#SWEET LOKI

[lokischickadee]

[fanficshiddles]

The Call Of Fate, Chapter 2

Jade went to join the Avengers for dinner, once she had calmed down after having another little meltdown at everything that had happened.

When she walked into the room to join them, she laughed internally when she looked at Loki, just knowing how old he was. She couldn’t really believe it.

She ended up sitting next to Natasha and Steve at the table, Loki was directly opposite her and gave her a wink when she sat down. She just raised an eyebrow at him in return.

‘Is everything ok with your room?’ Tony asked as Bruce dished up dinner.

‘Yeah, it’s really nice. Thanks.’ Jade smiled at him.

Dinner was Bruce’s home-made macaroni. Everyone started tucking in straight away. Jade was a few mouthfuls in when Vision suddenly asked a question.

‘Do you have any allergies we should know about?’

Jade continued eating while she answered. ‘Yeah, I’m lactose intolerant.’

Everyone froze and stared at her. And it was Loki’s turn to raise an eyebrow at her.

‘Stop eating that then!’ Steve cried out.

‘Ah it’s fine. Just open the windows later.’ Jade said as she took another forkful, making Loki snigger under his breath.

Jade looked around the table, noting them all staring at her still. ‘I’m just kidding… No allergies! Do you really think I wouldn’t know about all the dairy that goes into macaroni if I was lactose intolerant anyway? I’m not stupid.’

Thor laughed and so did Tony. Bruce just shook his head.

‘We don’t need another annoying prankster, please don’t be another Loki.’ Clint groaned.

‘God we definitely do not need another Loki.’ Wanda groaned.

‘I do not see what the problem would be with having another me.’ Loki said as he glared at Wanda.

She glared back at him. ‘I am not even going to give that a response.’

Wanda’s macaroni suddenly turned into heaps of little worms that started wriggling around in her bowl, trying to get out.

‘LOKI!’ She screamed at him as she sat back in shock.

He flicked his hand and they disappeared, her macaroni returning. She pushed the bowl away from her. ‘I can’t even look at that now.’ She got up and stormed off into the kitchen to get something else.

‘Loki, that was mean.’ Thor scolded his brother.

‘Would you rather I did it to yours?’ Loki offered.

‘It would take more than measly worms to put me off Bruce’s delicious macaroni.’ Thor laughed.

‘Is it always like this here?’ Jade asked Natasha quietly while the rest continued some bickering.

Jade had thought that the heroes would all be quite snobby, keep to themselves. But it seemed she was wrong.

‘Yep, ‘fraid so.’ Natasha nodded.

Jade looked around the table with the biggest smile. ‘Love it.’

Perhaps her time here wouldn’t be so bad after all.

-

The first night at the Avengers base, Jade didn’t sleep well. Everything was racing through her mind, about her parents and that she was royalty. That she was being forced to marry a man she had never even met before. What if he was an ugly ogre? Heck, she could deal with ugly as long as he was nice. But she had no idea what he was like.

When morning finally came, she showered and went for a walk around the base, keeping within the borders so she wouldn’t have to get followed again. Not that she had minded Loki fetching her, she quite liked him, probably the most out of them all so far.

In the distance, Clint was in the training field with Tony, Steve and Natasha. She went over and watched them for a little while, she couldn’t deny they were impressive with what they could do. And the world was safer thanks to them.

‘Not making another run for it, are we?’ Came a familiar voice from behind her.

She turned around and smiled up at Loki. ‘No, not today. I might schedule you in for tomorrow at noon though.’

Loki chuckled lightly and stepped next to her. ‘How are you settling in?’

‘Weirdly, pretty well. Didn’t sleep great, but apart from that.’ Jade shrugged.

‘Thought you’d like to know, Natasha has been in touch with a lawyer and she’s going to come visit in a couple of weeks to go over everything, see if there’s anything that can be done to get you back home.’

‘Bloody hell, that was quick. It would be great if something can be done to stop the wedding.’ Jade felt some relief at the thought of not having to go through with it, maybe in a few months she’d be back home where she belonged.

‘That’s one thing that can’t be faulted about Natasha, she doesn’t hang about when something important needs to be done.’ Loki said.

Jade and Loki watched the others train for a bit, then they headed inside.

‘Hey, is there anywhere I can play my bass and sing without disturbing people?’ Jade asked Loki.

‘Why would you care about disturbing people, isn’t that the best part about playing a loud instrument?’ Loki grinned.

‘Well, in a way. But I don’t want to get on the wrong side of anyone. Not yet, anyway.’

‘Are you any good?’

Jade looked offended and dramatically put her hand over her heart. ‘Am I good? Can’t believe you’re asking me that. Our band is starting to rise pretty rapidly, we even have a headlining slot at a local music festival that’s ten thousand capacity this summer…’ Jade said proudly but then her face dropped and her stomach sank. ‘Shit. Well, we did. Or I guess, they do. They can probably manage without me anyway. I just do backing vocals and bass, they’ll easily find someone to fill my place, I guess.’ She said sadly.

‘I’m sure you will be there for the festival. Summer is months away, plenty of time to get this mess all sorted out.’ Loki said softly, seeing how hurt she was. ‘There is the indoor training hall, it’s pretty soundproof. Considering what we use it for. You can practice in there.’  

‘That sounds perfect.’

Jade was delighted to have somewhere to play, it was her escape, a way to let all of her emotions out. She had been playing for a good while, really getting into some songs and singing along too. She never noticed Loki in the corner, watching and listening to her intently. He was surprised how good she was, she certainly hadn’t been lying about it.

