#also watched more of this live and saw he called loki sexy and that's making me so :') he's RIGHT

[indigodawns]

hello <3 i was wondering if anyone could/would want to translate this bit of namjoon's 2017 live where he's talking about books a bit more literally, i feel like the english subs (understandably) leave a bit out? i typed up the korean subs (sorry for any mistakes rip) though they also leave out some filler words i think, it's around 20 minutes here https://weverse.io/bts/live/0-105457265

그랬고 '소년이 온다'라는 한강 작가님의 책과 '82년생 김지영'이라는... 베스트 세러죠? 두 권을 읽었는데 두 권 다 시사하는 바가 많아서 여러 가지를 느꼈던 것 같고 

특히 '소년이 온다' 는 유럽 가는 비행기 안에서 읽고 유럽에 가서 호텔에서 읽었는데. 좋은 상황이었는데도 그 책을 읽으니까  되게  마음이 버겁더라고요. 

글을 너무 생생하게 잘 쓰셔서 되게 인상 깊게 읽었던 책이 아닌가 싶습니다. 

아무튼 좋은 책들이었다는 거.

[anonymousfiction211]

Hi, could you do a story where reader is having a panic attack and scared of letting Loki see them like this? Male reader please? The cause of the panic attack is someone judging them for their weigh. Loki comforting them. Please?

A/N: It's in an alternate universe were Loki and Tom Hiddleston are in a relationship together, and since Loki is an Avenger they live in the tower. Since Tom himself is being shamed sometimes - which still breaks my heart - I tried to work that into the story. Hope you like this :)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, bit angsty.

Panick attack ‘God he looks like a bean stick, doesn’t he?’ Tony said

‘Haha yes, some people aren’t built for muscles’ Sam chimed in.

That were the only two sentences Tom had heard of the conversation, but it was enough to make him spiral out of control. He had no idea how long they were talking about him, and had no intention to stay and discover how long they would go on. He wanted nothing more than to go into his bed, and cry. One problem, the chance of encountering his very fit boyfriend – with literally the body of a god - was too high. He had to find a hiding place, and fast.

Walking through the hallway he tried to hold back his tears. That unsettling, but very familiar feeling, started to creep in. His stomach felt in knots and he became nauseated. His breathing increased, but he tried to get it under control. His whole body felt tense and his temperature was rising. With no other option, he opted for the toilet of the library. Quickly entering the toilet, he slammed the door behind him and made sure it was locked. Closing the toilet-lit he sat down on the lit. He put his elbows on his thighs and his hands on either side of his head. Now he was locked in an internal war with himself, one that he lost over and over again.

The first battle he lost was with his tears. They were streaming down his face. He tried to close his eyes, bite his lip and tilt back his head, but the tears kept coming. The toilet felt like a hundred degrees and sweat was starting to form on his forehead, his hands already damp and lightly shaking. That was the second battle he lost. He tried to keep the bad thoughts away, because everybody is different. Not everyone wants to have big muscles to show of, he didn’t want to spend all his time at the gym, watching what he ate. He only liked to run, was that so wrong? But the constant ridicule from the people around him was too much. Thoughts that he was too thin, too lean, didn’t look sexy, at least not sexy enough for his boyfriend were swarming through his head. And that was the moment he lost the war.

His breathing sped up and he was inhaling loudly. It was even becoming painful for his lungs, but Tom felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. Everything around him was spinning. He felt like dying. A knock on the door startled him. God, no not now! He couldn’t let anybody see him, he was too ashamed. He tried to silence his breaths, but it was no use.

‘Who is in there? Is everything all right?’ a familiar voice on the other side of the door said.

No, no no... not Loki. Why? Tom thought. Loki was the last person on this planet that could see him like this. He wanted to tell him to leave, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even breathe! It felt like he was suffocating.

‘I’m unlocking the door’ Loki said. Tom wanted to protest, but still couldn’t say a thing.

The lock of the door slowly turned. The handle was pushed down and the door opened, revealing a concerned Loki. When Loki saw his panting boyfriend, covered in sweat, crouched inwards on the toilet lit he was shocked. He ran towards him, flicking his wrists to close the door behind him. He got on his knees, in between Tom’s legs and grabbed his hands.

‘Love, what’s wrong? What happened?’ Loki asked full of concern.

Tom just closed his eyes and kept gasping for air. He didn’t want to gasp for air anymore, it hurt too much to do so.

‘Tom, open your eyes. Look at me’ Loki said.

Tom just shook his head. ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I’m sorry’ he repeated in a mantra over and over again between the gasps.

‘Tom, open your eyes’ Loki said more sternly.

Tom opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend through the tears. He kept apologizing, for nothing and everything at the same time.

‘Just breathe, love. In��� and out. In… and out’ Loki encouraged while demonstrating his own breathing.

Loki kept looking into Tom’s eyes, rubbing the back of his hands, and breathing with him. It took a while, but Tom stopped apologizing and his breathing was slowing. Now, he felt dread, because he had to tell Loki what happened. He was so scared that Loki would realise he was too good for him, he would for sure leave him. If not now then somewhere in the future. Tom felt cold, and started to shiver. The tears had stopped streaming and his breathing was painful, but even.

‘Are you cold? Do you want to come back to our room?’ Loki said softly.

Tom didn’t say anything but nodded slightly. ‘I-, I don’t..’ he said with a hoarse voice, but Loki shushed him.

‘I’ll teleport us’ Loki said. He helped Tom up for the lit and hold him tightly against him through the spell. Back in their room he still held on to Tom, figuring the spell would make him feel slightly dizzy. After the long hug he sat Tom down on the bed and conjured up a blanket to put around him, hoping he would soon stop shivering.

‘Are you all right?’ Loki asked.

Tom nodded.

‘What happened, love?’

When Tom tried to speak a chocked sob came out. He buried his face in his hands, trying to get away from Loki. Loki put an arm around his shoulder and let him cry in his chest for a moment. He stroked Tom’s hair to calm him down and whispered that everything will be all right. After Tom calmed down again he let him retract just enough to let him explain what happened.

‘It’s nothing’ Tom said a bit sheepishly.

‘That was not nothing’ Loki shot back. ‘Tell me, please’ he added softly.

‘I- ehm.. overheard a conversation between Tony and Sam’ Tom said sadly.

When he didn’t say anything more, Loki decided to push it a little. ‘What were they saying?’ assuming it would be something hurtful about himself. To his surprise, it wasn’t.

‘They were making fun of me.. for not having enough muscles’ Loki heard Tom say in the smallest voice he had ever heard of Tom, making his heart break. He felt Tom tense up and try to hide himself again.

Loki grabbed either side of Tom’s face. ‘Love, to me you are absolutely perfect. There is not a thing I would change. Don’t listen to these two idiots. What do they know? They have to use robotics to even stand a chance during missions’ Loki said.

‘It’s just.. you’re .. you, you know. Godly. And I’m me.. just me’ Tom hesitatingly answered.

‘You’re you, and you’re mine. You’re perfect in my eyes, and I wish you would see yourself like I see you’ Loki said.

‘I’m just afraid that one day you will wake up, see what they mean. Not find me attractive and leave me’ Tom almost whispered.

‘You are by far the most attractive person I ever met. Not only on the outside, but also within. You’re sweet, kind, forgiving and always see the positive side of everything. Too be honest, I wish sometimes to be more like you. And I am the one who is actually afraid that one day you will truly realize the gravity of my past and sometimes current actions, and that you will leave me’ Loki said, for the God of Lies he knew that Tom knew that he was being honest.

Loki smiled a little when Tom snuggled closer against him. ‘You know that I truly love you’ Tom responded. Loki was caressing the back of his boyfriend and the two of them enjoyed a moment of silence.

‘But what if, I want to change?’ Tom said, breaking the silence.

‘What do you mean?’ Loki hesitatingly asked.

‘Maybe, I can work out more?’ Tom said.

‘You don’t have to do that for anyone’ Loki sternly answered. ‘It’s important that you’re comfortable in your own skin, trust me. You will hate every minute of your life if you’re not’ he added sadly.

‘I- I don’t know’ Tom answered.

‘No worries. Take all the time you need. Just promise me that next time you ever feel like this, and have a panic attack. You call me. Day and night, promise?’

‘I promise’ Tom said. Loki grabbed his face again and kissed him deeply. He was relieved to see Tom smile, even if it was a small smile. He could tell from his face that Tom was emotionally drained. So, the rest of the night Loki pampered Tom with tea, chocolates, his favourite movie, and a very comfortable blanket. Tom had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, but not Loki. Loki was thinking about the people that hurt his boyfriend. He wouldn’t kill them, that is what he used to do. But he promised himself that he would hurt them.

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[imagine-loki]

Omega Mine

TITLE: Omega Mine

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 14/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

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

RATING: M (eventually ) 

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

My Omega

Everyone turned to look at you and Loki when he spoke those words.  You blushed and realized that they all caught the implication.  Loki had claimed you, with words if not with action yet.  He was so protective and caring, though, that you couldn’t mind. 

Really, it was sexy as hell.  

Nat gave Loki a firm look, snapping out of her shock.  “My threat still stands,” she informed him, as overprotective of you as any Alpha.  It didn’t matter that she was a Beta.  You were her responsibility.  She’d adopted you as a little sister and took that adoption seriously.  

Loki inclined his head.  “Elskling is safe with me,” he promised.  He clearly hated that the team threatened and didn’t trust him, but he understood that his past, and natural wariness of a strange Alpha were both to blame for that.  He would have to prove himself to them.  And to you.

Mostly to you.

You had to get to know each other to know if your instincts were right and that this was a good match.  

Nat nodded and promised that she would be back as soon as she could.  The rest of the team promised the same before they all rushed off to the jet.  The mission was more important than anything that was happening at home.  You would be safe with Loki.  He wouldn’t hurt an Omega he’d claimed and everyone knew it.  Besides, he was on Earth to make retributions.  Basically, community service.  

He hadn’t been in control of his actions during the Battle of New York and you didn’t think he was a bad person.  Misunderstood, maybe, but you looked forward to getting to know him better.  

Loki sighed in relief when the team was gone and took a step away from you, his armor shimmered away, leaving him in a green tunic and black pants.  You tilted your head at his choice in clothes.  “Clothes from Asgard?” You asked him, curiously. 

He nodded and blushed a light purple. “Habit…” he said sheepishly. 

You gave him a bright smile.  “I like them. They look comfortable.  And suit you,” he really did look hot as hell.  The clothes really did fit him.  You were drab in comparison in jeans and a t-shirt. And fluffy socks.  Fluffy socks were important and vital.  

“So what shall we do with our evening alone, Elskling?” He asked in a purr.  It didn’t seem that he much cared what you did together as long as he got to spend time with you.  

You took a moment to consider.  “Did Thor finish giving you the tour of the tower?” You asked.

He nodded and huffed. “Yes and I have to live on the same floor as the oaf,” he whined and actually pouted.  “He snores and he snores so loud I’m sure I’m going to hear it even across the hall,”

You couldn’t help giggling at the typical sibling rivalry coming out of the god’s mouth.  It put you so easily at ease.  “Poor Alpha,” you said fondly.

“Very poor me indeed,” he agreed with a smirk.  “There was only one floor that Thor refused to give me a tour of.  He even showed me the detention floor, but refused to show me one of the residential floors.  Any idea why that would be?” He asked you far too innocently.  

Your giggled continued and he seemed to eat them up.  The joy of an Omega was like candy for an Alpha. “Would that happen to be floor 20?” You asked with just as much innocence.  Or it would’ve been just as much innocence if you hadn’t been laughing so hard.

Loki nodded.  “That very one,” he agreed with a pout.  

“That would be my floor.  Would you like to see it?” You asked. 

He lit up like a little boy at Christmas.  “I’d love to!” He said brightly.  Of course, he’d just gotten you to invite him to your private space, to your space in the tower that was safe from any Alpha, anyone you didn’t want to be there.

For him, you didn’t mind.  

You took his hand in yours and led him to the elevator.  He looked surprised at the contact and gave you a growl-purr of approval.  It felt so natural to be with him, like you’d known him forever, even though you’d only met him that day.  You smiled up at him and dragged him into the elevator.  “Come along, Alpha,” you told him brightly.

He chuckled.  “You can call me by my name, Elskling,” he reminded you.  

You pushed the floor button in the elevator and the doors closed. You looked up at him and knew you had to give him an explanation.  “But… you’ve given me a nickname.  That means we’re friends.  But I don’t have one for you…” you explained softly, sheepishly.  You didn’t know him well enough to give him a nickname yet.  

Loki smiled and his light purple blush remained.  “You… wish to give me a nickname?” He asked.

You tilted your head.  “Haven’t you had one before?”

He shook his head.  “Not since I was a small child and Thor couldn’t pronounce my name properly.  He called me ‘Lo’.  To be fair, I couldn’t pronounce his either, so I called him ‘Or until I could,” he said, his expression fond over the memory.  

“Then I’ll have to come up with a good one for you,” you told him and squeezed his hand. 

“I look forward to it,” 

You stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened again and led Loki onto your floor.  Then to the door to your apartment.  “Most of my floor is my apartment.  The other door is an Omega room,” you explained as you placed your hand on the lock for Jarvis to let you in.

“What is an Omega room?” He asked, watching curiously as the door unlocked for you.

“It’s a safe room for an Omega in heat,” you replied. “Don’t you have those back home?” You didn’t know much about Asgard and you were desperate to learn more.  You could see that Loki was eager to tell you about his home, just as eager as you were to learn about it.  

He shook his head. “No.  We’ve never had a need to lock our Omegas away.  If an unclaimed Omega goes into heat, one of the Alphas will help them through it.  It is the duty of an Alpha to see them through their heat.  An Alpha who sees an Omega through her heat isn’t necessarily meant to become her lover.  That only happens when there’s a strong bond between them beforehand.  Most of the time, after he rises from the bed, he may become a valued friend or no more than a soft memory.  He cares about her - he has to care to keep her safe - but there can be a big difference between caring for an Omega because she is an Omega and loving an Omega because you cherish her as a person.” You’d heard of such a duty before.  That’s how the system was supposed to work on Earth too, but… there were too many times where it had gotten corrupted, where the Alphas took advantage of Omegas’ weakness when they were in heat.  

“Have you performed such a duty?” You couldn’t help asking, too curious for your own good.  

Loki inclined his head.  “I have,” he wasn’t ashamed by it, or proud of any conquests.  It was just a fact.  “It was my duty as an Alpha to see them through safely,” that was all there was to it.  A duty, nothing more.  

You felt that things were different with you.  He wanted to get to know you.

So you let him into your private space.  

He stepped into your apartment and looked around with curious eyes, evaluating your tastes and decorations.  You’d made it home since you’d moved in.  The team was always doting on you and taking you out shopping and to buy more knickknacks and decorations, more things to make this place your home.  You showed him the living room, your library, which he looked over with interest, evaluating your taste in books, your little kitchen, and even let him peek into your bedroom.  

“What’s in there?” He asked at the door to your den.

You blushed.  “My… den,” you said softly and lowered your eyes.  Some Alphas didn’t understand an Omega’s need for a den, for a comfortable fluffy dark place to feel safe from the outside world.  

“May I see it?” He asked gently, carefully.  He wanted to know all about you, and seemed to sense that this was important. 

You nodded and hesitantly opened the door.  It was important for him to see.  

Your den was only lit with fairy lights and was a fort of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals.  Loki smiled fondly when he saw the comfortable safe space.  

“It’s lovely, Elskling.  Though it appears to be missing something,” he said too innocently.  

You raised an eyebrow and looked up at him confused.  It was the best den you’d ever had.  “Missing what?”

“This,” he said and gestured.  In your den appeared a giant teddy bear that was bigger than you with Loki’s trademark golden horned helmet on its head.  It was absolutely perfect and you would be able to curl up safely in its arms.

You lit up in delight.  “It’s perfect!” You told him and glomped him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly and nuzzling close.  

His arms went around you automatically, steady and strong as he held you to him.  “You’re welcome, Elskling,” he growl-purred in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

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Small Time Witch (8)

Steve set the table in the dining room. He put a note on the door saying , “Do not enter under penalty of death!” The lights were dimmed and candles were lit. He had a bottle of wine breathing and your salmon salad in pretty white bowls. Even though he told you not to change your clothes you borrowed a dress from Wanda. It was long with long sleeves. It almost reminded you of a nightgown but it had a deep V down the front. “Don’t ruin my dress. Have fun.” She said with a wave.

You got out of the elevator and Steve was waiting for you. “You look beautiful.” He kissed your cheek and took your hand to lead you to the table. Neither of you could stop smiling. You ate in a comfortable silence for a bit. He poured you another glass. “So what was your life like living with a coven?” he finally asked.

“My life was painfully boring. I went to a normal school until I was twelve. Came into my powers and spent middle and high school at Charles Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters. Got myself under control. Went to MIT and the rest is history.”

“What did you study?”

“Electrical Engineering of course.” You smiled and took a big sip of wine.

“So you are super smart.”

“I wouldn’t say super.”

“I like super smart women. When you were going over your part in the mission briefing today, that was sexy as hell. I think Tony is in love with you.”

“Most men are intimidated when I tell them what I do. Mutant girl with weird powers super hot. I tell them I’m regular girl electrical engineer who works for the government and they’re regretting buying me a drink.”

He scoffs, “Amateurs. If they can’t handle it they aren’t worth your time.”

You smiled and held his hand across the table, “You’re worth my time.” He tried to hide his cheeks that were turning crimson.

“I’m glad. I like spending time with you too. So what is Charles Xaviers School...”

“For Gifted Youngsters? It’s a mouthful I know. Mutant school basically. Professor Charles Xavier and his band of merry mutants created a school for young mutants. That way we could be ourselves without being harassed.”

“You keep calling yourself a mutant. I thought you were a witch.”

“I am. We do spell work and all of that Mother Nature bullshit. We also all have...well had...specific genetic mutations that gave us various abilities. My Aunt Helen took in my mother when she was pregnant for me. Eventually we grew into a coven of twelve. Then we weren’t.” You had a far off look in your eyes like you were lost in your memories.

Not wanting to bum you out he changed the subject.

“So I watched ‘Chamber of Secrets’.”

“Without me?! What did you think?”

“Just bottom line me. Are Hermione and Harry going to fall in love?” Your eyes got big and you laughed.

“Sir, you have many more movies to watch. To the tv!”

You cleared the plates and tidied up. You made small talk sharing your favorite of things, getting to know each other.

In the elevator going up to his room you would glance at each other then look away blushing. You both felt it. An invisible string pulled you towards each other and, in an instant you were in his arms. He brushed his lips over yours. You could taste the ghost of wine on his breath. He ran his fingertips up the back of your neck and tangled them in your hair at the nape. His desire was almost overwhelming for you. It radiated off of him and sent tingles through your nerve endings. You felt like you were made of static. A million pulses of light fluttered through your body. He hit the emergency stopped lowered his head and kissed you.

This was a deep kiss. It was tentative at first like he was testing the waters. When you didn’t pulled back it became desperate. Your hands trembled as you ran them up his arms. He held your face drinking you in like you were the first drop of water he’s had in days. He pushed you against the wall and pressed his hard on into your hip. You just couldn’t stop kissing him. You were so lost in the moment you didn’t feel the sparks forming on your fingertips. When you brought one hand up to touch his chest there was a crackling sound and then he went sailing across the elevator.

You looked down at your hands in a panic. He sat up shaking his head. Your eyes were fixated on the singe mark on his shirt. It was right above his heart. You burst into tears and backed into the corner. “Y/N. I’m ok. It was just a little jolt. It’s ok.”

