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im-a-satanic-ritual · 2 years ago

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This will never not be in my top five fave thor fics

Consider how soft Thor would be with his pregnant wife riding him. They’re face to face, his hand on her bump as they kiss and just feel each other 🥺

A/N: Thor x F!Reader. Pregnancy Smut. Fluff.

“I need pickles,” you whisper in Thor’s ear as he dozes on the couch.

He pops an eye open, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “Pickles, eh?”

“And cherries,” you add. “And that blue agave sriracha and mochi doughnuts and garden veggie cream cheese, but from that deli down the street.”

“Mmm okay,” he says as he tucks into the couch. “In a little bit. Stark had me out until dawn doing clean-up for that toxic sludge creature.”

He’s been shockingly busy between taking care of you, running errands for you, and then accepting all of your missions that Stark had assigned.

“She can’t be out of commission just yet, Legends of the Fall? She’s my best asset.”

“I suggest you forget about her assets because she’s on bed rest. She’s carrying my child.”

“Yes - yes, but she isn’t that far along!”

“One more word and I’ll throw Mjolnir through your garage.”

You were told to rest. The doctor simply didn’t know how your body would handle a half-Asgardian fetus. So far - you’d become a voracious eater. It was as if you were feasting for five and all of it seemed to go to your belly.

“Thor,” you murmur as you plop down on the couch. He feels you lean over him - your newly heavy breasts brushing over his chest - your breath puffing against his cheekbone. “Poor baby…did Stark overwork you?”

He peeks an eye at you - already attuned to your smell. There's something hot as honey caught in your essence - the velvet crush of your skin. It's life. It's him. You reek of him and that makes his lungs tight - his breathing uneven.

The pregnancy has also made you insatiable for sex. You’d loved fucking before, but it was as if something has twisted it up to eleven. He wasn’t complaining, but he was also exhausted and spread thin and -

“What are you doing?” he queries as your hand falls on his crotch - gripping him gingerly over his sweats.

“Hmm?”

“Is this a seduction, woman?” He teases you as he shifts under the pressure of your new body - his gaze raking over your full mouth. “Was this morning not enough for you?”

“No…I want to taste you,” you croon and gods help him his cock jumps against your palm. Something deep and gritty rumbles in his chest as you tug his sweats down - as you lick the head of his cock and then take him to the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he rasps as his hips buck up beneath you. It’s too much with your eyes shining up at him, with that brilliant pregnancy glow that has only enhanced your beauty. You’re soft and full and so self-assured. Every night that he comes home, you look up at him like he hung the moon or the sun or splattered the stars across the sky.

He'd do it for you, of course. He'd do anything for you.

He tries to catch his breath as his hands grip the edge of cushion beneath him. His thighs tremble when you suction your mouth and flick your tongue. You swallow him deeper - the slick gurgle of your throat accepting him to the base.

“Good girl,” He grunts - head tipping back on the couch’s arm. His muscles strain as he keeps himself from fisting your hair and shoving himself to the hilt. “My gorgeous little wife.”

Suddenly, he doesn’t want to finish like this. He sits up - pushing you back so that you release him with a wet pop. You sweep your tongue over your lips, your eyes glinting at him expectedly.

"Needy," you taunt and he laughs.

"You're the most needy thing I have ever met," he returns as he clutches you. His voice is husky - a whisper that he hums against your skin as he noses at your throat and jaw. "So damn needy for me at all hours. Desperate to get my cock in you. Make the ache go away."

His words force a moan from your lips and he grins - delighted that's unnerved you.

"Let me make it better, my love," he continues as he slides his hand down between your thighs.

It takes nothing for him to strip you of your leggings - the oversized t-shirt. He sets you on his lap, his ass practically hanging off the edge of the couch so he can plant his feet and leverage his weight.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he smirks at you - indulgent and desperate and in love. He grasps his cock, lining it up and when you sink down on it, he gasps. You’re so fucking tight - hot and dripping wet. He’s gone down on you for hours and you taste sweeter - like sugar in milk.

“Ride me like this, my love,” he coaxes as you roll your hips forward. He meets you thrust for thrust - his strokes long and deep and inexorable. He drops his head to nip at your breasts, to suck marks into the sensitive flesh of your nipples. He slides his hand over your belly, thumb moving in soothing circles against the stretched skin. “Look at what you’ve given me,” He forces you closer, his eyes boring straight into yours until it seems like everything might just burst - explode into nothing - fall like confetti.

The thing was that it could. He’d be perfectly happy with just you and this apartment with its creaking wood floors and white bed. It could all go away except for you and he'd be content.

“You’re mine,” he declares - the bite of a growl underneath it as he fucks up into you. “You’re mine, yes?”

You nod urgently - cunt clamping down around his pulsing cock - fingertips digging into the nape of his neck beneath the curtain of his hair. “I feel you,” he says in a near-broken voice as he curls his thick arms around your waist and crushes you against his chest. He wants to pull you into him. He wants to feel the drumbeat thump of your heart. Your stomach is round and swollen between them and Thor realizes that he can also catch the flutter of a beat there - right up against his abdominals. The child. The baby he never thought he’d have with the life he had lived. “I can feel you,” he repeats as you cradle his jaw and kiss him fervently again and again until he cannot make out the difference in heartbeats and warm breath.

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avengerscompound · 1 year ago

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The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings: smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis: It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note: Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment. But I am still doing these if you have requests. This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table. Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date. Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal. It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said. “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said. “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows. “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said. “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him. “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony. “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing. Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone. And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table. And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them. Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said. “Can we?”

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered.

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued. “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed. The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any. “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table. Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down. Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts. It was quite a sight under the table. Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread. Some of the men were already half-hard. I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most. She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up. Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs. She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit. I wondered what she looked like right now. How she was hiding what was happening. If she was hiding it. From where I was, it seemed so obvious. Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward. I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs. I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it. She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said. “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table. I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while. I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded. “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing. “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear. I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony. Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation. It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him. “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips. “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said. “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth. “Jesus,” he cursed. “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt. “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy. I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded. “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out. “That was awesome,” he said. “Now what? Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked. “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said. “If she can guess, then they can make her come. If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said. “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube. What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube. Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table. “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra. I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside. Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision. When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table. They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves. There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me. Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit. They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work. I could feel the scratch of their beard. Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue. It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me. I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor. The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard. I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover. I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word. He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it. Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control. It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said. “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up. It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky. This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them. He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles. There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed. “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned. “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially. He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it. As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it. The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast. His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight. Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away. I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place. Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two. I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out. I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha. Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me. I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back. “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it. She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit. It was intense. I couldn’t focus. Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table. It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure. In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there. Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had. There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place. No metal hand. That cut out Bucky. Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven. Which just left Tony and Sam. I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said. “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me. As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast. I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft. “Oh god, Sam. Please…” I didn’t even know what I was pleading for. I just knew I needed something. More, harder, slow down, be gentle. Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more. He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised. “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table. “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound. He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips. “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again. “Yeah. I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit. Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it. “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it. I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me. He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep. I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix. “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit. He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could. “Bucky,” I moaned. “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips. I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together. Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him. As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four. It wound around me like a warm blanket. I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely. It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms. He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me. “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded. “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan. It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs. They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately. They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you. I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him. “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt. “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me. He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me. I cried out and reached above my head. Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had. He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table. My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding. It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me. Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him. “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did. “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away. A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled. “I knew there was no point trying to trick you. But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg. It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table. I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused. It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased. Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me. My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit. I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture. I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge. “Please. Please, Wanda. I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table. It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed. “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said. “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly. “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs. It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs. His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit. There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away. I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes. Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular. That didn’t exactly narrow it down either. And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked.

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping. “Well done, that’s all of you. How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically. “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt. I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back. As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast. The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied. “You want to see?”

I nodded. “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me. I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in. Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me. Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock. Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me. The others were spaced around the table. Most just watching. Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm. Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely. But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure. I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table. I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment. Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too. Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me. Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm. Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood. “Okay. How about we clean up here and head downstairs? I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.”

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me. He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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zepskies · 8 months ago

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TOM HIDDLESTON MASTERLIST

Loki ❇️

Avengers/MCU

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

A Vow of Silence** - (Loki x OFC)

When Thor leaves for Earth after destroying Malekith, Loki sits on the throne wearing Odin’s guise. Ada, sister to Fandral and an apprentice healer, discovers his rouse by the fate of her own terrible curiosity. The price of her silence is her life, and the God of Mischief finds he quite likes teasing her with it.

[Set before and through Thor: Ragnarok.]

Series Complete

James Conrad ⛰️

Kong Skull Island

Extraordinary - (Conrad x OFC)

Ada Bennett is an anti-war journalist who too often makes impulsive decisions that don't always work out in her favor. Not taking the TIME piece is one. Trusting James Conrad could be another.

Time** - (Conrad x OFC)

Since surviving Skull Island, Conrad has been living in New York with his new girlfriend Ada, trying to move onwards with his life and deal with the psychological consequences of his final mission. He thought he was doing pretty well at both, until Ada scores them a free trip to England, intent on meeting his mother.

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feelmyroarrrr · 2 years ago

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Ohhh that last bit, imma grab my axe and go stand guard!!!!

Cries of Thunder

Chapter Twenty-One

Master List | Thor Odinson Master List

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Fallon Smith (post Ragnarok - no Thanos)

Warnings: This story deals with themes of past spousal abuse to the extremes. There is a chance that all chapters may deal with tough or triggering themes. Please read with caution. Angst, Loki being Loki, and Thor being *chef’s kiss*

Fallon woke to a gentle dawn through the uncovered window, a warm body at her back, and a large hand holding her breast. Surprisingly, panic didn't flood her veins or send acid rolling in her stomach. She didn't stiffen, flinch, or cringe away; it took thirty seconds to figure out why.

Jay had not slept in the same bed as her in seven years.

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middleearthpixie · 2 years ago

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter Ten

Summary: A price on his head, Loki of Asgard finds himself stranded on Earth and in need of one woman's help in order to free himself from the bounty and try to reclaim what he sees as his rightful throne in Asgard.

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki, Shannon, Agent Phil Coulson

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.4k

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Shattered wood and icy water sprayed down around Loki as he found himself staring up at a mockingly bright red-and-white striped awning and rows of evil-looking wide-eyed clowns with gaping mouths. The pain blazing through him was hotter than any he’d ever felt—it was worse than when the Kursed drove the spear through him, and that was saying something.