He didn’t want to intrude on her practice, so he just vanished instead of making himself known to her.

-

Though over the following week, Loki kept an eye out and whenever he saw Jade heading to the training hall with her bass, he would sneak inside to watch her practice. But he still never said anything to her, just kept it a secret.

Jade had settled in pretty well to the Avengers base. She liked them all, they made her welcome. She did have a soft spot for Loki, she liked his mischievousness and how he annoyed the others. She often gave him a bit of cheek but got the same right back.

One morning, Jade had joined the heroes for breakfast but was pretty quiet and barely touched her food. When she disappeared rather swiftly, some of the team was concerned.

‘Jade seems rather quiet this morning.’ Clint commented.

‘She’s going to meet the prince for the first time, the one she has to marry.’ Natasha said.

‘Oh.’ Was all Clint said in response.

‘I really feel for her, being forced into a marriage. I hope he’s a decent enough guy at least.’ Steve said.

‘I’m sure we will find out soon enough.’ Loki muttered. He felt really bad for her too.

-

Later in the day, Jade returned from her first meeting with the prince, Arthur. She had been flown out in one of SHIELD’s jets to meet him.

Jade didn’t speak to anyone as she rushed straight to her room, Loki didn’t even get a chance to say hi as she flew past him in a blur.

It wasn’t long before he saw her heading to the training hall with her bass. So he went to watch her again. This time, he felt his heart sinking for her. She had tears streaming down her face as she played and sang her heart out, letting everything out.

At dinner time, she didn’t appear. So Loki went to her room to check on her.

It took her a few minutes before she answered.

‘Oh, hi Loki.’ She didn’t even fake a smile.

‘It didn’t go well then?’ Loki asked softly.

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ She said stiffly.

Loki nodded in understanding. ‘Are you coming for dinner? Stark has gone fancy and bought us all some expensive steaks. They’re really good.’

‘I’m not really hungry. You can have mine.’ Jade said, giving him a very forced small smile.

‘Natasha has said that the lawyer is coming next Tuesday to meet with you… There might be some hope yet. We will think of something.’ Loki said as he reached out and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

He saw a slight glimmer of hope in her eyes.

‘I guess I could go some steak.’ Jade shrugged.

Loki smiled. ‘Come on then, before Thor eats ours.’

Jade went with Loki to join the others.

‘Hey, how did’ Steve was cut off as Loki glared at him and shook his head. So the team all quickly got the memo and didn’t mention the prince.

Jade relaxed again pretty quickly as she chatted with the team and laughed at their typical antics. She was able to forget… For a little while.

[lokiforever]

Just look at him how can someone call him a monster?!!!!! 😭

He's a sweet little baby!

He's a pure soul who was tortured, lied to, misunderstood, blamed, and degraded 😭🥺

He is not evil, he never was! Just broken.......all you need to do to make him happy is tell him that he's not unworthy, not a monster ; just let him cry his heart out and assure him that he's not weak by doing so ; listen to him! He's the sweetest and the softest baby!!🥺

That's all ❗

[annoyingboing]

what in the rom com did i just watch

[p4nishers]

can't believe tom hiddleston ACTUALLY interrupted the interviewer to say "one last thing, i think mobius is loki's friend and i don't think loki has ever had a friend before" like king. i love how u felt the need to add that truly

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“That was awesome. We have so many berries,” you dust the dirt off your capris as you stand. “What are you going to make with yours?” 

Loki squints up at the sky and doesn’t answer. You frown. He’s not paying attention. 

“Brother,” Thor calls him back to earth, “the little one asked a question.” 

“You may keep them all,” he says as he puts his chin down. “I have no need of berries.” 

“But... you helped pick them all. You should get some. Oo, have you ever tried berries and a cream? Or you could make a smoothie--” 

“I said keep them,” he slithers and pushes his jacket back to slide his hands into his pockets. “Are we done then?” 

“You’ve nowhere important to be,” Thor insists. “I would know.” 

You sway awkwardly. You don’t want to be a nuisance. Not like you always are. 

“You know, I had lots of fun. With all of you, but I think I should just go home now,” you suggest. “Thanks for coming.” You smile at Queenie, “it was nice to meet you.” You turn and look at Loki, “and you.” 

He peers down his nose at you as his lips thin. “It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.” 

You look back at the others, “what about the berries?” Queenie asks, “you could come over and show me how to make something.” She pauses and looks at Thor. He grins. 

“Of course she can,” he assures. “You could come now, even.” 

“I appreciate that but I gotta get going.” 

“We will message and arrange the details then,” Thor declares. “Drive safe.” 

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Queenie murmurs grimly. 

“I can’t wait,” you say. “Thank you for all your help, Loki.” 

His cheek ticks and he pushes his shoulders up, “it was nothing. Only got my suit dirty.” 

You giggle. He’s funny. Well, now he knows not to wear something so nice to a berry farm. 

“Alrighty, I’ll be going then. I wanna get some pictures of the bunnies before I go,” you chime. “Buh bye!” 

You turn and skip off. You’re wired with excitement. It might not have been a shining success but you made one friends at least. Queenie is nice and it seems like she needs a friend too. 

You stop by the bunny stall and snap some photos before you head off. You’ve spent enough money and time there. Besides, you don’t like driving in the dark and it’s a lot later than you thought. 

When you get home, your sister is there with Estelle. You head to kitchen to put your berries in the fridge. As you make space, Jada enters with her minion at her side. 

