#an asgardian and a silly human

[cleabellanov]

Warning, Loki likes to steal jobs (and is good at it)

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[liminalpebble]

Hi ya, my ask would be for Loki....

For some reason his magic is glitching. He needs to understand why before anyone finds out.

Oddly, when he's around [insert character name] the effect is better/worse*

*delete as appropriate

Hello dear nonny!

Sorry it has taken me a thousand years to write this. It's kind of a long one but I hope it warms your heart. It's kind of silly and fluffy but unexpectedly emotionally real. I hope you enjoy.

CW: Fluff, all fluff. Loki x gn reader, surprisingly wholesome, just bit of cussing.

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The Glitch

“DAMN!” Loki screamed for the tenth time that morning, smacking his fist against the kitchen counter. In the privacy of his quarters at Avengers Tower, the god of mischief was having a horrible morning.

He woke up as usual and tried to spark up the green glow of his magic to help him get ready more quickly for the day. Although long hot showers were pleasant to him, so was sleeping in after reading late into the night. Being able to magic oneself clean and ready for the day in seconds was a major convenience...one he had always taken for granted.

Although his fist was no longer magically charged, the strength of his hand still left divots in the counter top, frustrating him further. Finally the god of mischief screamed so loudly and smacked the wall so hard in rage that it was a miracle the whole building didn't hear it.

He was very lucky, in that case, that there was only one person walking quietly through the hall to the morning meeting (something Steve cutely called the “Superhero Roundtable”). You rolled your eyes thinking of the name, but Steve was too much of a sweetheart to burst his bubble about it. As your steps clicked over the polished floors you were feeling a bit proud of yourself that you would actually be early for once.

“DAMMIT!! NORNS SPIT UPON YOU, YOU HORRIBLE FICKLE FORCES.”

You jumped at the sudden avalanche of sound. His biting baritone tirade crashed into the hall from behind Loki's door. Your superhuman reflexes were the only thing keeping your files and your coffee from hitting the floor. Sighing in exasperation, you considered whether or not to get involved with whatever the hell this was. Ever since you joined the team a few days ago, your dramatic Asgardian coworker was none too thrilled to have another non-human demigod on the roster. Sharing the spotlight was never his forte and he made it everyone's problem, especially yours.

But...you were kind, sometimes to a fault. The idea of simply waking by and ignoring him, of enjoying some schadenfreude as this arrogant ass was finally being inconvenienced by something, was incredibly tempting. But pity welled up in your heart, knowing what it's like to be a stranger in a strange land, to feel alone and angry, so you knocked on the door despite being afraid of whatever hurricane was behind it.

Loud steps trudged closer, then the door swung open as Loki barked, “WHAT do you WANT?!”

You took a step back, eyes wide and coffee still death-gripped in one hand.

“I...uh...I heard you screaming, and breaking things. You know, you'll never get your deposit back if you keep it up,” you attempted to joke, painting an uncertain smile across your face, brows peaked in concern.

His aquamarine eyes stared down, boring into yours as he clenched his jaw, then said dryly, “How very perceptive of you.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “God, you're such a bellend.”

He flinched at the insult. He didn't know what “bellend” meant, but he could infer from your tone that it was not a compliment. As he tried to swing the door shut again, you slapped it back open, “But! I really am concerned about you, so can you please let me know what's wrong?”

“Nothing!” he growled out, chest heaving.

Your eyes scanned him up and down, taking in his disheveled hair, wrinkled pajamas, and the slew of objects strewn across his living room. “I'm not an idiot, Loki. I can see the obvious. Will you please just talk to me?”

He flinched again, this time struck by the genuine care in your voice and in your eyes. It rendered him uncharacteristically unsure of what to say or do. As he paused and you stepped closer, he could feel the surge of his magical energy building back up within him. Loki's face suddenly cracked into an unnerving gleeful grin. He hastily cast a green glow over his body, rendering himself dressed, scrubbed, and ready for the day. Although he knew he might be stretching his luck, he waved a hand behind him to reset the apartment back to its immaculate order. To his delight, it worked. “I'm ready, your highness. Let's go, shall we,” he said lightly, as if he wasn't in a tyrannical rage moments earlier.

You stared, eyes and mouth wide open in confusion, then shook your head and shrugged. “Whatever, Vlad the Complainer. Let's just go,” you said, striding quickly down the hall towards the conference room.

The demigod strutted after you, in much less of a hurry, until he felt the magic within him wither and shrink as the distance between you increased. He gingerly tested a theory, picking up his pace so he gained on you. As he suspected, each step closer caused his magic to re-energize within him.

Damn he thought with a huff, as the two of you entered the conference room, just in time. You settled in the only two seats left at the table, next to each other.

Great. You thought, realizing that at least for the next few hours, you would be stuck next to the intergalactic diva. That's what I get for being nice.

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The meeting went on far too long, but while Steve droned on, you turned the issue of Loki around in your mind. He sat next to you, not bothering to hide his boredom; arms crossed, chin tilted haughtily and legs spread wide. By the end of the first hour, you finally couldn't stand his long limbs sprawled out into your own space, so you swiftly kicked his shin under the table. He glared, but the message was received, loud and clear, as he wheeled his chair slightly away from you and crossed his legs.

As you touched, it happened yet again, the flaring of your own magic levels and a definite feeling of transfer to him. You could sense it ever since he answered his door this morning; the fluctuating magic. It didn't take you long to put two and two together. His magic was faltering, and for no reason you could discern, your proximity was jump-starting it again. You made a mental note to immediately drag Loki with you to Bruce to get this all sorted out.

You're welcome, Loki. You thought to yourself, considering that you could have just brought it up here in the larger group to get everyone working on the problem, but you instead decided to preserve his fragile pride. Finally, Steve dismissed everyone and you waited until the room was completely empty with a hand on Loki's arm, urging him to stay seated as well.

When you were alone, Loki took the opportunity to speak first. “Well, well, wellll,” he teased, “eager to prolong my charming presence, darling, and just the two of us, no less.” He winked and smiled. And although it was corny it was also devastatingly sexy coming from his stupid handsome face.

“Can you, for once, cut the crap? Just tell me what the fuck is going on with your powers.”

Those gorgeous icy eyes went even wider than usual, as he forced out a breathy chuckle while saying, “Why, what ever do you mean?”

Your expression remained knowing and unamused as you explained. “I know, Loki, I can feel the movement of my magic in my body, just like you can, and I can tell when someone's siphoning off of it like a gas tank. We have to go to Bruce, see if he can sort it...”

“NO.” he growled, deep and articulate, close to your face, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Can you put your enormous ego on a shelf for a few moments and just go with me? This won't just fix itself, you know.”

He sighed. “Very well.”

“You're welcome,” you quipped as you already left your chair and made your way to the lift. Loki was dragging his feet until he felt the magic seep away as you left. Reminded of his predicament, he jumped up and followed closely.

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Several hours later you were sitting in a strange plastic shell of an observation room with Loki, a transparent, zipped divider between you. You sat in opposite corners trying to get comfortable while Bruce ran his tests, sometimes unzipping the middle panel, and sometimes closing it again to isolate each of you. Dr. Banner's warm voice rang in through the intercom as he looked through the observation window, “You okay in there, kid? Got everything you need for awhile?”

You laughed. “I'm 100 years old, Bruce, and I'm totally fine,” you said gesturing to your comfortable pajamas, piles of books, laptop, pillows and blankets. “It's...uh...it's like a slumber party. I'm doing great.”

“Except for the company,” Loki quipped under his breath, as he sat against the wall reading, not raising his eyes for a moment. Unlike you, Loki refused any creature comforts besides a book to keep him occupied over what would probably be long hours of testing.

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When you arrived at the lab earlier that day, Bruce welcomed you warmly with a kind hug and chit chat. He definitely did not do the same for Loki. Instead he frowned warily and gave him a wide berth. After a few initial tests you asked, “What's the verdict?”

“Well, it looks like you two have powers that behave on similar principles but for some reason, they're interfering with each other like when radio signals cross...or maybe more like magnetic fields...still figuring that out...anyway. We never knew about this problem before because we never had two...uh...similar beings living in the same building. To bring it all back to normal, I need to find a way to separate the signals and keep it that way...some device to wear or even a nano device planted under the skin.

“I beg your pardon?” Loki said, brows furrowed and expression indignant. “You want to cut open my skin and implant something?”

Bruce smiled wryly. “You're making it sound medieval. I'm not chopping anyone open. It would be a tiny laparoscopic incision. It would take seconds and then you'd be back to normal.”

“That's great news!” you chirped.

Dr. Banner, held up his hand. “but I have to keep you both here for an extended period of time to collect enough data...eight hours or more. It might be best if you come in the evening and just sleep overnight. That way I can take readings and it won't interfere with whatever else you have to do today. It might not be the most comfortable sleeping ara...”

You put a hand on Bruce's arm. “It's fine, Bruce. I just appreciate your help.”

Loki was still glaring, arms crossed, but nodded his reluctant agreement to the arrangement.

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So now, here you were, locked in a bubble with Loki until morning. You almost wished the divider in the middle were opaque, so it could block his moody glares and sidelong glances. Although you bristled at his comment, you made the best of things, arranging your blankets and pillows and reading a book just as you would if you were in your own bed, in your own quarters.

Before long you heard huffs of annoyance and shuffling coming from the other side. You ignored him until you found yourself reading the same page three times because of the interruption. Finally, you gave in.

You looked over to your cellmate and asked blandly, “Can I help you?”

He grunted. “I can't get comfortable.”

“Yeah. You didn't bring a sleeping bag or blanket or pillow or anything.”

He stepped closer to the divider, as did you. “Well, I thought I could conjure what I needed. I didn't think the good doctor would ask us not to actively use our powers.”

You tutted. “A remarkable lack of foresight from the god of cunning.”

He put his hands on his hips and be began to rush his words out, “And I should have...what? Made my side look like a damn nursery as yours does? With those bizarre creatures, and that atrocious nightwear. I am a god, not a toddler.”

You braced yourself, responding as he paced. “Well, for one fucking thing those creatures are called Squishmallows and they are incredibly comfortable as pillows...and they're cute. They make me smile, Loki.”

The god of mischief raised an eyebrow, looking skeptically and derisively at a large plushy winking mango you had been using as a pillow. He asked, “And what is this apparel you have donned for your captivity.”

You blushed, looking at the zip-up hooded onesie you were wearing, and mumbled, “Shut up. It's warm and very soft on the inside.”

“In the semblance of what? A bear?”

“A capybara.”

“A what?”

“A capybara. They're cute and peaceful...look a bit like overgrown guinea pigs?”

His face screwed up into a a cringe. “I wouldn't know. I haven't been spending my long godly lifespan on a silly little eternal holiday, playing with midgardians and forsaking my dignity,” he pronounced loudly, in his most aristocratic tone.

You were now facing each other only inches apart, breaths fogging the plastic divider, arms crossed pugnaciously. You paused, gathering what little patience and compassion you had left to muster, then asked. “And which of us seems happier, Loki? Hmm?”