Anyone who’d been anywhere near them had bolted in all directions, vaulting over the railing to the sandy beach, knocking others down in their haste and those who didn't run were instead herded away from the scene by soldiers in black fatigues.

Loki groaned as he rose onto his elbows, and managed to sit up. Blood trickled down his left cheek from the gash at his temple. Wonderful. But that didn’t matter nearly as much as the fury that sliced through him when he saw McKenna on her knees, her hands behind her back, and the soldier with the gun poised at her back.

The pain receded as he twitched his fingers and his dagger sat warm in the palm of his right hand. All he need do was throw and she’d be free in a heartbeat.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Loki palmed the dagger, rising slowly to glare at Agent Coulson, growling, “Didn't I already kill you once?”

Coulson lifted his weapon. “It would appear you did nothing of the sort, wouldn’t you say?”

“Let her go,” Loki said, nodding toward McKenna “She has nothing to do with this. It’s between you and I and no one else.”

“So,” Coulson met his gaze without a flinch, “do you meant to tell me she isn’t with you?”

“She is, but only because I took her.”

Coulson’s normally dour expression cracked into a bit of a smile. “Really? I don’t think so.”

“You think wrong. I’m well-skilled at manipulation. Let her go and you can have me. She has nothing to do with this.”

“Loki, don’t,” McKenna said as the soldier at her side grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her feet.

“This is my bargain, son of Coul. Let her go and I will come with you. Or, I can kill you again. And this time, you will stay dead.”

“Let her go.” Coulson didn’t so much as look at McKenna. He wisely kept his eyes trained on Loki.

With a clatter of metal, McKenna's hands were freed and she rubbed her wrists, her eyes shooting daggers at the soldier standing next to her. Then, she turned her gaze to Loki and if he thought her eyes had been filled with fear the first time they met his, it was nothing to what he saw in them now.

Loki flicked his fingers and the dagger disappeared and he held up both hands. McKenna stepped up to him, her eyes wide as she shook her head. “Don’t do this, Loki. Do not go with him. You know what will happen if you do.”

“It will be all right,” he told her softly, looking from her to Coulson and back. “But, you should go now.”

“No, Loki, wait—” Her words were cut off as one of the agents grabbed her around the waist to haul her away.

“Take care with her,” Loki growled. It took every bit of self-control he possessed to not blast the man into Hel, but he knew if he did, they’d open fire and the risk of McKenna being hit was far too great. “She is not to be manhandled and you will not follow her once she leaves here. I mean it, Son of Coul, she has nothing to do with this.”

Coulson smirked. “I don’t really think you’re in any position to bargain, Loki. The game’s over now. You’ve lost, just as I said you would.”

Fury burned through him, but he held out his hands and allowed Coulson to bind his wrists in metal cuffs. He held the smaller man’s stare without blinking as Coulson stepped back and cleared his throat. “Let’s go.”

With a none-too-gentle shove, Coulson pushed Loki away from the demolished stand, marching him in the opposite direction. Loki cast one last look over his shoulder at McKenna, who remained where she was, with an agent on either side of her and his stomach clenched at the realization that Coulson was not about to honor his promise.

Sure enough, the soldier on McKenna's left shoved her back to her knees and yanked her hands behind her back once more. Only this time, there was nothing he could do. The metal bands about his wrists were impenetrable to magic, no doubt a lesson learned by S.H.I.E.L.D. in dealing with him.

“You lied to me, son of Coul,” he gritted, narrowing his eyes at the slight, unassuming agent who’d bested him.

“That I did. You didn’t think we would let her go, did you?”

“I told you, she has nothing to do with me, or with what happened in New York. I landed in her apartment and threatened her if she didn’t assist me. Can you fault her for choosing to help me over dying?”

“I didn’t know you had it in you to give anyone a choice,” Coulson replied, nudging him in the back with the muzzle of the gun. “I thought you preferred to just kill them and be done with it.”

“You have no idea what I prefer. You know what my brother has told you, and he is a bumbling oaf.”

“He managed to defeat you twice, though.”

Loki narrowed his eyes as he glared at Coulson over his shoulder. “Do you think you will be able to say the same? I’ve learned a few more tricks since the last time I ran you through. Perhaps the next time, medics won’t reach you in time.”

That made Coulson’s face go pale, but to his credit, he didn’t flinch as he said, “Did you threaten the girl the same way? Did that make you feel like an all-powerful god? Threatening a girl as tiny as that one?”

Loki couldn’t help but smile. She was tiny, but that didn't stop her from standing up to him, despite her obvious fear. She was also kindhearted enough to help him, to show him a kindness only one other person ever really thought him worthy of receiving.

He shook his head as Coulson marched him away from the ruined stand and down the ramp to the street, where S.H.I.E.L.D had at least four different SUVs blocking off the roadway, their grills flashing red and blue, the lights bouncing off the windows and plate glass store fronts around them. “I didn't have to threaten her. I merely let her think it would be in her best interest to aid me.”

“Ever the gentleman.”

“Trust me, son of Coul, there are other ways to get women to do your bidding that don’t require threats. Of course,” he paused, smiling as Coulson almost walked into him, “some men aren’t fortunate enough, or skilled enough, to know this.”

“That’s right. Because like you said in Stuttgart, there are no men like you.”

“Women aren’t much different, either here or in Asgard. They bow to the smallest of compliments and the warmest of smiles.” He grinned at Coulson. “How many women would bow to you, just for the hope of brushing their hand against yours?”

They reached a black Suburban at that point, and Coulson yanked open the rear door, growling, “Get in,” as he shoved Loki from behind. He climbed in next to him, the weapon aimed squarely at Loki's temple. “One move, and I fire. You’ll be dead before you hit the seat.”

Loki shivered mockingly. “I’m terrified.”

“You should be. You’re not getting away from us this time. And not even Thor’s intervention will help. You managed to escape an Asgard prison. You won’t be so lucky in one of ours.”

Loki managed to hold back his smirk as he settled back into his seat. We’ll see about that.

***

McKenna squinted and tried to ignore the blood pounding through her temples as she sat across from the agent who’d marched Loki off the boardwalk. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“Let’s start with the truth, Miss Carlin. Are you one of them? An Asgardian? Or a Jötunn, maybe?”

“Do I look like a Frost Giant?” She stared at him as if he was an idiot. “I’m five foot three, Mr. Coulson. How many giants do you know that come in at five three?”

A dull flush colored along his cheekbones, but that was the only indication she’d embarrassed him. She didn’t care. She just wanted to see Loki, to make sure he was all right. Her stomach hurt just thinking about him at the moment, thinking about what most likely awaited him and it took every bit of will she had to force out her next question. “What will happen to him now?”

“Loki?” Coulson waited for her to nod, and then he tapped his fingers against the table. “He’ll be tried on too many charges of war crimes to count. And when he’s found guilty, he’ll be executed.”

The agent said it with no emotion, as if giving her an update on the weather, and she wanted to throw up. She averted her gaze from him, looking about at the stark white walls that reflected the light to the point where her eyes almost teared up from the glare. “Then why am I here? I didn’t have anything to do with anything he’s done before a few days ago. I only met him when he crashed into my apartment.”

“I need to know what you know.”

“What I kn—look, I just told you—” she brought her stare back to him—“I don’t know anything. He landed in my apartment. If an angry god landed in your apartment and demanded your help, would you say no?”

“It’s more than that, Miss Carlin. Please don't insult my intelligence by suggesting otherwise. What else—”

“There is nothing else. I really don't know how many times or how many different ways I can say it. I. Know. Nothing. Else. All I wanted to do was keep my eyes in my head and to make sure my neck stayed safe. Wouldn’t anyone do the same thing?”

Coulson just stared at her for a long moment and she thought he was about to keep the interrogation going, but then the cell phone on his belt chirped and he tugged it free to look at it. “Excuse me a moment.”

She sank back as he left the room and stared at the mirror on the wall opposite her. How many S.H.I.E.L.D agents were behind that mirror? Were any of the Avengers there? Had Thor been contacted about his fugitive brother?

Would she ever see Loki again?

The ache in her head worsened and the lights didn’t help. She rubbed her forehead with both hands, concentrating on her temples. What had started out as a night to remember was rapidly becoming one she’d like to forget.

Without thinking, she slid her hand down over her neck, where Loki had kissed her only an hour or two earlier. Christ, she didn’t even know what time it was, or where Shannon was—did she even know where McKenna had been taken?

The door opened and she steeled herself for Coulson’s return and a few minutes later, he did just that. Sitting back in her chair, McKenna sighed. “Look, I know you think I know some deep dark secret plan that Loki confided in me, but I don’t. He crashed into my apartment and was pretty insistent that I help him. Considering I saw what happened in New York—”

“You helped him.”

“Of course I helped him. He took my phone. And by take, I don’t mean he shoved it in his pocket. I mean he zapped it somewhere. I still don’t know where it is. So, yes, I helped him. I thought you guys were monitoring him anyway.”

“We were, until Thor took him back to Asgard.” Agent Coulson spun his chair away from the metal table and spun it around before sinking into it and propping one arm on the chair’s back. “We were told there was no way he could escape an Asgardian dungeon. Looks like Thor’s got some explaining to do.”

“So ask him, then. I don’t know anything. I don’t know what Loki's plans were and quite frankly, I don’t give a damn. I just want to go home.”

Agent Coulson didn’t reply at first, but his eyes narrowed as he studied McKenna for a long, somewhat uncomfortable moment. “Very well. You’re free to go.”

McKenna eyed her suspiciously. “I am?”

Agent Coulson nodded, rising from the chair to cross to the door, which opened without a sound. “Your friend is here. A Miss Hathaway?”

Shannon. Thank God.

McKenna didn’t say a word as she hurried past the agent, almost convinced the woman would grab her as she did. But, no one bothered her except to show her where the exit was, and outside, on the sidewalk, she threw her arms about Shannon and practically collapsed in her arms.

“Where’s the god?” Shannon asked.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think this is a great place to discuss it.” Her throat ached from the lump rising in it and her eyes pricked with tears that she didn’t want to shed. Not here and not in front of anyone.

