#and yes she is named after Loki

[beastsovrevelation]

I had another Good Omens fanfiction dream this morning.

Basically, Crowley was due to give birth. You might ask, Pestilence, what's with you and Crowley being pregnant?.. The answer is, I don't know, and neither does my therapist.

So, Crowley's due to give birth, he's scared and in pain. Beelzebub shows up, along with a few other demons (I guess I'll look through the Key of Solomon, I remember a few have to do with healing). She told him they'll support him. I have a feeling, the dream adhered to my idea that Crowley and Beelzebub are siblings (in spite Beelzebub looking like she does in S2, so Indian).

Crowley had to change to his snake form, because while his human form was male (so he couldn't give birth without surgery, which was too dangerous), his snake form was female. The demons put him in a whelping box (genius idea). Crowley gave birth to either 4 or 6 baby snakes (apparently, they're called snakelets). It was a live birth, which, fun fact, some snakes do give (i think boa constrictors, and snake Crowley kind of looks like one, aside from the colouring). The baby snakes then morphed to human form. I don't think Crowley nearly died, but he lost a lot of blood, and got extremely exhausted. No, it probably wasn't realistic to how snakes actually give birth.

(They were far larger, though)

Oh, and at some point, Aziraphale found out, but someone (possibly Beelzebub) forbade him from coming, because an angel's presence would distress the babies, and they wouldn't take human form. They could also die.

No, I don't think Aziraphale was the "father". The babies were demons, while, according to my headcanons, when an angel procreates with a demon, the baby's an angel, as it's the original form (though, they do retain some demonic features). Maybe, Crowley mated with an actual snake, or something... It would be very Greek and Norse god of him, but what the Heaven, dude... I guess, Beelzebub could act as the litter's she-father, once the two had reconciled. Which, is a word I use for maternal figures who, traditionally, would be considered more paternal. You know, kind of emotionally detached, more provider than carer, often absent, that sort of deal.

This is incoherent, but I only remember fragments. I guess, I will put it down in my notes for the future. I already did. (I'm kind of tempted to write the birth scene, I like writing birth scenes, they're brutal).

Don't you just have a love/hate relationship with when you are already swamped with WIPs, but the Fanfiction Gods send you another vision?..

Also, don't you just hate it when you give birth to a litter of snakelets, with the help of your coworkers, and your estranged sister.

What the Hell do you even name that many damn whelps...

[bones4thecats]

Hello, can do resquest, Poseidon, Hades, Loki and Thor x Valkyrie reader, who is the mother of all Valkyries, This is what it looks like, https://es.pinterest.com/pin/890657263798502008/

❥· Nurture vs. Nature, Multi-RoR × F! S/O

Characters: Poseidon (🔱), Hades (💀), Loki (🐍), and Thor (🌩️) A/N: This is another favorite of mine. I love this thing so much, and I hope you like it as well, @zinnia1506! ✎ Summary: After the loss of your adoptive son, Zerofuku, you made your thirteen daughters, whom were named after your title of the 13 Valkyrie Sisters. But, after the setting of Ragnarok, your relationship molds over with hatred with your oldest.

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Looking at the sky with an empty expression, you took each breath in slowly. You felt empty, incomplete, someone would say. But, in reality, you felt normal. This was your normal.

Each cloud moved by with each passing second. While other Gods and Goddesses would see this as useless, this was the only thing you wanted to do for your pass-time. It was quiet, peaceful.

Small footsteps behind you made your eyes open, there, standing behind you, was the young God you were in charge of watching. "Zero. Do show me, how would you draw that flower?" You asked. The young, child-like god, smiled and grabbed some nearby flowers, using them like crayons on the paper you summoned for him.

"This is how you do it, Lady Valkyrie!" He joyfully said. You watched as he used the flowers to color the pink petals, before searching for a green item for the stem and leaves. As he ran around, your eyes shimmered. For some reason, being around Zerofuku made your life feel more welcoming, open even.

Before you knew it, Zerofuku handed you the paper. You took it in your hands gently and looked over his work. Every detail was there, which surprised you. The way he highlighted the sun's rays hitting the petals to the shadows cast in opposition made your eyes widen slightly.

You breathed out and smiled gently, though it was covered by your mask. Zeroufku felt your mood lighten and he began to shake in happiness himself. "Do you like it?" He asked. "Of course. You did a wondrous job on it, child."

"Thank you!" He replied. "Would you like it back? I'm sure it would be a lovely addition in your home." You said. Zerofuku looked at you and shook his head, pushing the drawing back into your chest. "No. Go ahead and keep it! Besides, you seem to like it more than I do!"

That was when you knew it. You wanted to feel this all the time. So, you began babysitting Zerofuku more and more. But, you regretted the one day you didn't. That was the day he went to Earth and never returned.

Tears fell from your eyes as you sobbed at the same spot as you were that day. You never wanted this feeling again... you needed to find a way around this...

-

🔱 You looked at the aquatic animals swimming around. The blow-fish looked at your finger, following it as you lightly drug it across the glass keeping you separated. Poseidon observed you from behind, his trident on the ground as you observed the fish.

🔱 Poseidon sighed internally and walked up to you, and, once you heard the sound of his weapon, your branch-shaped hair moved slightly, much like the ears of an animal. You turned around and looked into the blue eyes of your husband.

🔱 "What did Zeus do this time?" You asked. He shook his head, "This was not Zeus' doing. Rather, it was your oldest, Brunhilde's." You froze, eyebrows furrowing as you questioned what he meant. After all, Brunhilde didn't speak out against the Gods that often. It was always with you when she did it.

🔱 "She declared Ragnarok. Zeus accepted and is currently scrolling through the nominees for the Gods' Team." He replied, eyes watching the octopus Göll, your youngest, affectionately named Ink. "She opposed the Gods and is fighting for Humanity, isn't she?"

🔱 "Yes." He said. Your eyes went to the floor. This was not something you wanted to happen. For years, you raised those girls to help the Gods. NOT help the humans. The humans that tore your once-beloved son from you.

🔱 "I would like to fight." Poseidon's eyes widened slightly, looking down at you with his grip tightening on his trident. "No. I will not allow it."