You didn't wait for a reply, knowing it would just raise your dander even more. Loki, however, found he didn't have any rebuttal. He watched, puzzled, as you crossed the room and spoke something Loki couldn't hear into the intercom. He watched curiously, as a lab technician took several pillows and blankets from you and brought them to Loki in the other compartment.

He held them, staring blankly at the pile in his arms. You held back a chuckle at the incongruity of the scene; the proud ancient god in his regal clothes holding a pile of soft, pastel-colored material.

To your surprise, he spread them out very carefully, returned to the divider and said quietly, “Thank you.”

As he was turning to resume his pacing at the far end, you finally asked, “Loki. Why do you hate me so much? What do you have against me? I've been nothing but kind to you...even kinder because I know what it is to be like us...to be the only ones like us, alone and misunderstood in a foreign world.”

You tried to keep the hurt from your voice, but it seeped in, and the perceptive Asgardian saw it easily. Loki's stony face softened unexpectedly, eyebrows peaked in concern and a little shame at his behavior.

“Look...I...I don't hate you. I just....I took me years...years to gain the midgardians' trust after...everything. And then it took so much time and so much effort for these Avengers in particular to accept me, respect me, acknowledge me as someone other than Thor's little bastard brother and a nuisance to the planet. But eventually, finally, I had my identity as unique and glorious and a vital member of the team and finally...finally even, perhaps, gaining friends here.”

His voice dropped to an angrier growl, “But then there was you, and in mere days...days...all of that had unraveled because of you; because of your understanding of their ways, and your intelligence and your skills and....and your kindness...your incredible, unwavering kindness.”

He sat down heavily, slouching with a bowed head, as a barely perceptible tear rolled down his cheek.

There were a few moments of silence as you came closer to the divider sitting down to match him on the other side of the plastic wall. “Loki,” you said so softly, putting your hand up on the divider.

He raised his head and met your eyes, this time not bothering to hide his tears as he barked, “Spare me your pity!”

“I don't pity you,” you said, and he could see you were telling the truth. “But I do feel for you because I have been where you are. I'm sure none of it has been easy for you, but Loki, I've wanted to be your friend since I arrived here. I'd heard all about you...all those good things you said they finally thought and felt about you were the things I heard. I was honestly, a little star-struck over you.”

He chuckled at that. “Really? Star-struck?”

“Yeah. You seemed so fascinating, and bright, and...well...and handsome obviously.”

He smiled broadly at that.

“Yeah. Yeah. Don't let it go to your head. I know everyone says that about you.”

He looked puzzled. “Actually, no one has said that to me.”

“Well. I assure you, they all think it.”

He smiled, looking you up and down in your ridiculous plush onesie and said, “And you're very...I don't remember their word for it...yndig in your...your....”

You smiled and chuckled, “In English the word is 'adorable' and I think this thing is called a onesie...which..actually is also what they call the ones babies wear so I guess you're a bit right.”

Now he was laughing too and neither of you could stop.

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In the morning Dr. Banner smiled triumphantly as he strode into the isolation room. He held up two little syringes and said, “I've got it, you two! I hope you haven't torn each other's throats out after we unzipped the barrier.”

He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the two of you curled up together in a pile of blankets and pillows. The laptop was still streaming movies you had long since fallen asleep during. Loki's hand was around your shoulders and your sleepy head was resting in the crook of his neck. Sometime during the night, you had even convinced Loki to don your extra onesie (a black cat). Then, dressed up like animals, you had snuggled together and drifted off that way.

Bruce smiled, chuckled and walked right back out, deciding to let you both sleep a little longer.

He shrugged and quipped, “Guess it was a good slumber party.”

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[starssunsoftheinfinite]

Hello👋 do u know the song:Singin in the rain by Doris Eaton Travis?

I was wonduring if you can make a fic about it like the avengers see loki and male reader dancing in the rain and they kiss (thor like aaawww they look so cute)You can make the fic long or short or whatever you like

I just want loki dancing with him in the rain😩

Also u can ignor if u want feel free💚

I'M BACK When I wrote this I was imagining the reader to be male but reading through it I didn't actually put any identifiers in there like I thought I did so this could be read by anyone<33 hope u don't mind :0

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Loki x GN! reader

Fluff/Dancing/very sweet

Warnings: none

Words: 984

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It was a silly request, you’re very aware of that. It’s the kind of request that briefly makes you very aware of how human you are compared to your love. He was a grand thing, even as he sits calmly in an armchair pouring over a book you can’t understand (it’s in Asgardian and you have tried to learn it but God is it difficult). You’re sure he has better things to do than wander onto the balcony and dance in the oncoming rain. You’d seen the clouds earlier that day and checking the forecast had only confirmed your assumption of a storm. Watching clouds roll over the sky, inching towards the tower, combined with dancing alone to music so old even Steve would tease you for listening to it had planted the idea of dancing with Loki in your head and it hadn’t left all afternoon.

This brings you here, standing in front of Loki feeling only partially bad for interrupting his reading time. His eyes pull away from the book and for a flash of a second, you worry he thinks the request is childish, embarrassing even. Then he smiles and tilts his head and he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world to him. Which you are, of course. The book snaps shut after he pulls the ribbon between his pages and he sets it on the small clear table beside him. His palms press against the arms of the chair and he uses the leverage to push himself up onto his feet. He adjusts his turtle neck, pulling it down after his sitting position had caused it to ride up and it’s at this moment that you realise you’ve been staring for a little too long. You blink yourself out of your daydreaming and give Loki a small smile “I take that as a yes then?” You say, your smile heard in your voice as you grin up at him. “Of course, Dove. Shall we?” He hums, crow’s feet settling by his eyes as he smiles and holds out a hand palm up, which you graciously take. You courtesy for added effect and you’re promptly pulled towards the balcony door.

Water runs like rivers racing to the bottom of the glass and the sun shines through the clouds above, casting colours through falling rain. It’s beautiful but Loki doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes solely on you. Your face scrunches a little as rain dapples your skin, blinking to fling away a few drops that decide to cling to your lashes. Lokis hands settle on your upper arm and the sight of his smile immediately makes up for the lack of music. “You’re beautiful” You mutter like a secret that spreads a wider smile over your lips. Loki's left-hand trails down your forearm, over your wrist and to your hand. He holds it, lacing your fingers together while his right moves to your spine and traces it down to your lower back where he lets his hand settle. “That’s my line,” He says, just as gentle and quiet as you had.

The two of you sway, enraptured by each other like new lovers. You’d marry him here and now if you had a ring on you. He’s perfect, divine, beautiful, every other kind word you can think of. His hand drops from your back and the other lifts your hand high, you gladly take the silent invitation and spin until your back hits his chest and his hands find your hand and your hip. You’re facing out towards the city skyline and your hair clings to your skin in wet clumps, dewdrops rolling down your skin and collecting at the tip of your nose to eventually fall and start the process over again. The sun is starting to set now, an amber glow cast over both of your faces. It dips below the city line, hiding behind apartments and skyscrapers. You wonder what the sunsets on Asgard look like for a moment and then you're being turned around. Lokis hands settle on your hips and he stares at you with a smile you know only you ever see. “You look like an angel, my love. The sun behind you like this. I’m half worried you may be coming to collect me and take me off to the sky.” A gentle puff of air comes from your nose at that and you playfully roll your eyes. Your gaze pulls back to Loki, though only for a second. Your eyes flicker back to the glass balcony door, gazing over Loki's shoulder to search for what caught your eye. Of course, you should have known. You are glad it’s only a few members of your team, namely Thor, Steve, Sam, Clint and Natasha who are now occupying the lounge room and watching you both. Thor seems pleased as ever, though he always does, mostly just glad his sibling has found someone to love. Steve is just the same, a smile on his face as he watches the touching scene. Sam, Clint and Natasha though? Clint and Nat are giggling, or as close to giggling as the two can get as Sam wraps his arms around himself and feigns making out with the air, his hands rubbing up and down his forearms. He only stops when Loki follows your playful glare and sends a… less playful, one his way. Sam raises his hands in surrender and Loki lifts his dominant hand. With a single flick of his wrist, the curtains on the other side of the balcony door are pulled shut and his gaze falls back to you.

“Ignore them. They think they’re funny” He says and you can’t help but give a small snicker “They’re a little funny.” You say in return and Loki can only roll his eyes and spin you out to face the sunset again.

[mrsdesade]

silly date with the God of Mischief (headcanons part.1)

Timeline: before and during Thor Ragnarok

TW: no one/ just fluff

Pairing: Loki x fem!y/n

Note: this is my first time posting my stuff like this please be kind, English isn't even my native language so I'm trying my best; hope you enjoy 💚

first of all, he's THE gentleman par excellence, from your first meeting until your relationship becomes official

he's the one who always listen to you without judging even If you did the most horrendous and atrocious things

he loves teasing and moking you sometimes, but absolutely in a lovely way

HOLDING YOUR HAND everywhere, everytime, always, in private, in public

his main love language is physical contact

if you decide to bring him to the Earth sometimes, he's not used to the human customs and traditions so the situation might become quite funny

on a coffee shop date he let you decide for him because he might feel disorientated, he's gonna love the jasmine green tea with vanilla you ordered for him

all the humans around are probably looking at him because...well... you're dating the man who attempted to conquer the planet many times

but he doesn't care so much, he has only eyes for you

"humans are so strange... don't get my wrong you're incredibile,but them...uh."

"Loki, you know that I'm not a human."

"oh yes, right, sometimes I forget that." (liar, he knows everything about you)

MATCHING OUTFITS, he offers to buy some clothes that resemble and match with his black suit

be ready to have a full wardrobe of luxury brand and a lots of jewelry made with Asgardian gold (and filled with his magic)

you can make fun of him calling him sugar daddy because he always pay everything for you and of course he doesn't understand the joke

"did you call me...sugar...what?"

on Asgard he loves looking at you with their traditional clothes on when you're walking in the Palace, without saying nothing, just admiring you

he never admit that but he find so funny when you're trying to read the Asgardian language on his books (he's definitely making fun of you when you misspelled something)

he read poetry and poems for you

he show you little magic tricks for everyday little things

If you can use magic or you have specific abilities he's 100% interested on learning more about you and studying your powers

ask you to exercise with him for learning using his knifes

wants you to feel secure and protected, always

at the night he loves staying with you besides the lit fireplace when there's a thunderstorm outside

he hides his spicy thoughts really well (maybe I can do here a specific post)

"close your eyes, I'll be here until you fall asleep; you don't have to pay attention to anything except my voice and my embrace, goodnight my dear."

For now we're done! Hope you enjoyed and as well I hope to being able to do a part two really soon 💚

Kisses~

[ashdreams2023]

can you do a loki one shot in which reader skips her meals or something don't eat anything for whole day??? you don't have to if you don't want to

I got you sweetheart

Loki x fem reader

Tw: kind of an ED thing

Help

Loki was a bottomless bit, much like Thor but he didn’t stuff everything his eyes landed on into his mouth.

