeared on his pretty face, studying your loveable appearance.

“They're very tousled…they always are, except when I'm Sugar,” you said quietly when you saw him staring at you and twirled a strand of your hair around one finger, looking at him embarrassed.

“You always look adorable, sweets and I like your hair when you wear it open. I always wished to see you like this,” Loki said, smiling lovingly at you.

“Take a seat, please…oh, wait…,” you offered him after some moments of awkward silence and you hurriedly took several clothes off the sofa to make room for him to sit down.

“I'm so sorry for the untidiness, I'm in final preparations for my exams and I barely have time to clean up… and I didn't expect any visitors,” you apologetically explained the mess of your apartment.

“Don't worry about it, sweets. I'm not here to judge about the condition of your apartment,” and he took a seat on the couch.

“Fancy a tea or a coffee?” You asked, playing with the hem of your t-shirt. You were curious about how he found out where you live. Someone must've helped him.

“Some coffee would be great,” Loki answered, leaning back against the sofa's backrest and spreading his legs. Him sitting like this and his amazing thighs would always do things to you. Memories of what he had made you do on his thighs flashed back into your mind and made your mouth watery and your cheeks blush. You would never get over him. A shiver ran down your spine and made your core tingle and your nipples tighten. You quickly went over to the kitchen to pour some coffee for him in a mug and you felt his gaze following you.

While you were walking toward your small open kitchen to get him a coffee, Loki let his gaze follow you. You looked adorable in your comfy sleeping clothes. He loved to see your face without any make-up and your hair open and undone. Probably he wouldn't have recognised you in the streets because you looked different like this, and you were more beautiful than he could've ever imagined. Your casual clothing makes you look so comfortable. He could sense your slightly peaked nipples under your t-shirt and he felt waves of arousal running through his body. But he wasn't here to get horny, he was here to talk and get you back.

He let his gaze wander further through your small apartment. It was truly a mess right now. On your desk, a chaos of textbooks and printed pages of your thesis around your laptop and an empty coffee mug next to it, clothes everywhere, empty food packages and pizza boxes. It wasn't to miss that you were focused on your studies only. But he also saw the order in your chaos and he could relate to it. Being the god of mischief also meant that chaos was a great part of his business as well, among other things.

The only tidy thing was the evening gown he had given to you, neatly on a hanger hanging on the open door of your bedroom, right next to your dresser. On your dresser, he saw some photos in a frame. In the pictures were you as a child in the arms of a woman who he assumed was your mum, both laughing and presenting self-made cinnamon rolls to the camera and in another one where you stood with your mum on a beach with the sea and an old castle on a hill in the sea in the background, you both brightly smiling into the camera again. Your childhood must've been a wonderful one. You looked so happy in the pictures.

Next to the photos he discovered the small bouquet of his self-picked wildflowers, well-done dried and nicely decorated on the top of your dresser. A slight smile curved his lips because it touched his heart that you had kept his little gift and that you'd decorated it so lovingly. Next to your dresser, he saw your shoes, relatively neatly placed. The black high heels, the golden high heel sandals, the knee-high leather boots… and a pair of dark-green trainers. He frowned and raised his eyebrows. He was sure he had seen them before somewhere and more than once.

“Here, your coffee. Black and pure, the way you like it, I assume,” you passed him the mug, ripping him out of his thoughts. You sat down next to him and let your gaze wander from the patch of his chest hair up to his pretty face with this chiselled jaw and cheekbones, framed by those incredible black curls, his gaze piercing but heartwarming as always. There was so much longing in it. Nonetheless, you felt stripped by his staring. Maybe it was because he saw the real you for the very first time. You were in your comfy clothes, undone and vulnerable and you couldn't hide behind the pretty mask named Sugar. You felt so fragile and you were at the brink of crying. On the other hand, how dare he come here? You had forbidden him to search you and suddenly you felt angry too.

“How did you find me,” you asked him sternly. Loki sipped his coffee and placed the mug on a free space on the coffee table.

“I looked everywhere for you, sweets and there isn't a place I haven't been to find you and I didn't want to wait until our next appointment to see you again,” Loki answered genuinely and calmly.

“This is not what I meant. Who told you where to find me? Was it Rhea? You don't know my name, you didn't even know how I look when I'm not Sugar, so who told you?” Your anger and anxiety grew, your voice got louder and tears welled up in your eyes. This always happens when you are angry or scared.

“Rhea didn't tell me anything about you or where you live. Walker brought me here. I asked him for help. I knew no other way anymore and he's the only person who knows where you live. I've been to Vivian's Velvet more than once but nobody there knows Sugar… They know just Candy. I don't know what to think about it…”

“There's no relevance to it and should be none of your concerns. And Walker…it'll cost him his job and Rhea… didn't she tell you to stay away from me, that I don't want to see you again? Didn't she send you the money back? I also told you in my letter that I don't want you to be involved in my shit. Why don't you just leave me alone?” you continued ranting.

“Did you really think I wouldn't look for you after that incredible night we spent together and the letter you left behind, telling me that someone is blackmailing you? And please don't be mad at Walker. He's concerned about you too. He wanted to help and I had to convince him that I need to find you, that I have my reasons for it and that my intentions are good. He didn't do it lightly. Rhea didn't tell me anything, she just sent my money back to my bank account with that note ‘acceptance denied’. I don't understand…”

“Oh yes, talking about that… who do you think you are? Did you want to buy me? Seriously? Giving me all your money to ‘save’ me so you can own me and tell me what to do or not to do? Forbid me to escort other men? Because I owe you then?” You got off the sofa and walked some steps away from him. You needed some distance. You turned around to face him and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I might be a whore and you can buy my services but you cannot buy me, loverboy and I'll never take any money from anyone without working for it. It's the last bit of pride I have left and you…,” you pointed with a finger at him, “...won't take this from me. I'm not your property. I won't depend on your mercy, I don't need this ever again,” you yelled at him and some tears ran down your cheeks. You didn't want to yell at him or push him away like that but your anxieties and your saved emotions took the better of you. Also, you feared the consequences it could have when you asked him for help. Consequences not only for you but for him.

“And I'm not mad at Walker, I'm mad at you. Mad at you because you didn't stop looking for me, mad at you because you forced him to bring you here and risk his job, mad at you that you tried to force me to take your money without consideration.” You knew you were overreacting and you shouldn't treat him like that, he didn't deserve to be treated like that. He had always been kind and loving with you but you became more and more overwhelmed by everything that was threatening you for months now.

“Are you done now?” He asked resentfully.

“I didn't want to buy you. I just paid for the time you may have spent with me and escorting me if you would have been bookable. I don't demand anything from you, you owe me nothing, sweets,” he vehemently explained but you shook your head in disbelief.

“Everything in life has its price, ‘Luke’. Life gives you nothing!” You spat.

“Why are you implying I did something bad? I did it because I care about you, because… I don't want you to meet other men, because I can't stand the fact that other men look at you, touch you, desire you,” Loki stated. Why were you so angry and stubborn? And why have you emphasized his name like that?