🔱 "Poseidon, it is my choice. I'm not fighting for the honor of the others, but for the honor of my son." You said, eyes darkening in anger. "Zeus already asked me to fight in Ragnarok. I will be taking your place. No matter the outcome, the girls will need you. Our boys will need you." He said, motioning to your five sons, Polyphemus, Triton, Orion, Theseus, and Aeolus, running around happily, unaware of the chat between their parents.

🔱 You looked back to the ground, sorrow filling your form. In the action of making your thirteen daughters out of enchanted clay, you wanted to feel the love you felt for Zerofuku, but, Brunhilde threw that away. Like a rag used up.

🔱 Just as Poseidon began walking away to grab your sons to bring inside, you grabbed his loincloth-like fabric around his waist and said, "Please. Just, don't hurt any of the girls." He looked into your eyes, blue into blue, and blinked.

🔱 "Alright." He said, leaning in and kissing your head, in a way to comfort you in this mind-racing time. "The boys and I will be inside soon."

-

💀 Your husband sat beside you in your bedroom. Tears were falling from your eyes silently. That day was horrible. You declared you weren't going to speak to your daughters until Ragnarok was over, saying you needed time to even out your situation during the battle. Hades, your husband, patted your back through everything.

💀 A letter had been delivered by Hermes to you from Brunhilde. In this letter, she declared she, and her sisters -- your other daughters -- would be performing Völundr with their assigned human fighters. You were in distress, you already lost your son, how could you lose your daughters too?!

💀 Hades leaned his head on yours, silently helping you. He could hear the first round of Ragnarok playing in the background on your holographic-television. It was when it was over, that you both heard the announcement of Lü Bu, the first human fighter, dying.

💀 The God of the Underworld's eyes widened in surprise, not at the fact that the human died, but at the fact that one of his step-daughters, that he loved just as much as you did, sacrificed herself for humanity. Were they really that amazing?

💀 "No... Randgriz... my baby..." You sobbed harder now, tears falling heavily as your hands covered your eyes. Hades' eyes began to water now. Randgriz was one of his favorite step-daughters. He loved the light and love she brought to the Underworld, to his life, and the way that she cared for everyone, no exceptions.

💀 A knock on the door alerted you, but, you made no effort to move. Hades, who wasn't crying nearly as hard as you were, stood up and answered. "Who is it?" He asked.

💀 "Papa?" A little voice said. Looking down, there stood your youngest child, Zagreus. He looked up with tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. "Is Randgriz okay?"

💀 You ran up to Zagreus, and enveloped him in a hug. Zagreus, who was surprisingly smart for a child of his age, hugged you back, understanding what was happening now.

💀 Hades frowned and kneeled in front of your both, wrapped his arms around you two and began to cry. Your sniffs pained him, as did his son's. You made those girls to help with your emotions, to keep your happiness around. Yet, you neglected the thought of losing them like how you did Zerofuku. You protected them for years, and, despite all your effort, you were losing them all over again.

-

🐍 Loki knew your daughters well. He was around, what a human would say 20s, in age when they were sculpted by your hands by enchanted clay. You asked if he could watch over them for years when you were busy, and he did so pretty well. Sometimes, it felt like your daughters were babysitting him though.

🐍 You observed as Loki played with your three children, your daughter, Hel, and your two sons, Fenrir and Jörmungandr. Loki danced around them, Fenrir shapeshifted into his single form; a large wolf, while your other son became his only form; a large serpent. Hel just wrapped her arms around her father's neck as he flew around, playing tag with them.

🐍 "Come on, Dad! You're going to high up!" Fenrir called. Loki merely laughed and told them to try harder in catching him. Jörmungandr looked at you and silently asked for help. You smiled gently and called for your husband, making him freeze and call back to you.

🐍 Just then, your sons tackled Loki, making him yell and fall down to the ground. "Gotcha!" The boy-turned-serpent yelled. You kept a smile up, but it vanished when you heard your husband's name being called from behind you.

🐍 Loki looked up and put his daughter on the ground next to her brothers. "Let me guess, little old me is up next?" He asked Thor, who was tasked by his father, Odin, to retrieve his cousin. "Yes."

🐍 Thor looked at you and nodded back to you after you motioned for him to take your three kids away. They happily jumped with Thor, on their way to sit with their Grandpa and their Uncle. You then looked at Loki and then down at the ground, asking him if he was sure about doing this. "After all," you added, "Poseidon, Heracles, Hajun, Hades, hell, even Susano'o No Mikoto now... what if you're next?"

🐍 "Love. I know you lost five of the girls, but, believe me when I say this: I will make sure I get back to you, and... hopefully keep whatever Valkyrie chosen alive." He said, his hands holding your face as he stares into your eyes.

🐍 "I'll come back." He said. "I love you."

🐍 You smiled and kissed him, he hummed happily before taking your hand and walking with you back to his room to get ready for his round.

-

🌩️ Thor cared for your daughters. He was someone you cared for deeply, and, since he wasn't biologically related to them, it comforted you that he still put effort into acting like a father. Your emotions actually came out with him, and it did make your girls proud when you married Thor and not someone like Zeus.

🌩️ You've been married for years, and for those years, he and you parented Móði and Magni, your twin boys. As you raised your two biological children, Brunhilde began to separate herself from you, leaving you feeling a hole again. And, with no other ideas, you tried to connect with her again, only to be shocked when she told you she didn't want contact again.

🌩️ Odin told you it was most likely due to 'teenage-angst', but, after hearing she proposed Ragnarok, you were heartbroken once again. You looked at her, and, when she eyes connected with yours coldly, you leaned your head onto Thor's shoulder.

🌩️ You stayed with Thor the entire time, only being away from him due to the first round. And, after it was over, you tried talking to Brunhilde, only for her to ask if you were happy with yourself.

🌩️ "What are you talking about, Brunhilde?" You replied. "You know what I'm talking about! Your husband! He just killed your own daughter! How can you pick him over us?!"

🌩️ "I'm not picking him over you, 'Hilde! Do I have to spell it out?! I made you all because I wanted you guys! I wanted children to call my own!" She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. We're nothing but animated clay to you. You were never, and will never be my mother."

🌩️ Your eyes widened in shock as Brunhilde walked away. Shock was all you felt. After everything you gave her; your time, your care, you love, and she just says it was all nothing to you. Your boys just stood beside you, also shocked. You were an excellent mom, they've seen the photos and videos of you raising your girls. Why was she hating you so much?

