#Part 33 - Could Loki help ?

[kasdan]

gf headcanons

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summary: gf headcanons with marvel women for pride month<3

characters: carol danvers, valkyrie, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, yelena belova, lady loki

reader: f!reader

warnings: yelena's part is bsf hcs instead of gf hcs since she's canonically aroace, there is a nsfw part for each (minus yelena) that will be marked, i think the sexualities are a mix of actual canon and my canon? idk but they're canon to me✌🏼,not proofread, the image of valkyrie should be straight up illegal ty and gn

a/n: happy pride everyone! i decided to celebrate by writing gf headcanons for some of my favorite marvel girls, and somehow i've turned just the sweet hcs they were supposed to be into them also being spicy so there's that lmao i hope you enjoy<33

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

likes to go out on walks with you in the morning

even if you're not the biggest morning person, she's still dragging you out of bed in order to get outside

gives you piggy back rides back to the house after the walk when you're too tired to walk back

on the occasional occurrence that you're both up before sunrise, you'll sit on the roof together to watch the sun rise in the horizon

you both try camping once and it was going okay until a bear ate all your food in the middle of the night and it started raining shortly after so you had to pack up and go home

really likes the feel of your hand in hers

throughout the time you were in the woods, she wouldn't let go of your hand, even when you were sleeping

if you weren't the adventurous before her, you are when you're with her

keeps a blanket in the car for if you fall asleep while you're both out late

road trips are a must for her

she loves driving around not having a destination in mind and just going until you find something cool

will have dance parties in the living room and compete on who can put together the stupidest outfit

definitely has the drunk karaoke vibes, just saying

{NSFW}

she knows exactly what to do to get you riled up

walks around with tight crop tops and shorts

teases you for being 'needy' when she knows that she's making you that way

makes it her mission to make you so needy that you can't help but grind on her

loves watching you lose control on her

will grab your jaw to force you to look at her

if you try to keep quiet she'll force your mouth open so she can hear your moans

will sit back and watch you squirm around on her lap until you plead for her to help you

you regret saying anything when she looks at you with that smirk on her face moments before she completely wrecks you

kisses the tears away when they roll down your cheeks at how sensitive she's making you

encourages you that you'll be able to do "just one more"

it's never 'just one more'

never pushes you too far, only far enough to where she knows you can take it

loves having you sit on her face so she can feel your body writhe against her

will force your thighs down onto her when you're hesitant to release your entire weight onto her

knows all the right spots to lick and twist her tongue on to get all her favorite reactions out of you

you could suffocate her to death like this and she would die a happy woman

𝒱𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓎𝓇𝒾𝑒

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

will be the one to spoil you rotten and get you whatever you want

is a sucker for forehead kisses

whether it's you giving her one or her giving one to you, she just loves how you show affection that way

will fuck anyone up if they try to lay a finger on you

literally if she hears anyone breathe wrongly in your direction, they're getting their ass beat

likes to be the big spoon while cuddling so she can hold you

won't let you leave the bed if you try to get up from her grasp

will tighten the hold she has on you so you're physically not able to get up

you have to tell her that if she doesn't let you go that you will end up peeing on her

even then she's still reluctant to let go of you

all your showers are together

she claims it's to 'save water', but she just wants to be close to you

gives you random massages when she thinks you look like you need them

thinks it's hot if you want to spar with her

she obviously goes easy on you, finding your face cute when you're trying to focus on your moves

{NSFW}

don't be mistaken for you being spoiled to think you can go around and act like a brat though, because you have another thing coming

is the kind of type to be like 'don't ask for it if you can't take it'

once you allow her to be completely off her leash there is quite literally no going back

can and will be a brat tamer if she finds it to be necessary

probably one of the roughest women here on the list

while most of the others are just teases, valkyrie will scramble your brain so much you don't remember either of your names when she's finished

is prone to using a strap on when she plays with you

her all time favorite thing is to watch you take her cock down your throat on your knees while she fucks it into you

thinks you look so pretty on your knees with your mouth stuffed, just taking what she gives you

will push you back onto the wall, lift you up and immediately push her cock all the way into you

knows you'll be able to handle it when she starts pounding you into the wall

loves the way you can't speak at all when she's driving into you, just whimpering and making noises that sound like you're trying to say multiple words jumbled together at once

will make you put a vibrator in and then get ready for the day, just to see how quickly she can make you fall apart without even touching you

it's really not long at all

𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒻𝒻

sexuality: bisexual

{SFW}

will read to you if you can't fall asleep

her voice is just so soothing you end up falling asleep almost instantly every time

wants to be as close to you as possible while you're sleeping

you sometimes wake up to her laying directly on top of you

she can't help that she finds you extremely comfortable

has an entire list of pet names she likes to call you, some of them being completely stupid and unserious

likes to see your reaction when she calls you a new one that's completely horrendous

will have big movie marathons and see who will fall asleep first

loser has to cook breakfast for the winner and deliver it to them in bed in the morning

sometimes she'll feel bad and go help you cook in the morning when she purposely started talking a lot in the soothing tone that always puts you to sleep, ultimately causing you to lose the marathon competition

you'll find her sometimes just staring at you as she rubs her thumb across your cheek

if you ask her what's wrong she'll just shake her head and mutter something about being lucky to have you as she kisses you and cuddles into your arms

{NSFW}

this girl is absolutely obsessed with your boobs

every time she has a chance, she's messing with them in some way

when she comes up behind you she's automatically going up to cup them

at times you have to physically push her away from you because of how sensitive she made them

she could be pounding into you with a strap, and she'll still find the time to lean down and take a nipple into her mouth

if you pull her hair when she goes down on you she'll go absolutely feral

you'll hear her growl into you before she starts sucking on your clit extra hard, and makes obscene noises when slurping up your juices

she likes it when you're loud so she can hear how she's making you feel

will pinch you if you're not making enough noise for her

you've gotten so many complaints from the neighbors this way

thinks your pussy is just the greatest thing in the world

once she starts she finds it hard to stop

it could be hours after she started and you already came a numerous amount of times, but she can't find it in herself to stop

she just thinks you taste so damn good

𝒲𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓂𝑜𝒻𝒻

sexuality: bisexual/pansexual

{SFW}

she loves to cook with you

even if you're not the greatest cook she'll have you in the kitchen with her helping with the little things she needs

she just likes to spend time with you and enjoys your company

there are some days when it's relaxing in the kitchen with quiet music on in the background while you two talk

and then there are others when it's complete chaos and you don't know what's going on anymore

those are usually the days when she decides she wants to try a new recipe that she hasn't done before

she also loves to take baths with you

those relaxing moments she has with you where she can let all her stress and worries of the day float away while in a warm bath with you

she loves the feeling of your skin pressed against hers in warm water with bubbles floating next to you

she's content to just sitting there too, not washing yourselves just relaxing her body with the things she feels around her

half the time it ends up with you guys having to shower after anyway

she'll give you random kisses throughout the day, just wanting to let you know that she's there

a lot of the nights are spent cuddling and playing with her hair as you watch movies and late night tv

{NSFW}

most intimate moments between you two are usually unserious

it's filled with giggles and laughter

she just likes to make sure that you're having a good time

you'll have to encourage her to be more rough if you want her to

she's hesitant because she doesn't want to hurt you

she lets herself go slowly over time

she'll be hovering over you, fingers working in and out of you at a steady pace, and she'll place her hand over your throat for leverage

apologizes extensively when she realizes what she did

eyes darken when you tilt your head back and place her hand back over your throat

you learn the feeling of her hand around your throat and rings digging into your skin all too well after that

"you look so pretty wearing my hand like a necklace, baby"

says the filthiest things in your ear to see how much she can make you squirm

will pull you in for a kiss by the neck

you feel her smile into it when she hears you whimper

experiments with more and more things, and eventually you both have a collection of things that you love doing in the bedroom

𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓀𝒾

sexuality: pansexual/genderfluid

{SFW}

is such a tease

will purposely put things on the highest shelf so you won't be able to reach them easily

comes to 'help' you reach them

lifts the item over her head and won't give it to you unless she gets a kiss for it

thinks it's cute when you pout

loves to distract you from anything you're doing

will hug you from behind and start to pull you back slowly from what you're doing

claims that she's "not doing anything" and feigns innocence when you turn around to give her a look

is a huge fan of PDA

always has an arm around you, or is holding your hand

she just likes to feel you next to her

sometimes you have to push her off you when she's getting a little out of hand in public

is also very protective of you

if someone so much as looks at you in a bad way, she's over there threatening them

you've had to drag her out of many places because of this

you love how she is though, and she knows that

you just hope that you'll be able to stop her from killing anyone

{NSFW}

if you thought she's a big tease normally, she's an even bigger one in the bedroom

has you squirming around desperate for her to do something

she can spend hours just playing with your body and watching how it reacts to things

by now she knows your body like the back of her hand

will have you begging her with tears falling down your face before she actually puts her mouth on you

her tongue is absolutely magical.

can and will spend hours sucking and licking your clit until it's puffy and so sensitive the slightest movement has you jumping away from her

you now have to beg her to stop, and that you can't take it anymore

"i thought you wanted me to do something, baby. now be a good girl and take it."

she doesn't let up easily, and won't stop until all your limbs feel like jelly and you don't know what's right or left anymore

has somewhat of an exhibition kink

will pull you into restaurant bathrooms and alley ways just to see how you behave

puts her hand over your mouth when you're making too much noise as her fingers plunge in and out of you at a rapid pace

"shh honey, don't want the whole restaurant to hear your pretty moans and how good you are for me, do you?"

𝒴𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒶 {bsf headcanons}

sexuality: aromantic/asexual

you'll never find a dull moment around her

will come to you for the littlest and stupidest things

she called you at 2am once claiming it was an emergency and when you picked up the phone she needed to know if she was in the mood for hot or salty chips

why she needed to call you for that is beyond you

you'll both have sleepovers and stay up all night watching really bad tv and making fun of whenever something dumb happens

will most likely end up on the ground in laughter from anything remotely stupid happening

the entire night is actually just a giggle fest with her

goes to different stores to try on clothes that are definitely not appealing to either of you

makes the stupidest runway show out of it before you're both kicked out from the store

she makes you push her around the grocery store in a shopping cart

will start to grab random things and throw them in the cart with her every chance she gets

she once crashed into the side of an isle when you pushed her too hard causing the things to fall off the shelf and onto her

granted you're banned from your local grocery store, but she didn't seem to mind as she almost peed herself from laughter as we were escorted out of the store by security

she'll ask you the most random questions out of nowhere and half the time they don't even make sense

she's deadly serious about them too, and will wait for your answer every time

even when you're like what are you even talking about, she'll want you to still answer

you'll never find yourself bored with her as a best friend

it's like every day is a completely new adventure with her and you have to wait and see what she's going to bring you to do that day

buy me a coffee ♡

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.

Start:November 12

End: December 31

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}

Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating

Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”

Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||

Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow

Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane

Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”

◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}

Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house

Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||

Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?

Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||

Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||

Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.

◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}

Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.

Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||

Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.

Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}

Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing

Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”

Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.

Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.

Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*

◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}

Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean

Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”

Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”

Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.

Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}

Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"

Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*

Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”

Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees

Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”

Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”

◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}

Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }

Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”

Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything

Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play

Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”

[b4byn4tiv3]

hi guys about my loki fan fic :3

I recently started writing fanfictions with the marvellous loki x reader things and I'm pretty stumped on what to write next I would really appreciate possibly some comments and some suggestions that I could go off that would be really really helpful and if anyone would like to read I can always put the link in the comments

I also feel as if people are only reading 1 part of my story and not reading the rest due to having 21 reads on part 1 and 2 reads in part too. is that due to people accidently clicking on it or just overall not enjoying it which I hope is not the case bc I'm really passionate about writing and it would crush me if I wasn't appealing to the audience.

so I would really love some fun and NSFW suggestions to write about ;33

love from tank <<<<3333

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#5

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I’m so excited for this story and it means so much that Taylor liked my idea for it enough to write it as part of her Color Collection and it has had me feeling SO inspired so I created this!

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#4

I figured a teaser couldn't hurt...

On the Naughty List coming soon.

"Oh you're in for it now, pet." He turned around, ever so slowly, his lips upturned into a menacing smile and his emerald eyes burning with the promise of what was to come.

You decided to play right into his hands.

"Have I earned a spot on the naughty list, Sir?"

He gazed back at you with a hungry expression, his pupils dilating with lust; you knew the effect that particular word had on him. He began stalking towards you, like a predator cornering his prey.

"That goes without saying, Y/N. Your misbehavior is simply unacceptable. Now, do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

He was right in front of you once again, towering over you and looking down his nose directly into your eyes.

"They don't get any presents?" you suggest with feigned innocence.

"They must be punished." he declared with such authority, it left no room for argument.

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113 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

#3

Evergreen | Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello! Enjoy this festive drabble that I wrote for @fictive-sl0th as part of the Secret Santa fic exchange that she so graciously organized. This can be read alone, but could also be considered a companion to I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k (I know, I know... not technically a drabble)

Christmas Eve.

It was a special day for you and Loki -- it was the day he finally asked to court you after more than a year of relentlessly flirting with each other and finding every excuse to be together.

As you reminisced, you absent-mindedly reached your delicate fingers up to toy with the emerald pendant resting against your collarbone; Loki had gifted it to you this very night two years ago, when you both came to your senses and freed the feelings you had been harboring for each other for so long. You couldn't help the smile that graced your lips at the memory. He was your best friend. Your soulmate. Your person.