“And why is that? I'm an escort, it's my job to meet men and you're a client like them. Why can't you stand it?” You wanted to know but maybe you already knew the answer, and he was definitely more to you than just a client.

“Because… because I fell in love with you and I want you all for myself. I know it wasn't supposed to happen…but it happened nonetheless. And I was jealous, so damn jealous of your other clients, all the other men who were horny for you. Now it's out, now you know why!” He just hoped you would finally give in now and let him help you.

“No, you don't love me. You don't know me. You love my fake identity, the carefree, tempting little shit named Sugar, who escorts other men and who escorts you and also fucked with you for a living. That's not love, Luke. That's just lust and passion…” Angry tears ran down your cheeks and you ran your fingers through your hair. You wished you could give in and tell him everything. In the end, you just wanted to be with him.

“Just lust and passion you say? What were your kisses then? Were they just fake too?” Loki's heart sank. This conversation didn't go as he expected and escalated quickly.

“They were just…kisses and without any meaning...probably,” you stammered. It was a lie but you couldn't admit the true feelings you had for him. He still didn't know everything about you and at least he wouldn't stay. So why give in to the feeling of love when he would leave you anyway? “I told you right from the beginning that you mustn't fall in love with me!”

“I never wanted to fall in love with you, yet I did,” he whispered under his breath.

“Why didn't you listen to me?” His answer to that was just a huff and a headshake.

“Ah, and about your kisses, Sugar … so they were kisses without meaning, you say. Didn't you tell me you only ever kiss a man when you're in love with him? So that was a lie then?… Well, interesting because I know whenever you're lying and it didn't feel like a lie when we kissed. But it's okay, I'll accept that you don't want me and that your kisses were fake.” It broke your heart further when you heard him saying that because contrary to what he said you wanted him and your kisses had been genuine but this pain now in your heart was the price you had to pay for all the fucked up shit.

“Nonetheless you can accept my help and my money. Consider it a gift. Nothing can change my ambition to keep you away from other men.” His anger grew and he just wanted to grab you and shake the stubbornness out of you so you would finally let him be there for you. “The worst thing is you're still convinced you can solve your problem alone. Girl, someone is blackmailing you and this piece of shit who does this to you with whatever it is wants a lot of money you don't have and will never get on an honestly or legally way. How many men do you want to fuck to earn all that money, hm? Ten, fifty, hundred?” He angrily questioned, waiting for your answer.

“I'd sleep with every filthy rich guy in Manhattan if necessary, my only issue is that I don't have enough time anymore for that,” you said desperately and sternly, more tears slowly running down your cheeks. The truth was you only wanted him to grab you, fuck you properly and wished immediately afterwards everything would be alright again.

“Are you kidding me? You're never going to do that. You aren't a whore, you've never been. And even if you were, according to your letter you're just my whore, aren't you? So who are you kidding?” He asked you too loudly and he was really sorry for that.

“Do I have to fuck some mind into you first so you finally take my money and let me help you?” In one quick move he stood up from the sofa and with two big strides he stood in front of you. “Come here, then work for it, you sweet stubborn whore! Be a good girl for me!” He growled angrily and darkly, grabbed you by your upper arms and walked you backwards towards your kitchen. His sudden action took you off guard but actually it was exactly what you wanted him to do. All of the pent-up frustration, anxieties and longing for each other needed to be released. Words couldn't do it for you two right now so you two had to act.

“You know what? I've had enough of your stubbornness!”

He quickly turned you around and bent you over the kitchen counter tugging your pyjama bottoms hastily down and your linen panty quickly aside. He then pushed two of his fingers purposefully into your cunt, pumping them in and out a few times before he rubbed them, slick with your juices, back and forth through your folds and over your clit, making you moan lasciviously. He wanted to make sure that you were ready for him, to hurt you would never be his intention. He wanted nothing else than you listening to him and making you happy again. He would make you listen to him, he would make you believe that he wanted to help you, that he loved you and that he would never leave you alone. But he was so angry and worried and he wanted you to feel it physically because his words didn't reach you. And besides all that he just needed you, now.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, still angry and panting heavily. His dominant behaviour turned you incredibly on.

“I do just what you need right now and the only thing you'll understand because you don't hear what I'm trying to tell you, you stubborn girl,” he growled into your ear and he continued pumping his fingers deeply in and out of you.

“Look at you, my little brat, so wet already, you're so shameless and horny, eager to get fucked, aren't you? Want me to have my way with you? Want me to make you work for me, hm? So you can take my money with a clear conscience? Does this make you so wet or is it just because of me and the knowledge that I'll fuck you properly and relentlessly into oblivion? Tell me, sweet thing, want me to take you?” His arousal got bigger with every second he had you under his tight grip and he just waited for your consent. He wouldn't continue without that.

“Yes, oh god, yes, fuck me, that's what I want. Make me listen… make me believe,” you whimpered with genuine longing, trying to get a grip on the kitchen counter. You wanted him to make you forget about everything even if it were just for a short moment.

“Oh yes, your god will take you, never doubt me, sweet thing.” Loki snarled lustfully and tugged your panties finally down. He unfastened his belt quickly, opened the zipper and freed his manhood. He stroked himself a few times, kicked your legs further apart and shoved his steel-hard, pre-cum dripping cock straight into your wet cunt. He fucked you hard and deeply but carefully to not hurt you. He was so deep yet not deep enough, his swollen balls were slapping against your clit and his cock slid powerfully over your special spot inside of you. It wouldn't take you long to reach your climax and your obscene moans were witness to it.

Loki grabbed you firmly by your hips and penetrated you faster and faster until one of his hands slid quickly up at your flank and over your shoulder. He grabbed the front of your throat and closed his big hand around it. He pulled your upper body backward against his chest, still holding firmly onto your hip and your throat, slamming his needy cock into your silken heat as violently and deeply as possible, almost breaking you in half. Your one hand clasped his nape, your other hand his forearm and you couldn't do anything else than let him fuck you pretty hard. His dominance and his deep demanding thrusts let you spiral deeper into arousal and lust.

“You better arch that back if you want to cum, sweet thing,” he commanded seductively and you just obeyed and confirmed your will to come by arching your back and letting out a long moan.

“You feel so good, make me cum, please make me cum, I need you,” you begged him breathlessly. His hand around your throat and his merciless thrusts brought you quickly to the brink of climaxing. The violence and impetuosity of his love-making surprised you and you already knew you wanted more of it, more of him. You wanted him to play with you, to punish you, punish you for running away, for refusing his help, for being a brat and arguing with him.

You knew he was desperate for you as much as you were desperate for him and you also knew that he would never hurt you. Angry-fucking was your secret kink you never dared talk about to your ex and you were glad that Loki was the one who fulfilled your dream. You would feel so much better afterwards, you just knew it. Once he promised you pleasure and didn't disappoint you, he never did and as soon as you were together with him you felt safe. He released your throat and his hand wandered down to one of your breasts, firmly cupping and kneading it and pinching and playing with your nipple.

“I'll fuck the stubbornness out of you, girl and when you're about to cum you'll say my name … did you hear me?” He commanded.