“Did you have fun playing in the dirt like a child?” She taunts. 

“Sure did,” you say as you slide the basket onto the shelf. 

“Sure looks like you did,” Estelle scoffs. 

You look down at your outfit. You have berry just on one knee and some soil on the other. Oh well, they aren’t your favourite pants. 

“You could’ve come. It was really cool. They had bunnies and a horse cart.” You say. 

“Did he stand you up?” Jada asks, ignoring your suggestion. 

“Stand me up? Who?” 

“Oh, don’t play dumb. Thor. You said that’s what he asked you outside the cafe. So what happened? Did he realise you’re a loser?” 

“I told you, he said he wanted me to meet his girlfriend. She’s nice,” you shrug. 

“Nice? She’s probably too good for you. I mean, she’s dating him.” She snickers. “Do you even know who Thor Odinson is? What he does?” 

“I would know. You gush about him all the time,” you stick your tongue out. 

“That’s not true,” she snaps. 

Estelle laughs, “you kinda of do... along with the rest of them.” 

“He’s a criminal,” Jada says. 

You just stare at her. “So why’d you let me go? I'm your sister?” 

“Oh, don’t do that,” she puffs. “You always are so pathetic. And stupid. You’re an adult, you can take care of yourself.” 

“Come on, Jada, don’t be bitter. You’re the one who’s obsessed with the outfit.” Estelle nudges her. 

“You’re taking her side?” Jada turns on her. 

“No, hell no. But you’re being dramatic. I bet he thought it was funny. She’s so dumb, it’s like having a clown at the party. Something to laugh at,” Estelle jeers. 

“Exactly,” Jada agrees and laugh tritely, “she is a clown.” 

You frown but don’t argue. She’ll just keep calling you names. You wait for her to go before you retreat to your room. The triumph of your day is quickly blotted out by the spiteful chittering you can hear in the front room. 

You wash up and get changed for bed. Maybe Queenie won’t message. Maybe it was all just a game to Thor. After all, what are you compared to him and his pretty, sophisticated girlfriend? And his brother seemed entirely unimpressed by it all. 

You fall asleep in a roil of doubt. You awake, little by little, and linger in bed as you search for the will to get up. You yawn and rub your eyes. You stand up and step into your slippers that look like cows. 

You go out to the kitchen and groggily flip on the electric kettle. As you wait for the water to boil, you go to the fridge and open it mindlessly. It’s more of a habit than an actual mission for anything. You skim the shelves and notice the empty space where your basket of berries should be. 

You let the door shut and look around the kitchen. The basket is empty on the counter. It must have been Jada. It’s like when you got that bottle of Coach perfume with your first pay check and she smash it against the school wall. 

What a waste. 

You hang your head and go back to your room. You’re hurt but not surprised. She’s been doing stuff like this for so long, you’re almost numb to it.  

You close your door slowly as you spot the dark stains across the front of your dresser. You flip the lights on and see the berry-coloured fingerprints all around the drawers. You cross the room and open the top drawer. You check every one and find the same thing in all. You must have slept through it all. 

All your clothes are smeared in berries. They’re starting to stink too. You take out a couple shirts and sigh. You could cry but that would only make Jada laugh louder. 

You shut the drawers and grab your phone from the charger. You go back to the kitchen as you weigh the day laundry to be done. A message pops up as you pour boiling water over a tea bag. You read the screen and swipe up the phone from the counter. 

‘I’ll send a car at noon. Queenie is looking forward to it.’ 

You read a re-read the invitation. It doesn’t leave you any room for rejection. Recalling Jada’s words, you don’t think it is an option. Thor might be nice but he is who he is. You might be just as stupid as they say getting yourself tangled up in all this mess. Yet, your only family are much more sinister than these people your sister claims to be criminals. You’ll take your chances with them. 

[dilfmobius]

a little mobius pick-me-up

[meep-meep-richie]

Loki, my dear, what´s going on in that beautiful head of you

[finleycannotdraw]

“it’s about who”

continuing my saga of having way too much fun drawing kisses and hands <3

wanted to draw something sweet bc we’ve only got one more episode!! how are we feeling?

[plscallmeeren]

H E A D C A N O N S

Loki Laufeyson / Odinson x Reader

Request: no just feeling in love

Summary: completely mixed batch of romantic headcanons including fluff, smut and some toxic things that would probably come into play at some point

Warnings: some general sexual stuff but nothing rough lol; mentions of extreme jealousy etc

Word Count: about 1K

He loves recommending books to you and talking about them afterward. It used to be him accidentally gushing about a book (usually poetry or fairy tales) and at some point you just started reading them without him knowing. Eventually he gave up on keeping the titles secret.

At first he was put off when you weren't too submissive during sex, but he adopted the "treat her like a Queen" idea and now, without diminishing his own pride, he looks forward to worshipping you every day.

He loves dancing - spinning you around the room, slow steps, but very close - anything. If you are in a room filled with of people he can show you off, but alone it is just as intimate.

When he's insecure, he can revert to considering himself superior. You generally let him be aloof for a while before addressing the problem directly, but it's a struggle every time to make him admit why he has low self esteem.

He has a treasured copy of Nordic fairy tales with beautiful illustrations that he shows only you. He lets you tenderly flip the pages, in awe at wonders like forest fairies, nymphs, glamorous witches and hags alike. Not like Thor, that 'oaf'.

One night, you sat on the edge of the your shared bed, legs bare, teasing him for how desperately he wanted you. He knelt before you, whispering "please", kissing his way up from your ankle to your thigh on one leg.