🌩️ "Fine... have a good rest of the tournament, Brunhilde." You said, walking away with your boys trailing you. Thor, who was watching from behind a nearby pillar, was upset. He saw you care for Brunhilde and your daughters, you just struggled expressing emotions when it comes to loss. How does she not, in her millions of life with you, understand that?

🌩️ "Brunhilde." He said, causing the eldest Valkyrie to turn around and look at her step-father. "What?" She replied. "You've wanted to know why your mother made you, correct?"

🌩️ "Yes."

🌩️ "I think it's time I tell you."

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[midniqhtt]

miscellaneous marvel characters

masterlist • marvel • 06/19/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

tony

𑣲 sky rockets and robots I @amethystarachnid

Y/N's ex left her when she got pregnant, Tony is a softie here

steve/ loki series

𑣲 remember pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 pt9.5 I @bonky-n-steeb

Bored after staying on Asgard your entire life, you decide to sneak on earth. But what happens when Steve falls irrevocably in love with you, the Queen of Asgard, wife of Loki

sam wilson

𑣲 the futures overdue I @aquaticmercy

A year after breaking up with Sam Wilson, he shows up at your doorstep.

peter quill

𑣲 homesick I @rose-gold-bullet

You're sent on a mission to another planet and catch the attention of your ally.

𑣲 say yes (please?) I @mcondance

stephen strange

𑣲 we can’t be friends I @brunchable

Your relationship with Stephen Strange has been strained to the breaking point by his constant absences and mystical duties. Despite Stephen's attempts to mend your fractured bond, you decide to seek a more permanent solution.

𑣲 no other way I @/brunchable

stucky

𑣲 double trouble I @lostalioth

steve and bucky would follow you to the ends of the earth. one call of their names and they’re at your service. they’re obsessed, only problem is you aren’t theirs, not yet anyways.

𑣲 i met them and now im their queen I @mercurial-chuckles

𑣲 accidents happen I @myfictionaldreams

You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

𑣲 between the pages of a journal I @crazyunsexycool

You had been in a relationship with Steve and Bucky up until the time they went off to war only to lose them both. Years later when Steve and Bucky have reunited the receive the letters and journals you had written. Through them they learn about your life without them.

𑣲 a soul for a soul I @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

reader dies when collecting the soul stone with steve, and bucky finds out in the final battle against thanos

𑣲 we lost I @/jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

Reader Was In Space With Tony When Thanos Snapped And Is Later Reunited With Bucky And Steve

joaquín torres

𑣲 his secret I @writingdumpster

Joaquin has always wanted to keep you separate from his avenging, but when Sam and Bucky pay him an unexpected visit he can’t anymore.

𑣲 vuelve a mí pt2 I @nathanbatemanfucker

you and joaquin confront the cause of the end of your relationship.

thunderbolts* (multi)

𑣲 cumming in their pants I @lovebugism

𑣲 fake dating I @/lovebugism

𑣲 interrupted/getting caught I @/lovebugism

𑣲 nothing’s gonna stop us I @starktonyx

An attempt at homemade cookies, ridiculous requests to Valentina and a karaoke night will have you finding out you have a hidden singer in your team.

𑣲 seeing you in lingerie I @webslinger-holland

𑣲 the thunderbolts watch you get ready for a date that's not with them I @/webslinger-holland

[amethystarachnid]

Hey! I wanted to request Loki x reader fanfic. Can it be arranged marriage with slow burn au where the reader is a princess of a small kingdom who never thought she'd be marrying into a higher kingdom let alone Asgard. So is surprised when is betrothed to loki. She tried to give him benifit of doubt but we'll he acts like an ass and she decides to give it to him back equally. They both banter and throw sarcastic jibes during the courting period and after the marriage but over time they become friends and then lovers. Maybe She calls odin out on his bullshit and bias towards thor, and all the fun family dynamics with frigga and thor.

Thank you! And wishing you a happy new year!✨🍀

THE ROYAL LOVERS

⤷ LOKY LAUFEYSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, some angst and some fluff

ᯓ★ Requests status: open (only by asks)

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 11k (I dont think I can make it more slow burn than this lol)

ᯓ★ Summary: just what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing I think

ᯓ★ Part 2

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

You sit in the grand hall of your father’s castle, the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the cold marble floors. The room feels heavier than usual, the weight of your father’s words pressing down on your chest. Betrothed. You turn the word over in your mind, trying to make sense of it, trying to figure out how this has become your reality.

“To one of Asgard’s princes?” you repeat, unable to mask the disbelief in your tone.

Your father nods, his expression grave yet tinged with pride. “Yes, daughter. This alliance is a great honor for our kingdom. A union with Asgard strengthens our position, ensures our prosperity, and secures peace for generations to come.”

Peace. Prosperity. You’ve heard these words countless times before, always in speeches or during court gatherings when foreign diplomats visit. Now they’re being used as the justification for altering the course of your entire life.

You swallow hard. “And which prince?”

A pause stretches between you, long enough for your heart to skip several anxious beats. Your father finally answers, his voice calm, though his eyes betray some unease. “Prince Loki.”

The name settles over you like a shadow. You’ve heard stories of Asgard, of its golden spires and indomitable warriors. Tales of its princes, too—Thor, the golden-haired god of thunder, beloved by all, and Loki, the sharp-tongued trickster whose reputation is far more ambiguous.

You straighten in your chair, forcing yourself to remain composed despite the storm building inside you. “I see. And when am I to meet this... prince?”

“Soon,” your father says. “King Odin and Queen Frigga have agreed to host a meeting at their palace. You will accompany me to Asgard in three days' time.”

Three days. That’s all the time you have to prepare yourself for the encounter that will determine your future. You nod stiffly and rise from your seat, excusing yourself from the conversation.

Once you’re alone in your chambers, the weight of it all crashes down on you. You pace the room, the rich fabrics of your dress swishing around your legs, your mind racing. Betrothed to a prince of Asgard. It sounds like something out of a storybook, but you’re no naïve dreamer. You know enough to understand the realities of political alliances.

Still, you can’t help but wonder: why would Asgard—a kingdom so vast and powerful it dwarfs your own—be interested in such a union?

Three days later, you stand before the shimmering Bifrost Bridge, its prismatic light almost blinding. The sight of it steals your breath, though you quickly compose yourself as the Asgardian guards usher you and your father toward the grand palace that looms in the distance.

