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reigningqueenofwords · 3 months ago

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12 Years

Pairing: Thor x Reader Word count: 8,771

Your eyes were wide as you stood on the bridge next to Kirk and Spock. “What is this place?” Your eyes didn’t know where to look, scanning the beautiful city.

“Asgard.” Spock explained. “Only few have ever seen it outside their people.”

“Looks...royalish?” Kirk said. “Wait, how’d you know what this is?” He looked over at him.

“I had read it once when searching up a super human DNA string. Apparently one of the men from this world had been on Earth many years ago. Enough to be documented.” Spock explained. “I am curious to see if he would still be alive here.” He mused.

“So they’re human?” You asked.

“Not quite.” Spock said simply, both you and Kirk waiting for an explanation. “I believe you would call them Gods.”

“Whoa.” You said, eyeing the place as you began to land.

“Hopefully nice Gods.” Kirk said. “Alright, all officers are to follow me.” He said a bit louder. “We’re going to make contact.”

You were excited, loving meeting new people, or creatures. You didn’t care what they called themselves, you always wanted to make friends. Why was this never mentioned in Starfleet? You knew just about every planet.

“Stay close.” Kirk said once everyone was on the ground.

“Who goes there?” Heimdall spoke out loud.

“Captain James Kirk of the Enterprise.” He spoke up.

“Are you in need of help?” Heimdall walked up. “Or are you a threat?” He asked simply. He stood tall, his shoulders back, a stern look on his face.

“We are exploring.” Kirk told him. “These are my crew members.” He motioned around you. “We travel across space searching for threats and individuals who need help.”

“We happened to find you by mere accident.” Spock provided.

“That does not happen often.” Heimdall narrowed his eyes. “I will call upon our King.” He informed them. “Follow me.”

Kirk nodded and led the way. You stayed close to Uhura and Bones since you were basically a mix of them in terms of skills. You kept looking around, in awe of your surroundings. “It’s beautiful here.” You said to Uhura.

She nodded. “It feels very wealthy.” She told you. It was a bit of travel but soon you were walking into a massive building, your footsteps echoing. “Ever feel underdressed?” She chuckled.

You giggled. “This takes the cake.” You agreed.

“Heimdall! You’ve brought guests.” An excited, yet loud, voice boomed.

“Why do they look so...human?” Another said. “Midgardians?” They raised an eyebrow. “I have not seen one in many years.”

You stared at the large blonde and his companion with dark hair. Kirk urged you and Uhura to step up with him. “We are from Earth.” He announced. “I am Captain James Kirk of the Enterprise. These are my two communications officers- Y/N Y/L/N and Nyota Uhura.”

“Wonderful. I am Thor and this is my brother Loki. Our father is King of Asgard, but the title is being transferred to me.” Thor said with a big smile. “I enjoy visitors.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “What are you doing here?” He asked Kirk. It was clear that he was beyond annoyed with your presence.

“We arrived here by accident.” Kirk told him honestly. “We never knew this place existed.”

“Accident? Is that possible?” Thor asked Heimdall.

“They appear to be quite advanced.” Heimdall nodded. “Their machinery is quite magnificent.” He said, making Kirk grin proudly. “What shall we do with them, sir?”

“Make them feel welcome, of course.” Thor spoke. “I was always a fan of Midgardians. Is this your entire crew?” He asked Kirk. “We have plenty of room if you wish to stay.”

“They’re spies, brother.” Loki hissed.

Thor raised an eyebrow at him, reminding you a tad of Bones. “Spies? And what could they possibly be spying on us for?” He asked him.

“Might be a distraction from an enemy.” Loki shrugged.

“With all due respect, Loki, sir. We only wish to explore. If you want us to leave, we leave.” Kirk said. “But I know my crew would love to learn about your culture.”

Thor looked over you all, his eyes landing on you as his brother thought it over. You blushed slightly, and looked to Kirk to gauge his reaction to everything. He seemed cool and collected so you looked at Bones who was frowning at the man called Loki.

“Fine. But I’m not cleaning up any messes they cause.” His distaste for humans was evident. He was nearly seething. “They’re your pets, brother.” He pointed at him.

“Sure.” Thor nodded. “I hope we can be friends!” He said to you all, reminding you of a large puppy. He had a large grin on his face. “Were there others? Shall we fetch them?” You realized no one had answered if this was the entire crew.

“Yes, there’s a lot of us actually.” Kirk grinned back. “We’re all nice.” He said with a chuckle. “Most usually stay on the ship during missions, so this will be new for them.” He explained.

Once Thor had people show you all around, he had a feast set up for the crew as a welcome. You were looking forward to it. You were all allowed to dress down slightly but you still had your specific colors on. This was so unlike anything you’d ever been to before. It was wonderful.

“Hope the feast is alright.” Thor spoke to you while you were waiting to be served. “It has been some time since we served Midgardians.” He noted.

You figured by now he meant humans. “It’s wonderful. Way over the top than we’re used to.” You smiled. “Although I think Kirk is fitting in just fine.” You chuckled as he was flirting with some very attractive woman.

He chuckled. “I am glad. You have a nice Captain.” He nodded, not hiding as he looked over your features. When you looked over and noticed, you blushed lightly. “What is your...rank?” He thought about his word usage. “Is that the correct word?”

“I think so.” You smiled. “I’m an officer so I’m under Kirk and the chief officers.”

He hummed. “And you are...a doctor?” He couldn’t tell.

“I’m mainly a communications officer, but I can also work as a doctor.” You told him. “It comes in handy.”

He smiled. “You are very intelligent.” He noted. “And beautiful.” He added easily.

“Oh, thank you.” You said shyly, glancing over when you saw Bones coming over. Looking like...Bones. “Awe, is this too much fun for you?” You teased him. “This is our chief medical officer, Dr. McCoy. Or Bones to Kirk.” You introduced him to Thor.

“An expert.” Thor offered his hand. “Hello, Doctor. Is there anything you need? A stronger drink?” He eyed him slightly. He seemed tense.

Bones sighed, shaking his head, hands on his hips. “No, thank you. I prefer to keep a level head. Especially in new places.” He told him. “I figured Y/N/N would, too. Keep an eye on Jim and all that.” He shook his head as he heard his best friend’s laughter. “Damn it, Jim.”

“It’s quite alright. The women don’t see human men often.” Thor assured. “Are all the officers close?” He asked you, motioning to Bones.

You nudged Bones. “I like to pester him.” You admitted. “I tell him he needs to have more fun.”

Bones shook his head. “Fun is not in my vocabulary.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned at Thor. “He’s not wrong. Not like I haven’t been trying for the last like 4 years.” You sighed dramatically.

“Oh...you have been acquainted that long?” He rubbed his beard. Honestly, he was trying to figure out the relationship between the pair of you without asking.

“She’s been on board that long.” Bones nodded. “The best assistant I’ve had.”

You smacked his arm. “I’m not an assistant.” You smacked him again as he smirked. “Rude.” You shot him a playful glare. “Don’t make me ask Kirk to make you my assistant when we get back on board. I will so boss you around.” You smirked.

Thor really felt you both were flirting and hummed.

“You wouldn’t survive a day with my complaints.” Bones chuckled. “You’d be back on deck with the others in no time.”

“True.” You sighed dramatically. “Kirk is right, you need to get laid. Thor, do you have any single friends?” You giggled as he wasn’t really paying attention to you, but eyeing Bones. “Thor?” You spoke up a bit. “You okay?”

“Yes.” He looked at you quickly. “I apologize.” He blinked. “What did you need?”

You chuckled. “Do you have any single friends?”

“Ah, yes. Many women and men have not found their life partners yet.” He motioned around. Were you asking for yourself? “Do you have a preference?”

You looked at Bones. “I think he likes smart and can hold a conversation. Right?” You wanted to verify. Bones sighed and nodded.

Thor nodded. “Would you prefer male or female? I know a few that have no preferences, and we are very open to having more than one partner at a time.” He felt you were asking for the both of you.

“Oh. No, I prefer monogamy.” Bones said gently. “Even if it is a one time only thing.” He added. “And I prefer women, thank you.” He knew you wouldn’t let up at this.

You snickered slightly. “It’ll do you good.” You told him.

Thor hummed again. “I have a few women in mind then. And what do you prefer?” He eyed you.

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you.” You said shyly.

Thor nodded, figuring you were spoken for then. “Come, Doctor. I will introduce you.” He said happily. You patted your friends back before focusing back on the evening festivities. You truly hoped he was able to relax for the night. He worked so hard. Daily. You were sure a number of crew members would be relaxing that night and you were happy for them. You chuckled as Kirk was being very animated in how he was telling a story to a beautiful blonde. She was in awe, so you knew his charm was working.

You explored the hall you were in while you ate a bowl of some dessert and soon found yourself outside in the garden area. It was growing dark yet remained beautiful. Finding a spot under a tree, you got comfortable. You focused on your dessert while also looking at the sky. “Enjoying the view?” Came a deep voice.

You swallowed your bite and nodded. “I am.” You looked up. “It’s gorgeous here.” When he motioned if you could sit by you, you nodded. “I’m surprised you aren’t still at the feast.” You mused. “You seemed popular.”

He chuckled. “I have to admit, I noticed when you were gone.” He smiled. “Wanted to check you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I am.” You blushed. “Thank you.” You smiled. “Although I can tell your brother was not. He looked like a child at another birthday party, and he wanted the toys.”

Thor laughed, the sound loud but warm. “That perfectly describes him in almost all situations.” He agreed. “For a trickster, he can be quite serious, but it also comes with him being distrustful.”

“Mm. I know what you mean.” You nodded, setting your bowl to the side. “I can’t really blame him about a ship full of strangers coming out of nowhere, though.” You shrugged. “Pretty sure we’d be on guard on Earth, too.”

“Ah yes, I am sure.” He agreed. “Earth has come a long way.” He noted. “It has been many many years since I have visited. Those I cared about have long since passed.”

You looked at him softly. “I’m sorry.” You knew of other immortals and knew they had gone through similar things when they met non-immortals. “You look so young.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood a tad. “Not a day over fifty.” You teased.

“Only fifty?” He laughed again. “Is it my beard?” He joked. “Or perhaps I need a trim on my hair?” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I did have rather short hair like your captain at one point.”

You gasped. “You would look handsome either way.” You found yourself reaching up for his hair then thought twice about what you were doing. You put your hand in your lap. “But it is hard to picture you without longer hair.”

“It is quite alright to touch.” He smirked as you blushed. “It is much easier to keep it long for some reason.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I had a couple ‘enhanced’ friends on Earth, one who kept his hair like mine. He cut it once, as well, and like me...grew it back out. Perhaps it’s simply what we are used to?”

You nodded. “It seems to be a common thing among noblemen. Enhanced friends?” You weren’t sure what he meant by that.

He thought about how to explain it. “Well, when I met them, they were nearly 100 or so, and yet looked very young.” He started.

You widened your eyes. “Wow. I think Spock might’ve heard about them. He’s the fancy one with biology.” You explained. “He was the one who knew the name of Asgard when we got here. Wait, he mentioned super human DNA. Maybe those were your friends?”

He nodded. “Very possible. They were the two most known super humans.” He noted. “I always wondered what happened to my Earth family.”

“I mean, I don’t know how much we’d be able to find on the Enterprise, but maybe I can ask Kirk if we can look?” You offered.

“If you wish.” He smiled. “No worries if it cannot happen.” He had mourned them a long time ago. “I am interested in you…” He said suddenly. He looked out to the sky, surprised at himself. He really had to work on his self control with his mouth. Hopefully you didn’t run off now.

You stared at him for a moment. “You barely know me.” You tilted your head. “What interests you?”

“You’re very bright. You didn’t have a look of distaste when you arrived. You smiled when you saw our palace…” It was simple enough for him. “You seemed interested in more than just your crew, which is something I learned is not common with many Midgardians.”

You blushed further but smiled. “That’s nice of you.” You said softly. “It looks like something from a fairytale here.”

He smiled at your tone. “I’m glad you enjoy the view.”

The pair of you let the silence take over, as it wasn’t uncomfortable. You both watched the city. Letting out a small yawn, you chuckled. “I think I should head to bed.”

“May I walk you?” He stood and offered his hand.

You shyly took it. “I’d like that, thank you.”

He rubbed your knuckles and smiled as you stood. “Wonderful.” He led you towards your room.

The next morning, it took you a bit to find where to eat breakfast, but when you did you went to sit with the others. “So, Spock, that superhuman DNA you found may be friends of Thor’s.” You told him. “I was hoping to try to find out information on them on the Enterprise?”

Spock nodded. “Of course. It will be interesting to see if there were any updates.” He agreed. “Do you have any more information on them?”

“Not much, no. Just that there were two.” You explained. “That they were like 100 when he knew them and they looked younger.” You shrugged. “We can always ask him.”

Spock nodded. “We can research and bring him along.” It was fascinating to him. “I am curious myself about these men.”

Thor eyed the ship curiously. “Many buttons.” He noted. “Reminds me of Stark Tower in many ways.”

“Mm. I recall that name as well.” Spock noted, pulling up a screen and doing his work.

Thor looked at you and smiled. “Thank you for requesting this for me. Stark had a little girl, I always wondered what became of her. I wondered if Barnes ever got the happiness he deserved, of Rogers and Miss Carter we’re happy.” While he had been displeased with Steve’s choice to go back in time, he could understand why.

Spock quickly typed in the names. “I was able to find Mr. Barnes. It appears he still works for what used to be the original Stark Tower.” He explained. “Next to a Stark. I assume a descendant of this daughter you mentioned.” He showed Thor. His blue eyes went wide. “Mr. Rogers is still alive, as well.” He went on. “Though, he continues to live his life apart from fighting.” He explained. “Mr. Barnes seems to have had a son, who lives in another country. Mr. Rogers had a few children- three girls and a boy. They all seemed close, and he remains close to his descendants.”

“Wow.” Thor eyed the screen of the information. “I assume I cannot contact them?” He asked, looking at Spock.

Spock stayed quiet as he typed some things. “I found the contact for Mr. Barnes at his work. Would you like me to try a call?”

“It would be face to face.” You added.

Thor didn’t hesitate. “Please.” He breathed.

Bucky was training some new recruits, thinking they were a good batch, when he was alerted to an incoming call. While Steve didn’t fight, they did keep in touch, so he assumed it was him. “As Stevie if I can call him back.”

“The caller is a Thor.”

Bucky froze. “Sorry, what?” He wasn’t sure he’d heard that right. That was a name that he hadn’t heard in a long time. At least not outside of reminiscing with Steve or in passing with recruits. “Did you say Thor ?”

“Yes, sir. The Enterprise has verified his identity.”

“Kirk’s?” He knew of the Captain. He furrowed his brows. “Uh, you guys can go relax for now.” He told the recruits. “Give me a second to get to a conference room.” How the hell did they know each other?!

Once he got to a quiet room, he ran a hand through his hair and sat down. He looked shocked but thrilled when Thor’s face filled the screen. “Holy shit. Thor!” There was a huge grin on his face as he teared up.

“Barnes!” Thor chuckled, looking just as thrilled. “You look so well!” He told him. “I was not hoping to speak to you today when they said they could tell me what happened to you!”

Bucky beamed. “I didn’t know you were friends with Kirk and his guys...and dames.” He spotted you.

“We just met Thor but I had done previous research on you and your friend, Mr. Rogers in school. He had mentioned superhuman friends and we made the connection.” Spock provided. “We will leave you both be for privacy.” He motioned to you and soon it was just Thor again.

He watched them go. “I always wondered what became of the mighty Thor.”

“The same. Ruling Asgard.” He smiled. “And you? Tell me everything! I wish I could hug you.” He spoke honestly. “Tell me of your boy!”

“I would love to.” Bucky chuckled, diving into his life. He couldn’t wait to call Steve and tell him about talking to Thor! He wished his old friend was there to visit. “Can you still use the rainbow bridge? Or no, and that’s why you’ve been gone?”

“It is dormant as of recent.” He nodded. “Heimdall guards the area but it is difficult to get out. The Enterprise seemed to have no problem.” He noted. “Perhaps I shall tag along until they return to earth.” He mused.

“Really?” Bucky brightened. “I know Steve and I would love that. Everyone still raves about you here in the tower.” He chuckled. “You wouldn’t mind being away from Asgard?”

“Not if it means seeing my old friends.” He grinned. “My Midgardian family!”

“Let me know if they let you come.” Bucky grinned back, unable to stop smiling. “We’ll get Steve and his family here for it. Do you have a family?” He always saw Thor with a large family.

Thor shook his head. “Alas, I do not.”

Bucky looked a bit surprised but nodded. “I get it.” He said gently. “Tell me about what you’ve been up to!”

Thor went looking for you and the others after his talk with Bucky. He found you and Spock and thanked you both over and over. Kirk and Uhura were also there and grinned at the excited man. “We’re happy for you, buddy.” Kirk nodded. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling after all these years.”

“The happiest I’ve been in a long time.” Thor nodded. “And I wish to accompany you back to Midgard.” He announced. “If you have the space.”

Kirk raised his eyebrows. “I mean…” He thought it over. “We won’t be back there for about a year? Maybe longer? And how would you get back ?” He asked. sked.

Thor shrugged. “I would figure it out.” He said simply. “If you do not agree, I will not argue.”

Kirk rubbed his chin. “I mean, you could be useful.” He mused. “Can I discuss this with my officers and get back to you?” This was not something to be decided rashly.

“Of course!” Thor beamed. “You are all welcome as long as this discussion takes.” He assured you. “Shall I plan another feast for this evening?” It was hard to deny that Asgardians loved their feasts.

“It doesn’t have to be as big.” You giggled. “Really.” You shook your head. “That was very lavish.” Which was true, and you honestly felt it was a bit much for something as simple as your crew.

“Nonsense.” He shook his head. “You work very hard, away from friends and family! You deserve it.” That just made sense to him. He did the same for his Midgardian family when he had been able to see them.

“You’re sweet.” You smiled.

“Very generous.” Uhura smiled as well. “I’m sure that our Captain wouldn’t argue. He seemed to like the attention.” She chuckled. “I know that McCoy would, though.” She playfully rolled her eyes at you, making you laugh.

“Ah, yes. I hope he got laid as you say.” He grinned. “I introduced him to a lovely lady who works for my family.” He told you.

You and Uhura giggled. “Good. I hope so, too.” You agreed.

“Same.” Kirk nodded, Spock just watching everyone in his usual manner. “He needs it. Dr. Stick up his ass at times.” He chuckled. “Alright, I know Y/N is dying to learn more about Asgard. While I talk to the others, Thor, can you give her a tour? I can hear her brain from over here.” He teased you. “I’d send Spock, too, but I know he’s just dying to logic me.”

You blushed but nodded. “He’s right.” Spock nodding once in agreement. “I tend to be the voice of reason. Y/L/N, I expect you to tell me everything.”

“Deal.” You smiled widely, eager to spend more time with Thor and to learn. “Anything specific you want me to learn about for you?” You asked.

“Biology.” He nodded. He didn’t even hesitate on that. His gaze went to Kirk, eyebrow raised, when the Captain giggled like a 12 year old.

“I already learned some of that.” Kirk smirked.

“Do tell, Captain.” Spock challenged, making you groan. You hung your head, letting out a small sigh. “I am quite curious.” That made Kirk laugh even harder, confusing Leonard when he walked in.

“Who broke Jim?” He asked.

“I believe your smart friend here.” Thor smirked. “Mr. Spock, you are quite interesting.” He complimented him. “I would enjoy talking with you should I join you on the journey back to Midgard.”

“I would enjoy that as well.” Spock agreed.

“Let her go learn about biology.” Kirk giggled again, wiping his eyes.

“Now it makes sense.” Leonard mumbled. “Grow up, Jim.” He shook his head as he sat down. “Really. You’re a Starfleet Captain and you’re acting like a child.”

“Humor does go a long way.” Thor noted. “Shall we?” He offered his arm to you. “I would love to start showing you Asgard.”

You took it. “Such a gentleman.” You waved to your friends and allowed him to lead you from the Enterprise.

Thor chuckled as you yawned, walking back into the Enterprise later that day. It was about an hour before the second feast he had planned, and you wanted a damn nap. “Shall I leave you to rest?” He offered sweetly. “I seemed to have tired you out.”

Kirk happened to be passing and lost it. You shot him a look. “I know where you sleep, Captain.” You pointed a finger.

“You all just walk into them!” Kirk grinned as he walked away.

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “Man child.” You muttered.

Thor chuckled. “Such a fun Captain.” He turned to you. “I will see you at the feast?” He asked, hopeful. “I would love to tell you about the man he reminds me of.” He thought back to Tony, which was bittersweet.

“I look forward to it.” You smiled. Slipping away, you were curious what the others had decided.

There was a meeting of sorts when making the final decision. “Spock?” Kirk asked.

“I can see how he would be of use.” Spock nodded.

“Bones?”

“One more body on board won’t make a difference. Hopefully he gets sick less.” The doctor provided. “I can’t see him using up medical resources, and I have a feeling he’d bring some food on board.”

“Yeah.” Kirk agreed. “Uhura?”

“I don’t know how he could help me personally but he seems nice.” She smiled. “I have nothing against him coming along.”

“Scotty?” Kirk asked.

“Yep.” The engineer gave a thumbs up. “S’long as he brings some mead, Captain.” He grinned, making the others laugh. “And Y/L/N seemsta have taken a likin’ ta him.”

“Oh yeah, I already got her vote down.” Kirk grinned as you flushed. “Looks like we’re gaining a God on board.”

Thor was of course, thrilled, to be part of the Enterprise now. You were in ‘charge’ of showing him around the ship and he much appreciated that as well. As predicted, he had brought ale, and some food. Scotty clapped him on the back and called him a good man.

Thor laughed, knowing he’d be good friends with the Scotsman. He was excited for his time on the Enterprise.

Over the first few weeks, he struggled to not get lost but that was soon not a problem. He enjoyed following you around as well as Spock. Neither of you really had an issue with that. Spock simply asked him questions when he could, taking notes.

A few months into the journey, Thor had his own uniform to blend in. He was sitting with you while you worked on some notes for Bones. Your hair was left down, which was rare. He leaned against the railing and watched you. You’d bite your lip now and then, or you’d move your mouth to the side, amusing him. “It is almost lunch time.” He gently rubbed your calf as he scooted closer. “Perhaps you should take a break.”

You set your pad down and looked at him. “I suppose.” You smiled. You had no issues with him randomly touching you at this point. “Join me?”

“Of course.” He stood, offering his hand. “I enjoy spending time with you.” He smiled.

You took it with ease. “I feel the same.” You hopes that the pair of you would keep in touch once he left the Enterprise. The thought of not seeing him saddened you. He had become a close friend over a short period of time. “Stargazing tonight?”

He nodded. “Best part of the evening.” He smiled at you. “Shall we get a small bit of my ale and some snacks?”

“Sounds special.” You hummed with a grin. “I’ll be there.” You agreed.

You had fallen asleep against Thor, and the last thing he wanted to do was move you. He continued to rub circles on your wrist, eyeing the sky. He truly cared about you, and wished he knew how to show you. Hearing footsteps, he looked over. “Captain.” He smiled. “Did you need my assistance?” He was always willing to help.

“Nah.” He shook his head. “Couldn’t sleep so I’m wandering around.” He admitted. “I see you’re comfy.” He noted. “Not as comfy as our Y/N there, though.” He chuckled.

“Yes. I don’t wish to wake her.” He smiled. “She seems very peaceful at the moment.” His blue eyes went to you, then back to Kirk. “I wish to show her I care for her. You have known her the longest, what would you suggest?”

“Something special…” Kirk hummed. “Something maybe she’d only understand.” He rubbed his jaw as he thought. “Is there something that you two share that we don’t?”

“We stargaze...we share snacks…” He began listing off things. “Perhaps I could share a dinner with her here?”

“You could.” Kirk nodded. “There’s a few private rooms here.” He smiled. “If you’d like, I can help you set it up.” He offered. Viewing you as something as a little sister, he wanted you happy. Thor had become a good friend, and he trusted him not to hurt you. “I do have one question, though. What happens when the mission is over? When you either stay with your Earth friends, or go home?”

“It would be something I’d have to ask her or let her know about before going further into our relationship.” He nodded. “I would not simply make that choice for us both.”

“Cool. I like that.” Kirk approved. “I just wanted to make sure. I mean, I can’t threaten you or anything because you could probably kill me with your hair, but still.”

Thor chuckled. “I would never.” He assured. “I can understand where you are coming from, though.”

“Good. Good luck.” Kirk winked and left you and him be.

You hummed as you looked for the conference room Thor told you to meet him in. You had no idea why he was asking you to, but you’d find out soon enough. Once you found it, you opened it with your code and gasped. You looked at all the fairy lights hung around, wondering how he managed to program that. You pushed that thought away and saw him standing at one corner of the room, a nice dinner plated. “Thor?” You breathed. “What is all this?”

“A date if you wish it to be. If not, just a nice dinner from your friend.” He smiled cutely. “I do not want to pressure you.”

Your heart warmed at his kindness. “A date sounds good.” You said easily. “When did you have a chance to plan all this?”

“A while back.” He admitted as he pulled your seat out for you. “I care deeply about you and wished to show you. Though I also know there would be things we needed to talk about.” He kissed your cheek gently once you were seated.

You blushed brightly, enjoying the attention. “You’re so sweet.” You smiled as he sat across from you.

“Not as sweet as you.” He beamed. He enjoyed seeing you blush slightly. “Thank you for wanting this to be a date.”

“Thank you for asking.” You smiled. “This is exciting.” You looked around again, then back at him. “I look forward to seeing what you have planned.”

He grinned. “Hopefully it is to your liking.”

Throughout the night, he brought out your favorite foods one by one, ending with ice cream. It was the sweetest date that you had ever been on, and you honestly didn’t want it to end.

“Can I walk you to your room? The long way?” He rubbed his jaw.

You smiled up at him. “Maybe you could stay in my room tonight?” You asked shyly. “We can go get whatever you sleep in on the way to my room?”

He brightened even further if that was possible. “I would enjoy that.” He didn’t even have to think about that. “I look forward to holding you this evening.”

“I’m probably more excited.” You teased. You’d wanted to get to fall asleep next to him for months.