“I could have killed you!” you sobbed.

“No. It’s ok. Super soldier remember? It was ok.” He went to hug you but you pushed him away. “Don’t touch me! I’ll hurt you again!”

You frantically pushed the elevator button to get back to Wanda’s room to get your things. Every time he tried to grab you you got more agitated. The more agitated you were the bigger the sparks were. The lights started to flicker. You couldn’t breathe. Once the doors finally opened Wanda was there waiting. She could hear you screaming for her. You hadn’t even realized you were. You stumbled out of the doors into her arms. Sparks were flying from your fingers. The others stood by watching not knowing what to do. She smoothed your hair and shushed in your ear. “I want to go home.” You whispered.

“Ok. Ok. Let’s go.” She helped you stand and you left without looking back at him.

“Wait. Y/N. I promise I’m ok.” Steve pleaded.

“I’ll drive.” Nat came out of nowhere with your keys. Steve came closer to you but Nat put her hands up to stop him. “Look. Rest up. I’ll call when we get her settled. No one needs to be on edge for tomorrow.”

He ran his hands over his face through his hair.

Bruce had an intense look on his face. He touched Steve’s arm to get his attention. “Steve that was really close to your heart. I’d like to run an EKG to make sure you’re ok.”

“I’m fine, Bruce. Really.”

“Please. Your skin is singed. I know it will heal quick but your heart may not. Let’s just check it out.” He went with Bruce to the lab and let him do his thing. What he really wanted to do was go after you. Turns out, as he suspected, the shock you gave him was minor. Though he didn’t want to make it a habit, he was no worse for wear.

Loki was half asleep on the couch when he felt you getting closer. You were so scared it made him feel ill. He didn’t know exactly how close you were but he felt compelled to run to where ever you were. He called Wanda. “We’re almost there. I know you feel it.” She answered.

“Anyone within a twenty block radius can feel it.”

“Open the door. We’re parking.”

He paced the floor until he saw you. You were no longer crying. You looked drained. “Darling. Hey” he held your face in his hands waiting until you focused on him.

“Tell me what happened.”

You took a deep breath and held Wanda’s hand while you told the whole story sparing no detail. He wanted to scream when you said you were kissing.

“I could have killed him, Loki.” He held your head against his chest trying to calm you. You started crying again.

“Honey. Do you want us to stay?” Wanda asked.

“No. I just want to go to bed. We all need sleep.” She hugged you both sandwiching you in between their bodies. You visibly relaxed when you felt her warmth.

“I love you, Y/N. We’ll see you both in the morning.”

“Quinjet leaves at 8.” Nat rubbed your arm “I’ll let Steve know you’re ok. We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks, girls.” They smiled and walked out.

“Y/N. Has this ever happened before?”

“Once. Right when I came into my powers. I was holding hands with Bobby Myer and I shocked the shit out of him. He peed his pants. That’s when my mother took me out of school.”

“I have to ask. Did the soldier wet himself?” You both laughed a little harder than you wanted to perhaps.

“Come. Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had enough adventures for one night.”

“Don’t leave me alone please, Lok.”

He hugged you tighter, “Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”

You called Steve to check on him. “Hey. Bruce looked me over and I’m perfectly fine. I have a patch of chest hair missing and I smell like burnt toast but I’m fine. Can we FaceTime? I’d love to see your face.” Loki rolled his eyes when you shooed him out of the bed.

Steve appeared on screen. His shirt was off. Right where you shocked him he outlined his bare skin with a marker in the shape of a heart. You smiled and teared up again. You wished you could kiss it. “No tears, Princess. Get some rest. We have a long flight and a really long few days ahead of us.”

“Thanks for not hating me.” He chuckled. “Hate you? Not a chance. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Loki opened the door a crack, “Can I come back?”

“Yes. Please. I need you to snuggle me.” You positioned yourselves around each other. He contemplated what may have caused you to involuntarily erupt. He thought possibly it was a sign of arousal. Though he wasn’t sure why it didn’t happen any other time you were intimate with someone. He wanted to ask but you were already fast asleep.

It was three in the morning which, in Loki’s opinion, was the darkest part of the night. He felt too warm and a light was mysteriously streaming into his eyes. When he opened them he was in his bed chambers in the palace in Asgard. He still felt the weight of your body but you were not there. His sheets were cool and pooled around his waist. They were crisp and a much higher thread count than yours. He sat up and looked around seeing all the familiar things. His big tufted chair in the corner where he did his reading. His massive book cases that went up to the vaulted ceilings. He even thought he could smell his mother’s perfume. It wafted in like she had just walked through the room.

He hurried to his feet to get dressed as he had done so many times. Friga would barge into his room even though his staff was told explicitly that he was not to be disturbed. She would throw open the heavy drapes and profess that his tender haunches needed to see the sun. Sometimes there were girls to shoo out of the room. He didn’t ever stop her. He would just roll over groaning but she ignored him. “Put something on and join me for tea.” This time was no different except for one big thing. His mother was dead. He found her on the balcony looking over the majesty of her gardens beneath them. He stood frozen behind her trying to make sense of what was happening.

“It doesn’t have to make sense, darling. Come. Sit with me.” He opened his mouth to say something when she looked over her shoulder and said, “Don’t argue with your mother.” His eyes filled with tears. When he held her hand he let them flow.

“Oh. Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

“I miss you terribly.”

“How can you miss me when I’m always with you?” He wanted to crawl in her lap like he did when he was a child. She stood from the chair and wrapped him in her arms and allowed him to fall apart.

“Talk to me, son. What is troubling you?”

“Nothing.”

“You wouldn’t have summoned me here if there was nothing wrong.”

He unloaded on her. He felt like a weight was lifted off of his chest.

“May I offer my opinion?” He nodded yes.

“She’ll come around.”

“That’s it?” He felt cheated. She patted his hand, “That’s it. What? You wanted some profound advice? Son, you already know how she feels about you. You never allow anyone in. Once you do, she’ll come around.” She hugged him again. She buried her nose in his hair and inhaled deeply. “I love you, Loki.”

“I love you too, mother. Will I see you again?”

“I’m not one to linger.” She blew him a kiss and he woke up to the sound of your alarm.

You hit snooze and put your hand back on his chest. He smoothed your hair out of your face to see you had fallen back to sleep. It was now or never he thought. With that he gripped you tighter praying you couldn’t hear and he said the words burned on his heart. “I love you, Y/N. I know you’re with Steve and I won’t stand in the way of that. But I love you.” He let out his breath and closed his eyes. He felt you stir a little. The alarm sounded again. You turned it off and he rolled to get out of bed. You pulled him back down.

“Let’s not piss off your boyfriend this morning, pet. I’m sure he’s anxious to get going.”

“Wait.” You climbed onto his lap and wrap your arms and legs around him. “I love you too.” He peeled you off of him looking hopeful but confused. “It doesn’t have to make sense, Lok. But I know this isn’t where you want to be. Not really. You have galaxies to explore. What do you want to do in upstate New York? Steve is....he’s dependable.”

“So you’re saying you don’t trust me? You can’t rely on me.” He looked away but you turned his face back towards you.

“With my life, I trust you implicitly. I can’t say the same for my heart.”

He was crestfallen. Love was not something that Loki gave freely. The way you shot him down made him feel like you had been mulling this over for some time and you chose before he even gave you the chance to hear him out. Before he could say anymore your mouth was on his.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” You kissed your way down his neck and fumbled for the draw string of his pants. Loki was in no position to stop you. His arousal had taken over. “Y/N, please...”

“I love you.” Finding your way back to his lips you hovered there for a second. The tingle ran all through your body begging to break loose. “I love you, Loki. Please don’t be angry. I can’t be with you. It’s too much. You’re too much.” Your fingertips crackled and sparked. Unfazed he intertwined his fingers with yours absorbing some of the current.

Tears shimmered in his eyes but they never spilled. No way he’d give you the satisfaction. You thought you could feel his heart breaking under your palm. You pressed harder to feel it beating strong but fragile. He silver tongue eluded him now. He held you as tight as he could letting your magic die down and he kissed you again with abandon.

He ran his hands down your back and cupped your ass cheeks to pull you forward. His cock was aching under the thin material of his sleep pants. He could feel your dampness as you pressed down on him. Your heart fluttered against your chest like a bird trying to break free from its cage. He slipped his fingers into the front of your panties coating them in your wetness. You gasped. He could feel the hair on his arms standing at attention. “Easy pet. Breathe.”

His fingers reverently explored your needy cunt. He moved slowly but each movement was deliberate squeezing out every bit of pleasure. “That’s it. Come for me. Find your peace.” You clamped down like a vice grip around his fingers. When you came the bed shook and the lights flickered finally giving way to darkness.

His mouth was on you again taking his time to enjoy you. He managed to get his pants down and your panties moved just enough to slip inside of you. The weight of his cock felt exquisite. You held there for a moment enjoying how it stretched you yet fit in perfectly like your body was made for his. You rocked your hips grinding down to relieve the pressure on your clit. He positioned his hand in between your bodies and pinched and rolled the swollen bundle between his fingers causing the wave to build again. “Darling listen. Focus on my voice.” You looked at him through hooded eyes. Everything felt so extraordinary you could barely make your brain understand him. His emotions mingled with yours. Your brain was worked into a frenzy.

“When you come I want you to pull in the tingle. Find your center and withdraw. Ready?” You nodded. “Come now. Come with me.” He growled in your ear. That sent you over the edge. The noises you made were sinful. When he came he pulled you in and rested his head on your chest. You were able to control your magick in an intense situation. “Good girl,” he panted. “Thank you for not electrocuting me.” You both laughed and kissed again. A long languid kiss that would normally help you drift off to sleep.

You had to shake yourself out of your sex haze fast and get to the compound. You forced yourself to only think about the mission for now. Loki’s mind searched for yours trying to keep the connection. You had already shut him out. He wouldn’t do the same to you. Those flood gates were opened now. He was waiting for you to emerge gasping for breath. If only he were the man you’d look to for rescuing.

[lightneverfades]

Of Sweaters and Reindeer

Frostiron Holiday Wishes Challenge ❆ 🎅🎄 Prompts by @kimmycup Fic written by @shinindragon

Wish (Prompt/Idea): Loki in Tony's MIT sweatshirt.

When Tony came home in the middle of the night, he just stumbled towards his bedroom, not paying any kind of attention to his surroundings. He just wanted to crawl back into his warm, comfy bed, wrap himself around his boyfriend, bury his face in his soft locks and fall into a state of welcome unconsciousness.

The Avengers had been called away in the middle of the night to deal with Doom, who had thought it was a brilliant idea to wreak havoc in Times Square at a most unreasonable hour. Steve, wide awake and ready for anything, had rudely woken them all and told them to suit up. Tony had wanted to punch him, wipe that irritating awakeness off his stupid face. Who in their right mind was that awake at 1:30 in the morning?! And no, Tony wasn't complaining because he hadn't gotten much sleep when Captain 'I Get Up At 5am Anyway' had pulled him from his sweet, sweet slumber. On the contrary, actually– Loki had made him go to bed early because he had pulled a lab binge and had been awake for nearly three whole days at that point. So they had been passed out in each other's arms in their way too big bed by 10pm.

Loki didn't necessarily stop Tony from his lab binges, because he knew that, when Tony had his mind set on something, he wouldn't be able to rest until he had answers or made something to his satisfaction. The Norse God only intervened when Tony went over the forty-eight hours mark, and Tony did the same when it came to Loki and his reading or magic stuff, because they were both like that, staying awake for too long nurturing their respective interests, and then collapsing and regretting the binge, just to not learn and do it again after having been in a coma for two days. That's why they had made a deal at some point, because it tended to really get out of hand, and that wasn't good for their overall health, or usefulness in battles, or just in general– they wouldn't stop each other from these binges, but when it was longer than two days, they would intervene, insist on a proper meal and rest. It worked. Sure, they still were up for two days straight quite often, but this was easier than intervening after, like, six hours already, because that only made them upset and grumpy. And neither of them liked to be forced to stop tending to their hobbies, but they also knew they couldn't stay awake for a week without it having consequences. The other Avengers (and Pepper and Rhodey) trusted them to look out for each other when it concerned the binges.

And yesterday had been nice.

Tony had been up for a little over fifty hours by the time Loki had come into the workshop and intervened, which was just short for 'he distracted Tony with fleeting, casual touches and kisses and running his fingers through his hair and looking over his shoulder watching him work, until Tony finally snapped and grabbed his hand to go over to the couch to have some fun'.

Yes, a very nice afternoon indeed.

They had fallen asleep on the couch down in Tony's workshop, Tony sprawled out on top of Loki, both very much naked (obviously) and hoping no one would have the questionable luck of entering the workshop and seeing them– which had happened before, poor Clint.

When they had woken up again, they had gotten dressed (Loki's magic really came in handy at times, lots of times) and then had ordered take-out and watched Netflix until Loki had decided it was time to actually get some sleep, and Tony hadn't complained. Going to bed with Loki was wonderful, and he didn't even mean the sex necessarily (which was great, thank you very much). No, one of the best things was that Loki was a cuddler, and falling asleep in his arms was great.

And that's what Tony wanted right now. When Steve had woken them, Tony had to extract himself from Loki's loving embrace, much to the displeasure of the Trickster, who hadn't even been fully awake. Tony had voiced his dismay about having to get up rather loudly and using quite colourful language, including some swear words in foreign languages– Natasha had almost lost it when he had been swearing in Russian, Steve had just stared at him utterly dumbstruck. That look had been worth the disrupted sleep and cuddling, to be honest.

But now he was finally back home, it was a quarter after four, and he just wanted to get back into Loki's arms.

He entered their bedroom and dropped down on the bed, sighing heavily. It was only then that he noticed that the bed was empty. He felt around for good measure, but alas, no Loki.

Tony frowned. "JARVIS?"

"Yes, Sir?" came the voice of his AI.

"Where's Loki?"

"You walked past him, Sir."

Tony's frown deepened. "What?"

"He is on the couch in the living room," JARVIS answered.

So Tony got back up from the bed and walked to the living room, which was only semi-dark now, because JARVIS had turned on the lights but only very dimly, and now he spotted Loki, curled up with a fluffy blanket on the couch. Not just curled up, he was basically a God of Mischief burrito, which was a common occurrence and generally really adorable. Tony smiled and knelt down in front of him and tenderly caressed his cheek.

"Loki," he said gently, brushing some strands of hair out of his man's face and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Surprisingly, Loki almost immediately woke up, slowly but he did. He blinked a few times and Tony could pinpoint the exact moment he recognized him because he started to smile, it was a very soft, very sleepy smile, and it looked beautiful.

"You're back," Loki mumbled drowsily.

"I am," Tony chuckled, running his fingers through Loki's hair.

"Are you hurt?"

Of course that would be the first thing Loki asked, because no matter how tired, asleep or annoyed by Tony he was, he cared very deeply about him and always worried about him when he went out on missions.

"No, I'm okay." Tony pressed another kiss to Loki's forehead. "What are you doing out here?"

"Waiting for you."

"I'm here now." Tony smiled softly. "C'mon, let's go back to bed."

"No," Loki grumbled, taking Tony's hand. "S'ay here, don' wanna ge' up."

Loki in a sleep-drunk state was quite the experience. His speech was very drowsy, a little slurred, swallowing the T's for some reason, and he had just popped the p in 'up'– it was just so totally different from his usual very sophisticated, sometimes posh, tone. Very amusing, too.

"C'mere," Loki purred, followed by a huge yawn, and pulled Tony down on the couch.

Tony chuckled but let Loki do whatever he was doing, because honestly, this side of Loki was just too cute to disrupt. Loki pulled at the sleeve of his shirt, signalling him to lean down, where Tony was greeted with soft lips on his, meeting for a very lazy, rather sloppy kiss, and it felt wonderful.

When their lips separated again, Tony saw that Loki was halfway off to dreamland again, his eyes droopy and his lips slightly parted, which could be from the kiss, but it was also just how he slept. So Tony decided that it just wasn't worth the effort to get Loki awake and up, just to go sleep in bed, and tried to get Loki to open his blanket cocoon for him, which thankfully Loki did, more unconsciously than anything else though– like mentioned, the Loki playing blanket burrito was a common occurrence. Tony slipped underneath the blanket and settled on top of Loki, noticing with a quirked eyebrow the bold letters on the sweater his lover was wearing, which said 'MIT', and he was fairly certain that he hadn't worn that shirt when Tony had left. But it wasn't important right now, he'd just ask about it tomorrow.

JARVIS turned off the lights again, which was Tony's cue to rest his head under Loki's chin. He sighed content and closed his eyes.

"I love you, Loki," he muttered into the darkness.

Arms wrapped around him and a soft hum came from Loki, who was already asleep again, and Tony quickly followed suit.

***

Tony woke up a few hours later when JARVIS decided it was time to get up and have breakfast, and he did that by opening the blinds covering the window front and let in the daylight, which was just such an evil, devious thing to do. Tony fought against waking up for a bit but ultimately failed and let out an exasperated sigh. Well, Loki was still underneath him, sleeping soundly with a soft, peaceful look on his face, and Tony didn't want to disturb him because, first off, he looked adorable, and secondly, Loki was sleeping after having trouble with it for the past week because of nightmares.

So Tony very slowly, very carefully, like he was on a frozen lake, got up and climbed off of Loki, who had no reaction at all, thankfully. Tony's gaze fell on the MIT sweater the God was wearing and once more found himself raising an eyebrow. Yes, he was absolutely sure that Loki hadn't worn that when they had gone to bed the evening before. He had worn Tony's Black Sabbath T-shirt, which he had nicked a few months ago. Tony didn't mind Loki wearing his clothes, in fact, he loved it. Loki had to make them bigger using his magic or else he would walk around with a crop top, which was a very wild image. Tony was convinced it would look great, very sexy, but he knew Loki would never sink so low, probably. But he wanted to wear Tony's clothes and that was just so unexpected and wonderful.

He covered Loki with the blanket again, which caused Loki to subconsciously curl into himself again, once more turning himself into a blanket burrito. Tony chuckled, kissed Loki's forehead and then silently crept off to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

A little later, he was sitting in the armchair next to the couch, his legs up, cradling a StarkPad on them and reading the news, about to finish his second cup, when he noticed Loki starting to stir and slowly waking up. He finished his coffee, put the tablet on the table and went back to the kitchen to make Loki a cup of tea. And as he had expected, just as he was about to put a splash of milk into the tea, Loki came padding into the kitchen, immediately wrapping his arms around Tony's waist and nuzzling his hair.

"Good morning to you too, Comet," Tony said smirking and turned his head to let his lips be claimed in yet another lazy, sloppy kiss.

Loki hummed. "Is that another reindeer name?" he asked, his voice still very drowsy from sleep.

Tony smiled. "It is."

"I told you before, Anthony," Loki answered, interrupted by a yawn as he pulled away to lean against the counter, "reindeer have antlers" – he put his hands to his head, mimicking said animal part – "not horns, so the nickname doesn't make sense. Goats have horns, or sheep, or ibex."

Tony grinned at him. "You will always be a reindeer to me, Bambi."

"Bambi was just a regular deer," Loki sighed.

Tony chuckled and just kissed him on the cheek as he handed him his tea. Loki completely forgot the 'reindeer discourse' (which was a regular thing as well) at the sight of his beloved tea and brought the cup up to his face, just to inhale the scent for a moment, before he then finally took a sip and hummed happily.