As always, you and Loki were planning to do your gift exchange for each other tonight, in the privacy of his own quarters. It was one of your favorite traditions you had begun with him, and it gave the two of you time to yourselves, away from the hubbub that inevitably would come tomorrow with Christmas Day in the Avengers Tower.

To celebrate the two years that you and Loki have been officially together, you wanted to do something special. For his gift this year, you had designed and ordered a custom Movado watch for him. The timepiece boasted a two-tone wrist strap of shining silver and yellow gold; the signature 12 o’clock dot and slender hands were cast in yellow gold, and set inside the golden case was the most stunning emerald green dial. On the back of the case you had engraved: The time I spend with you will never be enough. I love you, Loki. It was sleek, elegant, and beautiful — just like him.

The time came for you to head to Loki’s and you could barely contain your excitement; you restlessly bounced and rocked on the balls of your feet as you waited for the elevator to arrive on his floor. The gift box in your hands — blanketed in sleek black wrapping paper and tied off with a glittering emerald green ribbon — complemented your outfit perfectly. A skin-tight black turtleneck was tucked into a tea-length satin skirt of the richest emerald. Your look was completed with sparkling gold heels and, of course, your necklace.

The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival, and you rushed out and nearly skipped the whole way to his door. Before you could even knock, the door swung open, revealing the object of all your love, adoration, and desire.

“Loki…” you breathed. You would never tire of laying eyes on him — each time you did, it felt like the first. His raven curls were neatly slicked back, framing his perfect, angular face. He flashed you a beaming smile and his emerald eyes were alight with excitement and adoration. He was dressed to the nines, in his go-to all-black suit and tie combo, the tie clip you gifted him two years ago displayed proudly against his chest, the single emerald on it glittering when it caught the light. He was beautiful. And he was yours.

"Darling," he returned, "You look absolutely stunning." As he said it, he took your face in his hands and lowered his face to yours, meeting your lips in the most sensual kiss. It was slow and gentle, but there was an urgency to it, as if he might never get to kiss you again. Was he nervous about something?

"Merry Christmas and Happy Anniversary, Lohks. I've been looking forward to seeing you all day."

"As have I, my love. Every moment I'm not with you seems to drag on for eternity," he whispered against your lips. "Happy Anniversary and Merry Christmas, Y/N"

Once you peeled yourselves away from each other and made your way inside his quarters, you placed the gift box under the tree, and you noticed that it was the only one there. That's strange, you briefly thought to yourself for a passing moment, but there were more important matters at hand -- such as the devastatingly good-looking god sitting on the couch waiting for you to join him. You sat down together and enjoyed the hot cocoa he had made, complete with marshmallows and peppermint sticks.

"You're certainly dressed up this year, Loki. I mean, you always look dashingly handsome, of course, but a full suit and tie this year? I'm a lucky lady," you smirked at him.

He chuckled at your remark. God how you loved his laugh. "I wanted to brandish the exquisite gift you bestowed on me two years ago, darling," he explained while gesturing to the tie clip. "And that required wearing a tie. Plus," he continued, looking directly into your eyes, "this is a rather special day, as it marks two years that we've been together romantically. And I couldn't be happier, Y/N."

"Neither could I," you sighed contentedly.

As you sipped your hot cocoa, chatting and sharing the occasional chocolate-laced kiss, Christmas music was softly playing in the background. Everything was perfect in this moment.

"Well, darling, shall we exchange gifts then, before we get too lost in each other to remember or care?" he asked as he brushed his nose against your neck.

"Yes!" you exclaimed as you popped up from the couch and began walking towards the tree to retrieve his gift, blabbering on as you did. "Oh, Loki, I'm so excited for you to open yours, I really hope you like it. I wanted to do something a bit more special this year and --"

You were cut off mid-sentence and your jaw went slack at the sight before you as you turned around, Loki's watch box clasped tightly in your hand. Your best friend and lover was down on one knee, holding in his hands a small box that contained the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. The ring had a twisted band of both platinum and yellow gold. The platinum parts of the twist were encrusted with emeralds, and led directly to the center stone -- a sparkling princess cut diamond -- where they formed a loose halo.

You gasped, speechless, as you approached him.

"Y/N, darling, I love you with everything that I am, and I toiled for weeks, endeavoring to come up with the perfect way to propose to you. Since you are deserving of all the Nine Realms, I wanted to make sure my proposal was lavish enough to reflect that. But then, I realized, there is nothing flashy or performative about our love. Our love is real, it is steadfast, and it is something that comes along once in a generation. It is timeless and beautiful to behold, without even trying. So here I am, in the one place we spend the most time together -- the place where we have shared the most treasured memories and sweet nothings -- asking you to spend the rest of your life with me. Y/N, will you do me the undeniable honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears of joy sprang from your eyes as you listened to him. You couldn't believe it. This was really happening.

"Of course I will," you managed to speak, "Yes, Loki, I'll marry you!"

At your words, he rose from his feet and placed the gorgeous ring on your left ring finger. Looking at him, you would have thought he had just conquered all Nine Realms, with the way his chest swelled with pride and his eyes swam with unshed tears of awe and adoration -- for you.

He wrapped you in a warm embrace and kissed you with more fire and passion than ever before, his soft lips moving against yours in a dance of celebratory ownership. Gone was the urgency from earlier; he was able to take his time now, knowing that you agreed to remain his for all your days.

You would happily don his colors forever. Ever his. Evergreen.

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134 notes - Posted December 10, 2022

#2

I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas | Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello! This is my FIRST EVER fic and I’m so excited to share it! I wrote it as part of the Winter Warmers collection that @lokisgoodgirl so graciously opened for contributions. I hope you enjoy!

Update: I wrote a companion piece to this! See how their story continues in Evergreen.

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff, humor, suggestive thoughts, slight angst (if you squint)

Word Count: 2k

Loki Laufeyson.

The man of your dreams. Or, should you say, the god of your dreams.

Ever since he had reluctantly joined the Avengers last year, you couldn’t get him out of your head. The jet-black hair that fell in cascades, providing a brilliant contrast to the alabaster skin of his face, stretched tautly over sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. You’d idly wondered if you could indeed cut yourself on his cheekbones – and what his jaw might taste like – and you were slightly embarrassed at just how badly you wanted to find out. 

Then there were his eyes – were they emerald green? Or perhaps ocean blue? You could never quite decide. Their gorgeous color seemed to ebb and shift just as much as the crystalline tides. Regardless of their color, they always appeared to be sparkling with mischief; glinting with the thoughts of his next scheme. And Loki usually wore some kind of impish smile to complement his twinkling eyes; you swore the way his lips twisted into those cunning smirks could bring you to your knees – not that you’d be complaining about being in that position…not for him, anyway.

Sigh. Your thoughts hadn’t even wandered below his neck yet, and you were already in need of a cold shower. Was he even aware of the hold he had on you?

Sometimes, you suspected that he knew. You were fast friends after he joined the team and moved into the tower, and not long after, you began to consider him your best friend. The two of you spent countless hours together – almost every free moment you both had to spare. Your time spent with him came with inevitable physical contact - innocent brushes of fingertips as you’d both reach for the last snack, warm hugs, and intimate contact while sparring. Sometimes, even, the occasional wrestling-match-turned-tickle-fight. Each touch, no matter the context, lit your skin on fire, burning with your desire for more. The conversations you had with him were often laced with innuendo; he’d make a suggestive remark and his lips would curl into a devilish grin as he watched the blush blossom over your neck and cheeks. 

But – you told yourself – it didn’t mean anything; that’s just who he was: a relentless flirt. He’d often brag of his sexual exploits back on Asgard (which would also cause you to blush and choke on your drinks), and it was clear that Loki Laufeyson had quite the queue of women at his bedroom door, hoping for the chance to spend a night of passion with him. Perhaps there was some mild attraction, but there was no way he would ever have genuine interest in someone like you. How could he, when he was so damned perfect? And you were, well… you.

Last Christmas was his first “Midgardian Christmas” as he liked to call it. You had fond memories of showing him the traditional customs – decorating, wrapping gifts, watching Christmas movies, drinking hot chocolate, and you even got him to join in on some Christmas caroling. Your favorite memory from last year, though, was when he showed you his apartment at the Avengers tower. You had been inside before, of course, but he was so excited to show you how he decorated it himself, using what he learned after you had dragged him along with you to help decorate every other nook and cranny of the compound…

“Do you like it, darling? Did I live up to your rigorous standards?”

“Loki…” you gasped, “This is breathtaking!” 

He beamed. “Well, I did have a masterful teacher.”

There was that damned smirk again.

“You’ve given it your own… flavor, too, I see.”

“There was no other option, Y/N. Midgardian Christmas decor consists of entirely too much red for my taste,” he remarked with a cringe. “It really is quite tacky. I’ve taken a more… elegant approach.” 

“But what about holly berries? Candy canes? Poinsettias? Red ribbon, even?”

“What was that song you taught me last week? White Christmas? Well in here, darling, we have a Green Christmas, take it or leave it.”

Pulling yourself back to the present moment, you chuckled at the memory. Of course he couldn’t stand to see so much of his brother’s colors in his own quarters. Loki’s room was immaculately adorned with festive decorations, and not a speck of red could be found. The green fir tree in the corner was spectacularly embellished with glittering bulbs of the brightest emerald, silver, and gold. White lights and silver tinsel added to the sparkle, and nestled at the precipice was a beautifully ornate silver spinning wheel, a symbol of his mother, Frigga. The windows in his room were frosted, even though it hadn’t snowed that day, and when you approached them to investigate, you noticed they were not cold to the touch. Loki had frosted them himself, using his power as a Jotun, and then used his seidr to seal them so the frost would not melt, nor would the unwelcome chill seep into the cozy room. Hanging in each of the frosted windows was a green wreath, each one complete with a golden bow and a flickering candle. His usual black furniture and rich, emerald green soft furnishings throughout the room brought the entire look together. It was warm and inviting, but also strong and dark – just like him.

Here you were, daydreaming of that Green Christmas last year, and the nights you would have liked to spend in his room… in his bed.

It just wouldn’t do any more. Being best friends wasn’t enough; you needed more. Christmas was all about letting people know how much you love them, right? You resolved that you would tell Loki your true feelings for him on Christmas Eve.

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Christmas Eve arrived in the blink of an eye, and you’d never been more nervous in your life. You had rehearsed over and over again the words that you would say to him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough. Or maybe it would be too much? Would it scare him away? Would you lose his friendship, that was so dear to you?

Stop it. You could do this.

You picked up the emerald green box adorned with a golden bow, which contained your gift for him. You had gotten him a simple and elegant tie clip, made of platinum, with a single emerald inlaid on the end. It had made you think of him right away when you saw it in the jewelry store, your mind immediately wandering to the thought of him in his all-black suit and tie combo, with that tie clip displayed proudly against his chest.

With the gift box in hand, you began your pilgrimage to his private quarters, where you had plans to do your gift exchange. As you approached the door, the flutters in your stomach increased their tempo from allegro to prestissimo; the blood pounding in your ears rose to a deafening crescendo. You audibly exhaled, trying desperately to catch your breath, and your hand trembled as it made its descent to give a shaky knock on the door. Your body was a perfect symphony of nervousness.

Loki promptly answered with his signature bright smile and twinkling eyes.

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My #1 post of 2022

On the Naughty List (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: Everyone has been so welcoming and kind and encouraging with my first fic that I decided to try my hand at another one! This is also my first try with smut, so apologies if it is awkward at all. I hope you like it! It is another installment in the Winter Warmers Collection curated by @lokisgoodgirl

Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), soft(ish) Dom!Loki, here be filth, some fluff too, established relationship, language, restraints, spanking, nipple play (clamps), temperature play, edging/orgasm delay, begging, oral f!receiving, choking (if you squint)

Word Count: 4377

"Stop, Loki! Ahhhhh, stop, please!" you shrieked wildly as Loki playfully but mercilessly pelted you with icy snowballs.

You loved seeing him like this, completely lost in a moment of carefree fun. His eyes were alight with that familiar glint of mischief and the midday rays reflecting off the surrounding snow seemed to dance across his porcelain skin. He was beautiful. And he was yours. An arrogant smile slowly melted into his features as he responded to your request for a ceasefire.

"What's the matter, darling? Can't handle everything I have to offer?" he quipped with a wink.

Damn him and his relentless innuendo. A slight blush crept across your cheeks at his words.

"Oh, I know I can handle all of you, Laufeyson. I've done it many times before," you decided to give it right back to him. "What I can't handle is any more snowballs to the face or soaking through my coat. Not all of us have an endless tolerance for cold, you know!"

Given Loki's heritage, he required no protective outerwear during your childish winter antics. Not that you truly minded -- it meant you got to enjoy a better view of those sinful hands of his, the long, elegant fingers flexing dexterously as he packed the glittering snow into nearly perfect spheres. But, perhaps, his affinity for the cold did give him an unfair advantage in this case.

"I can think of several things I could do to warm you right up, love. Things I could do with my fingers..." he twirled his delectable digits seductively and nearly had you drooling. "...or my mouth..." his skillful tongue peered through the curtains that were his luscious lips and slowly swiped along his top lip just before he smirked knowingly and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "...or my cock."

Had the temperature suddenly risen? Your thighs clenched together involuntarily, your body already yearning for the sweet friction, and the slightest whimper escaped your lips at his salacious words.