He took your hand once you were both ready. “May I kiss you? Or is that too soon?” The last thing that he wanted was to push you away. He smiled as you pushed up on your toes to kiss him softly. He cupped the back of your neck and smiled widely. His other hand rested on your lower back, holding you close.

You pulled away and grinned. “Ready to go do more of that?” You licked your lips. “Because I am.”

“I am as well. Have dreamed about it.” He smiled.

Bones did a double take when he saw you in the medbay the next day, as that’s where Kirk said you’d be. “Is that a hickey?!”

You blushed and tried to pull your neck line up higher. “Maybe.” You muttered. “Bite me.”

“Someone already did apparently.” He mumbled. It wasn’t like it was a huge secret that you and Thor liked each other, but this was the big neon sign no one could miss.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Be happy for me.” You countered.

“I am.” He rolled his eyes. “I just worry when he goes back to his Goldy things, that’s all.” He admitted. “I know Jim is, too.” That made you soften. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You nodded and hugged the grumpy doctor. “Thanks.” You kissed his cheek. “You’re sweet for a grumpy old man.”

He chuckled and rubbed your back. “Yeah, yeah. You’re rubbin’ off on me.” He smiled. “No babies, though!”

“Oh, no! Don’t worry.” You giggled. There was a blush on your cheeks as you got to work.

“Good. I’m here if you need.” He promised.

Thor has been sleeping in your room for a couple weeks now, which you loved. It had been a month since your first date. He had his own little space next to the bed where he held his daily things. He used your shower often, it being nicer as an officer’s room. Currently he was drying his hair and he soon came out. “Ready for breakfast?” He smiled, noting the look on your face. “Or something on your mind?” He asked, sitting on the side of the bed.

“Sorta.” You moved closer and took his hand. “We’ve been seeing each other about a month, and well, we haven’t slept together. I wanted to make sure you’re okay with that.”

He automatically nodded. “Of course. I would not want to pressure you at all.” He squeezed your hand. “That is not what is truly important in a relationship.”

You breathed out. “Thank you.” You pecked his cheek.

He smiled and kissed your forehead, happy to make you happy. “I am perfectly happy getting to hold you.”

“Means a lot.” You squeezed his arm. “Breakfast?” You offered your hand.

You and Thor had been dating five months when the first mission that looked dangerous happened. “Y/L, you’ll be with myself, Spock, and Bones on the ground. Uhura, I’m having you stay on board.”

You nodded, eager yet apprehensive. You were always on edge for missions like these. You had to stay focused. Taking a deep breath, you hoped that it was over quickly, and that there were no major injuries involved.

Thor looked at you with a smile before you followed your Captain.

Thor was pacing, Scotty having issues beaming everyone back up. He was extremely worried about all of you, but especially you. “I’m going to need a few medical staff when we get up.” Bones spoke over the comma. Thor’s head whipped over at that. He was the medical staff, along with you! Why did he need more?!

“Got it!” Scotty’s voice came.

When you beamed up, you and Jim were both doubled over in pain. Spock held Jim up while Bones was with you. He shifted to lift you to move quickly to the medbay.

Thor rushed forward but Spock held out his hand. “Help me carry the Captain.” He told him.

Thor nodded and easily picked him up. “What happened?”

“They were running towards the ship and decided it would be great to jump onto the ramp.” Bones sighed. “They missed and hurt their ribs.”

“My idea.” Kirk winced. “My bad.” He muttered.

“Most definitely.” Spock agreed. He shook his head, glancing to Thor for a moment, knowing that the God was likely relieved it wasn’t worse.

You whined. “I’m kicking your ass, Kirk.” You hit Bones’ chest.

“We have to check if it’s anything else besides ribs.” Bones nodded. “Then you can beat up our Captain.” He said, making Kirk raise an eyebrow. He was surprised the man could crack a joke.

“Deal.” You breathed.

Thor kept watching you intently, just wanting it to be fixed. He wanted to hold you close and make sure he could keep you safe. Even if that was from Kirk’s stupid ideas. He had already seen quite a few of those.

The medical staff scanned you and the Captain once they were able to. You kept your eyes closed, focusing on your breathing.

“The mission was successful otherwise.” Spock nodded to Thor once the Captain was set down. “And we will be away from here soon.”

Thor nodded, realizing Kirk must have been eager to get on board. “How long will she need to be in here, Doctor?” He asked McCoy.

“Probably an hour. Hold her hand.” He told him, Thor quickly put his hand on yours as the doctor gave you a hypo. It was clear it was not a pleasant experience.

“Nope...Nope…” Kirk tried to get away. He hated hypos with a passion. “Ah, shit.” He grumbled when Bones got him anyway.

“There we go. Should knock you both out.” Bones nodded. “Which should help you start to heal.” He chuckled as Kirk gave him a sleepy glare before he was out. “Captain of the Enterprise and he’s a big baby.”

Thor chuckled. “Indeed a child at times” He nodded. “Thank you for helping get them safely back on board, doctor.” He gave McCoy a small smile. “I had been worried for all of you, of course, but especially her.” He sighed, looking back to where you were sleeping. “I love her.”

Bones hid his surprise. “Oh, well that’s nice.” He nodded. He wasn’t sure why he was being told, but didn’t comment on that.

Spock also felt that way, but knew it was common for humans to feel that. “I suppose that is logical for you.” He tried to be supportive. “You two have become rather close since you joined us.”

Thor smiled. “We have.” He agreed. He hoped he could gather enough courage soon to tell you. Especially because it was presumed that the mission would be over in the next 2-3 months. He had no idea what he would do then. The thought of being away from you hurt, but he had a duty to his people. He knew you probably felt the same about the crew.

You were still on bed rest but you had only a few days more before Bones felt you were completely healed. Thor doted on you the entire time. “Your tea, m’lady.” He grinned as he set it on your nightstand. That day everyone got word that there was six weeks left of the mission and it had been on his mind. Six weeks until he saw Barnes, but six weeks until he possibly said goodbye. His heart truly loved you, but he was preparing to get it hurt. He was not prepared to see you hurt.

“Thank you.” You sat up easily to drink it, smiling as he began to rub your feet. “You’re so sweet.” You told him softly, the same thing on your mind. “Thor?” You kept your eyes on your tea. “W-what would you think of...uh, me…. staying with you?” You were nervous that he wouldn’t want that. That this was some kind of phase.

He tilted his head. “You mean while I visit Barnes? Of course.” He agreed easily. “I believe he would be very pleased to meet you.”

You sighed. “I meant wherever you decide to stay.”

He felt surprised at that. “When I return to Asgard as well?” He asked softly. “Are you sure?” He wanted to be sure that this was what you wanted.

You couldn’t tell one way or another if he liked the idea. “I am, but please tell me if that’s not what you want.” You told him. “I get it if it’s not.”

He gently took your mug of tea and set it down before crouching in front of you. “I would enjoy nothing more than for you to join me.” He took your hands. “I did not think that you would want to leave your friends.”

You teared up. “I love you too much to say goodbye.” You said honestly, sniffing. “It’s all I’ve thought about while being stuck in bed.” You admitted. “I couldn’t leave you.”

He smiled. “I love you.” He moved up and kissed you sweetly. “Asgard will welcome you fully.” He promised. “Loki will come around...eventually.” He said playfully, making you laugh. “Simply treat him like you would the Captain.”

“That I can do.” You smiled and cupped his face, kissing his forehead. “I love you so so much.” Now you wouldn’t have to worry about kissing the man you loved goodbye forever, just saying goodbye to your crew members. It stung, but you knew that they would understand. You had joined them for so long now that you knew your bonds would stay strong. You’d have stories to tell Thor for years to come.

You hugged Bones tightly, followed by Kirk. “I’ll miss you guys so much.”

Kirk was more emotional. “Ugh, you’re killing me. You’re my favorite kind of doctor!” He grinned.

Bones snickered. “Mine, too.” He said sadly. “Can’t believe you’re running away to have a fairytale. I mean, you’re literally dating a soon to be king.”

You grinned. “It’s hard to believe.” You agreed. “I’m still wrapping my head around it at times.” You admitted before kissing each of their cheeks. “Be safe out there.” You told them. “I’d like to picture you two alive and bickering with each other years from now. And Spock being the logical one.”

“Oh, you’ll get a ton.” Kirk promised. “Now go be with the man of your dreams. Say hi to his friends for us.” He motioned to where Thor was waiting. He had said his goodbyes first, knowing that you’d be emotional after yours. He was leaning on a car that Bucky had sent. You hadn’t even tried to work out how the ‘new’ Stark was related to the Tony you’d been told about...but you looked forward to meeting both. And Steve.

“I will.” You waved before running off before you cried again. Thor wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “I really hope they stay safe out there.” You looked up at him. “Now, let’s go see your friends.”

Bucky kissed your hand. “Lovely to meet you ma’am.” He nodded. “Thank you for bringing him to visit.” He smiled. “It’s been...way too long.”

You smiled back at him. “Technically the man you need to thank is probably already back out in space.” You noted. It had taken you a couple days to get there, as Thor wanted to take time. He wanted to give you a chance to get your emotions handled. It was only fair. You appreciated it greatly.

“Well I’ll be sure to send him a thank you, too.” He chuckled.

Everyone was thrilled to see Thor and you and his friends had a small dinner celebration. A tall blonde walked over, an emotional smile on his face. “Thor.”

“Steven.” Thor chuckled, hugging him tightly. “I’ve missed you, Captain.” He said honestly. “I had truly mourned you both. To find out you’re alive and well!” He chuckled as he let the man go. “I had not been expecting that. I did hope to hear that you’d both found love, and it seems you have!”

Steve beamed. “I have, yes.” He said happily. “I see you have, too. A smart young lady.” He nodded to you. “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.” He held out his hand to you.

You shook it. “Nice to meet you. Is this some sort of handsome man club you’ve made?” You said playfully to Thor. “I can only imagine what the others you told me about looked like.”

Bucky laughed at that. “Yeah, we’re all pretty boys.” He shook his head. “Speaking of, my son will be here tomorrow. He had work stuff he had to sort out.” He shrugged.

“I cannot wait to see a young Barnes.” Thor nodded. “Will your wife be joining?” He assumed.

“No wife.” He shook his head. “His ma and me dated...what, 50 years ago?” He glanced at Steve who nodded. “He ages slower, not like me , but slower. He’s 48 but looks like he’s much younger. He still gets carded when he visits, which is hysterical to see him get annoyed.”

“Oh, I see.” Thor smiled. “I bet that is amusing.” He agreed.

You watched them interact, so happy for all of them. You sat on Thor’s lap, as he had tugged you onto him as soon as he sat down. You didn’t speak much, but you didn’t mind as you listened to the stories of their lives. It gave you more of a glimpse into the life of the man you loved.

Thor laid you to rest that night, happy of his overall life. He had seen his old friends, met new ones, and met the love of his life. You curled into him as you slept, making him smile before closing his eyes to sleep himself.

It was over the next few weeks that you grew closer, and soon he had found an easy way back to Asgard and was ready to return with you. You were nervous, to say the least. You really didn’t have a whole lot when it came to ‘stuff’, but he assured you that would be taken care of as soon as the two of you were home. “You’re going to be Queen. You’ll have an abundance of things.” He had assured. “Anything your heart desires.”

Then it hit you. You’d be queen. Didn’t that mean marriage? And kids? For some reason, that had completely slipped your mind. “Right, Queen.” You chuckled nervously. That would take some serious getting used to. Your stomach was in knots at the moment.

“You’ll be wonderful.” He smiled brightly. He pecked your lips. “I just know it.”

Your nerves hadn’t changed much from when he first mentioned being Queen, to now. You were preparing for the biggest feast yet even though no one let you touch a thing. It would be time for everyone to meet their future Queen. Only some months had passed, but you were still getting used to the world as well as being ‘royal.’ While everyone knew about you being the future Queen, this was the ‘official’ announcement. You followed your assigned staff out the hall, waiting outside a set of humongous doors for your man. You kept your hands clasped in front of you so no one could see them shaking.

Thor joined you a moment later, both of you dressed up beyond anything you’ve seen. “Ready?” He offered his arm to you.

You took it. “No, I’m nervous.” You said honestly. “But, you’ll be there, so that’s a huge help.” You licked your lips.

“It’s alright to be nervous.” He smiled. “We’re just showing how much we love each other. They’ll ask questions but we don’t have to answer.” He kissed your cheek. “And, we can always slip away for a couple moments if needed.”

“I’ll let you know.” You nodded. As the doors opened, you took a deep breath and let him lead you in.

It had been ten years since your wedding to Thor- 12 since you’d first met. There was a commotion in the palace, confusing you. There was no war, and you were expecting no visitors. “Watch your sister.” You told your 9 year old son, Erik.

“Yes, mama.” He sighed, going to sit with her as you rushed to the main hall.

Thor met you, wanting to make sure that you and your kids were alright. “Love?”

“What’s going on?” You asked, your brows furrowed. “Should I take the kids somewhere?” Your hand was on your small bump.

“We have visitors.” He told you. “But I wanted to come get you before I met with them.” You nodded, taking his hand when he reached for it. He kissed it before leading you to the open area.

You gasped, then made a small squealing noise. Tears filled your eyes as you saw your old crew. All of them. You turned to Thor. “Get Erik and Gisli.”

Thor beamed and nodded as he rushed to get them. You were soon engulfed in a hug from your closest friends. Kirk lifted you slightly before letting Bones hug you. “Guys!” You gushed. “I never expected to see you again.”

“Well, you’re clearly expecting.” Kirk teased you with a grin. “Congrats!” He gasped as Thor returned. “A family!” He said excitedly. He was carrying your daughter and holding your son’s hand. “You’ve been busy!”

You snorted. “I have to be. I’m Queen.” You said easily.

“Well, your highness…” Kirk smirked.

Bones rolled his eyes. “We’re happy for you.” He smiled. “We thought it was time to come see how you are.” He told you as Thor set down Gisli. “Hi, guys.”

Gisli hid behind Thor’s leg, looking up at them. Erik tilted his head at them. “You wear weird clothes.”

“We do.” Kirk agreed.

“It is a standard uniform.” Spock provided, Uhura smacking his arm gently.

“They’re beautiful.” Uhura smiled at you. “I’m so happy for you. What are their names?”

You put your hand on Erik’s shoulder. “This is Erik, he just turned nine. The little one hiding behind her mighty protector is Gisli. She’s three.”

“Say hello, little one.” Thor smiled down at her. “They are friends.”

She waved meekly at Kirk. “Hi…”

He crouched so that she didn’t have to look up at him. “Hi, there. I knew your mommy and daddy a loooooong time ago.”

She looked interested and stepped out a little, liking the gold of his shirt.

You watched fondly as she tugged on his sleeve. Erik was more interested in Spock. “Mommy’s told us about you.” He told him. “She said you’re very serious, but really nice.”

“You guys are bedtime stories.” You explained.

Spock managed a tiny smile. “I suppose I am.” He agreed. “What are your interests?” Spock was eager to get to know your two small children, and learn all about your lives since the time you said goodbye.

“Play?” Your daughter asked Kirk once she deemed him nice.

“Sure, what’re we playing?” He smiled. “Do you know hide and seek?” He asked, chuckling as she squealed and nodded. “How about you hide, and I count to 10?”

“Okay!” She bounced.

You smirked as you watched, loving how easily Kirk fit in. “He’ll never grow up but it comes in handy.” Bones chuckled. “I can’t see him settling down, but he’ll be a damn good uncle.”

You nodded in agreement. “Oh, definitely.” You listened to your son and Spock, chuckling as soon as Kirk found your daughter and began playing tag. Her laughter brightened your mood further, and you hoped they were staying for at least a few days. “Thor, can you go arrange for a feast? I’ll give them a tour.” You smiled.

“Of course, my love.” He kissed your cheek, grinning from ear to ear. He loved these feasts. “I’ll also get their rooms set up for them.” He told you, knowing you were looking forward to time with them. “I’ll meet you in the library after your tour?”

“Great.” You beamed at him. Turning to the others, you were beaming. “So, how would you like a tour? I’m sure Kirk will get one eventually.” You laughed as you heard him and Gisli.

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chaoticrebels · 1 year ago

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// They didn't talk about his family, the only one who mentioned his family was Darla I do believe lol. But it's okay, by this point in the timeline they probably already know about their family so it's all good. And tsk, hopefully it eventually fixes itself.

❝Mhm, definitely not from this universe. Not even from the universe your oysters as you call them is from, although my mom was born there so guess part of me is a lil bit part of that world. But that's not the point, the point is even if I am not from here, I still didn't have to be such a stranger since I'm sure there were ways to stay in contact.❞ Especially if his powers worked here, if they did all he had to do was astral project himself to her. Or he could have easily duplicate himself so he was two places at once but again, he didn't know if his powers worked here since he hasn't really tried. Maybe he should to find out but he'd do it later, right now his main focus was catching up with the female in that moment. And well, eating the meal that was in front of him.

❝Your brother really doesn't like staying put for long, does he?❞ The Asgardian inquired, amusement flickering in his eyes. Granted the fact that if the male did stay put then Shay and him would have never met because she wouldn't have came looking for him and wonder into him instead. So he could thank her brother for that. ❝Hm, well isn't that just nice of him. And ah, yeah. The drama that comes with having a crown, not fun.❞ Witnessed that enough, so much it kinda made him glad that his uncle overlooked his right to it when he relinquished his position as king. Even if it had irritated him at first.

But she was right, that was neither here or there so he simply shrugged it off. As the silence began to linger, the male used that time to eat without interruptions. Though when the female broke the silence once more, his teal hues flickered back towards her. Listening to her intently, although it didn't take long for him to figure out this topic was aimed around his father and that caused him to frown. He didn't regret telling Shay about his family, about his father. But the last thing Storm wanted was to be promised with a chance to see and talk to his father again, Not when the pain still lingered in the core of his heart, not when he was trying so hard not to mess with the timeline because if the avengers could manage it then so could he. But the loss of his father, had shaped him and did he really wanna change the course he was on, just to save one life? He didn't know. A sigh escaped his lips before he bite down on his lip, he knew this could be his chance to say goodbye but he knew that would lead to another break down. And the last time he broke down, he lost control of his powers and ended up hurting people with his self destructive outbursts. And the worse part was he just didn't care who got hurt in those moments but now he cared, so much that he didn't want it happening again. He was semi scared it would because he was still a mess but getting better, so to open that wound again just to say goodbye? Was it worth it? The young rebel didn't know but...

❝Wait, hold up. You are telling me that there's a chance that he didn't make it to Valhalla or at least Hel. Since I don't know if after everything he's done, he'd end up going to where a warrior who dies in battle goes...? Well fuck but knowing him, I wouldn't be surprised. So his mirrors have the ability to see into any realm, fascinating. Sounds like what Heimdall could do, expect my uncle's best friend didn't need a mirror. But look as much as I want to see and talk to my father again, as much as I probably need it, I don't know if it's wise.❞

As she listened to Storm talk about his family she had a sudden rush of grief wash over her. In that instance, she had remembered something significant, something she didn’t say out loud when she realized just how similar her and Storm’s situations were.

Like his father, her father was known for doing terrible things. Shay had to prove to the people of Wonderland that she wasn’t just a reflection of her father’s actions. Hers had come in a grand gesture of stopping her father from taking the crown of the Spade Kingdom after he had killed the rulers there, not to mention the countless defending of her own Kingdom by birth right not only against enemies but her father as well –

However, there will still some denizens who didn’t trust her or didn’t like her, all because of the actions and the reputation of her father. However, William was still very much alive but like Storm only had one surviving parent, so did Shay because she had lost her mother long ago.

“You don’t need to apologize for something like that. Wonderland isn’t your home, I could never hold it against you.” Shay had taken a moment to eat the vegetables that had been on her plate, clearly something had been on her mind but she had been listening to him close enough to hear his question.

“My brother is off doing what my brother always does, exploring the realms every chance he gets. My uncle Alexander is around, keeping the Heart Army in training while we have some peace. My father, well, I imagine he is planning his next attack against me to retake the crown but that is neither here or there –”

It was the same old tune, Shay had only let her father stay on the castle grounds so she could keep an eye on him, but his quarters were kept separate from the main area of the castle, in a section of the Castle that was warded against his magic. “Listen, Storm — after you left Wonderland, I asked my brother, despite it not being my place, if he could use the power in his mirrors for you to –”

She had swallowed thickly then - “Sometimes, when we die, our spiritual bodies, our souls as it were, don’t always move on to the place they are meant to be. My brother’s mirrors are very powerful, he can see into any realm and go into any realm, even limbo or purgatory. Your father, now, I can’t promise anything, but it may be possible for my brother to use the magic in his mirrors for you to see him again, talk to him again - if, if that is something you want to do.”

She had never asked Sean to see or talk to their mother, it had been too painful to even consider, but maybe for Storm - maybe it would be exactly what he needed.

#☯ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ ⠀ 。゜ ⠀ ★ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ﹕Storm #♚↬ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀѕᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ↫♚ ✘Chats✘#♛➺ Shay⠀。゜ ⠀ ☆ ── { ofwondersandhares }#ofwondersandhares #✦ 。゜ ✧ - ̗̀ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 ─── ❪ Main ❫#✦ 。゜ ✧ - ̗̀ 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈-𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 ─── ❪ MCU / DC ❫

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kiatheinsomniac · 3 years ago

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Here it is! The Loki x reader x Brother Day smut that I've mentioned over the past few days. I'm just going to confess this right now: I am fully aware of all the plot holes in this AU but really the only reason why I added the minimal plot that I did at the start was to try and make it make a little more sense that Cleon and Loki were even in the same room. I just have the hots for these two sassy space rulers and wanted to write a smut about both of them at once, simple as. Also, yeah, I got a bit carried away with how much I wrote.

word count: 10.2k

warnings: smut, choking, threesome, oral sex, riding, unprotected sex,

Kingdoms and Empires

“Unhand me! I am a God!” Loki exclaimed as the two of you were shoved through palatial halls that gleamed an almost-white shade of grey, embellished with gold.

You followed behind him, a guard pushing you by your back roughly, making you almost lose your balance various times, thinking to yourself about how this was one of those ‘Yeah, that’s me, you’re probably wondering how I got into this situation’ moments.

The two of you had been messing around with the bifrost: probably not your best idea yet but you had wanted to do something nice together and hey, what better way to do that than to go explore the capital planet of a galactic empire that possesses such advanced technology that no one else in the universe wanted to touch them in their little corner of the galaxy?

At least, that was what Loki had planned: he told you that it was a shortcut to Asgard’s archives, knowing there was no way you would actually come along had he told you the truth about it all.

You had found yourselves standing in the most immaculate gardens that you had ever seen, a light morning mist rolling over the perfectly landscaped hills. You had marvelled at the sight of the pale grey, white and gold palace that towered over you before you realised that the grand building was dwarfed by a tower in the opposite direction that was so tall it breached the atmosphere.

That was also when you started giving Loki a mouthful because the tower made you realise that you were not, in fact, on Asgard anymore. It had taken enough convincing just to get you to leave Earth in the first place, the whole idea of being lost in the infinite cosmos that was space having utterly terrified you. With the exception of astronauts (meticulously trained with a whole team of experts constantly supporting them from the surface), humans did not leave Earth and so the idea of being on a planet that sounded as terrifying as Loki described shook you to your core.

Perhaps you should have been a little quieter with the verbal assault that you unleashed on your mischievous lover because it only attracted a group of patrolling guards to you.

It would be a few hours until Heimdall would return (as per Loki’s scheming that had drawn him away from the bifrost in the first place) and so the two of you would have to do your best to scrape by and not die until then. Loki would only be using his magic if either of you ended up looking death in the face.

The two of you were held before grand golden doors that displayed repetitive, symmetrical patterns, Loki demanding that the two of you be let go. You decided that you would gather as much information as you could through observation before opening your mouth to speak.

After what felt like ten minutes, the doors were opened and the two of you were pushed into a room where sunlight poured in through patterned windows and the floor was black with golden lines, a contrast to the white walls and pillars that upheld the high ceilings. Three grand, golden thrones stood before the two of you, raised upon a platform that had steps leading up to it.

Upon the throne of the left sat a young boy in pale blue, a grown man in a bright blue on the centre and an older man with greyed hair in darker blue on the throne to the right. They all sat the same: legs spread, hands resting upon them, backs upright. They all also looked strikingly similar and you wondered if you were looking upon a grandson, son and grandfather of emperors with shockingly strong genes.

Suddenly, you were quite thankful for the simple Asgardian attire that you were wearing as you would feel shamefully underdressed otherwise.

“Obrecht, we received your report of a security breach.” The man in the middle began, glancing between you and Loki. His voice was slow, precise and you had to admit: rather attractive. You turned your head a little to look at your lover worriedly, knowing that being labelled such did not do any favours for the two of you.

“They were found arguing with each other in the gardens, Empire.” The man in black who had captured the two of you, seemingly appearing from thin air, replied. You found it eerie how all three before you seemed to raise their brow questioningly in complete synchronisation.

“Arguing?” The greying man highlighted.

“Just a simple lover’s quarrel.” Loki replied with his signature grin and a wink, shaking at the cuffs upon his wrists. He looked over to you and you gave him a pointed look, a silent command ‘don’t let them know you’re magic yet, we might need it later’.

“In our imperial gardens?” The middle man quizzed. Loki turned back to face them.

“We find ourselves… misplaced.” The demigod spoke vaguely.

“Indeed you do. Tell me, where do you come from?” The two of you glanced between each other, unsure of what to say considering that it is likely these men would not have heard of either of your home worlds. “Tell me!” He demanded, rising from his seat in a fluid motion.

“We come from beyond your reach… Empire.” You added for good measure, remembering how the guard had addressed him as you slowly rose to your feet, “As my partner has said, we find ourselves misplaced and wish only to return to where we came from.” He narrowed his eyes at you thoughtfully, thinking over your words.

“And if you come from beyond the outer reach, how is it that you find yourselves arguing in our gardens?” He quizzed and you nervously glanced over to Loki, wondering how much would be safe to tell truthfully.

“We… were aiming to travel elsewhere but have appeared in the wrong destination, it would seem.” You spoke, speaking your words slowly and choosing each one carefully.

“There is no crash site.” The guard, Obrecht, chimed in and you turned to glance between the guard in black and the Emperor in bright blue.

“We needed no vehicle to get here.” You glanced over to Loki, knowing that perhaps sharing information about the bifrost may not be wise, “The technology from my partner’s homeworld can transport people almost immediately from one location to another.”