Loki hates it when she is a woman and is handles awkwardly at first. You have a habit of immediately talking to her or circling an arm around her waist when she enters the room so that she can't worry to the point of turning back into a male body.

He loved hearing his name from your lips as he pleasures you: "Loki, Loki, Loki". It is only right for a god to be subject to whispered prayer.

He makes fun of/critiques Thor a lot, but in quieter moments he loves telling childhood stories and Thor's adventures. On darker days he will ask whether you're sure you wouldn't prefer Thor - after all, everyone else did.

He lives to kiss you. It sounds dopey, but anywhere, anytime, in front of everyone - kissing you on the lips, on your neck, hair, chest, arms, especially hands. Anything to taste you, to feel as close as possible.

She feels particularly sound in her own body when you fuck her as a woman. When she's spread out before you, bare, there's no hiding who she is, and you are more than happy to ravage her as much as their common body.

Loki doesn't need much sleep. At night, he sometimes feels lonely and yearns for the halls of Asgard. He cries quietly in bed, careful not to wake you. Some days, he retreats to the library and sobs, cries absorbed by surrounding stories.

Tea. Tea. Tea. Always. And every time he makes a cup for himself, you get one, too. He knows your favourites and which ones you like at what time of day.

He writes you letters. Love letters full of poems - some of his own hand and others quoted - and confessions. Every swooping letter is drawn with careful precision, every reference a new find from the library in honour of you. Such a hopeless romantic. When you write such letters back, leaving them with him before he wakes, he almost sheds tears of bliss.

If you have tattoos or scars or burns - anything of the like - he will trace them, stare at them as he comes, turned on endlessly by every unique mark on your body. All his. No one else knows every freckle like him.

He is possessive. He always has been, and as much as you try and calm him and prevent jealousy... sometimes he yells at you for talking to someone else too much. Sometimes he whispers that you have betrayed him like his father. Sometimes you find him searching through your things; what for, you will never know.

Loki loves your laugh, and he will do the most ridiculous things to earn it. Before knowing you, he would have considered every antic and joke beneath him and embarrassing, but he hardly cares anymore. That is, until Thor laughs so loud from beside you that he can't hear anything at all.

Stargazing. He points out every constellation, knows every myth - some are inspired by people he knows.

He reads to you. He takes you on surprise picnics and plans fancy evenings.

He loved how you see through his lies and tall tales, but take him seriously or laugh anyway. Every one of them has a grain of truth, after all, and it doesn't make him untrustworthy.

He doesn't really swear, but secretly likes it when you sound harsh talking to others.

Loki will talk about your future all the time, especially after making love, rambling on about your house, lifestyle, garden, parties.

You talk for hours at once, incorrigible.

No one can calm him down like you. The moment you touch his arm when he's yelling at Thor or anyone else, it ceases, but he sometimes pretends to be angry a bit longer, just enough to get to your room and keep his pride in front of the others.

Loki loves you. Selflessly. Eternally. Insatiably.

[lokischickadee]

Loki on our birthday? My birthday is next week...☺️

Hey!! Happy early birthday!! I didnt know what kind of fic you wanted so I just did headcanons. I hope that was ok.

•first of all, he is such a soft baby for you!

•he would have your birthday on a calendar and would plan months in advance

•he knows you inside and out so he already knows what kind of cake and ice cream you like

•if you like big parties, he would call all of your friends and family (if you have a good relationship) and arrange a huge party

•but if you want something small and intimate, then he will make arrangements for that

•he would cook you your fav meal

•i feel like Frigga taught him how to cook so he would be really good

•if your culture has special foods that are served at birthdays then he will do his best to make them

•imagine Loki icing a cake🥺

•loki would make you a delicious cake decorate the house

•as for a gift, I think he would put a lot of feeling into his gifts

•I think Loki would ask would bring you something from Asgard

•like jewelry, books, flowers, exc

•he would stress so much tryin to make sure your gifts really express his love for you

•loki would be so nervous so when you open them, make sure to tell him how much you love them

•he would give you lots of kisses and tell you how much he loves you

•i think he would write you one or more letters for you to read on your birthday

•they would be so sweet and deep

•he would be the perfect boyfriend/husband on your birthday

Hope you enjoyed and happy birthday!!!

[fanficshiddles]

Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 11

‘Ok, try and block everything out. Everything but the sound of my voice.’ Loki said calmly, deeply.

He was crouched down on front of Grace while she sat on the bench in the training hall. He had his fingers placed on the sides of her forehead. He wasn’t going into her mind yet, he was trying to teach her to focus on certain things and how to block out everything else.

Being in the training hall while Thor, Natasha, Steve and Clint were training was the perfect place as it was noisy and highly distracting.

Grace tried to focus, while Loki’s voice was easy to listen to and focus on, there was a lot of distraction noise going on. But learning to block everything out was the first step. And whilst she had managed to block out the noises of the birds in the garden, that was easy in comparison to now.

She was almost there, the sounds of the others were starting to fade. Loki was using his powers to help slowly, slightly, boost her strength until she got the hang of it more.

‘Thor, surely you can get out from between Natasha’s thighs.’ Clint called out when she had Thor trapped down on the floor with her thighs around his head.

Grace’s eyes opened as she tried to stifle a laugh upon hearing that. Loki narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, with a little smirk. ‘Dirty, dirty mind.’ He purred, making her blush.

‘Sorry… sorry.’

Loki chuckled. ‘Quite alright, petal. One last try, then we take a break. You’ve done incredibly well for the first session.’