He paced towards you, closing the distance until there was none left, and his warm breath was fanning across your neck as he bent to whisper in your ear.

"Although," he continued, "judging by your reaction thus far, I could probably keep you warm with my words alone." His voice seemed to drop an octave, and assumed that familiar huskiness that he reserved only for you in your most private moments with him. "Maybe we should test the theory, hmm? Would you like that, darling?" His tongue darted out to lick the shell of your ear.

"Yes, Loki..." you breathed, your own voice barely above a whisper. "Please, let's be done with our game and go inside. I need you."

"As you wish, my love," he placed a wet kiss along your jawline. "Follow me."

He began the short walk back to the cozy home the two of you shared, his broad back to you. The wet spots he left on your ear and jaw began to sting in the frigid winter air. You absent-mindedly reached up to soothe the ache with your gloved fingertips, and as you turned to admire the way the dark jeans he was wearing hugged his perfect ass as he strode towards the house, the temptation was too great. You simply could not resist.

THWAK!

A perfectly thrown snowball hit him in the back of the head, bursting into a flurry of snow that clung to his ebony curls and drifted down his neck and across his back.

"Oh you're in for it now, pet." He turned around, ever so slowly, his lips upturned into a menacing smile and his emerald eyes burning with the promise of what was to come.

You decided to play right into his hands.

"Have I earned a spot on the naughty list, Sir?"

He gazed back at you with a hungry expression, his pupils dilating with lust; you knew the effect that particular word had on him. He began stalking towards you, like a predator cornering his prey.

"That goes without saying, Y/N. Your misbehavior is simply unacceptable. Now, do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

He was right in front of you once again, towering over you and looking down his nose directly into your eyes.

"They don't get any presents?" you suggest with feigned innocence.

"They must be punished." he declared with such authority, it left no room for argument.

"Oh really? Just what exactly do you -- AHH!"

Before you could even finish your snarky response, he had you draped over his shoulder, your eyes staring at his perfect backside and his strong arm flexed behind your knees, holding you in place. His other hand rose up to give your unsuspecting bottom a warning smack.

"No more questions, darling. You're in enough trouble as it is."

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[starrykitty013]

Hi! if you have the time, can you give us some good old fashioned Levi, Strange, Wong and Peter scraps? tysm! hope you're having a good day <33

Sorry for the late reply, break has been kinda hectic.

I am having a pretty good day, I start classes tomorrow (well technically they started today but I don’t have class on Monday this semester which is kinda epic) so I wanted to get my ask box cleared.

Also idk if you meant Loki instead of Levi, if it wasn’t a mistype I’m sorry, but either way this little blurb is more between doctor strange and Peter with a little Wong and Loki.

It takes place after No Way Home and Multiverse of Madness, so yea, idk this is unedited so I’m sorry for any typos but honestly I kinda had fun writing this, I’m surprised I could come up with a Drabble concept without a prompt but ig I felt inspired.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. Here is the Drabble.

Enjoy!

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“Okay, I know how this looks but you have to hear me out before you get mad.”

“I’m very tempted not to listen.” Doctor Strange said, looking completely bemused at the decievingly small child in the red onsie that was holding up a clearly drunk slim demigod that had showed up to his doorstep. He had half a mind to slam the door, but honestly, he was kind of curious and it was a slow day at the sanctum anyway. Spiderman always happened to bring a tad bit of fun wherever he went, but he also tended to bring trouble too - despite the kid having the inability to ask for help unless it was offered, don’t get Strange wrong, Spiderman worked well with others but it wasn’t his default mode; he always had to be prompted into doing so , but then again so did the rest of the hero community. Looks like he decided to cut out the middle man and go straight to the trouble

“Come on, isn’t like part of your code to give people shelter or something.” The kid tried to convince.

“That’s nuns.” He said blandly.

“Really?” the kid Asked innocently Stephan actually wasn’t quite sure about that, he wasn’t very religious.

“Wong won’t be pleased.” Cause inviting the god of mischief \, who already had a spotty track record of steal powerful artifacts, into a sanctum full of forbidden and protected magic did not sound like a good idea on any day, but if said god was drunk. Yeah, Wong would be mad.

But it might be fun.

“How did you even find him like this?” Spiderman tended to find himself in a lot of strange situations, none of which had any sort of protocol. Then again, Spiderman wasn’t really known for following any sort of rules given to him. A trait that had Stephan a little envious at sometimes, because despite his rigid discipline that is required to learn and maintain the mystic arts, Spiderman is still somehow more morally stable in most regards while having virtually no discipline.

The boy shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. I just found him outside the old Stark tower like this when I went to investigate a like minor explosion? Which, isn’t crazy that we’ve gotten so used to people falling out of the sky as a society, that no one even mentions it. Like-“ Stephan held up a hand to stop the ramble while they weren’t too deep - though the kid did make a good point - but he knew Spiderman could ramble on for hours if given the chance.

“Why can’t you just take him to your place?” Stephan asked with a raised brow. At that Spidey went a tad stiff in the shoulder before purposefully relaxing. It was odd, that he didn’t know Spiderman’s identity, they had literally saved the universe together and potentially the multi-verse, although for some reason parts of Stephan’s memories from that event were a little hazy. But one thing is for sure, Spiderman knew more than he was letting on. Despite his iron clad secrecy, the kid was incredibly bad at lying. Stephan has tried to confront him, somehow the conversation always got changed. He stopped because it was fruitless. The kid may be bad at lying but goddamn does he have tight lips.

“My landlord probably wouldn’t like that and besides,” Spiderman gestured to the expanse of the sanctum at whole “You were closer and I think you can handle any…mishaps? God that word makes me sound old. “ Never mind that Stephan used that word quite frequently, especially when describing America’s training. Actually in regards to America’s training, Wong has started using it quite frequently too. Maybe she and Spidey could get along. He banished the though because Teen heroes are literally trouble magnets wherever they go, putting two together would probably set off some kind of natural disaster that would devastate half the world and people were still recovering from the snap, without even taking into regard the blip and seriously who was in charge of naming that. “Anyway, yeah you can handle any magical mishaps that may occur.”

“Fine.” The Doctor relented. Better to keep the threat secure rather than let it wonder off with one of the most notorious trouble attracting teens in the universe. He opened the door more to invite them in. Spiderman just stood their awkwardly. “Well?” Stephan raised a brow and Spidey shifted his feet slightly.

“Actually, uhm, I can’t stay. Sorry, I don’t mean to dump this on you. But you probably know how to contact Thor and stuff so maybe you could call him. I’m sorry I really have to go.” And the kid franticly pushed the demigod toward Stephan who barely had time to react as a body drunkly stumbled towards him.

“How dare you, do you know who I am?” Loki exclaimed in a slurred tone.

“What the hell kid?” Stephan exclaimed but when he turned to look back at the door, Spiderman was gone.

“Where did the spider child go? He has vanished, like a witch.” The god demanded. Stephan ignored him as he furrowed his brow in the direction of the now empty doorway. Something was really off about that boy. But he guesses if he had been in the hero game as long as Spiderman has, and are still a kid, he would have some odd quirks too. But Spiderman operated solo, and he knows that he doesn’t really work or answer to anybody. Still, with all his secrets, being that socially isolated from your peers must be stunting to some sort of mental development. Sure, he’s seen Spidey work with other heroes occasionally and more often work with other vigilantes, but no one his own age, cause seriously if that kid is older than 19 Stephan will voluntarily do maintenance for the mirror dimension for a whole year. Besides, he doesn’t think people like Deadpool are the best influences to hangout with, but the kid has a good head on his shoulders so Stephan isn’t too worried about him becoming that type of menace.

And that’s another thing: since when did he care about that kid. Sure they’ve fought together, they’ve saved countless universes together, but Stephan doesn’t even know what the kid’s name is. So why does he care about his wellbeing this much? It’s like, subconscious. Stephan doesn’t really like that thought.

He heard a sigh from behind him and turned to look at Wong, who just looked done as he took in the scene. Oh, the joys of being Sorcere Supreme. When you clean up one fuck up another shows up at your doorstep. Yeah, Strange didn’t miss that part of the job, that’s for sure.

“I’ll contact New Asgard.” He sighed and Doctor Strange took that as his opportunity to shove Loki off him.

“You insolent wench, I will-“

Stephan just walked away.

Maybe the kid could use a few friends his own age. Even if it might cause the end of the world.

Maybe, just maybe, it would be a little worth it.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

8, 28, 33, 36, 40

8. Oldest WIP

My Hemispheres series. I've actually (FINALLY) been working on Chapter 2 of Part 3 the last few days, but I mean, this monster baby is going to go for a while, I think. I don't have an entire end goal in mind other than it'll likely somehow come full circle to the first part where Tony had woken up in the 'other universe' married to Loki, which was what sparked him - upon returning to his own universe - to go get Loki out of Asgardian prison.

28. Favourite side character

I've got a couple. Coulson, JARVIS, the elevator at the Avengers Tower, Agent Melinda May, (various of the AoS characters, actually), Sif and Fandral (odd that). And that's in Marvel, which is my main fandom to write for. If I write more for Stranger Things, I'll likely have other favorite sides like Robin or Dustin or even Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers. If I wrote more Hannibal, it would definitely be Beverly Katz and Winston (the dog).

33. Have you ever killed a main character?

Yes, essentially. Sort of. In They Bid Me Take My Place Among Them, I didn't really kill Tony, Loki, and Nat, but it was post-Endgame, and it was a short thing where the three of them are already dead - that Tony dies but shows up in Valhalla where Loki greets him and shows him that Nat's there, too. In You are the ghost behind my eyes, I essentially kill Old Steve. And in the Outside the dawn is breaking (But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free) series, my X3 Fix-it series, in Pt 2, I'll be killing off a (sort of) main character, and in Pt 3, I'll be killing off another (sort of) main character. I will say that it won't be either character of the story's ship, and it won't be any of the ones who are helping the ship.

36. Last sentence you wrote

From Chapter 2, Pt 3 Hemispheres:

(Loki is speaking to Steve)

“I encountered a quote while studying the internet, and while the person who said this seems to have been a somewhat…well, not nice politician, the quote is appropriate, I think. ‘If you are cold, tea will warm you; if you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are depressed, it will cheer you; If you are excited, it will calm you’,” he said and mirrored the way Steve rested his hip against the counter so that they faced one another. “So to answer your remark, yes, I really do like tea. I’ve seen the selection in the communal kitchen, and then Anthony and Bruce showed me websites where I could order what I like, and even Ms. Potts has suggested some of her favorites.”

40. Share some backstory for one of your characters

Emma Frost was born into a very wealthy family whose income has banked on the textile industry since the 1600s. Her father wielded his wealth and power with an iron fist, often that he'd use to keep his children, especially Christian and Emma, in line. The whole of her childhood was spent being groomed to be in control (and yet to still be controlled as her father never relinquished his control), to be powerful and intelligent, and to want far more than she wanted (which was to be a teacher). From her father's abuse and her mother's alcoholic/drug abuse apathy, she then experienced the lusts and abuse by teachers and then later Sebastian Shaw, though she did finally claim her power as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club before finally realizing her dream of being a teacher when she had her own school in Boston. While still being viewed as a villain, Emma experienced the devastating heartbreak of losing all of her students in Genosha, and not long past that, she was treated with constant suspicion when she joined the team/teachers at the Xavier Institute. Where she would spend far too many years of her life being compared to and treated as second choice/consolation prize to a corpse that refuses to stay dead.

Thank you for the asks!

A Writer’s Ask Game

[leewonkyeom]

I'll send you the collage immediately after I make it <33 (can't out do master Wonwoo but I'll try my best)

Bro If you ended up writing a fic or smau for the Spiderman au tag me

Hannie fits perfectly with Loki like a bit too perfectly and I was gonna suggest Dr strange as hao but scarlet witch is also good! With ant man I think Wonwoo would be a good choice! Dk could be Hawkeye or Bucky maybe??

Speaking of aus i found this svt bridgerton/regency era au and I can't get it out of my mind omg (viscount Joshua Hong 🛐) each storyline is also very interesting to read my most favourites were Jeonghan's part and Hoshi's part (and Joshua's part)

Finally someone with actual sense 😭 I've been saying this for so long like what are they even gonna get by being so secretive about sex?? Ffs provide students with good sex education

Back in 2016 i think most anime fans and k-pop fans absolutely despised each other (the discord chats used to be crazy) but it seems they're in their enemies to lovers arc lol

LMAO NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE KPOP LANGUAGE USED FOR JOJO 😭😭 Okuyasu bias wrecker fr but Josuke will forever be my bias 😍

I really recommend reading manga! I get not watching the anime it would take way longer to catch up

Btw sorry for the late reply yesterday was kinda draining T^T

yeah of course, no pressure!! and of course i'll tag you in that fic (3 years from now♡)

hmm i can also see hao as doctor strange, but also maybe jun or dino?? omgg dk should be hawkeye bc of isac😭😭 master archer

omgg !! thank you for the suggestion, i saw you linked it in your next ask. thank you sm !!!

well, i probably have that mindset because i was provided with good sex ed😭 but also hook-up culture here is crazy and my country has one of the highest chlamydia rates but🤷‍♀️ no one is dying at least

wait really??? i felt like all the anime fans transitioned to kpop, so the fandoms aligned?? is my worldview entirely distorted? (i never was in any discord chats though)

lmaoo i couldn't help myself😭😭 it was just too funny not to use that kind of language

okay !! maybe i'll get around to reading the manga then !!

no, don't feel sorry about that! just reply whenever you have the energy. you don't owe me anything !!

