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Can you do a jealous ex where reader is with Loki and the ex starts getting mad and starts texting and calling reader constantly then one day she forgot her phone and Loki reads the texts and listens to the voicemails then reader comes home to a concerned Loki because reader got hurt somehow?
She's Mine Now
Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)
Summary: You and Loki have only just started dating and you're worried your ex-boyfriend will ruin everything. You've been able to hide how often your ex contacts you but one night he calls over and over while you are with Loki. After finally admitting to Loki what has been going on, the God of Mischief takes matters into his own hands.
Warnings: controlling ex-boyfriend, jealous ex-boyfriend, some vague mentions of previous abuse (nothing specific), arguing, swearing, threatening language, name calling, Loki being super protective
A/N: I'm so so so sorry it took me ages to get to this. I'm finally going through my request box and I loved this the minute I saw it. I changed it just a little but I hope that's OK. Thank you for sending it! I hope you like it! 💚
Also... I realized as I was proofreading this that I never named the ex-boyfriend so it's whatever you want it to be lol pick any jerk you know haha
Loki sits on the end of his couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers run slowly up and down your arm. You've only been together a month but you have completely fallen for him. You look up at him and smile when he laughs at the movie you selected.
He notices you watching him and kisses your nose causing you to giggle. "The movie is more interesting than I am, I assure you," he jokes.
"I've seen it," you respond but rest your head against him again.
Everything about him makes you want to tell him how perfect he is and how deeply you love him but you are afraid to. A small voice inside you keeps holding you back from opening up to him the way you want to. Every time you told you ex-boyfriend you loved him, he would tell you that you sounded clingy or needy or desperate. You don't want Loki to feel the same so you keep those three words to yourself.
Loki's fingers move from your arm to your back, moving in slow circles. You close your eyes and focus on how calming it feels but then his hand moves further up. He begins playing with your hair, his eyes still fixed on the screen, a small smile on his lips. You try to keep your thoughts from racing as you feel a familiar pit growing in your stomach. He's upset, he doesn't like your hair this way, your inner voice starts to spread panic throughout your body, he's going to grab a fistful of it any second and yell at you. You tense as his fingers gently run through your hair and he notices the change in your behavior.
"Are you okay, love?" he asks, he removes his hand and looks down at you concerned.
"Yea, I just-" you look down and begin playing with the sleeve on your sweater as your mind replays what happened the last time you got a haircut without talking to your ex first. "I'm sorry, I- I was going to ask you before I cut my hair. I know I should have but I was only going for a trim so I thought it was okay but then I saw a shorter style I really liked and I just went for it but-"
He cuts off your words suddenly when his lips met yours, your whole body responds to his kiss and the feeling of his hand softly touching your cheek, relaxing you instantly. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours so he knows you are listening to him. "It's your hair darling. You can do what you like with it," he gently plays with the ends of your hair. "You don't need to ask me to do things like this," he says as if it is obvious.
You nod and remind yourself for the hundredth time that Loki is not your ex-boyfriend.
He settles back on the couch, bringing you with him easily, his arm around you. He smiles and adds, "I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you that you look beautiful today."
You blush and bury your face against his chest, the heavy feeling inside of you vanishing completely. He kisses the top of your head and goes back to watching the movie. You close your eyes and force the images of your ex-boyfriend's reaction from your mind, replacing them with Loki's words.
Half an hour later your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You lean forward to try and reach for it but Loki keeps his arm around you. You giggle and try again but he doesn't let go. He looks down at you and smirks, "Where do you think you're going?"
Your phone continues to vibrate. "I need to answer my phone," you roll your eyes.
He looks back towards the TV and dramatically puts his foot on the edge of the coffee table, sliding it further away from you as he straightens his leg.
"Loki!" you laugh as a smile spreads across his lips. He finally loosens his grip so you can get up. You pick up your phone but as soon as you see the number, you end the call and put it face down on the table.
"Who is it?" he asks.
"Wrong number," you answer with a shrug but the laughter is gone from your voice.
You sit heavily next to him and he waves his hand to bring the table back to its original spot. He doesn't respond but you know he can tell you are lying, his expression has become serious and his eyes remain fixed on your phone. Before you can think of a better excuse, your phone begins to vibrate again. You grab it and hang up quickly without stopping to see the number, you know who is calling.
"Who is it, Y/N?" he asks again, his tone is curious but you can feel your nerves getting worse.
"It's no one," you tell him as you tug on your sleeve again.
He sighs at your response and turns off the TV. "I don't like being lied to," he says as he faces you.
"I know," you shrink away from him, waiting for him to yell or tell you to leave.
"Y/N," he reaches out to touch your chin lightly, wanting you to look at him but you flinch away from his touch involuntary. He pulls away as well, giving you more space instead of invading yours. You look up after a moment and instead of seeing anger in his eyes as you expect, he looks sad.
You know in your heart Loki would never hurt you but your instincts had forced you to distance yourself from him. When your ex was upset because you had lied or had done something he thought was wrong, he could be unpredictable.
Your phone vibrates again and he sighs as he picks it up off the table. He hands it to you and says, "Whoever it is must really want to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk to him," you tell Loki, trying to hold back your tears. You toss it away from you wanting it as far from you as possible. It skims over the top of the coffee table and lands on the ground in front of the TV.
"Who keeps calling you, Y/N?" he asks again and this time you know you need to answer him.
You tuck your legs underneath you and move further away from Loki, wrapping your arms around yourself. He shifts his body to face you but doesn't move any closer. "It's my ex-boyfriend," you tell him, you try to keep the fear from your voice but you know he hears it.
"The one Wanda told me about?" he asks, his eyes glance towards your phone and you see a flash of anger cross his face.
You nod but don't say anything else, you had barely mentioned your ex to Loki for so many reasons. You aren't sure how much Wanda told Loki but it was obviously more then you had ever shared with him.
"Please talk to me," he says, moving towards you slowly, testing to see if you will pull away again. "I don't understand why he would still be calling you. I thought you ended things with him months before I met you."
"He started calling and texting me again a few days after our first date," you finally admit to Loki. "I don't know how he even found out about us..." your voice trails off as you look down.
You feel Loki move closer to you again and your body tenses as you prepare for an argument or worse, you shouldn't have hidden this from him, it was as bad as lying.
"I'm not texting him back I promise. I always ignore him. I don't want him to call me but he just keeps doing it, I've asked him to stop but he won't," you say quickly, all in one breath. Loki opens his mouth to say something but you are too afraid to give him a chance. "I didn't want you to be upset, that's why I didn't tell you, I wasn't trying to hide anything or lie about it, I'm sorry," you feel the apology pouring out as it had so many times with your ex. You cover your face with your hands but can't stop the first few tears from escaping.
"I'm not upset Y/N," he says softly. He gently touches your hands and slowly takes them away from your face, "I'm worried about you, that's all."
You look at him, not having expected that response. When your ex found out you were texting Wanda after work, he had been furious. He had never met her and didn't want you telling a stranger anything about him or your relationship.
"I'm sorry," you mumble quietly, not even sure what you are sorry for anymore.
"Please stop apologizing," he says in a calm voice, "You haven't done anything wrong." He wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours.
You nod and without thinking you answer him, "Sorry."
He gives you a half smile and puts his arms around you, pulling you close. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your cheek to his chest as he rubs your back slowly. He holds you and sighs, "I don't know what he did to you... and I will never ask you to tell me," he adds when you look up at him, "But I need you to remember that I am not him. I never want you to be scared of me, you can tell me anything."
"I know," you wipe your eyes again. "I'm sorry-"
He raises an eyebrow at you and you let out a small laugh. "There's that beautiful smile I love so much," he smiles in return.
A few hours later, Loki lays awake staring at the ceiling, wishing you hadn't left. He has told you on numerous occasions that he sleeps much better when you are curled up in his arms. Unfortunately, you need to run an errand before work tomorrow so you had gone back to your apartment after the movie finished. Closing his eyes, he rolls over but sits up quickly when he hears a faint buzzing sound.