He chooses to enjoy taste and not be greedy when it comes to food, it wasn’t a good look on him.

Humans had smaller stomachs, which meant they consumed much less than any Asgardian person or first giant.

Smaller portions was something he was accustomed too whenever he went to Midgard, he didn’t mind it at all, especially when it came to meals with you, the food didn’t matter much because he was there for the good time first.

Although he had noticed something different.

It was you, your eating habits had changed since the last time he visited, you didn’t take dessert and many times just skipped your whole meal all together.

Even when it was only you two, your plate would be barely touched, you think he doesn’t notice because you’re trying too much but he dose, he notices everything.

He didn’t want to nag or bring up something you weren’t ready to talk about but it was truly concerning, it reached rock bottom when he saw how pale in the face you looked after skipping meals the last three days.

"What’s going on with you?"

"Nothing, I think I just need sleep"

"You can’t lie to save your life darling"

You sighed and rubbed your temples "Loki, I said I’m fine, I had a long day and my body just needs rest is all, stop worrying about nothing"

Loki crossed and looked down at you with a disapproved look "Your body needs food, you are a creature who needs to feed on solids, you have to eat"

"I’m not hungry-"

"Stop lying to me!"

You froze, Loki never raised his voice on you before and it felt awful. Your eyes dropped down and before he could reach out for you, you pushed him.

"Stay away from me! You have no idea how it’s like being me!" You clenched your fists in frustration, your lip trembled.

His eyes went wide, he opened his mouth then closed it, you looked hurt, he didn’t mean to hurt you, he was just worried for your health.

He sighs and hides his hands behind his back, he keeps his head low "my apologies, I should have not raised my voice at you, it was uncalled for and you didn’t deserve it….darling just please tell me what’s wrong, I want to help you"

You blinked away the little tears that threatened to drop and turned around, giving him your back, you wanted to stay mad at him, scream and hit him if he came close but you loved him and know he was telling the truth.

"You promise to not judge me?"

He nods, even though you can’t see him but you know he does.

"It’s…sometimes it’s difficult, ok?"

"Elaborate on that if you will"

You groaned and turned around to face him, you felt embarrassed after your outburst seconds again "It’s because…I don’t know, sometimes I just find eating to be a distraction and I don’t think I need it…"

Loki kept quiet for a long minute then stepped closer to you, you didn’t move this time and stayed in peace when he warped his arms around you.

"Silly girl and your ridiculous ideas, do you know how seeing you like this makes me feel?"

"Um…upset?"

"precisely….I want my beautiful dove to stay healthy, mentally and physically, which means I want you to have three meals a day and stop doing this to yourself, I don’t want to lose you to something I could have stopped"

You felt tightness in your chest at his words, you didn’t think he would react this way, you’ve done this plenty of times before but those were times when he wasn’t around.

But then again, everything changed when Loki came.

"I…I’m sorry"

"Don’t apologize too, just try to stop it, I’ll help you, I’m your friend, your lover and number one supporter, I’ll stick beside you till the end"

"You promise?"

"On my life and you know how hard it is to kill me"

"I do." you said smiled.

[widderwise]

Prompt: Children of Eternity

Prompt: Children of Eternity

So this would be a Shazam/Thor: Love and Thunder Crossover (though with very little Thor himself)

Shazam has Billy Batson as the hero Shazam/Captain Marvel who is based out of the Rock of Eternity. This could work on either comic version or movie version, the main difference (that I care about) being just how old Billy is. I find how silly he is in Shazam 2 a bit hard to take if he’s almost 18. That attitude makes far more sense as a much younger Billy ala comics. There are other differences obviously but for condensed movies I find them entertaining as is. The deeper lore is always better, but done poorly would not be an improvement.

Anyway.

I imagine Billy and his siblings are chilling in their lair at the Rock of Eternity when one of the fancier doors in the lair that they could never open (one of the siblings liked to explore the doors). Out tumble a bunch of dirty, underdressed, not all human looking kids (if any are human, we know there are aliens and Asgardians) who were obviously just fighting and sparking electricity.

These kids would, of course, be the kids Gorr kidnapped in Thor: Love and Thunder and brought to the Gates of Eternity where Thor empowered them to fight the monsters.

Things in common:

-Rock of Eternity full of weird doors… Gates of Eternity…. A natural meeting point between DC and Marvel?

-Kids empowered by gods (in this case Thor-he said ‘temporarily’, but his time sense compared to a humans? Also, with Rock of Eternity/dimensional influence?)… some may be baby gods or demi-gods themselves, depending on how either world defines gods? (Heimdall’s son) Some are just aliens.

- Homeless/parentless kids with divine abilities…

So from there it can go a few ways. I suppose in some nice writer’s headcannon the kids could get home easily and safely and quickly….

Or the door could lock again behind them, probably a safety mechanism to keep the monsters off the rock. And to open the door they need the key, like Gorr and Thor did to get to Eternity. So that would lead to a quest… but what do we do with all these inhuman kids (probably at least a little hurt, most in pajamas at best, some little- and that assumes the older looking ones age at a human scale. We know the Asgardian’s don’t)

So do they wait for Thor to come? Or do they make chaos trying to get home? (Is that a real question?)

I could see the Shazam family trying to take care of the kids at the lair while working on solutions (cue shenanigans)

How do the foster parents react to their kids acting even more strange? Where is all the food going? Why so much laundry?

Eventually they’d get caught out and Billy has to ask for help. Diana for the godly aspect. Superman/Martian Manhunter/GL for the aliens. Batman for the adop… I mean child support. Yes, making sure the kids have what they need.

In the end Thor et allies will come through in some chaotic ridiculous way (goats scream) and meet Diana somewhere in the middle. Everything works out. Or does it?

[spiderh0rse]

Silly Game Time: Who are the protagonists of two stories you really enjoy? (could be from any media: movies, shows, novels, games, comics, etc.) (yes, OCs count)

AND, in a cooking competition, which of them would win?

ooh! Okay let's say, um. (What do I even ENJOY) (does an ensemble cast count as a protagonist or....) LYFRASSIR EDDA from the Mechanisms' "The Bifrost Incident", and DIB MEMBRANE from INVADER ZIM. now on one hand Dib is a child. But there's a solid chance he's learned how to cook anyways. It just seems like something he'd stumble into while cooking up some scheme to catch Zim. Lyf on the other hand may be a full grown adult but. Well. I have never heard them sound anything other than inhumanly exhausted. My bet is that they just buy a bunch of premade meals and heat them up.

I think if they got into a cooking competition, Lyf wouldn't really see the POINT against this kid with the weird hair, but Dib would get insanely competitive and make the best food to ever grace human or asgardian tastebuds. And then via a comedy of errors (or someone just. Tripping.) No one gets to eat any of it. Lyf wins by default and no one is happy about this outcome in the Slightest.

[gloriousburden]

How did you feel about Loki being DB Cooper in the Loki Series? I really disliked the series, but I thought this was a little interesting, because I really like the idea that Loki has had past, recent visits to Earth before Thor’s banishment. Also, the one (1) interaction I liked in the Loki series was with Loki and that flight attendant, like not even in a completely shipping-sense, even though there was a flirty element there. Like, it was very interesting to see him play a local in a way that was actually more “mischievous” than “volatile”, and show that he has multitudes. Because whenever we see him on Earth in human clothing he’s in situations where he’s usually nonverbal and or violent.

Honestly… I found it silly and never really thought about it too much 😭 from time to time, I remember that it happened and I’m just like… Oh yeah, that was a thing. I don’t know if I accept it as canon. Not necessarily because it’s inaccurate to Loki’s character (though it’s a bit questionable to me in ways), but more because it’s associated with the series.

This is a really good question, because this is one of the things from the series that I’ve never really known how to feel about. Specifically the whole idea of Loki having past visits to Earth.

Obviously… Loki is a very mischievous character. In ways, it makes sense for him to do something as questionable, and even ridiculous as the whole DB Cooper case. Him obviously having no love for the people of Midgard, and not caring how it would affect them. Yeah, I don’t know. It’s pretty humorous to me.

Like you said, it was interesting to see him play a local in the way he did. I did sort of like the moment with the flight attendant as well! It was fun to see him do such a thing. One thing I do wish we saw more of was Loki’s playful nature! Not him full on being the laughingstock. Sort of similar to the deleted scene of him and Thor where Loki does an illusion of the wine being turned to snakes. I love his playfulness.

Personally, I’ve kind of always had the idea of all our Asgardians (Thor, Loki, The Warriors three, and Sif) not caring all too much for Midgard. Not necessarily straight up hatred for it, but just thinking so lowly of humans that their shenanigans don’t matter much to them. But then again… maybe they, or specifically Loki being the god of mischief, saw them as barbie dolls/action figures for their cruel games/pranks 😭😭😭

Thank you for the ask! This was a really good question, and I wish I could answer it better, but in all honesty… haven’t thought of it much 😭 what do you guys think?

[lokiinmediasideblog]

I personally find it so weird how in they seemed to have dumbed down Lokis character so much in the story, yk what I mean? It seems like they took away so many crucial parts of his personality and backstory for the sake of…whatever the plot is?

I agree that there's inconsistencies in Loki's characterization being that the Thor franchise is one of the worst-handled by the MCU.

I am enjoying the Loki show so far. I think he started smart in the first episodes, where he figures out the variant is hiding in Apocalypses.

He did seem unusually silly on the train at Lamentis, but he was drunk, I enjoyed that we got him singing.

The show also often forgets Loki and Sylvie are Asgardian/Jotun and they struggle fighting off humans(?) outside the TVA (where I can headcannon enhancements). Why did they struggle against train guards?

How do you go from Loki surviving a Hulk smashing to that?

He doesn't seem unusually silly in S2. E1, he's freaking out because he's timeslipping. E2, he uses magic! Gets to be menacing, and is concerned with everything going to shit.

[benevolentgodloki]

L O K I and G for the A-Z dirty asks uwu

Dirty A-Z headcanon game

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

// Loki's a showy mofo. He very much likes mood lighting, though he's more likely to indulge in creating it with magic if he wants to impress someone and/or likes them a lot. Otherwise he's happy to make do with the light of the moment. He does lean toward preferring the dark, despite liking the attention of being seen, and adores the clandestine feeling of the darkness and its intimacy. It lends him a feeling of power, whether he's in control or not.

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

// Absolutely. Loki likes the thrill of being just a little out of sight but with a chance to be easily caught. Fields of long grass; up against trees at the edge of a forest; on the banks of a lake; on balconies; on outdoor tables of a tavern after dark; up on rooftops. That thrill aside, he has been on plenty of excursions with Thor and his friends where they would bring back companions to their camp. Now and then Loki would find someone or a few someones he hadn't managed to scare off and weren't favouring his brother. Especially if he snuck off and found them by himself.