Meanwhile, Tony leaned against the kitchen island opposite of Loki and stared at him, or rather his MIT sweater. Loki didn't notice as he was distracted by his tea, a very happy, yet still quite sleepy smile on his lips as he drank it with noises of content after every sip. Tony honestly loved watching Loki in the morning, because it was like he was a completely different person, very soft and adorable. To be fair though, Tony got to see Loki from a different side than all the other Avengers anyway, he even bet that Thor didn't know this side of Loki, but he was convinced Thor didn't really know Loki anyway.

When Loki finally finished his tea, after seemingly ages, he put the cup down and looked at Tony.

"Why are you staring at me? Something wrong with my hair?" he asked, instinctively reaching to check if his hair was weird in some way.

Tony shook his head smiling. "No, I'm staring because you're wearing my MIT sweater. Why are you wearing my MIT sweater?"

Loki looked at him surprised for a moment and then looked away, very clearly blushing and he started to fidget, which was odd, because there was nothing to be nervous about right now, was there? Yet, Loki very clearly was nervous about something, which was probably him wearing Tony's shirt, and Tony wondered why because it wasn't news? Loki wore Tony's clothes a lot actually, see him having nicked the Black Sabbath T-shirt Tony had worn when he had confronted him here in this very penthouse back in 2012.

Maybe his nervousness was only linked to the MIT sweater? But he wouldn't be nervous about wearing it, he actually liked to show off wearing Tony's clothes, which Tony guessed had something to do with pride and spite, like "Look at me! I have a boyfriend who, unlike all of you, has impeccable fashion sense!"– okay, to be fair, that was Tony's point of view on the situation and wasn't necessarily the truth of why Loki liked to walk around in Tony's clothes. Fact of the matter was though, that he did like it, so why was he nervous now?

Maybe it was the reason why he wore it? Maybe it was more than just 'he is my boyfriend, so I'm gonna steal his clothes and wear them, like every good boyfriend does'? If he was nervous about it, then this option was very likely.

Tony reached out and took Loki's hand. "Loki? Why are you wearing it? I mean, it looks good on you. You know I love it when you wear my clothes."

Loki turned his head to look at him again and flashed him a shy smile. "I… It smells of you, and it comforts me when you're gone," he finally answered, and Tony might just melt because of the answer. "It's not like it is with the other shirts. I only put it on when you're gone and… and you weren't supposed to know, because if you do, you won't continue wearing it, as it is 'legally mine now', as you told me. You stopped wearing all the other shirts I started wearing, and I don't want that to happen with this one. It still smells of you and it comforts me and I need that because I worry so much when you leave to do your hero thing, and I'm scared you won't return or that you get hurt badly, and that just… it upsets me, but I can't stop thinking like that, no matter what I try, and I just–"

Loki gasped surprised when Tony, without any kind of warning whatsoever, cut off his rambling by pressing his still of coffee tasting, soft lips on Loki's, claiming them in a passionate and loving kiss. Loki moaned and closed his eyes, burying a hand in Tony's thick hair (so fluffy!), while Tony moved his hands from Loki's face to his waist and brought their bodies together, so that there was no space left between them.

In Loki's opinion, Tony ended the kiss way too soon. Loki kept his eyes closed, his hands dropped to his sides.

There was a peck on his cheek, and then Tony said, "I love you, Cupid."

Loki rolled his eyes behind his eyelids but smiled nonetheless. He felt Tony wrap his arms around his waist and finally opened his eyes, Tony smiled at him warmly and lovingly.

"I will keep on wearing it if that's what you want," he said and Loki blushed again, which only made Tony smile more and kiss his temple. "I think it's incredibly sweet that it comforts you and I wouldn't want to take that away from you."

Loki smiled and leaned into Tony's embrace.

"Keep the size though," Tony remarked. "Oversized sweaters and hoodies are amazing."

"You don't own any hoodies," Loki pointed out.

Tony gasped. "Then I need to change that!" Loki chuckled. "Or better yet," Tony continued, "we get you a hoodie, and then I get to wear your clothes finally."

Loki laughed. "Our clothes."

"Yeah, exactly, our clothes. Our sweaters and hoodies and T-shirts."

"My leather armor though."

"Yeah, I wouldn't look good in that anyway."

"Oh, I don't know. I think leather would look rather… ravishing on you." Loki smirked and actually had the audacity to lick his lips– his soft, tasty, very tempting, very inviting looking lips!

Tony stared at him and then grinned. "Only one way to find out, I suppose."

"Right you are, love."

Loki took Tony by the hand and went to the bedroom to prove his theory about Tony looking good in leather. (Spoiler alert: he does!)

If they weren't seen or heard of for the remainder of the day, what about it?

If Tony didn't show up for the debrief with Fury, what about it?

If Steve walked in on them having fun because he was upset Tony missed the debrief and didn't answer calls, and also because JARVIS refused to give any information on him, then what about it? The consequential trauma that followed seeing Tony and Loki naked and in the middle of some quite kinky 'fonduing' was entirely on him, okay.

The next day, Tony had JARVIS order an oversized, even for Loki a little, green hoodie with a reindeer on it, which Loki accepted happily and wore proudly. And when it was Tony's turn to wear the hoodie, he chose to smack Steve with the sleeves whenever he inevitably annoyed him, much to the delight of literally everyone around, especially Loki, because he thought that was an excellent choice of non-lethal, not-especially-harmful weapon, and also because he thought Steve deserved to be smacked in the face with hoodie sleeves.

Meanwhile, even though they enjoyed watching Tony smack Steve in the face with sleeves, everyone else was convinced that Tony and Loki were actual five years olds, trapped in the bodies of grown men, one of which was supposed to be a thousand year old Norse God, and the other a genius inventor.

But what did it matter anyway? Tony and Loki were happy, and no one could deny that they deserved it, and it was also a wonderful sight to watch those two idiots be so incredibly in love with each other.

So if they annoyed the other Avengers with their antics sometimes, what about it? They were happy and that's what mattered in the end, alright.

[imasimpforstevengrant]

Why do we like this clown so much?

Change the "we" for "I" and you get an usual tag I use whenever I post my content in Tumblr. And it sounds funny at first but whenever you start diving into that phrase, the deeper it becomes. So, I finally have decided to share my thoughts about this strange but wholesome attraction to this deeply flawed character. It's not something I usually do since I don't know how to write down my feelings properly and also in english so please forgive any typos (I'm from Chile so don't be surprised lol).

So...Why do we like this clown so much?

Why was it that a character precisely designed to scare and to disgust the fuck out of us ended up unchaining a series of feelings that shouldn't have taken place in a beginning?

Let's take a look at the background: Joaquin Phoenix was cast as Arthur Fleck/Joker in 2018. The first image of him as the aforementioned character revealed a deeply disturbed man. We knew the plot. A man driven to insanity after a brutal history of abuse, creating concern in people if the upcoming film would inspire real life violence. Incel violence and mass shootings, more specifically.

(the image in question)

As 2019 arrives, the two trailers generated so much hype that media needed to fuel its concern about it. Since it wasn't your typical comic book film, media basically bombed our minds making us believe this film was going to be a total disaster, an excuse to cause harm to others among other nonsense, as if the film would justify everything Arthur would do in the film, eventually. As the release date is closer, the film receives thunderous applause and unanimous praise from critics. At this, fans rejoiced and expressed impatience to watch the film.

October 5th.

People left the theaters amazed, shocked and genuinely moved by the inhuman treatment Arthur received in the film. The fear media tried so desperately to infuse in us with all the incel bullshit and such turned out to awake one of the most positive, best feelings in humans:

E M P A T H Y

The word that so gloriously cleared away any dark thoughts or actions not only proves media was wrong but it turned out to ridicule it in way nobody will forget: Hundreds of people advocating for mental illness, calling out to the kindness that could change a person's bad day and questioning how politicians and rich people are indifferent to social problems proved how much as a society we have changed in comparison with the one shown in the film.

However, since we are on Tumblr, I'll get straight to the point and try to explain why the fuck does this clown has us dying out of love and compassion (and lust).

I. Background.

As nurturing as we women are for a biological matter, we see a man deprived of a good job, is on seven different medications, working like a slave to sustain his ill mother, putting aside his own health and well-being to look for her, struggling to make his dream of being a comedian despite everyone stepping on him, underpaid and treated like a freak for a disorder he did not ask to suffer, which makes it impossible to be indifferent to all the horrible ordeal that eventually will reach the limit of what he can tolerate without going insane. It is impossible to not say or think, at least, that someone (even if it's just one person) should stand for him just as it is impossible not to feel the need to throw ourselves at him to shield him from people who hurt him or simply offer him our shoulder whenever he has had a bad day, specially when he learns he was sexually assaulted by his step father.

This horrid behaviour terrifies newer generations because they get a taste of what being a social outcast was like more than thirty years ago in comparison with today, where there's more acceptance and treatment for mentally ill people like Arthur. We see in him someone who could have been saved with a proper education and emotional support instead of descending into madness as a criminal. Others simply saw themselves being treated like him at some point in their lives and couldn't help but put themselves in his shoes.

II. Personality.

TRUTH BE TOLD:

There's something called "attraction by proximity". It is the explanation to the eventual love you feel whenever someone doesn't catch your eye at first terms of physical attraction but his/her personality does attract you. This happens to be the base of this situation. His shyness, introverted nature, tenderness and innocent desire to make people laugh and put on a happy face awake some kind of tenderness we cannot resist. This combined with the gloomy background increases our understanding (but not justifying) of the bad decisions he'll eventually take during the course of the film. This traces a line of harsh, almost hurtful contrast of the violence he shows later on the film. Once again, it is not justified in any way but it is certainly understandable.

III. Appearance.

Arthur Fleck is unconventionally attractive.

This happens to be a plus for most women. He is out of the male beauty standards (no abs, not too muscly or particularly tall), which makes him even more unique. It is precisely the fact that he's not a model one of the reasons women love him. He could easily be your man next door or your colleague or the guy you always see but never dare to talk for fear to bother him Because it's about proximity. Arthur looks like your common neighbour. He's not meant to be your typical desirable male protagonist at all.

... And yet.

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking hot I can't even---

It's not about how beautiful his green eyes are, his long slender fingers, his hair or his smile only. It's the charm behind it.

Another "magnet point" is the way he dresses. I know he's impoverished and his wardrobe tend to be repetitive but it is so unpretentious, so simple that is hard to not fall for. The modesty of the shirts, ironed trousers reminds us of a mature man deeply withdrawn into himself, love starved and longing to be seen and loved by others, like a war veteran who still fights the most important war: with himself. Is someone who needs to be listened and understood.

AND OF COURSE WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT IT?

He's also brought back the old gentleman outfit, white shirts, red/yellow vest, red suit and elegant dancing moves and the retro style of the film boosts this attractiveness.

People keep comparing him with the previous interpretation of Joker (Leto's) whose costume appealed to young women with a tattooed, gangster, mumble rapper crazy-guy wannabe which didn't connect with the audiences (young people in general). This supposedly was to match or even have a sexy, tormented and desirable villain like Marvel's Loki. We all know how that story ended but it's the link for the next point below.

IV. Transformation

This is a particularly strong point considering how much we loved to watch the process of this weak, powerless, forgotten caterpillar into a beautiful and visible butterfly that will gracefully stir its wings for everyone to see its colours.

When Arthur transitions to the Joker, it's so cathartic to see taking revenge on those who wronged him (even when we're not supposed to root for him) like seeing his shyness fading away into a vivid confidence when dancing half naked in the bathroom, or witnessing him making way to make his name known to people in Murray Franklin's Show:

Adding to this newly gained confidence, there's another turn on: the way he walks.

At the beginning, his pace is hunched and limping, displaying his submission to violence, which makes the viewer more satisfied to see his broken yet beautiful soul turning the past pain of his existence into art: he lets music guide his moves as a way to tell the world he's a new man by cutting most of the sick, evil roots that harmed him, that he's invincible, that no one can stop him. Watching this cathartic display of euphoria was the most iconic scene in the film, following his speech at the TV and the inevitable meltdown that caused Murray's death.

Going to further appreciation, even his clown make up is beautiful. Why? Simple. The combination of colours, shapes and the intimidating glare just embellishes even more the character.

The dark blue triangles in his expressive eyes makes the light green colour to highlight, specially in dark backgrounds, giving the impression he's piercing your soul whenever he stares directly at the camera. Same can be said about the red smile and emerald green hair. They boost an already intimidating look.

The cold and warm colours paint a picture of a man full of intense emotions, mirroring it in a simple yet masterful artistic way.

Another interesting point is the way Joker dresses. Usually we had almost every single live adaption of this character in purple coat, hat, etc. But this particular version is not following any comic, which gives more freedom to creativity and once again, out of the standards of what we could have expected.

Red is a colour related to passion, action, love, strength, motivation and excitement. As for yellow, it indicates freshness, happiness and enlightenment and finally, green. Green is renewal, growth and regeneration. Colours that represent a new stage in his life, a mirthful chapter at last. We finally get to see our battered, always humiliated protagonist (or hero) descending into madness, but finally free from his repressed man who held his soul captive like a bird to fly away, to never come back. An insanity that despite being his downfall, turned out to be his ticket to freedom as he walks to the light in Arkham Asylum dancing at the end.

Ladies and gentlemen: behold the film nobody asked... But the film we fucking deserved.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

❤️💚💛

[pastthevaulteddoors]

Work in Progress Wednesday

This is more a summary, unclean vision of a story I thought up of. I'm not a huge mpreg fan, but I fell in love with a few Loki/Tony Stark get preggers due to MAGIC some years ago so that trope kind of stuck with me. Forgive me if it's not your thing.

The basic story; at a tense conference at Carp Tower, Lan Xichen offers to share his usual pavilion rooms with his brother and brother-in-law because of how packed the place is with unexpected guests.

Due to magic experimentation and an unexpected sexy times with Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao in the adjoining rooms, everyone is caught up in a pregancy spell of WWX's doing. That same night, unrest causes uproar inside Carp Tower and allies of WWX are forced to flee.

Things happen, Jin Guangyao gets separated and ends up in a fog that causes memory loss. He's found by an old farming couple, and they agree to take him on as a hired hand while he tries to piece together the mystery of his amnesia. They call him Li.

At the same time, he's very concerned that he's getting a belly rather quickly on a farmer's diet. Six months later, and he's convinced that whatever stole his memories also implanted a demon inside of him. He's looking for help get it out with cultivators in town when he hears of the famous WWX becoming pregnant as a man! He puts two and two together and realizes that he must have some connection to him, as the farmer's wife did joke about his symptoms being similar to when she had her children.

The following is my sorta written part I wanted to share. Enjoy!

A few days later, a small group of shadows drifted down from the skies into the village. And there Li saw the most beautiful man he’d ever seen; tall and dashing, eyes full of kindness in reserve yet brimmed with worry and hope. He, along with a few others, began to ask around for the famed Lanling advisor.

Li, however, was shy to approach. The thumping of his heart frightened him and he knew that his heart belonged to another (he merely didn’t know who that person was). Then he spotted a man in black with a wicked smile and a belly nearly as full as his own.

It was him! It was the famous demonic cultivator, Wei Wuxian. If the ebony flute and equally famed husband at his side didn’t give him away, then the rounded and full belly did! Everyone by now knew of his exploits.

He approached him as he (was forced to) rest on he porch of an inn. He looked bored and his lower lips protruded in a pout. He swung his flute around by the tassle as he watched the tiny town move about their daily lives.

Li didn’t dare rise up to the porch itself, and instead remained on the road. He offered a deep bow to Wei Wuxian, low and humbled. All he wanted to do was ask his advice about this strange growth in his stomach, he did not expect a loud cheer. Nor did he expect the overstuffed man to catipult himself over the porch railing and slam himself to Li’s side in an enthustiatic hug.

The following, babbling conversation ensues;

“You’re alive!”

“Y-yes, I am.”

“YOU’RE ALIVE!”

“You know me?”

“Yes, yes, I do! And you’re… pargarant? Pargerent!? Tweleve plus two weeks… PRAGRANT!!”

“Am… I don’t understand. Am I an experiment of yours?”

“What- no! No way! That means…” Wei Wuxian counts on his fingers. “You snuck into the pavilion the last night at Carp Tower, didn’t you? You dog!”

“I am not a dog!”

“Why didn’t you come find us? Everyone was worried sick about you.”

“I can’t. I couldn’t. I-“

Then a soft, deer-like tone sounds through the mess of conversation. “A-Yao,” it says sweetly, dearly, so full of enduring emotions that it makes Li’s heart ache from the purity of it all. Li turns to the beautiful sound and is captured by the deep hazel eyes of the tall man in white.

His eyes brim with happy tears, that hope spilling over like fountains in a garden. “A-Yao,” he says again, and Li knows that this must be home. He lets himself be swept away in another hug, and this one he returns. This stranger he does not know fills his heart with so many complex and happy emotions; his mind might not remember but his heart certainly does.

When they finally regain their composure, both are smiling widely, but then Li breaks the moment when he asks, “I’m sorry but, who are you?”

Lan Xichen’s face falls, even as he strokes Li’s cheek with his hands. “What do you mean?”

“The demon mist,” another voice calmly interrupts. It’s another tall, beautiful man in white. But certainly not as beautiful as the one in his arms.

“That’s right!” Wei Wuxain chimes in. “That distorts and wipes memories. Jin Guangyao must still be afflicted.”

“And pregnant,” Lan Wangji notes that huge belly.

It’s at that the Lan Xichen moves his hands to Li’s belly. His touch is far too familiar to be one of simple friendship. They must have been very close. Then, he suddenly gives a sharp look to the couple.

“What?” Wei Wuxian shrugs innocently, even as he takes a half step behind his husband. “We told you guys we were trying for a baby. How was I supposed to know you two would get wrapped up in that magic circle.”

Lan Xichen shakes his head. “Perhaps we should reconvene inside where there are fewer prying ears and eyes.” He then smiles once more to Li and it again makes his heart swell with joy. “I hope my brother-in-law was not too crude before I arrived.” He moved to escort Li inside when he stopped dead.

“Brother-in-law?” Li asks, astonished, eyes wide. He then glances to Wei Wuxian, then the stern man in white beside him. Of course, he heard of his famously disowned husband, Lan Wangji, who is brother to… “You’re Sect Leader Lan?!” he belts out before he can stop himself. When his mind catches up to this, of standing before one of the major sect leaders, he bows suddenly and low. “I apologize for causing you any troubles.”