He gets out of bed and follows the sound into his living room. Loki looks around as the buzzing gets louder until he finally sees your phone lighting up on the floor just under the tv stand. You must have forgotten you threw it there when your ex-boyfriend was calling. He was worried when you didn't text him to say you arrived home like you always did, so at least now he knows why.
He stands still for a moment, watching it ring as he debates what to do next. The call ends and he bends down to pick it up then he takes a seat on the couch. After a few seconds, it vibrates once more notifying him that there is a new voicemail.
He sits back, phone in one hand with his other hand over his eyes. Loki trusts you more than anyone he has ever known, on Midgard or on Asgard and doesn't want you to think he's invading your privacy. It's not you he wants to check up on, it's your ex-boyfriend. Everything he knows about him, he heard from Wanda in one very short but eye opening conversation. She only told him what little she knew but it was enough for Loki to know that you deserved better. He sounded like a man you weren't safe with and your reaction to his calls tonight confirmed that for him. Loki would do anything to protect you so he takes a deep breath and unlocks your phone.
Thankfully he remembers your password, you had told him what it was last weekend so he could send himself some pictures you took together at the museum. He opens your call history and covers his mouth with his hand in shock. Fifty-three missed calls in the last week alone, he stares at the number in disbelief. You hadn't answered a single call but still he attempted to reach you over and over. Most of the calls came in groups late at night, like they had while you were watching the movie.
He opens your texts, feeling both guilty for looking around and angry knowing what he will likely find. He smiles a bit when he sees how you've saved his name in your phone, Mischief 💚, but immediately frowns when he sees an unsaved number right below his conversation with you.
He clicks on it, at first he barely reads the words, he just scrolls further and further down hoping to find the end. He sees text after text after text, some are long rants while others are a single insulting word and it seems to go on forever. Once a day is a text from you pleading with him to leave you alone but it only seems to enrage him.
Loki quickly goes from upset to angry to furious as he reads the threats and insults your ex-boyfriend had thrown at your over the last few weeks. He grinds his teeth as he thinks about you being afraid of your ex and the things he has done to you. He sits back and types out a lengthy reply but at the last second he deletes it.
With a smirk he sits forward with his elbows on his knees and begins to type a new, much shorter message. He hits send and waits a few moments. Your phone vibrates when your ex replies and Loki turns off your phone before going back to his room.
You look both ways and cross the street quickly, excited to finally see Loki for lunch like you do every day. You spot him sitting on his usual bench just past the entrance to the park, lost in his book. You smile when he looks up, his book vanishing as he stands. He hugs you tightly then leans down to give you a kiss.
"I missed you," you tell him, his arms still around you.
"Then you shouldn't have left last night," he smiles. "Oh, I believe this is yours," he takes your phone out of his pocket.
"Thanks. I can't believe I forgot it, that was really stupid," you shake your head. You had realized when you got home last night that you had left it at Loki's but it was too late to go back.
Your heart stops when you realize its your ex-boyfriend. You look up at Loki, one of his arms is still around you but his eyes are fixed to your ex as he approaches with a wide smile and outstretched arms.
"You are not stupid," he corrects you and before you can respond you see someone walking over to you.
He continues towards you and when your brain finally registers that he is trying to go in for a hug you free yourself from Loki and quickly back away. Loki moves in response, putting himself easily between you and your ex which causes him to stop.
"Seriously Y/N?" he says, already sounding annoyed with you. "I drove all the way out here for lunch with you and you won't even give me a freaking hug? You're lucky I accepted your ridiculous invitation after you kept ignoring me."
Loki says, "Y/N did not invite you here, I did."
"Oh really?" he's looks from you to Loki and seems unphased that he is face to face with the Prince of Asgard. "What, are you looking for some tips on how to control her better?" he laughs to himself. "Of course, if you've decided you're done with her, I'll gladly take her back. I put years into fixing her, wouldn't want that to go to waste."
You take another step back as his eyes find you again and they roam up and down your body. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn a skirt and you cross your arms tightly around yourself. He always commented on how you dressed, he had so many opinions on what he wanted you to wear.
Loki notices how uncomfortable you are and brings the attention back to himself. "Do not look at her, this conversation is between you and me," he tells your ex.
He sighs and says, "Fine, what do you want?"
Loki holds his anger at back and in a controlled tone says, "You will apologize for how you treated her in the past and then you will leave, never return here or contact her again."
He almost laughs and says, "I treated her the way she deserved. She needed to learn how to behave and you should be thankful I trained her as well as I did."
Your eyes dart from your ex to Loki and your heart races with anxiety about what might happen next. Loki doesn't respond at first, you watch his fist clench and his jaw tighten. He looks like he is holding himself back from lashing out with every bit of strength he has.
"You have no idea what she was like before. When I first met her-" he tries to look at you but Loki cuts him off.
He walk steadily forward, glaring at him as approaches. "I will not stand here and listen to a pathetic mortal like you speak poorly of Y/N. She is kind, funny, generous, creative, beautiful and so much more. She never deserved to be mistreated by the likes of you. Y/N is a queen and I will ensure she is treated as such."
You can't take your eyes off of Loki, you've never had anyone speak about you this way before.
Loki stops just in front of your ex and says, "If you ever speak to her, text her or see her again, I will make sure you suffer greater than any human on Midgard has ever suffered before."
Your ex-boyfriend looks at him in shock but it quickly morphs into anger, he does not take being challenged or threatened well. He takes a small step backwards and says, "You can't just threatened me like that. You might be some fancy royal on your planet but here your just another asshole. If I want to talk to her, I will. She was mine once and I could take her back if I really wanted to."
As soon as the words come out of your ex's mouth, you know he finally pushed Loki too far. Loki's full armor and tall horned crown appear in a bright flash of gold and green. Your ex goes quiet in an instant as you are both reminded that Loki truly is a God among men.
The God of Mischief looms over him, staring down at him, daring him to speak again. Loki raises one hand and suddenly your ex is picked up by his throat, a green mist surrounding his neck. He tries to claw at it but Loki's magic brings him closer, until they are eye to eye. In a dark voice, Loki says, "She's mine now."
Your ex-boyfriend looks utterly terrified and a part of you can't help but enjoy seeing the fear in his eyes after all the pain he inflicted on you. You watch, your heart still pounding quickly. As much as you want your ex to suffer, you are afraid Loki will go to far, you've never seen him so angry. Look had worked so hard over the last few months to gain the trust and support of the Avengers, if he hurts your ex he will have to face serious consequences. As much as you hate your ex-boyfriend, its not worth risking Loki's future with the team or with you.
Loki's magic brings him closer, until the are inches from each other, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground. "Do not doubt for a moment that I will do what needs to be done to protect the woman I love. Is that clear?" Loki asks and he nods rapidly in response.
Loki releases him from his grasps and he falls to the ground. Getting up quickly, he runs from the park without looking back.
Loki's magic vanishes, his crown and armor fading away in the breeze as he turns to face you. The determination and rage in his eyes is gone, replaced with his own nervous fear. Your eyes remain locked on him as he slowly walks towards you.
"Y/N," he asks softly. You don't answer, your mind still processing the events from a few moments ago. "I'm sorry, I never meant to let my temper get so out of control but I just couldn't bear to listen to him talk about you for another moment," he explains and you nod in understanding.
He reaches out to take your hand, looking down as your finger interlock and sighs. "I told you not to be afraid of me and then I showed you exactly what kind of terrifying monster I really am. I never wanted to scare you, I only wanted him to leave you alone."
"You um..." you pause, biting you lip as you think. "You said you love me?"
"Loki," you close the distance between you and touch his cheek with your other hand. "I could never be scared of you." He looks at you slowly and you smile, he breaths a sigh of relief and smiles in return.
He laughs and relaxes completely, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Darling, I have loved you from the first time we spoke," he tells you. "You mean everything to mean."