The palace is even more magnificent than the stories described, its golden towers piercing the sky, its halls adorned with treasures from realms beyond your imagination.

You feel small here, insignificant. But you refuse to let it show.

In the throne room, King Odin sits atop his gilded seat, his presence commanding, even intimidating. Beside him stands Queen Frigga, her beauty and poise as striking as the rumors claimed. The sight of her eases your nerves slightly; she seems kind, her gentle smile a stark contrast to the stern expressions of her husband and the guards flanking the room.

And then you see him.

Prince Loki.

He stands a step behind his parents, dressed in sleek black and green, the golden accents of his attire catching the light. His dark hair is neatly combed back, his pale features sharp and angular. There’s an air of arrogance about him, a cool detachment that only adds to his enigmatic aura.

Your father bows, and you quickly follow suit, keeping your gaze fixed on the floor.

“Your Majesties,” your father begins, his voice steady. “It is an honor to stand before you. I thank you for welcoming us into your home.”

Odin nods curtly, his single eye fixed on your father. “We are pleased to have you here. This alliance is of great importance to both our realms.”

Frigga steps forward, her smile warm. “And you must be the princess,” she says, addressing you directly.

You lift your head, meeting her gaze. “Yes, Your Majesty. It is a privilege to be here.”

Frigga’s smile widens, and for a moment, you feel at ease. But the feeling is short-lived as you catch Loki’s gaze. He’s watching you, his expression unreadable.

“Loki,” Odin says, gesturing toward you. “This is the princess, your betrothed.”

The words hang in the air like a thunderclap. Loki’s lips curl into a faint, almost dismissive smirk. He inclines his head slightly but says nothing.

You suppress the urge to bristle. Fine, you think. If he’s going to be curt, so be it.

Frigga notices the tension and steps in, her voice soothing. “Why don’t the two of you take a moment to speak privately? Get to know one another.”

Your father nods in agreement. “An excellent idea.”

Before you can protest, you’re being led to a nearby chamber, Loki following behind you at a leisurely pace. Once the door closes, you turn to face him, your hands clasped tightly in front of you.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The silence is thick, uncomfortable.

“So,” you begin, forcing yourself to sound calm. “It seems we are to be married.”

Loki leans against the nearest wall, his arms crossed over his chest. “Indeed. Though I must admit, I find the arrangement rather curious.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Curious? In what way?”

He shrugs, his tone casual but laced with condescension. “Our kingdoms are not exactly equals. One might wonder what my father hopes to gain from such a union.”

The words sting, but you refuse to let him see it. Instead, you smile sweetly, matching his tone. “Perhaps he hopes I’ll teach you some manners.”

Loki’s eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he regains his composure. “Manners? How quaint. I wasn’t aware my betrothed was a tutor.”

You take a step closer, meeting his gaze head-on. “And I wasn’t aware mine was a child.”

His smirk falters, and for a moment, you think you’ve won. But then he chuckles, low and amused. “You have spirit, I’ll give you that. It’s almost endearing.”

“Almost?” you echo, tilting your head. “I’ll take that as a compliment, though I doubt you intended it as one.”

Loki studies you for a moment, his green eyes piercing. “You’re not what I expected.”

“And neither are you,” you reply, refusing to look away.

The tension in the room is palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging between you. Finally, Loki straightens, his expression unreadable once more.

“This should be interesting,” he says, his voice quiet but carrying an edge.

You don’t respond, watching as he strides toward the door and leaves without another word.

When you return to the throne room, Frigga gives you a knowing look, as if she can sense the clash of wills that just occurred.

“I trust you had a productive conversation,” she says gently.

You offer her a polite smile. “It was... enlightening.”

Loki says nothing, his expression calm but his eyes glinting with something you can’t quite place.

As the meeting concludes and you prepare to return to your chambers at Asgard for now, you can’t shake the feeling that this is only the beginning of a battle of wits and wills. And for the first time since hearing of the betrothal, you find yourself almost looking forward to the challenge.

The news spreads faster than you’d expect. Within days of the announcement, the realms are abuzz with the most unlikely engagement of the century: Loki, the so-called “trickster prince” of Asgard, and you, the princess of a modest but proud kingdom.

You learn of the reactions secondhand—your father shares reports from neighboring realms, some of which range from incredulous laughter to outright disbelief. Even within Asgard, whispers fill the air. Servants, courtiers, even the warriors of the great halls exchange furtive glances as you pass, clearly wondering how and why such a union has come to be.

You, however, have no answers for them.

Forced to stay in Asgard for the duration of your courtship, you find yourself in a whirlwind of carefully orchestrated meetings, formal dinners, and—most excruciating of all—dates.

The first one is planned with all the subtlety of a lightning bolt. Frigga herself announces it over breakfast, her tone pleasant but brooking no argument.

“The two of you will take a walk through the gardens this afternoon,” she says, her serene expression giving no indication that this is a royal decree rather than a suggestion. “It’s a lovely day, and I’m sure you’ll find the fresh air invigorating.”

Loki, seated across from you at the lavish dining table, barely looks up from his plate. “Invigorating,” he echoes dryly, his tone implying that being dragged into the sunlight is the last thing he finds appealing.

You sip your tea, determined not to let him ruin your mood. “It sounds delightful,” you say, forcing a bright smile.

When the time comes, the “walk” is as awkward as you anticipated. The gardens of Asgard are, of course, stunning, with vibrant flowers and towering trees that look as though they were sculpted by the gods themselves. But the beauty of your surroundings does little to ease the tension between you and your betrothed.

“You seem thrilled to be here,” you remark as you stroll along a cobblestone path, glancing at Loki. He walks a step ahead of you, his hands clasped behind his back and his expression neutral.

“I’m beside myself with joy,” he replies without missing a beat.

You roll your eyes. “If you hate this so much, why not just tell your parents you’re not interested? I’m sure they’ll understand.”

Loki stops, turning to face you with an arched brow. “You think I haven’t tried? My father, as you may have noticed, is not particularly accommodating when it comes to matters of ‘duty.’”

You shrug. “Neither is mine. But at least I’m trying to make the best of it.”

“Ah, yes,” Loki says, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re positively brimming with enthusiasm. Tell me, is sarcasm a custom in your kingdom, or is it just your natural talent?”