“Yesss, yes I heard you,” you moaned breathlessly.

He felt your cunt massaging his cock and he knew he wasn't going to last long and your permanent moans and whimpers nearly sent him straight over the edge.

“Oh god, I'm about to cum,” you squeaked and you couldn't hold it back anymore. He felt so good and you felt so heavenly full of him.

He fucked you like an animal and a wolfish grin curved his lips. “Then say my name… say it,” and he tried to get deeper while his thrusts became sloppier.

“I'm coming, Loki… please don't stop…”

“Say my name…” and you felt him heavily panting against the sweaty skin of your neck.

“Loki…,” and with an obscene scream you came hard around his throbbing cock.

He gritted his teeth and threw his head back when he came undone with an animalistic groan. He filled you to the brim and enjoyed the silky grip of your cunt milking him. His knees were buckling and he collapsed against your back, carefully guiding your upper bodies towards the countertop so you could both rest there for a moment and catch your breaths.

“Fuck, that felt so good,” Loki groaned and pressed a kiss to your sweaty neck and heard your quiet sigh.

He slowly pulled out of you and watched his cum dripping out of your well-fucked pussy. He was more than pleased. He cleaned himself with a sheet of paper towel which he grabbed from the kitchen counter and put his cock back in his briefs and trousers.

You were still dizzy and bathed in the aftermath of your orgasm and his domination and you still craved for his touch. You felt his cum running down your legs. You raised your torso from the kitchen counter and reached for a sheet of paper towel to dry your inner thighs. Loki looked satisfied at you and smirked.

“Can we talk like adults now?” He asked you teasingly, his cheeks rosy and the blue shimmer under his skin was gone. You both felt much better now and that's what you radiated. Sometimes a good fuck was all you needed.

“Yes,...yes, we can. I just want to clean myself quickly, please excuse me for a moment,” you said quietly, turning around to face him. He looked exhausted but satisfied and you were sure you didn't look any different.

“No,” he answered softly and shook his head.

“No?”

“No, my cum stays inside of you,” he smirked and he helped you into your panties and your pyjama bottoms and pulled both up and over your butt.

“I want you to feel how seriously I want to help you and how much you mean to me.”

He pulled you gently against his chest and wrapped his arms around you, cradling you carefully. You reciprocated his embrace and buried your face in his chest. You breathed in his familiar scent you had missed so much. Not only the scent of his skin or his cologne, or the musky after-sex scent. It was the scent of love, comfort and safety.

He dipped his head to kiss you and latched his lips onto yours and when you opened your lips, his tongue slid into your mouth exploring your warmth and your softness. Your heart felt like it had to explode and you reciprocated his loving kiss with utter passion.

To have you back in his arms, feeling your softness, inhaling your sweet scent and kissing you passionately again was the greatest feeling of all and the only thing he ever wanted. This ugly feeling of anger and tension was gone and you were closer to each other again. There was a lot you had to talk about and it seemed that the time had come now.

“My kisses were and are genuine, please believe me,” you whispered after that amazing kiss and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“I know and I do believe you. Are you okay, sweets? I hope I didn't hurt you,” he asked you softly and concernedly.

“No, you didn't. I feel good. Maybe it's what I needed and was necessary to get my conscious mind back,” you answered soothingly.

“I didn't want to go too rough on you, I'm so sorry, sweet thing …,” he murmured.

“It felt good and I liked it. I know I call myself sugar but I'm not made of it,” you told him softly and you raised your head to look smilingly at him. You kissed him on his soft lips and raked one hand through his soft curls.

“I'm sorry that I yelled at you, it wasn't fair,” you said apologetically. “I didn't intend to rail you up.”

“It's alright, sweets I get that, I was angry, too,” and he gave you an extraordinarily soft and long kiss on your lips. But there was something he was wondering about so he let go of your mouth and looked quizzically at you.

“I told you to say my name when you were about to cum and you did but… did I… did I hear you right or did I just imagine it in my incredible excitement?”

Instead of an answer you freed yourself from his embrace and went past him to your dresser. You opened the drawer and took his scarf out of it, gently touching it. You weren't ready to give it back to him but it was his and you had no right to keep it. You turned around to face him and closed the distance between you two. When you stood closely opposite of him, you took your gaze from his scarf and looked him into his puppy eyes. You could barely stand the way he was looking at you.

“I'm so sorry that I lied and told you I hadn't found it. I should've given it back to you much earlier but I couldn't. I loved the feeling of having a piece of you in my home,” you said quietly, your voice trembling.

“I knew you had it, I told you that I know. I knew that you lied,” and you both smiled at each other, unsure what to do now. You showed him the embroidered initials, your smile slowly fading. You were afraid to tell him that you knew who he was, how you found it out and that he could be very mad at you because you had browsed through his past.

“These initials don't stand for ‘Luke Larsson’, they stand for Loki Laufeyson and no, you didn't imagine it, in my ecstasy I screamed your real name,” you explained, your voice merely audible.

Loki swallowed thickly. You had found out who he was and he was sure that now the time had come to say goodbye to you because you would never want someone like him by your side. He lowered his head and took a deep breath before going on.

“How did you find out?”

“I did some research in a library. I told my best friend about you and she was sure she had seen you somewhere many years ago but couldn't remember any details concerning the Avengers. Just that you had something to do with them.”

“You talked with your friend about me?”

“Yes, because you became more to me than a client and I needed someone to talk about it. She's the only person who knows mostly everything about me and what I'm doing for a living. And so I told her about us. And through old newspaper articles, I found out that you are Loki and not Luke.”

“Yes, you're right. I'm Loki Laufeyson. An invader, a war criminal, a sinner and definitely not worthy of you. Want me to go?” He asked quietly and sadly, and raised his head again, looking at you with teary eyes. It broke your heart to see him like that.

“No, I want you to stay. And I ask you to help me. Not with money or anything like that. I need your words, your support and your soothing hugs and touches and yeah, I need your kisses, too,” you stated genuinely. “I can't anymore, Loki, I'm so tired,” and you felt him pulling you into his arms again. You hugged him back, desperately clutching his t-shirt, your face buried in his chest, his scarf still in your hand. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you on your forehead before he loosened his grip on you again.

“You know I'll never give up on you. Otherwise I won't be here,” he murmured with his deep velvety voice.

“I think, the time of revelation and truth has come,” you noticed and looked deep into his bright blue eyes.

“I think so too,” he answered, nodding approvingly.

You took him by his hand and led him back to the sofa to sit down again.

“Wait, let me clean you first and get you some fresh underwear. I want you to feel comfortable when we talk because I'm sure it's going to be a long conversation. And I know how much you like to be cleaned after having sex with me. And I think I stayed long enough in that pretty pussy,” he smiled and kissed you tenderly. You could just smile too and you adored him for his care. His kind of aftercare always surprised you anew and you truly enjoyed it. To make it more comfortable for both of you, you decided to take a shower together and you cleaned each other silently and with utter tenderness.