Shannon’s Volkswagen Jetta was parked alongside one of the black Suburbans and McKenna threw herself into the passenger seat, not bothering with the seatbelt. Shannon put the car in gear, let up on the clutch, and rocketed out of the space.

“What the fuck happened, Kenna? One minute I see you and Loki getting all snuggly and the next, he’s blown into the water balloon clown thing and you’re face down on the boardwalk like a common criminal.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D.” McKenna stared out the window as they left Point Pleasant and got back on Route 35 South to go back into Bay Head. “How do I help him now? I don’t even know where they’ve got him. All I do know is that they’re going to execute him. Oh my God… Shay, they’re going to execute him.”

“So what do we do?”

“I don’t know.” A tear slipped free, followed by another. And another. McKenna covered her eyes with one hand as a frigid sense of hopelessness, of helplessness, permeated every pore of her being.

“Okay. We’ll go back to the Winchester and figure it out in the morning.” Shannon lifted her hand from the stick shift to cover hers and squeezed. “It’s going to be okay. He’s a god. What’re the odds S.H.I.E.L.D can hold him?”

“This is what they do and they’ve got a bit of history with Loki. The guy in the suit? I think Loki may have killed him at some point.”

“I thought that’s what he said, but then thought I had to have heard him wrong. Guess I didn't.” Shannon downshifted as they came to the intersection of Route 35 and Ocean Avenue, where the Winchester was located. She steered into the parking lot, pulling into the slot next to McKenna's Accord. “Man, Kenna, if you told me a week ago this was all going to happen, I’d have thought you were drunk.”

“Tell me about it.” McKenna threw open her door and climbed out of the car.

“You want me to stay with you? I have my own room but I don’t care.”

“No. It’s okay, Shay. I think I’d kind of like to be alone.”

“Are you sure?”

McKenna nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Shannon said with a shrug, “but if you change your mind, just call me.”

“I will.”

They parted ways in the hall and McKenna stepped into her room, closed the door, and sagged back against it with a long, shaky sigh. The light in the bathroom was the only one on, and in the half-light, she could see the bed had been made and Loki's clothes had been folded and stacked neatly on the still somewhat rumpled love seat.

She walked over to the loveseat and sank onto hit, leaning back against the cushion, and closed her eyes. Her head still ached. Her heart ached. Without thinking, she slid her hand over that same spot on her neck. Loki nipped her, but so gently it hadn’t hurt.

Draped over the back of the sofa was the tee shirt he’d worn the day before and as she leaned her head back near it, the soft scent of leather and sea air and the unique musky scent of Loki himself clung to it. She caught the shirt and pulled it closer, breathing deep as she gave up trying to control her tears.

***

The cell reminded Loki of the one on board Nick Fury’s helicarrier—all glass, about the size of the room he shared with McKenna at the B&B, with a built-in bunk at the rear. He paced about the circular room like a caged animal, swinging between rage and worry. Rage he was used to, he practically lived with it every day since Frigga’s murder. Rage was almost comfortable because he was so used to it.

Worry, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. He had no idea where McKenna had been taken, or how she was being treated, and his entire body practically hummed with the need to burst out of there and go find her. He had to know she fared well.

Although, if she was still at S.H.I.E.L.D., at least she’d be safe. The Chitauri would never be foolish enough to attempt an attack on them.

But if she wasn’t…

He slammed his fist into the glass. It didn’t move. Didn’t rattle. He had magic, but Thor had the strength. Unfortunately, his magic had so far proved ineffective against the glass. His forehead thunked dully against it and he swore beneath his breath as Coulson stepped up to the glass.

“I’ve nothing more to say to you,” he told him through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t expect that you would.”

“Then, if you don’t mind, I’d like to be left alone.”

“We’ve let Miss Carlin go. She claimed she had nothing to do with your actions.”

“She didn’t. And I’m certain you didn’t follow her, either.”

“I didn’t.”

He didn’t smile. “You know what I mean.”

“No. I believe her. To a certain extent, anyway. I don’t think she had anything to do with any plans you might have. She doesn’t seem quite the type you’d recruit for anything so intricate.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“She’s pretty. I’d imagine it was easy to convince her she had to help you. She’s pretty and nice and probably not the smartest girl in any room.” Agent Coulson shrugged. “Perfect to get her to do what you want, without having to worry about her trying to take over or stab you in the back.”

Loki narrowed his eyes. “When I’m out of here, you will want to take care to watch your back, Agent Coulson.”

“You don't frighten me now, you know. There is nothing you can do from in there. And you are not getting away any time soon. We’ll keep an eye on Miss Carlin, though. Just to be sure she is safe.”

Loki’s hand curled into a fist at his side but all he said was, “It won’t work. You’ll get nothing from me. Nothing more than you already have.”

“I don’t need any more. You, Loki, are what we needed and we have you. And somehow, I don’t think your big brother will come to save your ass this time.”

“I don’t need him to.”

Coulson offered up a smug smile. “Perhaps I should just have the Hulk come in here and give you another taste of the smash. It would only take a phone call.”

“Thank you, but no. My back still feels the aftereffects of the beast’s lack of control.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Really. I feel for you.” Sarcasm practically dripped from his words as he stepped back. Two other agents, ones in black fatigues, stepped up behind him and as he glared at him, Coulson smiled. “We’re going to be transferring you to our facility in Colorado tonight.”

“Wonderful.”

With that, he turned and left and the door to the cell slid open without a sound. Both men approached him, one holding a pair of the titanium cuffs and the other unholstering his weapon. Loki just smiled as he held out his wrists. Some people just never learned.

#Loki #Loki Fanfic #Loki x ofc #Tom Hiddleston #Thor #Romance #Is it hot in here?#Jersey girl #Marvel #Marvel fanfic

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lokisbirdofhermes · 1 year ago

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Update 11/4/23:

The Date Doctor (Thor/Reader)

The Bird of Hermes is my name; Eating my wings to make me tame

So…

Some of y’all may have heard of me by now. xD

This is BirdOfHermes from AO3. I write primarily Loki/Female Reader and Loki/Original Female Character fics, but I also dabble in Thor/Female Reader or Thor/OFC, and some other fandoms too. I thought it might be a good idea to create a sideblog in case anyone in the Loki or Thor fandom wants to meet me, since some of you have posted before asking if I had a Tumblr. Please say hi if you’d like; I’m hella awkward but hella friendly.

The other reason I decided to make a sideblog is that AO3 bans you from posting your Ko-Fi link and it would be lovely if people wanted to tip me for fics again. So you can find my Ko-fi here if you feel the urge: https://ko-fi.com/birdofhermes (Please remember: DO NOT EVER MENTION KO-FI ON AO3. Not even in the comments. They will suspend you for ANY mention of the site, then delete your account. If you contribute, tell me on here, not on there, or they’ll boot us both out.)

For now, though, I’m creating a masterlist of my work so that Tumblrians don’t have a hard time finding my work on here. I’ll come back and update it as new fics get written as well, since y’all know my thirsty ass writes like a maniac.

Series that I Write

The Thirst Trials (in no particular order; these are all separate ideas that have the same theme of being either Loki/Reader or Loki/OFC or Thor/Reader or Thor/OFC):

Sugar and Spice (Loki/OFC and Thor/OFC)

Secret (Loki/Reader)

The Scent of a Rose (Thor/Reader)

The Proposal (Loki/Reader)

Therapeutic (Loki/Reader)

Anodyne (Loki/Reader)

The Auction (Loki/Reader)

Reprieve (Loki/Reader)

Under my Skin (Thor/Reader)

Pretty Pink Baby Blue (Thor/Reader)

The Eye of the Storm (Thor/Reader)

Surrender (Thor/Reader)

Nepenthe (Loki/Reader)

Tempest (Thor/Reader/Loki)

Scratch My Back (Loki/Reader)

Somebody That I Used to Know (Loki/Reader)

Paper Hearts (Thor/Reader)

This is (Avengers) Halloween (Thor/Reader)

All the Pretty Girls (Thor/Reader/Loki)

Bad Things (Loki/Reader)

Bivouac (Loki/Reader)

Kissing a Fool (Thor/Reader)

Small Mercies (Loki/Reader)

Stripped Bare (Thor/Reader)

Bound (Loki/Reader)

Quarantined (Loki/Reader)

Tape Song (Loki/Black Original Female Character)

Mi Casa es Su Casa (Thor/Reader)

Dictate (Loki/Reader)

The Wild Side (Thor/Reader)

She Ain’t Heavy (Loki/Reader)

Lost and Found (Loki/Reader)

The Interview (Loki/Reader)

Gentleman of Quality (Loki/Reader)

King and Queen (Thor/Black Female Reader)

Of Love and Gods (Loki/Black Original Female Character)

The Photographer (Loki/Reader)

Love Rain (Loki/Black Original Female Character)

Freed (Loki/Reader)

Silvertongue (Loki/Reader)

Immortalitea (Loki/Reader/Thor)

Naughty or Nice (Loki/Reader)

Another Girl Another Planet (Jotunn Loki/Reader)

The Journal (Thor/Reader)

All the Small Things (Loki/Reader)

No Accounting for Taste (Loki/Reader)

Under Pressure (This is a Loki/Reader series, but it’s told in first POV and Reader is nicknamed Frosty because she’s a part time Avenger with ice powers who was recruited shortly before Thanos entered the picture. Fics below are in chronological order.)

Under Pressure

Sweet

The Fight Before Christmas

Valentinus

Breakthrough

Cold

High

Gamble

Stood Up

Cradle and All

Runaways

And that’s all for now! I’ll update this post whenever I’ve got something new cooking, but for now, please wave, friend, share, and such things. Hope you guys like my work.

Birdie loves you. <3

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ofasgardandalfheim · 2 months ago

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Loki & The Siren; Chapter Fifteen

A haunting melody. An unexpected ally. A plan for battle.

Fic Synopsis:

This is the story about how you met and fell in love with Loki, hundreds of years before the events in Avengers, while his family was visiting Alfheim, where you were a siren.

It is a companion piece to Lightning Over the Sea-Redux to give more insight into your past and relationship with Loki.

18+ only

You set up camp in a lush forest clearing, the melodies of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves filling the air. Though the village you've come to liberate is only five miles away, the tranquil beauty surrounding you makes it feel like a world apart from the ruthless raiders.