You reach up and kiss him, his hands move down your back to hold you flush against his body. You look up, still pressed together and say, "I love you too. Thank you for keeping me safe from him."
You rest your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head. "I promise, I will always protect you, you just need to tell me what is bothering you," he swears.
You smile when you look into his eyes and see how much he means it. He leans down to kiss you again and between breaths he whispers, "Mine."
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Me and Mine
I might add a second part to this might not ¯\(ツ)/¯
Loki x reader
Summary: Loki and you enjoy a quiet evening until someone from your past appears. And it bothers you enough that Loki has to step in.
Word Count: 1,000~
The both of you sit in the common room, sharing silence.
Loki sits on the couch, pretending to read his book. You sit on the floor in front of him, nodding your head to whatever song is playing on your headphones. The coffee table shoved to the side, and your legs crossed in front of you, enthralled in your latest project. Mechanical parts and tools lay around you in an organized chaos only you can understand.
You hum quietly as you work, oblivious to his stare behind you.
When the both of you are not stuck on missions your weekends are normally like this with a majority of the team off gallivanting in their own personal life. It just leaves you and a couple of other agents on the compound, and barely anyone on their team's floor.
Some days–and these are his favorite days, not that he would ever admit it–you let him read to you, you'll lie beside him on the couch. Your head on his lap as you solve and unsolve one of you many colorful cubic puzzles. You'll hum with interest occasionally and ask questions which sometimes delve into passionate discussions analyzing the book.
Other times you'll be lulled to sleep, snoring lightly as he continues reading. When you eventually wake it's with gentle hands in your hair, and the smell of your favorite tea on the stove. Sometimes you read to him, your finger tracing lines mindlessly across his chest lulling him to sleep.
The elevator dings, and he looks up to glare at whoever dared interrupt your shared peace.
He stiffens, noting the strange man as he steps into the common room. Loki glances at you, but you continue working oblivious to the new presence in the room. He looks back at the stranger, who smiles back and nods in greeting. As if noting his confusion, the man motions to the SHIELD identification attached to his hip. Loki nods in understanding and recalls the tour group of the new batch of agents he saw earlier in the week. Still how the agent had a high enough clearance to access the Avengers' commons was beyond him. But he pays it no mind and goes back to his book, if the agent wished for access to Stark's secret candy stash, it wasn't his problem. Until he made a beeline for you, he glares at him over his book, but the agent's attention is only on you, with an almost feline smile.
You don't notice him until he steps carelessly into your field of disarray, and crouches down next to you. You jump, snatching your headphones off and stare at him, shooting Loki a wide-eyed glance. Before he can tell you about the new agents, the man says your name.
You say a name back in a too quiet voice. And the agent grins.
So you already knew the agent. interesting.
"Why–what are–what are you doing here?" You stutter clearing a path around you and scooting back.
The agent takes advantage and moves closer. You don't keeping scooting, instead you lean as far back as you can, without compromising your spot on the floor.
"I submitted a transfer of location," he smirks, and holds up his ID, "comes with the promotion."
Loki decides he's not fond of him. He's too cocky.
"What," you're voice is breathy and small.
"Looks like I'll be spending more with the Avengers," he says. And you he doesn't say it, but even Loki can hear it in the way he looks at you. Like a piece of meat.
And Loki takes a moment to look at you, really look at you. Your face is pale, your shoulders rounded as if caving into yourself. And your hands shake as you fidget with your tools. Even though the man is crouched, you still have to crane your neck to look up at him, and he seems to be enjoying. Loki doesn't like it at all.
He's seen you take down multiple enemies in less than a minute. He's seen you easily scare off degenerates at the bar won't take no as an answer and do the same for other women. He's seen you exude confidence in meetings as you verbally destroy someone for coming after him. He's never seen you look like this so... so small. And the way the agent is looking at you, smiling as he leans closer, knowing damn well what he's doing to you as you flinch when his hand lands heavy on your thigh.
No Loki doesn't like it at all.
So he stands up, tossing his book to the side, and squeezes between the both of you, ridding the man's hand from your leg, and crouches down, matching the agent's pose.
The man says your name with a deathly sweetness, glancing between you and Loki, "you aren't going to introduce us?"
You look at the man with such a gaze he has only seen on the prey animals Thor would drag home after a successful hunt. As if he has already best you, as if you have let him devour you already. And Loki has had enough.
So he turns a glare towards the agent.
"Loki," he says, voice laced with venom, "what a pleasure to hear you'll be working with all of us."
He slaps his hand on the agent's thigh, equally hard as he did with you. And the agent has the nerve to look uncomfortable.
"I will warn you though," he slithers, "I happen to be quite... territorial," he pauses, sneering. "So I'd advise you to stay away from me and mine."
The agent nods once, and stumbles back as he stands up. "Excuse me, I'll–um," he swallows, lancing around, "go check out the rest of the–um building"
Loki nods, eyes not leaving until he takes the stairs and the door shuts behind him. Smart choice.
Your hands tug on his sleeve, and you whisper a quiet thank you.
He takes you in his arms, and you curl up on him, head on his chest. And his heart breaks for you.
You call his name, voice muffled by his shirt.
He hums, stroking your hair as you look up at him.
"Will you read to me?"
Loki smiles.
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Nat, to Peter: Aunt Nat will murder anyone who hurts you
Loki, popping up from behind: And Uncle Loki will cover for her <3
Peter: aww thanks guys!!
Tony: And Dad will buy you Ben & Jerry's
Peter: what flavor?
Tony: flavor?
Peter: Dad?
Tony: ...
Tony: Here are the keys to the Ben & Jerry's factories
Peter: Dad!
Tony: Gotta go, love you kiddo!
Peter: Love you too :D
...
Peter, at the factory: Can I get a strawberry ice cream in a kiddie cup? please?
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King Loki Laufeyson x Shy Reader
Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Summery: Loki is king of earth now defeating the avengers who are broken or dead, He rules the Earth with an Iron fist, the people bring him sacrifices or trade humans for merchandise their people are in despite need of, But when he meets you everything changes,
Warning: slavery, abuse, blood, threats, dark themes, swearing, depression, insecurities, self hatred, suicidal thoughts,
A metal collar is around your neck, the prongs inside your skin were excruciating, but pain is something you lost a long time ago, the small pain is there but not as bad as it once was, shackles around your wrists,your arms in front of you, a chain connected to the collar as you are led by your father,
The guards escort your father as you obediently follow, Your clothes torn, a white sheet over your head the length stops at the back of your knees,
You hopped and prayed that King Loki would just kill you, that your death would be quick and painless, as you stepped in the throne room,
Your father ordered you not to speak before you both arrived here, you just simply nodded, you gave up on speaking a long time ago, it only made the torture and punishments that much worse,
You kept your eyes to the ground, not looking up once, it was something you have always done, as far as you can remember, You father and brothers despised your eyes, called you a monster, you have two different colored eyes, Once is a icy blue, while the other is a bright green, so you never look up or make eye contact with anyone,
They also blamed you for killing your mother, she died giving birth to you, They always told you, You are nothing, just a useless slave who deserves to suffer,
“Your highness.” Your father speaks,
“Rise.” You hear Loki’s voice,
“I have brought you a trade, my daughter for some food and supplies.” Your father says
It was the first time he’s ever called you his daughter,
“She is very obedient and will do anything you ask.” Your father says yanking the chain hard making you step forward, you take a few lazy steps, you were barefoot and in a torn green dress, it looked like something someone dug out of the trash, you could see the open wounds in some places, but you didn’t care, you just hopped you would just die, so the pain and suffering would come to a end,
You hear footsteps,
they stop a mere feet from you
“What is your name mortal?” He asked but you did not dare to speak,
“She does not speak your highness-” Your father began
“Was I talking to you?” Loki’s voice had a hint of menace behind it,
To say he was intrigued was a bit of an understatement, Most sacrifices or trade offs cowered or wept when in his presence or begged for mercy,
But not this one, You remained silent, still and Loki could clearly tell why, you were not treated kindly, wounds that were still bleeding, you looked half starved and on the verge of collapsing, Loki hooked his fingers under your chin to get a good look at you, making you look up into his eyes and what he saw stunned him, two different colored eyes,
It was said in Asgard two different colored eyes, is said to bring fortune, and luck and sign of love and tranquility,
But he saw something else in your eyes, he knew that stare, the distant stare of someone in anguish and pain, it was as if you had given up completely on life, just waiting for death to come, He smirks down at you letting go of your chin yanking the chain out of your father’s hands,
“I will take this, but you get nothing in return.” Loki says
“What!?” Your father raised his voice,
“Do you really think I’m going to offer you something for bringing me a trade in this condition, don’t insult me.” Loki says with venom in his voice,
“Then there is no trade!” Your father yelled,
“Watch your tone.” Loki says with menace
Your father clams up,
“And you speak as if you have much of a choice, I am King. I take what I want,” He says
“B-But.” Your father tries to argue,
“Guards imprison this bafoon, he has insulted the crown.” Loki says
“Yes, your majesty.” The guards say
you hear your father being dragged away as he yells and tries to fight,
“Come my pet, we have much to discuss.” Loki says leading you away gently
You're bare feet patted on the tiled floor as you silently followed behind Loki, You're eyes trained on the floor, the only noises that could be heard was Loki’s footsteps and the clinking of the chains,
You had no idea what was in store for you but you hopped your death would be quick and painless.