Refreshed, with still damp hair and Loki just dressed in his trousers and you in just a t-shirt and panties, you sat down on the sofa and looked intensely at each other. Now it was the time to tell each other's truths and you offered Loki your hand for a handshake.

“Hey, I'm y/n y/l/n. Nice to meet you,” and you gave him the loveliest and most genuine smile you could give.

“Hey, y/n. What a beautiful name you have. I'm Loki Laufeyson and it's a pleasure to meet you.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. He loved your real name and it suited you so well. You answered with a cute smile and reddened cheeks. This man would never fail to make your skin tingle and your heartbeat quicken.

“Tell me your story, Loki. Tell me who you are,” you asked him, holding his hand in yours and waiting for him to begin.

He told you everything, about his heritage, about his raising in Asgard and how it all led to the invasion of New York City until the point where only two options were left to decide the fate of Earth and his life.

“I had a fight with my brother on the outside of Stark Tower and he asked me to stop and to fight with him and the Avengers together. And I did. I don't know why I listened to him, but I did and I made this decision within seconds. And instead of stabbing him and continuing the destruction and trying to get power over your world, I helped them to fight against the invasion and at least against Thanos. It cost me all of my mental and physical strength and skills but somehow I made it. It didn't prevent me from ending up in the dungeons of Asgard but it avoided lots of more death and destruction. And then I got a further chance of redemption. I got the chance to get out of the dungeons of Asgard to become a negotiator and an ambassador for international and intergalactical security because they all thought my silver tongue would be good for something.”

“Oh, your tongue is very good at French kissing,” you teased him and you both laughed lightly.

“Yeah, you might be right, sweets and not only French kissing but this is reserved for later and for you only,” he said softly, winked at you and squeezed your hand.

“The only condition was to live and work under the eyes of my brother and the Avengers with Tony Stark as my ‘parole officer’,” Loki continued. “I agreed and lived here under the radar and with a fake name for many many years and people forgot about me or left New York and new people settled down here. And after some years when other duties were waiting for my colleagues, they left NYC except for Tony and my brother. He had a love interest here, you know. I have to stay here until my debts are paid and that will be in three years. Then I'll be free to go wherever I want.

My brother or Tony just comes sporadically to see me and it's more like a visit then. I earned their trust so I was allowed to live in my own penthouse and in solitude, just as I wanted it…until I met you. Now I don't want to be alone anymore. I wished I could have you around me all the time.”

“Wow, that's quite a lot… it'll take me some time to process everything you just told me,” you said and sighed smilingly and deeply. “You made yourself the most hated man in your and my world but you took the chance of redemption. Be proud of yourself, Loki, this is a great achievement,” you praised him.

“Maybe it is,” he confirmed.

“You're wonderful, Loki. I got to know you a little bit and I can tell you, you're a good man and you deserve all the love someone can give to you. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, sweets.”

“You said the Avengers all left the city but I had dates with three of them. Did you send them to meet me because you knew they're nice so I don't have to meet strangers?” You questioned curiously. Loki shifted on his seat and swallowed dryly.

“You… you never met them, sweets.”

“Of course, I did,” you answered unbelievingly and chuckled.

“No, sweets you didn't… it was me you met.” Loki's gaze settled on your face. How would you react now?

“I think I don't quite understand. What do you mean by that?”

“One of my magical abilities is shape-shifting. I can change into the appearance of another person,” he explained carefully. You could just frown because you didn't understand anything of what he said.

“Please explain… Why were you doing this? Did you want to control me or test me?” If that was his intention it would be creepy.

“I did it because I wanted to see you and be together with you. It also was a possibility to protect you from other men.”

“Why didn't you meet me as yourself?”

“Honestly, I don't know. Maybe because I didn't have many events to attend and didn't require an escort, maybe because I didn't want to make it obvious how much I like you… the first time we met I told you I'm not interested in a relationship with you or anything else. I didn't know how to get out of that. I think I was afraid of losing face or scaring you off. You might have thought that I was stalking you,” he explained genuinely and you nodded understandingly.

“Were you also responsible for my cancelled appointments?” You weren't dumb, it fit into the whole thing and so it was an obvious question.

“Yes, guilty,” he admitted.

“How?” you wanted to know.

“I gave Rhea calls with a different voice and told her, the client which I imitated, wanted to meet an escort with a specific hair colour that was completely different to yours so she sent someone else instead of you...”

“ …and gave me a call that my appointment got cancelled,” you added.

“Yes, and two times it was too late and you had already sat at the bar at Vivian's. I intercepted your clients and told them you couldn't come for whatever reason, paid them and sent them away. I always made sure that you would get your money and I knew if a cancelled appointment isn't your fault, you still get your money. I'm sorry for that, sweets. Maybe it was selfish what I did but I just wanted to protect you and have you all for myself,”

Loki felt guilty and he knew he shouldn't have done this. It was stalker-y but he couldn't help himself, he was head over heels for you from the first time he met you at Vivian's Velvet. There were still some questions you needed answers to so you kept consulting him.

“When I met Steve and danced with him, I danced with you? Because it felt familiar somehow. It reminded me of our first dance at the business dinner.”

“You did.”

“When I had that fantastic conversation with Bruce and was invited to that extraordinary delicious dessert, it was you I talked to and it was you who spoiled me so wonderfully?“

“Yes. I know about your weakness for desserts so I couldn't resist ordering you one of the best desserts in Manhattan.” The gaze of his puppy eyes was killing you. He was adorable and you just wanted to straddle his lap and kiss the heck out of him again. But it had to wait.

“When I laughed with Scott the whole evening when I had so much fun and wondered over the magic tricks he showed me, it was you I laughed with. And Scott aka you asked me for a kiss… why? Was it a test because you knew I'd just kiss a man when I'm in love with him?”

“It wasn't a test…or maybe it was. I wanted so desperately to be kissed by you and at the same time, I was afraid you could fall in love with someone else. I just gave it a try. And then I had the confirmation that you definitely had not fallen in love with ‘Scott’ because you denied the kiss.” Loki's heart sank and pondered achingly in his chest. You would never forgive him for all his tricks and lies. He never wanted to lie to you or play games with you but for you and for love he'd do anything.

“So when we met the real Scott at the nightclub, he didn't pretend to not know me, he really didn't know me,” you concluded.

“Yes, that's right,” Loki answered, nodding approvingly. “I was just glad he stayed with the use of my fake name.”

“I think I should be extremely mad about you and all that… but I'm not. Somehow I feel flattered. Nobody else ever did something like this for me. You really just always wanted to protect me, didn't you?” Loki nodded sadly. He was so afraid that he would finally lose you though he had just found you.

“Are you still desperate for a kiss from me,” you asked him softly and leaned in to kiss him. You were just a few inches away from his tender lips.

“You still want to kiss me? You still want me after all of that? I'm a liar and a sinner, sweets. And I'm not sure if this will ever change,” he asked, unsure what you were going to answer now.