Taking a deep breath, you inhale the rich, earthy scent of the forest. Suddenly, a faint sound in the distance catches your attention. You tilt your head, straining to make out the haunting melody drifting through the trees. "Do you hear that?" you ask your companions, but they're too engrossed in their battle plans to notice.

Loki and Thor bicker like squabbling brothers over the best strategy against the raiders. You excuse yourself with a shake of your head and follow the trail leading toward the ethereal song.

As you weave through the thickening foliage, the mournful notes grow louder and more distinct, tugging at your heartstrings. You quicken your pace, an inexplicable urgency driving you forward. Dappled sunlight filters through the canopy, casting the dense forest in an eerie glow. A prickling sensation creeps up your spine - you're not alone out here.

A low growl rumbles from somewhere behind you. You whirl around, but the trail is empty. Heart pounding, you take a few tentative steps, and the growl comes again, louder this time. You freeze, muscles tense.

Through the shadows, two glowing eyes fix upon you with an intensity that sends shivers racing down your spine. A massive dire wolf emerges, its dark grey fur bristling. Baring wicked fangs, it regards you with an unsettling intelligence.

You instinctively backpedal as the wolf speaks in a thunderous rumble. "I sensed your presence. Why have you come?"

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tikus-library · 2 years ago

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"To Rise Above"

Avengers AU - Chapter 2

Characters: Thor, OFC!Amalia, Loki, others mentioned

Posted: May 21st

Updates: 🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌

WARNINGS: mentions/implied physical abuse, familial abuse, no under 18

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

Thor woke, his chest ached and loneliness bit a dark void into his soul, it took a few quick breaths before it subsided and the feeling was gone. On and off again through the years and he wondered… a body moved, shifting closer to him before he extracted himself and carefully slipped out of his bed and moved to the other room, stepping before the basin to wash his face. Relying on the cold bite of water to chase away the lingering ache in his chest.

He stared at his reflection and decided to not think of the foreign feelings, there had been no one to match for him. Sif and he had hoped, but when her mark appeared it had not matched. Being young and full of misguided dreams they had vehemently denied it, they had sworn their love to the other and that none would be able to come between them.

Until… until Sif laid eyes on the matching mark.

#to rise above #avengers au #thor odinson #Thor x ofc!amalia #Loki

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karioke13 · 2 months ago

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@beheworthy Thor and Jane with Thrud in your au 🥹

It’s very subtle, but in last art Eve is meant to be getting closer to her second trimester 🎉

#ohhh that’s why witteclaw is my favorite ship #they remind me of thor x jane #and ofc why i like caleb he reminds me of thor 🫣

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 1 month ago

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Cries of Thunder

Chapter Twenty-Five

Master List | Thor Odinson Master List

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Fallon Smith (post Ragnarok - no Thanos)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mischief. This story deals with themes of past spousal abuse to the extremes. There is a chance that all chapters may deal with tough or triggering themes. Please read with caution.

A/N: This chapter courtesy of Monday Wips on Patreon!

When Loki arrived to pick her up on Friday evening, Fallon sighed in relief. It wasn't that she didn't love Pepper or find the job as her assistant invigorating and challenging, but it was a lot of work and utterly exhausting.

She'd only been at it a few weeks, but Fallon was beginning to think she wasn't cut out to be Pepper's non-stop executive assistant. It wasn't that she couldn't do the job; she was efficient and competent now that she was up to speed and running at Nancy's level; it was more that she wasn't sure she wanted to do the job.

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#cries of thunder #thor odinson x ofc #no thanos #post ragnarok #tw abuse #tw spousal abuse

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lokisbirdofhermes · 1 year ago

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You are hopelessly attracted to a very nice, cute guy at work, but you're too shy to ask him out, so you hire Thor Odinson, the Date Doctor, to teach you how to seduce the guy at work. But as the two of you try to find a way into the other guy's heart, you find yourselves falling for each other instead. Thor/Reader AU. Loosely based on Hitch (2005) and The Ugly Truth (2009).

#thor x reader #thor/reader #thor/ofc #thor/original female character #thor #marvel #mcu #marvel comics #fanfiction #reader #fanfics #ao3 #archive of our own #thor odinson #au #alternate universe #hitch (2005)#the ugly truth (2009)#romantic comedies

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siconetribal · 1 year ago

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Odin is asking for a smackdown! How do you just TEAR A PAGE OUT of the book?? There are other laws there too AND you just append them, not make the book faulty. Secondly, tyrannical much? When are you going to admit your second son is a royal hostage by your own making? I'd love to read your laws on that, you disfunctional wannabe mall santa!

Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 3 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 (in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor trying to be a better brother, Odin being a terrible father

A/N: I know this was only supposed to be three parts but you guys know not to believe me when I say stuff like that lol... enjoy 💚

You close your eyes as he pulls you tighter to him, you are sure he can feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Are you really here?" you ask in a whisper. You fear he will vanish like one of his illusions the second you let go of him.

"I'm here my love," he reassures you. He kisses the top of your head and you look up at him. "Follow me," he says in a low voice.

You smile and nod without caring where you are going, you will always follow him anywhere.

He takes your hand and leads you into the room he came out of. You can see he has been busy with his magic, his abilities have always thrilled and impressed you. The magically altered office is twice as large inside as it should be and is an exact replica of his chambers. You look around in awe and can't help but wonder if this isn't an illusion but one of his transportation spells.

He smiles with pride at your reaction and puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him again.

"How did you do all of this?" you ask. "Its amazing... you're amazing," you tell him as you turn in his arms to face him.

"I'm afraid the young corporal spent has a large portion of her time this week dutifully guarding my empty office," he jokes and you laugh with him.

"Gods, is that why you requested a new sentry?" you ask.

He smiles mischievously, "Sergeant Tones paid far too much attention to my comings and goings." He strokes your cheek slowly and says, "Now, enough about them," he leans down to kiss your lips and you kiss him back, gripping the fabric of his shirt. Without breaking the kiss, he waves his hand slightly and your armor suddenly vanishes. You smile against his lips, feeling the added weight disappear and his hands rest on the back of your shirt.

You look up at him and say, "I've missed you so much. Did your mother tell you?"

He nods and takes your hand, leading you to the sofa where you sit close together, his arm around your waist and your hand on his knee. "She told me," he answers. "There are only two people in this world I have ever been able to confide in, you and my mother." He pauses for a moment then says, "After you left the throne room, my mother and I went to her private library. I needed her to know how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I was still afraid my father would find a reason to send you away somewhere but she promised me she would protect you."

"She's been very kind to me," you tell him, smiling to reassure him that you are okay. "You're very lucky to have a mother like her."

He nods in agreement but you can see something is weighing him down. "Loki, what's wrong?" you ask in a worried tone.

"I hate this," he says after a moment. "I hate not being able to see you and when I do, I'm barely allowed to look at you. I hate being able to give you orders but not speak to you. I hate having to pretend that you mean nothing to me. I don't know how much longer I can stand to be without you."

You kiss him and you feel him relax slowly in your arms. "Our passing moments together will never be enough for me but I promise you, I savor every second I see you or hear your voice," you tell him.

He smiles at your response then you can see his attention shift and he says, "I need to tell you something."

"You can tell me anything," you remind him.

"Your paperwork for the transfer wasn't denied... I never submitted it to your captain," he admits, "And I was never going to."

You look at him in shock and he continues.

"I'm so sorry I lied to you. I know it was wrong and I swear on all the Gods that I've never lied to you before but... I just couldn't let you leave me," he says, you can hear the worry in his voice.

You can't help but let out a laugh and he shifts uncomfortably. "I'm sorry," you smile but he still looks concerned. "A part of me was desperately hoping you would somehow delay the transfer. I never wanted to leave you," you admit. "I was a fool for thinking if we were apart, I would be able to move on."

He smiles and kisses you again, his hands traveling up and down the back of your thin shirt. "Stay here with me tonight," he says between kisses. He doesn't say it as a prince ordering his sentry but you obey his request without a second thought.

You stand quietly in front of the queen's office, eagerly awaiting the end of her current meeting. She had informed you this morning that her last meeting was going to be with her youngest son. You couldn't wait to see him, even though you knew it would be brief and he would be unable to speak to you. Any second you saw him outside of the time the two of you stole was appreciated greatly.

It is almost three months since your new Sunday night routine with Loki began. He would slip through the palace with ease after he dismissed his sentry for the night and you would take a left at the top of the stairs after his mother released you.

While hidden away, surrounded by his illusion, the two of you could pretend everything was perfect. You love him with all of your heart and he loves you back just as fiercely. He would kiss you and hold you and tell you that you were his but the moment the sun came up, everything would change. You always did your best to hold back your emotions as you put your armor on and returned to your silent duties.

It devastated you every time you needed to leave him but you kept your pain to yourself. You were afraid to ruin the small window of time you had with wishes and false hope that things could somehow be different.

You follow the queen as she moves gracefully through the long marble halls of the palace, her dress flowing around her. You groan internally when a third council member stops to greet her, delaying your arrival at the prince's office yet again. She nods politely at his failed attempt at what you assume was a joke and kindly excuses herself.

After what seems like hours, you finally you turn the corner and his office is in sight, your heart races knowing you will see him even if it is just for a moment.

You can see his young sentry leaning against the wall behind her and remember how heavy your armor was when you first started. She hears you approaching and stands at attention. You signal for her to knock and announce the queen's presence which she does quickly, it is easy to see how nervous she is. You can't fault her for being anxious around the royal family, especially when you are terrified of the king and less than fond of the older prince.

The door opens and you hold back the smile that tries to slip free when he steps out into the hall. "Hello mother," he smiles at her and she embraces him.

"Good luck with your meeting," she says after taking a step back.

You look between the queen and Loki in shock when you realize she is talking to you. "I'm sorry your highness?" you say quietly.

"Prince Loki has something to discuss with you, Lieutenant Y/L/N. Corporal Glasgow will be temporarily assigned to me for the remainder of the day," she says.

You and the corporal exchange a quick look with a mix of surprise and confusion. It was not protocol to simply switch sentries, especially in the middle of a shift but neither of you were in a position to question the queen. The new guard bows to Queen Frigga and Prince Loki, then without another word they leave the way you came.