Grace took a few deep breaths as she closed her eyes once more. Loki did the same again too, helping her a little bit, just to strengthen the parts she needed so she’d get the hang of it.

She was able to zone out, so the noise in the background was fading once more. It was hazy, but she was getting there. All she concentrated on was Loki’s voice, nothing else mattered.

‘That’s it… Keep breathing deeply, focus on the blankness in your mind and nothing else but my voice.’ Loki spoke calmly, but firmly.

For a split second, she was able to block out other noise completely, but it quickly came back into her mind and she could hear the training going on again.

She opened her eyes in frustration, but was met with a big smile from Loki.

‘I’m shit at this.’ Grace whined.

‘Not at all. That was incredible, it can take weeks, if ever, for someone to be able to block out everything for even a split second, like what you just did. That was brilliant.’ Loki said excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

‘Really?’ She could tell by how excited he was, that he was obviously being truthful. It must be a rather big deal.

‘I promise you.’ Loki stood up and put his hands out to her.

She took them and he pulled her up to her feet, then he kept a hold of one hand and led her out of the hall. Natasha looked at Clint, they had both seen them holding hands, so shared a knowing look with one another.

-

That afternoon, Loki, Thor and Wanda went into the city for a scout around, looking for Kilgrave or any sign of him being there. They weren’t successful, though there were still weird killings going on and just weird things in general that could only really be explained by his presence in the city. 

When they returned, Loki was told by Natasha not to enter the kitchen. 

‘Why not?’ Loki frowned. 

‘Grace’s request…’ Natasha said awkwardly. 

‘Is she ok?’ Loki asked. 

‘Yeah…’ Natasha didn’t sound overly confident on that though, which worried Loki. 

So even though Natasha tried to physically stop him, he just pushed her out of the way and rushed straight in. He stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw. 

Grace was covered in what looked like various sauces, and the kitchen counters were a mess. There were three failed dishes sitting at the side, two badly burnt and another that looked like soup that wasn’t supposed to be soup… 

She was just taking out a fourth attempt at another dish, but it was a disaster too. 

‘Noooo!’ She cried as she threw the dish onto the counter. 

‘Are you alright?’ Loki asked as he headed round the island to join her. 

‘Loki! I… no… I just, I just really wanted to do something nice for you. After everything you do for me. But I can’t even get a single dish right.’ She was doing her best not to cry, she was really annoyed and disappointed with herself. 

‘Aww, I appreciate the thought and many attempts…’ Loki felt bad for the fact he was trying not to laugh as he looked at the various attempts. ‘Perhaps cooking is just not your forte, it’s not for a lot of people.’ 

Grace looked up and she narrowed her eyes at him. ‘Wait… are you finding this amusing?’ She folded her arms over her chest. 

‘A little…’ Loki said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. ‘Sorry, petal. But it is rather amusing, and flattering too that you’ve tried so hard.’

She smiled a little. ‘Yeah, maybe cooking really isn’t one of my strong points. It’s just so annoying, I wanted to make you happy.’ She looked down sadly. 

Loki gently cupped her chin and raised her head back up, then he used his thumb to wipe some sauce off her cheek. 

‘You make me happy every day just by being here.’

Her cheeks turned red and she shyly looked down again. ‘Uhm… well, I should tidy this all up and maybe I could buy us takeaway instead? At least I can’t mess that up.’ She laughed and moved to the side to start tidying. 

But Loki waved his hand and had everything disappear, leaving the place tidy and clean. She gasped lightly and spun round to Loki again. 

‘Saves some time.’ He smirked with a shrug. ‘What takeaway do you fancy?’ He conjured up some menus. 

‘You pick. It’s supposed to be my treat for you.’ Grace said as she sat down at the island, Loki joined her. 

After deciding on what to order, Loki and Grace went to the chill out room to eat and relax more. Grace was still a little annoyed that her original plan of cooking something for Loki had gone to pot. And Loki could tell. 

He reached over and gave her knee a gentle squeeze. ‘Hey. I really do appreciate you trying to cook for me. How long were you at it for?’ 

‘Uhm… pretty much when you left earlier, I started on it.’ She admitted. 

‘Ah. Well, as I said I really appreciate the effort.’ He smiled softly, making her smile too. 

‘I’m guessing there was no sign of him?’ 

‘No… there wasn’t. But Bruce and Tony seem to have had a bit of a revelation with a cell they’re building that just may contain his powers as well as him. They need Wanda to play Guinea-pig with it in a few days. But they’re pretty confident about it.’ 

Grace nodded. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the thought of Kilgrave being captured and in the same building. If they could even capture him, that is. 

After eating dinner, Loki and Grace joined the team to watch a movie before going to bed. Loki was not long in his room, getting settled in bed when he sensed someone hovering just outside his door.

When he went over to see who it was after conjuring up a robe to wear, he was greeted with a sheepish looking Grace in her pyjamas in the hall.

‘Grace? Are you alright?’ He asked softly.

‘I uh… Sorry, don’t want to bother you.’ She stammered and began walking away.

‘Grace, wait.’ Loki called out to her, she turned back to face him. ‘Do you want to come in?’ He motioned into his room.

She shyly headed back towards him and went in, Loki rubbed her upper arms and kissed the top of her head. ‘Scared to go to bed?’ He asked knowingly.

Grace nodded, looking down. ‘I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bug you, but I… I was wondering if I could maybe sleep on your sofa or something?’ She asked nervously, looking to the sofa he had in his room.