“It doesn't bother me what you did in the past and I'd never judge you. I always wanted a dark prince on his black war horse and it seems that wish might come true. You always tried to be there for me and you treated me with such care, attention, and tenderness and that's more than I deserve. If you're a sinner, I'm a sinner too. You know that I'm not a decent girl, and when you learn about my past you might not want me anymore,” you whispered, your lips almost brushing his.

“You're an angel, Sugar and you treated me so well, too. You're my purpose, my obsession and I want you, decent or not,” he mumbled and you pressed your lips gently on his, your hands trailing over his bare shoulders and chest, making him tremble. Your touches would never fail to make him shiver or to make him feel good and safe. He pulled you closer, caressing your head and your soft hair and kissed you so deeply that you nearly began to cry. When he broke the kiss, he looked quizzically at you again and ran his thumb over your cheek.

“You really took me off guard when I took you home with me and you wanted me to read to you from the book of Norse Myths and chose the part about me,” he laughed and you tilted your head to smile at him as well.

“Who could've known that I had been so close to the truth,” and you gave him a peck on the cheek.

“May I ask you something too?”

“Sure!” you said encouragingly.

“When you met Steve, Scott, Bruce aka me, Matt and the real Scott you told them your name is ‘Candy’. Even your coworkers didn't know who ‘Sugar’ is when I asked at Vivian's Velvet for you. What does it mean, sweets?” You took a deep breath and smiled slightly at him.

“When I met you for the first time at Vivian's, when we negotiated the conditions of our deal, I felt that you were special, different. And I liked you very much. Sympathy at first sight so to say. And after our conversation I decided to choose a name only for you, and only you call me like this.” Loki's eyes teared up. “You're incredible, sweets,” and he pulled you in for a further soft kiss.

“You're the only one I ever slept with, Loki. No other client ever touched me intimately. If I would've done it, it would've felt like I'd cheat on you,” you stated sincerely and tears were shimmering in your eyes. “Since I know you I only have eyes for you,” you murmured.

“I know. I feel the same way.” Loki answered with his soothing bassy tone, holding your hands in his and his thumbs grazed tenderly over the back of your hands. His eyes were looking directly into yours and you were locked in his gorgeous blue gaze.

“Tell me your story, y/n. Tell me who has hurt you so much, who's threatening and blackmailing you. Tell me the reason why you were forced to become an escort lady and have to earn that much money,” Loki asked you. You felt his sincere desire to get to know your truth.

You looked at him, swallowed, took a deep breath and then you began to tell him how it all started nearly six months ago.

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Taglist:

@lokisprettygirl @faesimps @gruftiela @anukulee @fandxmslxt69 @foxherder @depressedpolishgirl @buttercupcookies-blog @chantsdemarins @fictive-sl0th @justjoanne242 @km-ffluv @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lovingchoices14 @wheredafandomat @lokixryss @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger

[harmonyckrs]

Pleasantview/Strangetown variants of the fandom ship chart because I'm starting to get questionable takes from ppl which includes someone making their own chart

The m/m ship for Pleasantview was Dustdirk btw. Every male adult in Pleasantview gives off straight vibes and I don't recall seeing them get shipped together with the exception of Don/Daniel, which also doesn't have any haters

Some honorary mentions:

Vidcund x Loki (Enemies to Lovers)

Johnny x Tank (Tragic Yaoi)

Cassandra x Don (Canon ship disowned by fandom)

Vidcund x Circe (Canon ship disowned by fandom) (don't really consider this one as canon since they canonically broke up but I suppose people's interpretations are different)

Brandi/Darren (Loveable Rarepair) (Is it that rare? They're one of the most common pairings I've seen but I haven't seen anyone object to it so maybe I'm just in the Brandarren section or smth, idk. Brandina's p uncommon on the subreddit so that might be it)

Also apparently Brandi x Kaylynn is a thing too. Pretty interesting lol

[mask131]

When it comes to Norse mythology it is always all about the Odin-Thor-Loki trio. But I don't see enough love for the ACTUAL god trinity of old Norse religion, the real Boys of Scandinavia. Odin, Thor and Freyr.

I mean most we get in terms of their depiction together range from "faceless weirdos in skirts dancing around"...

... to "Biblical patriarchs cosplay as Roman gods".

So far the most accurate depiction of the trio I could find comes from some dead website whose ghost was preserved by Pinterest:

Yes now that's what I'm talking about. Simple but efficient. The three mighty weapons of Man: Hammer, Spear, and Penis.

Seriously, not many people explore their trinity, despite it being VERY heavily documented and talked about by scholars.

Though my definitive favorite grouping of Norse gods is this picture, because it brings together as this wholesome quatuor the two big trinities of Norse gods: Drunkard Killer, One-Eyed Scam, Loveable Twincest, and at the bottom THIS FUCKING GUY.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

RoR characters reacting to reader who casually walk out of the house, all dressed up while shouting, "I'm having my dinner with my date, don't save me a plate and don't wait for me! I be back before 10!" Did this to my dad and he literally chase me for confirmation on what he heard 😅

-Dress, on! Makeup, done! Hair, fabulous! Time for your hot date!

-You head downstairs, smiling brightly as you adjust your purse over your shoulder, passing by the massive living room where your weird but loveable giant adoptive family was, at least where most of them were.

-You didn’t see the doubletakes as you walked by, opening the door before turning, “I’m going out with C/N! I’ll be home by ten! Bye~~” you quickly step out and shut the door, trying to make it down the sidewalk as quickly as possible.

-A faint ominous rumbling was heard from within your home before the front door burst open and you heard at least three different voices shout out, “Hold it right there young lady!!”

-You turn, a weak grin on your face as Loki, Adam, Hades, and Tesla approached, demanding that you repeat what you said.

-You didn’t see anything wrong with it, as you’ve gone out with C/N plenty of times, “We’re going on a date.” They didn’t care for C/N mainly because he was a boy spending alone time with their precious princess, but seeing you dress up, more than normal compared to other dates you went on before, they didn’t agree with this plan of yours.

-After several of your other parental or sibling-esque family members defended you that you were smart and knew how to fight, you were able to go on your date, after they had to grab the four men who had rejected this outfit to hold them from running after you.

-You arrived home two minutes after ten, Adam and Hades were ready to sound the alarm for a search party to find out where C/N had taken their baby before you walked in, completely fine.

-Eve and Goll inquired about your date and you told them that you and C/N went out to eat, then to a movie, seeing the new fantasy movie that was out, before walking through the park while holding hands.

-Hades picked up his weapon, fury around him as Adam grabbed his knuckledusters, something Reginleif got for him, as they prepared to hunt C/N down for doing something as vile as holding your hand while you tried to keep them from leaving the house, begging them not to hurt C/N.

-Odin was the only calm one, as most didn’t notice that Muninn had been missing for most of the night, having watching you from afar and everything you said was the truth, so he wasn’t bothered.

-You said your goodnights with Odin being the last one, with you pecking his cheek in passing, whispering to him, “Thanks for keeping an eye on me.” he said nothing, but you saw the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly, amused that he had been found out, but he was happy to know that you were way more observant than you let on.