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

// Pretty basic really but he loves being kissed at his neck, jaw, chest, forehead, and waist. He secretly very much likes the idea of being kissed at the small of his back, which would require trust or masking that he doesn't care. He likes to kiss a partner's neck, shoulders, lips, forehead, thighs, waist and hips. Forehead kisses in both instances are less for sexual instances and more for affection. Marks may be verse dependent but by default he doesn't care for giving or receiving them. He does like to playfully bite but isn't interested in inflicting the bruise that makes a mark. Any ownership he takes is preferred through subtler, invisible means. He does not like to feel owned himself and would resent marks at his throat. Fortunately, human partners are very unlikely to be able to make them on his skin. He would quietly enjoy bruises from rough sex/a battle beforehand, but they would ideally be incidental and not possessive in origin.

I - Impact play (talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) 

//Ok, so he's practically the god of kink so I feel weird having my Loki not be super into certain things, but I guess it's more like he's pro kink even if he personally doesn't go for everything. I suppose impact play he'd be down with if his partner specifically wanted it doing to them and were clear about what they wanted. He would enjoy playful spanking but not when it's in the classification of impact play. Either he wants it light and silly or he wants a full on rough and tumble fight that turns into sex. Smacking a partner with a paddle or whip isn't really his bag, though in female form she might enjoy a messaround with a riding crop or flogger, inflicting not receiving. Ehh, I think again it's situation dependent. I could see him enjoying having a male partner tied face down while he spanked them XD it's just likely the sub requested it rather than something Loki would invite people to have done to them.

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)

// Asgardians aren't unknown for their partaking in group experiences, even if Loki was supposed to somewhat behave with his princely status. Obviously he didn't, and neither did Thor. He has attended a few orgies in his time. Loki likes attention, especially when he's drunk, so he will draw it upon himself, but it's only when he's exceptionally drunk that he'll do so fully naked. The rest of the time he likes to remain mostly clothed and participate in a more controlled fashion. He ranges from refined to completely wild. In no-strings relationships, he's very open to this. If he's attached, which is a rare thing, he has the potential to become insecure and needs assurance and love from all parties involved that he's not going to be discarded out of distrust.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Sorry if these are repeats. I'm behind on catching up on everything: For the WIP game. Dance on fire as it intends and We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow

Nope! Neither of these are repeats! Thank you for the asks!

Dance on fire as it intends

This is from the Scott Summers Bingo 2022, and the prompt is O3: Rough beard on smooth skin.

This is a Scott Summers/Thor fic that hit me out of the blue because it just fits for the prompt. The premise is that Scott wakes up in bed with Thor and has his memories sparked by having drank a bit the night before and wound up flirting with Thor and being flirted with by him and wound up in Thor's ginormous bed together. It's not going to be angsty. Just some really sappy, silly fond moments.

Snippet:

When the soft warm sunlight spilled through the opening in the heavy scarlet curtains and caressed Scott’s face, pulling him into a partially awake state, he thought one of the Asgardian royal hounds must’ve crawled into the bed with him and now curled up against his back, nuzzling its hairy face against his shoulders.  Scott would have to be deaf not to hear the sleep-contented whimpers and the snoring that indicated the brazen lack of concern over any goings-on in the palace so long as sleep and a warm, comfortable bed was involved. 

That furred face moved back and forth across his naked skin, but when very human lips pressed into the back of his neck, Scott realized that he wasn’t sharing a bed with a dog at all.  It was then the hand on his hip smoothed up and over his belly, thick fingers curling against the muscles that went taut from surprise, and he felt the evidence of a night well-spent in passion flaking away under his bedmate’s nails. 

How the hell much did I drink last night?  And why don’t I remember that Asgardian ale is stronger than anything I drink on Earth, especially since I never imbibe in Banner’s Hulk-brew? 

Scott tilted his head to see if he could catch a glimpse of who he was with without having to completely dislodge himself from the pleasantly strong grip of whomever big spooned him in the most comfortable bed he’d ever had the joy of crashing in. 

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow

This is the next part in the Break of Day in the Trenches series; Scott Summers/Steve Rogers, and will likely be used for my Steve Rogers Bingo square in the Scott Summers Bingo. I don't have quiet enough to give a long snippet, but this is a good intro to it to remind any readers of the first part:

“Pie Patrol’s here!” Scott announced as he and Steve carried two boxes full of home-baked pies into the kitchen.  He set the box he carried onto the counter while he waited for Steve to catch up, and he regarded the group arranging dish after dish of roasted vegetables that smelled almost too amazing to be as healthy as they were. 

Essentially, Part 2 is actual Thanksgiving Day with the Avengers and X-Men enjoying the large meal together that Emma put together. The meal, some football, some silliness that eventually leads to Steve staying the weekend at the school with Scott (and Bucky with Emma).

WIP Game.

[aloudplace]

Dirty thoughts 13

Loki sent me back to our rooms in New Asgard to think about it.

Those were his exact words. Take some time alone to think about it.

He wouldn't let me answer until I had, though I knew the instant he put that box in my hand what my answer would be.

Immortality is no small burden, he told me gravely. You would outlive everyone you know--all your human family and friends. It's not a decision to be made lightly.

He closed his mind to me again then, and he was oddly stiff--almost formal--which made me suspect that he was very much afraid I would say no.

Silly man.

It was a bizarre concept, though. Four thousand years with Loki? Plus, immunity to all disease, rapid self-healing, near-perpetual youth...it was hard to wrap my head around.

I went home and sat in the center of our big bed with the little box resting on the coverlet before me, replaying the conversation in my mind.

The spell is attached to the ring, he said, staring at me with that bizarre stillness about him, mind utterly closed. If you accept, the spell will activate when you put it on, and your life force will be linked directly to mine. As long as I live, you will live.

There doesn't have to be a ceremony? I asked.

He shook his head. The spell is activated by clear intention.

He never actually asked if I would marry him, which was more than a little irritating. But Thor had declared he would grant the use of the spell only to couples who wanted to marry, so...

Leave it to Loki to propose marriage through inference.

The spell itself only required a deep emotional bond between two people in order to function.

The bond is what will allow me to share my life force with you, he told me gravely.

Well, the bond was no issue. But I kept coming back to four thousand years. For some reason, it made my heart trip with anxiety.

I opened the little box and looked at the ring inside. It was silver and gold woven together in a design like a double-S, made up of two snakes biting each other's tails. Loki's symbol. I'd seen it on some of his armor and weapons, and embroidered on his Asgardian clothes as well.

The thought of wearing it made me flush with happiness. At that moment I wanted him so badly I could hardly breathe.

I pulled my phone out and texted him, Exactly how long do I have to think about this?

Within seconds he answered, As long as it takes.

I smiled, typed, Ok, I'm done.

But my thumb hovered over the send key for a long time, and suddenly my heart was pounding again. Anxiety gripped me so hard my eyes actually began to water.

I was terrified, I realized. Not of being immortal, but of being tied to Loki for four thousand years.

In a hurry, I deleted Ok, I'm done and typed, What happens if you get tired of me?

It took him a few seconds longer to respond this time, but the answer was reassuringly... Loki.

What nonsense are you babbling now?

Tears spilled down my face even as I laughed. Don't be a jerk. I'm kind of freaking out.

He responded, Because you believe I will cast you off someday?

Yes, I sent back. And then, quickly, No. Dammit. I don't know. I'm scared of the possibility, I guess.

He didn't answer right away. I swiped the tears from my face and added, Terrified, actually.

The next four minutes seemed to stretch on and on, waiting for him to respond.

Finally, he said, Have you been harboring this fear for the last three years, as well?

Shit. I had, of course. But I'd decided from the beginning to take things as they came, refusing let myself project at all. Even after Thanos came and went, and we started picking up the pieces, I never allowed myself to wonder where we would end up, Loki and me.

I honestly never expected quite this level of commitment from you, I confessed, feeling stupid. Or any, really.

My phone buzzed almost instantly with his response.

Rude.

I giggled a little and replied, Honest.

And maybe unfair, I realized, with a sting of shame.

I could almost imagine Loki looking down at his phone--his deep, martyred sigh. His response surprised me though.

What can I say to reassure you?

Oh, Loki...I stared at those words and felt a wave of love so intense it made me start crying all over again. It was unfair of me to have doubted him all this time, wasn't it?

I looked at the ring. Thought about the last three years. Going to bed with Loki every night. Waking with his face in my hair and his arm draped over my side.

I remembered the look in his eyes the first time I told him I loved him. That wild gleam of happiness and the way he'd held me, kissed me.

The first time we made love after the snap came back to me as well. God, I'd cried so long, and so hard. But Loki had been there, silent and helpless, holding on for dear life. Afterward, he took me so gently. Tenderly. Like I was made of glass. And when I came in his arms, he'd cried a little too, silently, face pressed into my neck as he rode me through the waves of pleasure.

His feelings then had been very clear--for the first time. His need. His love. He didn't actually say the words until months later, but...he hadn't needed to, and he knew that.

In three years we'd had at least a hundred fights. Every single one had ended with laughter. Kissing. Lovemaking.

He might close me out for hours or even a whole day, but in the end, he always opened to me again. Showed me the fears that made him pick fights or try to boss me around. So many fears.

Loki had been scared all along, too. Questioning his worth. Wondering why I loved him so much--what I saw in him that he couldn't see in himself.

But he'd still asked me.

I can give you the next sixty years. Can you give me the next four thousand?

I looked again at the ring. Picked it up with trembling fingers.

It had been close to ten minutes and I hadn't answered his text, I realized. He must be tied in knots.

I looked at the glowing words on my screen.

What can I say to reassure you?

Nothing, I sent back. I'm okay now.

Then I set the phone down and held the ring up between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand.

The door swung open and Loki was standing there in his green shirt and lab coat, tensed as though for battle.

I blinked. "What are you doing here?"

He looked at my face, and then at the ring in my hand. "I live here," he said, with a ghost of his usual sarcasm.

"But I thought you were--"

"Banner sent me off. I was too busy texting you to get any work done." He looked at my face again, hand falling away from the door. "What, exactly, did you mean by 'I'm okay now'?"

"Uh..." I watched him cross the room to the bed. "I thought it was pretty self-explanatory."

His face creased with irritation. "Humor me."

God, I loved him so much. And man, he really did look good in a lab coat. He'd put his hair back again. I looked down at his legs in those snug black jeans.

"Hey," he snapped his fingers. "Up here. Focus."

I smiled into his face and some of the tension left him.

"I meant I'm okay like I don't need to be reassured," I said dutifully.

Apparently, that wasn't quite clear enough. He frowned at me, eyes narrowed, mind shut tight, emotions in a tangle--fear and hope and irritation.

He looked pointedly at the ring again, still held up in my right hand.

"I was going to put it on," I clarified.

That did it. He released a slow breath and tension seemed to flow out of every muscle.

"You scared me," he grumbled.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to." And then, looking at his jeans again, I added, "You are super-duper pretty, did I ever tell you that?"