[blackypanther9]

Part 33 - Could Loki help ?

Warning ! Beginning is smutty !

Loki opened his eyes and realized that he and Dexter must have fallen asleep. He slowly looked at his cock and saw that Dexter never left Loki's ass. He smiled at that happily.

'He really loves me...'

Loki flinched as someone stroked his hair so suddenly. He needed time to realize that it was just Dexter. Loki then relaxed and leaned into the touch.

"Hey Babyboy...Are you alright ?", Dexter asked.

"I am fine. How long were we laying here ?"

Dexter moved a little and sighed softly.

"9 hours. We slept for 9 hours."

"Oh..."

Loki looked away, disappointed. Dexter will soon part from him and do his things. Dexter snuggled more with Loki, accidently pushing his member deeper into Loki.

"Ah~!"

"Shit...Sorry Baby...I forgot..."

"It is alright. I like the feeling of you inside me."

Dexter looked at Loki with love.

"I want to fuck you again, right now.", Dexter whispered.

"Then be my guest~", Loki purred.

"You little Minx~"

BEGINNING OF SMUT !!!

Dexter made Loki sit on top of him. Loki moaned. Dexter held Loki's hips.

"Ride me, Babyboy~"

Loki obeyed and started bouncing on Dexter's cock.

"Ah~! Mmmm~! Ah~! Ha~! Dexter~!"

"Mmmmm~ You're so sexy Loki~ It's like your place was made here, fucking my cock~"

"Ngh~! Ah~! D-Dexter~! You're so good~! Ah~!"

Loki went faster, sounds of skin slapping on skin was heard, together with moaning, groaning and whimpering.

"Ah~! Ngh~! D-Daddy~! I'm about to c-cum~!"

"Then cum for me~ Cum for your Daddy~"

Loki went even harder and faster. Dexter also let a few moans escape. 2 seconds later, Loki screamed and came on Dexter's chest. Then he collapsed on Dexter's chest too, painting his own chest also with his own sperm. Just then he felt that Dexter came inside his behind. Loki decided to move his hips, milking out Dexter's orgasm.

END OF SMUT !!!

As they were done, Loki stilled and kissed Dexter. Dexter kissed back.

"Mmh~ I love you, my Loki."

"I love you too, my Dexter."

Dexter hugged Loki again and they cuddled for 30 more minutes. As the 30 minutes went by, they stood up.

"I don't want to stand up !", Loki whined.

"I have a lot of work to do. I can't lay in bed all day."

"Why not ?"

"Because I have stuff to take care of."

Loki looked at Dexter.

"Being a leader is not easy. You have almost never time for anything else, but your people.", Dexter mumbled.

"Like ?"

Dexter looked at Loki in a serious expression.

"You don't want to know."

Loki looked at Dexter in confusion and worry. What does Dexter hide all the time ?

"Today we will go to Maker and look what news he has.", Dexter said happily.

"News ?"

"Yeah ! Maker and his group are trying to find a way to safe the suffering souls. The last injection killed 22 of them, but healed the 802 others. There is always something missing and Maker made it his job to find out how to safe them all, without anyone dying."

Loki stared at Dexter in shock.

"Wait, wait, wait ! I thought you calm them down and train them ! Now you tell me that you experiment on them too ?! I thought you safe and help them !"

Dexter sighed, exhausted.

"Loki we do help and safe them. HYDRA injected in their blood many different things. Different powers, bacteria, viruses, blood and other unknown things. The powers are growing too much and too fast. If no one is trying to stop it in time, like we, then they all die. We inject an Anti - serum, to stop their powers from growing. Can you follow ?"

Loki stared at Dexter in terror. He nodded.

"Good. Now ! Get ready and let's go !", Dexter said.

Loki hurried himself, to get dressed in time. Then they made their way down to the laboratory.

"What is with Breakfast ?", Loki asked.

"Breakfast is in 2 hours. Our cooks plan to cook something new. We have time."

"Oh...Okay."

"Yep !"

"Boss ! There you are !", Maker yelled.

Dexter turned away from Loki and looked at Maker, smiling.

"Maker ! What do you have for news ?"

"I may have a very good solution for the tortured souls ! But...uhm...I would need Loki's help..."

Dexter's face darkened a little.

"For what ?", he asked Maker.

"Loki could have something, that could help the new Anti - serum to work correctly. Just looking into his blood, saliva and sperm. Please Boss ?"

Dexter looked at Maker for a long while.

"How do you plan on getting on Loki's sperm ?"

"Uhm...You and him by fucking ? Maybe ?"

Dexter stared Maker down. Maker gulped and got very uncomfortable. Then Dexter looked at Loki.

"Do you want to do it, Loki ?"

"Uhm...J-just if you do it...", Loki said shyly.

"Why me and not Maker ?", Dexter asked confused.

"Y-you don't have to...I just feel more safe around you, Dexter..."

Dexter chuckled softly. Loki looked down. Dexter lifted Loki's chin and they looked one another deep in the eyes.

"Fine...I will do it. Maker ? You come with me. I will take his blood and saliva now and then we will send you out and I will get Loki's sperm. Okay ?"

"Okay Boss."

"Good. Come Loki."

Loki took Dexter's hand and they followed Maker into another room.

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[earlgreydream]

need some period comfort :( loki and or zemo please <33

!! sorry I’m late getting to this 🥺 feel better !!

of course you knew there was no reason to get shy or embarrassed. loki was a god — he’d fought battles and seen bloodshed for centuries — he was unlikely to be disturbed by your body’s natural functions. you could reason with yourself all you wanted, the tears were still streaming down your cheeks as you locked yourself in the bathroom.

“just… just a minute!” you called when loki gently knocked on the door.

“my darling, is everything alright?”

“m’fine!” you tried to insist, cleaning up the crimson mess between your thighs and tossing your little sleepshorts into the hamper.

“loki!” you snapped as you tossed the tampon wrapper, trying to hide yourself from him as he stepped into your little en-suite.

“love, it’s okay. I was bringing you—” he began, holding out a clean pair of cotton boy shorts and oversized black sweatpants.

he trailed off as you grabbed them from him, pushing him back out into the bedroom and closing the door so you could have some privacy.

“I feel disgusting, I don’t want you to see me cleaning up the pajamas I bled through, it’s humiliating,” you said, finally rejoining your boyfriend.

“It happens, you have absolutely no reason to be ashamed. I was only trying to help, with the clothes.”

You nodded, wincing as his warm hands rubbed your stomach, pushing just below your waistband to rest on your aching abdomen.

“I’m sorry. What can I do?” Loki murmured against your lips, embracing your body in his arms.

“I suppose some tea would be nice,” you hummed, letting him tuck you back into fresh sheets in the soft bed.

he promised to be back, parting from your bedroom, leaving you alone with the sitcom playing softly on your television. as soon as he wasn’t curled up next to you, you ached for him, fussing softly and wishing he’d hurry.

“you’re a saint,” you sighed when Loki returned with a cup of tea, and a hot water bottle for your aching belly.

“god of mischief, perhaps,” he teased, getting settled down in bed with you snuggled on his chest, the heat resting on your lap.

“relax, you can just rest today. tell me, what is this show? where do the Gilmore girls live?”

[vbecker10]

Shadows of the Past

Part 34 (Part 33)

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(LOKI POV)

A few loud knocks call your attention to the glass and you know they have what they need or at least enough to get them started.  You stand up slowly, smoothing out your pants and make your way to the door.  

You turn towards Marc and give him your best mischievous smile, you are happy to see he knows he screwed up.  Placing your hand on the door knob you say “You’re right, this was fun."  You step out of the room and close the door hard, then you head back to the observation room.

Y/N opens the door with a wide smile and she hugs you tightly. "Loki, that was amazing!  And kinda hot..." she says looking up at you with a slight blush.

You raise your eyebrow at her, "Oh, really?"

She nods slowly and smiles, “Mmhmm, I don’t know... just the way you took control of the room and outsmarted him so easily.”

You run your fingers along her cheek and then under her chin, bringing her lips closer to yours but Stark says, "Think you two could wait until your alone for that?"

"Very well," you sigh as you roll your eyes at him, causing Y/N to laugh.

“That really was impressive, great job Loki,” Steve pats you on the back with a broad smile.  Sometimes he really reminded you of Thor but the last thing you needed was another brother.  

“I think next time we do this, we should send you in first.  That slip about the library was perfect, Y/N is already dying to get upstairs and bury herself in research,” Hill laughs a little.   

Before you can say anything to them, Stark says, "I’ll admit, you did good.  I didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off.”

“What was that?” you ask him.

Stark sighs, “You heard me.”

“I’m not sure if I did... it sounded almost like a compliment,” you say with a smile.  You turn to Y/N, “Did you hear that?”

She puts her hand over her mouth to cover her laugh but she nods.  

“Don’t get too excited about it reindeer games, I’m not saying it again,” Stark says as he goes to head out of the room.  Steve and Hill follow him out, you and Y/N stay behind.  You watch through the glass as Steve and Stark unchain him from the table and ground then take him away.

She slips her hand into yours and you squeeze it tight.  Y/N looks up at you and smiles, you bend down and kiss her quickly.  She pouts at the short kiss, causing you to laugh.  You take a step towards the door and give her hand a gentle tug, “Come on, you can tell me all about how hot I was during the interrogation when we get back to my room.”  You wink at her, making her giggle and blush a bit.

(Y/N POV - the next night)

A knock on your office door pulls your attention from your computer screen and when you look up you see Loki standing in the doorway.  Your heart suddenly sinks as you realize its after 8:30.

“Loki, I’m so sorry,” you quickly start to apologize as you stand up.  “I didn’t-” you start to explain but he cuts you off.

“Y/N, its ok...” he says as he walks into your office.  He takes his right hand from behind his back and holds up a fairly large paper bag, “I brought dinner.”  He smiles at you which somehow makes you feel even more guilty.

You move around your desk and hug him tightly.  He places the bag on your desk then hugs you back.  Loki kisses the top of your head then plays with your hair.  “I’m sorry Mischief,” you tell him again, hiding your face in his chest.  You were supposed to meet him at 7 to watch a movie and order food but you had completely lost track of time.

He lets go of you a little so you can look up at him, “We can do the movie another night.  Its fine Y/N.”

“Are you sure?” you ask him, still worried he might be upset.

He nods and kisses you softly, “I wasn’t very interested in the movie you picked anyway.”

“Why did you say ok to it?” you ask curiously.

He winks at you and squeezes you tighter, “Well, I wasn’t planning on watching it for very long.”  You giggle and shake your head at him but you can’t help blushing a little. 

He gently strokes your cheek and smiles at you.  “Honestly though, I just want to spend time with you, Y/N.  Even if that means bringing you dinner and sitting here while you figure out what library Marc was talking about,” he says. 

You bring your arms up around Loki’s neck and stand on your toes to kiss him.  He keeps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest as he kisses you back.  His tongue gently runs across your bottom lip and then he bites it, just enough for you to gasp softly.  One of his hands slides up your back and neck until his fingers are in your hair.  He tugs at your hair lightly and you tilt your head to the side so he can kiss down your neck to your shoulder and then back to your lips.   

When you finally break the kiss to breath again, he rests his forehead against yours and you feel an overwhelming desire to tell Loki those three words you’ve been biting back since he was hurt.  Every time you see him, you want to hold him tightly and tell him how deeply you love him but you just can’t seem to get the words out.  Last night he had fallen asleep before you and you laid in his arms with your head on his chest.  You closed your eyes and just listened to his heartbeat in the dark.  Kissing his neck as softly as you could, you whispered that you loved him and although you could swear he smiled in his sleep, you know he didn’t hear you.  

You've never told anyone you’ve dated that you loved them before but none of them could ever compare to Loki.  He meant everything to you but you couldn’t quiet that small part of you that worried he wasn’t ready to love you back.  He had been betrayed by so many people he cared about, including the last person he said he loved.  

He kisses your nose gently, “What are you thinking about darling?”

You blink at him and realize you had gotten lost in your thoughts.  “Just how lucky I am to have you in my life,” you tell him with a smile, its not quite a lie.  “What did you bring me?” you change the subject quickly, stepping away from him to check out the bag on your desk.

“Ah, well... I think you will be pleased,” he says sounding proud of himself.

You open the bag and take a peak inside, “Ooh... you are good Mischief.”

He smiles at you and sits at your desk.  You take out your burrito, you’ve been dying for one recently but your favorite place is ten blocks away and you haven’t had time to get there.  Loki takes his food out of the bag as you take your seat behind you computer again.

“So how is the search going?” he asks as you start to eat.

“Good, I think,” you tell him.  “I’ve narrowed it down to three possible libraries.  There were only about eight which made sense location wise and five of those had a ton of security cameras inside and out so I doubt they would have gone there.” 

He nods and motions for you to continue, "I talked to Hill and some of the people who were sifting through the copied files.  We think she would have had to go to the drop location pretty soon after each one of your missions.  The files were copied to a USB, not transferred directly which is unfortunate because they could have been tracked that way.”

“Well, why would any of this be easy?” he jokes.

“Very true,” you agree.

“So you think she went out when I got back from the missions?” he asks, as though something just occurred to him.  

“Mmhmm, we have the dates and times the files were copied and they are usually the last day or second to last day you were away,” you tell him.