“You possess jump technology?” The greying man questioned and you furrowed your brows, finding yourself subconsciously taking a small step closer to your lover.

“I’m unfamiliar with this term but it means that we can travel light years of distance in a matter of moments.” You explained and instantly regretted your words as a grave look fell upon the faces of all except the young boy.

“So you do possess jump technology.” The greying man confirmed.

“Such technology is restricted to the imperial army and the imperial army alone. If you do come from beyond our reach, as you speak, tell me: how common is this technology?” You swallowed hard and really delved into your strategic thinking. There were galactic leaders standing before you, you were certain that the idea of powers beyond their borders possessing technology that could instantly transport people to their doorstep was threatening to them. You would play on that fear and use it to make them see you and Loki in the way that you wished them to.

“It is unique to my partner’s homeworld.” You lied, knowing full well that Loki had told you there were other planets with civilisations that possessed this ‘jump technology’ as the Emperor had called it, “I can sense that this is new information to you but I can assure you that we have no intentions to harm or threaten you. As the Prince of his homeworld, Asgard, Loki would never threaten any such thing against your Empire as it would have such terrible political repercussions, I can imagine.” You glanced over to him and didn’t miss the smile at the corner of his mouth as he rose to his feet, seeing exactly what you were doing. You were playing the role of wise diplomat and you were playing it like a game of chess.

“You are a Prince?” The greying man spoke and suddenly the two in the deeper shades of blue turned their heads in sync to meet eyes.

“Yes, I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, home of Odin, King of the Nine Realms. It is truly an innocent mistake that my partner and I have arrived on your planet and we intend only to go home when the one in control of our… jump technology… is able to bring us back.” There was a pause as he gestured to the cuffs on his arms, “Perhaps, if things may take a more hospitable turn from this information, this could be the beginning of a friendship between your Empire and my Nine Realms.” You felt your fear alleviate a little bit at knowing Loki had caught onto your plan. The man in the middle glanced between the other two in blue on either side of him before he nodded his head to Obrecht and the two of you were released, Loki was quick to get to your side and place a hand between your shoulder blades, a silent thank you for your quick thinking to use his royal status as a political leverage against the emperors.

It’s one of the many reasons why the two of you clicked: Loki was good at talking anyone into seeing a situation that he had conjured up, you were good at talking people into seeing a situation for what it was through your own eyes. In short, lies and your own version of the truth; if one didn’t work, the other was bound to and so the two of you managed to stay out of trouble when you were together.

The greying man turned to a servant, ordering him to notify the chefs to prepare a meal for the Emperors and their two guests. Loki leaned down so that his lips could hover over your ear before speaking.

“Well done.” When he pulled back, he flashed you a wink and you felt your cheeks warm a little, leaning into him.

“Come, join us.” The greying man spoke once more and the two of you followed them through a corridor that displayed the most beautifully mesmerising mural you had ever seen in your life, the pigments of the colour subtly swirling and bringing so many stories to life. On that walk, the elder of the three explained each piece to you and Loki who were learning much more of this Empire and its formidable history.

The two of you had been baffled to learn that your three hosts were, in fact, clones who had been decanted at different ages to rule over the empire. By the time you were seated at a long dining table with a feast laid out before you, Brother Day sitting at the head of the table while you and Loki sat beside each other with Dawn and Dusk opposite you, Loki had delved into a brief history of Asgard and then you paused mid-sip of wine when a question was finally pointed at you who had been happy to sit back in silence and take in these tales of history until then.

They had deduced from Loki’s story that you were not, in fact, Asgardian and you had been met with laughter when you first explained that you were from Earth. It would seem that in Cleon’s empire, Earth was regarded as a fantasy that was made up in a story to explain where humans originated from (though, the Empire had many theories pertaining to that). How you had blown their minds when you told them about the fossils and bones on your planet that proved what they regarded as a baseless theory to be true.

Following lunch, Day had insisted on touring you and Loki around the gardens as the two shared tales of the might of their ruling homeworlds before the conversation turned to you explaining to Brother Day, or Cleon, what technology on Earth was like and your very limited technology regarding space travel in particular.

You found yourself batting away thoughts at how handsome the Emperor of the middle throne was as you walked between him and your lover. He was only slightly taller than Loki, his hair was shorter and brown but slicked back in a similar way to your partner, his eyebrows were thick over his dark blue eyes and he walked with utmost grace. He had an aura of authority that radiated off him and you looked between the two of them, realising that you most certainly must have a type. You began to mentally swat away your far from appropriate thoughts at what the two of them might be able to do to you together.

Eventually, Day led the two of you back into the imperial palace and the two of you ended up in a dimly lit room that had a large table in its centre. You gasped as Day commanded the table to display a 3D map of the empire to you and Loki, the surface of the table rising up like sand and creating the hologram. You had been equally baffled at the quantum generator on Asgard that seemed so similar to what Day called the ‘holo’ before you.

It became clear to you that not all planets in the Empire were like the grounds of the imperial palace here on Trantor and neither did they have such monumental buildings such as the Star Bridge that could be seen from all around the palace, especially those of what he called the Outer Reach.

You found yourself leaning over the table a little in your eagerness to explore this interactive model before you and you could feel Loki’s hand sliding sinfully further down your back as you did so. Day seemed thoroughly amused by your reaction to his Empire’s technology and you delved into another conversation about the differences between the technology of his world and yours, a little embarrassedly showing him the smartphone that you had kept in your pocket the whole time. Which had been followed by more teasing from Loki about how terrified Midgardians were of leaving their planet.

You found yourself blushing between the two men and leaning into the table some more to zoom in on an uninhabited planet with three moons, delving into a little rabbit hole about Lumerism that the device told you all about and you found yourself smiling a little. It would seem that whoever these humans were that had left Earth somehow and ended up in this corner of the galaxy, had worshipped Hecate by one name or another and had morphed into Lumerism over time. As you did this, Day had crossed the room to speak quietly with a servant who left and returned with a tray bearing three glasses and a bottle.

“Wine?” Day offered, guiding you and Loki over to a seating area before an extravagant fireplace. The seats were large and plush and of an incredibly soft fabric that you couldn’t help but run your fingers over it. The servant placed the tray down on the glass coffee table and left the room.

“I’d love some.” Loki replied with a simple, very pleased with the offer and you found yourself laughing a little.

“It’s good to see that there are at least some consistencies across the galaxy.” You remarked with a smile, having seen this alcohol on Earth, Asgard and now Trantor. You thanked Day as he poured the drinks for you and as you took the first sip, you wondered how you would ever drink wine on Earth again. It lacked that bitter taste that so often put you off the cheaper versions of the drink that you could usually afford and was sweet and strong, flavours of fruits and something a little charred and floral gracing your tongue.

The three of you must have had a bottle each by the time that Loki was singing old Asgardian drinking songs and tilting your glass to your lips with his fingers at its base, coaxing you to drink some more as he sang.

You were glad that things had managed to go as smoothly as this, not wanting to be one of those named responsible should everything have gone wrong and the Nine Realms and the Empire declared war upon each other. That would have been an utter disaster and you were relieved to have dodged that worst case scenario. In your slight drunkenness, you had got talking - and were very fond and more prone to speaking of the deeper, more philosophical themes once there was some alcohol in your system - and so you had explained your theories of Hecate and Lumerism to Day who seemed beyond intrigued at combining what he knew of your Empire and its history with what you knew of the human history of Earth, seed of human life.

“Go fetch that scroll on the bookshelf over there, third shelf from the bottom on the left, beside the green book. I think you may find it interesting.” He pointed to the other side of the room and you stood a little too quickly to your feet in your eagerness, Loki chuckling as he grabbed you by the thighs to stabilise you as you were so clearly off-balance. All three of you ended up laughing lightly as you half-stumbled across the room to fetch what had been asked of you, having to keep balance and the forefront of your mind as you did so.

You returned to Day and handed him the scroll, sitting down on the floor beside the glass coffee table and Loki came to sit on the sofa behind you. Day unfurled the scroll and laid it flat and you gasped as you saw moving drawings of planets upon the page, turning to Loki.

“It’s like the books on Asgard!” Oh how they had fascinated you the first time Loki had shown you to his personal library that was annexed to his room. He would never forget the way your face lit up that day as you begged him to show you his many favourites. The two of you had fallen asleep in that library and he could remember your head resting on his lap as you did, the memory bringing a smile to his face along with the way you were beaming now. Day took out what looked to be a pen from the edge of the scroll and began to drag it across the paper, moving diagrams and text along as though it were a tablet presenting a slideshow. Your mouth dropped in pure shock and the two of them found it beyond amusing. Though, Loki was quickly becoming distracted by the sight of you looking so adorably unaware of how enticing you looked on your knees by his feet.

“This is incredible…” You breathed out, turning to face Day and placing a hand on his knee as you felt another wave of half-drunken dizziness overcome you, “How does it-” You stopped mid-sentence as you realised that your hand had not, in fact, fallen on his knee and was laying over a glowing orange web that had formed slightly above his body, leaning your head towards it for a better look and narrowing your eyes. “What is that?”

“It’s called an aura.” Day explained in that constant matter-of-fact tone of his. You looked up to meet his eyes and suddenly Loki wasn’t the only one thinking about the sight of you on your knees, memories of women from Gossamer court becoming warped with images of you. He dismissed them, he was the Empire and could bed no one who would not have their memories erased after. Anyway, you had arrived with your lover and so it was even more unlikely that you would agree to such a thing.

“You’re going to have to explain that a little, you’ve heard all about the extent of my technology.”

“It casts a barrier around my body which repels kinetic energy.” He elaborated and, taking in the information, you lightened your touch and found that your fingers sank through the barrier, landing on the soft fabric of his blue trousers.

“We have similar technology on Asgard, though it’s used more as military than personal defence.” Loki spoke and you turned your gaze back to him, taking a moment to admire your lover sitting above you, cheeks a little flushed from the strong wine and his hair falling about his shoulders in slight curls at their ends. You turned back to the scroll that functioned like a touch-screen with the pen in Day’s hand, frowning at the unfamiliar alphabet that everything was writing in. You beckoned to Loki over your shoulder.

“Come on and translate for me, allspeak, I don’t know this alphabet.” You said and felt him lean over you, an arm resting over your shoulder and his cheek against the side of your head, fingers skimming over the letters that you couldn’t read. That Asgardian ability amazed you and you could only imagine how much of a convenience it must be.

“You’re quite right about likening this Lumerism to Hecate.”

“You understand our alphabet?” Day quizzed, quite intrigued by this ‘allspeak’ that you had referred to.

“Asgardians have an ability called allspeak.” Loki began, “It means that what we say is understood by all species in their own language, likewise we understand yours.”

“There were once civilisations on my world that thought of his kind as Gods centuries ago.” You elaborated, wanting to contribute a little more to the conversation.

“Once?” Loki highlighted, lips against your ear, “Am I not your God?” Your mind flashed back to all the times that you had called him exactly that - often at his command - in the bedroom and you found yourself hanging your head down in an attempt to hide your blush, feeling the arm that Loki had slung over your shoulder retract enough for his hand to rest at the crook of your neck, fingers dancing dangerously against your throat. “You’ve called me that so many times before.” You bit down harshly on your lip and willed your legs to remain utterly still so as to not give yourself away by pressing your thighs together. There was a hum from Loki, one that you knew all too well: it was one of those little habits that he had which gave away his train of thought and you knew he’d be cocking his head a little too. “She’s not usually so shy, perhaps it’s because we have you in our company.” He spoke to the Emperor sitting beside him and you clenched your jaw as you realised the direction that Loki was trying to push this towards and, while you were admittedly shy as he had said, you were certainly not opposed to the idea of being taken by both a Prince and an Emperor at once.

“I do believe that I’m seeing an offer being laid out before me.” Day spoke slowly, leaning back in his seat as his eyes flickered between you and Loki. The Emperors were forbidden from any sexual relations within the Empire except for with the courtesans of Gossamer court whose memories were erased afterwards. But you and this Prince were not citizens of the Empire so surely that was his loophole to partake without breaking any rules. Even if this rule were broken, surely he could agree to this under the condition that the two of you never spoke of the event and so he would never have to receive the backlash from Dusk who, no doubetdly, would have something to say should he ever discover this.

“That’s not the only thing that you could have laid out before you.” Loki’s voice drawled out from behind you and you were thankful for your curtain of hair that kept your face hidden from Day at the implication of your lover’s words.

Being taken by a Prince from space who was dubbed a God and a clone of a galactic Emperor. If you could go back in time and tell you from four years ago that you would one day find yourself in this situation, you were sure that she would be convinced that she was bound to take some crazy drugs at some point to be saying such things.

“On the condition that this is never spoken about after what will transpire. Cleons are only permitted sexual relations with courtesans whose memories are then erased, I will not demand such a thing of the two of you but you must understand my need for secrecy, especially if Dusk will have anything to say about it.” He explained and you felt Loki’s fingers at your jaw, pushing it so that you had to look over your shoulder at the both of them.

“That sounds reasonable to me, what about you, pet?” He smiled and you glanced between the two strikingly handsome men. Was this not exactly what you had found your mind wandering to in the gardens earlier? What was the use in denying them if all three of you seemed to want this so much? Again: worst case scenario, this all goes terribly, terribly wrong and a war begins between the Nine Realms and the Empire. But, really, what were the odds?

“It sounds perfect.” You spoke quietly and a look of satisfaction fell upon the Emperor’s face at your words while Loki’s grin only grew wider. Oh, how he was eager to show you off.

“Always so good for me…” The demigod mused, leaning down and turning your head so that he could crash his lips onto yours, the passion behind it almost taking you by surprise as you tasted the wine on his tongue, his fingers wrapping gently around your neck. He withdrew just enough for his lips to graze over yours when he spoke: “You’ll be good for both of us tonight, won’t you?” A playful smile pulled at the corners of your mouth.

“I won’t make any promises.” There was a low laugh from Day and when your eyes met his, they were filled with a form of amazement at your words. Loki’s grip around your throat tightened a little, demanding your attention, you locked your eyes onto his blue-green ones and found them glinting with amusement.

“Don’t disappoint me now.” Your lips jutted into a pout and you placed a lingering kiss to his lips.

“When have I ever?” He shook his head and you found that you were turning your body to better face the two of them.

“With that sharp tongue of yours slipping.”

“Then perhaps we can find other uses for it.” Your voice was quieter and Loki seemed entertained by your shyness, eager to see you break free from its shell over the course of the night. His eyes flickered over to Day who was leaning back against the couch, his legs spread as they had been when he was sitting upon his middle throne.

“Oh, I’m certain that we can.” The Emperor hummed, holding out his hand to you and you took it, allowing him to help you rise to your feet. He coaxed you to sit between the two of them, his arm laying across the back of the couch so that his hand could reach out and cup your face. “Try and touch me again…” He spoke quietly, his eyes fixed on you as though you were the most exquisite delight he had ever set eyes upon in his life, it was such an intense gaze. You gently placed your fingers against his wrist, finding that aura was preventing you before you softened your touch, fingers landing upon his skin and beginning to caress his pulse, feeling Loki’s arms wrap around your waist from behind as you did so, his hands gliding over your hips and sides, igniting a fire in you.

He seemed entertained by your keen efforts to place your fingertips upon his skin. It only made you gasp when he lunged forwards, pushing your back against Loki’s chest as his lips met your jaw, his breath hot beneath your ear. It seemed that the aura wasn’t a constant and you wondered how it filtered out wanted and unwanted touch.

Your thoughts weren’t on that trail for very long as his mouth was soon on yours, leaving you confused as you could still feel lips upon your neck, bringing you to the realisation that it was Loki who was now trailing wet kisses along your pulse and it made you whine into Day’s mouth, you were already becoming lost in the touches of these two men.

Day gently pulled at your lower lip as Loki’s hands cupped just beneath your breasts, nipping at the nape of your neck and making a moan slip past your lips, giving Day the chance to lick into your mouth. Your body felt hot as it melted between these two tall men, their hands caressing your body and you ached for the barrier of your Asgardian clothing to be removed so that they had access to your skin. A hand was hiking up the skirt of your dress and it made heat pool in your core to not know whose hand it was.

Day’s head dipped down to kiss the patch of skin that was exposed above your left breast and you turned your head to meet Loki’s familiar lips instead, fighting to dominate the kiss with a cheeky smile before he grabbed your cheeks, pulling back enough to glare into your eyes. You gave him a little giggle just before his lips crashed onto yours again and you let him take control, already plotting some of the things that you had in store for the two men that evening.

“Behave.” Loki murmured lowly between hot kisses, taking a moment to suck your tongue into his mouth before his lips were slanting down your jaw. You dismissed the command with a hum.

“How trained are these courtesans, Day?” You mused, letting your head fall back against Loki’s shoulder, feeling the metal and buckles of his armour press to your back through the soft fabric of your pale brown and copper dress.

“Thoroughly,” You could feel his breath against your skin that was now damp with his hot kisses, “they are servants to the Empire’s every wish and whim, after all. Which is how you shall refer to me.” You tilted your head back with a smirk that only grew at his added comment looking down your nose at the Emperor.

“All the more reason for me to misbehave, I think. Some variety will be good for you.” He froze at your words and it made you slide your hands up his chest, able to get a little feel at the muscle beneath his collared shirt. It must have been while Loki was kissing you that he had pushed his sleeves up to his elbows because such a thing certainly wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by you beforehand. You admired how strong his arms looked before your eyes came back up to his face which still looked rather shocked. “What? Not used to having someone not kneel down and worship you, Empire.” The last word took on a tinge of a mocking tone and you became aware of Loki undoing the sash of the dress that wrapped over your right shoulder and tucked into the belt at your waist.

“Don’t be afraid to put her in her place.” Loki spoke as he wrapped his hand suddenly around your neck, showing Day just what he meant. The touch made you press your thighs together as his grip on your throat sent a rippling sensation down towards your pussy.

“I think it would be good for him to have something different to what he’s used to, a woman who knows what she wants.” You quipped back and Day’s expression of surprise began melding into anticipation.

“Don’t put yourself on a pedestal, you know that you’re just a brat.” Loki clicked his tongue as he loosened the belt that was at your waist, tossing it to the floor and pulling at the sash again. You smiled with a hum.

“Oh, but you love that about me.” You had no idea if Day was a dominating partner like Loki could be but a good part of you hoped so. Another thing that you had in common with your lover: you had a knack for enjoying getting yourself into certain kinds of trouble. You squealed as he pinched your inner thigh, the pain short-lived but sharp and your lips jutted into a pout, knowing all too well that he wasn’t letting these little quips slide just so he could have the chance to show the Emperor the little ways in which he could punish you.

You turned around to face him, propping yourself up on your knees, cupping his face in your hands and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Your aim here was to tease Day, arching your back as you leaned into Loki and spreading your thighs apart just slightly, the skirt of your dress falling back down over your legs and jutting your hips out within his reach.

Your hands trailed down to begin stripping Loki of his golden armour, fingers fumbling with various buckles and straps, your breath shuddering as you felt Day push your dress up past your hips, hearing a low groan of approval at the sight of your ass, barely covered by your white lace panties.

You were pushing pieces of armour from Loki’s torso, tossing them aside to the floor with your belt and sash, eagerly wanting access to the sight of his pale skin and lean body. You could feel Day’s hands pushing the dress further up your body and you trailed your lips down to his jaw, feeling the way his hand in your hair tightened as you made it your mission to leave a mark there. You took a moment to mourn the fact that you wouldn’t be able to leave the same kinds of marks on Day but an eagerness bubbled up within you as you wondered if he would simply make up for the loss by marking you instead. You adored seeing the aftermath of what Loki could do to you and having their shared bruises, bites and scratches upon your skin would be a beautiful souvenir to leave the Empire with.

The Emperor’s hands ran over the curve of your waist to slide up your front, cupping your breasts beneath your dress, his forearms holding the fabric out of the way and you found your resolve faltering at the way his fingers went straight to plucking at your nipples after feeling the weight of your soft flesh in his palms for a moment.

“Day…” You sighed out and Loki laughed at the high gasp that was torn from your lungs at the crack of that very man’s palm against the softness of your ass.

“That’s not what you should be calling me.” You peered over your shoulder to see eyes darkened with lust and twinkling with delight and the sight almost made your knees feel weak. He wasn’t used to facing any problems with taking what he wanted in the bedroom, used to utterly compliant partners who want nothing for themselves, he was eager to see how far the two of you could push each other for your wants.

“Sorry, Empire.” Your tone was sincere but he didn’t miss your little grin as you turned back to Loki, intent on exposing his chest to your hungry eyes still. You got to his final layer and greedily pulled it over his head, the Prince lifting his arms to allow you to do so. The moment the shirt hit the floor, your fingers landed at the base of his slender neck, trailing across defined collarbones. You splayed your palms across alabaster skin and pushed them downwards over his elegantly defined muscle, pushing down and sighing contentedly, leaning in to trail hot kisses across his collarbones.

Meanwhile, Day was pulling you to lean back a little more with his hands upon your breasts still, coaxing you to sit upright and lift your arms as the fabric of the dress was bunched higher and higher up your body, feeling it slip over your head. Your hair went with it, being caught in the clothing before spilling behind your shoulders again. Day pulled you back against his body, fingertips gently tracing paths up your spread inner thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder so that he could take in his sight of your body from this angle. You could hear his low groan against your ear and it turned you on to know that he approved of what he saw. Loki was equally pleased with the sight, his tongue skimming over his teeth while his eyes raked over your figure; Loki’s expression filled you with butterflies as much as desire. He still adored the sight of you after all the times you had been laid bare to him and it made you feel beautiful in a way that words couldn’t convey.

Wanting to see just how pleased Day was, you reached a hand back and fumbled around with the blue fabric of his clothing, finding the hem of his shirt and skimming your fingers over his lower abdomen. You dipped your fingers past the waistband of his pants and began to palm his half-hard cock, your chest heaving with a breath at feeling the size of him in your hand, undeniably thick.

He groaned and a hand came to slide down to your hip, holding you in place as he lightly bucked his hips up into your touch. Loki leaned forwards to lavish kisses across your breasts, his hands paying them equal attention as Day’s continued to skim across your bare thighs, making you whine when he seemed to refuse to touch your aching pussy. Loki pushed you back against the Emperor’s muscular body as his lips trailed further down and you thought of all the things his notorious ‘silvertongue’ had done to you in the past.

Eager to feel the wet muscle against where you needed him the most, you tangled your hands in his ebony hair with a whine, gently pushing him down but he reached for your wrists and pried them from his head.

“Patience.” He chastised with a smile, eyes flickering behind you to meet the dark blue hues of Day’s, a dark grin teasing at his lips. “Hold her arms back, won’t you?” You opened your mouth to protest, believing that you had done nothing to warrant being restrained but when Day’s hands wrapped around your wrists and tugged them behind your back, guiding one of your hands back to his cock as his lips landed at your neck. As you began to stroke him, thumb swiping over his weeping head, he moaned against your bare neck and you could feel it in his chest from behind you. You twisted your wrists in an attempt to free yourself, wanting to strip him of his bright blue clothing but he simply smiled against your skin when you failed and held you tighter.

Meanwhile, Loki was shifting your weight so that you could stretch your legs out in front of you, making you shift down Day’s chest as you were no longer on your knees. You bit down on your lip as Loki’s long, slender fingers dancing lightly down the softness of your thighs, making you want to press them together but he easily pushed them apart once more.

Your bare breasts heaved with breath at the feeling of these two men holding you in the position they desired, feeling a new wave of wetness between your legs. Pouting at Loki for the lack of attention to your core, you instead looked up to Day, craning your neck to meet your lips in a kiss but, instead, his lidded eyes looked down at you as you continued to stroke his cock behind your back.

“I think our host is far too overdressed, my love.” You hummed to your partner but never once broke eye contact with the Emperor.

“And what exactly are you going to do about it with your hands pinned, darling?” Loki smirked against your thigh, teeth grazing against your plush flesh. Your head snapped down to glare at him, debating your next move mentally as he seemed content enough to simply tease you with almost-not-there kisses against the insides of your legs.

Deciding you would simply endure whatever repercussions came next, you spun in place, one leg going over Loki’s head so that you could turn to face Day but gasped as you only made it halfway, the grip on your arm stilling you and making you fall - rather unceremoniously - on your side. You’d managed to break out of Loki’s hold like this once or twice before but it seemed that you had underestimated the Emperor, looking up at him with an expression that conveyed both your nerves and want for forgiveness. You were met with a slow smile but it was not one of kindness, it was one of luck, knowing that you had given him a chance to push you a little more.

You retracted your hand from the waistline of his trousers, using it to hold some more of your weight up, hearing Loki’s low laugh from behind you as his hands caressed your clothed pussy from behind, humming in delight at the fact you’d already soaked through the lace. You whined at the light touch, your clothing acting as a buffer to his touch and you craved it in its entirety.

Your eyes dropped to Day’s lips then further down to the outline of his hardened cock straining against his clothes. You gasped when a hand grasped the back of your neck and pushed your head down so that you were now eye-level with what had just been fixating on. You had no idea whose hand it was and you only moaned at that, unable to move your head enough to see whose it was.

“Fitting, as you were looking so hungrily.” The Emperor, making you assume that it was his tanned fingers curling in your hair but he then grabbed your wrists, leading your hands up to his waistband again. You pushed it down just enough to free his cock and you bit your lip, moaning at the sight: slightly shorter and yet thicker than Loki’s. You parted your lips and lightly licked over his head eagerly, humming as you softly sucked it into your mouth to taste the flavour of his salty precum on your tongue. You released him from your mouth to press wet kisses along the length of him before moving back to suck him into your mouth, glancing up at him through your lashes and seeing that he seemed to hold that composure which had barely faltered in the short time that you’d known him.

You were determined to break it.

You hummed lowly against him as you gradually took more of him in your mouth, keeping your pace and progress tauntingly slow as you began to bob your head while Loki manoeuvred you onto your knees. You couldn’t help but moan around him when the Prince pushed your panties aside, exposing your drenched core to the cool air and his even cooler fingers swiped through your wetness, letting out a pleased groan. The feeling of him touching you where you needed attention the most, paired with the slick noise and the sound of his groan, had you moaning around the Emperor and you eased up on your slow pace in eagerness to show that you could earn each pleasurable touch they would bestow upon you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when Loki sank a finger into you, breathing heavily through your nose and curling your fingers tightly into the bottom of Day’s shirt.