[propertyoftoru]

Tongue Tied (Loki x reader)

A/N: My first request! *heart eyes* Fun Fact: I’m actually super fucking kinky and i couldn’t pass up the chance to write some *light* bondage. Also i was just reading Bucky smut so writing this gave me writers whiplash (i’m making this a thing if its not one already).  After writing this I’m gonna be working on part 3 to the dream series! so make sure you let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist! Requested by @alorev Hey babe!!!!! I loved your new fix so damn much that I had to send in a request to be able to sleep at night. I was thinking of how a talk with Loki about him tying you up for the first time would go 🤔 and what would happen afterward 👀 completely up to you what you’d like to do, I’m sure I’ll love it no matter what. I hope you have a great day 💕💖💓💞💗💘❤️ Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut, oral (fem receiving), light bondage, i didn't proof read because its 2:15 in the morning and im gonna be dead at work tomorrow im sorry word count:2000 (it was 1998 but i literally went and added two random words to make it even) You had spent the entire morning with Pepper, Wanda, Hope and Nat. The day had innocently started out as girl bonding time, but after polishing off nearly two entire bottles of wine and Hope asking Wanda about her and Vision’s sex life it quickly escalated into a smutty conversation. Girlish giggles echoed around the Compound’s living room mixed with hushed whispers in an attempt to shield to topic of conversation from any possible eavesdropper.  “So what about you? What the kinkiest thing you and Loki have done?” You felt all eyes turn to you as Nat spoke. The warmth blooming on your cheeks quickly spread down your neck and crawled across your chest. Your eyes were probably bulging out of your head. You had been absolutely fine with the topic until it became about you, suddenly feeling very vanilla compared to some of the things the other women had spoke of. Not that you weren't aware of the filthy things that ran through your lovers mind, he was the almighty mischievous god after all. You knew he wanted to do more in the bedroom but you also knew that he wouldn’t, in fear of scaring you away and the thought of losing control and possibly hurting you terrified him. Once he wed you, and you had the ceremony in which you ingested the golden apple, rendering you asgardian and also immortal, he would stop treating you like a porcelain doll - at least you hoped he would. “w-well i call him ‘my king’ sometimes..” you replied innocently, chewing on your bottom lip.  They all just stared at you as if waiting for you to continue but after a moment Pepper cleared her throat before speaking.  “I can’t believe I’m about to ask this but you mean to tell me that the occasional use of nicknames is the kinkiest thing you and your fiance of 2 years have done?”  You pouted at that, she was right, you should’ve done more.. you wanted more, you just didn't know how to ask for it. You always felt awkward discussing such sensitive matters with him because he spoke with such grace and confidence and you stuttered and turned into a blushing mess.  “I don’t know how to tell him I want more”  Grins collectively broke out across the circle you had been sitting in as you mumbled those words. “you don’t tell him” started Wanda looking over a Nat with a plan forming in her brain.  “you show him” Natasha finished an evil smirk plastered across her face.  _ After about 20 minutes of persuasion, 30 minutes of you complaining, 25 of Wanda and Nat digging through Peppers humongous wardrobe, and 15 of obtaining the materials needed for their scheme you were now sitting on the bathroom sink. Wanda was standing between your legs with a makeup brush dusting over your eyelids. Peppers fingers fussing around with your hair, trying to make it ‘voluminous’ and ‘sexy’ in her words. Hope had been standing by the door keeping watch, while Nat prepared everything. After a few more strokes of her brush, Wanda took a step back to admire her work. 

“damn I’m good” she said with a giggle. Pepper hummed in agreement as she also finished her work with your hair.  “Alright now get dressed” Wanda said with a wink, before her and pepped slipped out of the bathroom. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror and your jaw dropped, you looked like you belonged on the cover of Maxim or something. Wanda had given you a smoldering black smokey eye and a nude lip, your hair was curled and very ‘voluminous’ indeed. You looked over at the outfit, if you could even call it that, resting on the sink. It was nothing like you had ever worn before. The silky emerald corset had a delicate sweetheart neckline, intricate black lace patterns splayed purposefully across the fabric, thick black ribbons lacing up the back, a simple pair of plain black lace panties, and matching black stockings attached to the garter straps. Surely Loki would melt at the sight of you dressed so naughtily while in his colors - that was the plan after all. After struggling for a few minutes you finally managed to finish dressing yourself, admiring how you looked in the gorgeous silky deep green fabric. You stepped out to see Nat finishing up and the rest of the girls sitting on the sofa at the end of your bed. The all started whistling and clapping when you fully revealed yourself, a soft blush creeping onto your cheeks as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, a shy grin upon your lips.  “I think our work here is just about done girls.” Pepper said while beaming proudly at their work.  “Just gotta get your god in here” Hope chuckled. “FRIDAY can you please have Loki make his way to our room, tell him I need to have words with him” You said before exhaling a shaky breath.  “Right away Miss” the AI responded. The girls wished you good luck sending winks and smirks at you before making their way out of the room. You looked around trying to figure out how to position yourself but decided to take a leap. You slowly crouched down to the floor, kneeling and placing your hands on your thighs facing upwards. You bowed your head as you heard his quickened footsteps approach your shared room. The door flew open and you saw his feet as they stepped into the room. “Is everything alright darli-” He cut himself off with a soft gasp at the sight before him. You looked absolutely divine. You didn’t speak, you didn’t even look up at him, hoping he would catch on. He did indeed catch on. He quickly shut the door behind him moving closer to your submissive figure. “Look at me pet”  You slowly raised your eyes, fluttering your lashes and hoping to look as innocent as possible. Your innocence had always been somewhat of a drug to him, he found it to be simply intoxicating. You were strong, brave, sharp-tongued, and quick witted but when not on the battlefield he often compared you to a kitten. “Not that I’m complaining in the slightest but are you up to you little minx?” His eyes were clouded with lust but the subtle hint of curiosity in them did not go unnoticed by you. “I want all of you my king. I want you to stop holding back” You meant for it to sound confident and sexy but instead it came out as almost a whimper. You were already soaking wet at the thought of the events that were about to take place. His eyes left you for a moment before scanning the room, noticing Natasha’s handiwork. A stifled groan erupted in his throat as he looked over the ropes that were expertly tied to your headboard, loops for your wrists and ankles set up so all he would have to do is tighten them. “You wish for me to tie you up? You want to surrender yourself to me completely?” he asked almost sounding surprised.  “I wish for you to do whatever you please with me, my king” this time you succeeded in sounding lustful.  He hesitated no longer, stepping forward he placed his finger under your chin tilting it up so you were forced to look at him. “shut your eyes pet” You felt your eyelashes brush against the tops of your cheeks as you obediently did as you were told. You were hyper-aware of his magic surrounding you, feeling it crawl over your exposed skin leaving a dull tingling feeling in its wake. You felt your soft bed sheets underneath you, meaning he had used his magic to move you. He pressed a hand lightly to your shoulder, guiding you backwards so you were lying down. He gently grasped your wrist slipping it into the loop and tugging until it was secure, doing the same with your other wrist, and your two ankles.  “how does that feel my love? too tight? not tight enough?” You could hear the genuine caution laced within his tone.   “m’feels good” you mewled, loving the feeling of being so constricted and exposed yet so safe and comfortable. He chuckled darkly at that, watching as you squirmed and tugged on the ropes as if to assess their strength, eyes still obediently shut. Deciding that he just couldn’t wait any longer, he stepped forward before kneeling on the bed between your spread legs. He crawled his way up your body stopping once his mouth reached the tops of your thighs, just above your stockings, his warm breath spreading over your skin. He lowered his mouth allowing his lips to brush against you before attaching them and sucking at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. The sounds that you made from that action alone had his cock throbbing in his pants, painfully straining against the fabric of is briefs. He placed sloppy kisses all the way up until he reached your clothed heat. He lightly brushed his fingers over the lacy fabric before it disappeared in a green flash. He licked his lips hungrily before he placed a kiss to your swollen bud, tongue darting out almost immediately after. Your moans were echoing around your shared room, as he swirled and flicked his tongue skillfully. You tugged at the restraints wanting so desperately to clench your thighs and grab fistfuls of his silky black hair. He noticed your breathing quicken, your moans turning into high pitched whines of pleasure, you were nearing your end - so he stopped. Pulling away with a smack of his lips he began to discard his own garments. You having your orgasm so rudely ripped away from you had you mewling, whimpering and shaking because god you just needed that release. You knew better than to question him, he was never one to deny you pleasure, he just loved the way your brows would crease, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape, eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body trembling in ecstasy. You knew you would get to have a glorious orgasm that only he could supply you, and when you felt his presence hovering over you, you knew it wouldn't be long until you did. “open your eyes darling, i want you to look at me” his voice was strained but still dominant, which of course left you responding to his command instantaneously. You slowly blinked your eyes open meeting his deep emerald green ones. You gave him a soft smile, which quickly turned into your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sheathed himself fully inside of you. He wasted no time in finding a devastating rhythm, pounding into you with precision behind every thrust. His fingers sliding down past your clit to gather your wetness before rubbing your bud with the perfect amount of pressure, not too much and not too little. You were right back to the brink of your orgasm and this time he only sped up his movements to help toss you over that edge. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, screaming his name like is was a prayer on your sinful lips. His thrusts didn't falter, he maintained his relentless pace as he chased his own high. You murmured sweet praises into his ear as he slammed himself into you one final time, his hot seed coating your walls. He steadied himself for a moment, sucking air into his lungs before flicking his wrist haphazardly, enchanting the ropes around your limbs to release you from their hold and the corset you were sporting had also disappeared. He fell to your side, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around your damp body. He placed a sleepy kiss to your forehead whispering how much he adored you and how he couldn't wait to make you his for eternity.  A/N: I know I changed it just a tiny bit but i hope you still enjoyed it! I literally went out and bought a new laptop so i could type my smut faster.... i’ve really gotta stop impulse buying things. Anyways please let me know what you think as your feedback is always greatly appreciated!  TAGLIST: @spookyanairwin @aar-journey @kweenmarvel @iamverity @cora-notoverloki @stfxlou @nerdy-jelly-art @rosesistine @marvelfansworld @spidey-mads

[fic-for-fic-sake]

Gorgeous, Loki x reader

A/N: Yes I realize that this is a Taylor Swift song, no I don’t care because it fits and I like it. Also this fic is 100% for me because it’s my birthday so let me live. That being said, hope you enjoy. With seven minutes left in my birthday I think this post is well timed. 

Word Count: 4K (Whoops)

Well, it was that time of year again, your birthday. The date was quickly approaching and everyone seemed to be more excited about it than you did. 

“Hey kiddo, what do you want to do for your special day?” Tony asked one morning about a week before your birthday. 

“Eh, nothing really.” You responded mundanely. 

“Why the long face?” Steve questioned over his bowl of oatmeal. He’s been in the 21st century for almost a decade now, you’d think he would eat something other than oatmeal. 

“I don’t know, I mean I’m only turning 22. I feel like the next major birthday after 21 is 30. So why should I make a big deal out of it?” You asked. 

“I agree with Lady Y/N,” Thor chimed in, “On Asgard, the birthdays that fall between each hundred years do tend to seem a bit uneventful.”  

“Yeah I’m gonna side with Thor on this one doll,” Bucky added from his seat on the couch. What was with everyone being in the living area at the same time this morning? Usually everyone was scattered throughout but the second your birthday is mentioned it’s like flies to honey. “So many birthdays passed me by and I don’t think I even blinked once.” 

‘Yeah but Buck, you were a super soldier for Hydra, doesn’t exactly count as the same thing. Y/N, I think you should celebrate each birthday you have, I missed out on about 70 years of them in the ice, I know how precious time can be.” Steve said with a supportive pat on your thigh. 

“Okay okay, if you guys really insist on doing something for me, at least make it simple, nothing too extravagant.” You said as you gave a pointed look to Tony. He threw his hands up in a defensive gesture. 

“Who me?” He feigned ignorance, “I, my dear, am the /king/ of casual. I think the one you should be worried about is reindeer games.” 

You could feel your cheeks heating up at the thought of Loki. Did he know that your birthday was coming up? Would he be there? But more importantly, would he even care? With a huff you brought your coffee mug to the sink and cleared your throat. 

“I’m gonna go train now.” You announced as you headed for the elevator. 

“Was it something I said?” You heard Tony joke as you exited the living room. You needed to get out of there. It was bad enough they were making you think about your birthday but then they had to go and drag Loki into it. Sure you and Loki were friends but if you were being honest with yourself you felt a slight shift in your relationship as of late. He would give you more lingering touches. Nothing much, just an arm brushing your waist whenever he would walk behind you, a hand on your thigh for a second longer than necessary. 

You weren’t sure if it was really happening or just your mind playing tricks on you. Making you feel things that you wanted to feel. You really needed to punch something, and fast. Once you made it to the training room you put your headphones in and headed over to the punching bags. You started the music and remembered the combinations Steve had taught you not too long ago. 

Of course the first song on shuffle was “Gorgeous” by Taylor Swift. This was quite possibly the perfect song to describe how you felt towards Loki. 

You’re so gorgeous, 

I can’t say anything to your face

Cause look at your face. 

And I’m so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But what can I say? 

You’re gorgeous. 

You continued to punch the bag as you thought about his stupid perfect face. The way his raven hair cascaded down his shoulders and how he sounded like he was crooning whenever he opened that ridiculously beautiful mouth of his. You kept attacking the punching bag like you were attacking Loki himself. Furious at him for making you feel these things, damn him. You would’ve continued to punch but you heard someone clear their throat. You stopped punching and pulled out your earbuds, now you could hear the sound of you panting and trying to catch your breath. 

You looked up to find the person who interrupted your storming thoughts only to come face to face with the god in question. Fuck, he wasn’t even trying and he was being sexy, it wasn’t fair to you. He had his black locks pulled into a messy bun and he wore a skin tight black shirt and black joggers that hung low on his hips. 

“Sorry to interrupt your...session. But I thought perhaps you could use a sparring partner.” Loki spoke as he walked closer to you. He said it as though he had been watching you for a while. 

“How long have you been standing there?” You inquired. 

“Long enough to admire the view.” He retorted, letting his eyes wander over your figure. It was right about now that you regretted wearing your zip front gray sports bra and maroon mesh leggings. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You jested back at him. 

“Oh I have quite the memory, don’t worry darling.” He responded in a husky voice that made your throat dry. Fuck, did he know what he was doing to you? How worked up you were getting. It was probably written all over your face at this point. You cleared your throat before you spoke again. 

“Um, so you said you w-wanted to spar?” You choked out, getting tripped up on the words because how he was looking at you was quite distracting. He looked like a hunter who had honed in on a target and was waiting for a sign of weakness to pounce. 

“I did, hope you don’t mind.” He replied as he used his magic to conjure his twin daggers. 

Using the mystic arts that Dr. Strange had been training you in, you summoned your staff, immediately feeling a surge of power wash over you. 

“Ah, I see you’ve been practicing with that charlatan.” Loki commented, his voice laced with just a hint of jealousy. 

“You’re not, jealous, are you?’ You teased him as you began to twirl the staff in your hands. 

“Y/N, I don’t do jealous, I’m simply saying I could teach you more than that pretender ever could.” Loki replied as he suddenly hurled one of his daggers at you, which you easily deflected with the staff. 

Suddenly, the sparring session was on. Loki couldn’t deliver any close hits to you because your staff wouldn’t let him. You made wide passes at him and managed to land one blow, he let out a huff of air as he doubled over. 

“Shit, Loki, are you okay?” You called out, lowering your staff as you walked towards him. When you got close enough, Loki ripped the staff out of your hands so you were now weaponless. Suddenly you heard Loki’s voice coming from behind you. 

“That’s your problem pet, you care too much. That’s when you let your guard down.” His illusion in front of you flickered out of existence and suddenly you felt the cool metal of a dagger at your throat, Loki had you beat. You could feel his breath coming in heavy bursts as his chest expanded and fell on your back. He had one hand at your throat with his dagger while the other was wrapped around your waist, keeping your arms pinned. His fingers gently skimmed your bare stomach as his feet tapped yours in a silent command to part them. 

You should think about the consequence 

Of your magnetic field being a little too strong 

“Any last words darling?” Loki whispered, his mouth just inches from your ear. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t focus on anything but the goose bumps that were forming where he was touching you. You wanted to scream for him to keep touching you more, for him to take you right here in the training room, but you didn’t. He sensed your hesitation and chuckled. 

“Better luck next time Y/N” He said as he removed himself from you and sauntered out of the training room like nothing happened at all. 

That afternoon, Loki had left for a mission and you weren’t sure when he would be back. When the day of your 22nd birthday came around, he still wasn’t back, making you a little bummed to say the least. The team left you to your own devices for most of the day which you were grateful for. You were just sitting in bed reading when there was a knock on your door. 

“Come in.” You announced to the emptiness. 

“Ooh whatcha reading?” Natasha asked as she plopped down on your bed. Reluctantly, you dog-eared the page and handed the book over to the redhead. “Really Y/N, Othello?” 

‘What?” you exclaimed, “It’s really good!” 

“It’s a tragedy.” She deadpanned. 

“Yeah, a really good tragedy. One of his most famous actually.” You defended as you tried to grab the book back from her. 

“No, you’re not going to sit here, on your birthday of all days, reading Othello. You’re coming with me.” Nat announced. 

“Where are we going?” You questioned as she practically dragged you out of bed. 

“No questions, just go take a shower and come back out when you’re done.” She said as she shoved you in the general direction of the bathroom. 

When you came out of the shower you saw the outfit Natasha had laid out for you. On your bed were a pair of high waisted blue ripped jeans, a black strappy bra, and a see through crop top with stars on it. You practically laughed at it. 

“You can’t be serious.” You scoffed at Natasha. 

“Oh but I am.” She countered. 

“Where did you even get that bra? I don’t own any like that.” You retaliated, waving your hand over the aforementioned piece of fabric. 

“I bought it for you today, think of it as a birthday present.” She joked back. 

“Fine, I’ll wear it.” You grumbled, more to yourself. You knew it was useless to try and argue with Natasha, she always got what she wanted. “But let me put it on in peace, I’ll meet you downstairs.” 

“Fair enough.” Nat replied, “But if you’re not down in ten minutes I’m coming to find you.” She warned as she left your room, shutting the door behind her. 

You paired the outfit with gold adidas and pulled on a leather jacket. You tied your shoes and zipped your jacket up definitely. If you had to wear Natasha’s outfit, you would wear it your way. 

A few minutes later you were walking down the stairs into the main room. 

“There’s the birthday girl!” Tony announced as he came over and gave you a hug. “Happy birthday kid!” 

“Thank you!” You replied as you went around the room and were greeted with hugs and smiles from everyone, that is, everyone except Natasha. 

“Really Y/N, a leather jacket? In August?” She questioned with a roll of her eyes. 

“What? You said I had to wear it and I am, it’s just, under the jacket.” You said with a gleam in your eyes. You could tell she was a little pissed and that gave you more joy. 

“What are you two talking about?” Sam questioned, sensing the tension between the two of you. 

“Oh nothing,” Natasha waved him off, “you’ll see soon enough.” 

“Anyway…” You tried to divert attention, “where are we going and why is everyone dressed nice? I thought you said it would be subtle.” You sighed as you shoved Tony playfully. 

“It is, it is, will you relax? We’re taking you somewhere very special that I’m sure you’ll love.” Tony reassured you as he gestured for all of you to make your way outside and into the car. Tony made you wear a blindfold so you didn’t know where you were going, which you thought was a little extreme but also sweet. 

“Okay Y/N, you can take the blindfold off now.” Natasha announced as she moved you out of the car. 

You took off your blindfold to reveal your favorite karaoke bar that you were always telling the team you wanted to go to. You don’t know how long you’d been bugging them but they never seemed interested. You felt your face light up. 

“Guys!” You gushed as you turned around to look at their smiling faces, “I can’t believe we’re here! We never come here! But I thought it would be more packed.” You said in a flurry of excitement. 

“Yeah about that…” Tony rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I kinda rented the whole bar out for us tonight.” 

“I guess ‘small’ isn’t in Tony’s vocabulary.” Steve joked as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you on the forehead affectionately. 

“I guess not.” You replied as you wrapped one of your arms around his waist. “So what are we waiting for? Why don’t we head in?” 

“Ahem.” You heard someone behind you clear their throat, you turned around to find Loki standing in the parking lot. You suddenly dropped your arm from Steve’s waist and tried to focus on your breathing. Loki looked gorgeous tonight in his perfectly tailored black suit, despite it being the middle of August in New York. 

“Loki, you made it!” You exclaimed, you tried to move but your feet were rooted in place. 

“It appears I did.” He responded curtly, you could see his annoyed expression as he looked between you and Steve. He saw his arm around you and his jaw clenched. 

“Alright, now that the gang’s all here let’s head in.” Tony broke the tension, opening the door and leading the way for everyone. 

