#Protective Loki

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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.

[hero-i-am-not]

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?

[huffelpuff210]

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.

[meideixx]

Tuxedo Loki & Mobius

Loki S2E2 - Breaking Bad

[homesickn]

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.

★

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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[fictionaltrvlr-fics]

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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(gif is mine :))

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 :) 💜

[ash-muses]

@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..."

[andthekitchensinkao3]

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. ❤️😭

[loopsisloops]

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

[am-i-making-you-feel-sick]

they’re husbands, your honor

[barneswinchester]

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

[ash-muses]

♡ Continued from here ♡ For @melodicmuses

Loki stayed silent, allowing Sigyn her space as she took a moment to breathe. His thumb trailed feather-light over her knuckles when she squeezed his hand, a subtle gesture of reassurance from him. Studying her expression as he patiently waited, the God knew he had certainly crossed a line — the way that Sigyn avoided meeting his gaze spoke volumes, his heart sinking somewhat at the sight. While he wanted nothing more than to safeguard her from any harm, he had unintentionally become the source of her affliction, which stung him despite the trickster maintaining his composure outwardly, the slight inward curve of his brows the only betrayal of his inner turmoil.

When his beloved took his other hand within her own, still not looking down at him, Loki felt his heart leap against his ribs. Would she send him away — had she finally tired of his company, after all this time? Or would she find forgiveness for his well-intentioned, albeit poorly chosen decision? He met her violet gaze, fingers interlocked, and listened intently as she spoke, preparing himself for whatever outcome lay before him. As Sigyn spoke of making it up to her, the God felt a wave of relief and gratitude surge in his core; while it might not be an easy task, Loki was always up for a challenge — and he would always do whatever necessary to stay by her side.

The familiar nickname sent warmth through him and he lifted one of her hands, brushing his lips against her silken skin. Long ago, he had chosen his term of endearment for Sigyn as a symbol of how she held no judgment toward him, saw pieces of him that he rarely gave away, and how she had accompanied him when no others would. "Tell me, Moonlight," he coaxed tenderly, holding her gaze, "How would you have me ease your burden?" Pausing briefly, his gaze flickered over her expression, taking in her reaction. Gingerly withdrawing his other hand from hers, a shimmering light enveloped his hand before a precious bouquet of purple and blue hyacinths appeared. "Will you accept these as a start?"

[ash-muses]

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.

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

[mischieffae]

Ok but imagine Loki seeing you in distress, & the first thing he does is goes in to full protective mode.

For one, the poor soul who decided to hurt you will never see it coming. Loki is not a fighter who acts on emotion alone, but also on whit & brain. He uses manipulation tactics, causing the attacker to drop down his guard before the God plunges like a viper towards his prey.

The fight ended before it even began.

Shadow-play is something Loki does not use often, but in dire circumstances. Seeing you sprawled upon the ground with pools of blood surrounding you awakens something deep within him. A monster, that should never be UNLEASHED.

The shadows of his form appear to be of an ancient version of himself, holding onto the victim by his arms against the coolness of the concrete wall. It frightens you to see such power that was hidden beneath a nonchalant facade.

Now, the old Norse Gods see his potential.

' Oh come now, FRIGHTENED so soon ? '

He's toying with him, the attacker's face a pale ghostly expression as he tugs with fever. There's no way out of this, no way for him to hide and scramble to safety. You almost feel sorry for him, however the cut above your lip reminds you of what he deserves.

' And here I thought the little mouse would at least attempt to fight back. Pity. '

Loki edges forward with both intricate knives tossing in his hands skillfully, his gaze narrowing with each slow step he takes. One of his blades runs teasingly along the other's bobbing neck from the adrenaline, not in a satisfying manner but that of pure wicked intent.

' .... - You should have not HURT them ... '

Was there sadness in his voice? Each syllable that escaped his lips drew a drop of blood down the man's skin, tears running down his face as he profusely apologizes for his attack.

But it's too late for that now.

You gaze towards them with pure awe, for such power does not go unchecked so easily. A gasp emits from your chapped lips as you notice a swirl of emerald green surrounding them both, shielding you to witness Loki's true advances. He doesn't want you to see him like this, like a MONSTER.

& all you can hear, are the guttural sounds of true fear.

[stheresya]

characters who perform villainy. characters who've always felt cast out from society because of who they are and thus are seen as monsters by everyone around them because of their origins, their appearance and/or their condition. characters who internalize people's unfair opinions on them as a defense mechanism and are like 'yes i am as bad as you think i am so you better watch out' as a way to avoid being hurt because they couldn't be loved and accepted as they were so they resorted to fear, giving in to people's perception of them and intensifying it as a way to acquire at least some respect to their personhood.