You find yourself standing in front of Loki, completely alone and unsure why. It was only Tuesday, had something happened that couldn't wait until Sunday? Your mind suddenly races with all the horrid things that keep you awake at night. Had someone discovered the two of you have been sneaking off together? Were you being sent to a post far from the palace? Had he finally gotten engaged to a woman his father and the kingdom would approve of? Both Loki and the queen were far too calm for any of these to be true but you couldn't push the thoughts away.

He motions for you to follow him and you close the door upon entering his office. Your fears subside momentarily when Loki pulls you into his arms. You close your eyes tightly as he whispers, "I have news."

"Good news or bad?" you ask hesitantly, pulling away slightly but his arms hold you to him.

He smiles in response, "Very good news my love." He takes your hand and the thoughts that had been swirling around your mind fade in an instant. "Come, let me show you," he says, you can hear the joy and excitement in his voice as he leads you through his office.

He pulls out the leather chair behind his large desk, "Sit." You pause before doing as he asks, sometimes it was hard to break protocol even when you were with Loki. You had never sat on this side of his desk before and hadn't realized that until this moment.

"Relax," he says with a light laugh. "I promise you, no one will barge in and find you sitting here."

"Sorry," you let out a nervous laugh. "I guess I'm still a bit worried that your father will banish me to Migard or somewhere."

He kneels next to you and takes your hand. "I would never let him send you away, you know that right?" he asks.

You nod, "I know." You clear your throat, pushing away that fear and ask, "What did you want to show me?"

He smiles so wide you can't help but smile in response. He gets up quickly and grabs the large book on his desk, picking it up he places it right in front of you. "What is this?" you ask, opening the cover. "Asgardian Marriage Law..." you read the cover slowly. "Loki, what-" you start to ask.

"I found it," he is too excited to let you finish your question.

You look at him for a moment, unsure what he is talking about when suddenly it clicks. "You found... you found a loop hole?" you ask, your heart beating faster.

He nods quickly and he repeats, "I found it."

You pace anxiously outside of the throne room, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for the grand council to convene. "Please stop, Y/N," Loki says as he leans on the wall across from the tall doors. "You are making me dizzy."

"Sorry," you walk over to him. "I'm just nervous. What if he says no? What if he gets angry again?" It was only a day ago when Loki spoke to you in his office but in that short time, your mind had invented hundreds of scenarios that filled you with dread.

Loki seems quite the opposite, he has never been more sure of anything as he holds his research calmly. He extends his free hand and you take it, "Y/N, if I know my father as well as I think I do, he will say no and he will be angry."

"That is not making me feel better," you frown but he chuckles.

"Do not give up on me now," he says. "I told you I will find a way to make you mine and I intend to keep that promise."

You smile at his words and move closer but before you can kiss him the large doors to the throne room are swung open. You pull away from Loki and swallow hard as your nerves ramp up again. He keeps hold of your hand and leads you into the throne room.

The room comes alive around you as the council members that line the room begin to whisper frantically to each other but you pay no attention to them. Your eyes are fixed on Odin, sitting atop the tall throne at the rear of the room. Frigga stands to his right and Thor, in his full dress uniform to his left. Loki squeezes your hand tighter and you are unsure if he is trying to calm you or himself.

The two of you come to a stop at the base of the stairs leading to the throne and Odin holds up a hand to silence the council. Loki bows briefly out of respect for his parents and you kneel as you've been trained.

After a moment or an eternity, you can't tell, Odin says, "Rise".

You stand but keep your head down slightly, knowing Loki is the one who needs to address the council. You are simply here because he wanted you to be, but this isn't where you belong and you know that.

"Why did you call for the grand council to meet?" Odin asks and you look at Loki who gives you a small smile before facing his parents.

"I've called you all here to discuss the marriage requirements for the second child of the king," Loki says.

"The laws are the same for all children of the crown," an older man to your left calls out. The crowd mumbles amongst themselves in agreement but Odin holds his hand up again.

Loki continues, "I am not speaking about the laws that my older brother is meant to follow. Prince Thor is heir to the throne, the next king of Asgard but I am not on the same path."

A few more hushed whispers are heard but it doesn't stop Loki. "There is no argument that the heir must marry someone who is of a certain status and has the approval of the grand council as well as the king and queen," he says and Thor nods, knowing that is his fate. "What I am bringing to the court's attention is that the rules for the second child, the spare, are not the same," he pauses for a second, "And they never were."

The council members all begin talking at once, denying Loki's claim that he is not to be held to the same rules as Thor. The throne room fills with voices and Loki looks around as if he is becoming lost. You squeeze his hand to get his attention and when he looks at you, you reach up and kiss his cheek. You know you shouldn't but he needs to know you support and believe in him.

As soon as your lips touch his cheek, he smiles but Odin stands up, causing the whole room to go silent in an instant. The queen gently places her hand on his arm and he slowly sits without saying a word but it is obvious your display of affection for Loki is not appreciated. After a moment, he waves for Loki to continue.

"And what are the requirements for the son who is not the heir?" Thor asks, you are surprised that he genuinely sounds curious.

Loki takes a deep breath and begins where he left off, "I am not suggesting that the second son or daughter of the royal family is free to many anyone. I am merely stating that the rules are not the same for the heir as they are for additional children."

Before Loki can answer, a woman you always found especially condescending says, "Does it matter? This soldier will never meet them."

Laughter spreads through the council and you look down at your boots as you feel your face flush. Loki squeezes your hand again and you look up, raising your head high.

"I would like to know, that is why it matters," Thor says simply and the laughter stops. He offers his younger brother an encouraging smile, "Continue, please."

Loki answers Thor's question, "The council is of course aware of the numerous rules that surround choosing a spouse for the heir, but the rules for the second son or daughter in the royal family are the same as those written for the children of council members."

Several low whispers begin to fill the room but Loki keeps talking over them. "It is true," he looks at you briefly before turning back to his parents. "Lieutenant Y/L/N does not currently have the rank to become my wife but in a few short years, she will."

"This can not be true," a voice off to your right says.

"It is, I am allowed to marry a soldier from an established military family who is ranked captain or higher. Y/N's family has served Asgard for generations, several members of her immediate family are high ranking officers in our army or royal guard and she is only one rank shy of becoming a captain herself," he explains.

"I wish to see this rule," Odin says. Loki nods and holds out the leather bound book he is holding. A young council clerk walks between members of the crowd to Loki. Loki opens the book, pointing to the page he marked and hands it to the clerk who delivers it to the king. Odin sits quietly, reading the passage again and again.

The whispers become louder until the council members are shouting amongst themselves. A few voices in favor of acknowledging the forgotten rule rise above the others and you dare for a moment to feel excited.

Odin raises his hand for silence once again and your heart sinks. He looks at his youngest son then at you and you can see in his eyes he is not convinced even though it seems some of the council is shifting their opinion.

Loki looks down at you and smiles but you can tell he is as nervous as you feel. "It's going to be ok," you whisper.

"I love you," he whispers back.

Before you can tell Loki you love him as well, you hear Odin stand from the throne. He holds the book open, looking down at the page at if it offends him. "This was clearly a mistake," the king insists, still looking down. "One which I intend to correct immediately," he says, looking up at you and Loki.

He rips the page from the book and crumples it in his hand, you can barely believe your eyes. "Thank you for bringing this unfortunate error to the council's attention. From this day forth, all children of the crown, regardless of birth order, must follow the same strict rules for courting and marriage. Spouses will be chosen from the family's of the high court as they always have been," Odin proclaims. "Soldiers will continue to be ineligible for marriage to a person of royal blood, no matter their rank or lineage," he adds, making sure you will never be able to marry Loki even if you become a general in the future.

"No! He can't do this," you think angrily. Your mind is spinning and your heart races. How could he take this away from his own son.

"You dare to tell me what I can and can not do!?" the king asks in a booming voice and you suddenly freeze.

You look at Loki, his eyes filled with fear and realize you didn't think that, you said it out loud. Odin slowly takes a step forward and you fight the urge to turn and run.

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middleearthpixie · 2 years ago

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Wanted Man ~ Chapter Eight

McKenna Carlin just wanted to put a horrible day behind her. She had no idea that things would get worse before they get better…

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x ofc McKenna Carlin

Characters: McKenna, Loki, Shannon, random beach dudes

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.5k

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The next morning, McKenna woke with the strange feeling she’d been dreaming all night long. The same dream. Loki. Stretched out beside her. Holding her against him. She dreamed of the gentle caress of his lips against her neck, where it curved into her shoulder. It was all so vivid, she’d swear it really happened. She brushed her fingertips along the spot where Loki’d kissed her so nicely in her dream, as if she’d find some sort of evidence left behind.

She sat up to the sound of soft snoring, rubbing sleep from her eye with one hand. Loki lay sprawled on his back on the loveseat, one foot flat on the floor, the other resting on the loveseat’s arm. A soft snore rose from the loveseat. She would have smiled at the thought of a god snoring, but she still stung too badly from what happened the night before.

She made quick work of showering and dressing, and when her phone rang, she swiped it up before it could wake Loki, although she didn’t know why she cared if he woke up or not. “Shay, tell me you’re here?”

“I’m here, Kenna. Down in the restaurant. You’re buying me breakfast.”

“I’ll be down in just a sec.” She disconnected and after glancing over her shoulder to see Loki still snoring away, hurried down to the restaurant where Shannon was already drinking a glass of orange juice.

She lowered the glass. “Kenna?” Her eyes narrowed. “You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” she replied dryly, sinking into the chair across from her. “It’s been a rough few days.”

“It looks like it.” She lifted up the oversized carryon. “I brought you everything you needed and I grabbed your charger. I thought that might come in handy.”

“Did you find Cinder?”

To her relief, Shannon nodded. “Yep. He’s safe and sound in my condo. Tony's not thrilled, but he’ll get over it.”

“Thank you so much, Shay.” Tears clouded McKenna's eyes and she scowled. She wasn’t much of a crier ever, but these last few days, her emotions always seemed to end with tears. Aggravating, to say the least.

The waitress came over. “Good morning, ladies. What can I get you this morning?”

All McKenna wanted was coffee, but Shannon, in her typical style, ordered eggs, bacon, two pancakes and another orange juice. She was one of those lucky women who could eat like a horse and never gain a pound where McKenna spent hours in the gym working off a Munchkin.

The coffee arrived first and McKenna took a long sip as Shannon said, “So? What gives?”