‘I can offer something better than that measly sofa. If you want to, you can sleep in my bed with me. I promise, no funny business.’ Loki held his hands up.

She blushed a little and laughed. ‘If you’re sure, I don’t want to intrude.’

‘Of course I’m sure. But only if you want to.’

Grace nodded in response.

When she got into Loki’s bed, she averted her eyes when Loki removed his robe, he was wearing boxers but she didn’t want to be caught staring at his chest.

Loki climbed in next to her and when he put his arm out, silently asking if she wanted to cuddle, she didn’t hesitate on shifting over to snuggle into him under his arm.

‘Thank you, Loki. I feel so safe with you.’ Grace said with a calming sigh as she tilted her head up to look at him.

‘You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that, petal.’ He said quietly while rubbing her arm, smiling at her.

Their eyes locked and Grace felt her heart racing as Loki’s eyes then glanced down to her lips. He leaned down slowly, giving her time to move back if she wanted to, but instead she closed her eyes and moved in closer too.

When their lips connected, Grace and Loki both felt like their hearts exploded in pure happiness.

Loki gently cupped her cheek with one hand while they continued to kiss softly.

When they broke the kiss, Loki noticed her cheeks were bright red. ‘Hmmm.’

‘What?’ Grace asked quietly.

‘I promised no funny business, but it seems I’ve already broken that and you’ve been in my bed only two minutes.’ He grinned.

‘Well, you said funny business and I’m yet to laugh. Soooo… I don’t think you’ve broken your promise yet.’ Grace teased.

‘Cheeky! I’ll make you laugh.’ He growled playfully and slipped his hands down her body to tickle her sides, making her laugh and squeal.

‘See, there’s your funny business.’ He grinned and kissed her again as he stilled his fingers on her sides.

She giggled against his lips as he then slipped his arms around her to pull her in tightly to him again, keeping her safe in his strong arms. She sighed contently as she got comfortable against his warm body, already able to tell that sleep would hit her easily that night, as it would for Loki too.

[daisybell17]

Why do you love me? — Loki

“Why do you love me?” It came out of nowhere. You and Loki were just enjoying the silence of the night in your shared bed.

Looking up from the book in his hands, Loki’s eyebrows pressed together, a much more concerned look displayed the features of his face and his eyes locked onto yours…”What?”

“Why do you love me?” You repeated, eyes tearing up and that familiar pang in your throat rising

“Why do I love you? Because you’re…you?”

“What about me screams “I love you with all my heart!”?”

Loki chuckled and put his book away “Love I love you because you’re you. It’s that simple. I love every aspect of you, even the flaws you claim you have…I love…”

You started sobbing…

“Hey hey…Love what’s wrong?”

“Just…i don’t know…life? memories? everything? I feel like an idiot” You had admitted, letting your true feelings out

“You’re not an idiot for feeling…it’s being human…” He places his arms around your body, allowing you to rest your head against his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm and back

“I’m sorry…i know i ask so many stupid questions, but sometimes i really wonder why you love me…”

“You’re not stupid and don’t apologise please…I love you…you’re the most precious being I have had the honour to know…the fact you even entertained me in the first place is nothing short but a miracle…”

You looked up at him with a small smile plastering your face as tears continued to roll down your cheeks

“I know your mind makes you think all the bad thoughts…but my darling I will remind you today and for the rest of our lives that you are worthy, deserving and absolutely made for love…and i will fight anyone who says otherwise, even your own mind…

You buried your face into his chest as he continued to spoil you with sweet nothings

“and to answer your question again my darling…I love you…for you…kiss…for your heart…kiss…for your soul…kiss…your passion and drive…kiss…the strength you carry…kiss… the kindness you spread…kiss…and so…kiss…much…kiss…more…kiss…”

“thank you…for choosing me…” You murmured

“darling…i would choose you over and over again…you were never an option, you were always the only option”

You nuzzled against his neck and he lifted your chin, bringing your lips to his

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(a/n): i just wanted to write something sweet 🥹 i need a hug from loki tbh

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You park among the rows of cars as you vibrate with excitement. You asked Jada one last time if she wanted to come. When you told her Thor would be there, she scoffed and said you’d come back crying when you got stood up.

Silly her, it’s not a date. Derrrr. 

Your mom said it sounded fun but also declined your invitation. Something about the allergies you never knew she had before. You didn’t bother even telling your dad. He doesn’t care much what you’re up to. 

Still, they can’t rain on the day. It’s so sunny and bright and you’re going to have a lot of fun and make a new friend. You hope it’s not awkward. You would hate to be a third wheel. 

You get out and follow a family through the archway that denotes the entrance. You pay your entry fee and they put a red wristband on you. You smile and turn, squeeing as you see the best sign you’ve ever seen in your life; Bunny Patch. What’s that? 

You rush over to the pen of bunnies, between the pie vendor and the berry lemonade stand. This is a lot more than you expected. You fawn at the furry little creatures, some hopping, some lazing around, others chewing on carrots and lettuce. You like the ones with the long hair on their cheeks. So, cute. 

“Sweetness,” the thunderous voice scatters the children at your side. 

You turn to face Thor as he marches toward you, his hand around that of a pretty woman in a red dress. It’s sophisticated and cute with bows on the straps. You’re a bit insecure about your own choice of pink capris and a polka dot blouse with heart buttons. 

“Ah, there she is. Kitten, this is the friend I spoke of. Sweetness, this is my beloved, Queenie,” Thor gestures between you. 

“Hi,” you open and close your hand in an awkward half-wave, suddenly nervous. 