“Such an eager cunt…” He hummed from behind you and you knew that he was trying to distract you from the task at hand. Mostly out of spite, you doubled down your efforts, gagging a little but figuring out what worked best for you soon enough, beginning to hollow out your cheeks around him. However, you were stopped by the feeling of fingers tangling in your hair, tight against your head and stilling your movements. You expected Day to begin moving his hips against your face but no such action came, only words from your lover: “She’ll try to pull away otherwise.” The thought of him holding your head down to keep the Emperor’s cock in your mouth made you moan and your pussy fluttered against his finger before he withdrew it entirely and suddenly it was plunging back into you, joined by a second cold finger. They began a quick assault on the sensitive spot within your hot walls, curling downwards harshly and Loki had been right to hold you in place as you were more than certain you would have pulled off right away to catch the breath that had been knocked from your lungs.

Day’s fingers rested lightly underneath your chin and your eyes flickered up to meet his own and you began to suck down on him once more, even despite being unable to move your head. You reached up to try and open the front of shirt but couldn’t quite figure out that the buttons were under a seam of fabric and so you reached for his hips instead, coaxing him to fuck your mouth if you couldn’t move your head. He indulged you and you hummed sweetly around him, scrunching your eyes in pleasure when Loki regained your attention with another hand snaking under you to caress your clit with his thumb. You whined around the cock in your mouth as you felt yourself nearing that edge, your thighs tensing before the hand in your hair pulled you upright suddenly, making you yelp at the tug before you fell back against Loki’s body, panting for breath and whining at the loss of his fingers within you.

Day seemed pleased with the sight of your body in this position, eyeing you up the way a starved man would to a feast.

“Why don’t we get those off her?” The Emperor mused as his eyes landed on your ruined panties, the only piece of clothing left on your body besides your jewellery.

“Well?” Loki’s voice in your ear, “You heard him.” You flicked your tongue across your lower lip, aware of the saliva that had dripped down your chin when you were suddenly pulled off Day.

“I still didn’t get my kiss.” You tilted your head back a little, your eyes meeting the Emperor’s with defiance.

“What makes you think you deserve it?” His eyes narrowed as he leaned into you.

“I don’t need to deserve things, I want them.” You could hear Loki laugh behind you and he was tempted to intervene with your behaviour himself but he seemed as curious as you were to see how the Emperor would react.

“Ah, a woman after my own heart.” He smirked as his eyes raked over your body once more, “How about we compromise then? I remove something and so do you.”

“Oh, now that I can agree to.” You grinned, reaching for the edge of your panties and hooking your thumbs into the waistband, doing nothing more until he began to unbutton his shirt, pushing them down as he shrugged out of the article of clothing. His muscles were about as defined as Loki’s, but he was broader in his torso and had tanned skin. Though, what caught your attention was the fact that he had no belly button whatsoever. An amused smile tugged at your lips as you assumed that it must be due to the fact he’s a clone. The joke was on the tip of your tongue and your sense of knowing better lost the debate in your mind as you grinned cheekily, eyes flickering between his blue hues and his abdomen, “So, did they grow you in a petri dish or…?”

There was a snort from Loki behind you who hid his face in your hair as he tried to recompose himself, not having expected your words at all as Day reached forwards to catch your face, a look of offence on his own though he was secretly thrilled by your behaviour. Never would a courtesan ever give him reason to act like this, to provoke emotions to feed his darkening lust as you did.

“I would watch my tongue if I were you…” He warned, fingers digging into your cheeks. Despite the way your lips were now jutting out at his grip, you still kept your sharp demeanour.

“Why me? You seemed to love watching my tongue a moment ago.” And you stuck it out for emphasis, a giggle building in your throat before it melted into a moan as Day crashed his lips onto yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth as his hand trailed downwards to splay across your throat. It was only broken when you felt the tip of Loki’s cock push into you, taking you by surprise as you had been losing yourself to the kiss.

You gasped out the demigod’s name against Day’s lips, one of your hands curling into the Emperor’s shoulders while the other reached back for Loki’s dark hair, turning your head to look up at him as he pushed further into you, making you shudder as your wet walls welcomed him in with a stretch. As you adjusted to the sudden intrusion, you raked your nails down the Emperor’s chest, aiding in your balance to stay upon your knees as the Prince behind you bruisingly gripped your hips.You moaned at the harsh pressure against your skin and sought to continue messily kissing Day as Loki began to thrust into you, slow but firm and hard, making you almost squeak out moans against Day’s mouth with each piston of your lover’s hips against yours.

One of Loki’s hands reached down to caress your clit and it had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails raking down the Emperor’s tanned skin as you let yourself go to the pleasure that Loki was giving you. When you were flushed and trembling, tight around your lover’s cock within you, you threw your head back against Loki’s shoulder, almost feeling ready to fall at the strong waves of pleasure that were swimming through your veins.

“Are you going to come?” The Prince behind you mused and all you could do was not your head, eyes fluttering to either shut or stay open, you were unsure. Loki’s hand wrapped around your throat and you knew it was a sign that you had to make sure you kept your eyes open. “Then beg him to let you come.” He spoke lowly in your ear and Day’s face lit up with a smug satisfaction.

“Please?” You whimpered out.

“Do you deserve it?” He threw back, echoing your earlier words and you could have kicked yourself, “Because wanting it won’t be enough right now.”

“Please, Empire, I’m begging you. I need it, please.” There was a moan from Loki behind you at hearing your pleas and it spurred him on, making it all the more harder for you to put off your release, “Let me come for the two of you, Empire, please.” Your voice broke in desperation and you knew you’d been bested at your own game, “I’ll behave, I swear, please let me come.”

“I’ll hold you to your word.” Fingertips caressing your cheek before roughly tangling in your hair, pulling your head back against Loki’s shoulder once more. “Go on.” And you came apart with a cry, legs trembling as hot waves of pleasure washed over you, quickly feeling yourself be removed from Loki and forced into the Emperor’s arms. The Prince was panting heavily and had yet to have his own release, having pushed you from him before he could.

“I won’t be holding back anymore should you break your promise, pet.” He panted as he looked over you, flushed and shaking, a light sheen over your skin. He rested back on the other end of the sofa as Day reclined with you leaning against his chest, Loki watching the two of you intently, fingers clearly itching to indulge himself but fighting the urge. He had no need to pleasure himself when all he needed was a little patience to have you do it for him. Day’s fingers squeezed the softness of your thighs harshly and you whined but were eager to take him within you after being torn from Loki just after hitting your high.

“How would you have me, Empire?” You drawled out against his throat, pressing a hot kiss there and craving to bite down but knowing better.

“Sit up.” He commanded lowly and you did so, trailing your fingers over the hills of his abdomen as you did so, his fingers easing up to caress your thighs instead. He groaned as he looked over your body and you were pleased to see that his hair had become quite dishevelled. His hands took your wrists and guided your fingertips up your body, placing your hands over your breasts and he splayed his hands over yours, dwarfing them as he cupped your breasts with both of your hands. “And don’t stop playing with yourself until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Empire.” There was a triumphant smile on his face and you knew a part of him was happy to feel as though he’d tamed a woman with more resolve than he’d shared a bed with before. Part of him longed now for the space of the beds of Gossamer court, his own being a single for the reason that it was not intended to be shared. He was certain it could open more opportunities for himself, you and Loki but there was little point in thinking it over too much. He reached down as you began to palm your soft flesh and pluck at your hardened nipples, feeling the head of his cock slowly breech you, watching for your reaction.

He was more than pleased at the way your lips parted with a soft moan and the way that you were absolutely drenched from being fucked by Loki, made to come by the Prince and allowed to come by the Emperor. His hands landed at your hips and snaked further up, behind your shoulders and then over them, his hold firm. His eyes seemed to flicker back to Loki for a moment before he thrust up into you, his grip giving you no room to move and meaning that you had to take all of what he was giving you. You cried out and threw your head back, not forgetting the Emperor’s order to continue teasing your breasts, only enhancing the pleasure he was giving you.

The force of his thrusts was almost dizzying and your chin fell against your chest for a moment as you looked down at where your bodies met, only for it to be pulled back again by Loki’s hand in your hair. He had come to stand beside you now, slowly stroking himself as he kept your head in place.

“Look at him.” The Prince spoke, licking his lips at the sight of you being so thoroughly fucked and letting his eyes linger against your lips that were parted to make way for your stream of moans, whimpers and panting breaths. You held eye contact with Day whose brows were furrowed in pleasure as he held you to take the full force of his hips pistoning against yours. You could feel heat flooding your body and you relaxed your hands against your breasts to try and ease yourself a little, simply feeling the weight of the soft flesh in your palms.

You felt Loki’s grip ease up a little and so you used it as a chance to turn your head towards him, being eye-level with his cock that was still covered with your wetness. In a silent request, you stuck your tongue out and the Prince let out a ragged sigh at your want to please him. His fingers detangled from your hair to cup the back of your head instead, urging you to take him without any teasing beforehand.

Day groaned at the sight of you taking him so well while your lips wrapped around Loki’s cock too and he took one of your hands in his, guiding it down to between your legs before his hand returned to your shoulder.

“Touch yourself while you take us.” His tone came out edged with a moan and you wondered if that composure which he still clung to would be lost or not when he reached his peak. You moaned around Loki as you bobbed your head over him, taking him as deep as you could and hollowing your cheeks around him, making no effort to create a quiet job of it. You rubbed circles over your clit and brought your other hand away from your breast to stroke along the remaining length of Loki that you couldn’t take into your mouth.

He pulled away from you but you kept your mouth open, tongue just prodding past your lips as he laid the head of his cock against the wet muscle, quickly stroking himself to completion and you curled your tongue upwards as the last of his ropes of cum spilled into your mouth and began to drip from your tongue. Fingers beneath your chin forced you to tilt your head back as you swallowed, fixing your eyes on Loki’s as you swallowed, sticking your tongue out to show him what you had done.

However, your hand had stilled over your clit in your effort to bring Loki to his orgasm and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge. The Prince reached down to replace your hand with his own, his other hand coming to firmly grasp the soft flesh of your ass behind you and you tried to jolt upwards at the sudden pleasure but Day’s grip on you was keeping you in place and you found that you were unable to stave off your orgasm any longer.

The hand over your clit was quick to clamp over your mouth and you could only assume that it was because you were being much louder than intended but you simply let Loki muffle your moans as Day sought his own release in yours, more than happy to surrender to the two men.

You felt Day pull you down onto him in one final thrust, a warmth filling you as you fought the urge to simply collapse in exhaustion. There were some words exchanged between the Prince and the Emperor but you soon felt your body being moved and by the time you opened your eyes, you were settled across Loki’s lap while Day was sitting up. The Emperor’s hands ran up your calves and set them across his own lap as you laid, spent, against Loki’s chest, panting.

You brought a hand up to gently tap against your lover’s chest twice, letting your eyes fall closed again.

“I think now would be a good time for magic.” You hummed. Loki often cleaned the two of you up with his magic after sex and it was a nice comfort from when their was neither time nor energy for a bath. You felt cool pinpricks of magic wash over you and suddenly you were clean of any fluids that had been making you uncomfortable, as were the two men who you sat with.

“That was something you left out about Asgardians.” Day noted with a look of disbelief.

“Not all of us have it.” Loki replied simply, a hand caressing your hair as you allowed your head to loll against his shoulder. “Heimdall should be back by now…”

“I think I’m going to miss the Empire…” You mused, hearing a quiet laugh from Day.

“The man or the place?”

“I’m only acquainted with one, am I not?” You threw back with a smile teasing the corner of your lips.

The three of you had rested for a little while longer before dressing once more. A part of you was tempted to remark on how you would enjoy a repeat some day but thought that it would be better to discuss the matter with Loki alone first before suggesting such a thing. For this, you were thankful when Day spoke for you:

“You are welcome to return whenever you please, though I’m sure you understand that I might not always be available or I may be off-planet from time to time.” The Emperor spoke and when your eyes met Loki’s, the two of you shared a familiar look. One that said you would just adore using the bifrost behind Heimdall’s back again if it meant that this would not be your last night with Brother Day.

From there, Loki called for Heimdall to bring the two of you back to Asgard and you both accepted the lecture on not using the bifrost knowing full well that you would be breaking that rule again soon enough.

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 3 years ago

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I'm kind of a casual mcu fan and i always had this question, isn't much of Loki's tragic backstory mostly a fanon? We know Odin didn't tell him that he was adopted which was wrong and probably had a bad impact on him and i think it was implied that Odin favored Thor over Loki so that was unpleasant and invalidating for him as well, not to mention Asgardians (or just the royals?) considering his real race people to be monstrous. But other than that i don't think he had been really that oppressed

Oh boy, where do I start. (This going to get long, fair warning)

It's important to keep in mind that abuse and mistreatment can be physical but also psychological and emotional, all 3 are awful and have lasting effects on people. Just because a person isn't being beaten it doesn't mean they're not being abused.

The real tragedy of Loki is that everything he went through was psychological and emotional, and it affected him greatly. His self-image, his self-esteem, the way he understands love and life, his beliefs about other beings (and ultimately himself) are all a consequence of his upbringing and Odin's indoctrination. When you say he wasn't that oppressed the thing is he shouldn't have been discriminated against at all. There are no acceptable grades of discrimination or oppression.

But let's go one by one:

Odin never told him he had been adopted.

For starters, adoption is too nice a word to describe what happened there. Loki had been left in the temple, Odin showed up and took him. We only know what Odin said in the first movie so we have to go by his word (which is not ideal because even though I love that man he was a pathological liar). Why did he take him? Was it because he took pity in that baby, because he didn't want him to die? No, he took him for a purpose: he wanted to raise him as his own, under Asgardian values, so that one day he would send him back to Jotunheim to rule. I do believe he ended up loving Loki eventually but as I always say it's not enough to love someone, it's how you love them that matters, and he loved him the wrong way.

Odin knew what Loki was and he knew he would go back someday, so why get in his head that the Jotuns were monsters? That takes me to your next point.

Odin favoured Thor over Loki

I think he lied to him and treated him as lesser than to incite what most narcissistic parents do to their children: triangulation. I know you're probably thinking this all is fanon but you see, in the first movie it is shown so clearly. Not told, it is shown. But most people choose to reject it because we don't have a literal quote when it is said "Loki, we're mistreating you and abusing you".

From Thor's "Know your place, brother", to Heimdall speaking over him, to the servant laughing at his expense, to Odin shushing him, to Volstagg mocking him, to the guard ignoring his order to warn Odin of their departure to Jotunheim. Movies tell many stories simultaneously and they don't always have the time to tell us everything so they have to show tiny bits of narrative in small doses, gestures where Loki looks hurt but stays silent, when he looks down and takes a step back, when his voice is low as he's speaking to his family or the many occasions where he's in the same room as Thor and Odin but he never says a word.

The Asgardians considering the Jotuns as monsters

Again, this is Odin's doing. But most importantly: when you say the Asgardians saw them that way you better include Loki in there too because he also considered them monsters. And if you add to that the way he had been mistreated his whole life, his brother favoured over him despite both of them being princes, his feelings of inadequacy and his desire to belong... link that to him finding out he's one of those monsters he had been told to fear as a child. At that point he has absolutely nothing to hold on to, not his people (if they knew the truth they'd fear him, reject him, hate him), not his brother (cast out), not his mother (she had been lying to him), not his father (at the time currently sleeping).

He's completely and utterly alone, with no one to turn to, with the added pressure of the throne and at the brink of war. Unsure of who or what he is, with an uncertain future ahead (what will happen when Odin awakes? Will he be cast out as well? Taken to the dungeons or sent to Jotunheim? He knew Odin loved Thor and he banished him, what won't Odin do with him, the kid he didn't love all that much?). So he does what he thinks is best but that's still not enough: Sif and the Warriors 3 don't accept his status as King (even though the line of succession fell to him legitimately) and Heimdall betrays him. And in the end Odin still tells him "no". No, you're not enough. No, you're not one of us.

So when you say "Odin didn't love him as much as Thor" it sounds a little too simplistic a take because there's so much more to it than that. Actions don't come in a vacuum and Loki's upbringing affected absolutely everything in his adulthood: he still thinks he's not enough, he still thinks he has nothing good in him, he still believes love is conditional as to how useful he can be to those around him, he still feels inclined to engage in toxic relationships (as shown in the series, except the show paints this as a good thing when it's not).

The problem is the MCU has actively refused to allow him to express himself so he can say all this so we're left with analyzing gestures and certain words and actions in order to read him. This is one of the many complaints I have about the show (and the movies in general): everyone around him defines him and describes him but he's never allowed to define and describe himself.

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charnelhouse · 3 years ago

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🔥🔥 Char(mander) 🔥🔥

In your humble opinion, do you see our beloved Thor being able to handle spicy food? Is he the type to eat a Carolina Reaper just because he can (and he wants to show off) or is he the type who says he can eat spice but ends up with teary eyes and a sore tongue you need to kiss better.😌

Is this random? Yes. Have I been thinking about this to procrastinate from writing? Also yes.

Love you! ❤️

A/N: Thor Odinson x F!Reader. Mentions of sex. floof. omg I took this idea and RAN. I used this gif BC it kind of lewks like he ate something spicy.

They’d been on a mission: you, Thor, Natasha, and Sam. The trip home had been peaceful enough up until Sam and Thor had started pouting about the cramped backseat.

This is dumb. Stark owns a jet.

I can fly.

There's not enough AC back here.

I could call Heimdall.

If you play the Greatest Showman soundtrack ONE more time.

What's wrong with it? I like it.

You would.

What's that supposed to mean, Wilson?

They'd fully worked themselves up into full-blown whining and only shut up once you said Nat would stop at the next restaurant.

It’s one of those barbecue joints off the highway. All wood panels and seeping smoke and the scent of oak and hickory and hot meat. Most of the tables are just picnic benches outside. Paper napkins and plastic cutlery. The sun burns the nape of your neck as you lean against Thor's heavy shoulder.

Around them is nothing but flat landscape and weighted blue sky and the crawl of an Indian summer breeze. It's kind of nice, though. It's almost normal.

The restaurant - if you can call it that - is fucking good. The food is dry-rubbed and slow-smoked as you eat pieces of brisket on top of potato salad and pickles and square-cut white bread. Sam stuffs two juicy-thick links into his mouth at once without chewing. You’re ready to tease him with a lewd comment until you glance at your boyfriend who is housing four of them.

“This is delicious,” Nat remarks as she spoons syrupy peach cobbler onto her tongue.

“Need more rice,” Sam grunts while scraping at his near-clean plate.

“Ribs,” Thor growls before standing up and going back inside. You are already sure he's going to clear out the rest of their food for the next week.

“Didn't he already eat like three racks of ribs?”

You shrug. “He’s a hungry boy.”

Nat cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah,” she smiles. “We could tell.”

You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You grab your beer and take a heavy sip - the liquid is cold and hoppy as it slips down your throat. You wouldn't mind getting a little drunk - just enough to help you pass out in the backseat of the SUV. You'd barely gotten any sleep last night.

"We could hear you."

“The motel walls were thin,” Sam clarifies.

You choke - splashing your thin shirt with beer.

Nat presses a hand to her chest before she opens her mouth: “Oh fuck - Thor - fuck right there - right there - oh you’re SO big -”

“I did not say that!”

“Yeah,” Sam laughs. “And then Thor was all does that feel good my pretty one - i bet that feels so good - now call me daddy while I tear that ass up.”

“Okay - Thor has never asked me to call him that, Wilson.”

“Whatever - you two were getting into some kinky shit,” He stabs more meat before gesturing it at you wildly. “I was jealous.”

“Yeah - invite us next time,” Nat says.

“Really?”

“No.’

Sam’s head snaps to Nat. “Speak for yourself, Romanoff.”

Thor bursts back out onto the patio balancing four trays. He’s in jeans and a white tank - his muscles gleaming beneath a faint coating of sweat. The other patrons watch as he moves through the tables - broad and large and golden. His blonde hair is tied up in a low ponytail and when he spots you, his lips peel back into a handsome grin. You’re stupidly in love with him.

It’s almost disgusting.

He plops down next to you - shaking the entire table. He grabs you roughly by the shoulder and kisses your cheek. He’s in a far better mood now that he’s eaten. “I have news, friends.”

“Hmm?”

“They had this sauce for the wings that they said no man can handle and I said that I’m no mortal man and they said if I eat this whole basket we get it for free!”

“We charged it all to Stark already,” Nat reminds.

Thor frowns. “Well - I’m still trying it.”

You pat his arm gently. “You do that, baby.”

The wings are bright red and you’re certain they’d burn your tastebuds off. You don’t know Asgardian food though. You don’t know if he’s used to spice or if it’ll even affect him.

“I’d be careful, man,” Sam pokes his fork into the basket with a suspicious gaze. “That shit is no joke and I grew up in Louisiana.”

“Does Asgard have spicy food?” Nat asks.

“Of course!” Thor exclaims as he sinks his teeth into a wing before speaking through a mouthful of chicken. “You know - we had nuts with spices on them and stews - and -”

He blinks a few times before his lips part - his face beginning to grow rosy. Water pools beneath his lashes as he sniffs. He drops the wing and it rolls off the table into the dusty concrete.

Both Sam and Natasha sport matching expressions. Their eyes wide as their mouths open in realization.

“Thor,” you murmur as you curl his hair back over his ear to see him better. He turns to you and he looks fucked - his nose leaking as his breath catches in his throat. He sniffs again and smears the back of his hand across his brow just as you yell: Wait! Don’t!

“Fucking hells,” he howls out as his eyes turn pink - the skin around them beginning to swell and twitch. Nat runs back into the restaurant to hopefully find milk or ice cream or anything while Sam just stares at him with a horrified expression.

Thor plants his hands on the table and there is the faint surge of power in the air - the taste of ozone and a spark of electricity around his knuckles and you can’t have him light this whole damn place up. You need to distract him or soothe him in some way. You grab him roughly by the face, your thumb sweeping through the tears that are trailing down his cheeks and catching in his beard.

You squeeze his jaw before yanking him down to you and smashing his mouth to yours. You devour his lips like that - your tongue sliding behind his teeth with frantic urgency. You’re licking at the spice and the tang and it’s all beginning to burn and it’s probably not doing shit for him, but at least it’s taking his mind off turning into a full lightning bolt in the middle of the damn state.

He moans softly and you’re not sure if it’s from you or the pain overwhelming him, but finally you have to come up for air and so you release him. Your mouth hurts - your nose stuffed full and achy with the lingering toxic venom of that stupid Carolina reaper heat.

He blinks at you stunned just as Nat rushes back to the table with a carton of ice cream and a glass of milk. She thrusts it into Thor’s hands and he chugs the whole thing - white liquid dripping into his dark beard and staining his shirt.

You snatch the ice cream from her and heave a healthy spoonful into your mouth. You’d only gotten the spice secondhand, but still - it fucking stings - feels as if you’d gotten punched in the sinuses.

“You okay, dude?” Sam asks while he quietly snags another rib from Thor’s plate.

Thor nods as he wipes at his chin. “Wasn’t - uh - too terrible,” he coughs. He turns toward you, leaning forward until his nose knocks against your own so he can clumsily kiss you. “That was so sweet of you.”

You shrug - your tongue slightly numb from the cold ice cream.

“I’ll pay you back later, my love,” he grins - wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He picks up another wing before you smack it out of his hands.

“Eat that and you’re not putting that tongue anywhere near my vagina."

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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All This Hassle, and What For?

Pairing | Loki Laufeyson x reader

Summary | getting taken hostage, along with Loki, is far more amusing than ever intended to be, despite it leaving your captors anything but impressed.

Warnings | kidnapping, mentions of depression, swearing, implied smut, innuendos

Based off this tiktok. All original rights to the plot go back to the creator.

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Opening your aching eyes, you found yourself to be in a large room, there were plenty of feet stood at your eye level, and such a sight made you frown. You certainly didn’t remember being knocked out, but who would, the exposure to unconsciousness was most likely sudden.

But nevertheless, you raised your head, glaring up at those whom had captured you. As your eyes scoured the room, your eyes landed promptly on the god of mischief, who had his hands bound and shackled in chains, and by Odin, did he look good.

However, your attraction the man who once reigned terror down upon New York wasn’t the focus now, and so you licked your lips, and kicked the nearest guard in the leg. He stumbled, the noise loud enough to draw the attention of all others, and you were pleased to stifle a laugh. Loki frowned at your behaviour, knowing that this was not the way that you were trained to be an avenger, but it was clear that you were no longer on earth, so human pleasantries did not apply here.

“And by the gods, who in the galactic council’s name do you think you are?” The closest asked, wrapping his large hand through your hair, and tugging your face up to stare up at him, wanting you to be treated as the lesser being he thought you as.

“Actually, he’s the god.” Tilting your head, you diverted it towards Loki, who squinted feebly at your answer. “But I think you already knew that, since you have him rattled in metal. Just a word of advice, rumour has it that he likes to be restrained in such ways; really, you’re doing him a favour, and you may just earn yourself a big tip.”

You sent a wink up at the commander, watching with inward joy as he grimaced at your development within your speech. “Quite a nice sight, to see him so vulnerable and at someone’s mercy, so thank you general.”

Sending him a smile, he huffed, whilst Loki tried his darnedest to contain an amused grin. It wouldn’t be the first occasion that you had made suggestions regarding the new troop of the avengers; even when he was around causing mischief, (which he still tended to do), there were always words said that gained the god’s intrigue.

Tony at the time, and to this day, despite him being a part of the heroic team, which Thor was ‘inclined’ to drag him into, thought nothing more than disgust at your meaningful jokes. In his words, ‘you two may as well screw so we don’t have to listen to anymore of this dirty banter, you in regards to reindeer games’.

How you wished right now, preached silently even, that Tony could bare to listen again, so that he could send in the team whom could deal with these aliens that were keeping your imprisoned. But all communications were cut, and that just left you and Loki.

By no means did you doubt if Loki got the chance to escape, he would leave you. It was in his nature to do so, but if you could pose a lack of threat, they may loosen up on their efficiency in guarding you. After all, Loki was the one they wanted, not you. And then, both of you could get away from this galactic nonsense.