Not only had Tony rented out the whole bar for you, but he also invited more people as well. All of your peers from the Bleaker Street house were there as well, including Steve Strange himself. 

“Master Strange, I didn’t know you would be here!” You called as you went over to him. 

“How could I miss an event honoring my star pupil?” He responded as he conjured something and gave it to you. “Happy Birthday.” He responded as he enveloped you in a hug. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you were doing. You opened it and found that it was a crimson red ribbon. 

“I don’t understand.” You commented as you looked at the ribbon in the box. 

“That may look like an ordinary ribbon but in fact it is much more. These are the seven ribbons of hathor. Just say the words and they will enchant themselves to bind even the strongest of enemies.” Strange replied. 

“That’s fantastic! Thank you so much!” You exclaimed. 

“May I?” He gestured to your hair and you nodded as you turned around. You felt his fingers wrap the ribbon around your ponytail and tie it into a neat bow. 

“Y/N, get over here!” Natasha called from the other side of the bar. You gave Stephen an apologetic look as you made your way through the bar to where Nat was waiting for you with two shots. 

“Take these while I order you a vodka soda.” Nat commanded. 

“Both of them?” 

“Yes, both of them. You’re not drunk enough.” 

“I’m not drunk at all.” You reminded her. 

“Exactly! So drink up.” She ordered as she called the bartender over and asked for two vodka sodas, you hoped those both weren’t for you as well. 

You downed the shots as the bartender slid one of the drinks over your way. 

“Good, now drink that.” Nat said as she turned and started walking away. 

“Natasha! Where are you going?” You shouted after her but she simply dismissed you with a wave of her hand. You chuckled to yourself and sat on a barstool, content with sipping your drink in peace. That is, until he sat next to you. 

“Hi.” Loki murmured so only you could hear. 

“Hi.” You breathed out in response. 

“Are you enjoying your party, darling?” He questioned, gently placing one of his hands on your thigh. 

You tried to remember how to speak, you took another sip of your drink to try and quench your rather dry throat. “It’s crowded. I’m not much of a fan of large crowds.” You managed to squeak out. 

“I beg to differ.” Loki mused, moving his hand a little higher on your thigh, “large crowds can be rather fun. More chances to sneak away.” 

And you should think about the consequence 

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

You choked on your drink a little as the implications of what he said hit you. Getting closer in proximity, if that were even possible, he played with the red ribbon in your hair. 

“I don’t remember you wearing this outside.” He said in a quizzical voice. 

“Oh, Stephen gave it to me as a birthday present.” You replied nonchalantly as you took another swig of your drink. You knew it would rile Loki up but good, you wanted him to feel as riled up as you were. 

“Oh, so it’s Stephen now, is it?” Loki choked out through gritted teeth. 

You put your hand up, indicating to the bartender that you would like other vodka soda. “I thought you didn’t do jealous.” You quipped as you grabbed your drink from the bartender and walked away from Loki. You felt buzzed but from the alcohol or the remark you left Loki with you weren’t sure. 

You managed to find Nat, standing around a table with Bucky and Sam. You made your way over and placed your drink down as Nat gave you a smile. 

“Well look who finally found us.” She announced, giving you a quick wink. 

“Sorry, I was caught up.” You said as you let Nat follow your eyes to the bar where Loki was still sitting. 

“Ahh, how did that go?” She asked. 

“I don’t wanna talk about that. How are you guys doing?” You changed the subject, looking at Bucky and Sam expectantly. 

“We’re good doll, just wondering when you were going to grace us with your presence.” Bucky joked. 

“Lucky for you Barnes your wait is over.” You winked playfully at him and he just smiled back. Bucky was crazy hot but you two were just friends. Didn’t mean you two didn’t enjoy flirting with each other, much to the annoyance of everyone else. 

Trying to forget about Loki you downed the rest of your drink as Sam started telling a story about how he saved a cat last week. You had already heard this story three times but let him tell it because it made him happy. While you were listening to him you realized you were getting rather warm and decided to take your jacket off, completely forgetting what was, or rather, wasn’t, underneath. 

“So I have the cat in my hands and then...woah.” Sam stopped talking as he looked at you wide eyed. Soon, Bucky was doing the same. 

He wolf whistled at you, “Damn doll, you really went all out tonight didn’t you?” He examined as he eyed you up and down. Your confusion didn’t go away until you saw the knowing smile on Natasha’s face. Fuck. The shirt. You were about to put your jacket back on but then you felt a pair of eyes burning a whole in the back of your head. You whipped around to find Loki drinking in your appearance and clutching his glass of scotch like his life depended on it. 

In that moment you had realized why Nat had picked this outfit out for you, that sneaky bitch. She knew Loki would show up and she wanted to make the reveal as dramatic as possible. 

“Nat made me wear it.” You said defensively to Sam and Bucky. 

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Bucky retorted. 

“Of course you’re not. Hey, eyes up here soldier.” You teased back. 

He was about to respond when suddenly the lone microphone on the stage gave a loud 

whine as someone tapped it. 

“Is this thing on?” Tony said into the mic. “Right well, we’re here tonight for Y/N’s 22nd 

birthday. I thought we should finally get the karaoke part of the night started off and who better to go first than the birthday girl?” 

You rolled your eyes and flipped Tony off until you heard Natasha start to chant your 

name. Soon enough the whole bar erupted in a chant. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” 

You slowly meandered your way through the crowd to get to the stage. People were whistling and clapping your back as you went up. 

“Have fun,” Tony whispered in your ear, “You have an audience.” You followed his gaze to Loki, whose eyes were now locked on your form. Taking a deep breath you remembered the last time you saw the god. More importantly, you remembered the song that reminded you so much of him. You were buzzed enough to think this was a good idea. With a grin you went over to the DJ and made your selection. 

You should take it as a compliment

That I'm talking to everyone here but you 

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room 

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face 

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But what can I say?

You're gorgeous

The whole time you sang it was as if the rest of the bar faded away and you were just singing to Loki. You could tell he was as affected by you as were by him. When the song was over you waved to the crowd and walked off the stage and into the bathroom, splashing water on your now heated skin. 

“I have to say, that was quite the performance you put on.” Loki mused as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You gasped as you turned around to look at the god of mischief in the face. 

“Loki, what are you doing in here?” You whispered in surprise. 

“Oh, I think it’s perfectly clear what I’m doing here darling. Or was this not the intent of your song?” He husked as one of his hands traveled down your back, along your backside, and to your thigh when he promptly wrapped it around his waist, making you gasp. 

“Do you feel what you’ve done to me Y/N?” He questioned, as he pressed his erection into your clothed core. 

“Good.” You responded darkly, turned on by his actions, “Now you know how I felt last week.” You finished as you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hair at the base of his neck. 

“You wanton little creature.” He replied as he moved his hand to rub your cheek with his thumb. “I should’ve taken you right then and there.” 

“Why didn’t you?” You whispered lustfully, fire coursing through your veins. 

“I was waiting for the perfect moment.” He replied slowly, as he tilted your head up with the back of his hand, so your lips were perfectly aligned with him. If you moved your head just the slightest bit forward, you would be kissing. 

“And when is that?” You retorted. 

“Now.” He said as his pupils dilated with lust. He made quick work of connecting your lips with his and you moaned your approval. He ground his hips more forcefully into your own. He patted your other leg in a silent command to jump. You happily wrapped both legs around the god’s waist as you opened your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore its every crevice and claiming it as his. 

You moaned as you ground your hips into him, craving more. He sat you down on the counter while he continued to kiss you forcefully. He broke the kiss only for a moment, while his hands tore your shirt off your body. 

“That fabric is hardly a shirt. You knew what you were doing to me when you revealed that didn’t you?” He questioned as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck. You nodded as a response, too drunk on Loki to make any coherent kind of sound. 

“Use your words Y/N.” Loki commanded harshly as he pulled back your ponytail and forced you to look him in the eyes. His face was slightly flushed, as were his lips. His pupils were dilated from lust so that only a thin rim of emerald surrounded the blackness. 

“Yes.” You breathed as you brought Loki back down for another kiss. 

“So naughty, pet. I wonder what other trouble we could get into.” Loki murmured against your lips as his hands splayed themselves flush against your newly exposed flesh. You raked your hands through his onyx locks and tried to savor the taste of him. You could taste the scotch from earlier on his tongue mixed with winter mint. You heard a sound in the background but was too lost in bliss to care. That is until the sound cursed. 

Turning your head away from Loki you looked at your intruder and came found Natasha’s eyes staring at the pair of you. 

“Shit, sorry guys.” She apologized as she let her gaze linger on the pair of you. Hot and bothered. Loki however, wasn’t stopping on account of Nat. He continued to kiss your neck and jaw until he pecked you on the lips again and then, still standing between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist, made eye contact with Natasha. 

“What is it Romanoff? Can’t you tell we’re in the middle of something?” Loki huffed, annoyed. 

“I just wanted to tell Y/N that everyone’s asking for you, we got you a cake.” She said, her voice void of its usual mirth. 

“Right, okay, yeah I’ll be out in a few.” You replied, silently begging her to leave as soon as possible. Lucky for you, she got the message and retreated back through the bathroom door. 

“Looks like I gotta get back out there.” You said awkwardly to Loki. 

“Oh I’m not done with you yet.” He husked, he reclaimed your lips again in a sweet kiss. Not as needy as the last, but just as passionate. “Happy Birthday Y/N” He said as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“Thank you Loki.” You replied, still breathless from the encounter. 

Letting you hop off the counter and put your shirt back on, Loki took your hand in his and led you outside to the waiting crowd. Much to your embarrassment everyone erupted in whistles and claps as they saw the two of you emerge. 

Loki sat the two of you down in a booth as Tony brought the cake to rest in front of you. Loki wrapped one arm around you and flicked his other hand in front of your candles, lighting them instantly. 

“Happy Birthday darling.” Loki whispered into your hair, “Make a wish.” 

You smiled as you blew out the candles and leaned a little bit more into Loki. Maybe 22 wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

Permanent: @lokixme @drakesfiance @lokilvrr

[lareinenoir]

•Its Enough• PT II

Loki × Reader

⚠ WARNING ⚠ FLUFF, MAKING OUT, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LANGUAGE, RARE SWEARING, MAY BE SENSITIVE TO SOME READERS

A/N: Hope you guys like this. Idk how many words. If you haven't read PT one, then go to the magnifying glass and type, loki x reader. No cap tho, I was kinda horny while writing some of this🙈. To much information? Yeah? Ok...Imma just go and let you read. Byeeee 🤗

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"Brother? What are you doing up?" Asks Thor walking into the kitchen.

It was rather early in the morning and Thor was always the first one awake in the tower. Loki living there was only temporary. The rest of the avengers weren't truly convinced he had changed, so he and Y/N lived in the tower. Where all eyes were on him.

"Trying to make Y/N her favorite breakfast. She likes pancakes and orange juice.

"Has she tried a delicious poptart. I care for the strawberry and shocolate milkashake."

"Thor, that seems to be the only thing you talk about. Im sorry, but Y/N will not be feasting on Tart pops." Said Loki rolling his eyes "It looks more like a dessert then breakfast."

"Poptart."

"Thats what I said. Tart pops." Loki replied rolling his eyes.

"The midgardians do love their pastries and concentrated food." He nods "Speaking of, have you seen the poptarts? At all?"

Loki wasn't going to entertain this anymore. A little part of him was stressed as he continued to make eggs. He was very focused on that. The where abouts of Thor's precious poptarts was the least of his concerns.

"I'd like to inform you all that Miss. L/N is approaching the door." Said J.A.R.V.I.S

Soon there was a knock and Loki scrambled to make sure everything was perfect. Thor was still scrounging through the cabinets, looking for pop tarts as Loki scrambled to get the door.

"Morning." She waved, but was greeted by a kiss. "Wow. That was very very pleasant." Y/N blushed "Do it again?"

Loki chuckled and spun her around, kissing her hand. "I haven't had the honor of staring at your face in a long time."

"You saw me last night. I face timed you remember?" Y/N giggles standing on her tip toes, kissing his chin.

"I remember how strange it was. That magic box was showing me your face and I could hear you almost so clearly. Like you were right in front of me." He sighed looking down at her face "And you said it wasn't sorcery."

"It isn't." Y/N laughed "That 'magic box' is called an IPhone." She replied using air quotes "Its how we communicate. The technology here is very advanced. You can face time, call, text, watch videos from all over the world. All at your fingertips."

"You know where else I wish was my fingertips were, pet?" He asks with a sly grin, making Y/N cover her mouth to hide how much her cheeks hurt from heat rising to them.

It was meant to be amusing, but Y/N was quite shy about the topic. She didn't really know what to say when Loki would talk like that. Y/N wasn't really experienced.

"Speaking of the magic box, I found a vizio on the Jue tube and have a little surprise for you."

"Oh? A surprise? And its video, Loki. YouTube, not Jue tube."

Taking his hand, Y/N was walked into the kitchen and was greeted by all the avengers. "Morning everyone!" She said

They all responded and she couldn't help but look back at Loki. He didn't look to happy. "May we join you for breakfast?"

"Yeah." Nodded Pepper who was chowing down on pancakes. "Their isn't any syrup, Tony never put it on the list."

"I will pick some up later." Tony nods "J.A.R.V.I.S, add syrup to the shopping list."

"And Orange Juice." Bruce shouts

"Am I the only one here who enjoys apple juice rather than Orange?" Asks Natasha

"Yes!" All the avengers nod

"Y/N which one do you prefer?" Asks the captain, gulping down some of the orange juice.

"I like orange juice too. Sorry, Nat." Y/N giggles "What about you, Loki?"

But he was angry. The tight line on his lips, his eyebrows sewn together made everyone look very surprised. "You imbeciles!" He shouts "This was breakfast made for Y/N. Not you!"

"Loki-"

"I made breakfast for Y/N! You savages are stuffing your face, and wonder why you have such a big gut!"

"Just to let you know, I didn't eat anything. I'm looking for the poptarts." Thor says "Keep your anger towards them."

"Enough! One more time I have to hear about those ghastly pastries, Tart Pops I'll drive my dagger through your chest!" He finishes shouting, then knocking over a vase and storming out.

"Loki! Wait-"

The avengers, one by one, stood up. They felt a little bad but the captain made his way over to her. "I am sorry about the breakfast."

"I'll go talk to him. Maybe calm him down a bit." She answers back going after Loki.

Y/N hadn't really seen Loki get angry, but there hasn't really been anything to get angry over. Calling his name again, Y/N sees him pouting.

Pouting.

What an odd sight...

It was kind of amusing to see the god of mischief pouting like a child.

"I can't believe you made breakfast for me." She cooes sitting down on the edge of his bed. Taking a hold of his pale hands, Y/N laced them with hers and kissed them softly. "It was really sweet of you."

Loki felt her head lean on his shoulder and he sighed. "You didn't even get to eat it." He replied "I should go back there and turn them all into rats."

"But you won't." Giggled Y/N "Its the thought that counts."

"Maybe I could have the chance to make you breakfast again, pet."

"Sure. If that will flip that silly frown upside down." She says laying kisses on his cheek.

"I'm sorry what? Upside down frown?" He questions "I must sound really incompetent. Do explain."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N looked at him. "A frown upside down is a smile. I think I'll keep the metaphors to a minimum."

"Right." He nods bringing her forehead to his. "You're absolutely ravishing." Loki mutters, putting his lips on her nose. "I've been stuck in this place all weekend. I think Monday is my favorite day."

"Is that so?" She giggles pushing him onto the bed, straddling his waste.

"Quite." He nods as she lays kisses along his neck. A soft moan, leaves his throat. "Stark complains about Monday all the time. Besides, It's the only day you don't have to work and I have you all to my self."

"Then. I. Am. A. Lucky. Girl." She winked in between kisses, pulling his shirt from over his head, throwing it to the side. "You actually look really good in our clothes." Y/N commented, pulling off her own, top. "Very...sexy."

"I like that word." He chuckled, rubbing his lips together. "It's another way to say-" Y/N didn't let him finish. She crushes her lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Of course Loki knew of this kiss, putting it into practice was the best part.

The two liked to battle as there tongues grazed each others mouths, searching for something and how tight Loki's grip got around her body, made it even better.

Moaning into each others mouths made Loki pull back to see her swollen lips. He pecked it a bit and felt her run her fingers through his jet black hair, with sly little smirks smeared equally upon their faces.

"You my dear pet," says Loki, reaching for the back of her bra to unhook it. "are positively the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on." He whispers in her ear, giving Y/N chills down her back, as Loki tosses her bra to the side of the bed.

"Tell me more." She said back, not just the cool air making her nipples perk up and get hard, along with the man just below her pants.

Loki loved whispering things to Y/N. He loved how the little goosebumps trailed up her arms, neck, back made her moan his name beggingly.

"Hey Loki!" Said Bruce barging in "Have you seen the toaster? J.A.R.V.I.S said you were having trouble with-"

"OH MY GOSH!" Y/N screamed getting off Loki to grab a pillow to cover herself. "WHAT THE HELL! DON'T YOU KNOCK!"

"What's going on in here?" Asks Steve walking in too

Soon everyone was in the room shouting at each other. Everyone very confused about what was happening.

"HOLD ON A SEC!" Tony shouts, louder than everyone and that grabs their attention. "What the hell is going on."

"I was just asking about the toaster for Thor's poptarts. Clint thought it'd be a good idea to introduce him to the heated version."

"And that gave you the right to just barge in?" Asks Y/N still a bit upset, but laughing at the same time. "Unbelievable."

"You all grown more irritating by the second." Loki says between his teeth

"Why don't we give them their privacy." Wanda suggests. Natasha nodding her head agreeing.

"What about the toaster?" Asks Thor "I'd very much like to try-"

"Forget about it, buddy." Clint answered back, ushering everyone out.

"Finally." Sighed Y/N, hearing the door shut. Her sneaky smirk returning.

"I thought they'd never leave." He yanks her arms, back onto the bed. A littls squeal escapes and they just laugh, kissing each other inbetween. Loki now settled, somewhat, inbetween her legs.

"Hey guys." The door swings open again.

"DAMNIT TONY!" Yelled Y/N getting more annoyed. He had his hands over his eyes.

"I'm not a peeker." He says reaching into his pocket. With a swift motion, he tossed a little package their way.

"Really Tony!" She sighed but also laughing at it, and Loki couldn't help but do it too. "A condom?"

"Stay safe kids." He then exits the room

"Don't worry, we'll put this to some good use." Whispers Loki into Y/N ear

[witchy-hobbit]

His Wingman was a Monkey (Loki x Reader)

Warnings: nothing triggering, fluff, Tony being himself

Summary: You show Loki the wonders that are video games and it quickly turns into a competition.

I wrote this when I was 15 or so, so please have mercy. Tumblr is formatting it weirdly, so I apologise in advance.

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"God damnit!", you exclaimed as you got hit by another barrel. You were playing this game for, well you didn't know, you lost track of time. As you saw ‘Game over’written with pixels on your Game Boy once again, you couldn't help but groan. Why was this stage so god damn hard. You didn't remember it to be that difficult as a kid. You had found your Game Boy yesterday when you were visiting your family and just had to take it with you. And now you couldn't get of this damned thing.