“I’m not sure if this is helpful or not,” he starts, “But if I got back from a mission near the end of the week, you know a Thursday, Friday or Saturday... she would bring me coffee on Sunday morning.  I always thought it was a little odd but she said she really liked that café.”

“I thought you hated coffee,” you say, a little confused.  You had literally never seen him touch coffee before, he always made tea.

“I do... which is part of why I thought it was odd,” he tells you.

“What was the other part?” you ask.

“It was always cold, but I don’t think it was supposed to be.  I’ve seen Nat & Wanda get iced coffee before but this was regular coffee that just had cooled off,” he said sounding annoyed at the memory.

You can almost feel the wheels in your brain start to turn a you think about what Loki told you.  “Wait... do you remember the name of the café?” you ask him, trying not to get too excited. 

He shakes his head and you feel yourself deflating.  “Oh, actually... I think I can do better than that,” he says as he stands up and comes behind your desk.

“What do you mean?” you ask, looking up at him.

He points to your computer and you roll your chair back so he can get to it.  “She had texted me one day asking if I could have have Nat pick her up...” he opens Google Maps and starts zooming in and out of Lower Manhattan & SOHO as if he is looking for something.  “There,” he stops moving around and points to an intersection on the map.  

“Prince Street & Greene Street... I can see why you would remember that,” you laugh as you look at the map.

He smiles at you and shrugs, “I’m going to let you have that one.  But does it help?”

You give him a big smile and instead of answering, you take the mouse back from him and point a the building one block north of the café.  He leans closer to the screen and then at you, “That’s a church.”

“Mhmm...” you hum and then open the street view so you can see the front of the church.  You point with the mouse to a tall metal box with a glass door attached to the fence of the church.  

“Y/N, that’s not a library,” he says, sounding unconvinced.

“Not one like you are used to.  I’ve seen a few of these popping up recently,” you tell him.  “Its pretty much the honor system, you take a book and you leave a book.  No one checks them in or out, you just walk by, see if there is anything interesting and take it.  When you are done, you put it back.  There is one of these near my old apartment and I put a bunch of books I was done with in there for someone else to read.”

He stares at you, “Ok, but that’s still not a library.”

You laugh at his disbelief, “Whether you believe me or not, this is definitely where Sarah passed off the information to Marc.  We just need to get down there and find out how.”

(LOKI POV - about 4am)

“What?” you mumble as you open your eyes.  You look around the room but its still dark.  Your laying on your side and Y/N is on her side as well, her back pressed against your chest.  You squeeze her a bit tighter and close your eyes but a minute later your eyes open again. She kicked out in her sleep, that must have been what woke you the first time.

“Y/N,” you whisper in her ear, hoping to wake her gently.

She moans softly and kicks again.  You shake her lightly and say her name again but still no response.  She begins to act out more, this time she rolls onto her back and brings her arms in front of her.  Her moans turn to whimpers and you know she is having a nightmare.  You shake her a little more forcefully, trying to bring her out of it.

The dream must have intensified, she cries for help and continues to move her arms and legs almost frantically.  You sit up and put your hands on her shoulders, “Y/N, love, you need to wake up.  You’re having a nightmare, you’re safe here.”

What she says next sends a shockwave through your whole body.  “No, Loki! Stop, please just stop!” she says, still fighting off her nightmare.  “Don’t, no, don’t do this Loki!”  You freeze, unable to process what you are hearing.  Her eyes suddenly open as she screams one more time.  Y/N sits up, sweating and breathing hard as reaches out for you in the dark.  

She finds you and quickly hides her face against your chest, intertwining her legs with yours as she holds onto you.  You slowly put your arms around her as she starts to cry softly.  You rub her back in small circles and whisper to her, “You’re ok Y/N, you’re safe.”  She nods through her tears but doesn’t say anything.  You rest your cheek on the top of her head and she clings tightly to you.  You can feel her heart racing and she’s shaking slightly.  You reassure her again, “It was only a nightmare, try to take a deep breath, Y/N.”

She slowly starts to take long, deep breaths but her grip on you doesn’t loosen.  It’s as if she is afraid to let go of you even an inch.  After a few minutes, her cries have stopped and she is no longer shaking.  You ask her, “Are you ok?”

She nods again, “Yes, just-just don’t let me go yet though, ok?”

You try to smile at her but you feel yourself fighting back tears.  Instead you say, “I promise.”  She kisses your cheek softly and puts her head back on your chest.  

You kiss her forehead but don’t say anything.  After a few more minutes, you can feel her slipping off to sleep again but your thoughts have just started racing.  You close your eyes tight but you just keep hearing what she cried out during her nightmare... ‘No, Loki! Stop, please just stop! Don’t, no, don’t do this Loki!’  The words repeat in your mind over and over.  You can’t hold back your tears any longer, Y/N’s nightmare had been about you.  

Your heart starts to break as you look down at Y/N, she is sleeping peacefully in your arms like she has for so many nights.  You touch her cheek softly with your finger tips, not wanting to wake her but feeling as if you needed to be sure she was real.  Before you met Y/N, you thought you had been happy, you thought your life was complete, you thought you were in love but you had been wrong about everything.  

She came into your life and turned everything you knew upside down but never in all your years had you been more grateful to have met someone.  Lately you had found yourself desperately wanting to tell her how much she meant to you, that you loved her more than you ever thought you could possibly love someone.  You hadn’t told her though, because a part of you knew it was too good to be true, you didn’t deserve to truly be happy, not after everything you had done.  

You kiss her forehead lightly, and slowly slip your arm free from her grip.  She moans a little as she shifts, reaching for you.  You stop yourself, you want to take her in your arms again and not let her go.  All you want to do it love her and protect her, keep her safe from anything that would hurt her, even if what she feared would hurt her was you.  You move further away from her grasp and sit up slowly on her bed, wiping away a stray tear.  You take a deep breath and try not to look at her as you leave the room.  Closing the door as quietly as you can, you lean against the wall in the hallway for support as your heart shatters completely.  Y/N told you she wasn’t scared of you, that she accepted your past and forgave you for everything but subconsciously she was still terrified of you.  And why wouldn’t she, you still felt like a monster.  

You walk slowly down the hall, not sure where exactly you are going.

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“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Are you sure about that, Loki? Are you extra, extra sure about that?

Because you:

1. Joined a task force to look for Sylvie (even though you didn’t know her then) and entered the same tent she had just disappeared from mere seconds before;

2. Thought that she was you (which later she would disagree with and say “if anything, you’re me” but anyway) and therefore pretty darn easy to locate;

3. Wouldn’t at first accept the fact that she was superior to you (well, y’all are equals, and maybe she’s better than you, but we’ll get to that later);

4. Theorized with your new friend Mobius that she was hiding in apocalypses by stealing his salad and then proceeding to absolutely destroy it doing so;

5. Visited freakin’ POMPEII to prove said theory and then actually proved your theory correct;

6. Used a candy from the future as a clue to find out where she might’ve taken her next steps, and cross referenced it with the many apocalypses she might’ve been in;

7. Actually found an apocalypse that she ends up being in (Alabama 2050);

8. Went to said apocalypse to look for her (you seem pretty invested in looking for her at this point);

9. Found her first enchantment victim who then passed the enchantment onto her second victim (B-15, looking at you), whom you still thought was you;

10. Found her third enchantment victim who told you not to call her a Loki (which she’ll do again, don’t worry);

11. Acknowledged through her fourth enchantment victim that she was different than you for the first time (“I would never treat me like this,” you said);

12. Followed her through a Time Door back to the TVA after meeting her for the first time;

13. Somehow allowed her to get the best of you even though you probably didn’t mean for that to happen;

14. Grabbed her stolen TemPad and landed the both of y’all in yet another apocalypse, the worst one yet actually, one that she’s probably been to before;

15. Tried to shield her from a falling meteor, to which she said she didn’t need your help (I mean, did you have a reason to save her then?);

16. Called her weird (I mean, that’s funny as hell, I gotta give you that);

17. Opened a door for her and let her enter the mining shack first before you did;

18. Literally let down your guard around her (yes, you’re tired from all that running, but still);

19. Somehow didn’t even stop her from putting both her hands on your neck in an attempt to enchant you (it looked romantic as hell, dude, and how were you not even opposed to her doing that, given both of y’all’s antagonism toward each other?);

20. Told her mockingly “In my heart” when she asked you where you hid her stolen TemPad (I mean, you could have said literally anything else but you went for “in my heart”, okay, I see where this is going);

21. Kind of agreed with her when she said you needed her to get out of Lamentis, “you need me” being the key phrase;

22. Asked her where she was going, and followed her;

23. Acknowledged that she’s not a Loki (yay!), or at least the fact that she doesn’t want to be referred to as one;

24. Followed her into an abandoned mining town where you thought you could fool a resident who chose to stay (you couldn’t);

25. Let her get away with teasing you about your failed efforts;

26. Playfully grabbed her by the shoulders from behind as you used your magic to conjure up a guard’s outfit for yourself (which you looked absolutely hilarious in, by the way, that helmet did not help one bit);

27. Sat down with her at a booth on the train, just the two of you (I’m not calling this anything else other than a date, at this point, to be honest);

28. Told her a wistful story about your mother and how she taught you magic and how she believed in you;

29. Showed her a miniature version of the fireworks you said your mother once conjured up for you, in an attempt to make her happy (I mean, those are beautiful fireworks, and she likes them too!);

30. Playfully conjured up a feather and quill to tease her about saying “Love is hate” (she finds you funny, she just doesn’t want to admit it);

31. Asked her whether she’s got anyone waiting for her when her mission’s complete (well, she did give a sarcastic answer but that’s not my point);

32. Admitted to her that you courted both princes and princesses in the past as part and parcel of being royalty;

33. Disagreed on love being mischief (what does that even mean?!) and then told her that you might need a bit more of champagne to really get that line of thought going;

34. Sang (I’m sorry, serenaded is a better word) her a song about a fair maiden waiting for her beloved to return home (you’ll find out how prophetic that would be in due time, don’t worry);

35. Decided that a dagger was your best metaphor for love (what, does being inebriated make you better at metaphors now?)

36. Let her get mad at you for getting drunk on the train (tbh, that’s kinda your fault, but there was literally nothing else to do, so) and breaking her TemPad (honestly, how do you even break a TemPad when it’s hidden in one of your magic pockets?! How?!);

37. Asked her if she felt better after that frustration-fueled scream (I mean, that’s kinda the first time you’re looking out for her, because that’s about to get real routine);

38. Went along with her after she sarcastically suggested that y’all both should try to get the Ark off the moon, fully knowing the impossibility of doing so;

39. Bantered teasingly with her about enchantment;

40. Believed her on a dime’s drop when she said that everyone who worked that the TVA were Variants, just like the two of you;

41. Let her grab your hand before the both of you ran around the back of the Ark’s docking station in order to find another boarding point;

42. Asked her if she was okay after the both of you got knocked back by an explosion (aww, you do care for her, how sweet!);

43. Finally called her by her name just before the Ark exploded;

44. Apologized to her for ruining her mission and dooming the both of y’all to die on an exploding moon;

45. Sat and listened to her explain her motives for her mission, before telling her that though people like the both of you may lose in sometimes painful ways, y’all always survive one way or another;

46. Freakin’ COMPLIMENTED her (that’s a first), and while the both of you sat waiting for the explosion to wipe the both of you off the map, you took her hand for the first time after she put her hand on your forearm (lovely, by the way);

47. Looked longingly and sadly at her when the both of y’all were hauled back to the TVA for interrogation and then subsequently separated;

48. Denied, when interrogated (is questioned a better word?) by Mobius, that you and her are partners (ha, you’ll soon be, in more ways than one, if you weren’t already), with a look on your face that absolutely betrays your true feelings for her;

49. Couldn’t even sell your lie about meeting her to Mobius that he had to lie right back to you;

50. Thought she was dead and felt so worried for her (you should’ve seen your face!);

51. Asked if she was alive and then SIGHED IN RELIEF when you were assured that she’s still alive (oh, have you got it bad for her, and you know it);

52. Denied that she’s your girlfriend the first time Mobius teases you with that word;

53. Spilled your emotions and your feelings for her on the table when you told Mobius about how much you believe her about everyone at the TVA being Variants;

54. Didn’t even deny it the second time he called her your girlfriend;

55. When asked by Mobius if you cared about Sylvie, you didn’t know if “care” was the right word;

56. Straight-up told him, “I believe her” with such emotional conviction it’s hard to see it as anything else;

57. Nodded your head at her when the both of y’all were reunited at the very same elevators you met in front of (how poetic) and she asked you if you’re okay;

58. Literally had her back when the both of y’all fought the guards in the Timekeepers’ chambers;

59. Got distracted when she got knocked down to the floor by Judge Renslayer;

60. Were on the brink of telling her how you feel about her, telling her that revealing your emotions was kind of a new experience;

61. Decided the best option was to place your hands just by her shoulders for whatever reason;

62. Let go of her so that she wasn’t pruned like you were;

63. Admitted in a roundabout way in just three words that she was your glorious purpose (priorities shifted, eh?)

64. Proudly proclaimed that her being terrifying was the very thing that made her so brilliant;

65. Literally puffed out your chest when you said, “she needs me” (she will, much later, don’t worry);

66. Revealed that she’s the only one you do trust (oh, the way your voice just softens when you speak about her…);

67. Planned an unwise sneak attack (that would’ve involved stabbing a cloud, I mean…) on freakin’ ALIOTH because you believed that doing so would bring you back to her when you really had no idea whether it would or would not;