“Humans.” The general huffed, causing you to grimace as the stench of his breath wafted through the air, and hit your nose. “You all think that you are so special, but when it comes down to it, those who are not from your planet do not care. Loki here, this god, does not care about you little one. And he never will.”

“That’s okay with me, because I don’t care about him either. It’d called self preservation.” You informed your captor, noticing Loki staring across at you with an icy gaze. Who were you kidding? Of course you cared about the god, but right now, you would do anything to get out of this predicament.

“Aw would you look at that.” The feet moved back towards the main reward of their capture, staring down at the green eyed trickster with mocking eyes. “This woman has attitude just like yours, if either of you cared, I’d call it a match made in Asgard.” A laugh bellowed from the wide chest of the being, finding his own comedy quite humorous.

“Excuse me, I’m way out of his league!” You pretended to be offended, bringing your hands that were free of restraint to your chest. They thought not to tie you down as they did to him, after all, you were nothing but a midguardian. That was their mistake. “What’d you want with old horse shagger over there anyways? Don’t be alarmed, but he actually does some kind of good now, even if it be out of his own self interest.”

A heavy sigh fell on deaf ears, as the protector of space glanced unsurely between the pair of you. “He has the tesseract, and I wish to take it from his slippery hands, he cannot be trusted with such a powerful source of energy.” His words bellowed a laugh of absolute surprise from your mouth, earning a frown from those keeping you hear, and a cock of the head from the god of mischief.

It was clear that not only was he confused by your supple, yet somewhat pleasant burst of amusement, but he was also in the dark about what in the Hela this predominant being was speaking of. Yes, he had had the tesseract at one point , however, no longer was it in his untrustworthy grasp.

Thanos had taken ownership over it, after killing many of the people that he had saved from the events of Ragnarok. It was not just some energy source, it had been an infinity stone all along, tricking the eyes of elders and the young to believe that it was nothing more than a harbouring of power. But it had indeed been the space stone, and it was taken from him, in exchange for saving Thor’s life.

The Guardians of the Galaxy had found the pair of them upon the aftermath of the wreckage, taking them in, amongst plans of taking Thanos down. It had been a failure, up until the avengers went back in time, going to their past that would not affect their future, so that they could reverse the affects the Titan had brought upon earth and everywhere else.

During that time, Loki had nurtured his brother, watching as he fell apart with the responsibility of their people, and collapsed into a spiral of depression. You had also been there for Thor, doing your best to take the drink away from the bulky god, but to no avail did you manage to succeed. And so, during those tormenting five years, you and Loki would sit side by side, both basking silently in your failures.

“I thought you guys’d know everything, but I guess that you and your highness are stuck in one time line; all of them. But for us humans and every lesser being, there are multiple, and that Loki that stole the tesseract, yet I say again, is one much different. And we are on the search for him, to stop his disruption and crossing over of the times!” An exonerated, and audible exhale of air left you after your little speech.

Loki smirked, at the premise of you protecting him with the admission of the truth. But he couldn’t help but feel a feeling of warmth flutter within his immortal insides, it was rather a nice feeling he realised. “He is quite difficult to catch, we have been tracking him since the time heist went sideways.”

“That’s because he’s you!” You pointedly exclaimed, unable to pin some of the blame upon the god himself. Sure, in recent times he had changed, and was much different from back when he wanted all mortals to kneel before him (which you’d willingly do if it ever came to that, though you’d never tell him under which circumstances that would be), but at the end of the day, that had been him once!

The tricks and the lies still remained, but he had found a reason to thrive, and a long and enduring career that he was well at tackling. Often, he made out being an avenger, despite the government’s rouse of concern, to be a bore, and that he had far better things to do. But he stayed, with a light in his eyes, and continued following along with the heroic traditions, breaking a few rules here and there.

“Dear, why do you always have to put the blame upon me? I was not the one who decided to put that green dye within your shampoo, but I’ll have to admit, did you look so enrapturing.” He was running a ploy, dragging out the time that you spent bantering in hopes of something happening.

Unlike Heimdall, he did not have foresight, but it was a requirement whilst the pair of you were on your expediting mission, that you check in with the base, via the comms that had cracked under brutal feet. And so, he spoke, with the promise that you’d return the conversation and leave all others in the room confused with your meaningless discussion.

“I did, didn’t I?” You asked, to which he hummed in reply, lightly nodding his head, as his feline eyes ran up your body, paying ample attention to how your limbs were free, unlike his own. “But I’d say fine sir, that the blame is down to Clint, and if I’m correct, may we kick his ass as soon as we get back home?”

“Of course we can my beloved-“ you froze at his choice of words, and it appears that he did too, suddenly realising his mistake. Gulping for a second he went to speak again, but the commander felt much inclined to but in, and stop the headache that was bubbling in his large head.

“Shut up; the pair of you!” His scolding made you feel as though you were in school over again, it was impossible not to drop your head down and try to contain your laughter. Loki too found such enjoyment in this predicament, sporting a cheshire grin to emit his emotions.

“I’m sorry, can you say that again? Maybe a just a tad louder?” You pinched your thumb and forefinger together to show how much, and it was clear that you were pissing this primal being off. He began towards you, and you were prepared to fight him, you were never one to back down, which was one feature upon the various reasons that Fury had initially recruited you.

Awaiting the first strike, you stood despite the others around you, your eyes wide open as you bravely stared up at your opponent. But before the fight could begin, a distant crash assumed preference in your ears, causing you to turn your head in the direction it had came from. And then, all of a sudden, a ship crashed through the dock, guns blazing from its side.

“What are you waiting for?” The distinct voice of Rocket asked, and obediently you ran through the terror, finding Loki already upon the ship, but then, he appeared behind you also. “Quill, get ready to go!”

Taking glances, you stared between the two practically identical copies, a light frown on your face. Both were restrained, yet the one that was seated beside Groot, whom was playing a game on some nineties device, was glaring up at the pair of you.

“An avenger, really?” The seated one laughed, mocking his once future self, as you felt the ship steer clear away from the scene. Your Loki quirked his brow, smirking at his self that had avoided the wars that he had chosen to fight upon earth.

“Yes, an avenger.” He responded, causing his other to languidly scoff. An ‘I am groot’ came from the tree, and it was uncertain in your spoken languages of what he had said, but either way, you were more intrigued by the conversation that was happening between the Loki’s. “And I’ll have you know, that she is infinitely more brave than you, you cower-some fool.”

“Oh, so we’re going there?” You asked, causing the pair to snap out of their mutual rivalry, and stare haphazardly at you. “No, don’t mind me, feel free to continue.”

“We’re not going to be unable to unbind your until we reach earth.” Gamora cut in, speaking to the Loki that you knew to be the original.

“That’s fine.” He nodded humbly, before casting his attention back at his alternate reflection. “And this woman, is not only an avenger. She was there for your brother when you were not.”

“Aw.” The other Loki smirked, almost cruelly. “So she’s your beloved?” He remarked rudely, and it seemed to break something within Loki, him wishing not to listen to the other version of himself. He decided he did not like him, and understand how you must have felt upon your initial meeting.

“Yes.” You went to speak, but instead, Loki stood before you, powerlessly pulling your face to his own, and colliding his lips upon yours. On impulse, you ravenously replied with much affection, clasping his jaw and allowing him entrance into your mouth. It earned a disgusted groan out of the Loki that had caused all this hassle.

“I hate to interrupt...” Rocket returned, after putting his gun down and having gone to the front of the ship with Quill, so that he could contact Stark. “But these may get those off.” He held a pair of golden pliers, that were far larger than his body. At the sight , you pulled away from Loki’s face for a moment, raising a brow.

“It’s fine, I think I want to keep them on.” You smirked, earning another sound of disapproval from Loki’s identical rival, pulling him back to your face. Wildly, he hummed into the cavern of your mouth, as the pair of you stumbled around on the spaceship.

“Bedrooms are down the hall to the right.” Nebula informed you, her voice monotone, and in turn, you dragged the god towards said direction, finally releasing all the tension that had been pent up through the years.

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Asgard's Bard- Chapter 3

TW Phobia of birds, swears, Heimdall not being in a heimdall x reader fic.

Summary: Odin got you a gift, how nice of him! Also PROBABLY musical historical inaccuracies? Sheet music definitely is wrong. But I tried my best. My defense is if it's wrong, the dwarves or Aesir probably invented it early, okay?

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You're grateful when sunlight floods your room and signifies the start of a new day. At best you got in a nap, but you aren't tired. You feel energized, and the sun rising finally means it's a reasonable time to get out of your room.

Before leaving you made sure to grab the talharpa and its bow off the wall. It's not as familiar to you as the lyre, but it's close enough. You're just excited to play something at the pub, a personal mission in mind to breathe life into the space often occupied by the dead warriors.

You step out of your room and to the hall. You set the instrument on the table, and get a plate of food. It occurs to you that you could eat at the pub, but perhaps it's better to delay your arrival, as to not be cooped up in a tavern all day long. You sit down with a large plate of food, and an herbal drink with it. It looks and smells delicious. You only get a few bites in before a booming voice behind you makes you jump, almost choking on your food.

"Bard." Thor says. You start coughing, sending little shocks of pain through your back. You had almost forgotten that pain, your soft bed doing wonders for it while you laid awake, antsy.

"Thor!" You exclaim through your final coughs, taking a drink to help. "You startled me. How may I help you?" You clear your throat.

He stares you down, and you cannot see a single thought behind those sad eyes. "The All-Father is waiting for you outside." He says after a moment.

"This early? What for?" Thor shrugs, but for a split second there's a smile on his lips that he has to force back. He clearly knows something, but you'll let it slide. "Well, can I finish my breakfast first?" You ask, it'd be so sad to throw away a perfect meal.

Thor seems to think for a minute. A long minute, long enough to make you wonder if he's telepathically communicating with the All-Father for an answer. "Yes." He says at last, and he sounds confident in the answer. So much so he sits down next to you, making you smile as you take another bite and thank him for his patience. "What's that?" He asks, pointing at the talharpa.

"It's an intrustment, pretty similar to a lyre or harp, just with a bow string." You explain in between bites of food.

He chuckles, "I had thought your instrument came with a weapon." He says, pointing at the bow for it.

It makes you snort, "Ha! Yeah, you might get one good wack in, but it couldn't hold an arrow if that's where your mind goes."

"Good to know." He jokes, though he seems to seriously take note of the information.

"I was going to play it at the tavern today." You mention in between bites, "I guess that'll have to wait a while now." You mumble.

"I'll bring it with me. Was heading there anyways." Thor offers immediately. He reaches out for the instrument, and picks it up with more care than you'd expect- like he'd break it if he wasn't extremely gentle.

Figuring you'd be tired or busy with whatever the All-Father needed you for, you protest "Sure, but the All-Father's-" Thor interrupts you.

"It won't take you all day." Thor dismisses with a shrug, "probably." He tacks on. He's smiling again, and something tells you he's not great at keeping secrets. Part of his no thinking policy, perhaps. At least it reassures you whatever the All-Father wants isn't dangerous, or grueling. It's exciting, and encourages you to eat faster.

You shrug, and agree to let Thor take the instrument with him. "Alright. Thank you, Thor." He only grunts in response. You try to chat a little longer as you finish your meal, but the conversation dies fast. Thor doesn't seem to like speaking more than he has to, and clearly nothing else you have to say is interesting enough to him. Still, he must appreciate your company because he stays by your side until you finish eating.

The empty dishes clatter a bit as you stack them together and pick them up, sliding out of your seat to properly put them away. "I'm gonna head out." Thor tells you as you clean up, standing up with the talharpa in hand. He didn't wait for you to say goodbye before he started to leave, and soon after you'd follow after him out of the great hall.

All-Father is waiting right outside for you. He smiles when you step out, and extends his arms to you. "Ah! There you are!"

"Apologies for being late-" you start, you had no right to keep a god- much less the All-Father- waiting.

"No, no, don't worry about it. You're here now, that's the important part. C'mere, there's somethin' important I need your help with." Odin beckons you to follow him, but you're weary. A few feet away is a swirling circle of black feathers, just like the one Odin had stepped into yesterday, and been swarmed by ravens before disappearing. It was deeply unsettling to you. You knew of tales of Odin using the birds to travel, but it seems quite impractical and truthfully horrifying in person. Imagining a raven full of hatred flying straight at you made you grimace, and had you frozen in place. Odin recognizes the fear in your expression, walks beside you, and pats your shoulder, "I know, it's scary the first few times. But they're harmless. They can't move you anywhere if you don't allow 'em to, and it's so fast you don't even notice you left the ground. It'll be fine!" He reassures you, and gives you a gentle shove to make you stumble a couple feet. It's exactly what you needed to remind yourself you can walk, taking a few small steps towards the circle.

You do your damnedest to steel your nerves. You have to trust the All-Father, and you don't want to waste his time. So with a deep breath and one big step, you enter the circle.

"Ha! There you go!" Odin laughs, standing beside you as you squeeze your eyes tight. The flapping of wings and occasionally squawk makes you flinch. Hundreds of birds circling you almost like prey- it feels nightmarish. For a split second the ground is gone from under you, and your heart drops to your stomach. You nearly collapsed on the ground when it's over. You try to catch your breath, not quite sure where it went in the first place, a hand over your pounding heart.

Odin chuckles, "See? Not that bad." But his expression falls, seeing how shaken up you are, "Eh, well, you'll get used to it." He dismisses. Yeah, you'll get used to it, you repeat to yourself. It was only for a second, you're okay. Once your breathing evens and the ground beneath you feels stable under you, the realization you're in a new place sinks in, and you look up.

It's the middle of a city. There's a large statue next to you of Odin- at least the depiction of him you knew before meeting him. The town seems to be built around the lush greenery of the realm, the beauty of which could make you jealous compared to Midgard. It's extremely humid, almost unbearably so. The most stunning part though is the architecture. Small circular houses and buildings built into the landscape. Everything looks expertly crafted, with ornate details.

"Welcome to Svartalfheim." Odin says, and the name instantly clicks with you. The home realm of the dwarves. The craftsmanship makes sense, then. "Follow me." Odin commands, and you do as told, tripping over your feet a bit, excited to see more of the land's beauty. "So," All-Father begins as you walk. Out of nowhere one of his terrible ravens swoops out of the sky, straight towards you. Terrified, you duck, but the bird lands perfectly on Odin's shoulder. "Muninn found this last night." You straighten your posture to look at what All-Father was holding. A torn piece of paper. "I'm assume it's yours?"

The poem. Shit. Throwing it to the ground probably wasn't the best idea. Should've burned it instead. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry, let me just-" you go to take the page from him. He obviously tries to hold it away from you, but he's slow. It's enough to make you pause and give up, though, to ensure you don't seem rude.

"Eh, don't worry about it. Just know for future reference, Asgard had very strict rules against littering." He chuckles, "I take it your first time meeting Heimdall wasn't all you imagined?"

"Not- quite." You say begrudgingly, reminding yourself you're speaking to his father, the All-Father, who might not appreciate someone speaking negatively of his son.

"Yeah, he can be an asshole." Odin laughs, and his blunt reply makes you laugh too. "What'd he do now? Insult you? Yell at you? Accuse you of treachery?"

"Sort of all of it." You admit. The two of you walk across a bridge, which Odin stops in the middle of and turns to you.

"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. You'll have to excuse Heimdall. He takes his job very seriously and- and, well, I think he worries." Odin shrugs with a heavy sigh. He nods to himself, satisfied with his answer, and continues walking.

"Worried? He knocked me to the ground instead of just asking me to step away from the lift. I'm sure he was so worried." You grumble to yourself sarcastically. You could almost feel the sharp pain in your stomach where the hilt of the sword hit you.

"Yes!" Odin answers despite you clearly not trying to speak to him. You worry you've struck a nerve, he seems passionate while he explains, "He's especially particular about no one going up on that wall. Thor went up there when he was drunk once, right? Dumb bastard lost his balance and fell off." You gasp! You had no idea! You'd never heard a story about it before either. All-Father just shrugs, "He had mjölnir, he was fine! But Heimdall hasn't liked anyone else on the wall since." His expression softens, he seems to realize he told a secret not meant to be shared and quickly tacks on, "ah, I probably shouldn't have mentioned it- it's a sore topic to both of em. You won't say anything, will ya?" He chuckles, a little embarrassed. He's like any other parent realizing they telling an embarrassing story about their kids.

"Of course not." You promise with a big smile. You could write a song about the great fall the God of Thunder took off the wall, and the horrified look the Watcher of the Aesir wore as he witnessed it. Except that seems like an excellent way to make an enemy of two gods, and would not bode well for you.

"Good. We're almost there, it's this building right up ahead." All-Father directs the both of you back on track. You can hear muffled music from inside. It's not a tune you recognize, in fact it sounds unfinished, by the sudden pauses after a note that didn't quite fit in, followed by the same melody with a new note. Still, the parts you could hear were beautiful, and the chance to meet a fellow bard was one you always met with excitement.

The building you enter is a forge. The heat inside doesn't offer relief from the humidity outside. In the corner of the room, the one furthest from the furnaces and other equipment, was a dwarf, sitting on the floor with an instrument in his lap. "Ah, All-Father. We were starting to wonder when you would arrive." He says curtly, without looking up or breaking from playing.

"All-Father!" Another dwarf drops what she's working on with a surprise gasp, turning to the both of you.

"Yeah yeah, it's me." Odin addresses the startled blacksmith. "Is it ready yet?" He asks impatiently.

"Yeah, of course! I put it away so it wouldn't get dirty. I'll go get it." She doesn't wait for a response before shuffling off to a connecting room. Odin seems annoyed by this, crossing his arms and tapping his foot as he waits.

In the meantime you walk over and address the guy playing music, "That song is beautiful."

His eyes dart up to look at you, seemingly accessing if you could be mocking him. "Thank you." He says, with a little semblance of a proud smile. "It's still a work in progress, something is off, just can't place what."

"Maybe you could try-" All-Father interrupts you, just now noticing you two talking.

"Ah, yes" He introduces you to the man and then tries to do the reverse, "and this is, uh, uh-" he snaps his fingers, as if trying to remember as best he can the man's name.

It goes on for an embarrassing long time until the man gives in, "Raeb." He answers for the All-Father.

"Raeb, Raeb, of course. He's a... uh. I don't know? A musician of some sort?" All-Father states with a shrug. He's clearly disinterested, but perhaps feels it important to talk, even if he has nothing to say.

"Sure." Raeb doesn't agree or disagree, but is clearly irritated. There's obvious tension between the dwarves and Odin. Neither of them seems to like the other, or even want to tolerate the other's presence. But the All-Father has been nothing but kind to you, even without being an Aesir. So the hate doesn't make much sense to you. "And you are the new 'bard of Asgard'? I am riddled with envy." He says dryly, words saturated with sarcasm. The smile on his face tells you he's joking, but the remark makes Odin scoff.

"You do not have to converse with him. It's probably best to ignore him." He advises you. Raeb takes this as his que to turn his attention back to his music.

You frown and tell him, "it's always nice to meet a fellow bard, though."

"Likewise." Is his short response, not looking back at you, indicating the interaction was over. At the same time, the other dwarf re-enters.

"People gotta stop moving my things." She mumbles under her breath. "Sorry bout that! Here it is." She beams.

She holds out a lyre, like the one you had at home, but so much grander. It's made of a red wood, with the sides plated in gold. It's covered in engravings, and you can tell it took a lot of effort and care to create. It's a beautiful instrument, and with a nod of approval, the woman walks past Odin to hand it over to you. You think this must be what had Thor so happy, the surprise All-Father had planned, but you didn't assume anything until it was in your hands. You treat it as if it's made of glass and easy to break, beford slowly looking to Odin with a speechless grin.

"Well? Play it. Make sure it's in tune and such." He encourages you, and very carefully you strum the lyre. It plays perfectly, and the strings glow a soft gold after they've been plucked.

"What-" you mutter in shock, turning the lyre back to you to watch the glow settle, the strings returning to their natural color.

Raeb speaks up at your wanderment, "I prefer mechanical elements to mine, but magic works just the same. Sort of." He mutters the last part with a shrug.

"Raeb was a big help. Don't let him fool you, he was so excited someone wanted a musical instrument. He had so much fun designing it." The lady, who apparently will stay unnamed, tells you.

"Well, it was all my idea. Unless you hate it. If you hate it, then... er, I don't know why we came here, why're we here?" All-Father looks around the room as if he's just an old man with a failing memory. When he's done with the bit, he laughs, "You don't hate it though, do you?"

"No, I love it, it's gorgeous! Thank you!" You beam brightly, holding the lyre close to your chest.

"Glad to hear it. In that case, we shouldn't linger. I have another matter I need to discuss with you." Odin kind of abruptly turns to the door, starting to leave without another word.

"Oh. Yeah, well- good day to the both of you!" You tell the dwarves as you leave so you can keep up with All-Father. Raeb waves to you in reply. A little ways away from the store, another circle of ravens are forming, and you feel your stomach twist. "What is it you want to discuss?"

"Well, it'll be easier to explain back at my study. There's a piece of music I want to give you. It's special, though, I found it while exploring the realms." His explanation stopped short as he stepped into the circle. He looks at you and frowns at your apparent uncertainty. "You ready?"

You take a deep breath and nod. You take a big step into the circle and stand beside him. As you close your eyes tight and hold your breath, Odin grips your shoulder. The birds flock around you, and it's still just as terrifying as before, but this time your brain knows enough to block it out, like a performance you were nervous about. The hand on your shoulder reassured you, to. When your feet didn't touch the floor, you figured it had to be already because Odin didn't budge in the slightest.

When it was over, All-Father patted your shoulder before stepping away. You breathe out and open your eyes. You're in Odin's study, and he's already scouring through each shelf and drawer for the piece of music.

"So, you've noticed all the snow in midgard, right?" Odin mentions as he searches.

"It's fimbulwinter, isn't it? You inquire. It had been here for over a year, with non-stop snow, but some people were still insistent that there was no way fimbulwinter had started.

"Yes, unfortunately." Odin sighs. He grabs a book and flips through it, stopping on a certain page and tearing it out. "But, I have a hunch that this can stop it." He grins and holds the paper up. "The title roughly reads 'rebirth of spring'. I found it originally carved in stone in Alfheim, and wrote it down in hopes one day I would find someone talented enough to play it."

"And I'm that someone?" You try to feign confidence and not laugh picturing yourself as some hero.

"Exactly. Now take this," he pushes the paper into your hand. "And I want you to take the next few days to learn it. Can you do that?" You look at the sheet music, it seems simple enough.

"Yes. A few days is all I need." You assure him with a nod, and he chuckles. In a few days you might regret promising that much, though.

"Good, that's what I want to hear! Go on, I've got some work to catch up on- and hey! Now so do you!" He laughs, shooing you away as he returns to his desk. As you leave he calls out to you, "Oh! And you are becoming a wonderful addition to Asgard!"

The affirmation makes your smile so big it hurts your face. You're not just a midgardian getting in the way, you're a useful member of Asgard! It feels amazing, and powerful. You walk proudly back to your room.

You sit down at your desk, lyre in hand and sheet music in front of you. With your new found confidence, you pick the first measure of notes. You think you do it correctly, but the notes sour when you play, instead of glowing gold, the strings glow a blood red. Your eyebrows furrow, and you try again, slower to ensure it's right. Once again the chords sour. Not only do the strings glow red, but an unnaturally quick annoyance falls over you. You grit your teeth and fix your posture. You huff, "okay. It's just dissonance. It's supposed to sound bad, songs do it to create interest. Just. Keep. Going."

You play the next measure, and it sounds worse than the first. "Shit." You cursed under your breath, "am I playing in the wrong scale or something?" You check, but there's nothing written to indicate one way or another. You still try adjusting the notes and replay the song. It's an improvement, but there's still some bad notes that irk you. You try to push through them and continue the song with hope it'll improve.

You play for hours, you start to lose track of time. Adjusting the notes only does so much to fix the music, and no matter how much you try to push past it, the awful sound grinds on you, makes you impatient and angry. Your teeth could just shatter from how tightly your jaw is clenched. The sound is terrible and hurts your ears. The strings do more than glow, they start to burn with every bad note you play. You don't even notice the cracks forming in the ground beneath your feet.

Something snaps within you after playing a particularly awful measure. You shoot up from the chair- knocking it over in the process- and throw the lyre down. "Shit! Fuck, fuck! Fuck this!" You scream, clasping your hands over your ears and crouch down. You can't recall ever being this angry over something so simple. Music takes patience, you know that. You shouldn't be mad, you just are.

"What are you throwing a tantrum about?" Sif's annoyed voice in your doorway catches you off guard.

"It's not me! It's this fucking lyre!" You yell. You stand up, stomp, and point at the offending instrument.

"You need to calm down." Sif orders, "I will not stand for this tone of yours." Her voice is fierce and not to be trifled with.

You scoff, but she stays and watches you pace around your room for as long as it takes you to calm down. "Why're you here?" You ask, wishing she wasn't as the anger tugged at you.

"Thor asked me to drop this off for him." She raises up the talharpa for you to see, before setting it in its place on the wall. "He was disappointed you didn't show up today."

The rage quickly switched to guilt. You promised Thor to play at the pub, but you had forgotten all about it by now! "Oh no! I didn't mean to, I didn't realize it's gotten so late!" You whine, putting your head in your hands.

"My husband does not need more reasons to drink. He needs to be a father to his daughter. It's probably for the better you didn't go." Sif assures you. She enters your room, picking the chair and lyre off the ground. "It seems you've been busy anyways. What are you working on?" She asks, tilting her head as she notices the music sheet on the desk.

"All-Father wants me to learn this in the next few days." You flop down on the bed as you explain. "But it sounds terrible."

"Hm. Did All-Father write this?" She wonders allowed as she reads over it.

"He copied it from a stone carving." You explain with a sigh, an ache in your back as you try to relax into the mattress.

"So maybe he just wrote it down wrong. Suppose we change the notes so they fit basic music theory?" She suggests and looks over at you.

"What? No! This is important, I need to play it just as it's written. There's no way the All-Father would mess this up." You protest and shoot up in bed.

"Sometimes it's necessary to break the rules." Sif states with an almost mischievous grin.

"Not when it's from the All-Father! I'm sure he'd know-" Sif cuts you off.