His expression darkened into one of his, I'm about to do dirty things to you looks. A year or two ago he would have disparaged my 'ridiculous human colloquialisms,' but this time he didn't even smirk. He simply murmured, "You could stand to say it more often."

"You are so pretty it hurts to look at you," I said, drinking the rush of his gratification and the swell of love that poured off him.

"Put it on," he said softly.

I held the ring out to him. "In my culture, the husband does that part."

His eyes glittered. I'd used the word husband very pointedly, and he understood exactly why. He took the ring, and then my left hand when I extended it to him.

"Four thousand years," I said, looking up at him.

His gaze became hooded. "Four thousand years."

And then he slipped the ring onto my finger.

Green light burst from the little metal band and shot across my body in a blinding flash. An instant later it was gone.

I looked down at my body. "Is that it?"

"That's it," he said.

I took my hand back and looked at the two snakes intertwined on my finger. "I don't feel any different."

"You aren't."

"Oh."

We shared a long, measured, meaningful look. Loki's green eyes cataloged my face. It felt good to just look at him.

Abruptly, I realized something. "I need to get you a ring."

He smiled. "If you like."

"Are we going to have a wedding?"

He nodded.

"It won't be legal though."

"It will according to Asgard," he said impassively.

"Mm. Good enough for me. Can we consummate now?"

His laugh made me tingle all over with pleasure.

"Absolutely," he replied, crawling onto the bed and over me so that I had no choice but to lie back or be knocked over.

"Will you leave the lab coat on?" I asked as he bent to kiss me.

"Mmm. Whatever you like."

I let him kiss me once, taking his tongue and sucking it gently.

When he pulled back I said, "How about the lab coat and nothing else?"

Loki burst into laughter--totally unrestrained this time--and I pulled him back down with arms and legs until I could feel his chest and belly shaking against me.

"How about the lab coat and nothing else at all?" I suggested, bobbing my eyebrows.

His mouth flexed with lingering amusement, eyes glittering. He understood immediately what I meant and I was deeply pleased to find that he felt no resistance to the suggestion whatsoever.

"You'll have to let go if you want me to undress," he said.

"Mmm..." I let go and sat up to watch as he began to strip, lying the lab coat beside me on the bed and casting the rest of his clothes on the floor.

When he was naked, I handed him the lab coat and he smirked. "You're serious about this."

I nodded.

Sighing, he put the crisp white garment back on. His cock stood out stiffy between the open edges.

"Now the rest," I said impatiently.

He pursed his lips a little, but his pale skin flushed blue from head to toe, eyes going crimson, graceful lines rising along every inch of exposed skin.

Now it was my turn to sigh. It had taken more than year of coaxing and bargaining to get him to this point. He wouldn't let me see him like this every day, but he seemed to accept that I liked it.

"Come here," I murmured, scooting to the edge of the mattress and holding out my arms to him.

He came and stood between my knees, face serious, red eyes warm and hungry.

"Make love to me," I whispered, touching his chest, his belly. Bending to kiss the tip of his cock. "I want you so much."

With one hand on my shoulder, he tipped me back onto the mattress, and then he just stood over me for a few seconds, looking.

He leaned down and pulled my skirt up, gaze heating when he found I still wore no panties.

I lifted my legs around his hips to pull him closer and he chuckled, teeth very white against those azure lips.

"Inside, Loki," I murmured. "Quick."

"Not quick," he admonished in a low voice, settling over me on extended arms. "Nice and slow." He shifted against me and pushed inside.

I gasped, moaned softly.

"See?" He murmured, red gaze hooded with pleasure. "You're bruised from earlier."

I shook my head. "Feels good. Ride me hard."

"No." Loki withdrew for a slow, gentle thrust. "Like this." He pushed deep, paused to peel my dress off over my head and then pulled my bra down around my waist.

Then he bent to suck my breasts, holding them with both hands, thrusting slow, so slow. I dug my bare heels into his lower back and pushed up against him.

He retaliated by pulling out, pinning my legs together between his own and thrusting inside again with all his weight pressing my hips down. The position made me feel deliciously helpless. Even more so when he took hold of my arms and held them above my head.

We both looked between his body and mine, watching him fuck me. The sight of his long, azure cock moving between my legs made me crazy. I begged him to do it harder and he ignored me, pumping in that same languid, dominating rhythm until I started writhing and bucking beneath him.

"Hush," he murmured. "You like it slow. You come so hard when I draw it out like this."

It was true, of course, but the pleasure built so high before he finished it that I lost myself entirely. Twisted and fought, trying to wiggle my legs free so I could have some control again. Wanting to wrap my legs around him and move myself on that hot, rigid column.

It didn't work, of course. Loki just kept pumping away, making low sounds of pleasure as I struggled, holding my arms with one hand so he could touch my breasts with the other.

Towards the end, my begging must have moved him because he murmured, "Let me make you come like this and you can ride me afterward. I'll lay nice and still for you, I promise."

"My way?" I gasped, aching, burning all over with unresolved pleasure.

His cock dipped deep inside me, jerked a little, withdrew. He was getting close.

"You way," he agreed darkly.

"Can I...use the cuffs?" I panted, struggling to hold myself still.

His thrusts came a little harder, a little faster. I heard myself start to keen as the orgasm gathered.

"Yes," he breathed. "Whatever you want."

"Loki," I whimpered. "Oh God, oh God!" The pleasure pulsed and rose--and rose, and rose--until I thought I would die.

"Ready?" he asked in a low, melting voice, strained now with his own impending orgasm.

"Yes! Please, oh God, please, make me come!"

He growled with satisfaction and sped his thrusts just a little--just enough to tip me over the edge into a slow, agonizing climax, pleasure rolling up my body in scalding waves.

I screamed raggedly, bucked and bucked, desperate for the extra stimulation. Loki's hand slipped between us. His thumb found my clit and made me whimper-- stroked me once, twice--ratcheted the pleasure up from that slow, rolling burn to a bright explosion.

He rode me hard enough then--but for just a few seconds as he came--that I did feel the bruising, deep inside where he touched my cervix.

A moment later he was lying on top of me in a panting, sweating heap, both of us shuddering and twitching.

"Mmmph," I grunted. "Loki..."

He rolled dutifully to one side, and then onto his back.

Still breathless, limbs watery, I crawled on top and collapsed, cheek on his heaving blue chest.

"I hate it when you do that," I mumbled.

His chuckle was so deep I actually felt it more than heard it.

"You do not," he countered.

'It's like pleasure torture," I said grumpily. "It feels good, but so good I want it to stop."

His hand found my back, slid down to cup my behind. "You should see how you look, though. And your pussy is like a vice when you come that way."

"You really enjoy it that much?"

"I wouldn't agree to let you cuff me if I didn't," he answered wryly.

I sat up, straddling his hips.

Crimson eyes rolled lazily toward me. "Already?"

"You know how this goes," I said, reaching back to unhook my bra and then tossing it away. "You're the one who wound me up."

My inside were still hot from it. Nerve endings buzzing with unrelieved arousal.

Loki conjured the special cuffs he'd made for me--well, for him. They looked like regular handcuffs, but he's used seidr to make them unbreakable, somehow. Loki couldn't be trusted to play helpless if I bound him. He'd broken two pairs of cuffs and several lengths of silk bondage rope since the first time we'd tried it.

"Against the headboard," I ordered softly.

He looked up at me, radiating sexual aggression, dominance. Letting me bind him made him crazy.

But he sat up and scooted back towards the head of the bed with me in his lap, holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance.

He stuck his wrists out dutifully and let me cuff him to the heavy slatted frame. I'd made him spell the headboard, too. He'd broken and repaired this one twice already.

Once I had him cuffed I wasted no time pushing him back so he was half reclined on the pillows with his arms raised above his head. Then I climbed aboard, and even though he wasn't completely hard again yet, I worked his length up inside me, watching his face flicker with lust.

I started riding him immediately--hard and fast. I loved having the freedom to take my pleasure like this. I could bring myself to orgasm two or three times before he climaxed--more if I concentrated on staving him off.

"How many times today?" he asked darkly, watching my breasts as I worked myself on him.

God, he was certainly hard now.

I didn't answer him--I was already close. I put my fingers between my legs and his gaze snapped to my hand. A few seconds later I came, gasping and bouncing in his lap.

"Bloody hell," he cursed softly. "That was fast."

"What's my record?" I panted.

"What?" Lust-glazed red eyes rose to my face.

"How many times before you come? What's my record?"

"Four, I think."

"Before I let you come?"

He nodded, gaze dropping to my sex as I started moving again. "I take it you're going for a new record today."

"We'll see," I breathed, touching his chest with both hands. Watching the muscles in his belly flex.

"I like I when you do the figure eights," he murmured, gate hot on my rolling hips.

"Mmm. You're so hard already." I shifted to get that thick column at just the right angle and Loki's eyes rolled back a little when I started bouncing again.

Oh God, that's it.

"You're getting tighter," he rasped, eyes nearly closed. "Coming again?"

I rode him harder for a few seconds, stiffened and cried out in answer.

"Bella, you'll kill me," he groaned.

I brought myself twice more. Made Loki suck my nipples while I took him. Turned around and rode him the other way, with my back to his chest.

He started thrusting somewhere around my third orgasm, but he held himself back from climax without my assistance, which I thought was very generous of him.

By the fourth time, he looked like a wild animal in bloodlust, crimson gaze slitted, watching me like he would eat me alive.

I rose from his lap and stood straddling his chest.

"Suck me," I said softly.

His expression went so dark it made me shiver. He leaned forward and brought me with his mouth, glaring up at me the whole time.

And when I slumped down across his thighs afterward he growled, "Let me go and I'll fuck you as hard as you ever dreamed I would."

I looked up at his face, and then at his cock. Both were flushed. The latter impossibly stiff. The look in his eyes was so intense--so predatory--that meeting his gaze made my stomach drop. I'd seen him like this before, of course. Right before he started breaking cuffs and headboards to get at me.

"I'll take care of you right now," I said. "Just stay still."

He growled, long and low and wordless. His arms tensed. He yanked on the cuffs and made the whole headboard tremble and creak.

"Loki, don't," I warned.

"Suck me," he demanded, deep and guttural. "Ride me, dammit. I'm going to split this bed in half if you don't make me come soon."

"Okay," I said soothingly, climbing into his lap again. "Like this?"

"Gods, yes," he groaned as I sank down on him. "Do the figure eights."

His eyes fluttered when I obeyed.

"Your breasts," he rasped. "Let me suck them."

I leaned forward obediently and lifted my chest to him, gasping when he bent to take one nipple in his mouth. He sucked so hard it made me whimper and dig my nails into his shoulders.

"Faster," he rasped, switching breasts.

I obeyed, riding him far more roughly that I needed to for my own pleasure, outrageously stimulated my the animal look of pleasure on his face. Touching the ridges on his cheeks while he sucked me and panted against my breasts.

Only Loki could somehow manage to be utterly dominating while chained helpless to the headboard. It might have been amusing, if it wasn't so damned arousing.