68. Ran down the hill you were on to reunite with her (classic reunion move, pity you didn’t complete it by hugging her, but I guess you’re not there yet) when she arrived by car and asked her if she’s okay (looks like it’s becoming a habit);

69. Hilariously tried to unsuccessfully argue, through telling her that you’ve been in the Void longer than she has (maybe for like, an hour or two? IDK) that stabbing a cloud with a dagger was your best line of defense;

70. Sat next to her and had a conversation with her, during which you…;

71. Said it was cold (whether it was or wasn’t, isn’t important), so you…;

72. Conjured up a blanket for yourself before asking if she wanted one as well and proceeded to deny that your budding romantic connection with her was the both of y’all’s nexus event;

73. Followed that up with revealing that your nexus event with her felt great, it was a nice moment (aww);

74. Proceed to deny it as another TVA lie (you really need to work on talking about your feelings!);

75. Reassured her that you don’t know what the both of y’all are doing with regards to this relationship you both have with each other;

76. Playfully wrapped part of your blanket around her shoulders (double aww, that’s the classic “I’m gonna fake yawn and drop my arm around her shoulders, y’all think she’ll notice” kind of move, and yes, she did, and she likes it) and smiled giddily like the lovesick puppy you are;

77. Acknowledged in a roundabout (and maybe not so subtle) way that she loves you;

78. Pledged to not betray her, to not let her down, because you’re not that kind of person anymore;

79. Adorably nudged her when you asked her what her plans were when all was said and done;

80. Suggested that the both of y’all could figure things out… “together”, you said (triple aww!);

81. Handed the TemPad she gave you to Mobius and told her, “You go, I go” (I mean…);

82. Let her take your hand before you went to attempt to enchant ALIOTH;

83. Interlocked both of y’all’s fingers while y’all were at it;

84. Walked hand in hand to the Citadel at the End of Time;

85. Asked her if everything’s okay after she becomes nervous before entering the Citadel;

86. Got really unimpressed when that creepy ghost clock offered the both of you a chance to rule the TVA together;

87. Stated that “We write our own destiny now”, cementing the fact that you and her are an item;

88. Warned her to not listen to He Who Remains;

89. Tried to stop her by warning her about the possible consequences of her actions;

90. Suggested that the best plan of action was to take a minute to think of whether allowing a multiversal war was better than the alternative both of y’all never wanted (unfortunate as it was to be a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t situation);

91. Got upset when she told you she felt like you betrayed her (don’t worry, you didn’t);

92. Clashed blades with her even though you clearly didn’t want to;

93. Told her “No” when she suggested that you kill her and take a throne you never wanted;

94. Let her blade fall to your neck to get her to stop and consider;

95. Said to her that this feeling of revenge, bloodlust isn’t worth it because you’d once been in her shoes;

96. Told her that you didn’t want to hurt her (after acknowledging that she’s been hurt by the TVA for a lifetime) and that all you wanted was for her to be okay;

97. Shared a kiss with her.

98. Deepened that kiss (you know you did…);

99. Grieved the misfortune of not just losing her but also the outcome of recent events, knowing that what she had to do was her life’s mission that you’d previously supported her on;

100. Went up to a changed Mobius and told him by referring to her, “We made a terrible mistake. We freed the Timeline. We found him beyond the storm.”

And if that doesn’t say “she’s become my girlfriend and I’m damn proud of her”, I don’t know what does.

-

Go get her, Loki. Go get Sylvie back. We’re betting on it.

[midgardianweasley]

I’ve got you, I promise

Loki x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: Y/N has a nightmare about her mum’s death, her being murdered by HYDRA because of her powers when Y/N was a child years ago, her daughter hearing everything. Haunted by the memories, comfort is found in a certain God of Mischief.

Warnings: very angsty but fluffy/soft ending, Readers Mother Death

Word Count: 1662

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“Stay here, do not move, okay?” I could faintly hear her mumbling, hiding me under coats and blankets in the storage cupboard, I could feel her hands shaking, matching the scared expression she held. She was trying to put on a brave face for me, despite knowing that I could hear the booming explosions outside and the banging on the door. I didn’t want her to leave, I knew what would happen if she set foot outside that door.

“Please don’t go” I spoke, only to be hushed quickly, her thumbs caressing my face and wiping away the tears that refused to stop flowing. My grip on the end of her sleeves felt deadly, silently begging her to stay, hoping that if I hold her tightly enough, she’ll hide in here with me. Her lips were the last I felt of her, the gentle kiss full of love pressed against my forehead, her tears falling onto my cheek and mixing with mine.

“I love you, sweetheart” She smiled, her eyes beginning to glow purple. It was time to go.

“I love-”

Darkness. One turn of a key and she was gone. The sounds weren’t though. I heard the gunshots. The explosions. The men’s screams. I’m sure if the coats weren’t on top of me, I’d be able to hear the punches, it was that loud. I thought once the noise stopped, I'd feel relief. It was over, surely? She was coming back for me. She has to be. It was only when the door was opened, well, kicked in, that i’d realised. She wasn’t coming home.

I sat bolt upright, sweat pouring off of me as I tried to catch my breath. This was the third time I'd had the same nightmare this month. I put it down to it being my mothers birthday in the upcoming weeks, my subconscious must be taunting me. As I began to ground myself, reminding myself to take deep breaths, I noticed how dry my throat was. Water. I need water. Before I knew it, I was shuffling quietly towards the kitchen in the Avengers compound, trying to not wake anyone as I filled a glass and went to look out at the city. It was so quiet outside. So peaceful. I felt a pang of jealousy, ‘The city is getting more rest than I am’. The city that never sleeps. The irony.

It felt as though I stood for hours, watching cars drive the streets of New York and the occasional bystander pass their flat window, realistically it was only a couple of minutes before I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

“Can’t sleep?” Loki.

I turned slightly, smiling at the God standing behind me, holding up my glass.

“Thirsty.” I murmured before turning back towards the window, silently hoping he’ll return back to his room.

I had no problem with Loki, ever since the New York incident, we all agreed to be civil, besides the occasional bicker between him and Stark, but generally we all tried our best to co-exist. Loki and I often found ourselves in discussions, I’d tell him about how I became an Avenger and the different missions I'd been on and he’d tell me about his life back in Asgard. I usually love hearing about his tales, especially about his mother. It’s obvious in the way he talks about her that he adores her. However, I don’t think I could handle it tonight.

“Now now, I like to think that I know you slightly better than that my dear. You seem troubled.”

“Reading my mind there, Loki?” I questioned, receiving a chuckle and a faint smile as he walked to stand beside me. As I looked out the window again, I could feel his gaze burn the side of my head.

“Not so much as reading your facial expressions. Your eyebrows furrow a certain way when you’re troubled. May I?” He asked, holding his hand out towards my face. Despite not knowing what exactly he was asking, I nodded in response. His thumb gently pressed against my forehead, smoothing out what I assume to be lines of anxiety found there. It didn’t last long before I flinched backwards, trying to avoid his touch. Not there. Upon seeing his slightly concerned glance, I spoke again, still not meeting his eyes.

“I’m- I’m sorry. It’s not you.”

“No, no don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have invaded your personal space. I must ask though, are you okay?”

“Yes”

He raised his eyebrow, nonverbally questioning my answer.

“No.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

It was a strange question to me. I’d always kept this part of my life to myself. The rest of the team had no idea about this part of my past, sure, they knew my parents were out of the picture, but I hadn’t explained any further than that. This loss, I’d never shared it, never spoke a word about the nightmares or why I lock myself away on the same day every year. I don’t think they thought to question it. We all had our past, our memories, our losses. As Steve would so kindly put it, we walk it off. But here Loki was, God of mischief, standing before me and offering to listen to it. Something about the way he was looking at me, patiently awaiting for me to make the next move, I don’t really know what happened, I heard myself before my mind had processed it.

“It’s my mum’s birthday in two weeks.”

“I’ve never heard you speak of your mum” He spoke, appearing to look relieved that I had started to talk to him, however, still being patient with me and letting me decide how far I let this conversation go and what I say. The next sentence, I’ve never said aloud.

“She died.” My voice cracked. With arms crossed at my stomach, the glass of water long forgotten on a side table, my eyes finally met his. I could see the sadness floating in them, I’m sure he could say the same about me.

“I’m so sorry, love.”

“I was young at the time.”

“That can’t make it any easier”

“No, it doesn’t” I mumbled, tears now starting to fall again. I gave him a small smile, barely noticeable i’m sure, nonetheless, he returned a sympathetic one. His silence felt like a cue to continue, I breathed deeply as I started to talk again.

“It was HYDRA. They killed her. I never really knew the reason for sure, I assume it was because she wouldn’t join them and they saw her powers as a threat on the opposite side. She locked me away. Kept me hidden as she went to fight them off. She never returned.” The last sentence leaves my mouth as a slight whisper, my gaze returning to the city again.

“That’s terrible. I’m incredibly sorry for your loss, my dear. Is this why you’re up?” He asked, stepping slightly closer towards me, but still giving me my space. I nodded, hesitant to share more, but the look in his eyes and feeling him stood so close gave me a sense of comfort. Like I could trust him. He’s told me personal things about his life on Asgard, I can trust him with this.

“I can still hear everything. I can’t imagine how many men there were outside attacking us, but I could hear their pain. Their screams and the darkness haunts me. Not once did I hear my mum scream, I assumed that was a good sign, I still remember the spark of hope upon hearing the silence. But when S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared in front of me, I remember feeling it fizzle out twice as fast. I thought it was her coming back. I didn’t think that her kiss and her ‘I love you’s’ would be the last I had of her.” My breaths started to shake again, remembering everything as I was saying it out loud.

“I didn’t- I thought”

“Shh shh, hey, hey, Y/N, Look at me, hey” The God spoke, crouching down slightly, his hands on my shoulders grounding me a little. His messy black hair and green pyjamas all looked like a blur through the tears pooling in my eyes.

“Deep breaths for me, in for 6, hold for 2 and then out. Do it with me” He spoke slowly and clearly, starting to demonstrate his breathing, trying to encourage me to follow. I started to slowly follow his lead, gradually feeling more air reaching my lungs with every breath we took. After a few minutes, he gently took my hand, and placed it on his chest, where his heart was

“Feel that?”

“Mhm”

He took my other hand and placed it at the same spot, but on my chest instead.

“Focus on the beats, okay?”

I nodded, still not relying on my voice to communicate for me. It helped a lot, following his breathing and feeling our heartbeats begin to settle down and fall in line with each other.

“Loki?” My voice sounded small, like a child.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a hug? Please?”

“Of course you can darling. C’mere” He stood up, opening his arms and beckoning me into them. Soon, his heartbeat could be felt right at my temple, it was more soothing than I had expected. We’d stayed like that for a while, tiredness had started to take over, something the man above me noticed.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight? You don’t have to, I can return you to your-”

“I wanna stay with you. Please.” I mumbled, barely audible mainly due to tiredness.

“Alright, let’s go. I’ll protect you from any nightmares. I promise.”

Loki may be the God of Mischief, known for his lies and tricks, but he kept to his promise as he held me through the night, using his seidr to settle my mind and anxieties. I’ve never slept so well, all thanks to him.

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[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with MustangSally

MustangSally has 33 stories at Gossamer. Even if you haven’t read it, you’ve probably heard of at least one of them, Iolokus, since it’s an X-Files fanfic classic. All her fics hit big and are well worth your time. I’ve recced some of my favorites here before, including And Dance by the Light of the Moon, All the Children are Insane, and Iolokus. Big thanks to MustangSally for doing this interview.

What's the story behind your pen name?

I could tell you but then I would have to kill you.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Yes and no. Yes, because life has moved on since the early nineties and the characters and the fans are in vastly different places now. Our current tech would make the premise of the X-Files impossible. No, because of the longevity of some of the Star Trek TOS work (there’s an archive of hard copy fanzines at the University of Iowa). Top-drawer authors started out in TOS fandom.

I’m just greatly saddened that my physical body is showing wear and tear while the fic doesn’t. Fic gets to stay smooth-skinned and muscular, captured at the peak of perfection.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

At the risk of sounding atrociously trite, I think of the friends I made.  I met some very remarkable women that I’ve been able to stay friends with online for over twenty-five years.  We may have moved to Facebook and post entirely too much about our pets and which of our body parts has sagged this week, but we’re friends.  It’s a furiously funny, feminist, and well-educated group of women with jobs in the highest levels of academia, finance, communications, and media.  I’m amused by the fact that if I have a question about how a virus replicates, I can ask a PhD I’ve been drunk with in Las Vegas.

Back in the day, I had a job that sent me traveling around major cities in the US and UK. I could post on a message board and within ten minutes there were people I could go out for dinner and drinks with. We already knew we had something we could talk about for at least a couple of hours. Additionally, most of these people were women so there was an added level of security. Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Well, it was mostly atxc and the Yahoo! groups mailing lists that spiraled out into Geocities sites and, eventually, LiveJournal. The amusing thing is that getting in on the ground floor of social media and the Internet has helped me get jobs!  When I look at a new piece of software, I think, ‘this is hella easier than uploading to Geocities.’  We had to walk uphill both ways, in the snow, on dial-up, fighting off dinosaurs with our AOL CDs while writing HTML code. What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

DO NOT FEED THE TROLLS.