“I don’t even know how to begin, Shay. You aren’t going to believe me.”

“Try me.” Shannon’s dark eyes widened as she smiled and tossed her dark hair out of those eyes.

“Do you remember when New York was attacked a few months ago?”

“Yeah. Of course I do. I doubt anyone around here doesn’t remember it.”

“Well, do you remember who was responsible for it?”

“Some freak in leather named Loki. Claimed he was a god from someplace called Asgard, or something.”

McKenna had to bite back defending Loki, when she would have cheerfully strangled him at the same time. “He’s not a freak, Shay.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“Because he’s asleep upstairs in my room, on the loveseat.”

“What the fuck? Get out!” Shannon started to rise from her chair. “I want to punch him for what he did.”

McKenna grabbed her by the arm and held her in place, painfully aware of the stares now turned in their direction. It wasn’t a large dining room, but it was large enough and her face grew hot under the weight of those stares. “Sit and you’re doing nothing of the sort. He’s not what you think he is. I mean, he is, but there’s more to him that—”

“Murdering, elitist jackhole demagogue? I don’t believe that.”

“Just listen to me, will you?” McKenna looked around at the other diners, offering up a half-hearted smile before tugging on Shannon’s arm in an attempt to get her to return to her chair. It worked and she sank back into her own.

“He crashed into my apartment the other night. He’s on the run, wanted by some race called the Chitauri—”

“The who?”

“Chit—look, I know it sounds insane, okay? But just… just let me tell this. The Chitauri were the ones helping him attack New York and now he’s pissed them off as well.”

“Here’s my shocked face,” came Shannon’s dry reply.

“Yeah, I know, look—” McKenna rubbed her forehead as a dull headache began to take root behind her eyes. “Stop looking at me like that. I know it sounds crazy. I keep telling you that, don't I? And really, I wouldn’t believe it myself, but since I saw them with my own eyes…”

Shannon’s expression morphed from incredulous to concerned. “You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” McKenna lowered her hand, nodding as she continued, “I am and you saw my apartment, right? They did that. Looking for him.”

“Him. Loki?”

“Loki.”

“He’s on the lam, isn’t he?”

“Oh, dear Dod, is he ever.” McKenna reached for her coffee again. “Anyway, that’s why we’re here. And honestly, I’m shocked I found a room, considering the holiday, which I, of course, didn't even think about.”

“So, what is your plan?”

“I don’t have one.”

Shannon’s breakfast arrived then and Shannon dove in, forking in a mouthful of pancake, around which she said, “No plan, huh?”

“Not yet, no. I’m kind of hoping something will come to me.”

“Are you nuts?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” McKenna swallowed another mouthful of coffee. “I’ll take you up and you can meet him and see what I mean.”

“I don’t know, Kenna. That guy killed something like two hundred people. He demolished half of New York. He got his ass kicked by the Hulk. And now these spooks from space are hunting him, and you as well. So, tell me again why you’re helping him?”

“I don’t know. Because he needed it, I guess. And it wasn’t two hundred people. It was only eighty.”

“Oh, ’cause that’s better?”

“Shay, look, I’m not asking you to understand. I just needed some things because when the spooks from space showed up, we just ran.”

Shannon’s fork went still. “Kenna, did you see what they did to your apartment?”

McKenna shot her a look. “Are you kidding me, Shay? You did not just ask me that.”

“Yeah, it was stupid, sorry. But, how did you manage to get out of there without getting killed?”

“That murdering, elitist jackhole demagogue. That’s how.”

“Damn…” Shannon let out a low whistle, then pushed her plate away and signaled to the server to bring the check. As McKenna went to open her wallet, Shannon waved her off. “I’ve got this. You’ve had a rough enough couple of days and I want to meet this guy now. I’ve got to see him for myself.”

When the bill was paid, Shannon followed McKenna back upstairs and McKenna pulled out the key. “Now, he might still be asleep, so—”

The door was yanked open and they came face to face with blazing blue-green eyes as Loki said, “Where the deuce were you?”

“I was downstairs,” she held up the carryon, “getting the things you didn’t think to pack.”

“Try to remember, I was in a bit of a hurry.” He turned away and stalked across the room, staring out the windows at the beach down below.

“Like I’m going to forget,” she muttered, crossing over the threshold.

“Oh, my God, Kenna,” Shannon whispered behind her. “He is gorgeous! Crazy, but really fuckin’ hot!”

“Oh, hush.” McKenna crossed over to stand next to him and touched his shoulder. “Loki? What’s the matter?”

“The matter was I awoke to find you gone and I didn’t know what had become of you,” he muttered, not looking at her, but staring out at the water instead.

“You were worried about me?” She couldn't keep the surprise from her voice.

“No.”

“Okay, well,” she gestured to Shannon even though he still looked out the window. “We ache company and it wouldn’t kill you to be polite, you know.”

Slowly, he turned and his eyes were flat as his gaze slid in Shannon’s direction. “I am Loki. Of Asgard.”

“I’m Shannon. Of Jersey City.”

He offered up a slight smile. “A pleasure.” He glanced over at McKenna and added, “Would you mind if I had a word alone with Miss Carlin?”

“Not at all.” Shannon peered around him. “Meet you guys on the beach? Maybe we can head into Point Pleasant.”

“Sure.” McKenna nodded, her scowl fading as Shannon left the room and Loki turned back to her. “What’s the matter?”

“You will tell me when you’re going to leave the room from now on.”

“Why? Oh, it’s because I’m a muddle-headed Midgardian in need of a chaperone, isn’t it?”

“No. It’s because the Chitauri might have followed or S.H.I.E.L.D might have taken you into custody. They’re still out there, remember? And if that happened, where would I be?”

“Where would you be?” She swiped up a pillow and hurled it at him. “In custody as well, where I’m starting to think you belong, you jackass!”

With that, she turned and marched out of the room to find Shannon pacing in the hallway. Shannon looked up as the door slammed shut. “Kenna, I see why you helped him. I’ll bet the benefits are awesome!” she singsonged.

“There are no benefits, Shay. I’m not sleeping with him.”

Shannon looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Why not? I’d be all over him like a bad rash.”

“Now there’s a lovely image.”

Shannon linked her arm through McKenna's. “Oh, come on, the guy’s cute and he’s a god. I bet he’s amazing in bed. And you said it was only eighty people, right? I could overlook that.”

McKenna sagged back against the wall. Shannon was probably right. Loki probably was amazing in bed. And that realization left her feeling a little hollow. “Yeah well, it doesn’t matter anyway, Shay. He doesn’t want me.”

“Nonsense. He was worried about you, wasn’t he?”

“That’s not the same thing. If something happens to me, he’s a goner and he knows it. That’s why he needs me. I’m his navigator, for better or for worse.”

“I don't think so, Kenna. I mean, I really don’t think there are many women who wouldn’t help him, if you ask me.”

“Well, I didn’t ask.” McKenna pushed up from the wall. “Let’s just go somewhere. Anywhere. I don’t care where.”

“Should you invite the god, too?”

At the moment, McKenna was more tempted to just leave him at the Winchester on his own and go back to Brunswick alone. It would serve him right if she did.

But, since the Chitauri or even S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn’t necessarily know she’d done that, they could easily come looking for her once more and then what?

“Yeah, we should invite him,” she said with a long sigh and pushed open the door. “We’re heading out to the beach. Do you want to come?”

He didn’t answer and she didn’t wait to see if he would, but as she and Shannon made their way down the stairs, a door slammed and as they stepped on the beach, Loki was right beside her, glaring at her. Well let him glare, she didn’t care.

The beach was still relatively empty, but there were a few guys tossing a Frisbee amongst themselves. The wind caught the disc and it would have hit McKenna in the face, except Loki stepped between them and let it hit him in the chest.

She turned as he fired it back so hard that it slipped through every outstretched hand and hit the sand to send a huge spray of it flying. “Take care,” Loki growled at the blond who’d tossed it in the first place. “I should hate to see something happen if she is hit.”

“Take it easy, man,” the blond said.

“Take it easy?” Loki repeated, calmly strolling over to the blond. McKenna's stomach churned as he then grabbed the blond by the throat. “I think you should be the one to take it easy.”

“Let go of him.” McKenna demanded as the other men stepped toward them. “Before someone calls the cops.”

Loki glanced at her over his shoulder, but he spoke to the blond, “Apologize to her.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to miss it.”

“Good.” Loki set him down and just as calmly walked back to McKenna and Shannon.

McKenna shook her head at him. “Are you crazy?”

“No. No, I’m not.”

Shannon leaned over to whisper, “Still think he doesn’t want you, Kenna?”

“Hush.”

“Man, you’ve got issues,” the blond said to Loki's retreating back, and McKenna and Shannon both said, “Oh, shit,” at the same time.

Loki paused mid-stride and slowly pivoted to stare down the blond. McKenna didn’t miss the slight twitch of his fingers, and she jumped between him and the blond. “Don’t even think about it. You don’t want to draw the attention to yourself.”

“Move, McKenna.”

“No.” She held his stare, even as it grew colder still. In her peripheral vision, she saw his fingers move again and a hint of fear fluttered through her. He wouldn’t use his magic on her, would he? Before yesterday, she wouldn’t have thought so, but since last night? Well, if she was honest with herself, there was a little more uncertainty today.

“You don’t know that S.H.I.E.L.D isn’t here,” she told him in a low voice. “You don’t know the Chitauri aren’t here. We are out in the open and anyone could be watching. Stop trying to prove your dick is bigger than his and let’s. Just. Go.”

His forehead furrowed and his eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Stop trying to prove you’re more man than he is. The stupid Frisbee didn’t hit me. He apologized for the wind. Let’s just go.” She stepped up to him and caught him by the right wrist. “Let it go, Loki. I mean it.”

His eyes flicked over her head, and then back to her. “Fine.”

“And ignore anything else he might say.”

Shannon whistled, shaking her head. “You don’t know how lucky you are,” she said to the blond guy. “You might want to go buy a lottery ticket.”

“Shut up, Shay,” McKenna grumbled, tugging on Loki's wrist. He finally relented and allowed her to pull him away from the Frisbee players.

“Who is S.H.I.E.L.D?” Shannon asked as they continued on down the beach.

“A spy group, for lack of a better phrase,” McKenna said, releasing Loki's wrist once she was sure he’d calmed down enough to not go back and annihilate the Frisbee players. “They monitor… well… everything, I think.”