[totaldrama-showdowns]

NONHUMAN SHOWDOWN FINALE

Propaganda

Loki: The goths’ bunny :) I just think he’s neat

Such a cute lil bunny Pets of one of my fav duos in ridonculous race Destroys the Australian environment So eepy most of the time

He slayed that outfit

Olivia: Congrats to Zee for being total drama’s first teen parent

She’s so cute and I just know that Zee smuggled her off the island.

I like to think Zee snuck her home. The rabies are nothing but a loveable character quirk.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

hello to tumblr!!!

✨appreciation of some blogs ✨

a post for the very loveable @jawnscoffee, whom i finally persuaded to come to the dark side join tumblr!

here are a few blogs i love (but i for sure forget about 500 people so don't take me accountable)

some of my favorite johnlock writers include:

@totallysilvergirl @7-percent @discordantwords @helloliriels @silentauroriamthereal @khorazir @blogstandbygo @lisbeth-kk @lololollywrites @mutedsilence @jobooksncoffee @fluffbyday-smutbynight

favorite artists:

@justanobsessedpan (that's justbeyourself on wattpad!!) @kitten-kin @stephdrawsjohnlock @kettykika78 @petite-madame @spooksicl-e

favorite johnlock fic rec blog:

@inevitably-johnlocked (honestly can't think of any other ones right now 💀)

benedict cumberbatch appreciation blogs:

@thelostsmiles @elennemigo (who else?! please tell me!)

martin freeman appreciation blogs:

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[lokiprompts]

A Proposal To Remember

Totally forgot about this fic - may have posted it forever ago, but forgot to add it to the master list so here it is again!

Summary: Loki proposes to you, but of course shennigans ensue.

Warnings: None I think, fluff and crack. Misunderstanding trope. Soulmate trope. Thor is a loveable idiot.

  

It was going to be a perfect night.

            It had to be.

            Loki had everything planned down to the finest details. Tonight, was the night that he was finally going to ask you to be his forever, to be his wife.

            Your love story with Loki was one for the ages, a lot of love, but a lot of rough spots as well. As Loki always said, being soul mates only meant that you were bonded, it didn’t mean your relationship would be easy. Yet, the both of you stuck it out through everything. Your similarities to the God were eerie; together you worked through your mutual trauma, your shared self-hatred, and lack of love and overabundance of isolation in your lives.

            Loki remembered when he first met you. Everything was black and gray, quite literally, as the world was only black and white until you met your soulmate. Then, when you finally laid eyes on your soul mate, it is like a whole new world opens up. Color booms and blossoms around you, everything smells better, and life in general is just…. sweeter. Loki was a reluctant member of the rag tag group known as the Avengers, but he was forced to play nice in order to stay out of Asgardian prison. Turns out Odin doesn’t care if you were mind controlled or not. That fact wasn’t shocking to Loki, at all.

            He was there for several months, almost a year – a very long year – and he was told that there would be a new assistant to the Avenger’s starting in the tower. The team filed into the conference room and Loki took his place in the corner of the room, arms folded, scowl on his face. It was the normal, everyday gray. Then you walked into. Your hair bouncing on your shoulders with each joyful step, a big smile on your face.

            The color changed for Loki first. When he heard the chirp of your voice, he swore it was the most beautiful sound he ever heard. He lifted his head up and saw you. The euphoria was out of this world. He hadn’t experienced anything like it during all his thousand of years of life. The greens and blues of the room were breathtaking. Looking down at himself, he saw his favorite shade of gray was actually a beautiful green. He looked around the room, now experiencing color for the first time. The look of shock was obvious, and it wasn’t missed by Tony.

            “Trying to catch flies, Reindeer Games?” Tony grinned. That got your attention. You looked up from your stack of papers that you had brought in with you and saw the one Tony was talking to. Everything around you stopped. Your heart swelled as color filled the room like a spilled paint can. You took everything in, mouth open in awe, before you finally reconnected with the man, the God, that was your soul mate.

            You smiled at him, but he frowned. Loki always regretted that part of your relationship the most. It was unsettling for him that his soul mate was a mortal and one with a simple, menial job too. All eyes were on you and Loki as the rest of the team clued in on what was happening. The pressure was too much. Loki got up and left the room.

            You didn’t see him for almost a month after that. Well, outside of conference and mission meetings and even then, he refused to look at you, let alone talk to you. You wondered what his voice sounded like. Besides those brief encounters, if you could even call them that, you never saw him in the common areas. You barely knew him, but it broke your heart. It all became too much, his absence, the rejection, and the crushing loneliness one random day, you broke down and cried, right in the middle of the living room. You thanked whatever Gods there were that you were alone.

            But you weren’t alone. Little did you know that Loki lingered, watching you from afar. He found himself needing to be near you, yet not being ready to be close enough for you to see him, talk to him. To see how awful he is. He couldn’t bear the thought of you figuring out the numerous monstrosities he committed. What if Stark already told you? Then he heard your tears, your quiet whimpers alone in the too empty living room.

            He couldn’t stay away anymore. He couldn’t let you be in pain alone.

            Loki emerged from the shadows to be by your side in an instant. At first, you were shocked, so surprised to even see him so close to you after all this time. After one long shared look, you launched yourself into his arms and he held you so close, you swore you might melt into him and become one. The rest, as they say, is history.

            Since then, two wonderful years had gone by, and your relationship blossomed into something Loki never imagined he would ever have. Loki had long since decided he always wanted you in his life and tonight, he was going to make it official. But the only problem was, he had no idea how to go about it. He had minimal knowledge of Midgardian culture when it came to marriage. On Asgard, especially for a royal, it was more about obligation than love. There were more formal announcements and barely any declarations of love. But for you, he wanted to do something special.      And he knew how important it was to you.

            Thankfully, during your years together, you had shared some very vital information to him. Like, how you imagined the proposal and wedding since you were a child, fantasizing about all the details. It always tickled Loki how you never would have imagined your prince, would actually be a real prince. So, he had to get this right.

            “There is no way I would want to be proposed to like that.” You said, with a layer of distain that made Loki’s lip twitch up in a small smile as you both watched a movie together. It amused him to see you angry, his little feisty mortal.

            “What? Proposing in bed seems quite romantic. Very intimate.” He countered. You scoffed and he laughed.

            “I guess I am more traditional. I feel like you need to get on your knee to really propose.” You side eyed Loki, well aware of his reputation for the fact he would never kneel for anyone, ever. His profile didn’t give you anything at all about what his thoughts might be on the subject, so you continued, “I think it should be something special, something more than a brief conversation in bed. Something truly memorable.”

            Loki hummed a bit, but kept his eyes forward on the movie, filing away that little bit of information. He tried to get more information out of you, though not so obviously, when he finally decided, he was going to ‘pop the question’. Rom Coms were often played in. your shared apartment and he even asked Thor to try and get the conversation going, though, true to Thor’s nature, he almost let the true motive slip. Yet, you still gave Loki nothing.