Wondering how the other Avengers were spending their day you rubbed your tired eyes. Tony experimented in the lab and you guessed so did Bruce. Natasha had told you she would be working out so you figured she was still doing so as she always worked out for almost 4 hours. Thor probably raided the fridge again and god knows what Steve and Clint were doing. You had also no idea where Loki was hiding. You weren't too alarmed by not knowing what he was doing. If you had to put Loki's and your relationship in a word it would be 'weird'. Even you noticed that the black haired god was extremely handsome and it's not like you hated him or didn't trust him like the others did (although they came to live with Loki having to work with him together) it was just that he confused you beyond all measures. You understood that he was cold towards the other Avengers but you never offered him anything but kindness and understanding. Sometimes he would stare at you and you just couldn't figure out his look. What did it mean? Did he hate you like the others? You two had had a few conversations and at some point he even told you a little about himself. But some days he wouldn't even look at you once nor did he talk. Did you do something wrong? Was he always like this? And why did you feel giddy when he was near? You knew he was attractive but every time you saw him your knees got weak. Although you were tired you pressed the "start" button again attempting to beat the freaking gorilla which kept hitting you with barrels (Plus distracting me from your thoughts).

You didn't even notice when the frost giant who was occupying your mind walked in. Not even looking up as felt the couch gave in beside you, you immediately recognized the intruder. Maybe it was your magic or maybe you had just developed a Loki radar. You hoped for the first. Trying not to tense up as Loki watched, you continued playing Donkey Kong. With him beside you it got even harder mastering the level and youvalmost got hit by another barrel as he spoke up in his beautiful velvety voice. If younwouldn't already be seated you swore your knees would have turned into jelly. Come on, pull yourself together!, you thought, You're an Avenger. You're not going to faint because of this charming brat.

"What are you doing?"

"Eh, I'm playing a video game. It's called Donkey Kong. It's named after this gorilla and this little man named Mario.", you explained hoping to not sound as nervous as you were.

"Why is the monkey trying to kill the man?", he asked seeming genuinely interested in the topic. It seemed a bit surreal talking with Loki about video games but nonetheless you answered him.

"Well, Donkey Kong here kidnapped this girl, she's kind of Mario's girlfriend, and you play as Mario who tries to rescue her."

"So Mario's the good guy, Donkey Kong's the bad one and this girl is the damsel in distress?"

"Yep, that's pretty much it."

"So how do you rescue the girl?"

"The point of this game is to get to Pauline. But it's not that easy because Donkey here keeps throwing burning barrels at you and you don't know if the barrels will go along the platforms or ladders.", you stated, still playing. He nodded and watched you play in silence.

The fact that he moved closer to get a better view didn't help the situation and youvgot hit again. You sighed and handed Loki your game boy.

"Do you wanna try?"

He took it, inspecting the strange device in his hand and tried himself. And you had to admit for playing Donkey Kong or a video game in general for the first time he was actually pretty good. It didn't take long and he managed to beat the level.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"I spent hours on this level. And even though it's your first time playing you manage to defeat him.", you said as you looked at him in disbelief. He grinned. God, that grin was sexy.

"Natural talent, I guess."

"That's so unfair.", you meant, pouting and he chuckled.

Damn. His chuckle was even sexier.

"If you want I can give you lessons.", he said cheekily.

"No, thank you, sir. I played this game my whole childhood. I'm not gonna get beaten by an arrogant god who likes to brag.", you exclaimed.

"Is this a challenge?"

"Hell yeah!", you claimed and snatched the game boy out of Loki's hand.

"We're going to play the same level and the one who finishes it quicker and doesn't get killed wins."

"Sounds fine by me. But how about we make it even more interesting?", Loki asked.

"What do you have in mind?", you asked carefully not really knowing what to expect.

"The winner get's a wish."

"Alright.", you agreed, already thinking about what you would Loki force to do. You selected a stage, started a timer on your phone and began playing.

You had to admit you were pretty good yourself. And when you finished you were sure of your victory.

"8:44. Pretty good.", Loki commented.

"Yeah, I know.", you replied cockily.

He raised an eyebrow and grabbed the gaming device. It didn't take long and he was finished as well. You stopped the timer.

"Are you kidding me? 8:40. God damn it!"

Looking at him, you could see him smiling that cocky grin of his. You knew you had found it minutes ago extremely attractive but now you just wanted to smack it off his pretty face.

"I guess I won. Mmh, what do I want you to do?", he asked in a teasing tone his face now quite close to yours. Why was his face so close?! What was happening? Abort Mission! Abort Mission!

Right at this moment Thor walked into the living room.

"What are you guys doing?", the blonde god asked. Loki immediately pulled away. And you couldn't decide if you were disappointed or relieved that he did so.

"Nothing, (y/n) challenged me and I, of course, won.", he explained his grin growing even wider while he still looked at you. You sighed.

"Alright what do you wish for, oh great Loki?", you asked sarcastically.

"Mmh, I don't know yet. I think I'll just save this wish for something important."

Great. Now You'll have to wait till this arse decides to voice his wish, meaning that he will probably win any argument in the future. Grimacing, you heard Thor laugh next to you. You hadn't even noticed him sitting down. Loki got aware of his brother's presence as well and glared at him.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Eh, I actually have. Mr. Starkson asked me to get him something to drink. What is this device you're holding, Lady (y/n)?"

"Then why don't you go?", Loki suggested completely ignoring Thor's question.

"Eh, it's a Game Boy, you can play different games on it.", you explained shortly not wanting to get into detail and anger Loki.

"What did you play?"

"Donkey Kong. I don't think you know it."

"How does this device work?"

You heard Loki groan beside you, as he put an arm on top of the backrest of the couch.

"I don't know, I'm not into technology and stuff", you said and shrugged hoping to end the conversation. As much as you liked Thor he was interrupting your 'Loki and (y/n) time'.

"Why don't you go ask Tony?", Loki interfered trying to get his brother to leave.

Being used to his brother's rudeness Thor walked to the bar and poured a drink for Tony.

"Do you need anything?", Thor asked while adding ice.

"Nah, I'm good. What about you, Loki?"

"No, thanks.", he snarled.

Was it just you or was he grumpier than usual? The only question was if it was because of me or Thor.

It didn't take long and the blond god finally took is leave.

You felt Loki immediately relax as soon as Thor was gone.

So it wasn't me, you noted relieved.

You knew he wouldn't want to talk about it so you just kept silent and both of you dwelled on your thoughts.

After a while Loki spoke up again.

"If Donkey Kong is the villain, why is the game named after him?"

"I don't know. There's already a game named after Mario and Donkey Kong himself is pretty popular. I myself prefer him to Mario actually.

"Despite him being a villain? Shouldn't you hate him?"

"I guess, I've always liked the villains more. Still do."

"Really, do you?", he asked interested.

Not picking up on the meaning your answer could have interpreted as you could feel him stare. And as you returned his gaze you got lost in his beautiful blue eyes. He didn't break eye contact nor did you.On the contrary, his face seemed to get closer to yours. Wait, was he going to kiss you? Inch by inch he came closer. Oh god. Oh god. Oh go-

Your mind went blank when you felt his lips on yours. Your heart pounded against your rib cage and this giddy feeling in your belly grew stronger and stronger. You closed your eyes as Ayou felt Loki's arms around you and you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, one hand in his hair. God, that felt so good. You lost track of time. What day was it? Thursday? Friday? You didn't even care. When he pulled away you couldn't help but smile.

"Wow.", you breathed.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment to come.", he said stoking your cheek with his thumb.

Hold on, he waited for this to happen?

My smile grew even wider and you kissed him again with so much force that you knocked him over and were now laying on top of him.

This kiss lasted even longer and was more loving than the first one and hadn't it been for the sudden flashing light that suddenly appeared you probably would have never broken apart.

You gasped when you saw Tony with his phone in his hand.

The bastard took a bloody picture.

"TONY!", You yelled furious and a bit embarrassed that he had to interrupt your intimate moment,"Give me that phone!"

"Nope! I think I won't. You know, I came here to drink but this is way better. Thor said that you're teaching Loki to play Donkey Kong but I see that that wasn't exactly true.", he chuckled, winking, "This is gonna look great on Facebook. And Twitter. And Snapchat. Oh, and Instagram!"

"Don't you dare!", Loki hissed, standing up and trying to get hold of the phone but Tony pulled away.

Before he could run away, you took a hold of it via telekinesis, quickly opening a small portal next to you on the couch and dropping it in. You had to laugh triumphantly when you saw Tony's facial features drop in disbelief.

"(Y/N)! That was a brand new prototype! Where did you teleport it to?"

"The pool on top of our roof, not sorry by the way", you said, a cheeky grin on your face.

"Neither am I", Loki said sitting down again and wrapping one arm around your shoulder.

"Jokes on you, the prototype is waterproof."

He was almost out the door, laughing to himself, when you chuckled.

"Mmh, of course you could go for a swim, Tony. But you'll find the water will be a little bit too hot for you're liking.", I smirked.

The playboy stopped in his track.

"Why what'd you do?"

"Perhaps I've replaced it with scalding hot lava from the pits of Muspelheim. But don't worry the ceiling won't crash down on us. I put a spell around the pool walls."

You saw his jaw clench, discouraged by your gambit.

"Good job, (y/n).", Loki hummed, appreciatively, running his fingers across your arm and making you shudder.

You were so distracted by the look he gave you, you didn't even see Tony's face light up. To be fair, you both thought he had wandered off.

"Although....Oh Jarvis", he sang, startling you, "please upload the picture I took of Loki and (y/n) to all my social medias with the Hashtags #OTP, #DonkeyTheMatchmaker and #ICan'tBelieveHisWingmanWasAMonkey."

"Will do, sir.", said the robotic, metallic voice like he didn't even care. Well, he didn't.

"TONY, YOU'RE SO DEAD!"

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

Drunken Dreams

Summary: Let’s just get right into it; a drunk Bucky is a fluffy Bucky 

Word count: 1898

Authors note: Here is some well deserved fluff, I hope it puts a smile on your faces because life rn is tough for everyone 

   As Loki heard the door open and close he eagerly got up off the couch. Before anyone could protest, including Thor himself, Loki left the living room. Within a moment or two he’d joined you in the kitchen.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you all night”, Loki confessed with a smile. After taking your coat off you placed it around the back of one of the stools sitting adjacent to the kitchen island.

You hoped Loki would think your rosy cheeks were from the cold. Reaching on your tippy toes you grabbed for your favorite mug, Steve seemed to forget that not everyone in the house was as tall as him…

“What’s he been saying?”. Tonight you’d left the small Brooklyn apartment you shared with Steve, Bucky, and Sam and let the boys have their own boy’s night. One thing had lead to another and soon enough Thor and Loki had been invited, including Thor’s weird Asgardian liquor.

Needless to say, everyone except Loki was basically shitfaced. Leaning against the counter Loki got comfortable, “Oh like how you smell of honey and vanilla, that when he first hears your voice in the morning it’s like sound of angels, and after some coaxing...that you have an utmost sinful touch”.

Your eyes widened, “Loki!”. He never made you doubt that he was the god of mischief. His smirk seemed to light up the room, “There’s no need to feel ashamed about it love, I’m quite proud”.

You got the sudden feeling that you weren’t drunk enough to be having this conversation. Instead of grabbing for your favorite tea, you reached for your secret alcohol stash. To your surprise Loki was only encouraged.

If possible, his smirk seemed to only grow, “Ooh I like where this is going”. You needed to leave the kitchen before Loki said the incorrigible thoughts filling his head. Besides, you had a very drunk - and adorable- super soldier waiting for you.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat but this bottle if full of bourbon, not holy water”.

Loki decided to bite his tongue, and let you go with only a knowing smile across his face. Anyways, his work for tonight was already done. In his mind, you were one of the few redeeming qualities Midgard had, so he only meddled because he cared.

When you walked into the living room you couldn’t hold back your laughter. The four men, even Sam, looked like over excited puppies. They were smiling from ear to ear, laughing together like fools, and fumbling over their words.

Before you could think of what to say, Bucky excitedly sprang up from the couch. Without hesitation he scooped you up into his arms as if you were a feather. Too loudly he exclaimed, “Baby you’re home!”.

This time it was obvious the redness in your cheeks wasn’t from the cold. Still, with a welcome like that who could be mad? You wrapped your free arm around his neck and still held the bottle in your other hand, “I heard you’ve been talking about me James”.

“The fool hasn’t shut up all night, please take his ass away and save us”. While Sam sounded annoyed, the light in his eyes and the smile across his face gave him away. Sam was happy that Bucky had you.

He wasn’t sure if he believed in god but he believed that everyone deserves a second chance, and you were Bucky's. Thor was just as loud as Bucky, “Ahh lady (y/n), Bucky is quite smitten with you”.

Steve mirrored your smile, “The punks in love”. When you and Bucky had finally gotten together Steve felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. For the first time in a long time he felt like Bucky had the happiness he’d spent so long denying himself of.

“Well Sam, you’re in luck. Come on Barnes, we’re going to my room”.

Like a bunch of teenagers they all “Oohed” and “Ahhed” as if Bucky had just been called to the principal's office, but in their eyes he wasn’t about to be punished. Cheekily Bucky repeated, “Barnes..hmm doll”.

Reluctantly Bucky placed you down, but only because he knew you were about to take him to your room. It wasn’t because he thought something dirty was about to happen, it was because he’d spent all night dreaming about the moment you’d finally come back home.

With a smile he plopped down onto the bed, his eyes never leaving you. You slowly took off you clothes and changed into your pj’s, shamelessly giving him a free show.

The bottle of bourbon had eased your nerves and brought back some warmth the harsh New York winter had taken away. You were stopped as he asked, “Doll why don’t you wear one of my shirts-”.

As you turned to face him he continued, “You look so cute in ‘em..it’s like a dress on you...and then they always smell like you..like honey and vanilla...like these cookies my ma always used to make-”.

With your heart overflowing with love you asked, “Which one should I wear?”. You watched as he thought things over for a moment, his face adorable with contemplation. When he came up with an answer his eyes lit up, “You love the red thermal and I love seeing you in it”.

God Bucky Barnes owned your heart...he could just be so effortlessly pure sometimes. Luckily enough for you most of his clothes were now your clothes, so you’d actually packed away that exact shirt.

After taking it from your drawer you brought it to your face, closing your eyes and smelling it for a moment. It smelled exactly like him, you could never put your finger on it, but he smelt like home.

A home you’d never had before, a home you dreamed of. Just like him; it was magical. With a grin as big as his, you took off your shirt and placed his on. He was right, it was like a dress on you.

“Happy?”. Bucky nodded his head, a shit eating grin across his face. He was definitely happy. Each time he saw you in one of his shirts it made his heart skip a beat. It was stupid and juvillene, but he liked the world to know that you were his.

Not because he was possessive, but it was nice to be reminded that someone like you could love someone like him. Besides, it was also a message to everyone that Bucky was willing to do anything to keep you safe. It was his way of letting everyone know, “This one ain’t alone, so don’t even try anything”.

And if he was being honest with himself, it was extremely sexy to see you walking around in nothing but one of his shirts. After laughing softly to yourself you joined him on the bed.

Within an instant he was curled up next to you, his head resting against your chest as you played with his hair. Bucky wrapped one of his arms around you, “I missed you all night (y/n)”. You hummed in response, wondering what else he’d confess in his drunken state.

You could tell from his breathing that he was beginning to fall asleep, and with how relaxed you now felt you weren’t too far behind. He held you tighter, “I kept imaging how-”.

Bucky let his eyes close, “How one day it’s just gonna be me and you in our own house..just you me and the kids...and we’ll be a family”. As you looked down at him you could see him smile.

“We’ll be a happy family”.

It was only six words, but they’d moved you more than anything else you’d ever heard. For the longest time Bucky didn’t believe in a tomorrow, let alone a future with marriage and kids.

So hearing him say something like that, that you were his future, meant the world to you. It let you know how much he cared, how much he loved you, and that he finally believed in himself.

All you could do was place a soft kiss on his forehead, you didn’t want to ruin the moment with tears. After kissing him softly you told him, “Yes we will James, we’ll be a happy family”.

Before drifting off to sleep you saw him smile one last time, and it was beautiful. He looked so peaceful and serene, something that his nightmares rarely allowed. His happiness was contagious, and soon enough you calmly drifted off to sleep too.

Soon enough the rest of the apartment was asleep, Thor’s weird liquor coaxing everyone into a comatose state. Sam was asleep on one couch, Thor on the other, their snoring louder than any thunderstorm Thor could conjure.

That left Steve and Loki, and both men sat in the kitchen. Steve could feel the serum fighting against the liquor, which meant his drunken haze was wearing off. Loki pushed a bottle of aspirin his way.

“(y/n) tells me these little pills will help, I’ve seen her do it multiple times with you lot”.

Steve wanted to laugh, a few years ago Loki was public enemy number one and now here he was helping him with a hangover. It wasn’t that crazy to wrap his mind around though, you’d explained to Steve everything Loki had gone through, and so part of him understood.

With a smile he took the bottle, “It’s the closest thing us mortals have to magic”. Steve was surprised that his lame joke had made the Asgardian smile. Loki began to fix himself a cup of tea, “(y/n) would beg to differ, she claims that love is quite magical”.

Before they could help it, both men were laughing while thinking of you. You always did this, without trying you brought people together and made them believe in love and second chances.

They were laughing because they realized, if anything was magical it was you. Steve got up from his seat, “I’m glad you’re around Loki”. It was simple, but it meant so much more. Loki smiled, “I am too…”.

The men exchanged knowing glances before going their separate ways. Loki let out a comfortable sigh before taking a sip of his tea. You believed in him and pushed him to believe in himself, and if it weren’t for that he’d probably be slowly losing his mind in a cell somewhere.

Loki knew magic was real, but he’d always thought it was just about power and control. It was cliche, and he knew you’d be proud of him for thinking it, but Loki realized that maybe magic was in people.

The realization made him smile. Deciding that he’d had enough sappiness for one night, he took his cup of tea and went to the living room. Luckily enough for him there was one vacant loveseat left, so the raven haired prince claimed it.

Tonight was meant to be like every other night, nothing special about it, but it had turned into something else entirely. For some weird reason everyone felt this sense of belonging tonight, and those who had always believed they’d been underserving of a future began to plan theirs in their sleep.

Even the god of mischief found himself dreaming about what his new friendships would entail...and it was all because of you. 

****okay so I’d do my tags etc but I ain’t trying to get the staff upset with me for breaking weird ass rules they’ve created...so please please please reblog this post if you enjoyed it*******

[sabine-leo]

Solid Chaos - Part 4

Note: I got a request from @drakesfiance for a fic  

Summary: Living in a world were The Avengers exist and save the world repeatedly you find yourself one morning with inhuman abilities of your own. How will your boyfriend Tom react when he get´s back from his audition?

Author: @sabine-leo

Idea of: @drakesfiance

Part: 4/ 5

Genre: Angst, Humor, Fluff, Uncertainty, Slight Smut

The wait for the other shoe to drop was stressing you out. You were back in New York for 2 weeks now. Tom and you had enjoyed the little piece and quiet back home in London. Loki had teased Tom permanently and had tried to walk in on the two of you more than once after the first “incident”.

 There was a connection between the 3 of you that was undeniable.  Tom and Loki had fought about how to protect you the best and came to the conclusion that they´d just sandwich you between them when it would come to a fight. Leaving them to their discussion with an eyeroll you went into the lab to see what Bruce and Tony has accomplished in the last 2 days.

 “Hey there!” You greeted them and Tony looked up with a half-smile.

“Ohhh good that you came, we are actually ready for you to test the suit.”

“Are we?” Banner asked a little surprised. “What about the glitches and the…”

Tony shut him up. “glitches...snitches…what would live be without a bit of risk!”

Bruce wanted to disagree again but Tony had made his way to you and clicked a delicate looking bracelet onto your wrist. He winked at you and activated it with a little tip of his finger.