I came again just before he did, surprising us both, making him snarl and sink his teeth into my flesh, hips jumping under me, jolting me roughly.

"Don't stop," he growled fiercely. "Don't you dare stop!"

At last, he came, head thrown back, body rigid, blue skin sheened with sweat. He made a sound like nothing I'd ever heard before. Low and ragged, furious. The hairs stood up all over my body. His cock was so big inside me, hot and heavy, jerking wildly.

"Loki," I breathed, when he went limp, slumping back against the pillows, against the headboard.

I rested myself gently against his chest, heart still beating fast. A little frightened, if I was honest. I'd never seen him like that before--never heard him make such ferocious sounds.

It turned me on. But it also scared me. I was sort of worried that I had pushed him too far.

"Loki?" I murmured hesitantly, when his pulse had begun to slow, my cheek resting at the base of his throat.

"Bella," he answered limply.

I lifted my head. "Are you okay?"

Blue lips curved. He looked at me with slitted red eyes. "Fine," he murmured. "Uncuff me, please."

I reached up and set him free. He tumbled me down onto the pillows immediately and folded himself around me with a sigh.

"That was..." I trailed off, looking for an appropriate word.

"Fantastic?" he rumbled drowsily.

"That's one way of putting it."

He shifted against me, lifting his head a little. "You didn't like it?"

"I did. Of course I did. You just...scared me a little there at the end."

I felt his lips in my hair. "You have nothing to fear from me, ever. You know that."

He was right of course. I did know that.

The last of the tension bled away. Loki's breath became soft and even. I felt myself getting drowsy.

"You were magnificent," he murmured, surprising me.

I blinked. "Yeah?"

He was replaying it his mind, drifting towards sleep.

"The way you order me to do things," he mumbled. "So softly. But utterly commanding. Turns my cock to stone."

I smiled, flushing a little. It had taken a lot of effort to be so bold with him in the beginning. I still felt embarrassed sometimes afterward.

"And the way you ride me," he went on, words a little garbled with sleep. "Use me. Gods. Nearly came when you told me to suck you. Weren't even touching my cock."

"Loki..." I said softly.

He made a low humming sound of pleasure. "Love you, Bella. Ought to tell you every day."

I kissed his chest, and then his chin. His eyes were closed, black lashes showing thick against his blue cheeks.

"I love you, too," I said, kissing his mouth very lightly. "So, so much."

[lerry-hazel]

A random fic idea: “Loki”, of all things (the actual not-story )

I’d start with firmly establishing we’re dealing with Avengers1-era Loki:

young, unstable, trying single-handedly to sabotage Thanos’s invasion (since, you know, I like my favourite characters having functioning brain and didn’t appreciate canonical confirmation “that” was his actual plan).  

He’d had to resort to letting Hulk wipe the floor with him, as, damn his thick Jotun scull, no one else had managed to knock him unconscious, and he’s cracking silly jokes because he can’t remember the last time he ate or slept, so everything a little funny.

He’s handcuffed and muzzled, and he understands the need to put on a show for the Midgardians, and it’s not like his oafish brother knows how to activate the actual binding runes, but he’s starting to wonder why Thor had brought Asgardian restraints in the first place.

Some pompous mortal steps in front of them and starts blatantly manipulating Thor into giving up the Tesseract, and Thor is falling for it. Luckily, one of Thor’s mortal friends collapses, thus creating a distraction, but then it starts looking serious, and Loki wonders if he’ll be able to help, since he remembers that one had some kind of machine protecting his heart, but Thor just pushes by, without even asking what to do, and tries to fix delicate technology with his stupid hammer, and suddenly Loki realises his brother doesn’t realise it was all a game and truly believes them to be enemies.

So, when the Tesseract lands at his feet, he doesn’t miss the chance.

Loki lands in the Goby desert and considers what would be the safe vs the responsible thing to do. Just as he’s about to destroy the Tesseract for good, he is attacked by some other weird humans in freaky costumes. Loki lunges for the Tesseract, knowing that (by whatever bullshit explanation canon didn’t bother to provide) while it remains on Earth, Thanos can’t just come and get it. However, he’s, once again, overpowered and starts having a meltdown.

Thus, when he is put on trial and out of context videos suggest he’d sent an assassin after his mother, cut off Thor’s hand etc., he’s ready to accept he’s meant to turn evil and can just as well cease to exist, but one of the agents approaches him and talks him into hunting truly dangerous “variants” instead.

Little by little Loki starts to realise the agent kinda looks familiar, and, once the agent mentions his fascination with archery, it becomes clear why. Loki reads his memories, and sees Hawkeye about to break the mind-controlling Specter in rage.

Further investigation shows all the agents are variants yanked from the moment of time where they were about to destroy an Infinity Stone (cameo of fat Thor and/or golden-haired Sif?). And, once they finally get a chance to meet the “evil” variant face to face, Loki himself appears: huge, blue and fully Jotun.

Jotun-Loki explains he was about to destroy Aether on Svartalfheim, when he was grabbed, put on trial, and shown videos of future him causing Ragnarök and eventually giving the Tesseract to Thanos, so he made the same choice of staying away and working for TWA. But one day he decided to check how his family was doing, and discovered his entire timeline was just gone, so now he is sort of trying to figure out which nexus event might make it reappear (although he’s pretty sure it’s pointless, so it’s mostly just revenge).

Long story short, the two of them (plus unbrainwashed Hawkeye and whoever else you want on the team) decide to figure out what’s the point of the whole conspiracy.

They get to the end of time, past the beast, into the castle, – and find Dr. Strange, weird-eyed and manic.

You see, the Time Stone doesn’t magically give you knowledge of every possible outcome: it just rewinds time. So, simple Maths suggests, if he had spent one minute observing every one of 14,000,605 possible outcomes, it should have taken him close to 27 years. And the one winning plan didn’t even start unfolding until five years had passed. Moreover, different futures don’t spring out randomly, if you want a different result, you need to change something. Hence TVA, dipping into Dark Dimension and feeding unpromising timelines to Dormammu.  

Having considered all the implications carefully, Loki(s) suggest Strange is too clinical in his approach, and why not let a little bit of chaos into his tightly controlled experiment.

Hence the rat that saved them all.

Which, unfortunately, would imply the events of “Avengers: Final” actually make sense, but that’s a problem for another story :-P

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In the unlikely case you wish to comment, please, NO S2 SPOILERS, at least until December.

[mistress-ofmagic]

Around the Realms in 80 days - Chapter 11

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes: I'm still alive and so is this story!! I'm so sorry this has been a long time coming but I hope you can forgive me with my slightly longer than normal chapter! This chapter feels kind of angsty to me. I hope you like it and are still interested!

The sunlight flitted through the tent easily waking you. You groaned and folded the pillow over your head. 

“Wakey Wakey.” You heard Loki’s far too jovial voice from next to you. 

“Are there any eggs and bakey?” You groggily replied. 

Loki was silent for a second, 

“What’s bakey?” 

You snorted and opened your eyes. Somehow in the night you had moved closer towards the middle of the bed, rather than lying on the edge. Loki was, rather disconcertingly, sat up and staring down at you with a puzzled look on his face. 

“What?” You snapped.

Loki narrowed his eyes

“I am going to ignore your impertinence given you are clearly half asleep. You snore by the way.” 

“I do not snore.” You said uncertainly.  

He grinned, “Sure you do. When I came back last night you were already sleeping like a babe and snoring like a boar.” 

It was too early to be dealing with Loki’s…Lokishness. You threw your arm over your eyes to block out the light and mumbled something about lying gods. 

“You should be happy, tomorrow you will be able to return to Midgard.” 

That made you sit up straight and look at him. 

“Tomorrow?” 

He raised an eyebrow,

“We will arrive at the capital tomorrow, Heimdall can return you as soon as we do.” 

You had completely forgotten that returning to Asgard would also mean returning home. For some reason, instead of feeling overjoyed like you assumed you would, you felt sort of…sad? Hollow? Anxious? Your time here had not always been pleasant, but you had got to experience things you thought you never would, and see things very few humans had ever seen. You weren’t sure if you were ready for your little adventure to end just yet. This realisation hit you with surprise. Your time here had been short, but you already felt as though you couldn’t go back to your everyday life on earth. What was magic, intrigue, kidnapping, trolls, princes and excitement in comparison to daily commutes and offices? 

“You seem…displeased. I thought you would have been happy about this?”

The sincerity of Loki’s voice took you by surprise, and you scanned his face for malice and found none. 

“I suppose it just passed me that I would be retuning so quickly. It’s very unlikely I will get to experience anything like this again.” You frowned. 

“You will be able to see your family and friends again. This is a good thing; Asgard in such a time of unrest is no place for a mortal.” He said, quite gently. 

You felt your stomach drop and creased your forehead more. 

“Yeah.” 

Now you knew you were being silly. Getting upset that Loki didn’t want you to stay? Well of course he didn’t. You weren’t even friends. Your actual friends and family would be worried sick and here you are being selfish because you didn’t want to end your unexpected jaunt. 

Still, his words had effected you and made you feel unwanted here. Embarrassingly you felt tears start to grow. 

You stood up quickly from the bed before you did something stupid, like cry. 

“I’m going to get ready.” 

You didn’t even bother telling him to close his eyes before whipping off your shirt and pulling on your clothes that lay over the back of Loki’s chair. Although you didn’t think much of the woman, Yrsa had been kind enough to gift you with a few dresses for your journey. All of them in the typical Asgardian style you had come to realise. You pulled on a lilac, loosely fitted dress and drew it in using the brown belt and your own Dr. Martens you had arrived in. 

“Where are you going?” Loki asked. 

You flicked your eyes up to him. He was still sat up in bed, the green silk sheets wrapped around his middle and bare torso showing. His hair was slightly more unruly than normal, curling more having slept on it all night. He looked so adorably confused that your heart clenched. 

“I’m going to see if there’s any breakfast about.” 

You didn’t make eye contact as you left. Once you were out of the tent, you allowed a few tears to slip down your face. 

“Ugh.” You chastised yourself. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to get comfortable with anyone, now you were going to be upset when you said goodbye. 

You took a deep breath, trying to take in as much of the world as possible before you went back to stuffy offices and being coughed on by other commuters. 

Luckily, Halvor and a few of the other men were up and tucking into some bread. You walked over to them to join them in breaking their fast. 

Halvor greeted you with a smile which you appreciated. Maybe going home was a good thing, it was clear you were never going to fit in here, not by the way most of the men eyed you cautiously. 

You took the bread he offered and tucked in.  As the morning progressed, Fandral spotted you and walked sheepishly over. 

“My Lady, I wish to apologise for last night. I fear I was less than cordial and it was not my intentions to upset you.” 

He offered you his hand and you placed yours in his tentatively. He lightly kissed the back of your hand. 

“I wonder if you could find it in your heart to forgive me.” 

You stopped yourself rolling your eyes. The grandeurs of speech was not something you would miss.