            Well, besides the fact you thought that an Affair to Remember and Sleepless in Seattle were the most romantic movies to ever exist. This wasn’t new, to Loki, though. Every time you needed comfort, every time you were sick, you would watch an Affair to Remember for it to be quickly followed by Sleepless in Seattle. It was one of those things that became a staple in your life and now, Loki’s. So, when Loki finally resorted to looking at your laptop and googling ‘creative ways to propose’ and it suggested pulling elements from your favorite movie, it was like it all came together.

            And on that day, you had a feeling like something was going to happen. You woke up to the other side of your bed being empty, which wasn’t usual with Loki’s sleeping habits. But what was unusual was the note left on his pillow. You smiled as you read it. It told you that a car would be picking you up in an hour to take you on a day of pampering. Loki loved to spoil you, but this was on a whole other level. You were first treated to a gourmet breakfast, then a massage, you got your hair and nails done, your make up, and even a shopping trip to find the perfect outfit for tonight. It was overwhelming, being spoiled like that, so. you knew tonight had to be the night that Loki was going to propose.

            Because the last stop was the top of the empire state building.

            Your heart hammered in your chest as you stepped into the elevator, smoothing down your newly purchased outfit until you heard the ding of the elevator. You stepped out onto the observation deck of the skyscraper. There were still several people there. You smiled when you noticed that many were couples; hopefully having a romantic moment like you. Walking around, you tried to find your God in shining Asgardian armor, but you couldn’t find him. Instead you found…Thor?

            “Thor, what are you doing here?” You asked, tapping him on the shoulder and he turned around with a sad smile.

            “I’ve come to tell you that he’s not coming.”

            “What do you mean, ‘he’s not coming’?”

            Thor put a gentle hand on your shoulder, “He’s not going to be meeting you here.”

            The realization dawned on you. How in An Affair to Remember, Nickie waited for Terry at the top of the empire state building, with the promise they would be together if and when they reunited. But Terry never showed.

            So, you played along, feigning heartbreak, “Oh, no, is everything okay?”

            Thor shook his head, “I am being serious. He isn’t coming, for real. It’s over.”

            Your eyes went wide in shock, “What do you mean it’s over?”

            The Asgardian put his other hand on your shoulder now too, “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but I had to tell you. He doesn’t want you anymore. There is nothing left or your relationship. I am sorry.” He patted your shoulder awkwardly, then left.

            Once the initial shock wore off, tears started to stream down your cheeks. Loki didn’t want you anymore. That couldn’t be true! You dug your phone out and you immediately called him, but he didn’t answer. You tried him again and again and again, still the God did not pick up and it only reaffirmed in your mind that your relationship with your soulmate was over. How did this even happen? Why did he do all of this just to break your heart? It was cruel. Eventually, you made your way back onto the elevator and rode down. You had to get back to your shared apartment and grab your things. There was no way you would be staying there tonight.

            There, Loki waited in your apartment. Candles covered the entire space, along with your favorite flowers and the most amazing meal. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the little velvet box he has been holding onto for weeks now. Opening it up, he adjusted the ring in its box, so the stone laid perfectly for you to see. It was a custom design, truly unique like you, but he had to include an emerald. Loki’s favorite color since you came into his life.

            There was a knock on the door and quickly Loki answered it, anxiety spiking that it might be you. He let out a relieved sigh when he saw it was Thor. The younger brother didn’t dare let Thor in for fear that he would somehow destroy his master proposal plan, so he spoke through a crack in the door.

            “Did everything go according to plan brother?” Loki asked.

            Thor grinned, rocking on his heels, “Yes. It went well. I delivered the message as requested.”

            “You said the message exactly?” Loki strained, the nerves starting to get to him now.

            Thor suddenly stilled, “Well, almost…”

            Loki threw the door wide open now, “What do you mean, almost?!”

            The thunder God patted his younger brother’s shoulder, “Calm yourself, brother. They had additional questions, so I had to come up with some things, but the message was the same! It went well, okay? Trust me.”

            Loki eyed his brother skeptically, before letting his shoulders slump back and relax, “Thank you brother. I just want this to go well.”

            Thor smiled, “It will, brother. You two are destined for each other. You have planned this for so long, so it can only go well! After they say ‘yes’ we shall celebrate after.”  Loki whispered out another thank you, before closing the door and waiting for you. The anxiety was bubbling in his chest, and he found himself pacing in the room and nervously fixing the silverware and plates and other random things a hundred times over to make sure it was perfect. You deserved nothing less than perfect in Loki’s eyes.

            The trip back to the tower was long and frankly, horrible. For some reason, you couldn’t get a cab no matter what you did. You tried calling for a car from Stark’s fleet, and no one was answering. And to make everything even worse, it started to rain. By the time you reached the tower, you looked like a drowned rodent. It took everything in you to bring yourself to your apartment door. You dreaded seeing Loki, but you wanted answers. How can you leave your soulmate like this?!

            With shaking hands, you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door and stepped inside. The sight stole your breath. Between the candles to all your favorite flowers, you didn’t know what to think. But your emotions thought for you when you saw Loki standing amongst the amber lit flowers, looking dashing as ever in his all black suit. It was a sin how good he looked in a suit. When you saw your apartment, you realized this was an elaborate trick from Loki for this supposed romantic night in. It made your blood boil.

            You completely missed the look of worry on his face as soon as he laid eyes on you, “Darling, are you okay?” He stepped closer to inspect you, but he only met the palm of your hand as you slapped him hard across the cheek.

            “How dare you, Loki!!” You screeched, shaking your hand wildly in a feeble attempt to control the pain in your palm from slapping a God who might as well been made of stone.

            It took a minute for Loki to come to his senses. This was the last thing he expected, “What? What’s wrong, what happened?” He frantically asked. The rage was burning in your eyes.

            The slap wasn’t enough, so you chucked your keys at the God too and they bounced harmlessly off his chest, “You told Thor to tell me that you didn’t want me anymore! That you were breaking up with me!! What kind of sick joke is that Loki?!”

            Loki rubbed his cheek, the flesh there still slightly pink from your slap,” No, no, no, Darling. That is not what was supposed to happen.” He saw you standing there, soaking wet, enraged, but still an unspoken sadness in your eyes. Even with the rain, he could tell you had been crying. Today was supposed to be happy memories, now it was all ruined and he was frantically trying to fix it.

            “Thor is an idiot and he was s-supposed to say, he was supposed to tell you, tell you…”He paused and huffed, missing his silver tongue, “He was supposed to tell you that I wasn’t coming and you were supposed to make the connection to that film you love…and you were supposed to come here…”

            You crossed your arms, listening to him intently. It looked like he was sincere and the tears brimming in his eyes made you believe him even more. If one thing was true, it was that Thor was a loveable idiot. So, it wasn’t that far-fetched.

            “I was supposed to come here, and then what?”

            You saw Loki swallow thickly, before reaching in his pocket and pulling out a black box. All breath left your lungs as you seemingly forgot to breathe. Then, you saw the God who once commanded so many others to kneel, get on one knee for you. He opened the box and presented the ring to you.