Loki opens a door and you follow him inside, the door shuts
suddenly the sheet was ripped off of you revealing your hair, your eyes and sadly some injuries,
“Now let me have a good look at you my pet.” Loki says hooking his fingers under your chin making you look at him as he tilts your head from side to side examining you, looking at the injuries to your face,
The fresh bruises and scrapes,
You try not to make eye contact with him,
“Hmm, your are sunning for a mortal, we will have to clean you up,” He says
Still you don’t speak or nod, you just stare past him,
“But first these need to go.” He says waving his hand, and suddenly the collar and shackles were gone, revealing the punctures in your neck from the collar,
Loki was appalled at the amount of injures you had, surely you had suffered, but the collar was the icing on the cake for the god, he wanted to torture the man who caused you such pain you were treated worse than an animal.
With a wave of his hand most of your injures were healed,
“There that should feel much better.” He says smirking
You just nod, suddenly his fingers are under your chin again,
“I want you to look at me when I speak pet is that understood?” He asked
You nodded and he smirked pleased with your answer even if it wasn’t a verbal one.
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Tuxedo Loki & Mobius
Loki S2E2 - Breaking Bad
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Isn't bite also touch?
Chapter two, check chapter 3 here!
(Loki X Female demon!reader)
SUMMARY: Loki was saved by a demon and now the demon girl is attached to him like a cat is attached to catnip.
Is this trickery? Is this Devil lying to Loki to gift him punishment?
You were feeling overwhelmed. You didn't realize teaming yourself up (a thing you had only accepted in your head, you never confirmed it out loud to him) with an alien God would include being so close to human problems.
The problem was: the constant tracking, you could sense it everywhere. You were honestly starting to get quite paranoid. Any stranger staring for too long could be a spy.
The spell you put on both of you remained unspoken among you and Loki, although you suspected he could sense it too.
You were used to getting away from humans and their machines, but you've never once had to deal with the mightiest heroes all together in a constant attempt to find you. Cops were one thing, government was another, but secret organizations and superheroes were something you've never dealt with.
It was both overwhelming and exciting. The adrenaline of running from something new, but also pretty tiring, the silence among you and Loki wasn't helping all that. Plus, it was beginning to get a little awkward the more you walked.
“We should stay somewhere, for a bit.” you suggested, the two of you were beginning to guess you weren't going anywhere in your path, and the day was starting to set.
“You know I have a much better plan: you let me lead our destination, how about that?” Loki said, angrily kicking some rocks with his boots.
“And how will I know you're taking us somewhere safe?”
“Why do you want safety? We're in constant danger no matter what.” He had a point.
“Well…” That made you still and look away for a little. “Where do you want to go?”
Loki looked at you sternly as if the answer was most obvious, but as he opened his mouth to speak, he hesitated.
Asgard? Thor would know and they'd be found. What chance would he have if he decided to fight once again to gain Midgard for himself?
“Do you still want Earth?” You asked. “It's a pretty big ambition, I'll say. I have power and I don't want to dominate this race, the humans they're…too… emotional.”
“I don't care if they're emotional or not, which I reckon they are.” Loki agreed with you while choosing not to look in your eyes “However… I was born for this, being king. Having a kingdom and ruling it's basically my destined birthright, my glorious purpose.” He said the last three words with disdain, seemingly also lost in thought.
“Do you want to be king?” you looked at him excited. “Why didn't you just say so? I'll make you a kingdom to rule! I can create one myself,”
He looked at you oddly, analyzing your excitement, you weren't expecting this reaction from your statement but you didn't care. “Or maybe you want Asgard instead of Earth? That'll be more difficult, we'd have to get rid of the king they have.”
You didn't look at Loki while speaking and your eyes widened with multiple plans, turning back to finally look at his face.
“Oh, that's your father isn't it? The king.”
“No, he's not-”
“I recall reading somewhere about the famous sons of Odin. Is he still king? We could get rid of him easily seeing as he's so old,” you mumbled the last sentence a bit to yourself but Loki heard.
“He's not my father.” He said but was still quiet, studying your way of dealing with things. Everything seemed so simple and the idea of 'getting rid of someone' to you carried no guilt.
“What is it?” You frowned in confusion. “Don't you want to?” You look down at your feet, “we don't need to kill him if that's not what you wish, I'll let you make the plan. Do you want to go right now?”
That made Loki go silent for some time to resonate with the options. He recognized this was your way of granting him the choice and giving him some of the freedom he complained about, in a way.
Loki was lost in thoughts of how to use it for his favor of course, with a being as powerful as you seemed to be, why not make use of the fact you're letting him be in control?
Loki didn't know you could perceive his deceitful intentions, you hid a smirk to yourself, watching his expressions.
He sighed and shared a look with you, “We could make a plan but not right now, I don't think we can step in Asgard today.” He concluded.
You watched the trees around you, having an idea. “Do you want me to pick? I could make us a temporary shelter for the night. I'll make it very cozy, for me, of course,” You analyzed the place around you, “You got all that 'the cold doesn't affect me' thing going on so I'll make myself a nice little fireplace to sleep close to.”
“Fireplace? Cozy shelter? I mean, really? Here goes me thinking you were going to keep me hostage on an alien planet I've never heard of.”
You look amused. “Is there an alien planet you haven't been to?” Now you're curious.
“Oh yes, multiples. I traveled a lot as a prince but never got the chance to meet them all. I thought you'd have a vast knowledge in astronomy given you're good at everything, as you said so yourself.” He teased you and you couldn't help but chuckle.
“No… actually, I've never been off Earth.” That's all he needed to know that you wanted to share.
It wasn't a lie, you were a demon and a master in the arts of Chaos. You had the experience of traveling to other dimensions, in which you've seen other gods, angels and creatures of any place. But, technically, this is your reality and you've never had the time to actually transfer yourself personally to space, any realm or planet.
But he didn't need to know all that.
“Ok so, turn around!” You suddenly exclaimed to the confused god.
“What? Why?” He asked, and he couldn't fathom why but did turn around.
With his back to you, you made sure he wasn't looking but he could sense your playfulness. “I seriously hope you won't attempt to murder me, it would certainly be very inconvenient. In addition… I'd win because I'm an immortal god, and then I'd need to hide your body-” he kept saying smugly at the end until you shushed him.
He opens his mouth ready to argue as he didn't accept being told to keep quiet, until you allowed him to turn his back again. He was about to do so anyway, with a finger pointed at you ready to give a possible threat.
But he stopped in his tracks and, still open-mouthed, he gasped quietly watching the sudden wooden cabin in front of him.