“It’s a survival skill,” you shoot back, crossing your arms. “Particularly useful when dealing with insufferable princes.”

Loki laughs—a genuine laugh, though he quickly masks it with a cough. “Touché.”

The rest of the walk is less tense, though the banter continues. By the time you return to the palace, you’re both mildly annoyed but also—if you’re honest with yourself—mildly entertained.

The dates that follow are no less eventful.

One afternoon, you’re coerced into accompanying Loki to the library, which he claims is his “sanctuary.” You quickly learn that by “sanctuary,” he means a place where he can hide from people and indulge in his penchant for mocking their intellectual inadequacies.

“You know,” you say, trailing your fingers along the spines of ancient tomes as Loki lounges in a nearby chair, “if you put half as much effort into being pleasant as you do into being smug, you might actually be tolerable.”

“Why would I aim for tolerable when I can achieve perfection?” he counters, not looking up from his book.

You grab the nearest volume and plop it unceremoniously onto the table in front of him. “Here. Enlighten me, oh wise one.”

Loki picks up the book, glances at the title, and smirks. “A Beginner’s Guide to Asgardian History? How quaint.”

You grin, leaning on the table. “Well, I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with anything too advanced.”

For a moment, his eyes meet yours, and you swear you see a flicker of amusement there. Then he closes the book with a theatrical sigh. “Very well. Sit, and I’ll educate you—though I can’t promise you’ll retain anything.”

By the end of the afternoon, you’ve learned more about Asgardian history than you ever thought you’d care to know. And, despite his constant teasing, Loki is an excellent teacher.

Another date—a “ride” across the Bifrost on enchanted steeds—proves to be even more chaotic.

“Have you ever ridden a horse before?” Loki asks as you mount your steed, his tone suggesting he already knows the answer.

“Of course,” you reply confidently, though your grip on the reins betrays your nerves.

As the horses take off, galloping across the shimmering bridge, you quickly realize that Asgardian steeds are not like those of your kingdom. They’re faster, stronger, and seemingly unbothered by the laws of gravity.

You let out an involuntary squeal as your horse leaps into the air, soaring above the bridge for a heart-stopping moment before landing gracefully.

Behind you, Loki laughs—an infuriating, delighted sound. “Having fun, princess?”

“Shut up!” you shout, gripping the reins tighter.

By the time the ride is over, your hair is a mess, your heart is pounding, and you’re thoroughly mortified. Loki, of course, looks as composed as ever.

“Well,” he says as you dismount, his smirk firmly in place, “that was exhilarating. Shall we go again?”

You glare at him, brushing strands of hair from your face. “Don’t push your luck.”

Despite the constant banter, you find yourself… not hating his company as much as you expected. Loki, for all his arrogance, is undeniably clever, and his sharp wit keeps you on your toes. He’s also surprisingly observant, occasionally making remarks that reveal a deeper understanding of you than you’re comfortable admitting.

For his part, Loki seems to enjoy sparring with you, though he never lets on too much. There are moments when his smirk softens, when his eyes linger on yours a little longer than necessary. But just as quickly, he retreats behind his usual façade of indifference.

The days pass, and the courtship continues, much to the amusement of the palace staff and the frustration of your parents.

“They’re impossible,” Odin mutters one evening after dinner, watching as you and Loki exchange yet another round of playful insults.

“They’re perfect for each other,” Frigga replies with a smile, her gaze warm as she watches the two of you.

Perfect. You wouldn’t go that far. But as you lie awake in your chambers that night, replaying the day’s events in your mind, you can’t deny that something about Loki intrigues you.

And though you’d never admit it, you’re starting to think that this arrangement might not be so terrible after all.

The day of your wedding looms ever closer, and Asgard hums with preparations. The golden halls are adorned with garlands of flowers, banners bearing the crests of your kingdom and Asgard hang side by side, and the palace is abuzz with activity. Servants scurry to and fro, courtiers gossip behind jeweled fans, and Frigga oversees every detail with her characteristic grace.

You, meanwhile, feel like a tightly coiled spring, caught between nervous anticipation and the persistent irritation that comes from dealing with Loki.

If the prince’s attitude was difficult before, it’s positively maddening now. You’re not sure what changed, but he’s been colder, more distant, his biting remarks sharper than usual.

One day, as you’re walking through the palace gardens, you decide to confront him.

“Alright, what’s your problem?” you demand, stepping in front of him and blocking his path.

Loki arches a brow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to corner him. “You’ll have to be more specific, princess. I have so many.”

You cross your arms. “Don’t play coy. You’ve been acting like an even bigger ass than usual lately, and I want to know why.”

His lips curl into a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You flatter me with your concern.”

“I’m serious, Loki.” Your voice softens, though your gaze remains firm. “If I’ve done something to upset you, just tell me.”

For a moment, his expression falters, and you think he might actually answer you. But then his smirk returns, colder than before.

“Perhaps I’m simply preparing you for the reality of being married to me,” he says, his tone light but laced with something darker.

Your stomach twists, but you refuse to let him see how much his words sting. “Fine,” you snap. “Be an ass. See if I care.”

You storm off, leaving him standing in the garden, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

The tension between you only worsens with the arrival of Thor.

The golden-haired prince returns from a long mission, his presence immediately commanding attention wherever he goes. Thor is everything Loki is not—open, friendly, and effortlessly charming. He greets you with a beaming smile, his blue eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

“You must be the princess,” he says, clasping your hand in his large, calloused one. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Good things, I hope,” you reply, returning his smile.

“Of course!” Thor’s laughter booms through the hall, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. “I can see now why my brother is so reluctant to share his time with you. He must be afraid I’ll steal you away!”

You laugh politely, though the comment catches you off guard. Before you can respond, Loki appears at Thor’s side, his expression carefully neutral.

“Thor,” he says smoothly, his tone deceptively light. “How delightful of you to join us. I see you’ve already met my betrothed.”

“Indeed, I have!” Thor claps a hand on Loki’s shoulder, grinning. “She’s delightful. You’re a lucky man, brother.”

Loki’s smile tightens, and you swear you see his jaw clench. “Yes,” he says, his voice a touch colder. “Lucky indeed.”

From that moment on, Loki’s demeanor shifts even further. He grows colder, more distant, and his once playful banter becomes outright cutting.

During a dinner with Thor and the royal family, you find yourself on the receiving end of one of his more caustic remarks.