“And...” Thor continues then searches behind him. “Brother, what are you doing?” 

“It smells like rabbit droppings,” a voice slithers behind him. 

“Hm, yes, that would likely be the rabbtis,” Thor tuts. “Here,” He reaches behind him and pulls a man up next to him. An inch short and more than a few less horizontally. The man is lithe, like a cat, his black hair as sleek as his suit. “I’ve brought a fourth to even out our party. My brother, Loki.” 

The man’s green eyes narrow on you and he looks you up and down. He turns to his brother with a crinkle in his nose. He rips his arm from the other man’s grasp roughly, “you’ve brought me to this place for what? To stain my hands on crushed berries?” 

“I brought you here to have fun,” Thor deepens his tone. “So, you will behave and be nice.” 

“Yes, mother,” Loki rolls his eyes. He crosses his arms and turns his chagrin upon the bunnies. “Ugh, filthy animals.” 

You look at the other woman and she seems just as unsettled by the whole affair. “Look at that one,” you step closer to the pen door. “The black one. He looks soft.” 

“Ah, reminds me of you, Loki,” Thor slaps his back as he drags the woman at his side up to the stall. “Look, he even glowers like you. Likely why the others keep their space.” 

Loki huffs and doesn’t say a word. You glance over at the other woman and smile at her sheepishly. She looks back at you with a hollow smile of her own. 

“I like your dress,” you say. “The bows are pretty.” 

“Oh, thanks,” she peeks up at Thor. “It was a gift.” 

“Oo, nice.” You say, “um, are you excited to pick berries?” 

“Yeah, sure, I suppose... it’s nice to get out,” she nods. 

“Go on then, we’ll catch up. Save some room in the baskets,” Thor bends to kiss her cheek then lets her go. “I think my brother needs some of that berry wine to loosen his collar.” 

You smile at them. Thor returns the sentiment but Loki just shakes his head. The latter is led away by a large hand on his shoulder. You exhale and return your attention to the other woman. 

“Have you known Thor a very long time?” You ask. 

“Oh, erm,” she shrugs, “we just... it’s new.” She peers around and points toward the table trading baskets for money. “Let’s go get some berries.” 

“Right,” you agree. 

You cross the dirt and wait your turn in line. You’re a bit awkward. It’s just that new people make you nervous and you didn’t expect Loki too. 

“Have you known Thor a while?” She asks you suddenly. 

You blanch at her, “oh no, I met him the other day. He told me... he wanted me to meet you. That you needed a friend.” 

“Oh, he did? I guess I do,” she says thinly. 

“I’m sorry. You know? If this is too much. If you don’t want to know me.” You sink your chin down. “My own sister doesn’t even like me.” 

“Hm, mine either,” she says. “It’s not your fault. Don’t be sorry.” She sniffs and lets out a sigh. “I really could use a friend.” 

“Me too,” you trill. “What are you going to do with your berries? I wanna try making jam.” 

“I don’t know. Didn’t think about it,” she says. 

“Well, you can think as we pick,” you grab her hand and pull her up to the table as your turn comes. 

You get your baskets and head off into the rows of berries. You scavenge a mostly untouched patch at the far end. You tell Queenie about your sister and her friends. She doesn’t say a lot about herself though. 

“Ah, and have we a full harvest?” Thor stamps onto a bunch of berries and they burst into the dirt. He lifts his foot with a guilty, “oops.” 

“Do watch where you step, brother,” Loki sneers. 

“I find it hard to concentrate with such pretty women around,” Thor turns and squats next to Queenie. He picks some berries and drops them into her basket. “Mother always made a nice strawberry rhubard, didn’t she? She might show you the recipe, kitten.” 

Queenie nods. Loki stays standing, right beside you. You look up as his silhouette darkens in the sunlight. He huffs and says nothing. 

“Brother, you should join in. It’s rather fun. I feel as if I am a farmer in the old days,” Thor muses. 

You take a lush berry and admire the redness. You smell it and take a bite, tasting the sweetness. You hum and another scoff comes from above. 

“What are you doing? That is unwashed?” 

You peer up and chew, swallowing abruptly as you hide the uneaten leaves in the basket. “Nothing,” you lie. 

Thor chortles and murmurs something you can’t make out to Queenie. 

“You will get a parasite,” Loki insists, “you should wash all fruit before consuming.” 

“Can you blame her? She is picking all alone. She needs the sustenance for all her hard work,” Thor taunts. 

Loki flicks his fingers at his brother. He stares down at you tersely. You look down then lift another berry, raising your chin at the same time, “try one.” 

“Are you mad? I just told you. You’ll have worms crawling in your brain.” 

“Hm, well, worth it,” you bite the berry. “They’re yummy.” 

“Don’t--” He bends his knees and swats away what’s left in your hand, “that’s dangerous.” 

Thor purrs under his breath as he reaches across Queenie to dump a handful into her basket. You peel your eyes away from the intimate moment. You shrug and look at Loki. 

“I’ll be fine.” You grab another berry and he catches your hand before you can raise it to your mouth. You turn the berry between your fingers and aim it at him. “Try it.” 

He narrows his eyes. You smile. He lets you go and snatches it. He stares it down and takes the smallest bite of the tip. 

“Tastes like dirt,” he flings it away. “Told you, they need to be washed.” 

“Hmm, well, once we fill the basket, I’ll be sure to do so,” you hold up the wicker. 

He gives it a dull look then reaches to collect berries, pinch by pinch until he has a handful. He tosses them into your basket. You put your focus back to the tangled leaves and stems. This isn’t so bad. Better than Jada and her insults. 