“Where did that come from?” his finger now pointed to the cabin in an extreme dramatic manner, his body leaning close to you, you couldn't help but laugh.
“Ta-daaaaa!!” you playfully sang. “Hey, it's the power of magic!” you showed off a bit of the sparkles in your hands by moving your fingers in a weird dance. “What do you think? It's protected by my magic, so we can spend the night.”
Loki was still a bit astounded, and he had a lot of questions. However, looking at the cabin he couldn't help but push the questions aside, it was indeed very tempting, and they were restless. The god couldn't be blamed for he had been captured, rescued and now is running away all in the same day. His suspicions couldn't help but be overly flourished, for he didn't even know the little witch's intentions.
Although he had a strong doubt witches were able to build cabins out of nothing, out of nowhere. He kept trying to understand but found no answers.
He decided that maybe a restful night may actually be needed, and it wouldn't hurt, perhaps he could make a plan meanwhile.
They both got inside, and as promised it was the definition of comfort. The light was dimmed but matching the fire coming from the fireplace, making the place look all warm. He wasn't sure the woman knew he, in fact, enjoyed warmth.
“If it's too much for you, we can always clear the fire and I can make a…oh, what's it called?” you wondered for a second, “the thing the humans have…” you snapped your fingers in an attempt to remember the word, and furrowed your eyebrows.
Loki did too, confused and often questioning to himself what kind of being you were, “I haven't spent much time in the modern world but I believe you're talking about air-conditioners?”
“Yes!” you pointed at him excited, “yes, that's it! Do you want it?” he chuckled and took a while to answer you, looking amused.
“No, no. I'm alright, it's actually…nice, comfortable, I presume.” he looked around and then at you again. With a 'thank you' ready to be said, it was on the tip of his tongue ready to be pronounced.
But he couldn't, something inside him made him stop. Something told him he couldn't express that gratitude, it felt wrong to him, so he kept quiet after that.
You nodded, “Oh, it's nothing! I said I'd make it nice for the night!” you moved as if you knew the place, which he supposed was true due to you having brought everything up to existence with your bare hands. He made a mental reminder to maybe ask you in the future how you did that, what magic or spell you used.
Loki had his interdimensional pocket, he could conjure any object out of nowhere , that's for sure. Still, bringing a whole cabin with magic was completely new to him.
You got some pillows from the upper floor as he explored around the place. He observed as you fluffed out the pillows and delicately placed them in a patterned circle on the floor, a spot in front of the fireplace.
Grabbing the forgotten blanket that he conjured earlier from where you had left on the couch as you arrived, you made yourself comfortable and wore it around your shoulders once again, making it present like a sort of green cape. He appeared amused at the image, thinking to himself of his own cape — that he was not wearing at the moment.
You patted the rough wooden floor by your side and looked at him. “Come here, man.” you invited.
“Man?” he reaffirmed mischievously, trying to hide the slight offense, “you know I'm a god,” it sounded like a broken record at this point, “it'd do you well to refer to me properly.”
You quirked an eyebrow. “I'm not afraid of gods, Your Majesty, why must you act so princely now?” you simply said, once again patting the place beside you. He sat down, you shared a look with him before asking. “Maybe you'd like to drink some wine? I could get us some.”
“I believe you'd drink it too?” he questioned while not so subtly gazing at the mask you're wearing, and touching the area near his chin as a demonstration. “You'd have to take it off, you know.”
You smile under the mask, “yeah, I know. Better not.” you quite liked the mystery, and knowing how frustrated he got for not seeing your full face.
“Why? Are you ugly? Is there an outrageous mystery attached to your face? Because it only fuels my curiosity if there is… or could it be a midgardian sense of insecurity? I assure you, I'm beyond judging you for your appearance, if you're insecure, that is.”
You know what he was trying to do, “Not gonna' work, Mischief.” you gave him a wink, “I'm not insecure…” for some reason those words sounded weirdly defensive, quieter, even for you, it made you cringe afterwards.
“I'm not.” you reaffirmed more sternly now. Somehow making him more confused, but he didn't seem scared, he gave you a soft smile.
“I see. Then you're not. It's good to know.” His smile was still present and he held your gaze, “I guess that only leaves me with the belief that you must be frighteningly beautiful.” His voice was low as he said that, it made you doubt the fire's capacity of not making you shiver.
You couldn't grasp your head around why you felt relieved the God of Mischief was not afraid of you, but you were relieved, that was unquestionable, you felt it within every part of yourself.
“Not like you're going to find out.” you moved a bit further from him, bending your body back and slowly getting up. He still gave the impression of delightment at your obvious embarrassed reaction, you rushed to the kitchen and checked through the cabinets responsible for the variable alcoholic options.
You took a bottle of red wine and awkwardly moved it on your hands, suddenly feeling too self-aware, not used to feeling like this. You placed the drink on top of the glass table and once again shrunk back in place.
“You can drink if you want, I'm going to bed.” You hurried to the one of the two separate rooms on the top floor, leaving abruptly and making Loki's head fill with more doubts and— as much as he hated to admit—some worry. What if there is a serious explanation as to why you can't reveal yourself?
And even if Loki wanted to get much into that line of thought he forced himself out and started inking a scheme to discover everything and, part of the plan involved, not caring about your feelings, if it happened to be personal. Loki had to remind himself that he didn't owe you anything, he didn't know why he was making such a huge deal of finding out about what your face looked like.
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It wasn't often that you slept, it wasn't a much needed thing, but you liked to see it as a kind of treat. You just didn't realize how much of your powers you used today, it just happened that you fell asleep.
Not just the infuriating pain of the sensors you felt coming from around the cabin woke you up, but also someone's hand. At first you thought you might've been dreaming, however, the more some milliseconds passed, the hand was simply unmistakable.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you exclaimed yet a bit groggily attempting to blink the sleep off your eyes, and also snapping his hands off your face.
“I used a spell to ensure you'd be sleeping! I was just moving the mask, I just wanted to see…” He was exasperated and trying to explain himself.
“What?! Why would you think saying this makes things better? It is just creepy! AND, I am incredibly powerful, a simple spell doesn't work on me!” Honestly, with the multiple protection charms you've been casting he couldn't guess your powers would block any attempt he'd have of casting anything on you?
“Oh yes, I'm well aware. I just needed to try- Just so I can sleep at least…”
You sighed and got off the bed, walking downstairs again, having him following you right behind. “Here's the thing…” He started to say.
“No, nope, no,” you massage your temple as you speak and open your eyes to notice something you didn't realize just a few minutes ago, he changed into more comfortable clothes for the night, just like you did. So now you're both ridiculously wearing pajamas.
You didn't mind it that much, you could also see it was somewhere around four in the morning. The sensory noises coming from the protection spell you put around the house now were beginning to grow insufferable.
“See, I'll be honest, I just don't care,” he opened his arms to show more of himself as he spoke, and you could sense he lied, you don't think he'd be indifferent to your opinion of him, but maybe that's just what you think. “I admit I wanted to see what you look like. I don't understand what's so wrong about that.”
You shake your head once more and turn around to the fridge. The ridiculous all-black pajamas you're wearing are now making you feel very vulnerable, for some reason. You get some milk out of the fridge and stare at the glass for a second.
“You're such a weird creature. I should've just stayed with the group of freaks, at least I wouldn't be dealing with you.” He said and dropped his arms to his sides in defeat.
You took a moment to think for yourself, the mask now was similar to a defensive shield whether you liked it or not, the mystery was something you could bask on even if momentaneous, even if not long-lasting . You knew he'd eventually see your face, you also knew you didn't plan going anywhere far from him by now. You were stronger than him with your capacities but he carried something you've never felt before, and his magic attracted you to him.
Maybe your actions were becoming a tad bit immature, you sighed tiredly. Watching him as he stared at the ceiling whilst laying on his back on the couch.
You poured the milk in the glass. And took the mask off to lift the glass to your thirsty lips, closing your eyes so you won't see if he's watching you. He is.