“So,” Shannon hurried ahead of them, then turned to face them, walking backwards, “you are on at least two Most Wanted Lists?”

Loki nodded. “It would appear that way.”

“And yet, you were going to zap that guy into nothingness, weren’t you?”

He didn’t reply, but that didn’t deter Shannon. She was her usual, irrepressible self and though there were times McKenna wished she could be more like her best friend, this was not one of those times. If she could, she’d kick Shannon in the shin to shut her up.

But she couldn’t and Shannon grinned. “You two should just kiss and get it over with already.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki turned his frown on her.

“Please, it’s so obvious,” Shannon scoffed. “You were defending her honor. Kiss her already. You know you want to. And I know she wants you to, so why don’t you just do it already?”

“Shut up, Shay,” McKenna gritted through clenched teeth. Her cheeks were already hot, and that heat now crept outward. Damn it, was she that obvious to everyone. It was bad enough that Loki was very much aware that she wanted him to kiss her, especially since he firmly put her in her place in response to it. She had no idea she broadcasted it to everyone else as well.

“Because I don’t wish to,” Loki replied grimly, not even looking at McKenna.

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t. Men,” she sniffed, “you don’t change no matter what realm you come from, do you? You’re all the same.” She shrugged and turned back to face the direction in which they walked. “I promise not to say I told you so when you finally end up together.”

McKenna rolled her eyes as Loki said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Hey, why don’t we head into Point Pleasant? They’re doing fireworks tonight,” Shannon tossed over her shoulder. “A little cheesy, but why not? We can grab something to eat on the boards, and just hang out until.”

Loki glanced down at McKenna. “Do you wish to go to this place?”

McKenna shrugged. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like there’s anything going on here. I just hope there are no Frisbees to worry about.”

Loki arched one black brow, but said nothing as Shannon shook her head. “Yep. You really should just kiss her. I’ll go get my car and meet you out front.”

McKenna breathed a sigh of relief as Shannon hurried back toward the Winchester. Shaking her head, she looked up at him. “She means well, but she doesn’t really know when to keep quiet.”

He sighed softly, sinking onto the sand and crossing his legs. “Why don’t the two of you go and enjoy yourselves?”

A feeling of chilly apprehension swept through her and she sat down next to him. “Why? You don’t feel like dealing with a hot, overcrowded boardwalk loaded with a bunch of pink-skinned sunburnt tourists?”

That didn’t even get a grin. He stared out at the water, scooping a handful of dry white sand into his palm. It spilled slowly through his fingers. “I should probably leave you now, McKenna. Before—well, you were right last night. If S.H.I.E.L.D. is here as well, you could find yourself in custody and very serious trouble.”

“But you don’t know if they are, just like you don’t know if the Chitauri are here, either.”

“I don’t, but you’ve already done much for me and at great peril for yourself.”

She took a deep breath and gently eased her arm beneath his, curving hers about his to rest her hand on his forearm. He was the only man on the beach in jeans and while he wore a tee shirt, she figured he was probably still at least a little uncomfortable in the heat, considering his body temperature ran lower and he probably felt their heat even more than humans—Midgardians—would.

She let her fingers come to rest against his bare skin, which cooled them almost instantly. His skin no longer had that bluish tint, but it was paler than her own, which was saying something. Although she wasn’t as pale as she was in the winter months, she had only a slight tan now. She needed a week of lying on the beach and doing nothing else before she’d achieve anything close to decent color.

She half-expected him to tug free, but he didn’t, and she took that as a good omen. It wasn’t the same as apologizing for the hurtful things he’d said last night, but it might be a start. “You didn’t make me put myself in any danger. I chose to do that. I’m a big girl, O’God of Mischief. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“I do.” His voice took on a wistfulness. “Probably more so than is wise.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head, seeming to come out of his reverie as he turned to gaze down at her. “Your friend is waiting. Go. I’ll be—”

“You’re going to leave while I’m gone, aren’t you?” A hint of fear fluttered through her. Although she knew, logically, that the time would come when he’d leave, she wasn’t ready for that time to be today.

“It’s best, McKenna. For both of us.” He slid his arm free and stood, brushing sand from his jeans.

“Tomorrow, Loki. Go tomorrow. Come and see the fireworks and then go in the morning.”

“McKenna—”

She got to her feet. “You know, I haven’t asked you for anything in return—aside from the first night, when I asked you not to kill anyone. You could do this one thing for me. Let me show you some magic that we have. It isn’t much, and it isn’t nearly as impressive as making it snow in my apartment or turning a snowball into butterflies, but fireworks are cool in their own right.”

A sad smile came to his face. “You drive a hard bargain, McKenna. Very well. I’ll stay tonight, but tomorrow, I will bid you farewell and you will go back home and back to your life.”

“Fine.” She held out her hand and when he took it, she smiled. She had twenty-four hours to change his mind.

#Loki #Loki Fanfic #Loki x ofc #Tom Hiddleston #Thor #Romance #Is it hot in here?#Jersey girl #Marvel #Marvel fanfic

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hello!! I hope you are well. May I add a request to the “touch ask” game? Wanda-Touch-25? Please and thank you. Maybe as a continuation of Wanda and Kryptonian reader?This pairing of my new favourite and you write it so beautifully.

thanks for everything!

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Drabbles

prompt: stroking the other's arm soothingly | words: 1123 | warnings: fluff, violence (?), previously agreed mind control, some touching but nothing inappropriate (the Avengers would disagree ofc).

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Kryptonians had indestructible and invulnerable bodies. They were bulletproof, heatproof, or coldproof. You could probably out-strength gods like Thor or radioactive monsters like the Hulk.

But magic? Well, that was different.

Somehow, magic could break through every biological barrier in your body and bring you to your knees.

That was precisely why Natasha Romanoff always had Wanda as your training partner.

"Come on, guys, no slacking off. I want four sequences, everyone." The widow announced with a warning clap, while the entire team groaned in unison. Even the super soldiers present had some difficulty completing the demanding exercises of a black widow.

You were moving to grab your training gloves for the exercise circuit when Natasha called your name. "Not so fast, little alien. You and Maximoff, mat."

Wanda smiled contentedly at the same time you sighed in discouragement, just as the team got excited and started whistling. See, you were indestructible. Watching you get your ass kicked every now and then was everyone's favorite pastime there. Ignoring Natasha's smirk as you passed her, you tried to stay positive about the whole thing. At least you were working on your humility with your favorite person in the world.

"I'll go easy on you." Wanda assured you, already on the mat, hands in a fighting position. You chuckle, imitating her defensive stance, even though it wouldn't make any difference.

"As if."

Truth be told, you're the one who always goes easy on her. Wanda has the magical advantage, of course, but that's it. If you wanted, you could use your speed to easily immobilize her. But the risk of hurting her small human body - a caution you don't need to take with fellow gods or augmented beings - is too high.

So the most you can guarantee to make her training difficult is to dodge her energy attacks, until she loses her patience and stops acting like a sniper, and starts acting like a real witch.

You stumble gently as you feel the familiar invasion. It's like being intoxicated. Wanda is always gentle when she does this. She's learned to hone her mind control very well, without having to reduce her opponents to babbling versions of pure panic. Now, she can enchant them like a mermaid, or perhaps, she only chooses to do it this way with you.

The gym around you becomes a little blurry, and all you see clearly is her, smiling victoriously at you.

"Ready to call it a defeat? Or do you want me to kick your ass a little longer?" She teases as she takes slow steps towards you. It's an illusion, of course, you're sure she hasn't even moved a muscle in reality, and all of this shouldn't have taken more than a second.

You chuckle weakly. This kind of thing has been getting more and more dangerous. Keeping secrets from someone who occasionally plays with your mind is very difficult. Wanda taught you to stay calm in these situations, but all you can do is remind yourself that you're keeping your feelings buried, away from her, and you start to despair.

She notices your anxiety, and the confidence disappears from her expression.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asks, maybe this time, her footsteps towards you were real. You're panicked enough that you can't tell the difference.

Freaking out during a mind control is stupid. And even worse for someone who has powers like yours. Wanda gets close enough to touch your face, and you remember last week when you accidentally saw too much skin when she changed clothes in your room. The shame and guilt return, and you pull away, terrified that she will be able to see that memory.

Your panic in that vulnerable state stimulates your powers, and Wanda exclaims in surprise when the beam of your heat vision advances and grazes near her head. Her fright interrupts the magic, and your release is immediate when Wanda hits your shoulder with a strong magical expel, which throws you about three steps back.

Natasha crosses her arms in disapproval and all the Avengers are looking at you two, while a new hole in the ceiling of the academy appears.

"What the hell you two! What did I tell you about mind tricks?" The black Widow inquires in disapproval, but Wanda is rushing to your support, concern on her features.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You interrupt her with "I'm fine, don't worry" forcing a small smile. As you try to lift your torso correctly and raise your arm to touch her, you groan in pain and Wanda's eyes widen, as does the whole team. At the feeling, you end up chuckling a little breathlessly. "Wow, that's... surprising. Looks like you set a new record here, Wands. First person to make me feel muscle pain." The team laughs at the joke, but Wanda isn't very happy about it. Natasha forgets about the scolding because she's too interested in discussing with Steve the progress of the two of you in training, and well, you get too distracted with Wanda caressing your arms in an attempt to ease the pain.

"Is it really that bad?" She asks with a worried frown. She must be feeling guilty enough not to realize what she's doing - how she’s touching you.

You try not to be so pathetic, it's an innocent gesture, but maybe it's too gentle or too warm to ignore. She strokes your arms soothingly, trying to apologize while murmuring that she's sorry for hitting you. And it only takes a moment longer for Wanda to get distracted with what she was doing - Not that you have any way of knowing that she's starting to notice the strong Kryptonian anatomy a little too much, and how feeling strong arms was the real reason she sighed and shook her head, pushing away thoughts she definitely shouldn't be having about her best friend.

Sharing the same warm pink in her cheeks as you, her hands moved away, and Wanda cleared her throat, trying to hide her own reactions while you hid yours.

"So... do you want to get something to eat? I'm starving."

She chuckles shortly. "You're always starving, darling." She teases, and well, she's right so you can't even argue.