“Tell me, princess,” Loki drawls, leaning back in his chair. “Have you been enjoying your time here in Asgard? Or is it too overwhelming for someone from such... modest origins?”

The table falls silent, all eyes turning to you. Thor frowns, clearly disapproving of his brother’s behavior, while Frigga gives Loki a sharp look.

You take a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Oh, it’s been lovely,” you reply sweetly. “Though I must admit, the company has been a bit... mixed.”

Thor bursts out laughing, while Loki’s eyes narrow dangerously.

“Well played, princess,” he says, his voice low and icy.

The tension between you only seems to escalate as the days pass, culminating in a heated argument the night before the wedding.

“You know,” you say, standing in the middle of the grand hall where the ceremony will take place, “if you’re so miserable about this marriage, why don’t you just call it off?”

“And bring shame to both our kingdoms?” Loki replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I think not.”

“Shame?” You scoff. “Oh, please. Everyone knows you don’t want this any more than I do.”

“And yet here we are,” he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger.

The argument spirals, both of you hurling insults and accusations until you’re both breathing heavily, standing far too close to each other.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The air crackles with tension, and you half-expect Loki to say something cruel, something to end the conversation once and for all.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he steps back, his expression unreadable. “Goodnight, princess,” he says quietly, before turning on his heel and walking away.

You’re left standing alone in the empty hall, your chest tight and your mind racing.

The day of the wedding arrives, and you wake with a mixture of dread and resignation. You’re dressed in an elaborate gown, the finest your kingdom has ever produced, and escorted to the ceremony by your father and a contingent of Asgardian guards.

The hall is packed with dignitaries and guests from across the realms, their eyes fixed on you as you make your way down the aisle. At the end of it stands Loki, dressed in black and gold, his expression a perfect mask of calm.

As you approach, you search his face for any sign of emotion, any hint of the man you’ve gotten to know over the past weeks. But he gives nothing away.

The ceremony proceeds smoothly, the vows exchanged without incident. But as you stand before the gathered crowd, your hand resting in Loki’s, you can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted between you.

When the officiant finally declares you husband and wife, Loki leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “The games begin, princess.”

You pull back slightly, meeting his gaze with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “Bring it on, prince.”

The crowd erupts in applause, oblivious to the battle of wills raging between the two of you.

And as Loki leads you down the aisle, his hand resting lightly on yours, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds for this strange, tempestuous union. One thing is certain: life with Loki will never be dull.

The wedding feast is a blur of golden light, laughter, and endless toasts. Your smile is painted on, your cheeks aching as guests from every realm offer their congratulations. Loki plays his part impeccably, charming the crowd with his wit and occasional glances in your direction that are just shy of affectionate.

Inside, you feel like a tightly coiled spring, wound tighter with every passing moment. You know what comes after the feast. The thought sits heavy in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

The hour grows late, and when the last of the guests have finally departed, you’re escorted to the chambers that have been prepared for you and Loki. The halls seem longer than usual, the distance to your destination stretching endlessly as your nerves build.

When you reach the door, the servants offer you both polite bows before disappearing down the corridor, leaving you and Loki alone.

He opens the door, gesturing for you to step inside. His expression is unreadable, though his usual smirk is noticeably absent.

The chambers are stunning, of course—richly furnished and illuminated by soft, flickering candlelight. But all you can focus on is the massive bed at the center of the room, its silken sheets and embroidered pillows looking more like a throne than a place to rest.

Loki closes the door behind you, and you hear the faint click of the lock.

You stand frozen in the middle of the room, your hands clasped tightly in front of you as you stare at the bed.

“Well,” Loki says after a moment, his voice breaking the tense silence. “I suppose this is the part where we consummate the marriage.”

Your stomach flips, and you force yourself to turn and look at him. “I... I know,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

Loki studies you, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. Then, to your surprise, he sighs and moves to the nearest chair, sinking into it with an almost theatrical air of exasperation.

“Let’s make one thing perfectly clear,” he says, resting his elbow on the armrest and propping his chin on his hand. “I have no intention of forcing you—or myself, for that matter—into anything tonight.”

You blink, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he replies, his tone dry, “that we don’t actually have to do anything. All anyone needs to know is that we sayit happened. As long as we both stick to the story, no one will be the wiser.”

Relief floods through you, so sudden and intense that your knees nearly buckle. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly,” he says, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “I find the idea of spending the night in awkward silence far more appealing than the alternative.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, nodding quickly. “Alright. I... I agree.”

“Good.” He stands and moves to the other side of the room, unfastening his cloak and draping it over a chair. “We’ll sleep in the same bed—appearances and all that—but I promise to stay on my side. You won’t even know I’m there.”

You hesitate, glancing at the bed again. “Alright,” you say softly, your voice steadier now.

Loki changes into a loose tunic and trousers while you slip behind a screen to remove your elaborate gown and don a simple nightdress. When you emerge, he’s already lying on one side of the bed, his back to you.

You climb in cautiously, keeping to the very edge of your side. The mattress dips slightly under your weight, and you can feel the faint warmth of Loki’s presence, though you’re careful not to look at him.

The silence stretches between you, heavy but not entirely uncomfortable.

“Goodnight, princess,” Loki says after a while, his voice quiet but laced with his usual sarcasm.

“Goodnight, Loki,” you reply, your lips curving into a faint smile despite yourself.

The next morning, you’re awoken by a knock at the door. Loki groans softly, rolling onto his back but making no move to get up.

“Come in,” he calls lazily.

The door opens, and a group of servants enters, carrying trays of breakfast and fresh clothing. They’re followed by Frigga, who takes one look at the rumpled bed and your mussed hair and smiles knowingly.

“I trust you both slept well,” she says, her tone light but her eyes sharp with curiosity.

Loki sits up, running a hand through his disheveled hair and flashing her a lazy grin. “Like babes in a cradle, Mother.”

You flush, quickly busying yourself with the tea that one of the servants has placed on the bedside table.

Frigga’s gaze lingers on the two of you for a moment longer before she nods, clearly satisfied. “Good. The court will be eager to hear that the union has been properly sealed.”

You nearly choke on your tea, but Loki remains perfectly composed, raising an eyebrow at his mother. “Of course,” he says smoothly. “They needn’t worry about that.”

Frigga gives him a pointed look, then turns to leave, her skirts sweeping gracefully behind her.