You gulp and swallow the liquid quite nervously sensing you're being observed, then put the glass down. There was no big scene, no dramatics, just a quiet moment and your true face, with the mask off.
And his eyes on you, speechless.
Again, with the nervous feeling, you began to grow a bit restless with all the staring. You cleaned your lips with the back of your hand hurriedly, and walked to place the glass in the sink, washing it manually. Doing the action by your own hands would make you, for a few seconds, stop thinking about his eyes on you.
“You're…” he gulped, sticking out his Adam's apple. "Beautiful." He finished quite dumbstruck, still processing your appearance.
You wouldn't say you were the stereotypical image of beauty, but you reckon your human features are always going to be attractive just the way they are. They carry your demonic nature, your demon soul is unmatchable in question of beauty.
“I don't know why you didn't want me to see you. There's nothing horrific.” He said attempting to remain casual, still looking at you as if mesmerized. You liked it. He cleared his throat.
You turn around to face him, and let your mouth open a little. You can see the change in his microexpressions as soon as he notices, “oh,” He says. “Are those…fangs?” He seemed a bit surprised.
“Yes. Demon ones.”
“...Pardon ?”
To say Loki got scared immediately would be a lie, he was deep-settled in his superiority and massive knowledge on all " monsters " the realms could present. You got a little hurt by the use of the term "monster", and he'd never let his guard falter, he didn't want to act differently but you did notice a difference in his behavior towards you.
You don't know why, but you didn't want him to be afraid of you. It is amusing to feel the fear of others but somehow his fear is not as satisfying now, you were having troubles comprehending why.
After some time, you both spent the rest of the night in the living room in silence, the sun was beginning to set, somewhere around five and a half. Your feet dangling in distraction as you sat on top of the kitchen counter.
And Loki was near a table on the other corner from you. Funny.
You were starting to feel your stomach grumble in complaint, you decided to move to the fridge once again to finally eat. Now that you didn't have the mask to hide you everything was easier.
You grabbed a raw piece of deer meat, the first thing you saw, and pressed your fingertips deep in the meat. Loki was looking at you now instead of the sun setting through the window, his eyebrows raised up, although he just assumed you were checking if the meat was good to be consumed, or in other words, cooked.
He wasn't expecting you to sniff it and prepare to take a bite straight away.
“Wait! What are you doing?” He exclaimed loudly, causing you to flinch and stop before completing the action, “You can't possibly tell me you're going to eat this raw?” He sounded outraged.
You were the one confused now, what was the problem with that?
“Do you have a problem with it?”
“Why, yes! You…” He suddenly stopped and you couldn't decipher him for now, he gave you an odd look, and then shook his head, “you can't eat things raw, why don't you simply cook it?”
He felt stupid interrupting all of a sudden, knowing you're a demon makes so much sense for your manners and the way you perceive things. He supposed that of course this was natural for you, to kill things, to eat anything in any way, cooked or raw. You wouldn't get sick or throw up by the action, not that he cared if you did.
That didn't mean that it would make him comfortable, the meat was still looking very white, and if he saw you crunching the very apparent bone of the animal he would most likely be the one throwing up in response.
“I don't cook.” You responded quickly, “I don't see the problem with it, makes it tastier when it has the cold touch of recent death.” Your eyes shined at the statement.
You were a very creepy little thing in his eyes. And to put creepy in the statement, he meant it. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the now almost totally visible sun presenting itself.
He turned to you again, you were close to the window, the sunshine was reflecting on you. He thought to himself that all of Hel's creatures are supposed to be magnificent and endearing, you did look like an angel at the moment. Maybe he shouldn't have asked you to take off the mask.
“I can cook,” he replied shortly, making sure not to look you in the eyes, “if you wish. I can show you how.”
The silence grew louder for a moment, you just stared at him, giving a very alien-like expression. Of course, it was wrong for him. The dead texture of the creature in your hands promptly made you feel self-conscious, your hands felt sticky now, dirty unlike his. You didn't know why that bothered you, not knowing why you wanted him to see you in a good light when you were a being of such darkness.
“...Okay.” You quietly confirmed, he was relieved you accepted. It would make the awkwardness go away, he got the meat from your hands and went to work at the oven, pulling the pans, some ingredients and spices you couldn't identify.
That made you smile a little, he did everything so effortlessly, as if done a million times. You wondered how common it was for him to cook whilst he was raised in a castle, but you felt too embarrassed to ask. Every movement he made was that of royalty, that was how he always presented himself, yet you were in awe to see it was still present in something so simple as this seemed to be.
He might have become aimless at your constant staring, but you didn't mind, you actually enjoyed the tiny discomfort you caused on him.
And he certainly wasn't expecting you to put your head on his shoulders, a bit on your tippy-toes to catch his height. It was clearly an uncomfortable position for you to be in, at least he thought so, and although he didn't complain, his flinching in response was pretty visible.
You were relaxed, you didn't mind your muscles stretching to try and match his stature. You allowed yourself the pleasure of watching someone cook for you.
He hoped you wouldn't notice the awkwardness you left him feeling, but seeing as you didn't move to get away, he himself passed his hands on his shoulders delicately to brush you off him.
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Loki's relief at not having to experience watching you eat something raw in front of him didn't last very long, since you grabbed the still hot and recently prepared meat with your bare hands. Complaining with some whiny little 'ouch ouch ouch' and quickly changing the cooked piece to your other hand, scowling at the food in response, as if it horrendously offended you.
The cutlery was just right in front of you, Loki thought it was so amusing he didn't care to stop.
Your moment was interrupted by a bright light suddenly breaking through the windows, you hissed as it hit your vision. Loki quickly stepped up and stayed in position for attack, with his hands up in defense.
Your eyes widened when you saw that and you felt the need to help him. However before being able to, your vision faltered and you felt your body weakening until you finally hit the ground.
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Genderfluidity & Loki's Bountiful Wardrobe
Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader
Summary: In which the reader is dysphoric and Loki is incredibly helpful and comforting. Specifically, a genderfluid reader trying to adjust to accepting the fluid nature… of their gender… You know what, summaries are hard lol. Written as platonic <3.
Warnings: anxiety (possibly bordering on panic sometimes), descriptions of dizzy/fuzziness, dysphoria & some internalized transphobia (though the reader is unspecified in both birth and current gender identity so it's not too detailed)
Words: 1693
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You’d felt different ever since you’d woken up, maybe since last night if you were being honest. Something was off. Wrong.
No, you reminded yourself silently, guilt creeping into your brain. Not wrong. Just different. No matter how much you told yourself that, no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that everything you felt was fine and valid - it just didn’t seem to stick.
You’d pushed through the morning, avoiding mirrors as much as possible. You’d done your best to subtly align your appearance with how you felt today, but the anxiety of ‘what if the others notice? what if they ask questions?’ was too strong to do anything too obvious. You should tell them, you knew that. You thought they would understand, be kind at least. It might take some explaining, but eventually -
The anxiety from the thought alone was too much. Not today; not yet. There really was only one person you knew would understand, but the confidence required to come clean seemed too daunting on its own.
The afternoon got harder. Maybe it was one too many gendered compliments, or the ridiculous decision to color coordinate the cupcakes at lunch, blue and pink, and being offered the wrong one, but it was too much. You hid in a maintenance closet (this really needed to stop before it became a habit… who are you kidding, it already was) and took some breaths, hoping the worst of it would pass.
Well, today might as well be as good as any other, you were going to have to face it sometime. And they would understand, that was a given.
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It still took you a solid 45 minutes to hype yourself up enough. But now that you were standing in front of Loki’s door, it didn’t feel like you’d waited long enough. You stared at the greyish material as the minutes ticked by. What was this door made of anyway? Was that metal? Or just opaque plexiglass? Possibly an alloy…
You jumped a good three feet in the air at the sound of Jarvis speaking your name, the small light from the overhead camera blinking lazily.
“Mr. Laufeyson has inquired whether you would like to come inside or continue evaluating the structural integrity of his door.”