The past four years in politics have basically been the ugliest online kerfuffle the world has ever seen. I survived the Shipper Wars of ’96 and I thought those were brutal, but that was NOTHING. The only way to win an argument online is to not have the argument at all. Arguing with a troll is like mudwrestling a pig: You both get filthy and only the pig is happy.

Also, READ THE FUCKING TERMS OF SERVICE.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I had the most terrible straight-girl crush on Scully. I wanted to be her best friend, I wanted to BE her.  I wanted to order Chinese food and paint each other’s nails and talk about bones.  Scully and Princess Leia and I could all just hang out poolside with hot and cold running waiters and poolboys, drink margaritas, and bitch about how unfair it all was – if the stupid men would just get OUT OF THE WAY AND LET US DO OUR JOBS, the world would be so much better. What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

This question is really about Iolokus, isn’t it?  You can’t fool me. [Lilydale note: I can neither confirm nor deny the motivation for this question, but I cannot complain about the answer.]

Simply put, I was enraged. The moment it was revealed that Scully’s ova had been used in experimentation, I lost my feminist mind. It was the most obscene defilement imaginable.  Scully wasn’t nearly as angry as I was.  What I thought needed to happen was for Scully to become a fiery force of vengeance against the MEN who had done this to her.  Clearly, I was not going to get that level of satisfaction from the show, as I was imagining Kali-like carnage on a global scale. I emailed RivkaT (whom I did not know well at that point) with a proposition that we work together. Strangely enough, we didn’t meet face to face until we were well into the project, but we did talk on the phone quite a bit. The rules were simple – everyone had to be punished in truly horrific ways, and at some point, we had to see if we could write a car chase (only because that seemed impossible).  Then it basically turned into a very twisted game of chicken to see who could be the most outrageous in terms of killing people off or writing really horrific things that fit within the structure of the narrative.  I did, in the end, write the car chase, but RivkaT one-upped me by throwing in a helicopter (a FOX News helicopter, at that).  

Really, RivkaT?  A helicopter? What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom? I am terribly proud of what I wrote, pleased that it brought pain and pleasure in equal amount to people, and, again, thrilled by the people I became friends with. I admit that I stopped watching the show when Scully announced her pregnancy.  I could only see a long jump over a shark tank for the rest of the series. I haven’t watched the new episodes, either.  It is complete in my mind and doesn’t need to be continued.  I wouldn’t say no to having a reunion with some of my fic friends, although we’re still chatting online like everyone does.   Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Rivka and I wrote in the Buffy fandom for a few years, but then we moved on to real adult jobs that left absolutely no time for me to write. I’m in education, and I regularly sweat blood for fear that someone is going to find my old fic. The Buffy people were fun; there was a certain *shininess* to them that I really enjoyed. The X-men authors were just batshit and delightful, and some amazing stuff came out of Marvel fandom, particularly in the Thor/Loki and Steve/Bucky subgenres. I’ve learned to appreciate a good coffee shop AU and one famous Erik/Charles fic where all the main characters are crabs. Seriously, crabs—it’s hysterical. [Lilydale note: Other Crabs Cannot Be Trusted by groovyphilia currently has almost 2,500 kudos at AO3.]

Every few years, I’ll have a student try to explain to me what fandom is and I just smirk. Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully? No. Not really. Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom? I fell into an X-Men hole a few years back and had a great old time wallowing in the Cherik muck, and there was a flirtation with BBC Sherlock as well. Strangely enough, I became interested in A/B/O fics only because of what they were saying about the role of women in our society. The limitations on the male omegas seem absurd and then you realize those are the same limitations put on women all. the. time.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

RivkaT very nicely formatted everything and put it up on AO3. What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I will always be stupidly proud of how shocked and horrified people were by Iolokus. The truth of the matter is that Iolokus has Greek drama at its core. Scully is Medea, and the entire story is lousy with “blood on the threshing floor” and Dionysian rites. The everyday is subverted into horror, and wives and daughters will tear men limb from limb like the Maenads. Since I was ultimately disappointed with what Chris Carter did with the entire show, that approach seemed appropriate.

At a certain level, all fic is corrective fic.  Like critic Anne Jamison said, “Irritated fans produce fanfic like irritated oysters produce pearls.”  And because fic has fallen so much into women’s sphere, a pure form of correction is not just the death of the author but the MURDER, a new creation springing up from the spilled blood like Cadmus sowing dragon’s teeth.

Okay, that’s a bit much. Maybe I should just take myself back to the isle of Goth Amazons or something. Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

I had to write a self-evaluation and a reflection on pedagogy today. If that’s not fiction, I don’t know what the fuck is.

All my creativity is caught up in trying to pretend to be a normal middle-aged white woman so no one knows I am really a lizard.

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

Keep writing, keep reading, keep fighting the commercialization of narratives. As things grow more and more commodified, all our dreams and desires reduced to tchotchkes made in China, it’s a revolutionary act to separate your work from the marketplace. Be bold, take chances, turn the trope on its ear and kick it in the ass. Take everything the creators have done to make a work palatable to the unwashed masses and set it on fire.

Be subversive.

Be mean.

Have a great fucking time.

(Posted by Lilydale on March 2, 2021)

[imagine-loki]

Omega Mine

TITLE: Omega Mine

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 33/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Loosely based on: Imagine Loki discovers the Avengers have an omega who has healing powers living with them. He’s an Alpha and he wants her, badly. 

RATING: M  

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

Loki kissed you until you were breathless.  Only then did he pull back to let you catch your breath.  “You’re far too good at that,” you informed him as you were focusing on breathing again.  

Loki chuckled, “I am known as Silvertongue for a reason,” he replied with a seductive purr.  You kissed his nose, uninterested in anything having to do with sex after your week of heat.  Loki smirked, but respected your unspoken wish.  “There is something I need you to do for me,” he changed the subject, but gave you a gentle look that indicated that you probably weren’t going to like what he had to say.  Though unlike a lot of other people in your life, he was treating you like an equal, not like a helpless Omega.  

You looked up into his eyes.  “You need me to do something for you?” You asked incredulously.  What could you possibly do for him that he couldn’t do for himself?

Loki smiled.  “Yes, little Omega,” he said warmly.  “The mating bond is only half completed.  You need to finish your half,” he informed you.  He sounded like he was reminding you, but you had no idea what he was talking about.  Your hand went to the mating mark on your neck.  That was the only mating bond you knew about.  An Alpha claimed an Omega by marking them and the mating magic bound them together.  They could do so by force, though that was rare nowadays with all of the protections in place for Omegas.  But the entire mating was an Alpha claiming an Omega.  You’d never heard of an Omega having a part to play in the process.

“I don’t understand,” you told Loki softly.  “An Alpha claims an Omega and that’s the end of it,” you reminded him.

Loki’s eyes widened in shock.  “That’s…. Only half of it,” he said softly, searching your eyes for recognition of what he was talking about.  He cursed softly when he didn’t get that recognition.  “The bond isn’t complete until the Omega claims their Alpha in return.  Midgardians have apparently forgotten that part of the bond… no wonder…” he trailed off.  No wonder your society was so out of balance.

“So… you want me to mark you?” You asked him as you tried to wrap your head around the concept.  

Loki nodded.  “Exactly so,” he replied. “The bond remains incomplete until you do.  It is… a handicap to have it incomplete,” he tried to explain.  “Right now, it is only half a bond.  We cannot share our strengths, nor help the other…” he shook his head when he saw the expression on your face.  “Please, Elskling, please trust me,” Loki asked.  He didn’t ask for a lot, but he was asking for everything now.

“But… Loki, it’ll hurt you!” You protested.  You would have to bite him, to break the skin and draw blood.  Alphas usually did it at the moment of orgasm to mask that moment of pain with pleasure.  

“Just for a moment,” Loki agreed.  

You paled and gripped one of his hands with both of yours, needing the grounding of his presence. “You’re my Alpha, I can’t hurt you!” You insisted, panicking over the thought of hurting him when he’d been nothing but kind to you.

Loki chuckled and pulled you into his arms.  He stroked your hair gently to soothe you.  “Elskling, it’s alright, I promise.  It will only hurt for a moment and I have been through much worse pain in my life,” he reminded you.  He’d been tortured by Thanos before he’d been sent to Earth to find one of the infinity stones hidden here. 

“Torture?” You mewed.  You didn’t want to do anything that would remind him of that pain and torture.  You couldn’t stand the thought of your Alpha in pain.  It was an Omega’s nature to care for and heal your Alpha.  

“I need you to do this, Elskling.  I know it’s hard.  I know it goes against your very nature.  I promise, it will only hurt for a moment,” Loki told you gently as he stroked your hair and cuddled you close to soothe you.  “The bond needs to be completed,”

“Loki… I want to, but…” you couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him and marking him.  It was so foreign.  

Loki considered that and pressed a kiss to your hair.  “I understand that you do not wish to hurt me,” he said gently.  “How about a compromise?”

You looked up at him, grasping onto the hope he was giving you.  “What compromise?” You asked.

“I know you have no interest in sex after you were just in heat and I respect that wholeheartedly.  I would never press or force you,” Loki said quickly.  “However, it might be easier on you to mark me if you use the Alpha’s technique of making the mark at the moment of orgasm,” he suggested.  

You felt your cheeks heat at the suggestion and the image in your mind.  But you were also inexperienced and didn’t know how Loki was suggesting this happen without you having sex.  “H-how?” You finally asked stupidly.  He said he wouldn’t press you to have sex…

Loki chuckled.  “There are many, many ways to bring pleasure without intercourse,” he reminded you.  How many times had he brought you to that pleasure with his mouth or tongue while you were in heat?  

“Right…” you agreed, feeling dumb for not knowing that.  

Loki placed his fingers under your chin and forced you to look up at him.  He kissed you softly.  “It’s alright, Elskling.  We have centuries for both of us to get experience together,” he reassured you.  “For now, you can use a hand,” he suggested.  

A hand.  That was safe.  That wouldn’t hurt you when you were so repulsed by sex, but would give Loki pleasure and let you mark him when the pain would be negated by the pleasure you gave him.  You nodded. “Yes.  I can manage that,” you said softly.

Loki kissed your forehead.  “Good girl,” he purred.  You melted at the praise.  

A few kisses later and Loki vanished his clothes.  It left him in the vulnerable position as you were still fully dressed, especially the all-important fuzzy socks.  You realized that he was doing it to help you feel more in control, safer.  He guided your hand to his semi-erect cock and showed you how best to stroke, then to pump it once it was hard.  When you had the hang of it, he pulled you into a kiss.  The kiss didn’t stop his delicious moans of pleasure as you worked him. The skin of his cock was soft, though his erection was hard and large in your grip as you pumped.  He shifted his hips and made a noise, whining for you to increase the pace.  He acted like a needy Omega and you realized that was also for your benefit.  He was playing a role to make you more comfortable and you loved him deeply for it.  You gave him what he needed, working him hard and fast.  

He finally broke the kiss and pulled your head down to his neck.  You had felt his cock swell and knew he was getting close.  “Now,” he rasped, his voice husky and deep with the pleasure that was building.  

You hesitated a moment, unsure, but at his insistence, sank your teeth into his neck where he held you.  He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as his orgasm hit at the same time.  You tasted his blood in your mouth and had a moment of panic at what you’d done.

That panic only lasted a moment before you felt the rest of the bond settle into place.  You hadn’t understood what Loki had meant until you felt the full bond.  He had been right.  You’d only been bound to him earlier, not the other way around.  He had been able to feel you, but that was it.  Now there was an open connection between you, one that couldn’t be broken, couldn’t be blocked or stopped.  You would always know when the other was in danger, or needed physical or emotional support.  Loki could take peace from you and you could take strength from him freely.  It was so much more and so much better than the bond had been.

Peace filled you both when the bond was settled in place.

Loki pulled you close to let you rest on his chest as the wound was healing.  He healed quickly so it already wasn’t bleeding any more.  “You did well, Elskling.  The bond is complete,” he purred.

“It’s amazing,” you agreed as you nuzzled close.  Then something hit you.  “Wait… did you say centuries?”

Loki laughed.  “Yes, Elskling.  With the bond complete, you’ll live as long as I do.  Which will be a few thousand more years,”

You just gaped at that bombshell.  Thousands of years?

[fayemarvels]

Two sides of the glass pt.1

Lokixfem!reader

Part Two:***

Summary: Loki's punishment for his New York attack is a cell in Avengers tower. But the worst torture is being away from his wife, who is stuck on Asgard. Will she find a way to get to him

Warnings: none, bad writing

Word count: 1.6k

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It has been 7 months since she last saw him. Odin forbade it. She tried to reason with him but he shrugged her off. She was fed up.

“I want to see my husband, you can’t keep me away from him.” She declared but shut her mouth when the All-father glared at her.

“I won’t allow you to see him, or have any contact with him. This is his punishment. Now leave, I have more important things to tend to.” He glared at (Y/N) and she nodded.

She walked through the hallways of the palace and tried to not cry from the frustration.

“Lady (Y/N), wait up.” She could hear someone shouting at her and she turned towards the voice. It was Thor. He walked quickly towards her and she smiled sadly at him.

“Hey, Thor what’s up?” She asked in a monotone voice and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you but I heard you talking to my father and I think I have an answer to your problem.” She looked at him with wide eyes.

“You will take me with you?” she gasped but her expression fell when he shook his head.