[dilfmobius]

just a little lokius fic set right after X-5's capture :)

“We’ll be right behind you,” says Loki, waving B-15 off.

She looks at him, eyebrow raised, but walks through the time door with X-5 securely cuffed at her side.

“Uh, Loki?” Mobius asks, confused.

“You okay?” Loki asks, shoulders squared and hands in his pockets. He’s tense.

“What?” Mobius blinks at the god in front of him. “Yeah, I’m fine?”

“Are you sure? X-5 pushed you into the wall pretty hard.” Loki clears his throat and continues, “Looked like you hit your head.”

Mobius’ reaches to touch the back of his head, his fingers brushing a small, tender lump. He winces.

Loki takes notice and moves in closer. He replaces Mobius’ hand with his own, gently cradling the back of his head.

Green light glows from Loki’s palm and Mobius feels a thrumming across his skull. It’s not painful or uncomfortable, in fact it’s one of the most comforting feelings Mobius’ has ever experienced. His breath hitches, at the sudden warmth caused by Loki’s magic and proximity.

Loki looks down at Mobius, eyes dancing between the agent’s gaze and his slightly parted lips.

It would be so easy to pull Mobius in, close the gap between them, and for Loki to seal his mouth over Mobius’.

Instead, he finishes healing the bump on Mobius’ head, and steps away. His gaze is soft and he isn’t as tense as he was moments ago. 

Mobius swallows, pushing down the hot desire that had built in his chest. He really thought for a moment that Loki was going to kiss him, and that it was going to be the most glorious thing that has ever happened to him.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Loki’s voice pulls Mobius back. 

“Um, no, I’m really fine now.” Mobius touches the spot on his head where a lump should be, but touches nothing but smooth hair and healed skin. “Promise. And, uh, thank you.”

Loki smiles at him and reaches out to grab Mobius by the forearms. He smooths his hands over the rough fabric, up and down, and Mobius feels himself flush ever so slightly . 

The amount of tender care Loki is performing for Mobius is such a turn from minutes ago when he had X-5 up against that wall, pinned by the shadows of his two clones. The piercing, dark gaze reserved for X-5 has now softened, and Mobius is swallowed by pools of tranquil blue.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” Loki says, casually, and it catches Mobius off guard. “And you’re welcome.” Mobius can’t help the dopey smile that spreads across his face at Loki’s sincerity.

They stand there for a moment, just smiling softly at each other like idiots. It’s nice.

Mobius is the one to speak up.

“By the way, that whole thing. The crowd,” Mobius waves behind him and then gestures towards the spots where the two other Lokis stood, “Conjuring up multiple yous. That sure was something.”

Loki just shrugs. “You’ve seen me do it before, I’m sure, in your many years of studying me.” There’s a slight teasing tone in the god’s voice that puts Mobius at ease.

“Sure, it’s one thing to see it on a screen,” Mobius says. “But to see it in person? To see you in action like that? I know I said it was a little over the top, but it’s awesome. You’re awesome.”

Loki chuckles and looks down at his shoes, willing the moisture in his eyes away. And because Mobius knows Loki, he tries to distract him by saying,

“Now, was that illusion projection or duplication casting?”

“Oh, shut up,” Loki says looking back up at Mobius, he laughs and a stray tear makes its way down his face.

Now it’s Mobius turn to inch forward. He reaches up to wipe Loki’s cheek, and lets his hand linger to cradle his face.

Loki sniffs and leans into Mobius’ palm, almost nuzzling into the touch. 

“We should go,” says Mobius. “B-15 will come looking for us.”

Loki nods and Mobius pulls away. Neither revel in the sudden cold left between them.

Mobius taps away at his TemPad and pulls up a door. The agent nods for Loki to follow him but before Mobius can move Loki grabs his arms and pulls him back.

“Loki, wha—“ Mobius is cut off by soft lips pressed against his.

It’s quick, a peck really, nothing major, but Mobius freezes as Loki pulls away, his brain stuttering to a halt. Loki retreats back a little and shoves his hands in his pants pockets once more.

“Better late than never, I suppose,” Loki says with a shy smile on his lips.

“Loki,” Mobius breathes out and closes the gap between them once more.

His hands come up to hold Loki’s face and Loki is swift to wrap his arms around Mobius’ waist. They kiss, softly and with purpose, forgetting about the disaster waiting for them through that glowing, orange door. 

There isn’t a soul around to spoil this one precious moment. It’s all theirs, and it’s all that matters; wrapped around each other in this empty lot in 1977 London.

Loki’s hands wander underneath Mobius’ suit jacket and slide up his back, bringing him even closer, if that’s possible. Mobius sighs into Loki’s mouth and tangles his fingers in the god’s soft, dark curls, unable to deny the heat unfurling in his belly.

Loki is the first one to pull away, much to Mobius’ dismay. He presses their foreheads together and bumps his nose against Mobius’.

“We really do need to be going,” the god says quietly.

“When all of this is over,” Mobius starts, “and we’ve won… will you stay?” 

Loki’s throat feels tight, constricting around the lump of emotion settling there, and his eyes water.

“Where else would I go?” Loki asks.

“Anywhere you want,” Mobius replies. “You could go home.”

Loki shakes his head and presses forward to place another kiss to Mobius’ lips, sweeter this time, feeling the lump in his throat dissolve into his chest and blooms into something warm and promising.

When they pull apart, Loki looks down at his analyst and says, “I’m already there.”