Distracted by each other's presence, you soon lose yourself in small talk as you head toward the kitchen, and neither of you notices Sam or Clint grimacing at the scene they've just witnessed.

"That has to be the gayest thing I've ever seen in my entire life." The falcon grumbled in disbelief.

The hawk next to him massaged his forehead in a frown. "I should have retired already. I would have been less traumatized."

They shake their heads in unison, and then go back to training.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff drabbles #wanda maximoff imagines #marvel imagines

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 2 years ago

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This is a gem that I completely forgot about 💎 I have to repost it

Misfit God and a mortal: Loki x Reader

Some Loki fluff with Frigga making an appearance in it. Enjoy ❤️

‘Y/n…’

‘That’s a lovely name.’ Frigga says happily reaching for her son’s cheek caressing the cold skin. ‘Invite her here. For the Banquet.’ The glorious Banquet. A night full of joy, mead, laughter and unforgettable moments that imprints itself on each guest. An event that stood up for luxury clothes, drinks, and food. Something that couldn’t be said about the guests. There are going to be royals and noblemen but only their clothes could enhance their shallow personality.

Loki walked into the very familiar building passing many employees waving with a small smile on his face. Opening the door of the highest office on the highest floor he sees his Y/n. Talking on the phone her white crisp suit made of the shiniest silk bounced off the glaring sun giving her the well-deserved halo.

'I don’t like the sketches…I improved them and want your feedback by the end of the day… that’s why I gave them an improvement….Jackson, just… send it.’ placing the phone down with a faint thud letting her tired shoulder slump down. 'Penny for your thoughts, darling?’ Y/n hesitantly turns around to see her Loki in front of her in his all-black suit. 'The suit looks great.’ She spoke inching closer to Loki placing her hands on his chest 'Of course it is. You made it.’ He leans down to kiss her lips feeling the chapped texture as his tongue sweeps into her mouth. Dragging his dove closer, his arms encircle her in a comfortable hug feeling the soft white silk pressed against his black suit. An angel and a demon. His angle and her demon.

Pulling his tongue back and then his lips he smiles inquiring 'Mother, wants to invite you to the Banquet. In 2 days.’ Y/n looks up seeing his lips twitch in anticipation knowing just how much her job held her hostage 'I can-’ she stops letting her eyes look to the side squinting quietly thinking ’…Yeah… I think I could.’

Loki smiles brightly as he kisses her again 'Outstanding, love. It’s official you are accompanying me to the Banquet.’ Y/n nods at her Loki seeing the smile that could be only described as if it was taken from the happiest 7 years old child.

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Walking through Loki’s room Y/n takes one of the hundreds or even thousands book plucking only a small skinny book laced with brown leather. Flipping the pages open her eyes fall on the polaroids photos 3 of them and each of them is Loki and Y/n looking in complete and utter love. Portraying just how much of a softy Loki is.

'I still can’t believe you have a whole library in your room.’ Y/n gasped out as Loki watched her curious hands touch each book picking which one he will read to her. Picking a dirty old book with a green leather cover she hands him as he arched a brow in question 'This one? This is a tale of Thor when he loses his hammer to the giants and has to go through a humiliating ordeal in order to get it back.’ Loki spoke with a glorious grin appearing at the end of the sentence.

'What?!’ Y/n stood next to him gobsmacked scrambling immediately 'Start reading it. I NEED to know.’ Loki ushers her to the nearest chair letting her gown flow speaking over the wooden stool 'Our tale of Thor starts with an amusing laugh…’ Loki stops as he looks at his lover 'from the God of Mischief his laugh-’ 'Of course it was you.’ Y/n butted into his sentence halting his speaking. 'As I was saying, the God of Mischief laughed malevolently as he watched Thor return with new news.’

(The name of the story is true, I googled it, but the words of the tale aren’t I just made up the starting part just so you know)

'Loki, son.’ a soft voice interrupted Loki. Frigga peaking into the chamber like a mother carefully announcing her presence so that her teenage son can successfully show off to his date. 'It’s time.’ she says leaving the two lovers alone.

'Darling, are you ready?’ His voice asked behind her jeweled out back. Twirling to face him she asks looking down at her gown hints of green and gold (I know, predictable) flowing through the fabric tailing up to her chest as a gold metal belt held the puffy fabric in position. 'Marvelous. Solely marvelous.’ Walking to her in his royal attire of green and gold he intertwines his arm with hers leading her towards the imperial feast already crammed with various guests.

Entering the Banqueting hall there was no shortage of food and drinks and entertainment. People accumulating in jewels and gold showing each other the superficial respect they deserved. That’s what they thought. Holding Loki’s forearm tightly she glances at him as he pushed the people in front of them making away to shift. 'Are you alright Y/n?’ Loki asked his lover standing next to a hallway that leads to the nearest balcony. 'For now, yes. Thanks.’ Smooching a kiss on his cheeks she always appreciated when he asks her about her anxiety since being in large crowds isn’t always manageable for her. So having a private balcony with fresh air is a great exit.

Y/n’s eyes draw to a nearby puffy flowing dress coming their way looking up she sees the same tired resting face…Jane with the ever so cheery Thor by her side. Thor drags away from Jane’s grasp hugging Y/n tightly shouting a delighted 'Sister Y/n!’ Y/n responded equally happy 'Brother Thor!’ His hugs were always the best warm, fuzzy and everything in between. Jane and Loki exchange only nods not bothering to fake any emotions. 'Brother.’ Thor cheers at his brother and giving him a forced hug.

Loki pushes his brother away as he places an arm behind Y/n’s back giving her devotion. Jane looks at the pair in front of her an unnatural smile dawning on her face. Y/n turns to Thor inquiring 'You look jolly as ever Thor.’ 'Thank you Y/n. I started again to workout. It is stressful but Jane is forcing me-’ 'Because you need to be in the best shape possible.’ Jane cuts him rudely off letting her fake smile plunge. Jane started to bicker at Thor and that was a clear sign to go. Nudging Loki she whispers 'Balcony?’ 'You read my mind.’

With a snap of his fingers, they are on the safe and private with the distant music behind them drowning out as they let their hearts best in unions. 'She is so mean.’ Y/n says not preferring the way she addressed Thor. 'Yes, she is. I don’t see why Thor reconciled with her again.’ 'Well, ever since his weight gain and depression maybe she helped him through it to be a little happier but I feel that she is rushing the process that usually takes a while to make a prominent step.’ Loki agreed as he looked at the scene in front of him. The trees, lakes, and sky coated in the black gloom. Surrounding the lovers giving them the privacy they had the right to. Loki’s hands land on her cheeks pulling her close giving her a sweet intoxicating kiss. A kiss that demanded more after.

'Runaway with me princess. Let’s run until out feet give up and until my magic runs dry.’ He hushed giving each word enough space to set themselves into Y/n’s mind. Y/n looks up at him saying in a mere whisper 'Of course, my King.’ Loki smiled at her silly nickname as he shushed her once more feeling her warm lovable hands on his shoulders tracing down on his chest as his heartbeat accelerated. He pulls back asking her 'You feel it?’ Y/n closes her eyes letting her hands feeling the heavy and strong beat of his heart 'Yes.’ 'That heart beats for you.’ Y/n stuns on the words as she looks at him seeing a smile on his face that was dawned in darkness and the smile shine through 'Only for you.’ He added as he pulls her into his arms hugging her placing her between a pillar and his body.

His kisses overpowered her body mind and soul and she gladly gave her control to the God of Mischief enjoying the hush quiet ambiance only a few steps that passing them. Pushing away from his lips she looks at the long and dark hallway Loki inquiries 'What’s wrong, darling?’ 'I think someone passed us.’ Letting a chuckle escape his mouth Loki answers back 'Don’t worry, no one saw us.’ Y/n looked back at him and nodded apprehensively. Maybe just someone passed a maid or guard too engrossed into their job to see a mortal and a God exchanging forbidden kisses. Loki stopped as whispering into her ear 'When I become King I will need you by my side.’

There he goes again. 'Loki, we talked about this…’ 'I know we did. But I overheard my mother talking to Odin talking about a new King since he is…he is…’ Loki whispers not knowing how to finish his sentence in a respectful way, even if it’s about Odin 'You mean old, right?’ Loki nods and proceeds to talk 'And I have an equal chance as Thor, thanks to you.’ Y/n points to herself 'Yes, you. You have given me the love I craved for and pulled me out of my misery. I am certain that if I am King I can not do it without you.’

Seeing his pricing blue eyes she gleams at his words. She never did anything but be herself, a normal person with her own problems and yet somehow helped God for the betterment. A God who had problems similar to hers if you remove the sheer size of his it was about the same and when they are together they can overcome it all by being each other anchor 'Of course, Loki.’ Sealing his deal with a kiss trumpet sound off.

'An announcement is ensuing. Let’s go.’ He grabs her hand running towards the rustic sounds of the most golden metal instruments. 'King and Queens, Princes and Princess, Royal men and women… I bring you a joyous announcement.’ Loki and Y/n run into the ballroom almost stealing all the attention from Frigga. Almost. 'My husband and I have had reigned over the Nine Realms for most of everyone’s life span in this room.’ The crowd laughs at the kernel of truth 'I will be truthful here it has tired us a lot. So a decision has fallen in our hands, fortunately.’ Her green eyes scan the room stopping at Loki and Y/n seeing his hand in hers 'A beacon of hope appeared before us. Someone who is worthy of descending the throne. Someone who went through all of the stages in existences deceit, betrayal, sorrow, suffering but even after all of the odds he raised up to be a better example of his past, to show that past doesn’t distinguish a person but only the path he went through with a special someone.’ Frigga’s eyes now move to Y/n and Y/n felt herself melting at Frigga’s smile. 'And so our decision is that the next descendant of the throne is…’ Frigga lets the tension rise further seeing the apparent nervousness of Thor and Loki as well as their partners. 'Loki Laufeyson.’

The crowds erupt in cheers and applause and Loki feels his heart stop at the immense wave of love of complete strangers. These royals who viewed him as Thor’s shadow and a misfit was now applauded by the people he will rule over with Y/n by his side. He turns to her smiling ear to ear 'The future looks luminous my love.’ Y/n nods adding to his sentence 'When we are together.’

'Bow before your new King and Queen!’ Frigga announces as the guests obey all bowing to the misfit God and mortal.

Hope you liked it. Feedback is always appreciated.

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