You suddenly felt sad again, reminded of the fact that you would be exposed to these formalities any longer. 

“It’s fine Fandral.” You sighed. 

“You seem a little dispirited this morning Latte.” Volstagg commented, coming up behind you. 

“Of course she is dispirited.” Fandral retorted, “anyone would be if they had spent that long in Loki’s presence.” 

“There is no need to be so disheartened, we return to the capital on the morrow.” Volstagg’s eyes lit up as he continued excitedly.

“You will finally see Asgard in all it’s glory, you will adore it! It is the most grand most spectacular place in existence, truly a sight to behold. I am most looking forward to return.” 

“If I even get to see it before I’m whisked back to earth.” You blurted before you could stop yourself. 

The men looked at you quizzically, 

“I’m sure Thor will allow you to see it before you leave. I would have it no other way in fact. Since it was misfortune that brought you here and misfortune that has been with you during your stay, the least we can do is ensure you get to see what Asgard can truly be.” 

You smiled weakly. 

“You will enjoy Rythja more than the other places I think Latte.” Fandral explained, “it is far friendlier and less stuffy than the places we have visited so far. Rythja is a stopping point for many a traveler, and is well known for its public houses and relaxed nature; there are no differences between princes and peasants in Rythja, for everyone is treated the same.” 

The men grinned at each other and you dreaded to think what else it was well known for. Still, it sounded much more positive than the warnings you had received before visiting Boer or Deill and perhaps it would be a drama free ending to your time here. 

Soon, the party were packed up and ready to leave. Halvor helped you up onto the horse and you tried not to wince as your poor thighs ached. Thor and Loki returned from saying their goodbyes to Gunnvladr, and you were thankful you were not needed. Gunnvladr however, had been rather thankful to the Princes for helping to rid them of the bandits, and apparently the mens help in the field had been appreciated. Perhaps the trip would help the unrest after all. 

You settled back against Halvor and prepared to travel for one of the last times. 

                                                             ***

It was evening and you had made it to Rythja. Thor had spotted one of his favourite drinking establishment and you had all trooped in. 

The pub reminded you of old country ones you might have visited after hikes. It was effectively one very large room, full of wooden tables, benches and chairs, with a long bar north of the room. It was extremely busy and noisy, however unlike previous places you had visited, no one seemed overly bothered that the Princes of Asgard had just waltzed in. There was a large bar-maid with long curly red hair behind the bar and she currently had her work cut out for her drawing drinks for Thor and his men. Despite her impossible task, she remained jovial, laughing at Thor and Volstagg bickering while they stood at the bar. Having been there all of 10 minutes, Fandral had already whisked a blonde haired beauty to a darkened corner of the room.  

You on the other hand, sat staring bitterly out of the grimy window, as you watched a spider crawl slowly down. 

Your bitterness had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Loki was currently grinning from ear to ear, goblet of ale in one and and the other wrapped around the waist of the bar-maid on his lap. 

“…And then he stabbed my neck” Loki regaled some stupid boring story to the woman and she gasped loudly.

“That must have been so awful for you.” 

The bar-maid leaned in and placed a hand on his chest, fluttering her eyelashes. 

You rolled your eyes, hard, and made an audible sound of irritation. Loki heard you and grinned even wider. 

He clutched her hand and held it close to him, sighing heavily.

“It truly was the worst of times. The healers feared I would not speak again.” 

“What a shame that would have been.” You chimed in, unable to help yourself. 

Loki narrowed his eyes at you, while the bar maid looked rather shocked. 

“Indeed. Although, talking is not all my silver tongue is renowned for.” He all but purred. He brought the lady on his lap even closer, however continued to make eye contact with you. 

You felt a flush growing up your neck and tried to ignore it, and the girl on his lap giggled. 

“Gross. On that note I’m leaving to find some better company.” 

You stood up quickly.

“There is no company better than mine.” Loki smirked. 

“An empty chair is better company than you.” You hissed. 

You turned quickly before he could reply and huffed over to join Thor and Volstagg who were stood at the bar drinking and discussing in great detail how the best way to kill a bligespine is. 

“My brother causing you distress my lady?” Thor asked, raising his brows as he noticed your clenched jaw. 

“He is always causing me distress.” You sighed. ““Hey, is there anything here I can actually drink?” You added eyeing up the drinks behind the bar.

“Well you will soon be rid of him when you are returned home tomorrow.” Thor replied cheerily.

You looked back over your shoulder to find him talking about something that was clearly very amusing by the way the bar maid was simpering. Your stomach felt funny.

“Yeah.” You sighed, suddenly feeling tears threatening again. God what was wrong with you?“Can’t wait.” You dragged your eyes away from the couple.

“Anyway, about that drink?” 

Thor laughed heartily, 

“Let’s see…perhaps a small glass of Vanaheim wine will be fine.”

Volstagg snorted, “They always did make their wines as weak as piss.” 

The red-head behind the bar smiled and went to pour you one. As you waited, Volstagg and Thor went back to their previous conversation.

“Here you are love.” 

You suddenly realised she was the first Asgardian not to question the fact you were from Earth. 

“Are you not surprised that I’m a mortal?” You asked, taking a sip of the wine. 

It was delicious. Like nothing else you had tasted. You weren’t sure how to describe the taste, it was more of an emotional feeling, like summer days spent in the garden with your family, trips to the sea-side and long bike rides. You sighed happily. 

“Is it to your liking Miss?” The bar-maid asked. 

“It’s amazing! I could drink this all day!” 

She smiled,

“I’m glad. Truth be told Miss, we get all sorts around here. We have one regular customer, who I’m fairly sure is a dark elf from Svartalfheim ‘he comes weekly, dressed head to toe in black, drinks three Mermaid tails and leaves.” 

“Mermaid Tails?” 

“Oh, not real ones of course. It’s the name of a drink, a concoction of spirit mixed with juice taken from oranges and berries.”

You chortled, “Basically a sex on the beach then.”

This time it was the bar maids time to laugh, taken by surprise. 

“That’s what we call that cocktail on Earth!” You explained, giggling along with her and drinking more of your delicious drink. 

The drink went down rather fast.

“Can I have another please?” You asked. 

The redhead looked at Thor for guidance, but he was far too engrossed in his conversation to pay you any heed.

“I’m not sure…” She frowned. 

“It’s fine, I’m fully grown, I don’t even feel that drunk I’m sure I can manage another.” 

Her face cleared.

“Of course” 

As she handed you your second drink she continued. 

“We ‘ad another customer in earlier this week. ‘e was dressed completely in black too, and a mask covering his face. It’s not too uncommon that someone would hide their face around ‘ere. Except his eyes were red. Normally only Jotuns have red eyes, and he wasn’t the right height for one… excuse me.”

The bar-maid stepped away for a bit to attend to some customers and you tried to focus your brain to remember why the red eye thing was significant. You were sure that it was important, but you couldn’t remember why. Someone had mentioned something about red eyes before hadn’t they? Who had said that again?

You decided it probably didn’t matter. You were feeling floaty and soft. When the bar-maid came back, she refilled your drink. 

“Anyway, as I was saying ‘e probably wasn’t a Jotun but I can’t think who else would have red eyes. ‘e only stayed to drink a pint of ale and left.”

“Jotun?” You hiccuped

“Frost Giants.” 

“Frost Giants?” You chimed, your voice increasing as you hiccuped. 

“The people who inhabit Jotuunheim. You don’t seem many of em about half of em was destroyed when…”

“My, isn’t this a fun conversation.” Loki’s silky voice appeared from behind you. 

The bar-maid raised a brow.  “Did you want something Prince Loki?” She asked, with un-cruel amusement dancing in her eyes.  

You laughed loudly. It was unusual to see someone who wasn’t of nobility speaking to Loki so directly and that fact was absolutely hilarious to you. You continued facing your body towards the bar but tipped your head back so you could see him.

“You look funny upside down.” You giggled. 

“I was simply coming over to see why the midgarian was being so loud. But now I can see she is completely inebriated.” 

“You’re a knee…a knee…a knee grated.” 

“Oh?.” Loki stared at you with a mixture of mirth and exasperation. 

You noticed the bar maid left again to speak to some customers as you span round to face him directly very quickly, making you loose your balance. Loki reached and and caught you, holding your shoulders in place until you stopped wobbling. 

“Hey, get off me.” You tried to push at his arms. 

“For Norns sake woman I’m trying to stop you from falling.” He rolled his eyes, “What in the nine realms have you been drinking.’ He murmured. 

Loki picked up your glass on the bar and took a sip. His face seemed to get even paler and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Before you could blink he had span round and pinned Thor against the bar with a knife at his throat. 

“What?” Thor spluttered, turning around. 

“You let her drink the Vanir’s wine of Eden?” His voice was calm but deadly

“It’s fine Loki, the Vanir’s wine are notoriously weak.”

“For an Asgaridan you half-wit. It may be weak but mortals were not designed to consume drinks with unknown psychotropic properties.”

“The wine does kind of taste like feelings.” You hiccuped again. “I feel like I’m on a little cloud.”

You giggled at them. 

“You idiot” Loki hissed, “Why must I be cursed with an oaf for a brother.”

“Hey can I have another drink?” You asked.

“No.” The Princes echoed sharply. 

You pouted “fine…god I was only asking.” You murmured, wondering off to find a seat, you were suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. You thought you announced this, although you weren’t completely sure. 

Finding a nearby table you sat down on the bench, ignoring the few people already sat there. One of the customers sat at the table already looked at you strangely and greeted you. 

“Hi?”

“Hello!” You gave him a dazzling smile “I’m from Earth.” 

You could hear Loki from behind you, you realised he must have followed you over.

“Ha ha! Let’s get out of here shall we?” He said your name warningly.

“Trying to take me home?” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

As the men at the table laughed, Loki rolled his eyes and put out his hand to help you up.

“C’mon, let's get back to the tent.” He murmured as you stood up, leaning on him for balance.

You winked at your new audience,

“I’m irresistible” 

“You’re annoying is what you are.” Loki muttered as the men around the chuckled.

“Hey!” 

Loki held you by the elbow and helped you walk out at a brisker pace than you would have liked. 

“Can we slow down my head hurts?” You whined as you reached the door of the pub.

Loki sighed heavily, but opened the door for you and set off at a slower pace.

The colder air hit as you walked out of the tavern, leaving the noise behind. The tavern opposite was in the process of throwing one of its drunker members out onto the street which made you giggle. Loki looked down at you and smiled too. You looked up into the quickly darkening sky, and stared at the beautiful stars and moons as they started to appear. 

You were going to miss this sight.

Loki kept hold of your arm as you looked up. 

“Much prettier than Midgard isn’t it?” He smirked at you.

You frowned and sighed, but didn’t answer. He was right of course, it was a fantastic view and one you would never see again. 

Loki pushed you gently to keep walking with him through the cobbled street and back to where the men were camping. It was strange, but you found your mood starting to dip quite drastically, and your memory of why you were upset was coming back. The floaty fuzzy feeling was still there but it felt heavier and it felt as though your heart was sinking. You started frowning harder and pouting again. Loki cleared his throat, 

“I noticed… you seem to have have been a little… down at points during the day.”