You winced at the mildly disapproving tone that tainted the AI’s speech. Jarvis was fed up with you. Great. You noted the use of Loki’s pronouns and breathed a sigh of relief that you would not have to ask. You always did, of course, but conversation was difficult and you liked to have as little of it as possible. Possibly using Jarvis to inform everyone subtly of your identity… Not yet. You stood up a bit straighter and took a breath.
A quiet ‘open’ called from inside, the door swung open, and you started.
“Oh don’t act surprised,” came the smooth yet lazy voice from inside the room, “You’d already decided to come in.” You rolled your shoulders a bit as you barely entered the room.
"Hey, Lokes," you started, anxiously smiling at him draped over an armchair.
"Peasant," he said simply, though there was no venom behind it and it sounded more like an endearment than an insult.
"Oh don't start," you laughed but sent him a glare, slowly inching more into the room. He looked up from the gigantic book on his lap and grinned.
"Apologies, darling," he laughed. "What can I do for you?"
Ha. Right. That. The door clicked shut behind you and you spun around just in time to see Jarvis’ warbling blue sphere disappear from the wall screen, leaving the both of you alone.
You turned back to the person who was watching you with a slight hint of amusement, and you smiled again, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. His face softened, seemingly understanding you instantly.
"You're troubled," he stated, not asking. He closed the large book with a soft thunk and stood, though not moving to you. You chuckled tensely.
"When am I not troubled?," you shrugged.
He shook his head slightly, a small grin pulling at his lips. “I am quite good at reading you, love, but I may need you to specify the current problem.”
You weren’t sure if that made you feel more or less uneasy and you shifted your feet a bit, your eyes drifting to the heavy book now laying on the impossibly-spotless glass coffee table. Brown leather, though perhaps it had been redder at some point. Repaired cracks along the spine, the stitching visible through the outer cover. Scratched gold gilding the cover-
“Darling.” You flinched hard at his hands on your shoulders, him suddenly in front of you. He went to pull back, but after looking at your face for a moment, thought better of it and left his hands gently resting on your shoulders, a breathing room of nearly arm's length between you.
His voice was impossibly soft when he spoke again.
"What do you need, love?"
You let out a quick, breathy laugh. "Nothing, really. Just wanted to see you." Right. Lying. Always helpful. You shook your head, taking a breath and trying again. "I just, I don't know. I was wondering - I was wondering if you; or if I could, well if you had-"
His hands moved to the middle of your shoulders, closer to your neck, the pressure of them increasing as he let the weight of his arms press down on you, grounding you. The shockingly instant relief swept over you, and he moved his palms to gently rub up and down your arms.
"Breathe. Take your time."
Of course, whenever he told you to breathe, you stopped. What else was the logical reaction? You closed your eyes, too hazy to be embarrassed. The room was quiet, the muffled outside noise creeping in. Shuffling footsteps, a phone ringing somewhere down the hall. A coffee machine bubbling…
Your breathing had slowed again, so thankfully now you had the clarity to be embarrassed as the heat crept up your neck. Wonderful. You opened your eyes and looked up at him sheepishly, a small smile barely tugging at your lips as you questioned what you were supposed to do now.
He laughed softly at your uncertainty before his face returned to a neutral concern.
“Now try again,” he prompted gently, removing his hands from your shoulders and stepping back once, as if physically giving you room to think. You took a breath.
"I just, I don't feel like I normally do. I'm still me, but different? Or maybe I've always felt like this, and I was just pretending? Or, I'm pretending now? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened. Maybe I just want attention. But I don't want anyone to know. Or maybe I'm just-"
"Darling?," he interrupted gently, though there was the slightest hint of amusement in his tone.
"Hm?"
"Spiraling."
"Right. Sorry."
He shook his head, a soft smile on his face. "You need not apologize," he put his hands back on your shoulders and pulled you close to his chest, resting his cheek on the top of your head and wrapping his arms snugly around you. He had apparently deemed his earlier strategy of distance a failure. "Just take a breath. And try again."
You took a dramatically deep breath but said nothing, instead opting to hide your face against him.
He seemed to take pity on you as he let his head lean slightly to one side, considering you.
"Are we trying different pronouns?," he prompted and you pulled back slightly to look up at him, surprised.
"Well you don't beat around the bush, do you?," you laughed, trying to cover up the wave of anxiety, or maybe it was relief, that shuddered through you.
"Why should I?,” he inquired, as if the very idea of being embarrassed about these things was foreign to him. Though given what you’d overheard of his conversations with some of the others, you guessed that was for your benefit.
“So, are you?," he asked slowly, leaning back again and drawing your focus back to him.
"Yeah, I guess," you mumbled, hesitant.
His hands clapped together suddenly, making you jump a bit. "Wonderful! What are you going with?"
He was smiling like a giddy child, seeming genuinely excited and you didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You told him what you were leaning towards and he grinned as you continued quickly, as though if you stopped for breath you would lose your nerve.
"I also kind of wanted to see if I could borrow some different clothes. And maybe just hang out with you for a bit? I don't know if I'm ready for anyone else yet."
His smile had softened and he was staring at you now, making you squirm.
"Why are you looking at me like that?," you chuckled awkwardly.
His grin widened a fraction before he shook it off. "No reason. Come on," he said, grabbing your hands and pulling you along. "I have quite the variety of outfits," he said with a tweak of his eyebrow and you grinned. That he most certainly did.
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He helped you pick something that made you unbelievably comfortable, accentuating and hiding in turn what you felt needed to be. He was offering passive but very helpful suggestions along the way. At one point, he stood behind you at the mirror, his long arms wrapped around your middle, and you caught him looking at you like that again; like he thought you were the most perfect thing he’d seen, as if he were immensely proud of you, and you dropped your head to hide the hot tears you felt threatening your eyes. You felt him chuckle behind you, his arms tightening protectively as he pressed a kiss to your head.
You spent the rest of the afternoon with him. He somehow managed to give you very obviously gendered pet names and compliments that aligned with your current chosen pronouns, while also not making a big deal of it. He kept you on a steady supply of snacks and hot drinks as you watched movies.
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A/N: hehehehehehe nooo I’m not projecting🙃🤍. I know dysphoria and gender fluidity are different for everyone so this can’t fully represent everyone’s experience.
If I could improve it in some way or if something was unintentionally offensive, please let me know! I hope it was at least a little comforting even if it’s a bit messy :) 💜
#loki x reader#loki x you#loki x gender neutral reader#loki x gn!reader#loki x genderfluid reader#loki x non binary reader#loki x trans reader#loki fluff#loki comfort#protective loki#loki fanfic#mcu loki#loki fandom#loki laufeyson#loki#loki x y/n#loki imagine#loki fic
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@godessofviktory || [ continued ]
Sigyn had a point: he had lied to her one too many times, and this was simply the last straw, despite his intentions. He felt his heart sink a bit as he listened to her speak, the seriousness of the situation seeping into his core. If he had been afraid to lose her before, he was certain it was nearly guaranteed now. Taking in a steady breath, he took another tentative step forward, fingertips brushing lightly against her arm as he held her gaze.
"Sig - Calliope," he corrected himself, not wanting to do any further harm to her, brows drawn together and verdant eyes shimmering with a mix of concern and remorse. The God exhaled quietly as he gathered his thoughts. "You're right," he went on, timbre softer than usual, "I should have told you from the beginning. I know it was selfish and I was a fool. There is little I fear aside from losing the privilege to walk the Nine Realms with you."
Loki knew that he had crossed a line this time, her raised voice like daggers to his heart. In that aspect, love had always been a dagger as far as he was concerned; it was a weapon to be wielded far away or up close, something one could see themselves in, and it was beautiful until one bled... However, when he had met Sigyn, it had challenged his perspective and made him reevaluate his perception. He owed his life to her - a debt that had been initiated the day she had chosen to save him from being captured - and he couldn't have imagined his life without her since.
"You have always been the one person who sees past what I am or who I am to be. The one who knows me, at times better than I know myself," came his low voice, his loyalty and dedication laced within his words. "Understand that there is nothing that I wouldn't do for you..."