The look Banner had on his face was not very encouraging, and your face probably looked as shocked too. You felt a tight material forming around your arm and looked down in stunned silence. A suit build itself around your body in mere seconds. Looking like black leather with hints of blue and green streaks forming a delicate ornateness and hugging your body. But it wasn´t leather…it was an even more shielding material which could take some hits without you being injured.  

 “Wow!” was all you got out as you watched your body transform and then in its state of dress in the reflecting glass front.

 Tony grinned and looked at Banner as if he wanted to say TOLD YA

Banner just shook his head and began to explain to you.

“This suit is a formidable armour against many threats that could come your way. You can activate a head shield if you want by just saying so. It´s programmed to your voice and will react in a blink of an eye. Also, there are hidden sheets for knives and your katana on your back. You need to train to move in it but it should not feel different to you for more than a day.”

Tony stood in front of you like a proud dad and grinned saying:

“Just say …retract…or think about it and it will vanish. Leave the bracelet on at all times, its so delicate that it should go with everything you want to dress in.”

 You laughed “Since when are you into fashion Tony?!” Banner snorted and coughed out a laugh.

You tried to think retract and the suit was gone in a second. “Awesome!” you grinned.

 “When your abilities grow, the suit will grow with it. But now let’s see how you move in it…”

Tony shushed you into the gym. On your way you met Tom and Loki who both were searching for you. “There you are darling…!” Tom kissed you and looked into your eyes. Before you could say anything, Tony began to speak.

 “(Y/N) will have a merry go around with the both of you. Get ready. She will defend herself against both of you. And I hope she´ll put you on your sorry behinds.”

 Tom and Loki looked at each other in disbelief.

 “Don´t think I …or JARVIS… didn´t hear your discussion about shielding her in a fight. Don´t belittle her abilities and training.. TRUST her!”

 Tom and Loki said in unison : “We do trust her.”

 “Well then let´s see how good she got!” Tony winked at you.

“Great pep talk…” Banner added “…way to go to make her nervous.”

 You went into the gym and took your position in the middle of the mats. Tony threw you the trainings katana and nodded at you. Tom was hesitant at first but Loki just shrugged and came at you full speed. You ducked his first blow and rolled to your left. Then Tom decided he´d join in and you had to do a double spin to get out of his range. It wasn´t easy to have your eyes on both of them but you managed to defend yourself for a minute. “NOW!” Tony yelled “Attack not only defend!”

 “Shield!” You said and the suit formed around you as you flipped back to get out of the way of Loki´s kick. Seeing the astonishment of Loki and Tom and the sudden stop in their action made you grin and boost into an attack. With a sidekick you lifted Loki of his feet onto his behind and Tom suffered the same fate as you unbalanced him with a trick you learned in self-defence.

Sure, it was not fair that you had taken the moment of advantage but HYDRA wouldn´t fight fair too, so you´d better start to earn some tricks yourself.

 “Darling…” Tom stared at you and his grin got a little wicked. “You look ravishing!”

Loki snorted not very princelike and rolled is eyes. “There we go.. his mind is in the gutter already…But I must say you do look rather scorching in that leather with MY green curling along your sides…” He grinned pleased with himself and his comment.

“Oh please, the blue is like the blue of my eyes…and it´s front and centre…not ONLY on the sides”

 Looking down on those two men who looked a bit alike but were like night and day you grinned a little. “Now.. would you get up and fight like a god and a very talented, hot human who is MINE or would you like to discuss fashion a while longer?” Tom grinned and jumped up, held out a hand to Loki and said “If I get to her first you need to stop walking in on us!” Loki laughed and his gaze got mischievous. “And if I win, I get to join in!”

 “And if I win you both admit that you became friends in the last weeks. And tell everybody that you dressed up as the other one that one night to get on my nerves.”

Loki looked a bit horrified and Tom laughed out loud.  

Now it was time for Tony and Bruce to stare in disbelief before they started to chortle.

 The brakes were off now. This was the test you needed. The three of you fought in chilling and mind-numbing crashes of swords, knives and bodies. Loki and Tom trying to get to you separately at first but soon joining the effort. You had some close calls were they almost had you but your suit was just awesome. It somehow sensed their moves and helped you to duck and roll out of range. With the headshield on you could analyse their movements and arrange an attack in milliseconds. Tony and Bruce hadn´t told you about that feature but they fist bumped as they saw you in action.

 Sweaty and breathless the three of you called a tie after half an hour.

“retract” You gasped and lay down on the mat. Tom crawling over to you and kissing you panting himself. “I love you (Y/N) that was tremendous…tiring and bruising but tremendous!”

 Loki hoisted himself up in a sitting position. “Forget the threesome, I´m rather fatigued.”  

That made the three of you laugh to disbelieving stares of Tony and Bruce again.

The next day Tom got a suit of his own. Banner had worked tirelessly to get it done while Tony had focused on yours. In form of a stylish watch Tom now had his amour on him without anyone being the wiser. Seeing your boyfriend in a leather black and blue suit made you daydream a little. He looked so very hot in it that he sure as hell wouldn´t need to defend from HYDRA women soldiers, because they wouldn´t attack…only stare.

 After another 2 weeks of training you decided with Tom to move back into the hotel and see what would happen next. You were as ready as could be, training your abilities with Loki had helped you a great deal to get them under control and not accidentally falling through a wall or disappear into thin air again. Behaving as a normal couple on a holiday Tom and you tried not to look around to suspicious when outside.

 One night you surprised Tom with two tickets to a Broadway Show. Tom kissed you until you could only giggle and wrap your arms around him. “This is the best surprise ever darling.” You smiled and said “Dress up love, I want to see you in a sexy suit tonight” Tom grinned and winked at you.

“You only want to undress me afterwards!” Giggling by his comment you nodded.

“You may be right, but you haven´t seen me in my dress…be careful as you might have that wish yourself!”

 Coming out of the bathroom after dressing and putting on a little makeup Tom gasped as he took in the sight of you. Your shoulder-free long black dress with a cut out back was fitting your curves well.

You could see him gulp and undress you with his eyes. They became hooded a longing.

The sight you had was no less ravishing. His 3-piece suit in a deep black with a bow tie and white dress shirt look stunning on him. You could see his lean frame hugged by the fabric and he held himself like a king ready to greet his subjects. This man in front of you was yours, you still couldn´t believe it, even after all those years.

 “Darling…” Tom came over to you and lifted your head with a finger under your chin.

“You are a sight to behold.. in that dress, in your suit ..it doesn´t matter when I look at you.. all I can see is my future with you….” Smiling at him you took his free hand.

“I love you with every piece of my humble heart…” he ended and kissed you.  

 The show was fantastic and you and Tom had a good time together. Relaxed and not looking over your shoulder every second you enjoyed the time. Walking out of the theatre hand in hand you smiled at each other and walked to the car Tom had leased for tonight.

Coming nearer your bracelet got hot and Toms watch malfunctioned. Looking at each other you watched the car for a second and saw a little red-light blinking. “SHIELD!” both of you yelled instantly and ran as fast as you could away from the car.

 BOOM

A big fireball erupted and the shockwave send you flying against a nearby door. Completely shielded you only needed to grasp a new breath as the last one got knocked out of you.

“Get Loki!” Tom said into his suit system and stood up ready to defend.

You followed and stood by his side.

 “We wanted you to come with us in peace at first.” A menacing voice sounded out of a dark corner of the parking lot. “But now that you have teamed up with those abominations of heroes…You need to be extinguished.” The voice came into the light and with it his 4 companions. All huge and frightening looking man…inhumans with weapons you hadn´t seen before.

 Tom looked strained and stressed out a little at the sight of them.

“Don´t get hurt darling, I need you in one piece to marry me when this is over!”

“What?” you gasped and look at him.

“Just throwing it out there as an incentive to survive!”

 Loki appeared next to you in that second. “You and I need to have a talk about wooing woman and proposing after that Tom.” He took out his 2 knives and grinned devilish his voice from exasperated with Tom getting menacing and dark as he addressed your opponents.

“You choose the wrong ones to mess with this time. KNEEL or be ready to die fighting!”

 After that all hell broke loose. You were pretty sure that not a single car would be usable after this fight would find its end.

  You hoped to got that the end would be to your favour.