“Oh you noticed that huh?” You muttered. Under normal circumstances you probably would have been more careful of your tone, but you were drunk and sad.

Loki glared down at you.

“Your extreme brooding was unmissable.” 

“You would know being the king of extreme brooding.”

“I am not the king of…extreme brooding.” 

“Nice retort.” You snapped back.

Loki made a sound of indignation “Oh okay, I see.” 

You snorted “Hm.”

“You’re upset that Fandral was fraternising with a beauty in the tavern.” 

“Fraternising?” You snorted “I like your funny words magic man.”

“What?” Loki’s brow furrowed adorably again like he had that morning. 

“You look kind of cute when you’re confused.” You informed him. 

Loki’s eyes widened comically large and he blinked at you. 

You giggled “exactly like that.”

“I am the future King of Asgard, I am not…cute.” He sniffed.

You snorted “okay whatever you say.”

“So you were not upset about Fandral -“

“Fraternising? No why would I be upset about that.” You yawned. 

“I just assumed that was the source of your distress, you seemed upset when I mentioned you were leaving and you went to find Fandral and then tonight when he was with someone you seemed low again.”

This time it was your turn to stop and stare at him. 

“It’s not unusual for woman to find Fandral attractive but you should know…”

“Let me stop you there before I hear any unsolicited advice. I did not go out to find Fandral this morning. I’m not upset that - “

You tried to find your words while you started to get choked up.

“I will miss this place when I go tomorrow. I will miss seeing new things and learning more about the universe I live in, the new animals and creatures. I will miss the adventure, not knowing what my life will be like day to day. I will miss the people I have met and I mourn for the people I will never get to meet and the experiences I will never get to have.” 

You took a deep breath.

“I know how stupid I’m being and how no one really wants me here but I’m still going to miss it. I don’t know how to go back to my normal life now I’ve seen everything here, I don’t want to have to  but I also know I’m being selfish to my poor family who are probably worried to death. It’s.. do you know what it actually doesn’t matter.” You sighed running out of momentum.  

Loki frowned slightly before saying as though with some difficulty,

“You are not unwanted here.”

You snorted, 

“Sure I am, you most of all do not wish me to be here you basically said so yourself this morning.” You scrunched your face up, “It doesn’t matter I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” 

You tried to take your arm out of Loki’s grasp so you could storm forward but he didn’t let you and ignored your noises of frustration. He continued frowning as if in thought but didn’t push you further. You quickly arrived back at the tent and pushed yourself forward and stumbled into the tent and flopped onto the bed. 

“I don’t feel well.” You complained. 

“I’m not surprised, Thor should not have given you any wine.” He mumbled, as he started to take off his shirt. 

“Did we not talk about this like a thousand times? Can you not get undressed in front of me?” You groaned. 

“And I have told you that as this is my tent, I will undress where I like.” 

You blew a raspberry at him as he continued to take his shirt off, giving you a glimpse of his chest. You felt a weird feeling in your stomach and you decided it was probably the alcohol.

You pulled the covers over your head and sunk down into the mattress. Soon you felt the bed dip next to you as Loki joined you. You moved the covers down slightly past your eyes so you could see what he was up to. Loki was, as usual,  staring up at the ceiling.

“I’ve put some water next to your side.” He said, without looking at you. 

Things felt weirdly awkward between you and in the midst of your hazy state, you couldn’t quite tell why.

You cleared your throat. 

“Thank you.” 

He nodded and continued to look up. After a few uneasy moments Loki clicked his fingers and turned the lights off. You rolled over onto your own back and joined him in staring at the ceiling.

You lay awake for a long time, listening to the sound of the men returning in the early hours and counting Loki’s breaths beside you.

Maybe it was the remaining drunken boldness, the dark cover of night or the knowledge that this would be your last night here, but you whispered,

“I will miss you.” 

The darkness seemed to be a vacuum in which your words disappeared.

You did not get a response. 

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❅ Series ❅

Classified (complete) ❅

Being responsible for all the TVA archives is an important job but sometimes the lack of adventure makes you bored. When you come in contact with a new variant the drama might make its way to your peaceful archives.

❅ Oneshots ❅

Cruel Timing

At the TVA, Loki is surprised to see you having a huge role in his future, not only in his past as he once thought. (Set into Loki's first episode).

Silly Wooden Box ❅

You thought moving in with Loki would be easier. Turns out he is quite judgy of your belongings.

Out Of The Window

Loki always blocked everyone out and he was fine living like that. Then you appeared in his way and decided to throw his rules out of the window.

Love Again

You swore you’d never love again then met him five minutes later. Feelings just don't work that way.

Refuge ❅

After so much you both endured in this very long existence, all you need is a refuge. (eternal!Reader)

Traditional 🎄

Loki finds out some midgardian traditions that he had no idea about, and he likes it very much.

Turning Point

Shouting and arguing with him was as natural as breathing after all those years, but the solemn silence was different, so different.

Crumpled Words ❅

Those words were all he had from you, and he’d keep them safe and locked away in the darkness.

❅ Blurbs ❅

Sunrise ❅

You’re feeling sad during one of the many asgardian balls and someone takes the mission to cheer you up.

An Average Chef Is The Greatest Teacher

You’re trying to teach Loki, someone who never needed to cook in his life, how to bake a cake.

Who Needs Electricity? ❅

When the power goes out, Loki learns about your fear of the dark and uses a few tricks to make it better.

Stay Here With Me (fictober 21)

All Loki ever needed to calm down was you.

Lemon Pie (fictober 21)

Loki always had a way to predict the climate, maybe it was something about Thor and thunders. But he wasn't going to stand in the way to your lemon pie.

Restless (fictober 21)

College was intense, combined with trying to make your small rock band survive made it even harder. But you and Loki made it work. (college!Loki)

Beginning (fictober 21) ❅

It was just the beginning, wasn’t it?

Ambient Analysis (fictober 21) ❅

You like Loki, Loki doesn’t like you. At least that’s what a little bird told you.

Not The Alcohol (fictober 21)

Loki doesn’t drink too much, at least not often. But when he does it can lead to some… extra loving situations.

Unkind (fictober 21) ❅

Loki was always joking about you being one silly mortal until one day he wasn’t.

Honestly Mischievous (fictober 21)

You’re not a bad loser, Loki just wasn’t an honest player.

Everything (fictober 21) ❅

Loki would take you to the moon — he actually could do it — if it meant you’d hold his hand like that.

First Missions and Confident Plans (fictober 21)

Loki would be having a hard time working with the Avengers and their stupid plans. But sometimes they worked.

Under The Moonlight (fictober 21) ❅

Surviving an apocalypse always leaves a wreckage behind, something you can’t just sweep under the rug.

Tough Human (fictober 21)

You hated seeing him leave, so you decided you’d go with him.

Are we doing this right? 🎄

Two nearly immortal beings against a Christmas tree and it’s decorations. The winner is always a surprise. (eternal!Reader)

Breathless ❅

He’d make you breathless just in order to find his air.

A Promise Sealed With Light ❅

It was news to him, having someone around that came up with such things as plans for the future.

Freezing (400 celebration)

“Love? Are you okay?” The worry in Loki’s voice made you realize he might’ve asked you that a few times. “Just a bit cold.” You said, snuggling against his side.

00:00 (400 celebration)

In some days Loki would learn that the moment the timer reached zero was the moment you welcomed him to your safe place.

Just A Scratch

Sometimes you forgot Loki was a god.

Distracting

He was always so distracting you couldn’t help it.

Would you kiss me if I asked you? ❅

How could you convince Loki you meant every drunk word you said to him?

Never Let You Go

The third night was terrifying. For both of you.

Refreshment

There were two sides to your love and you made sure to enjoy both of them.

No Matter What

“No matter what.” In your voice it sounded like a promise. “No matter what.” In his, it sounded like a fact.

A Love Once Meant For Eternity

You wished you could go back to the day you met just to leave him be.

I Can't Have It Any Other Way

He only wanted to know if you were going to stay.

Versatile (fictober 22)

At first it was all abou weapon choosing, in the end it wasn’t so much about that.

Tiny Little Mortals

A bad day with Loki's antics was always a surprise.

One hug, just one hug

How do you ask for one hug, just one hug from a loved one without sounding pathetic?

[inanimatetffantasies]

Hello. Never really asked something before but is it possible to do another Thor but can I be the armpits mentioned in the boot story. Or a jock’s jock? Is this how the asking works?

The mighty Thor boomed with glee as he stomped along the cold floor in his dirty boots, chuckling to himself as he went to his personal chambers to relax after a fine day of ruling over his planets on his pet planet Earth. Thor grinned as he whiffed the thick Asgardian musk from his godly armpits.

He entered his room, and lay down on his huge bed, very well possible the comfiest bed on the entire planet, it was made from those pesky guardians of the galaxy that tried to stage a coup at the start of his reign. A bed of fine sheets, pillows and wood that suffered his snores, drool, farts and sweat all night long, and even some cum when Thor found a nice solider to fuck, with a slave as a helpless condom of course. Not that gods need contraception, but the use of a slave being filled with his angelic seed is a nice little extra when a god is fucking a Asgardians silly. Of course the slave is returned to human, unless they were a bad slave, then its just the bin for them.

As Thor lay naked on his star lord bedsheet, he decided he was bored and as the stench of Asgardian musk filled his room, he smiled and snapped his fingers. Instantly a slave was teleported in a flash od cosmic life to Thor's bedside. Thor yawned, which shook the building and pointed at his huge pit. The slave understood and got to work, pressing his face into the godly pit, the hair matted from a few days of unwashed sweat. Thor hummed contently enjoying the feeling of worship, it never got old.

"One thing about you little ants that I must commend you for" Thor spoke groggily "You make for exceptional piggy's, worshipping your overlord's stench with much relish." The slave was too deeply focused to respond, it was clear this slave was more then just worshipping, he was loving it, which not only pleased the Asgardian but impressed him.

"You are aware that that stink of a god and all those hairs are the result of former ants that pleased me, yes?" The slave grunted, almost drunk on the salty sweat and cheesy aroma, his cock hard and firm as possible. "Exceptional" Thor whispered.

Thor gently put his huge palm on his slave, winked at him deviously and slammed his slaves head into his moist, stinking pit, laughing as the slave was slowly absorbed into it, growing thinner and smaller until it was just another hair on Thor's godly armpit.

It's sense were overloaded with the musk and heat and humidity, and before its vision faded, it saw tiny, tiny slaves rubbing and drinking sweat. Thor had minuscule slaves serving his pet, replacing the bacteria that would normally be on a armpit, turned into mindless slaves that create his musk. After that, the new hair settled into its new life.

Thor grinned, scratched his pits happily, sniffed his fingers, let put a massive earth shaking fart and fell into peaceful sleep. It was fucking glorious being a god!