#yes I did quote the Loki series a little for the 'love is a dagger' one#I love that quote and I think it would have been his motto for a while#at least until he met Sigyn#also surprise I have new RP banners! :D#you're the first one that gets to see them on their post#i'm so sorry this is late!!#like I said Tumblr deleted my reply somehow and I don't know what happened#hopefully this works <3#logyn#upset loki#protective loki#godessofviktory#closed rp#loki rp#loki roleplay#mcu rp#mcu roleplay#marvel rp#marvel roleplay#rp#roleplay#tumblr rp#tumblr roleplay#discord rp#discord roleplay#scheduled
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Working on the final chapter of my first ever Lokius fanfic, and I'm both very happy with how it's turned out, and inevitably sad that it's almost over done already! I write too dang fast these days, but I have to blame the plotbunnies too. I couldn't stay away more than a day at a time, and even then the ol' brain was plotting and scheming against with the characters and the story. Anyhoo. The final chapter will be up in the next few days. I hope you'll like reading it as much as I loved writing it.
To my readers+friends old and new, wubya. ❤️😭
#lokius fanfic#lokius angst#lokius#loki laufeyson#mobius m mobius#protective mobius#protective loki#loki norse mythology meets tv series#loki needs a hug#mobius needs a hug#everybody needs a damn hug#including me
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Welcome to... Song Association!
Pt. 2a!
Locations: Ao3
All In Green by Kaeorin
I See You by daphnethewriter
The Vanir Princess by The_Mad_Lost_Girl
Skjald by Avocado
A Study In Suit by lowkeyorloki
#song association#Spotify#archive of our own#loki laufeyson#loki x reader#loki x y/n#loki#loki fanfic#i love me a good angsty fic#real world au#loki fluff#loki odinson#loki fanfction#sneaking around#lots of angst#cried to a few of these ngl#protective loki#professor loki#loki smut#first times trope#loki needs a hug#shameless smut#everyone needs a break#badass y/n#loki fanfics#ao3#natasha romanoff#thor odinson#a study in suit#asis
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Loki; “Barbossa, keep an eye on Jack today, he’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.”
Hector; “Sure, I’d love to see Jack get punched.”
Loki; “Try again.”
Hector; “I will stop Jack from getting punched.”
Loki; “Correct.”
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they’re husbands, your honor
#protective time husbands#lokius#loki#mobius#loki show#loki spoilers#loki meme#loki laufeyson#loki season two#loki series#mcu
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"You mean to tell me we are not welcomed on Asgard?" He questioned with a whisper but he followed beside him, practically clinging to Loki as he was not certain of which way to go without him. He was the blind being lead by a fugitive. "I suppose you really truly love me to risk being in trouble with your family...for me." He paused, lacing their fingers together.
"You are not welcomed on Asgard," he corrected gently, "I'm welcomed to a prison cell for the rest of my life - which is cruel, really, because they would feed me the immortality apples all the same." Loki sneered slightly at the last part, although he knew he deserved it after how many lives had been lost on Midgard alone because of him. He flushed slightly when Steve pointed out that he must truly love him, and he gently squeezed his hand once their fingers were intertwined. "I would never risk my life for a mortal - not one... you've been the only exception," he confessed, his voice a mere whisper in the empty corridors.
Just then, Loki used his seiðr and shifted their forms from Asgardian civilians to guards, knowing it wouldn't be long before they reached the garden. However, he broke apart from Steve as he picked up on a distant sound, his senses on high alert. And then, mere moments later, a familiar figure rounded the corner ahead. The God of Mischief felt his pulse pick up a bit and he subtly whispered to the mortal, "Sit quietly and look pretty - Thor mustn't catch on, do you understand?"
#mwuahahaha#we love some delicious delicious tension#thankfully Thor is a little on the slow side when it comes to Loki's tricks#'are you ever not going to fall for that?' - Loki 2012#stripesofbrooklyn#rp asks#asks#frostshield#protective loki#loki roleplay#loki rp#marvel roleplay#marvel rp#mcu roleplay#mcu rp#rp#roleplay#discord roleplay#discord rp#tumblr rp#tumblr roleplay
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MCU Masterlist III
as always, I don't own any of these, they're just my absolute favourites.
mcu masterlist I
mcu masterlist II
Bucky Barnes
SMUT 👅
drabble
look at me
bad date
welcome back
ride
on his knees
wake up bj
a taste of submission
a good plowin
bliss
printesa mea
somnophilia
languages of love
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
protective
purgatory
grouch
his safe place
night terrors
my babydoll
sensitive
safe with me
Steve Rogers
SMUT 👅
the game
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
my love is winter
the game
every step of the way
Stucky
SMUT 👅
feral
heat of the moment
a sweet treat
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
initials
I'm pregnant, not dying
brave new world
happy ending
last hope part two
Andy Barber
SMUT 👅
anonymous
Ari Levinson
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
you said I was your favourite
SMUT 👅
forget everything
Loki
FLUFF & ANGST 🤍
bad dreams
Lee Bodecker
SMUT 👅
persuasion
#marvel#marvel masterlist#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut#beefy!bucky#mob!bucky#mafia!bucky#protective!bucky#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers smut#mafia!steve rogers#lee bodecker x reader#loki x reader#andy barber x reader#andy barber smut#andy barber fluff#ari levison x reader#ari levinson smut
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There was a sense of curiosity and wariness stirring in his chest as Steve guided his hand to his temple, and he gave a slight nod to reassure him. "If we're to be together, then yes," came his response, gentle yet firm, "I want to know you intimately, in whatever ways I can." A soft translucent light emanated from his hand as he delved into the memory, seeing the memory play out before him; the God could feel the changes in the air pressure, the plane's descent, the potent mix of emotions that had surged through Steve during the incident, and a woman's muffled voice in his ear and a picture in a compass upon the dash... Loki's fingertips twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he fought the urge to pull the soldier against him and protect him. The memory cut out as the plane finally hit the glacial waters, bringing the God of Mischief back to the present.
As his gaze fell upon Steve once more, his brows pulled together in concern as he processed the information. Then, wordlessly, the trickster leaned forward and captured his lips in small, semi-rough, protective, and repetitive kisses. After a minute, Loki let him go and sat back again, his gaze averted but eyes narrowed in a mix of vexation, silent anger, and relief; it was his own emotional turmoil from watching his companion do what he did, the recklessness of Steve's actions only furthering his sense of annoyance. But he reminded himself it was long before they had met - long before the God had a hand in shielding him from harm.
It was a while before he spoke again, still keeping his gaze off the soldier for the time being. "You were alone," Loki began softly, a hint of something unreadable in his tone - something that subtly echoed his understanding. After a short pause, he went on. "Once again, saving New York... your home, from my understanding." He couldn't help but draw comparisons to the lengths he had gone through to save Asgard, although he had done so in a much more nuanced fashion. But, as the realization occurred that he had attacked his companion's home - with an army, no less - Loki's features softened a little and he felt the flicker of remorse creep up on him once more.
"I suppose you will come to know of my past as well as my present should we continue the way we are going. I happen to see you knowing more than most but that is not to say that many know me that well." He paused, the voice of Tony coming through his own mind telling him he's old fashioned and outdated. He shook his head and looked to Loki.
"You sure you want to know me this intimately?" He was taking Loki's hand to his temple then and let the other explore with his magic. "I suppose we will come to know each other this intimately..."He paused, letting a memory resurface of his time taking the plane down.
#I know they're absolute babiesss <3#they're my favorites#and Loki just giving him a look into his real abilities#no tricks no holding back#despite their rough history and the fact that they were basically enemies#ughhhh <3#stripesofbrooklyn#frostshield#closed rp#protective loki#soft loki#loki roleplay#loki rp#mcu roleplay#mcu rp#marvel roleplay#marvel rp#rp#roleplay#discord roleplay#discord rp#tumblr rp#tumblr roleplay
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