@markusstraya @saxgirl21 @confessionsofastrugglingteen @drakesfiance

[lakinda5654]

~~~~A Girl and A God~~~~ Chapter 19- Unexpected

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A Girl and A God is a RATED M Loki Fanfic with an original character, Alexa, who is taken in by Tony Stark after the revelation of abilities of her own. There’s sex, romance, heartbreak, action, fluff, angst, all that good stuff. Full description in blog, and a jump-to-chapter list if you just want the smut or the cuteness bits. Enjoy <3 

Chapter Summary: Loki and Alexa spend a cute morning together, then they are given an unexpected surprise...

Contains: cuteness, friendship development

Word Count: 1,661

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~~Beginning of Story~~

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The next morning, Loki woke to a wonderfully sweet aroma filling their room. Alexa was at the small stove, messing with something in a pan.

She’d gotten bored that morning and decided to make Loki breakfast.

Without warning, she felt his cool hands wrapping around her waist. She took a sharp breath in, then immediately calmed at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning petal” he spoke softly in her ear with his warm, deep voice. “What are you preparing for me?”

“Bold to assume it’s for you” Alexa smiled.

He nibbled her ear gently, causing her heart rate to speed up. “Bold to assume I wouldn’t steal it if it wasn’t.” His tone was so smooth and deep beyond sexy in the morning. It gave Alexa chills.

He unwrapped his bare arms from around her and looked at what she was doing.

“They’re called Crepes. Have you had them before?”

She glanced back at Loki who shook his head.

“They’re my favorite breakfast food.” She scooped up the one in her pan and flipped it onto a plate. “You fill it with all this. You can make it however you want. There’s berries, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, lemon juice, yogurt, and a bunch of other stuff.”

 Loki listened intently. “Well, it smells delicious.”

“It is. Oh and whipped cream. My favorite combination is whipped cream, raspberries, powdered sugar, and a dash of lemon juice.” She created her masterpiece as she spoke, and he watched her. When she shook up the whipped cream and dispensed it, she saw him raise his eyebrows. “What in Valhalla is that…”

“Oh, it’s whipped cream.” Suddenly, Alexa got brave in front of her shirtless god. She dispensed some on her finger, walked so close to him they were chest to chest and held it up to his mouth. He looked at her, surprised, then saw the mischievous look on her face and she saw the corner of his mouth upturn. He took her cream-covered finger into his mouth and sucked on it a bit, then licked it for good measure. 

“Mmm,” he hummed. “That is unexpectedly delightful.” He knew it had aroused her, and he saw her blush to prove it.

As she set the table, Alexa had a nagging question and had to break the mood. “Loki… I have a question.”

He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

“Why are you always so cold? Like I’ve just noticed with little things. Like your tongue and mouth are cold, and your bare skin… you always seem unnaturally chilling. Is that just me? Is it a god thing? or Asgardian thing?”

His demeanor changed entirely. “No Petal- it’s not just you. It’s part of me I really don’t want to share at the moment.” He touched her chin, tilting her head up. “I want to enjoy this breakfast with you, and I will explain it later.” He smiled warmly, kissed her forehead, and turned back to the counter to prepare his food.

Alexa was not one to let things go, she wanted an answer. But the fact that he wanted to spend the morning with her warmed her heart and she forced herself to wait.

He loaded his crepes with berries and sugar as she had. Alexa sat at the table and ate, and Loki soon joined her with his food. His first bite left his face looking surprised. “I must say your Midguardian food continues to surprise me.” He said as he cut another bite with his fork.

Alexa was about to reply when she heard a knock.

Both their eyes widened and she frantically stood up and roughly whispered. “Hide fucking hide!”

Loki slipped silently into the bathroom and Alexa put his dish on the counter so it wouldn’t look like the table was seated for two. Whoever was at the door knocked again.

 “Coming!” She rushed over, took a deep breath, smoothed herself out, and opened the door.

Peter.

“Ok so I know this is weird and it’s early and I’m sorry cuz you were probably asleep but maybe not cuz u live on moon juice or whatever right, but I found something and I didn’t know what to do so I picked it up and I thought if I went to anyone else they’d make me get rid of it or something and I don’t want to and I don’t know what to do.”

“Peter… What?”

He pulled a kitten out of his sweatshirt.

There was a moment of confused silence.

“Peter why the fuck… why do you have a kitten”

“I just told you I found it and it’s really cute right and, ok so I found it cuz I went to McDonald’s because I wanted hash browns and this guy had a whole box of them so I was like aww cute right and then someone else came and was looking at them and I went inside and ate my hash browns and then I came back out cuz I was done and there was literally just one kitten left and The guy was all like “this one has your name on it kid” and I was like no cuz I live in Avengers tower and like I don’t think they allow pets right but it’s not like I signed a lease or whatever so I don’t know, but of course I didn’t say that to the old guy I was just like “no thanks” and then he set down the box and was like it’s yours and I didn’t know what to do but he left and there was just the one and I had to come back but now I have a kitten.”

Alexa stared blankly at him for a moment. “Peter what the fuck”

“Could you keep it in here? Just cuz like I don’t have a way of keeping it because Mr. Stark is always coming in my room you know and like talking to me about training or helping me train or making me meet a new bodyguard because they quit a lot and I really don’t think Mr. Stark would like Thunder.”

“Thunder?”

“Oh yeah cuz he’s gray I thought his name could be Thunder but like we don’t have to name him that I just thought it fit him with his paws cuz they seem too big for his body and I just think if we could keep him here, and then I could take care of him you’d just have to let me in now and then. Then we could also hang out more too cuz like I thought that maybe we could be friends because everyone else here is literally like a thousand years old, I mean a couple of them actually are let’s be real. So will you do it? Can he stay here?”

He didn’t know how much he was asking. Having him pop in and out all the time would seriously endanger Loki to being found out.

“Peter I really can’t…”

Upon seeing he was about to get rejected, he got a little more desperate.

He tilted his head and began to beg her. “Pleaseee please please cats are like so low maintenance and I’ll buy everything just please…”

“Oh my god, fine Peter I’ll-”

“Oh my god YES thank you so much I will go get everything and we can keep it a secret ok and do you want to name it Thunder?”

Alexa looked down at the little cat. “Sure, why not.”

“Ok sweet I will deal with all of it thank you thank you thank-” 

Alexa cut him off. “Ok but you need to understand something. You ALWAYS knock ok? And I’ll take care of him most of the time just if you get the supplies and come by when you want to play with it then that will be fine.”

“Ok sweet I will do that okay and here you go, he’s still really fragile and I think he likes cheez-its, but I’ll get him real kitten food and all that”

“Ok Peter. I’m gonna go back in my room now.”

“Right ok so bye I’ll see you later then thank you so much.”

She shut the door. Holding a kitten.

Loki walked out of the bathroom. He walked up to her, and she realized what a mistake she’d just made when she saw his face. “Have you gone mad?” He spat. 

The kitten chose that moment to let out a tiny, high pitched “mew”

He stared at the creature, then at Alexa. “We are on day one of this and you’ve given access to our room to that loose cannon of a boy?”

Alexa was quiet. “ I know. I’m sorry. I really think it will be fine I told him to always knock and…”

“What you’ve done was foolish. What if stark hears about this creature and decides to check in on me?”

“I’m sorry Loki.” He turned away from her, grabbing at his hair.

“I just, I kind of also wanted a pet.”

He turned and looked at her. “Why? Are you so lonely? I’m right here. I’m bloody locked in your room. I don’t understand why you would have a desire for this infant mammal.”

“Because, Loki... You sleep.”

Loki looked at her and realized he hadn’t thought about what she had to do for all those hours of the night, and how no one was awake but her. He looked at the kitten again and sighed.

“Thunder, is it?”

“I guess so”

She vaguely heard Loki mutter something under his breath something about the concept of Thunder and it’s unending capacity to fuck up his life.

Loki reached down and picked him up. “The name suits the bastard,” he said roughly. Alexa was looking at the animal, a bit worried for it in Loki’s large, tense hands.

His anger had calmed. “I suppose if it pleases you…” and handed the furball back to her.

[nicole-goddessofloki]

Tom‘s Spirit Week

Just one more day waiting! But first: #FavoriteTomFriday! For today I made again 3 collages. The first collage‘s theme is my favorite Tom Hiddleston moments from his 37th birthday – today. Here they come:

1. *Since I saw Early Man after the man‘s 37th birthday, I made an exception for this. In Early Man Tom does the voice of bad guy Lord Nooth. We know Tom is the king of accents! Here you can hear Tom do a French accent. There is a bath scene in which Lord Nooth gets an massage, you just got to see the Behind The Scenes footage of that! I really loved all the extra footage on the DVD.

2. The promotion he did for Avengers Infinity War even though his character only was seen in the first 5 minutes. Also for knowing Loki‘s ‘fate’ in this movie for more than 2 years..

3. Tom Hiddleston as Mary Poppins, or do I need to say: Mary Ploppins? Tom starred in the short video ‘Leading Lady Parts’ from which in the end you saw posters of Tom being the lead female role in films such as Mary Poppins & Wonder Woman. Leading Lady Parts sarcastically shows how hard the movie industry for women can be. Leading Lady Parts (produced by Rebel Park Productions) is an initiative of the Hear Her campaign in the United Kingdom, in which women who are normally not heard are given the opportunity to give their opinion on all kinds of subjects. In this short movie actresses audition do a serious role, but get the craziest requests. This becomes painfully clear when the casting agent, played by Catherine Tate, proclaims: 'It's not rocket science darling. We're just asking you to be thin and curvy, sexy and innocent. Thin, sexy, hooker, virgin with boobs and hips. " In the end because of the casting Agent pickiness, Tom Hiddleston is given the female roles instead. I appreciate it a lot that Tom is part of projects about women‘s rights. We all deserve to be treated fairly and not to be judged because of the way we look.

Tom said about this:

“I had so much admiration for everyone who's come forward and spoken up, and the movement of Time's Up and Me Too. I wanted to find a way to help but I was very conscious of it not being necessarily my story. First thing I felt that it was important to do very actively was to listen, to read, to hear so that women could tell their stories and begin to talk about how we might change the environment.” Time's Up

4. Suddenly out of the blue, there was this picture of Tom Hiddleston & Josh Wilson posted by Wilson Worldwide Productions Something about a secret project. I‘m still very curious, because we still don‘t know what it is! I think it‘s something very spectacular! We got something to look forward to! He also posted a second photo (that‘s the one in the collage) in which he tagged me & a few other Tom Hiddleston/Loki fan accounts in. That totally made my day, so thank you Josh!

5. This stands for all the Comic Cons he did. He healed a lot of fan‘s hearts (Which were still broken because of Infinity War). And even those who weren‘t there (including me) this angel reached with his wings. There were plenty of lovely pictures, lovely footage of the Panel‘s. I personally loved his face expression when a little boy asked him if Loki was truly dead. There also was this moment Tom said the words: “Know you are not alone!”, which meant a lot to me. We all have obstacles to face and unfortunately most of us had to deal with bullies (in the past). But where I‘m mostly grateful for is the fact that for every con there were fans collecting fans letters from all over the world, bonded in fan-books. Therefore I know a few of my letters, cards (Christmas card, Birthday card) are given to him! I think we can be blessed to be in such a wonderful fandom! ACE Comic Con.

6. On the 30th October Tom and Josie Rourke talked at the Alan Howard / JW3 Speaker Series. It was a lovely and inspiring interview, I was able to watch later on Youtube. He talked about how he stepped out of his comfort zone, which has inspired me to do the same. When I hear this man talk about acting; whether it‘s in film, series or theatre; it‘s so so visible I‘m listening to a man who found his passion and as I said it before: He truly has put his heart and soul it. Perhaps I do not know how to properly bring this into words, but I hope you understand what I mean. I think many people can see him as an example, given the fact for example how he has grown in +/- 20 years. From liking to do voices as a kid to this passion and talent which goes much deeper than just the word ‘acting’. He does inspire people to go take their passion to the next level as well.

7. Tom Hiddleston‘s first social media post in (what was it?) 2 years: Loki. More stories to tell. More mischief to make. More to come. That literally broke the internet! What Ralph Breaks the Internet? No, Tom Hiddleston breaks the internet! The #LokiSeries (#Disney+) confirmed by the man himself! I‘m so excited for this whole thing. Patient, patient.. But I‘m freaking out inside! Can‘t wait!

8. Tom also did a lot for charity this year. The picture that I chose is Tom visit to the Great Ormond Street Hospital and Children's Charity. He gave the children something they‘ll never forget! Online you were able to write a Christmas wish for the children, which got printed on a Christmas Stocking. On the photo he holds (I assume) his message for the Children. In general he did a lot for Children this year. Tom also donated for the Justice and Equality Fund which was all about the issues of sexual harassment and gender inequality. I remember people said Tom was late during the Avengers Infinity War screening/premiere in London, he met with children in co-operation from the Starlight Children's Foundation before. I cannot think of a better reason to be late for an official event ;).

9. This photo is taken by BBC Radio 2 during the Zoe Ball Breakfast Show. It‘s truly one of my favorite pictures yet! There he spoke about ‘#Betrayal’ which will be hitting the theatre in London next month. He also spoke a little about the Loki Series & about the #Nightmanager season 2, but he wasn‘t alowed to say much about it yet. What better to start your Friday morning (it was a Friday) with then listening to Tom‘s voice on the radio! They also had some real good music in-between the talks. I heard ABBA, Journey (Don‘t stop Believing) & a live performance of a song of No Doubt. Also they spoke about the film 'Mary Queen of Scots' which premiered that week. I found it very impressive!

(The Jamie Lloyd Company Official London Theatre)

The second collage shows some random pictures of Tom I really like + my favorite roles he portrayed other than Loki! Those are Thomas Sharpe in ‘Crimson Peak’, Hank Williams in ‘I Saw The Light’ (the image shows my fave scene: the Baby scene!), Prince Hal in ‘The Hollow Crown’ (I am planning to do a Hollow Crown marathon tomorrow on his birthday!) and I just found out F. Scott Fitzgerald from ‘Midnight in Paris’ is missing. I‘ve watched that film on his birthday last year. In Midnight in Paris a writer (Owen Wilson) literally finds his inspiration in the 20s. And one of my favorite moments of Tom still is when a baby easily got him distracted during an #Avengers Interview. He turns to the baby and says: “Hello baby..”, so adorable!

Last collage is dedicated to Loki! (How else, this blog isn‘t called Goddess of Loki for nothing!) I chose some nice photo‘s I hadn‘t used for We Share What We Want Wednesday yet + a few of my fave LokiTom moments.

I wish Tom a lovely 38th birthday tomorrow! (Of course I wish you all a lovely #TomHiddleston Birthday tomorrow!)

[imagine-loki]

Packless Monsters

TITLE: Packless Monsters CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 47/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper’s life RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

     You reclaimed your position standing at the head of the table. Confident, though your outfit currently consisted of sexy lingerie and Loki’s cloak. Loki stood protectively behind you, a reassuring presence. He didn’t know what you were going to say, but he would support your decisions.

    You turned your attention to Samuel and Fenrir, though you addressed the room at large. “Though I killed Jareth, I have no intentions of taking over as Alpha myself,” you heard the sighs of relief from the others. While it was your right to take over the pack, and could definitely do it with Loki at your side and defend your position, you had no intentions of living in this hell or staying here a moment longer than you had to. “Samuel, will you make the announcement that anyone wishing to be considered to be the new Alpha is to meet in the courtyard in an hour’s time?” Samuel was technically in charge until the next Alpha was chosen. He had been sent here by Fenrir to watch over the pack while they decided if Jareth could be left in charge.

    “I will. Rachel and I have been staying in the Alpha’s house. You are welcome to make your preparations there,” Samuel replied. He really meant ‘please put on real clothes before your boyfriend kills us all for seeing a single centimeter more of your skin than he deems acceptable’

    You nodded and took Loki’s hand. “I will see you in an hour’s time,” you told the room. You turned, grabbed your combat boots from where they’d landed when you’d shifted forms.

    “Are you sure I should not just kill them, darling?” Loki asked mournfully, reminding the group at large that you were protected very well from moronic overgrown dogs.

    “I’m sure. The sooner I pick one of them, the sooner we can go home to our family,” you replied and kissed his cheek.

    “Your family is here bitch,” the third snarled. You whirled to face him, to face his accusation. “You’re the one who turned your back on us, on your duty to the pack. Now you come back here with this… false mate and claim rights to dictate our lives?” He was complaining you weren’t married to Loki too, but that wasn’t the part that pissed you off at the moment.

    “I turned my back on you?” you snarled at him in indignation. “I didn’t do my duty? You all have failed in your duty to those weaker than you. You have all failed as dominants. I left to escape blatant physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, which you all turned a blind eye to. My only crime to deserve that abuse, those correction as Ferris like to call them was not being able to give peace to the pack. You all know damn well that a tortured Omega has no peace to share and none of you did anything. I saved my life by leaving this hellhole and now you have the audacity to claim that I turned my back on you?” you growled.

    He opened his mouth to speak again, his eyes narrowed in challenge, when you realized his fatal error, and fatal it would be. He had questioned your relationship with Loki. He didn’t realize yet that he was a dead man. Loki turned calmly to you, tucked his cloak more firmly around you protectively and kissed your forehead. “One moment, my darling,” he told you warmly, but too courteously, too pleasantly. Before you could do anything, Loki had moved from your side and was holding the wolf by the throat against the wall. He didn’t even say anything to the terrified wolf, just killed him viciously, splattering his blood all over the walls. He dropped the body to the ground, disgusted.

    “You had all been warned,” he told the horrified wolves in the room as he returned to you and wrapped an arm around you, tucking you safely against his side. “Allow me to make the warning explicitly clear so no more mistakes are made. Y/N is mine. She is under my protection, under my care, and my love. Official marriage or no. She. Is. Mine,” he growled the words at the wolves with such deep malice in his words that you’d never heard before. “I have the power and training to kill you all without breaking a sweat and you all, Samuel and Fenrir excluded obviously, deserve it for your crimes against my lady. The only reason any of you are still breathing is because she believes your actions were due to a corrupt leader and has too big of a heart. I do not and I shall not allow insults upon my lady to go unchallenged. Do I make myself clear?” he demanded of the room at large.

    The wolves, dominants all of them, and all the strongest in the pack bowed their heads to him and muttered “Yes, sir,” like obedient puppies.

    You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Come along, love, let’s let them get this mess cleaned up. We’ll see them and the others who wish to petition to be Alpha in an hour,” you told him warmly. Dominance challenges and displays of violence had been your life for 18 years. His display didn’t affect you.

    “As you wish, darling,” he replied and kissed the top of your head. His arm still around you, he walked out of the room with you. There was an audible sigh of relief from the occupants of the conference room as the tension and danger left the room. Loki stopped you a few steps outside of the room. He gestured to your outfit. “Allow me, little wolf,” you nodded and he kissed your forehead. You sneezed as his magic shimmered around you and you were dressed again in your outfit from earlier, including all of your daggers.

    “Thank you,” you told him warmly and kissed him.

    “Are you sure you would not like for me to just kill them for you?” he asked again.

    “Not yet. They get a chance,” you reminded him. He sighed and pouted.

    “Very well,” he grumbled.

    “C’mon, we have an hour. Let me show you around.” He didn’t want to see any more of this place than he had to, and you didn’t want to really show him either, but he needed to see the hell you grew up in.

    So you gave him the tour of the compound, showed him the cafeteria, the school which was empty at this time of day, training room, the bachelorette wing where the unwed females lived, and finally stopped in front of an apartment. You hesitated, staring at the familiar door. “What’s in here, love?” Loki asked softly. His anger and temper had been rising throughout the tour. He couldn’t believe that anyone had been raised here and he hated that you had.

    “The closest thing I had to home,” you finally said and raised a hand to knock on the door. You waited, fidgeting with nerves for the door to open. You relaxed and actually smiled when Dan opened the door.

    “Y/N!” he exclaimed and wrapped you in a hug. Loki stiffened behind you, but didn’t kill your brother on sight. “Come in! I heard you were back! Samuel told us you came for the Choosing. Hey, Loki!” he called over your shoulder. “Come in! You’re looking a lot better than last time I saw you. Knew sis could fix you up,” he grinned. Loki actually gave him a small smile, the first smile given to anyone besides you since he’d been here.

    You walked into your old home with Dan and realized how…small it was. You hadn’t noticed compared to a dorm room, but the apartment was tiny, dingy, old. Ethan came running in from their shared room and nearly tackled you in a hug. You grinned and returned the hug. “I missed you,” you told him. “You grew,” you accused. He laughed.

    “It’s been four years, sis, of course I did,” he teased.

    “I’m sorry I had to leave, kiddo,”

    He growled. “I’m not a kid anymore.” You rolled your eyes.

    “Sure you’re not,”

    “Dan said you had to leave, but…” his eyes were sad, haunted. You pulled him to you in a hug.

    “I did have to leave. Jareth was just going to keep hurting me if I didn’t,” you told him softly.

    He nodded against your shoulder. “That’s what Dan said. Mom… wasn’t as nice,”

    “She kept your room the way you left it,” Dan said, drawing your attention away from Ethan and painful memories. “She kept insisting you’d be back. If there’s anything you want to take with you…”

    “You’re not staying?” Ethan asked.

    You shook your head and pointed to the Avengers magazine on the coffee table. “You know I’m working with the Avengers. Loki and I can’t live here. We have a lot of things to do on the outside. And work for Fenrir too,” you told him. Plus, you couldn’t live in this hellhole again, but you wouldn’t tell Ethan that. For all that he was a teen now, he was still your kid brother and didn’t need to know about that. “So you can have my room,” you told him. He jumped for joy at that. You gave him a small smile and took Loki’s hand, leading him to your old room.

    “You lived here?” Loki asked, horrified still. You nodded. The room was smaller than your dorm room, the tiny window was barred, the walls undecorated gray concrete. The room was nearly barren besides the small bed and the belongings you’d left behind in your haste to leave.

    “Yep, this was home,” you told him sadly, looking around the small sad room that had been your refuge.

    “Never again,” he snarled, pulling you into his arms and holding you too tightly. “Never,” he growled. “Whatever it takes, whatever I have to do, you are never living like this ever again,” he swore, anger and sorrow in his tone.

    “I won’t ever have to,” you reminded him. “I’ll have earned my degree in a couple months. I have a good job with Stark Industries, a place in the Avengers, I have a place to live, and more importantly, family and home,” you reminded him. He relaxed and kissed the top of your head. He finally let you go and you gathered up a few belongings you’d had to leave behind the night you left, digging under your bed for trinkets and a couple old well-loved books. You’d chosen clothes over anything sentimental the night you left. You packed a small bag of sentimental things you’d had to leave behind. “Would you do me a favor?” you asked softly, hesitantly. He inclined his head. You handed him the bag. “Mind sending that home for me?” you didn’t want to carry it around the compound, didn’t want anything to happen to it.

    “Of course, love,” he replied and the bag vanished. You sighed in relief.

    “Thank you.” You hated asking him to use magic on your behalf and avoided it as much as possible. The fact that you had told him how much it had meant to you. You knew he appreciated that you didn’t use him for his abilities. “That’s everything in here,” you took his hand and dragged him from the room before he could blow it up out of anger that you’d lived here. “We need to get going to the Choosing,” you told Dan and Ethan when you left your room.

    “We’ll see you there,” Dan replied. You hugged them again, they shook hands with Loki, and you and Loki left the tiny apartment. You opened the door to leave the apartment anyway, and saw your mom about to open the door to come in. You stepped back into the living room, thinking optimistically that she’d want to see you.

    She looked shocked for an instant before she glared at you. “You dare show your face here after what you did?” she demanded, stepping into the room after you. She slapped you hard across the face. “You ruined all of our chances!” she shrieked. Loki swept between you and grabbed her wrist when she raised her hand to slap you again.

    “You get one pass because you’re Y/N’s mother,” he snarled at her, squeezing her wrist so the muscles creaked in protest and she cried out. “And that is only because she cares. You have never cared for her beyond using her as a pawn for your own schemes. You ignored her pain for years and I will not forgive you for that. She killed Jareth, yes, and he deserved it many times over. If you harm her in any way, shape, or form, again, I will kill you despite the fact that you are her mother. Are we clear?” he growled. She whimpered a protest. His hand squeezed on her wrist and you heard the bones shatter. Loki moved, turning so she was in the room and you were backed through the door. He pushed your mom toward Dan. “Do not let me catch sight of her again,” he told Dan, who nodded his agreement.

    Loki swept you both through the door in the next instant. He placed a cold hand against your cheek. “Are you alright?” he asked, using a touch of power to heal the bruise before it could even form.

    “I’m fine,” you told him with tears in your eyes. He snarled at your tears and took a step back toward the apartment to kill your mom. “Leave her be, Lo. She’s never going to change and I never have to see her again after today.” He growled, but kissed your forehead.

    “This is her only pass, love,” he told you softly.

    “I understand that. I’m sure Dan will press that information upon her too. We’ll never see her again,” you reassured him. He nodded and you took his hand to finish the tour. You showed him the Alpha’s house and Rachel greeted you both warmly. The Alpha’s house was basically a mansion in the middle of the compound, at the edge of the outdoor training yard/park that was in the middle of the compound, surrounded like the prison-like building. Loki’s temper was on edge again that the Alpha lived here while the pack was in the prison.

    “Children, come along. The dominates are going to be playing out here soon,” the pack nanny called across the park. You grinned and stepped away from the Alpha’s house into the park proper and howled a greeting to the pups.

    They howled back and ran over to you, swarming you and Loki in happy wagging tails. Some of them had been running in human form. “Mega! Omega!” they called happily. Most were boys of course, but there were a couple of girls in this puppy pack. You grinned and petted and greeted all of the puppies. Loki was right there beside you, happy around the children.

    One of the guard wolves announced the hour with a howl. Your time was up. “Puppies, go with Nanny now. We have to play with the dominates,” you told them kindly, but firmly. There were sad puppy noises, but they obeyed and ran over to the nanny. You waved to her and went to go face the applicants for the position of Alpha. You kept your hand in Loki’s. His temper was too volatile right now to be left to his own devices.

    You saw the assembled men waiting for you. Fenrir, Samuel, and most of the pack were there as well. They wanted to see who would be chosen for the new Alpha. Your brothers were there too, though thankfully no sign of your mom. You stepped up onto the platform set up for outdoor meetings. Loki followed, a threatening dominant presence. Plus you still weren’t letting him go to slaughter all of the wolves. The crowd in front of you silence at once. “You all know me. I am Y/N, Omega, formerly of this pack, now of the Alpha pack. Samuel has told you the tale, leading to why I’m standing in front of you on this day, but I retell it now. Hear the truth in my words. Jareth challenged me to a dominance battle. I won the challenge. Afterward, he attacked my mate in wolf form, and infected him against his will. As was my duty and right, I killed him for breaking our laws. Our laws are clear now. Either I must take up the mantle of Alpha myself, or choose someone worthy to rule the pack,” there were murmurs, surprise that a tiny Omega had won a dominance challenge against an Alpha, surprise he had even been dumb enough to challenge when it wouldn’t benefit him, surprise that you had killed him for hurting your mate. There were more whispers about old myths of the Omega’s rage. You raised a hand to silence them. “Would any who wish to be considered for the position of Alpha of this pack, please step forward now?”

    The men who had been in the conference room all stepped forward (besides the one Loki had killed of course), a couple other ambitions young men, and… Dan. You hadn’t expected Dan to submit himself for consideration, he wasn’t one of the most dominates, but… that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You glanced over at Samuel, who nodded. Your decision was made, but you had to pretend to give them a fair shot. You leapt lightly down from the stage, waving to Loki to wait up there for you, and went to question each man on his motivations, intentions with the pack.

    You stepped back to the stage when you had finished. Loki reached a hand down and lifted you easily back up onto the stage. You kissed his cheek in thanks. “My decision is made,” you announced to the crowd. “The next Alpha will be under the guidance of Samuel and his mate Rachel, as they have agreed to remain here until he is trained and ready to rule on his own. He wants to lead the pack into a new era that aligns with Fenrir’s plans and goals for the wolves and is the best man for the job, caring not only for the pack as a whole and power, but also for her people. With that said, my decision is that the next Alpha is Daniel,” you gestured to your shocked brother.

    There were some surprised whispers, but the proper applause came. You leapt lightly from the stage again to hug Dan. “Congratulations,” you told him.

    “Just because I’m your brother?” he asked softly so the others wouldn’t hear.

    “You heard my speech. It’s because you’re the best man for the job. Do me one favor, though. Move Ethan into the Alpha’s house with you and not mom,”

    “Done,” he told you firmly.

    You kissed his cheek. “Then my work here is done.” You hugged Ethan, Samuel, Fenrir, and Rachel goodbye. Loki said his goodbyes as well and actually congratulated your brother. You took his hand to leave and escape this place for good.

    “I’ll invite you home once we get this place in proper order!” Dan called after you. You waved in reply.

    “So, where would you like to get ice cream from?” you asked Loki after you’d climbed back in Tony’s car.

    “The little place near the tower,” he replied automatically. You grinned and drove straight there. That shop knew you both and were no longer surprised when Loki turned Jotun while he ate his ice cream. They were polite and didn’t pressure you just because you were famous. You stopped in front of the ice cream place and told the car to drive itself home. You could walk back to the tower from here.

    “The usual dearies?” the lady behind the counter asked when you walked in.

    “How about the Bad Day Special instead?” you asked as you stepped up to the counter with the still emotionally compromised Loki. He kept a step back, his arm wrapped around you to reassure himself that you were ok.

    “Coming right up. Go find a table. I’ll bring it over to you,” the lady told you kindly. She would add it to your tab. You smiled, thanked her, and took Loki’s hand to lead him to your usual table. You frequented this place a lot.

    “Calm down, Lo. The pack business is over. We never have to go back there again,” you reminded him once you were both seated.

    “You were raised in a prison worse than the dungeons on Asgard, you were insulted by those…men, and your mother hit you, and you expect me to be calm?” he growled, frustrated, angry, sorrowed by your life before you’d escaped.

    “Yes, I was raised there. Yes it was awful. I ran away from that life. The man who insulted me is very much dead. I’ll never see the woman who birthed me again,” even you growled at that.

    “When I take you to Asgard, I’m sure Mother will adopt you as her own,” Loki said, a fond smile appearing when he thought of Frigga. “It’s what she does. She’s gentle and kind and loves everyone, and she will love you, my darling,”

    “I’d love to meet her someday,” you told him warmly. “I love my life now. I love every minute that I get to spend with you. I love my work, I love the team and the weird, crazy family we’ve built together. I love my life, but more importantly, I love you,” you told him firmly. He smiled truly then, relaxing since you were properly happy, safe, and out of that hell.

    He was still smiling when the ice cream lady brought you two overflowing bowls of the chocolatyest ice cream she had. Loki turned Jotun the second the ice cream touched his tongue, but no one commented on it. It embarrassed him, but if no one said anything, he could ignore it. Plus he loved ice cream, desserts in general, but most especially ice cream.

    “I love you as well, little wolf.”