"The All-Father is an," she scoffs, "intelligent man. But he's called All-knowing because he wants to know everything. Not because he does know everything. If he did, he could play this piece without your help." She hands you the lyre back, and sits down in the chair across from you. "You need to be more confident in your own abilities. Forget this song for a minute." She slides it further down the desk, out of your sight. "Why don't you play a song you're familiar with?"

You don't know if you feel like playing after earlier, but you still ask, "like what?" To humor her.

"I don't know. What's the first song you learned?" A lullaby. You hadn't played it in years, but without much thought your fingers pluck the right strings. It's simple and sweet, but you get lost in playing it. The strings are a soft glowing warmth under your fingertips, no longer violent and burning like earlier. You start to feel tired as the song ends, and even Sif yawns. "That was lovely. Do more of that." She compliments as she rises for the chair.

"Thank you." You speak quietly and rub your tired eyes. You might actually be able to sleep tonight, you think.

"It's late. Get some sleep, worry about fixing All-Father's mess in the morning." Sif wishes you a goodnight before leaving your room, closing the door behind her.

Before you go to bed you play the lullaby one more time. You fall asleep only halfway through it.

#heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #asgard's bard #x reader

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years ago

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Schoolyard: 5

Once you arrive at the palace a sense of calm comes over you. You’ve been here plenty of times in your childhood and not much has changed. The car brings you around back where the public can’t see you and when it rolls to a stop a guard pulls Thor’s door open. Like he always does he helps you out of the car then ushers you into the palace his hand wrapped gently around yours.

“Your Royal Highness. Welcome home.”

“Thank you Heimdall. I’d like to introduce you to Her Highness.”

“Ma’am.”

“Oh, please you can call me by my name.”

“My apologies Your Highness but none of the staff will. His Majesty wouldn’t approve.” You nod and glance up at Thor who looks like he’s trying to hold back a smile.

“His Majesty is your father?” You ask in a whisper and he nods.

“Mother is Her Majesty, but I’d be surprised if she wished you to call her that. You are family after all.” He teases and you hit him softly in the stomach with the back of your hand causing a loud laugh to fall past his lips.

“Your Royal Highness, you’re needed in His Majesty’s rooms. Her Highness can come with me.” Thor gives your hand a squeeze and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. You stare up at him in surprise and he gives you a cocky smile and a wink before he turns and heads down a long hallway.

“Ma’am, right this way.”

“Do you have to use ma’am?” You ask following Heimdall down another hallway.

“It’s either that or Your Highness.”

“What about Doctor? I’m a MD back in the States.”

“I suppose Doctor would be fine.” He agrees and you walk the rest of the way in silence. When he opens a door and ushers you in you’re surprised to see Loki standing in the middle of the room.

“Well, well, hello Princess.”

“Oh my god not you too.” You grumble as the door closes behind you. “It’s bad enough that you’re half the reason I’m in this mess.” You fold your arms over your chest and glare at them.

“I see we don’t handle jet lag well.” Loki snarks and you roll your eyes. “How ladylike of you to roll your eyes at me like some teenager.”

“God Loki you are still such a pest.” You huff and they smirk over at you.

“Is that how you to speak to a Prince?”

“Yes. Just ask your brother.” You snap back and they narrows their eyes at you before a woman enters the room and slaps them on the back of the head.

“Play nice Prince Loki.” She says as she makes her way to you. “And everyone was worried about how you’d fit in. Hi, I’m Brynhildr, everyone just calls me Bryn. I’m part of your guard.”

“Part of my guard?”

“Yes. Everyone in the royal family has a couple of guards that go with them. Did Thor not tell you?”

“That seems to be a theme in our apparently over two decade long marriage.” You grumble uncrossing your arms to shake her hand.

“At least now you get to see old friends.” Another female voice says and when you turn you see an absolutely stunning, black haired woman walking toward you.

“Oh my god Sif?” She breaks into a grin and you give her a hug. “My god you’re stunning.”

“You are too! And when Thor was boasting about you he mentioned you’re a doctor now.”

“Boasting,” you scoff and she and Bryn share a glance, “I am, pediatric.”

“Oh I bet you’re so wonderful at that, you always were good with children.” She shoots a glare over at Loki who shrugs and pours themself a whiskey. You’re about to ask what she’s up to when a pair of arms wrap themselves around you and lift you off your feet. You let out a surprised shriek that cuts off suddenly when you recognize the laugh.

“Fandral! Oh my god put me down!” You tell him with a laugh but he only squeezes you tighter.

“Fandral, hands off my wife.” Thor says as he enters the room, his tone is light but there’s worry in his eyes. Once your feet are back on the ground you make your way toward him.

“How is your father?”

“Tired. Glad I’m home.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It is not your fault Elskede.” He murmurs tucking some hair behind your ear. “I see most of our friends are here.”

“Just waiting for Hogunn.” Sif says with a little half shrug.

“As usual.” Loki drawls and Thor narrows his eyes at his younger sibling.

“You’ve met Bryn?” Thor asks looking down at you and you nod, “Sif will be on your detail too.”

“Why do you only have one guard?”

“Because I only want one guard.”

“What if I want no guard?” You counter and he shakes his head.

“You don’t have a choice Elskede.” You furrow your brows and purse your lips up at him in irritation. “Cute, but still not happening.” He says and for a second you think he’s going to kiss you, but he doesn’t.

“Sorry I’m late! Hi Doodle!” Hogunn says hurrying into the room, “it’s so nice to see you.”

“Doodle?” Bryn mutters to Sif who laughs softly.

“Yea, like Yankee Doodle Dandy.”

“Oh my god.”

“Cute right?” You groan softly and drop your head on Thor’s chest, Thor’s very firm chest.

“Adorable. I love it.”

“Just not in front of Odin.” Thor reminds his friends.

“Of course not Your Royal Highness.” Fandral drawls and the others all start teasing Thor in their own mock snobby voices.

“I should just get rid of the whole bunch shouldn’t I?” He asks you with a fond smile on his face.

“I think they’re good for you. Keep you on your toes.”

“Isn’t that your job Elskede?”

“I might need a little help sometimes.” You tease and he chuckles.

“Would you quit flirting so we can go eat?” Loki says sounding bored.

“Alright, let’s go.” Thor says and your group heads out of the room and down to a fleet of cars. Thor has your hand in his the whole time, not that you want to pull away but Loki’s comment keeps ringing in your ears. Quit flirting. Quit flirting. Quit flirting.

But Thor makes it so easy. He’s so kind and so sweet and hot. God he’s so hot. He’s a good man, but he’s also a Crown Prince which means king someday and could you even be his queen?

Dinner is fun, you forgot how much food the boys can pack away. It feels like no time has passed, your easy friendship with Sif, your flirtation with Thor and teasing of Fandral. Even your snarky relationship with Loki has fallen back into its easy pattern.

You’re just tipsy enough at the end of the night that you feel light and floaty but not drunk. You wrap your arm around Thor’s and he chuckles,

“You alright there Elskede?”

“Maybe one too many glasses of wine.” You mutter back and he wraps a steadying arm around your shoulders.

“Just hold onto my waist.” You nod and wrap an arm around him. You make your way back to the cars successfully but end up falling asleep against Thor on the drive back.

“I can get her Your Royal Highness.” A voice says but Thor makes a soft protest then you feel someone lift you out of the car.

“Where we goin’?” You mumble as you rest your head on Thor’s shoulder.

“Bed. Do you want your own room to-”

“Noooo.” You whine and he laughs.

“Okay, my room it is.” He says making his way through the halls.

“Your Royal Highness, is Her Highness alright?” A female voice asks sounding concerned.

“Yes, jet lag caught up to her.” He says as he continues to walk. It doesn’t take much longer to get to his room.

“Heimdall, please go get her bags from the room they were left in. She’s going to sleep in here tonight.”

“Of course your Highness.”

“Min kjærlighet, you need to get ready for bed. Should I call someone in to help you?”

“No, not that drunk.” You tell him sleepily as he sets you gently on the bed. You peel off your shoes and look around looking for somewhere to put them.

“You can put them in my closet Elskede.” He tells you before he opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of shorts. You watch with sleepy eyes as he crosses the room to another door, when he opens it you see that it’s his closet. You pad silently over and put them in next to his much larger shoes. The knock at the door doesn’t register until Thor calls, “Enter!”

“Her Highness’s bags.” He says in Norwegian, it’s coming back to you quickly so you respond in kind.

“Doctor please.” You tell the young man with a smile.

“Forgive me ma’am. Um, Doctor.” He responds before bowing and leaving the room.

“You’re going to give them all anxiety.”

“I’m sorry.” You open your bag and dig your pajamas out. “You first or me?” You ask gesturing to the bathroom.

“You Elskede. I’m afraid if I go first you’ll fall asleep before you get the chance to change and get ready.”

“Mmm.” You hum, he’s not wrong. You’re exhausted. You get ready for bed quickly then switch with Thor, who you’re surprised to see is just hanging out in his room in a pair of blue pants. When he goes to pass you you freeze in confusion.

“Are you wearing dog tags?”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“I was required to serve in the military. So was Loki.”

“Are all men?”

“No, just royalty.” You take the dog tags before you know what you’re doing and hold them gently between your fingers. The warm metal is smooth against your skin. You set them back on his chest and then put your hand over them for a second.

“I’m glad you came out of it okay.” You murmur, you never thought you’d marry a military man after the craziness your life was when you were a kid following your dad’s career.

“Thank you,” Thor says softly putting his hand over yours and giving it a little squeeze. You let him go then and climb into his huge bed, you’re nearly asleep again when he comes back and joins you. But you are awake enough to feel him press another soft kiss to your cheek. “Good night Min kjærlighet.”

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piepeloe · 2 years ago

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Thor: Love and Thunder

Just got back from the new Thor movie. Movies release on Wednesdays here, so we tend to get the big ones a bit early. I'll put the spoilery stuff behind a cut, but some non-spoilery thoughts first.

It was fun. Nice, entertaining movie. Better than average for the MCU, but nothing too spectacular either. It's Ragnarok, but more so. That includes the good and the bad.

I was never bored, it moved along swiftly. There were NO typical Marvel action scenes. You know, the 3rd act CGI battle that takes way too long? Obviously there was action, some fights, but nothing too bothersome.

Lots of great music, the visuals were stunning. All the actors seemed into it. Christian bale made an excellent villain. And of course it was funny.

But. Those last two...

Gorr was an interesting antagonist, and when they let him be scary, he was terrifying. But we don't really get to see much of his rampage. We're mostly told he's doing terrible things all over the galaxy. I feel like they could have put more effort in.

It was definitely a funny movie, but like with Ragnarok, it often undercut the more serious emotional moments. The MCU as a whole does that, but it's really noticeable here. And then there are a few jokes that are just too silly for me. They don't just undercut a specific scene, or this movie, but they're so cartoonish it's hard to reconcile with the rest of the MCU.

More (spoilers) behind the cut

We get a cute montage of Thor and Jane's relationship and how it ended. It works for the movie, but I'm nerdy enough that I'm trying to fit it into the larger timeline and...?

I don't think I'm invested enough in Jane or her romance with Thor to really be that affected by her fate. The movie also just moves so swiftly through everything, there's no real time to be affected by anything tbh.

Then there's the final post credits scene, where Jane arrives in Walhalla to be greeted by Heimdall(!). Combine that with the multiverse shenanigans, and it really does feel like no character's ever truly gone, even when they die.

Children seem to be an important theme. Maybe for some people this hits harder, but I have no maternal instincts to speak of. I even just became an aunt and while my nice is great and I'm happy for my brother, I'm still mostly relieved it's not me.

So yeah, the reveal that Thor apparently wants to be a dad? Meh. And that he winds up becoming one (sort of)? Also meh. I was also a bit confused tbh, because the final scene made it seem like this was an ending for Thor, a sort of 'happy ever after'. But the mid-credits scene had Zeus swearing revenge on him, sending Hercules. And we got a 'Thor will return'. No idea how they'll manage with a little kid in tow, except maybe if she becomes one of the Young Avengers?

There's no real connection to the rest of the MCU. The gods, including Celestials, I guess. Introduction of Eternity as a being, maybe? Selvig, Darcy, Sif. The Guardians of the Galaxy. No Loki or Banner/Hulk.

It's weird, because they name all the people he lost and they mention the battle against Thanos. But they don't mention the Snap or Tony or Natasha. It's in some respects very much a Thor movie, not a Marvel one.

Sounds like I'm down on the movie, and I'm not, I enjoyed it. But I can't imagine this is one we'll be talking about for ages yet.

#mcu #thor love and thunder #spoilers #thor love and thunder spoilers #thor 4 #thor 4 spoilers

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sylviegirlfriend · 3 years ago

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Can I request a Loki x reader where they used to date but he left for some reason before reader could tell him she is pregnant but comes back years later and is shocked to learn that he is the father of reader’s child? Angst maybe?

a/n: wow that's an amazing idea! so here we go! thanks for the request! <3

loki x reader first!

Little Laufeyson | Loki x Reader

"They're taking a while to get back, don't you think?" you whispered to Heimdall , who nodded slightly. It's been a few hours since you've been waiting for Thor and Loki to return from their private conversation, but they were taking too long and it had been an hour since they left.

You worried about Loki's every step , knowing he wasn't very trustworthy at first, and people could misinterpret him for past actions. But you were ready to defend him if you had to, because you loved him too much and trusted him enough.

It was nice to know the feeling was reciprocated.

Suddenly, you hear strange and unusual footsteps walking through the lands of Asgard . It wasn't Loki's footsteps , nor Thor's, much less Odin's . They were feminine steps, but too severe to be Freyja's - not to mention the fact that she was dead, of course -.

A woman with black hair to her back is walking towards you. She keeps her spears in a place you can't see right, and then approaches all the people of Asgard , who, noticing her presence, begin to gather in the place where she arrived.

"Greetings, Asgardian people . My name is Hela , and from today, I will rule this land as if it were mine," she introduces in a firm voice. " Odin is unfortunately dead, as are his two sons, Loki and Thor..."

It was just hearing Loki's name that you felt like passing out. Dead? Your Loki ? It couldn't be.

In a sudden movement, you felt your vision go blurry, the food from the previous feast back in your throat, and you had to flee in the middle of Hela's speech in order to vomit in the palace.

It was the moment when real life collapsed under his head.

You remembered that you were pregnant with Loki . And now he would probably never know of this child's existence again, because he would never come back. And you had no idea how to be a single mother in Asgard .

Sitting on the floor of the throne room, you cried until the tears dried from your eyes, and tried to compose yourself . Inside you, there was an enormous hatred for your beloved, for having left you there, with a small heir in her belly, for leaving without explaining.

"Would you like to be a father one day, Loki ?" you remembered that afternoon they were lying in the flowery fields of Asgard , sharing a drink and watching the sun go down. Loki grimaced as he kissed her chin.

"Father me?"

"That's just what I'm asking, dear. You."

"(Y\N), I would really love it, but that will never be possible. I don't even have to have a child if I don't have anything in return to give. Odin 's treasures will never be mine, nor am I really his child. .."

You held your breath, stroking your belly. "But your son wouldn't need treasures, Loki , he already has a huge treasure that is his father, material goods will be nothing compared to that..."

He smiled, and you remember the sound of that laugh to this day. Little did he know that, on that very day, there was a small seed copy of Loki Laufeyson to come into the world a few months from now.

If only you could have had it, but they were both so new...

* * *

Five years had passed. Asgard had been completely destroyed, even before Hela's death . A mad titan had come down from space to torment them and had taken the life of the love of his life. This you learned later, because since giving birth to the little Fort , I would prefer not to keep in touch with Loki .

The fear that people would intimidate your child for being the child of who she was scared her a lot, it was your worst nightmare when you slept. But little by little, you felt that the Asgardians knew everything, because Fort was like your father.

He'd only pulled his hair your color, but the pale eyes, the pale face and the imposing pose of a prince were identical to Loki's . Besides, the boy's name was an indirect, homage, whatever you want to call it, to his adoptive mother, Freyja , who had fought for years and years for her little boy... just like you did.

Fort knew only that his father had died before he was born. You chose to omit much of the story so he wouldn't ask. Thor also didn't hang around Asgard long after Loki's death . As a matter of fact, after all, he left and never came back, you didn't even know if he was alive or not.

"When can I meet my uncle, Mom?" Fort asked in a moment of distraction. "You said you hoped he would be in Asgard soon..."

You smiled. "Your uncle is a busy man, son. You never know when he'll come. He's been through a lot in his life..."

* * *

Fort was sleeping peacefully in your room, and you were sitting in the throne room of Asgard , or at least what was left of it. Valkyrie let you in there and live until they got you a new house, because of Fort. You could say that the young woman adored her son as much as you adored him.

A screeching noise startled you, and mostly alarmed you when a bright orange door appeared. You moved a step, trying to remember the self-defense lessons Loki had taught you a long time ago...

But you were totally taken aback when he jumped out of the glowing door into the palace.

You looked at each other for a few hours until he finally realized who you were. But that didn't look like your Loki , it was different from how you knew him. He was thinner, less cautious, and wore a ridiculous human suit in place of his attire.

"Mommy, I heard a noise... I thought it was Aunt Valkyrie , but I think it's a monster," Fort appeared, with a pillow in his hand and his eyes almost closing with sleep. You pursed your lips, knowing all your attempts in five years had gone down the drain.

"So this is little Laufeyson ?" Loki commented, too loud for Fort to hear. "Unbelievable, he really looks like me. Mobius said that (Y\NN) had deceived me."

I don't think he even realized you were still there. Loki walked over to the boy and reached out, tucking his tie around his body.

"It's nice to meet you, little boy," he smiled. "I'm not a monster, but I'm Loki , which can be considered the same thing depending on your point of view."

Only then did you understand. That Loki was the Loki of the past.

"The boy doesn't think so. The boy is innocent," you defended him. "And if you come near my son again, I'll rip your head off."

Loki laughed. "Oh, are you still nervous, (Y\NN)? Milady, you're wrong, I'm not like that anymore," he cleared his throat. "And from what I know, it was you who hid from me for five years on it ."

And pointed to Fort.

"What?" the little boy yawned. "What did he say?"

"Nothing, my little giant, go to sleep, okay? Mommy is going to help you sleep again, just a minute," you looked at Loki with fire in your eyes, and he laughed at the irony. When Fort left, you walked up to him and grabbed his neck. "How the hell did you survive?"

"Long story, honey. Tell yours first, " Loki snapped back. "That little boy, our son, right?" he laughed. "Little Giant? Are you crazy, (Y\N)?"

"Crazy is you who dies and comes back after five years as if nothing had happened. And on top of that, it's not even Loki I know!"

"Oh, you wanted me to return from the dead being your Loki ?", the brunette was approaching you, touching your chin, and then your cheek. "Let me prove that the Loki you're thinking of doesn't exist anymore, I've learned, I'm not obsessed with power anymore. I just want you and my… our son."

"You will never go near Fort."

" Fort ? Nice name, I like it," he whispered teasingly holding your face again, and hurriedly joining your lips to his. Loki had lived crazy things in a parallel universe, it was so strange, and now he wanted to cling to reality, to what was there.

For that reason, you returned his kisses, which were irresistible anyway. You would regret it later, but that was no problem. You just hoped that Loki would be nice to Fort , and help you explain how a father rises from the dead again and moves in with them.

But it wouldn't be difficult either, how many times had Loki died and lived as if nothing had happened?

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loki-hargreeves · 4 years ago

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Loki x Reader - Married in Secret ENDING 2

Warnings: Fluff, kind of implied smut but definitely mostly fluff Word Count: 1K Summary: Read part 1 first! This is choice #1 of three possible endings you can choose from. Author’s Note: This won’t make sense unless you read the [main part] first :)

YOUR POV

After you had been pronounced husband and wife, it was a real mission to get all the way to the shore without being noticed. At first, you tried to sneak your way like you had done so many times before, but Loki’s golden gear and your wedding dress were sure to catch attention. So with a little help of his magic, Loki disguised the two of you. That definitely made things much easier.

Eventually, you made it to the docks. The sun had set and the sky was a deep shade of blue. The stars were hanging above your heads and the air was cool, which felt lovely. During all that time, you wondered what Loki was possibly up to.

He stopped walking when you reached a boat that was scattered with flowers. You saw a closed basket inside and two lanterns. The sight made your heart flutter in your chest with love and excitement. Despite Loki’s serious and sometimes cold exterior, he was so sweet and romantic.

Loki was the first one to get in, only so he could assist you. It wasn’t easy walking around in a wedding dress.

He offered you his hand, “Do you trust me?”

A playful smile appeared on your face when you grabbed his hand, “with all my heart.”

Just like that, the two of you get inside the boat. You sat down comfortably as Loki worked on getting you further onto the water, away from everything and everyone else. The wind was making small ripples on the surface on the water, which crashed with the ripples the boat created. Soon enough, you and Loki were closer to the mountains than you were downtown of Asgard.

Being in the middle of the water was comforting. No one could bother you there.

Loki sat down right next to you and the balance of the boat wasn’t disturbed at all. In the midst of the cool air, it was nice to feel his body warmth against yours. It definitely tempted you to cuddle against one another.

“This is lovely,” You admitted softly. It was dark, but you could see a sparkle of light in Loki’s eyes. He was worried you wouldn’t like this, but now that he heard that, he was relieved.

“It’s only one part of my surprise,” Loki let you know as he grabbed the basket. He opened it, revealing all the food and drinks that were hidden inside. There was even cake in there, which you were delighted about. “There is a little getaway waiting for us on Midgard. I know a secret pathway that will take us there. I assure you, it’s quite nice and no one will find us there. We can spend the next week all by ourselves,” Loki explained to you as he grabbed two glasses from the basket and filled them with wine.

As he finished explaining that, he handed you a glass which you grabbed with joy. It was nice to have something to drink after the long walk you had taken earlier.

“Loki that’s amazing,” You could hardly believe what you were hearing. How and when had he made all of these things fall into place? “You’re amazing,” You added quickly, meaning what you said. He was truly like no other and you felt so lucky to be with him.

“For us,” Loki raised his glass in the air.

“For us,” and so did you. The two of you didn’t break eye contact as you tasted the wine. It was sweet and not too dry. You had to take another sip of the delicious drink, allowing it to coat all your taste buds.

Loki looked at your dress again, the dress that just screamed you, but it also made you look like a queen. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked. He could hardly believe that you had wanted to marry him. His heart was so full of love for you that it almost hurt.

“I’m glad we did this,” Loki admitted after a while. He put his glass down, trusting that it wouldn’t fall over. The boat was quite still by now as it floated freely on the water. The wind was calming down and the water was becoming clearer, showing your reflection on the surface, even in the dark.

“Me too,” You agreed. Getting married in secret was the best decision you had made in a long time. A huge, formal wedding wouldn’t have been special. It would’ve been a show and the entire day would’ve been spent by pleasing others and pretending to be something you were not.

Loki used his magic to grab the two lanterns. That’s when you put your glass down as well, grabbing the other lantern from him. It was something quite simple, but you were excited nonetheless. As you inspected the thin material of it, you saw something special. Your names were written inside a heart. It was incredibly cheesy and you had not expected that from the god of mischief himself. Funny, after all these years, he could still surprise you.

“I love you, Loki,” You let him know, tearing your eyes off the heart for a moment.

“And I love you,” Loki returned the sentiment shamelessly and leaned in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. And even after all these years, he could still make you flustered.

A green flame lit around his pointer finger, which burned bright enough to make everything else look green for a moment. He lit his lantern and then yours. Once the two flames grew, he lifted his magic from his hand.

“Ready?” He wondered.

You simply nodded as an answer. Then simultaneously, you both raised the lanterns up in the air and watched as they kept going higher and higher up in the air, until they looked tiny from where you were sat. The green lanterns moved toward land, but you doubted they would reach it. Perhaps they would float to land and some lucky person would find them. You wondered how long it would take for the rest of Asgard to find out about your marriage. It would be interesting to watch the chaos unfold.

As you watched the lights, you put your head on Loki’s shoulder. His strong arm was wrapped around you and his hand rested against your hips lazily. There was no other place in the nine realms and beyond you’d rather be than right there with Loki.

You wondered where on Midgard you would go. Perhaps to Norway? Or would you explore new places you had never seen before. How would you get there without Heimdall finding out about your secret little getaway? Surely, Loki had something figured out. He always seemed to be several steps ahead of everything else.

“Did you mention something about cake earlier?” Loki seemed to remember what you had said when eh first revealed he had a surprise for you.

“I most certainly did,” You smiled now. Who didn’t get excited about cake?

“Well, lucky you,” Loki reached into the basket, “I have exactly what your heart desires, my dear,” He declared as he pulled out the cake. It was decorated with your favourite berries and candies and it looked absolutely scrumptious.

Soon enough, the cake was before you and you and Loki had your forks. It was just for the two of you, so there was no point in cutting it and using plates. You dug into the cake at the same time, and since it was your wedding day, you fed each other the first bites.

You almost poked Loki on the cheek with your fork, which made you want to laugh, but you didn’t want to choke on the sweet cake. It practically melted in your mouth.

“Norns, that’s a good cake!” You moaned in delight and wanted to take yet another bite.

Loki on the other hand, wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds that came out of your mouth. “Is it that good?” He shot you a flirtatious look.

You took a second bite of the cake and closed your eyes, trying to tease him by eating in an overly dramatic way, “it’s really good, Loki,” you confirmed with a silly voice. It was difficult to hold back a grin as you put on your little show.

“If you think the cake is good, just wait until I get my hands on you,” Loki teased you right back with a bold statement. Oh, you were certain he was going to make you lose your mind. But of course, two could play that game.

You leaned closer to him and kissed his cheek, then you pressed your lips against his jaw, his neck and eventually his sweet spot that always seemed to turn his legs into jelly.

Loki wanted more.

But you pulled back with a cheeky little smile and decided to focus on the cake again.

“What?” You turned to face him. You could feel his eyes on your skin. Was he surprised?

“Nothing,” Loki wiped the look off his face. He quite enjoyed this. “I’m just thinking about what I might have to do with you.”

“I assume that you won’t tell me?”

Loki grabbed his glass to taste his wine once more, “I wouldn’t want to spoil a surprise, now would I?”

Always so mysterious.

And it was one of the many reasons why you had fallen in love with him. A day with Loki was never a boring day, and you would spend the rest of your days together.

A/N: can you tell that I love that one scene in Tangled?