“I’m afraid I’m not able to do that at the moment.” He then reached to the pocket on his leather satchel and pulled out some paper and envelopes.

“You could write some letters to him, tell him how much you miss him or something.” He suggested and grinned widely.

“You are the best Thor.” She kissed his cheek and ran to her quarters.

***

They have been exchanging for about 4 months before Odin realized and called her in to talk to her. When the guards first called her in, she nearly passed out from fear. She knew what happened to people who didn’t respect his orders. She took a sharp breath in and started walking towards the throne room.

When she stepped into the room, the first person she saw was Thor. She looked at him puzzled and he just shook his head. He was right, this wasn’t the time.

“If I remember correctly I forbade you from contacting him or seeing him. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He spoke, and the tone of his voice made (Y/N)’s hands shake.

She shook her head and looked to the ground.

“I don’t have anything to say, your highness.” She awaited the worst. What would he do to her? Throw her into the prison? Or maybe send her to another planet so she wouldn’t be able to talk to Loki ever again?

“Pack your stuff. You will leave for Midgard today with Thor.” Her head snapped to look at him.

“Thank you your highness I really appreciate it.” He nodded.

“I won’t be merciful the next time you disrespect me and my wishes.” His voice boomed through the halls but she didn’t care. She would be able to see her husband. And that’s all that mattered.

***

When they landed, it was night. (Y/N) looked around her and saw the tall buildings above her. She fell in love with the city at the first sight.

“Come on, the Avengers tower is only a couple blocks away,” Thor said and the girl beside him nodded. The walk was quite short but very interesting.

The city was so alive; she couldn’t get enough of it. After a few minutes of walking, they stopped. They stood in front of a huge tower, with a big A at the top. Thor took her wrist into his hand and pulled her lightly towards the entrance.

He greeted the receptionist, the security and walked towards the elevator. (Y/N) wasn’t new to the Midgardian technology. She quite enjoyed Midgard and all things that come with it.

The door closed behind them and (Y/N)’s mind started to wander. ‘What will he say when he sees her? Will he be happy? Will he be angry at her? She didn’t come to see him for nearly a year, she wouldn’t blame him.'

She came back to reality when the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.

“The team doesn’t know who you are so it will surprise them.” He explained and she hummed in acknowledgment.

“Let’s do this.” She rubbed her palms together and they walked out of the elevator together. The pair walked down the hallway. They stepped into a room with some couches and a bar.

“Hello, friends I am back.” Thor cheered and the people looked in his direction.

“I also brought a friend with me.” He looked behind him and all people in the room looked at her.

A tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes came closer to her and offered his hand. She took it, and they shook hands.

“I’m Steve Rogers, it’s nice to meet you ma’am” he greeted and (Y/N) introduced herself. She made a round around the room and introduced herself to everyone.

“So, what’s she doing here Point Break?” Tony asked and (Y/N) laughed at the nickname. Thor only glared at her.

“She came to see Loki.” He stated and the room went quiet. Natasha glared at her

“Why do you want to see a mass murderer?” She questioned and (Y/N) explained.

“Long story short, he is my husband and I haven’t seen him in nearly a year.” Clint choked on his water and Bruce stepped away from her.

“Look, I know you don’t like him I still do and I would really like to see him.” She stated and Tony nodded.

“Okay, Point Break, take her to his cell.”

Thor nodded and moved towards the hallway and (Y/N) followed him.

“Does he ever get to walk outside?” she asked and Thor shook his head.

“We can’t contain his power so he has to be in a cell. But Tony and Bruce are working on it.” He assured her and she nodded.

***

Loki’s cell was on floor -5. All the way below garages, and boilers and stuff. They stepped out of the elevator and (Y/N) immediately noticed the presence of heavily armed guards.

“Before you go in I have to walk you through some rules.” He started and she looked at him.

“You can’t go into his cell, open his cell door or take any items he gives you through the glass with his magic.” He clarified and (Y/N) hummed in agreement.

“I understand, can I go see him now?” Thor nodded and (Y/N) rushed to the room with his cell. When she stepped in, she took her surroundings.

The room was quite large, bland and about ¾ of it was just the cell. The ‘visiting area’ was pretty boring. A couch with some pillows and a blanket, a water fountain, and some magazines were the only things in the space.

Loki’s cell was more interesting. There was a comfortable-looking bed, a little bookshelf with some books, a writing desk, and a chair that came with it.

The door behind her closed and Loki’s head turned towards her. His eyes widened and he stood up from the bed.

“Is it really you, my love?” He whispered and (Y/N) nodded. Some tears welled up in her eyes and she wiped them away.

“I thought I would never see you again.” She confessed and came closer to the glass. She pressed the palm of her hand on it and he did the same.

Loki’s heart broke when he felt the cold glass instead of the warm touch of his lover.

“How did you even get here?” he questioned and (Y/N) laughed lightly.

“Odin let me actually.” She said and Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. His lover smiled at his face and continued.

“I couldn’t believe it either.”

“My love, I have to ask you something.” She said and Loki tilted his head.

“Why did you do it?” she asked with tears in her eyes and he glared at her.

“Oh, so that’s why you are here huh? They sent you to get information from me” He chuckled sadly and turned his back to her. (Y/N) shook her head immediately.

“No, I came here because I wanted to see you. I am asking you because I want to understand.” He turned around and she could see the doubt in his eyes.

“I promised you I will help you and protect you, why would I break that promise.” (Y/N) questioned and she could see the doubt disappear from his eyes at the mention of their vows.

“I..” he started and she could see his bottom lip wobble a bit. She knew he did that when he was trying not to cry.

“He made me do it, it was horrible.” He rushed his words out.

“Who made you do this Loki, my love tell me please.” She pushed but he shook his head.

“Can we talk about this later I want to talk about something else; I promise I will tell you everything.” She sighed and nodded her head.

“Talk to me my love, what did you do here?” Loki looked to the ground.

“Nothing much. I read some books, waited for your letters, and wrote you letters.” He confessed.

“I have to say, the letters were the only thing that made me happy.” She said and he chuckled.

“I had it the same. When I was feeling sad, I reread your letters again, and again, and again.” She laughed and he looked at her lovingly.

***

The next 3 hours were filled with laughter, talking, crying, and ‘I love you’s. At about 2 a.m., Loki fell asleep with his cheek squished to the glass. (Y/N) looked at him and stood up. She took the pillows and blanket from the couch and made a little sleeping place beside the glass.

The girl could feel her eyelids drooping, and she looked at her sleeping husband one last time. They would get through this and be able to touch each other.

Eventually.

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Test of Time Part 3

Previous Chapter

A/N: Sorry this one took so long, I was almost done with it before someone shut my laptop without this having been saved and I lost all progress. 

Warnings: Cursing, fluff?, mention of death, almost nudity, Bucky’s PTSD(if you read between the lines)

Bucky Barnes x Y/n Odindottir

By the end of the battle with Tony and the others, you had managed to successfully avoid going head to head with your best friend several times before watching her run to the aid of Steve and Bucky. It pained you to watch him leave when you’d just found him, but you knew you had to in order for him to succeed. 

You scoffed at Tony’s attempt to put cuffs on you. 

“You Asgardians just don’t know how to stay out of trouble do you?” He asked, tightening the cuffs a little tighter than they should have been. He was pissed, and worried about Rhodes, understandably. 

“He’s innocent, Tony. He didn’t do anything.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you guys broke the rules. They were simple, Y/n. and you still ignored them,” 

“What would you have done, Stark?” He didn’t answer as you were shoved into the back of a high security transport vehicle, right next to Sam. 

“Don’t worry Y/n. I’m sure they’re half way there already. They’ll come out on top, just like they always do.” Sam reassured you, sending a glare in Tony’s direction. You held you’re head high, the way you’d seen Loki do when he stood trial for New York. An agent shut the doors, and you felt the vehicle begin moving. 

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You spent three days in lock up before Steve showed up to free you and you all went your separate ways. 

“Tell me where he is.” You demanded of the super soldier. 

“He’s in Wakanda. T’challa agreed to help rid him of the winter soldier.” You didn’t stick around for any more explanation, instead calling on your most convenient form of travel. 

“Heimdall! Take me to Wakanda!” 

Appearing in the middle of a heavily shielded country in a blast of rainbow light didn’t exactly earn you subtlety, but it did gain you an audience with the king, just the man you needed to talk to. 

“I wish to see Bucky Barnes.” You gave a shallow bow to the king before speaking your request. 

“You’re friend awaits in my sister’s lab.” T’challa stood to lead the way. Upon reaching the lab, you instantly saw the gleam of a metal shoulder, the arm that should have been attached ripped away. 

“Y/n! You’re okay! I thought-” as soon as he saw you, Bucky was up, running to you. 

“I’m fine, Buck. Steve rescued us from the pit. Are you okay? What happened to you, your arm?” You fussed over him the same way you had in the 40′s when he’d come back from a battle cut up and bruised. 

“It’s a long story I’d rather not get into right now. But you, you’re a god? Why didn’t you tell us?” He put his hand on your shoulder, his thumb grazing the base of your neck. 

“I didn’t think you’d understand. besides, you guys had enough to deal with without your friend being a goddess. That’s why I was there. I’m-” He cut you off. 

“Still as beautiful as the day you left.” his voice grew soft, “God, I missed you so much, Doll.” There it was. That nickname that had made butterflies in your stomach since day one. He pulled you into another hug, as tight as he could make it with only one arm, and you knew you were home. 

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Within a few days, T’challa had given the two of you a small two bedroom farm house and a few sheep to tend. The first day was great, you helped Bucky with the sheep before putting your room the way you wanted it, with pictures you’d taken over the last year hanging above your bed, and a painting done of Thor, Loki, and yourself when you were younger framed on your bedside table. 

That night, however was not as smooth. You’d gone to bed at a reasonable time, planning to wake early in the morning to prepare breakfast. Around midnight, you awoke to a scream and a thud. You threw yourself out of bed and rushed to Bucky’s room, knowing that the sound had come from there, not even bothering to put shorts on with the long, over sized, t-shirt and boy-shorts you’d worn to bed. 

“Bucky?” You knocked gently on the door, no answer. “Buck, is everything okay?” Still no answer. Growing ever more worried at the lack of response, you were about to knock again when the sound of shattering glass reverberated from the room. You shoved the door open and ran in to find that Bucky, who was laying in the floor, had become tangled in a lamp cord, pulled said lamp off the table, and was now struggling against the bonds of the tangled cord. 

You ran to the soldier, repeating his name to try to wake him

“Bucky, Bucky wake up, everything is okay, wake up,” you coaxed as you quickly realized he was having a nightmare. You said his name again, this time laying a gentle hand on his flesh shoulder. 

You squeaked when he suddenly sat up, bolt straight and his metal shoulder flexed as if trying to grab at something. 

“It’s me, everything is okay. We’re in Wakanda, they’re trying to help you,” you rambled trying to get him to calm down, even slightly. His eyes turned soft at the sound of your voice.  “Y/n, did I-” his voice fell in shame, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” 

“Oh, Bucky...” You rested your hand on his cheek, his growing stubble tickling a bit, “You didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.” You pulled back a bit to show him you hadn’t been hurt before starting to untangle the lamp cord from his body. As you pulled the cord away from the sling that mostly covered his left shoulder, you suddenly became very aware of what he was wearing, which was nothing aside from his boxer briefs. You’re face went cherry red as you continued your task, avoiding eye contact with the very tan, very muscled, super soldier before you. He shivered, you’re cold hands a far cry from his hot skin. 

“Why you so cold, Doll?” You guessed he was trying to start conversation to distract his mind from whatever nightmare had plagued him. 

“I like it cold when I sleep. Gives me an excuse to curl up with fuzzy blankets.” You went along with his attempt. You pulled your hands away when you’d finished untangling the cord, the last of it falling to the floor. “Plus, when we were younger, and Loki was first learning magic, he would play pranks on me and turn my room cold at random times. Eventually I got used to it.” You smiled at the fond memories of your brother. 

“Do you ever miss them? You’re brothers I mean?” He asked you, already visibly relaxing from his nightmare. 

“Sometimes. Thor’s off on one of his adventures right now though. And Loki’s been-” you’re voice stumbled over your words, “He’s been dead for a while.” 

“When Steve woke me up, made me... aware of who I was, it hurt so much more than forgetting. Rebecca, and my mom- they were both gone. And then I remembered you, and I thought you were gone too. I never- I thought-” He paused, rethinking his sentence, “I didn’t know what to do with myself. I still don’t.” 

“But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” You grabbed his hand, to prove to him that you were really there. He smiled, small, almost unnoticeable, but you saw it. 

You stifled a yawn, looking at the clock that sat in his bedside table. 12:33. 

“You must be exhausted, Doll. Get some sleep, I’ll be okay.” He pulled his hand away from yours to place it on your shoulder. 

“I’m not tired,” you yawned. He chuckled. 

“Go on. I’ll be fine.” 

“Okay... But you’ll wake me up if you need anything right?” 

“Of course, Doll.” 

“G’night, Bucky.” You kissed his cheek, standing to go to you’re room across the hall. 

“Night, Doll.” he coughed out, you thought it was odd, but you were also too tired to care, too tired to remember that the underwear you’d had on under your t-shirt had a not so PG message on them, and too tired to realize that previously mentioned t-shirt had ridden up and Bucky had a full view of your ass- and the message- as you left his room. 

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