When the door closes, you let out a shaky breath, your cheeks still burning.

“Well,” Loki says, leaning back against the headboard with a smirk. “That was convincing enough, wouldn’t you say?”

You glare at him, though there’s no real heat in it. “You could have warned me she’d ask.”

“And deprive myself of the pleasure of seeing you flustered?” He grins, clearly enjoying himself.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

The rest of the day is a whirlwind of public appearances and well-wishes from guests and courtiers. You and Loki play your roles to perfection, standing side by side and accepting congratulations with polite smiles.

But every so often, you catch Loki’s eye, and there’s a flicker of something there—something you can’t quite define.

As the sun sets and the festivities wind down, you find yourself wondering if this strange, tentative partnership might become something more.

The passing weeks blur in a mix of royal duties, public appearances, and private moments that seem far too fleeting. You and Loki settle into an unexpected, but not unwelcome, routine. It’s not one born out of affection, nor of any deep romantic feeling—at least not on your part—but something else entirely.

It’s friendship, of sorts, though it has an edge of guardedness on both sides.

Loki is still as sarcastic as ever, his barbed words often making you want to throw a pillow at him, but there’s a subtle shift in his attitude. He doesn’t try to make you uncomfortable, nor does he push you into situations that force your discomfort. Instead, he lets the two of you share moments of quiet companionship, moments that pass without him demanding anything more than just… being together.

At times, you even catch him offering a rare, genuine smile when the two of you exchange witty banter, the edge of coldness in his eyes softening for just a moment before it’s hidden away again.

It’s those moments—small, fleeting—that make you begin to wonder if there’s more to Loki than meets the eye.

But then, every time Thor is around, Loki retreats into himself. His demeanor hardens, his eyes become colder, and the playful teasing he once directed at you disappears, replaced by something almost resembling disdain.

It’s frustrating. You had grown used to Loki’s sharp wit and dry humor, but around Thor, he becomes a stranger. It’s as though he’s a different person entirely.

It’s in those moments that you realize just how much Thor’s presence affects Loki. The way his brother’s easy charm and warmth seem to have earned him the favor of everyone around them, especially their father, Odin.

The stark contrast between the two brothers becomes painfully obvious during family dinners.

On this particular evening, you’re seated at the grand table in the palace hall, flanked by Frigga on one side and Thor on the other. Loki sits at the far end, his posture rigid and his eyes fixed on his plate. The tension between the two brothers is palpable, though it’s subtle, buried beneath layers of carefully crafted politeness.

Frigga chats lightly with Thor about his latest battle, her soft voice carrying through the room. You listen attentively, though a part of you can’t help but glance over at Loki.

You can feel the weight of his silence, the way he seems to withdraw into himself whenever Thor speaks. Loki only offers the occasional half-hearted comment, his tone distant, as if he’s not really a part of the conversation.

Frigga, ever perceptive, seems to notice as well. She glances between Loki and Thor, her expression one of quiet concern.

“Loki,” she says gently, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken understanding, “is there something you wish to add?”

Loki straightens slightly but doesn’t look up from his plate. “No, Mother. I’m simply… observing.”

You can’t help but notice the way his jaw clenches, his gaze still fixed on his food as though he’s avoiding looking anyone in the eye.

Thor, ever the optimist, tries to break the tension. “Come now, brother. Surely you have a better tale to tell than mine. You’ve always been the more… creative one when it comes to storytelling.”

Loki’s eyes flicker toward Thor, but the look he gives his brother is colder than you’ve ever seen it. There’s something there, something unspoken that hangs heavy in the air between them.

“I have no tales to tell,” Loki replies coolly, his voice flat. “Not tonight.”

The silence that follows is thick, awkward. You shift in your seat, unsure of what to say, and Frigga clears her throat, clearly attempting to shift the atmosphere.

“I’m sure Loki has many stories to share when he’s in the mood, Thor,” she says, giving her son a kind smile. “But for now, perhaps we should allow him the peace to enjoy his meal in silence.”

Thor seems to take the hint, though there’s a flicker of confusion in his eyes as he nods. “Of course, Mother.”

But you notice the way he glances at Loki one last time before he turns his attention to you. He smiles, his usual warmth returning.

“It’s good to see you again, Princess,” Thor says, his voice easy and kind. “I trust you’ve settled in well?”

You smile back, grateful for the change of subject. “Yes, thank you, Thor. Asgard has been… more than welcoming.”

Loki stays silent, his fork moving absently as he pushes food around on his plate. You try not to let your gaze linger too long on him, but it’s difficult to ignore the way he seems to withdraw further with each passing moment.

Later, after the dinner has ended and the courtiers have dispersed, you find yourself walking the halls of the palace, your thoughts a tangled mess.

Loki’s behavior continues to trouble you. It’s clear that there’s something between him and Thor, something deep and unresolved. You can sense it in the way Loki acts when his brother is near, the way he retreats inward, shutting everyone else out.

And then there’s Odin. You’ve seen it too—the way the Allfather seems to favor Thor in ways that Loki could never seem to earn. The way Odin’s praise comes effortlessly to Thor, while Loki is left in the shadows, forced to fight for every scrap of recognition.

You’ve begun to notice the small things—the way Loki’s expression shifts when Odin speaks to Thor, or how he watches them both with an almost painful intensity when they stand together.

It’s hard to ignore the dynamic between them. Loki’s desire to prove himself to his father, to gain his approval in a way that seems perpetually out of reach, is something you can’t help but empathize with.

But you don’t know how to talk about it, how to approach him without making things worse.

That night, after the dinner, you retreat to your chambers, the silence of the room settling around you like a weight. Loki is already there, seated on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he stares out the window.

The flickering light from the torch on the wall casts shadows across his face, making his expression seem distant and closed off.

You hesitate in the doorway, unsure of what to say. But the longer you stand there, the more the words seem to push their way out.

“Loki,” you begin, your voice tentative, “I know things have been… difficult lately.”

Loki doesn’t turn around, but his shoulders tense at the sound of your voice. “Difficult? You mean the constant parade of Thor’s victories and Father’s adoration?” His words are sharp, laced with bitterness.

You step further into the room, your heart aching at the venom in his tone. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you say quietly. “But I can see it, Loki. I can see how much it hurts you.”

For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence. Then, Loki sighs deeply, rubbing his temples as if trying to stave off a headache.