#Interactive fic #loki x reader #loki fanfiction

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stanknotstark · 4 years ago

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Astral Pt. 8 (Loki x Reader)

Ok guys they’re REUNITED! God i hope you all know that I wrote all 7 parts in one day because i was so obsessed with getting chapters out so i wouldn’t have to write them daily or lose my thoughts!! Ok well now i have some time to figure out where the story will go from here or if i end it here....

IM JUST JOKING it’s not over yet XDD it’s barely begun :p Feel free to send messages about what you think is gonna happen or who might make minor appearances, villain or hero, cuz i have some planned out! I’ve been doing research guys, i bought a marvel encyclopedia for the first time in years cuz i visited the store the other day and loaded up on comic books again it’s been awhile but my collection is growing again ^^

You’re standing next to Natasha when the brothers drop down from the sky in their rainbow elevator thing. Thor called it the bifrost? It wasn’t something Loki had talked about when you had been on speaking terms, he must have not found it important enough.

The brothers landed outside on Stark’s glorified patio, 91 floors up. You almost forget to breathe as you look at Loki. His hair is a little longer now, he’s definitely lost some weight, and the bags under his eyes tell you enough. His face is cold as he looks around and, angrily, lets Thor lead him inside where you all stand in various places waiting on them. You note that both the brothers are dressed casually but it’s still a bit much, Earth wise.

You swallow as Loki first sees Tony and smirks at him, “Seems I won’t be missing that drink you promised?”

Tony gave him a once over then shrugged. “I guess you deserve a small break. Thor filled me in on what’s been going on.” Tony said, you thought you could hear a hint of a threat lacing his words though. Loki huffed and rolled his eyes looking at the rest of the team before his eyes landed on you.

You looked into his eyes for what felt like hours but must have only been seconds. The angry look he had been parading in dropped and you saw a flurry of reactions so quick everyone else would miss it but you knew Loki. You try your best to keep your face disinterested, not quite sure if you succeed. Still a bit hurt he told you to never come back coming to the front of your mind you look away and whisper to Nat, “I gotta go, fill me in on what happens.” Then you rush out.

You hear Tony saying, “You already scared off y/n..” as you left the room.

You basically run to your room and slam the door shut. Your breathing had started becoming haggard on your way up and only intensified as you closed yourself in your room. Both your hands gripped at your hair and pull, your eyes squeezed shut, tight. You shouldn’t be reacting like this it was Loki, it was just Loki. He wouldn’t hurt you, physically. You had thought that you were over whatever heartbreak you had all those years before. How the fuck were you to function normally around him if just one look at him made you this panicky? Made your heart beat so hard you thought it might break out of your ribs. Made you want to cry deliriously happy and sad at the same time.

You let go of your hair, let your tears fall, and punched the wall a few times, hoping the pain in your hands would ground you. Luckily, it did, but you’d probably have to come up with an excuse because your knuckles were blooming dark purple. You took in deep breaths, copying what Loki had taught you to do when you got to worked up, subconsciously, the thought of him causing you to freak a bit more but then you just focused on breathing.

It’s a few hours later when Natasha comes to your room and tells you dinner is ready. You had settled and had a book open in your lap as you sat on your bed. You consider skipping dinner and you’re about to say it when you see the look Natasha is giving you. She had been the one to teach you to over come your fears, to face them head on. She probably thought you were scared of Loki because he had tried to take over the world. Oh, how wrong she was. You nodded and told her you were gonna wear something else. She left you in peace and you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face then putting on your brave face and getting dressed in something casual. A simple t-shirt and jeans would suffice.

When you entered the dinning room, a floor below yours, everyone was seated. Natasha had left you a seat. Right next to Loki. You swallowed and studiously kept your eyes anywhere but on Loki when you sat down. You realized Loki was very tense when you sat next to him but said nothing on the matter.

“Brother! This is dear Y/n I mentioned, she’s got a quick wit just like you, I’m sure you both will be the best of friends!”

You smiled at Thor but it probably came off as more of a grimace because Thor gave you a frown. Loki said nothing and focused on eating his food. The whole table got silent realizing something was up between you and Loki. You cleared your throat and tried to sooth things over by looking at Loki. His eyes caught yours and for a second you got lost in them, again. God, get ahold of yourself!

Mentally shaking your head you plastered a smile on and said, “Nice to meet you, Loki, I can’t wait to get to know you.” You finish lamely then quickly look at your food and begin stuffing your face so you wouldn’t have to speak anymore.

“Riiiiiight.” Tony said eyeing you and Loki suspiciously. Steve sat next to him frowning at your attitude. You missed the silent conversation Natasha and Clint had.

“You’re going to choke if you continue to eat like a bilge snipe that hasn’t seen food in weeks.” Loki said in a casual voice.

You choke. You swallow what is in your mouth, Natasha hitting your back a few times, and then you laugh.

God you missed Loki.

“Remember when you swallowed that moon berr-” Stopping yourself short you swallowed and closed your eyes, last seeing Loki’s happy look turn into a neutral face as he glances around at the team. Damn.

“Remember? You two know each other?” Natasha asked, nudging you with her elbow. Thankfully you see she reserves her judgement on the situation.

Sighing you look at the team and set your utensils down.

“Loki is...” You shot Loki a confused look as if to ask if you still were but shook your head and continued on looking at Nat primarily, “We’re soulmates. I first met Loki when I was 13 years old.”

“In person?” Steve asked.

“No, I can astral project my spirit but because I’m his soulmate it wasn’t hard it just kind of happened when I needed him most.”

You picked up your glass of water, noticing you are shaking a bit. You especially tried not to jump when you felt Loki set a comforting hand on your thigh under the table. Taking a drink you looked at the table, took a deep breath, then let your eyes come back up to the confused team.

“When you needed him most?” Tony asked after a few minutes of silence.

Looking at Tony you bit your lip. Should you....

“My grandfather killed my grandmother in front of me when I was 13, I hid in my closet and closed my eyes, when I opened them I was in a room in Asgard.”

“She was in one of my mental rooms that I use to astral project. A fabricated room I made when I was younger.” Loki said, his eyes only on you.

“He was always there when something bad happened and we became best friends. I was 17 when I realized I had magic, his magic.” You said looking at Nat who looked confused. “Because we’re connected through our mind and soul, I draw my power from him. The powers I have are Loki’s in a sense but at the same time my own, I can do some things he can’t and vice versa.”

“So if Loki just like, hypothetically, died,” Tony rolled his eyes when Loki glared at him, “Hypothetically! Would you lose your powers?”

You swallowed as a knot formed in your throat and looked at Loki with sad eyes, willing him to answer because you surely didn’t have an answer for that.

“Possibly.” Loki clipped out, sending a glare at Tony, as if damning him for making you think of that preposterous idea.

Tony hummed in thought.

“If you’re soulmates, why did she react the way she did when she first saw you?” Thor asked, mostly aiming the question to Loki. Loki looked at Thor, angry, then let out a breath and held his chin high.

“We had a falling out three years ago.”

“No doubt your fault?” Thor said causing Loki to nod once with a roll of his eyes.

“No!” You yelled looking at Loki with exasperation. “I’m the one that chose to leave!”

“I’m the one that gave you an ultimatum.” Loki ground out, frowning at you.

“You were trying to keep me safe.” You said causing Loki to scoff.

“Ok, wait, what happened so we can all choose our sides respectfully here?” Clint asked.

“Shield found out about my powers when I was 17, said once I turn 18 they can give me an offer I can’t refuse. I could work for them. Loki said not to do it because it sounded like they were gonna use me as a weapon, that we knew nothing about Shield and what it stood for,” You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose with closed eyes, “I told him I was gonna take up their offer considering I had a bad home life, he argued Shield could be more dangerous and I told him I was still gonna take the offer anyways so he offered an ultimatum.” Letting your hand fall down to your lap and over Loki’s, still resting on your lap. You softly caressed his knuckles under the table. When you had closed your eyes, to pinch your bridge, you missed the concerned look Loki gave as he saw the violet bruises on your knuckles.

“He said if I leave to never come back because he wouldn’t be able to watch me get hurt.”

Tony breathed through his teeth, a hiss, but otherwise everyone stayed silent.

“I left.” You finished lamely.

The table stayed silent for awhile, everyone gathering their thoughts and questions, until Steve spoke up.

“After she left, what did you do Loki?”

“I had Heimdal watch over her-”

“He is all seeing.” Thor said quickly to help out.

“-and I told him that if she were to find any trouble she could not handle to send me to her.”

You looked up at Loki, shocked, who zealously kept his eyes on Steve. You offered what comfort you could by grasping his hand and squeezing. You smiled inwardly as Loki’s tense form softened slightly.

“I’m taking it she never ran into trouble she couldn’t handle.” Steve said, more as a statement than a question.

“From what Heimdal has told me, joining Shield is the best thing to happen to her and I almost stopped that.”

“You couldn’t have known.” You said quietly, frowning in thought, Loki finally looked down at you and your heart almost broke in half at the hurt in his eyes.

“All you wanted was the best for me and I’m sorry I left,” You looked down and squeezing his hand before looking back up at his eyes, “I’m sorry I left and never tried to reach you again but I’m not sorry about the decision I made.”

Loki looked at you for a bit then nodded, satisfied with something he found on your face or possibly in your eyes. “I’m sorry I never tried to reach out to you too.” Loki admitted.

You glanced at Thor who sat next to Loki, looking a little put out he never knew about the both of you.

“Sorry we didn’t tell you Thor I kind of wanted to keep it a secret because I was going through a lot and wasn’t very trusting of strangers at the time.” You said to placate Thor, making the blame fall on you instead of Loki since their relationship was already rocky to begin with. A minor way you could apologize to Loki about not contacting him.

Thor smiled, genuinely, then said “I’m just happy to make your acquaintance now, y/n.”

Everyone went back to eating their almost cold meal now. Natasha and Clint the only ones that noted that you and Loki ate with one hand the entire time.

Conversations flowed between the team smoothly like you all were meant to be there, together. No one made any comments on the fact that you and Loki couldn’t keep your eyes off each other the entire time either.

Pt. 7/Pt. 8/?

Tag list: @justfangirlthingies @emelieh99 @high-functioning-lokipath

#loki x reader #avengers #my writing #loki #loki odinson #astral pt7 #astral #gif #tony stark #thor #I TOTALLY FORGOT BOUT BRUCE FUCK THERE ARE TOO MANY AVENGERS GDI #were gonna pretend bruce was helping shield do something on the helicarrier or left or something idk if i can find a way to bring him back #i will think of something im so sorry for bruce fans XDDDD #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #reader insert #GUYS THEYRE BACK TOGETHER HOW DOES IT FEEL????#LOKI IS SHOWING HIS EMOTIONS IN FRONT OF THE TEAM #YOULL BE SURE TO TELL HIM YOU APPRECIATE HIM SHOWING IT TOO #DONT WORRY #ok so the next chapters imma make fluffy and cute cuz like yall deserve it after waiting for them to get back together #plus i love happiness #but that doesn't mean something bad wont happen #and you have no idea when it's gonna happen >:DDDDD #sorry i like angst #with a happy ending of course #or maybe ill make this my first time to do angst with an unhappy ending #nah im jk i cant do that yet #or can i?

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bellesque · 5 years ago

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Stop & Smell the Flowers (Loki x Reader)

A Loki Oneshot for the Spring Time with Loki Collab Collection on AO3. Also on my AO3.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 8.9K BIG yikes

Tags/Warnings: Sex Pollen (therefore Mildly Dub-Con), Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Orgasm Delay, Orgasm Denial, Sex in Space, and some hints of a Praise Kink

Summary: Plant samples from Alfheim and a brooding god as your only companions in a small Quinjet sounds like a recipe for disaster, but some good things can happen in ten hours.

A/N: All I can say is... whoops, my hand slipped?

THE RIDE BACK to Earth is longer than you anticipated.

The small Quinjet is a sturdy and silent thing, the engine’s muffled hum a constant as you hurtle through space. It’s a drawn out, unceasing sound; it brings your boredom to the forefront of your consciousness and warps it into a false sense of steady calm. You might even be able to close your eyes for a second, seeing as there’s nothing but blackness before you—

“Wake up,” a voice snaps from behind your pilot chair, punctuated by a sharp snap of fingers. “You will not crash this ship.”

You straighten in your seat, unfazed by the bite in your companion’s tone. You blink a couple times, squeezing your eyes shut as you stifle a yawn.

“There’s literally nothing to crash into, Loki.”

Heavy boots thud against the metal floor of the ship until they stop by the copilot chair a few paces away from you. “You never were the vigilant type to begin with.”

This time, you sigh. “Look, if it makes you feel better, I’m turning on autopilot. If you can’t trust me, trust Stark. His tech is unparalleled. We will be fine.” You punch a button on the control panel, and the low hum of the Quinjet rises slightly in pitch. Swiveling around in your chair, you turn to face the god with raised hands. “See? No hands. All good. Course set.”

Loki stares at you, his features set in an unamused scowl, before turning on his heel to the farther side of the ship.

It takes a little more willpower than usual not to allow yourself to snap back at him, but you manage. After all, you’re both pretty tired, and he’s most likely antsy because of how long you’ve been cruising through the void of space. You’re sleepy, he’s irritable.

Still, your estimated time of arrival isn’t for another eight hours, and seeing as you’re going to be stuck with each other you might as well try to maintain some semblance of cordiality.

“So,” you begin, pushing up and out from your seat, “Alfheim was pretty.”

Loki stands by the glass window that shows you nothing but the expanse of space. His reflection is so clear that the details—like the strong slope of his nose, his aristocratic cheekbones—are unmarred.

“Yes,” he answers curtly. “Home to the Light Elves. As Stark briefed earlier, if you had been paying any attention.”

You swallow the retort, letting it fizzle out on the tip of your tongue. Stark did brief you on your mission, alright. You just wish knowing how to handle a brooding, irritated god was one of the things on Tony’s agenda.

Your mission was simple enough—collect some plants and flowers and shrubs and cuttings, he said. All the planty things. It’ll be quick, he said. Two rides through the Bifrost from Earth to Heimdall’s Observatory in Asgard, and then to Alfheim, followed by a short Quinjet ride to the nearby planet-slash-moon-thing, he said. Piece of cake, won’t take too long to get there.

He failed to mention how long it would take you to come home since you couldn’t use the Bifrost for reasons that were “none of your damn business.”

“You know, you’re not usually this much of a pain in the ass,” you find yourself saying as you stand side by side.

“And you’re not usually this mouthy,” he replies. He cocks his head at you. “Are you certain the coordinates have been set for Midgard?”

“Yes, sire,” you say, unable to keep the mocking tone from your voice at bay. “I told you. Trust me. If not me, then Stark.”

You lapse into silence, watching distant planets and stars twinkle against the dark backdrop of the void, the unending vastness pulling you into thought.

You’ve been working with the Avengers for just about a year. In this time, you’ve gotten to know everyone in the tower.

Including Loki.

He’s… quite a character, to say the least. Silent. Calculating. Not plotting his next attempt at world domination, but still, many are wary of his presence. You’ve spent enough time with him to know he’s a different Loki from the one in New York, though. You’d even go as far as to say that he’s… almost kind of good. Wreaking chaos, sure, by way of annoying the hell out of Steve and Tony especially, but… good.

And you’ll even admit to yourself, just a little, that he’s nice to be around. Not right now; no, he’s unnecessarily bitchy at the moment. But when it’s just you and him in the tower while the rest are either off-world or taking a day off outside the tower, it’s almost refreshing. His presence is companionable. When you watch a movie, his comments are genuinely witty and they make you laugh. He’s more aloof—more himself, you feel, and he allows himself to actually fucking smile.

And hell, when he does, looking at you with those green eyes and that heart-wrenching, happy smile—

You huff, squashing the blooming feeling in your chest. Pivoting on your heel, you make towards the other side of the ship: the small corner by the hatch that holds your collection of plants from today’s excursion. Maybe the weird, exotic flowers will keep you from acknowledging your tiny (but growing) crush.

“Do you have plants like this on Asgard?” you ask, hoping to inject some light into the heavy and tired air that hangs between you.

It takes Loki a second to move from his stance by the opposite window, but he ends up by your side eventually. He picks up a glass jar that houses a plant with blue, stunted leaves. “No.” He brings it up to eye level, examining it and rotating it in his hand. “The plants we’ve acquired are native to the Alfheim regions, it seems.”

“What does Stark want with them?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea.”

He sets down the jar with a dulled thunk and picks up another. The flower inside this one is pretty: curling petals with an orangey, reddish, and golden iridescence to it. It glitters in the low light of the Quinjet’s interior, and you can’t help but voice your admiration for it.

“Do you know what that one’s called?”

“No.”

“So why’d we get it?”

Loki’s eyebrows scrunch together, shifting his weight to the other foot. “Are you a child, mortal? Why must you ask such—”

You never get to hear the rest of Loki’s question; the Quinjet makes a hard, stuttering sound, almost as if it’s skidding over gravel, and the entire ship lurches forward and then sideways. The scraping sound of metal doesn’t cease as the ship continues to vibrate from the turbulence. You lose your balance, clutching at air to steady yourself, only one particularly hard jerk to the side causes you to stumble into Loki with a soft oof.

The pair of you are jostled to the floor, and the next thing you register is the distinct sound of glass shattering.

After a few seconds, the vibrations stop. Thankfully, because you were really starting to worry that dying in space was going to become an actual thing. The lights flicker before steadying and it resumes its normal hum as though it didn’t just go through the most unholy turbulence you’ve experienced. Granted, this is only your third time in space, but the unexpected collision leaves you spooked out nonetheless.

“What was that?”

It’s this moment that your mind chooses to notice that Loki’s chest has seemingly cushioned your fall, the top half of your body splayed on top of him.

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you hastily clamber off him. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t say anything, only rises to his feet and dusts off the front of his clothes. “You and I are in big trouble,” he says.

You hurry to the cockpit, which isn’t much of a cockpit considering how small the ship is compared to what Stark usually provides. A space rock just about the size of the ship lazily rolls away. “Looks like an asteroid?” you say, uncertain. “Are we caught in a belt?”

“No, it was a rogue one. The trouble I pertain to is not that, mortal. I’m afraid we’re one plant short now.”

“What?” Your head whips to the back so fast that your neck cricks, and you rush to the spot Loki points at.

Broken glass, and a flower that’s lost some of its iridescence. Some particles glitter on the metal floor, and you curse.

“There’s a spare jar in one of the overhead cabinets. Maybe we can still salvage this one.” You sigh. “What if this had some super special healing power and we just ruined it?”

“I told you not to crash this ship, and yet—”

“Shut it, Reindeer Games.” At this, you can see in your periphery how Loki’s nostrils flare just the slightest at the nickname. He hates it. Hates it because Stark uses it.

You manage to pick up the bigger pieces of broken glass without inadvertently cutting yourself and throw it into the waste bin. Loki hands you—well, more like shoves into you—another glass jar, into which you carefully place the flower. You slot it with the other plant samples and straighten up.

“There are still some smaller shards of glass around here,” you say, gesturing vaguely at the floor, “so we just need to be careful when we walk here.”

The floor shimmers in some angles: some attributed to the minute glass shards, some from the flower. Loki dips his chin in acknowledgment before resuming his perch by the window, staring out at the abyss of space as he was doing before you and he decided to look at the Alfheim plants.

A decision you’re regretting more and more with each passing minute.

You’re back in the pilot chair, scanning for any possibility of crashing into another space rock. If what you were feeling earlier was sleepiness, how you’re feeling right now is that tenfold with an extra weight of ten pounds on your head. Your eyelids are heavy and your body is beginning to feel warm. You sniffle, your nose a little congested, and a sneeze permeates the silence.

You swivel around to face Loki. The simple action of it causes your head to spin; you feel almost lightheaded, the same feeling you get when you’re sick. You steady yourself by planting your feet on the floor. “Hey. Are you feeling a little woozy?”

Loki’s eyes snap to you, concern written on his features. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Not really. Feels like… like an allergy. From the flower.” You sneeze again. “Head’s heavy. Wanna sleep.”

“There’s a pull-out cot you can rest in.” In a flash, Loki’s helping you up, one arm around your waist. You can’t stop your eyelids from closing this time, feeling your grip on consciousness slip from you as your head lolls onto Loki’s shoulder. It’s a weird feeling. Heavy and light at the same time. You want to voice how it feels, but all that comes out is another sneeze.

“Perhaps the Alfheim flowers are a little too intense for your mortal body.”

Maybe it’s the allergies, but you swear you hear the hint of a smile in his voice. Loki drapes a blanket over you—wait, is he tucking you in?—and cards his fingers through your hair. You’re not sure if it’s real or not, but it feels nice.

“Sleep,” he says, voice distant and muddled. “I will take care of the ship.”

It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep to the Quinjet’s comforting hum.

It’s hot.

Way too hot.

You blearily open your eyes, the feverish warmth that’s spread over your body the first thing you notice. The funny thing is you’re hot but you aren’t sweating. At all.

Just warm.

Excessively so.

“It’s hot,” you blurt out dumbly, sitting up on the strangely comfortable cot. The blanket falls away from you as you squint at Loki’s silhouette in the pilot chair.

The lights are a little dimmer, you think. Not as harsh and cold, blinding white too, but almost warm. You didn’t even know the ship had that feature.

Loki doesn’t answer you. You realize this a little late after marveling over the Quinjet’s new lighting. “Are you hot?” Your voice sounds foreign, different to you—a different timbre, a little more hoarse.

“Not particularly.”

Your stomach does a little flip because shit, his voice sounds different too.

You swallow, rising to your feet. “How long was I asleep?”

“I did not keep track. Perhaps an hour. Maybe two.”

He swivels in the pilot chair, and your stomach does a funny kind of flip. He’s the perfect picture of a confident, cocky prince with a sort of casual regality; he’s leaning back just a little lower with his legs spread open, one arm hanging over the armrest while the other is bent at the elbow, a closed fist by his face. Like he sits on his own throne, proud and powerful and incredibly sexy.

And you’ll be damned if you don’t admit it’s an attractive sight.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, his head falling to one side. The intensity of his gaze burns into you, and something inside you coils unmistakably. What the hell…?

“I…” your voice catches, and you clear your throat. “I did. Maybe—do—uh, do you want to take a nap this time? ’Cause I can keep watch.” You hurry to your feet, and your legs feel like jelly as you stand. It’s as if they aren’t a part of your body as they take you to the heart of the ship, the halfway point between the cot and the cockpit.

Loki stands, still staring at you, and even in the dimness of the ship you can see that the intensity with which he looks at you hasn’t waned. He reaches you, standing a good foot away, and stops.

You try to calm the wild beating of your heart, rooted to the spot from his attentions, and you fidget. Your eyes are flighty in contrast, flitting from his face to his chest to the void outside the Quinjet and back again.

He lifts a single finger up to your face, tipping your chin upwards so your eyes meet. Heat begins to pool somewhere specific now, and you’re not sure what to do about it.

Obviously nothing, your brain screams in protest. It’s like your mind is swimming, your afterthoughts delayed and your actual thoughts heady, private wishes just bubbling at the surface.

“Your face is red,” Loki comments, his voice low and soft. Like the blanket he tucked you into. No, a part of you thinks, stop this right now—

He brushes his knuckles against your cheek, regarding you with great interest. “You’re burning up as well. Shall I take you to bed?”

Surely he doesn’t mean for his words to come out as much of an innuendo as they do, but that’s immediately where your mind goes: into the gutter.

“A-aren’t you tired?” you say instead, allowing Loki to steer you by the shoulders back to the pull-out. “I can definitely—”

“No, you need to rest,” he insists. As your butt hits the mattress, Loki’s expression shifts into a thoughtful one. “Although your suit seems to be an unfitting set of clothes, considering you’re quite hot. One moment.”

Loki disappears, walking to a hidden part of the ship and you take this time to fan yourself. It’s still unbelievably hot, and the way your folds are slippery without any stimulation (except, you think with a small smirk, Loki’s little pilot chair moment was visual stimulation enough) causes alarm bells to ring faintly in the distance of your mind.

You experimentally flex your lower muscles and—oh. Oh.

“Here,” Loki says as he saunters back into view. He tosses you a dark green shirt. “Wear that.”

You stare at the bundle of fabric in your lap and realize it’s his.

And just like that, a fire is lit within you.

You bring up the shirt to your face, inhaling his scent when he turns his back, and fucking hell does he smell good. Your mouth practically waters at it, your eyes trained on Loki’s back as he settles back into the pilot’s chair.

Unconsciously you bite your lip as you wonder what his skin might look like underneath his armor.

“Don’t turn around,” you say, fighting the urge to jump him right then and there that surges to the fore. You’re tempted. You really are. And you also want him not to listen to you and turn around, watch you undress and change into his shirt.

Again, what in the hell…?

You shimmy out of your clothes and pull Loki’s shirt over you. It’s Asgardian in design, likely tailored specifically for him. You wearing it just feels so intimate. The smell that’s so distinctly him envelops you and quite frankly, it’s intoxicating.

You stand, and the shirt falls just to your mid-thighs. He didn’t bother getting you any shorts; you’re not sure if you’re grateful or angry, or maybe a heady mix of both.

Bundling up your used clothes in your arms, you clear your throat. “Thank you.”

Loki swivels around, stuttering to a stop when he sees you. His eyes rake over you, from your messy bedhead down to your exposed legs. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat quite visibly, and your pride rears its head in victory.

“No shorts, though?” you ask innocently, one eyebrow shooting up.

“Unnecessary,” he answers with a devious grin that makes your insides melt and ignite all at once.

He turns his attention back to the controls, and you lay your clothes by the side of the pull-out.

Wearing Loki’s shirt does little to cool your temperature—in fact, it’s still blistering despite the Quinjet’s air conditioning.

“Are you sure it isn’t hot?” you ask again. You know you’re asking unnecessary questions, but you want to get him talking, speaking to you in that gorgeous velvet full voice of his.

You hear him chuckle, a gush of heat rushing towards your center. “I’m afraid that’s all you, little one.”

Sighing, you flop onto the bed, pulling a pillow over your legs. Maybe if you take another nap, the heat will subside from your body.

Your arousal, on the other hand…

A thought enters your mind, fleetingly, because you immediately push it away and chastise yourself through the murky fog of your brain. Pleasuring yourself? In Loki’s presence? The absurdity of the idea. You should be feeling shame… only you don’t. Not really, at least.