            “I know we are soulmates and I know the Norns had fated us to be together, but our story has always been my favorite. Every day, every moment with you has been a dream. There were many days of my life where I never thought I would find a companionship like this, let alone a selfless love. For so long, I never felt like I belonged, that I never truly had a home in this world. Home stopped being a place when you entered my life,” A watery laugh bubbled from his throat as tears threatened to spill over, “I wanted to make this a memorable day and I guess in a way, I have succeeded, but I wanted it to be happy memories. Please, would you do me the honor of letting me make it up to you for the rest of our lives? Marry me?”

            For a moment, silence lingered between you two. Your hands covered your mouth in shock, and Loki stayed on his knee, looking up with you with wide, hopeful eyes. The silence must have started to get to him as his hands holding the ring box began to shake and he shifted uncomfortably on the floor beneath you.

            “I promise, I won’t let Thor be involved with any future planning.” Loki quickly added, hoping that would sway your answer. You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Then, just like at the beginning of your relationship, you launched yourself into his arms, effectively toppling over your prince as you smothered his face in kisses.

            “Yes, of course I will marry you!!”

            You always knew that a life with Loki would be filled with surprises.

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[lifblogs]

Loki desperately needs an MRI for us to figure out what is going on inside his brain, and it will help us with getting him the right treatment for his almost-daily seizures. Unfortunately, this will cost $3,000. @evilwriter37 is calling tomorrow to schedule his MRI. We are going ahead with this. I have already paid $1200 and $451 for his treatment and appointments, making the number we actually need help with out to be $4,651. I’m not asking people to cover the whole cost, but if you could donate even a dollar that’d be helpful. If you want you can also buy Loki Love Squad merch. My bro and I are currently trying to come up with a new design. If that’s something you want we’ll work harder on it.

The top link is to my venmo (which might have problems receiving payments, so if there are, please let me know and I’ll try to work it out). (I’m also going to pretend it doesn’t have my name attached to it.)

Second link is to Loki’s merch. I have a hoodie and I can tell you it is very, very soft.

The third link is to my paypal.

Again, not asking someone to pay the whole price, but if even a bunch of you could donate $2, that would be a huge help. Thank you.

UPDATE: New merch is available!

[grey-and-green]

Ok but Loki being told, essentially, “you defile beautiful things” and in the same conversation that he can’t be good or loveable, that he’s a villain and “if you were ever good at anything, go do that” (be the bad guy).

Lokius travelling through the timeline so that Loki can just watch Mobius enjoy eating?

Velvet Underground?

Is Disney trying to break into Our Good Shadows?

Going for a four-way-ship-polycule?

It’s like they’re going out of their way to break us.

[runningw-thewolves]

Loki Devotional Ideas: Halloween Edition

(Do you seriously think our loveable God of “fuck around, find out”, “constant sugar high insanity” and “what’s the worst that could happen?” wouldn’t love a holiday about dressing up scary, watching scary movies, telling scary stories and pranking people?)

- Watch horror movies. Any will do! Slashers (e.g. Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloween), Splatter (e.g. Saw, Hostel, Hellraiser), Monster (e.g. American Werewolf in London, Dracula, Creature from the Black Lagoon), Sci-Fi (e.g. Alien, M3GAN, Predator), Psychological (e.g. The Woman in Black, The Ring, Silence of the Lambs), whatever floats your boat! (Yes, this does include kids horror.)

- Listen to spooky tunes. I don’t just mean Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”, Ray Parker Jr’s “Ghostbusters”, and so on; listen to the Silver Scream albums by Ice Nine Kills, “Halloweentown” by Dark Divine, fucking anything by Motionless in White or Rob Zombie. The spookier, the better!

- PRANKS! Give someone a quick scare, but remember to do clean up/soothing afterwards!

- Give Loki his own Halloween bucket and put some candy in it for him.

- Spooky tarot readings! Use tarot or oracle sets themed around horror in any way. I have an oracle set literally based on horror movies (and it has a card called “The Trickster” based on IT and it is 100% a Loki card. I’ll talk about it in detail another time.)

- If you have some sort of statue or digital representation of Loki, why not dress him up? You can even ask him if he’d like anything in particular.

- Decorate your house how YOU want to. Get out the lumbering, scary animatronics or stick to the kid friendly banners and plastic scene setters and lights. Whatever works for you!

- Indulge in whatever spooky delights you desire. Read that shitty CreepyPasta from 2009, read that Goosebumps story, watch Twilight, play old horror/scary Flash games, eat chocolate till you poop nothing but it, listen to zombie apocalypse ambience, play with your Monster High dolls, WHATEVER! JUST. INDULGE.

- Carve a pumpkin. Give Loki a pumpkin as well (sure he can’t physically carve it in our realm but you could always use your minds eye to translate what he carved as close as you can). Make pumpkin pie from the insides.

- Enjoy the autumn leaves falling, the nights growing longer, the full moon in the sky and all the hallmarks of the autumn season.

- Give out candy to trick r treaters. Laugh at their horrible jokes (convince them you genuinely found it funny), play along with their “tricks”, compliment their outfits. Loki loves kids, and you bet your ass he’d love them going home happy with not just candy but someone playing along with them!

- Draw horror art, write horror stories, create spooky music. Use the time to be spookily creative. And it doesn’t need to be groundbreaking - if you wanna make a Jeff the Killer rip-off, you go and you make that Jeff the Killer rip-off!

- For those who observe Samhain; include Loki in your celebration/tradition, even if only a small inclusion.

- Tell Loki a scary campfire story from your youth. Hell, if you wanna ask him to tell you one, go for it!

- Include his family if you can! Leave candy or toys for the twins, include wolves or snakes in your decorations for Fenrir and Jormungandr, make a foam tombstone dedicated to Hel and Garmr, make decorative potions themed around Angrboda and Sigyn. Whatever way you can think of to include them, it’s worth a shot!

- For pet owners; if your furry buddy is alright with it, dress them up or give them seasonal items! Not all animals (e.g. cats) like dressing up, so try for Halloween themed toys, bedding, enrichment and treats! Bonus points if you dress up your companion to resemble Fenrir, Jormungandr or Sleipnir.

- Get scented candles or incense that fits the season. Pumpkin, cinnamon, rain, apple - there’s plenty of options out there!

- If you do any Halloween baking, invite Loki or leave him some of your baked goods.

- Have a pumpkin spiced latte and OWN being a basic White bitch for five minutes. You enjoy every slurp of that pumpkin spiced latte like your life depends on it. Don’t matter if you are POC, disabled, LGBTQIA+, whatever else - if you wanna be a basic autumn White bitch for a minute, you go and be that basic autumn White bitch! (Bonus if you add whipped cream or anything else you like just for the Hell of it.)

- In summary; HAVE FUCKING FUN. Indulge yourself, play along with games and pranks, take in everything the season has to offer.

[lokisstarlight]

This latest episode of What If truly showed if Loki was shown love and care he could be the loveable and playful god he was meant to be but no MCU Odin decided to be an ass and lie to him causing him to think he was a monster, hiding his feelings because if anyone showed him love he thought that they were lying to him! SCREW YOU MCU ODIN!