You shift onto your side, squeezing your eyes tight. Sleep does not come to you. You try lying on your back, on your stomach, and then again—

“Are you alright back there?”

The normal tone Loki uses astounds you, seeing as you’re somehow a feverish, horny mess and he isn’t. It puzzles you, and some deep part of you wants to figure out why. Only your brain seems to refuse to cooperate unless you’re thinking of doing certain things.

Things you certainly don’t mind doing with Loki.

“I-it’s hot,” you explain, embarrassed defeat lacing your words. How many times have you said that to him? You probably sound like a broken record.

At this, Loki lets out a full peal of laughter, husky and with a sensual edge to it. You wish you could make him laugh, hear it one more time. Or twice. Or on loop. It doesn’t really matter.

He swivels again to face you, his sitting posture similar to the one earlier, and it does things to you. Causes an uproar that’s novel to you, a need rising within you that must be sated.

Loki makes a smooth come hither motion with his fingers, curling from his pinky to his index. A beckoning you can’t refuse. “Perhaps I can help. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m quite adept at magic. It may help the current predicament you face.”

You slide off the cot and walk barefooted to the copilot chair. He looks a little different, you realize as you amble towards him. Maybe it’s the allergies, but just as he sounds different, there’s something different about him now that you’re really looking. He’s always been a pretty face and you’ve always found him extraordinarily handsome, but right now is different. You just can’t put a finger on it, so you chalk it up to his aura changing. Or the allergies. Most likely it’s the allergies.

You’re about to sit in the copilot chair beside him, only to be stopped when Loki laughs again and wraps his fingers around your wrist. All you hear is a faint, “No, silly girl,” before he pulls you in between his legs.

Pulls you with surprising strength, it seems, because your butt lands almost unceremoniously in the crook of his groin and lap. Your knees are hooked over the opposite arm rest, which means if you shift even just the tiniest bit to the side, your hip will come in contact with a certain part of him.

It’s a dilemma, you think with a giggle, if you want to be caught in a hard place.

His arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to him, and it just registers that you’re sitting on his lap holy shit you’re sitting on his lap.

“Are you comfortable?” he murmurs, adjusting your position so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. Instantly your mouth goes dry; it’s the proximity. You’ve never been this close to him before, and being in such a… an intimate position has you tense and rigid on top of him.

“I think so?” you squeak, stilling further as Loki’s nose burrows into your hair. He parts the curtain of your hair with side to side movements, until he buries his face into your neck. He inhales, and a delicious shiver runs down your sides.

“Good,” he breathes.

You’re frozen on his lap, afraid to even let out the smallest puff of air. His face just stays there, in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Are… you okay?”

And then your heart stops, because he’s lifting his head, his fingers brushing your hair to the back and exposing your nape to the cool air. The next second he’s tracing the tip of his nose from your chin up to your earlobe, where he pauses. You’re acutely aware of his lips against your skin, just barely brushing against it. “Never been better.”

He inhales again, deeply, and another shiver runs down your spine. You were wrong to think he was unaffected; something’s changed between you as you slept, and you aren’t sure why or what it is.

“You smell…” He trails off, moving down and back to the spot behind your ear. You swear you feel the slightest whisper of a kiss there, and it takes extra effort to hold in the sigh that’s caught in your throat. “…different.”

“I have a smell?” It comes out with a halfhearted, short laugh; an attempt to ease the thick tension that hangs over you.

Loki only hums in response. This time, with the pressure on your neck and the puffs of his breathing against your skin, you’re sure Loki’s lips are on you. Not a kiss, nothing more—just a steady weight that anchors you in his lap.

Anchors you to the reality that you are in his lap.

“And you are so warm.” The way he says it, his mouth moving against your skin, it’s almost as if he’s talking to himself. His arms around your waist tighten, and your hip comes in contact with a little bulge.

Well, not very little, but…

“Y-yeah, I thought you were going to do something about that.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes.”

His hand rests on your exposed thigh, his thumb rubbing hypnotic circles into your skin. “Better?” he asks with his face still buried in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t think so.” Coherency becomes increasingly difficult to achieve; you’re too focused on the sizzle of electricity thrumming within your veins, spidering from where he touches you.

“How about…” His hand glides up your thighs, skimming over your underwear and underneath the baggy shirt until they come up to rest on your hip. “Now?”

You’re sure he kisses you this time, on that sensitive spot below your ear, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from making a sound.

“Still nothing,” you whisper, strained. “As hot as ever.”

There is no second guessing anymore: something wet and hot darts out behind your ear, and Loki’s lips press a firm, lingering kiss there as his hand skims to the center of your stomach. You suck in a shaky breath, your eyes slipping closed at the spark you feel.

“And now?” he questions, just by your ear. The conspiratorial tone and the volume he uses makes you clench in anticipation.

Instead of answering, you shift on his lap—purposefully grinding a little bit on his evident erection. You hear Loki’s breathing change just slightly, his fingers curling on your stomach.

You think he’s about to do something to break the sexual tension and turn it into something tangible, something you both can actually do to ease the ache you’re sure you both feel, but you know the God of Mischief enjoys his games. He enjoys acting unaffected when in fact he is, and you intend to play that to your advantage. Somehow.

“I’m not sure I’m feeling anything,” you say as nonchalant as possible. A plan quickly brews in your mind, and you pretend to notice something on the dashboard. You wriggle in Loki’s lap, making sure to rub him in all the right places as you tell him you swear you saw something whiz past.

The way Loki tenses underneath you brings you a small bout of satisfaction.

“Perhaps,” he starts, his voice clearly strained as you begin to rotate your hips ever so lightly against him, “perhaps a nap is what you need.”

“But Loki,” you say, exaggerated and almost whiny as you lean back against his lean chest, feeling the full extent of his arousal against your lower back, “who’s going to see if the asteroid comes back?”

You yelp as Loki stands, one arm hooked under your knees and the other around your waist. He’s carrying you, the thought floating through your muddled brain.

“Stark will handle it. Like you said. Trust him and his technology, or something like that,” he says, voice a little rough. “It’s bed for you.”

Loki lays you down with surprising gentleness, smoothing the covers around you. You think you might be able to sleep a little now that a little pent up energy has been released, but you only become shell-shocked when Loki climbs into the cot beside you.

It’s not a very large bed, mind you, which means that you’re trapped between his body and the wall of the ship. There isn’t much room to lay on your back when Loki’s in it with you, so you settle on your side while he does the same.

Loki pulls your back to his chest, completely flush against his body. “Relax,” he murmurs. “Try to sleep.”

Yeah, as if you can with something very hard poking into your backside.

For the record, you do try to sleep. You let your eyes drift closed with Loki’s arm draped over you, but even when you reach that half asleep state you’re focused on his erection behind you and his arm slowly making its way under your shirt again.

And somehow, whether it’s of your own doing or your body on autopilot, your hand slowly makes its way behind, reaching between you and placing it flat against his erection.

It’s like time stops. There’s nothing but static in your brain, the only sound the ever-present hum of the ship. As if neither of you dare to breathe. Loki’s fingers rest on your hipbone, where the garter of your underwear rests.

Neither of you move. You stay like this, for how long you don’t know, until Loki exhales a little, pressing his length against your palm.

“Can’t sleep,” you whisper, shifting to ease the budding strain in your arm. “Still hot.”

“So am I,” Loki replies softly.

You don’t think you can tense up further, but your body surprises you. “Maybe…” You don’t know why you’re allowing your question to form and where you’re getting the boldness to ask. “Maybe you should take something off.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you don’t turn around to face him. The sound of the sheets rustling and the mattress shifting is enough to tell you that he got up. Cold dread begins to replace the delicious fire that was coursing through your veins—have you scared him away? Offended him?

The mattress dips again, and Loki’s pulling you against him, in the same spooning position you were in earlier. Only… only he’s shirtless, you realize when your back hits his chest.

Shit, you really want to turn around and take a good look at his gloriously naked chest first.

You’re not sure your heart can take any more when Loki slowly guides your hand back to the evidence of his arousal. Once he places your palm on his erection, his hand is sliding over your skin underneath what you’re wearing, resting just underneath the swell of your breast.

“You know, mortal, you are very pretty,” he admits quietly, his finger dashing against your skin. “And your company is… tolerable.”

“Yeah, you’re not too bad yourself, Reindeer Games.” It comes out rushed, breathy, and a small moan of pain (or is it?) punctuates the end of your sentence as he drags a nail over your skin.

“Do not call me that. Or I will have to punish you.”

When did you decide to court danger?

“Are you threatening me with a good time?”

“Perhaps I am threatening you with the absence of one.”

Fast as lightning, Loki removes his touch from you. “You are still feverish. Perhaps you should take off your shirt.”

“You mean your shirt.” Your heart thumps loudly against your ribcage, your hands now toying with the hem of the fabric. The tone between you two has shifted so drastically, the tension so thick it’s almost suffocating. You sit up, twisting to see Loki lying on his side, his eyes dark and half-lidded.

You maintain eye contact as you grip the end of the shirt, slowly pulling it as it exposes, bit by bit, the upper half of your thighs, your underwear, your stomach, your breasts, until you pull it over your head and toss it to the side. Loki stares at you all the while, a hungry look in his eye, but does nothing.

“Lie back down,” he commands, running a finger over your bare side. “Perhaps now you will be able to cool off.”

He twirls the ends of your hair around his fingers as you do as he says, the warmth of your center now the focus of your attention as it thrums.

Loki props you against him, on your side again, his fingers dancing across your midriff, moving up until he’s tracing the tops of your breasts and ghosting over your nipples.

Your back arches almost unconsciously, pressing into him where he meets you with equal pressure.

Experimentally you gyrate over his erection, making sure to keep your movements slow and agonizing. His hands skim over your breasts until he takes one in his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers until they pebble.

His head falls onto your shoulder as you keep with your tantalizing dance over his hips, his breathing growing ragged. He tweaks and pulls at your nipples, squeezing and palming your breasts until it’s the only thing that clouds your mind.

“Are you—are you still warm?” he asks, evidently trying and failing to keep his composure as you buck your ass against him particularly hard.

“You tell me.”

He flicks over your breast in response, your head falling back with a barely held back moan.

“Maybe you should take off your pants,” you suggest with a sigh.

“Maybe I should take off yours.”

“I’m not wearing any, remember?”

Loki stills, which makes you do the same. He shifts, gently guiding you to lie on your back. The confusion must be clear as day on your face, because Loki stares at you with those intense green eyes of his as he climbs on top of you.

Your faces are level, his eyes scanning every inch. You’re not sure where this is coming from; one minute he’s all over your breasts and the next he’s quiet and on top of you. He buries his face in your neck for what feels like the millionth time today, setting off a reaction that sends another wave of want to your core.

This time he sucks on your neck, and you gasp. Your hands move to bury into his hair, but Loki pins your arms to the sides by your wrists. You writhe underneath him as he marks you with tongue and teeth.

He peppers kisses around your neck, your throat, your collarbone as he grinds into you. Letting out a small groan, he moves to hover over your lips.

“Tell me to kiss you,” he whispers hoarsely. “Do it. Now.”

The grip on your wrists has slackened and you take the opportunity to pull Loki’s face to yours. Hungry and passionate is what the kiss is: his mouth moves quickly, in sync with yours, as though to make sure every bit of this is real and not just a fever dream. You savor it, the taste of him, leaving you dizzy and delirious with every swipe of his tongue and graze of his teeth against your lips. It’s almost rough, the way he kisses you, but it fits the urgency you feel. You don’t want to have it any other way.

He travels down until he’s suckling at your breasts, and you do everything in your power to hold in the moan that rises in your throat. All you can feel is heat and slick and the pulsing of your blood, overcome with the need to be filled to the brim by him.

You’re about to fumble with his pants when he trails a path of kisses down your torso, stopping when he reaches between your legs.

You’re practically trembling with anticipation now. Seeing Loki in between your legs, a wicked grin on his face, has you wetter than you’ve ever gotten in life. He spreads you apart, settling between them, and feathers kisses over your inner thighs.

“Loki,” you say through gritted teeth, your pussy clenching as he nears your sweet center. “Stop teasing.”

He shifts forward, kissing your hips, your stomach jumping underneath him. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he bares his teeth, scraping over your skin and biting down on the fabric of your underwear.

He slides one side down, his mouth dragging over your thigh, your underwear between his teeth; he does the same to the other side, and again he goes. All the way, pulling your underwear down with his teeth until they’re around your ankles. He discards it lazily, adding it to the growing pile of clothes, and at this point you’re nothing but a whimpering mess.

“So this is the source of your sweet smell,” he mutters as he lowers his head between your legs. You’re shaking lightly, wound tight from the excitement, and when Loki inhales the scent of you, long and drawn out, you almost want to cum right there and then.

“Absolutely divine,” he comments. Then he’s placing his tongue flat against you, your head falling back against the pillow, unable to hold in the moan that spills from your lips.

It’s like an explosion of little lights, you think distantly. Little stars bursting from one touch.

He lifts his head from your cunt with a mischievous grin. “I like that sound, little one. Let’s see how many times I can make you do it again.”

The feeling of Loki’s head between your legs, his mouth inside you, is incomparable. He dives into your cavern, his dexterous tongue causing you to sigh praises that seem to only spur him on. It’s a steady, swirling motion that drives you insane, your pelvis arching.

Then he’s moving up to swipe over your clit, and every nerve ending in your body sizzles and frays, another loud moan of his name ripped from your throat. With a grip of steel, he holds your thighs down, parted wide, as he assaults your clit with sucks and nibbles and licks.

“Loki,” you pant, hips bucking against his mouth. Your insides begin to coil in preparation, your walls clenching around Loki’s tongue. “Loki, I—”

He hums, almost like he’s questioning you, and the vibration on your sensitive parts is enough to send you over the edge.

The orgasm that overtakes you is powerful, pulsing through every part of your body as you whisper his name like a prayer. Only Loki doesn’t stop—he licks up every drop that leaks from you, and it’s enough stimulation for another powerful orgasm to build.

His lips latch onto your clit, sucking rhythmically, as his tongue swipes and swirls around the bundle of nerves.

“Loki,” you try to say, only it comes out a breathy whine, “I want to go down on you too—ah—”

He plunges a finger deep within you, curling against your G-spot in time with his sucks.

“Fucking hell, Loki,” you grind out, your fingernails digging into his scalp as you rotate your hips on his face. You can feel the steady climb to another precipice of an orgasm, as well as the tiny smirk that plays on Loki’s face against you.

Your grip tightens on his hair as he speeds up his movements; rapid, quick swipes on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you shallowly. Your walls begin to clench at the splinters of release—

“Not yet,” he says, removing his lips and fingers from you with a dark grin.

Frustration wells up within you, but it’s shadowed by the undeniable thrill that shoots towards your center. If you’re understanding Loki right—which you do most of the time—he isn’t finished with you just yet.

He crawls on top of you like a prowling animal, the pure lust in his eyes mirroring what you feel. He captures your lips in a kiss, languid and seductive, his hands cradling your face.

The juxtaposition of the entire situation hits you like a freight train. He’s gentle when he’s holding you like this, like you’re made of glass, but the urgency with which he grinds into your naked mound detonates another explosion of emotions. One action is delicate, the other rough. Contrast bolting through you at the same time and colliding into one as pleasure.

“You’re amazing,” you sigh into his mouth, and you can feel Loki suck in a breath, pausing at your words. Spotting your chance, you roll on top of him, straddling his waist with a smirk.

Loki’s eyes open, a ghost of bewilderment etched onto his face at the sudden shift, and then when he sees your expression he transforms his own into his usual confident half-grin. As though he’s merely amused by this whole situation—but he isn’t fooling you.

“I didn’t think you had it in you, little one,” he drawls, sliding his hands up your sides.

You grab his forearms, pushing them down to his sides as you rock against the clothed tent in his pants. Loki could easily overpower you, you know that, free his arms from your not so vicelike grip, but he lets you. Lets you pin his arms to his sides just as he did to you.

Lowering your head, you run your nose along the expanse of his chest, up to his neck where it’s your turn to inhale deeply. He smells just like the shirt you were wearing, only ten times more potent, and it sends a fresh wave of heady arousal to wash over you.

“Not yet,” you echo his words from earlier, your grip tightening on his wrists as you grind down into him. You can feel Loki about to respond with a snarky remark, so you silence him by suctioning your lips on his neck. Your one track mind has only one goal: mark him with bruises that are of your doing. Claim him as yours.

You lift off him with a little pop; not a very sexy sound, but Loki seems to enjoy it with the way his hips seem to be moving of their own accord. You kiss across his throat before suctioning again on another spot right below his jaw.

This time, you play a little rough.

Loki’s hips jerk upwards as your teeth rake over his skin, his breath fanning over your hair. “Little minx,” he utters, groaning a second later as you push your center against him with a harder bite to his neck.

“Pants off, Loki,” you whisper.

He frees one arm from your grip and haphazardly waves his hand, and your swollen sex comes in contact with the flesh of his hard and heavy cock.

Just as Loki’s about to jerk up and into you, you lift your hips off of him. It kills you to do it, but the teasing, the foreplay, causes you to feel a smidge of power.

“I said, not yet,” you say, sliding down his body until your face is level with his cock.

His length throbs in front of you, and somehow, somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind you think you’ve never seen a cock as beautiful as his. Curious, you lick a stripe down the underside of it, from the base up to the tip.

Loki masks his hiss, turning it into a cheeky exhale, folding an arm under his head. “Go on then. Impress me.”

Whatever intimidation game he’s trying to play, feigning nonchalance, it’s not going to work on you. You take a moment to examine the bead of precum that leaks from his slit, your fingers at the base of his erection, and drag the tip of your tongue over it before sliding your lips over the blunt head.

You don’t bob up and down; unmoving, merely suckling and swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. His hands fist into your hair as your hand and mouth begin to pump up and down his shaft, and just like that promises and praise fall from his lips like wine.

You chance a glance at him, and are utterly pleased by the sight. Loki’s eyes are scrunched shut, barely containing his pleasure, breathing hard through his nose. To have him, a god, reduced to his most carnal needs at your ministrations fills you with gratification. You take him further into your mouth until you can feel him pulsing with almost release, and then you lift off him with a sly grin.

“Not yet,” you repeat in almost a teasing, singsong kind of way.

Loki glares at you, but it’s hardly threatening. You manage to laugh as you level your faces, kissing him hot on the mouth and guiding your slick entrance to his throbbing cock.

You hover over him, not fully seated, his cock just stretching you the slightest bit. Your self-restraint cracks with every passing second you remain unmoving, until Loki takes your hips in his hands and brings you down on top of him, seating you on top of him.

He stretches you in a way you can only describe as full. You lean forward, planting your hands on his lean chest, and rock against him, eyes closing at the feeling.

It’s nothing you could ever conjure up in your wild dreams—he fills you, grinding in time with you and sending you into a barely controlled frenzy. But you keep your movements slow, relishing the way you can feel him throb inside you. Everything feels so new, a first you’ve never experienced: each touch, movement, kiss, no matter how small seems to be amplified in the small ship. It fills you with an unfamiliar, delicious kind of fire, boiling inside you.

“Not—not bad,” Loki grunts, unable to maintain the once casual tone he used before. “For a mortal.”

You swivel your hips and rake your nails over his chest, and Loki’s mouth parts lightly. “Not bad,” you remark, squeezing your muscles around him, “Reindeer Games.”

It’s Loki’s turn to seize his opportunity, it seems, because his eyes fly open, a wild, hungry look to him as he flips you underneath him, his cock still buried in you. The shift in position drives you a little mad, your pussy clenching unconsciously around him.

“What did I say,” he asks dangerously, plowing in and out of you with slow, agonizing strokes, “about calling me that?”

“You’d punish me.” A delicious shiver runs down your spine as the words come out.

“Wonderful that you remember. Because you’re about to forget everything except my name.”

And with that promise, Loki brings your wrists over your head, pinning them above you with a firm grip, his mouth seeking yours as he begins to rut into you more senselessly now. He swallows the moan you make when the tip of his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making sure to angle it right where you’re most sensitive.

He doesn’t cease his movements when he latches onto your breast, roughly biting and sucking until you’re whimpering soft cries and pleas and praises. His other hand caresses the curve of your hip and ass before he presses on your clit.

If you were seeing stars earlier, right now you’re seeing entire galaxies explode behind your eyes. The sensations are overwhelming, your legs spread wide open, and just when you think you’ve felt it all, Loki takes you by surprise and pulls you both into a kneeling position. He bounces you on his cock with unrelenting speed, and your arms find their way around his shoulders as you approach orgasm yet again.

You subconsciously flex your walls around him, biting down on his shoulder to prepare you for an orgasm—only Loki slows to a stop, gently laying you back down on your back.

The release that built inside you ebbs away, and you clench around Loki, a silent signal for him to continue. Only Loki pulls himself out of you, resting atop you with his face buried in your neck, suckling another bruise into your skin.

“Loki,” you breathe, his hand cupping your breast, “Loki, please.”

The god has the nerve to smile against you, you feel it. “What did you say to me earlier?”

“You said it to me first, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Loki lifts his head, his eyes boring into yours, blown with desire and yet… something has shifted. Something else is there.

“You are extraordinary,” he tells you, brushing hair away from your forehead. “You have always been the object of my attention, ever since you walked into the board room on your first day.”

Your throat closes with the genuine admission, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “Yeah, well, I always thought you were pretty neat. Maybe we can talk later and finish what we started?”

Loki chuckles, his eyes crinkling, and presses a kiss to your lips. “Smart woman.”

It’s almost as if the tender moment doesn’t happen at all, because Loki’s arms snake underneath you to bring your hips closer to his, plunging into you and reaching a deeper spot that makes both of you groan in earnest. Whatever just happened, you can probably mark it for later with a good sit-down conversation. Right now your focus is on his cock inside you, and you don’t hesitate to tell him how good he’s making you feel.

“Hands above your head,” he commands.

You oblige, and his head immediately dips to your breasts. He’s kissing, licking everywhere he can reach, while your hands tangle in his hair, his shoulders, his muscled back. Your back arches, his cock thrusting mercilessly into you, burying himself to the hilt and brushing against that sweet, sweet spot over and over.

You don’t know how you’re ever going to come back from this. Loki buried within you, your cunt stretching to accommodate him, perfectly slotting into each other. His fingers rub against your clit, adding to your already overloaded senses and fuck, it’s as if all the effects from the foreplay and your heat come crashing down in one big tidal wave.

The speed at which Loki’s pounding into you is almost ungodly, unreal. Your mouth hangs open, your orgasm building with extraordinary intensity—

Almost as quickly as it builds, you’re tipped over the edge, a broken wail of his name accompanying the spasms in your lower body. You’ve never had an orgasm as shattering as this one, your cunt fluttering around Loki even as you slowly come down from your high.

“That’s it,” Loki says, jaw set. “Very good, little one.”

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down—he continues to wreck you, the sounds of your coupling obscenely filling the air. You want him to feel the seismic pleasure you just did—so you clamp around him, rotate your hips in little circles in time with his thrusts.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” you tell him, watching how he slowly unravels with every new praise. You tell him how good he makes you feel, how good he is, perfect and incredible and oh, the things you would do to—

Loki bends down and kisses you ferociously, licking every part of your mouth and biting on your lips as he bucks, going rock hard and cumming inside you. His movements slow, just a fraction, as you let him ride out his high.

“Glorious woman,” he mutters, his eyes still closed as he kisses over every inch of your face.

You’re about to return with a compliment of your own, but are cut off when Loki grinds into you again.

“A-are you still hard?” you ask, a giggle rising to your throat whose tail end turns into another moan.

“I’ve lost count how many times I’ve made you make that wonderful sound,” he says, hips stirring back to life as you feel a fresh bout of slick moisture gush down your legs. “I think that’s quite a success.”

And then he’s flipping you over, on your stomach, pulling your ass up and sliding his still-hard cock back into your dripping folds, reaching depths you didn’t even know you had, evidently ready for another round.

Through your half-lidded eyes, you make out the faint outline of stars—whether they’re from the pleasure you feel or actually there, you don’t know.

-- -- --

You’d think overstimulation would best you, but your entire afternoon—evening, morning, you can’t really tell, space is just completely dark—has been you and Loki all over each other all over the ship.

You can’t tell how long it’s been, but you can feel the ship beginning to descend into Earth’s atmosphere.

“Hey. Hey, Loki—ah, yes, there—”

You’ve also lost track of how many orgasms you’ve had.

You writhe underneath him, searing hot ecstasy blistering in your core as Loki sucks on your clit, his teeth just lightly scraping over it, his fingers smoothing over your inner thighs.

“You taste so sweet, little one,” he murmurs against you, licking through your folds.

“Don’t distract me.” You swat at his head weakly. “I think we’re here.”

“Haven’t touched the ground,” he says, shrugging, making to dive back into your well-spent cunt.

You stop him before he can seduce you into letting him taste you again, and again, as he’d been doing all day.

Whatever warmth you were feeling earlier has completely subsided from your body, and even your mind feels clearer. As soon as you came down from whatever it was, all that was left was a blissful afterglow that you still feel until now.

Surprisingly, you and Loki haven’t had any awkward, dead air—granted, he has been buried in your thighs and yours in his most of the trip. You thought maybe as soon as the strange fever subsided, you’d both be back to whatever it was before this, but apparently not. It seems to have opened up a door, an opportunity, one you both mutually want to walk through together.

“We still have time,” Loki purrs, caressing your folds with his thumbs.

“You’re insatiable,” you sigh, and Loki takes this as a sign to delve back into your warmth, his tongue gliding into you for the umpteenth time today.

“You love it.”

You and Loki disembark the Quinjet, you with shaky legs and him with a sort of spring in his step. You’re not sure what to tell the others when you see them, a tinge of worry sneaking into your bubble of sexual satisfaction.

As soon as you walk into the board room, you’re met with the expectant eyes of the Avengers, studying the pair of you with varying expressions.

And then Loki’s sliding his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him, and the room erupts into shouts of “Called it!” and “No!” and you can’t help but laugh at the raucousness of it all.

“I’m glad we couldn’t take the Bifrost coming back here,” you tell Loki quietly.

“As am I,” he whispers back.

“Yeah, about that,” Stark cuts in, stepping forward, “yeah… you totally could have used it.”

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