“I don’t need your pity,” he mutters. “I don’t need anyone’s pity.”

You take a careful step closer, your voice soft. “I’m not pitying you, Loki. I’m just… I just don’t want you to feel alone in this.”

He laughs bitterly, his shoulders shaking as he turns to face you. “You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t understand what it’s like to be cast aside, to never be good enough no matter how hard you try?”

You swallow hard, your throat tight as you look at him. “I don’t know what that’s like,” you admit, “but I know what it’s like to feel like you’re constantly trying to prove yourself to someone who doesn’t even notice.”

Loki’s gaze flickers briefly to yours, and for a moment, there’s a crack in his armor. But it’s gone almost instantly, replaced by that familiar coldness.

“I don’t need your sympathy,” he repeats, though there’s less conviction in his voice.

“I’m not offering you sympathy,” you reply firmly. “I’m just saying… if you ever want to talk about it—about anything—I’m here, Loki.”

He stares at you for a long while, his eyes unreadable. And then, with a quiet sigh, he nods once, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, princess. But I’m not ready to talk about it yet.”

You nod, though your heart aches at the weight of his words.

“I’ll be here when you are,” you say softly.

Loki doesn’t answer, but the silence that falls between you is… less heavy somehow. Less lonely.

You’re not sure what the future holds for the two of you, but in that moment, you both find a small measure of peace.

And for now, that’s enough.

The days following your conversation with Loki are a strange blend of light and shadow. The weight of your words lingers in the air between you two, but there’s an undeniable shift. It’s subtle, at first—a slight softening in the way he looks at you, a rare but meaningful smile that occasionally plays at the corners of his lips.

But it’s clear, too, that there are walls around him, walls that are not easily torn down. You don’t press him further, content to let him open up in his own time, if at all.

Then, one evening, when the palace is quiet and the rest of the court is engaged in a distant gathering, Loki surprises you.

You’re walking down one of the many hallways, heading back to your chambers after a rather dull meeting with various nobles, when you hear his voice.

“Princess,” he calls softly, his voice carrying through the silence of the corridor.

You turn to find him standing a little ways down the hall, leaning against the stone wall with his arms crossed. There’s something different in his stance—less guarded, more… open, though he still holds that impenetrable air around him.

You raise an eyebrow. “Loki? What’s the matter?”

He shifts, a subtle but noticeable tension in his posture as if he's deliberating whether or not to speak. Finally, after a beat of silence, he steps toward you, his footsteps soft on the stone floor.

“I… I’ve been thinking about our conversation,” he says, his voice quieter than usual.

You give him a careful look. “What about it?”

Loki glances down, avoiding your eyes for a moment before meeting your gaze. “About my father.” His voice tightens slightly, but it’s not the usual bitterness. It’s something more raw. “You were right. I… I’ve been carrying a lot of things for a long time.”

You wait, not wanting to interrupt, giving him space to speak.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever told anyone this, but…” Loki exhales slowly, his breath shaking as if he's letting something go for the first time. “I’ve never felt like I was enough for Odin. For my father. Not in the way Thor is. Not in the way that he needs me to be.”

You step closer, drawn in by the vulnerability in his voice. “Loki…”

He shakes his head, as if frustrated with himself. “I’ve always tried to do everything he wanted. Prove myself, be the son he wanted. But it’s never been enough. Every time I think I’m close to earning his favor, Thor does something. It doesn’t even matter what. Odin just… adores him.” Loki’s words come out with a sharpness, like they’ve been pent up for years, and yet there’s an unmistakable sadness there.

You want to reach out, to comfort him, but you don’t. Not yet.

“Thor…” Loki scoffs, though it’s not with malice—more a mixture of frustration and helplessness. “He doesn’t try. He just is. And Odin… he praises him for every little thing. Meanwhile, I’m left to pick up the pieces, to try to carve out a place for myself. But nothing ever works.”

A knot forms in your chest as you listen to him. It’s impossible to ignore how deeply Loki’s words cut, how much he craves the recognition and love he feels he’ll never receive.

“I know it’s not Thor’s fault,” Loki adds, almost as an afterthought, as if the words pain him. “But sometimes, I just… I can’t help but resent him.”

There’s an ache in his voice that hits you like a physical blow, and without thinking, you step forward and place a hand on his arm.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Loki,” you say quietly. “I can see how much this hurts you.”

His eyes soften for just a moment, a flicker of something—something like gratitude—before the walls go back up. But it’s a start.

“I know you understand,” he mutters, his gaze dropping. “It’s just… hard to admit, even to myself.”

The silence between you two stretches, but it’s not uncomfortable. It feels like a shared understanding, an unspoken bond that has formed between you.

“You don’t have to carry it alone,” you say softly, stepping back a little but keeping your eyes on him.

Loki looks at you, his expression unreadable. Then, with a small, almost imperceptible nod, he gives you a faint smile. “Thank you.”

It’s more than he’s ever said to you in any of your interactions, and it makes your heart flutter, though you don’t show it.

“Anytime, Loki,” you reply, your voice steady, though your hands are trembling ever so slightly.

The next day, Odin makes his usual rounds through the court, his presence like a weight hanging over everyone. He speaks with courtiers, listens to reports from the generals, and gives out orders. But as usual, his praise for Thor is effusive, his voice rich with admiration.

It’s when you’re walking through the hall toward the council room that you catch the conversation between Odin and Thor. They’re speaking loudly enough for you to overhear, and you can’t help but wince as Odin lauds Thor’s latest achievement.

“Thor,” Odin says, his voice full of pride, “you’ve done the kingdom proud. Truly, your battle strategies are unmatched. I’m so glad to see you take your place as the leader Asgard needs.”

Thor laughs, clearly pleased, though there’s no sign of arrogance in him. “Thank you, Father. But I couldn’t have done it without the support of my allies.”

Odin waves off the sentiment with a chuckle, his voice warm. “Your humility is one of your finest qualities, my son.”

And that’s when it hits you—how blatant the favoritism is. How obvious it is that Odin is always quick to praise Thor, but Loki, despite his brilliance, is always left in the shadows.

Your chest tightens with the unfairness of it all. You’ve heard whispers before—how Odin has always placed Thor on a pedestal, how his approval has always been out of reach for Loki.

You’ve seen it yourself, in the way Odin looks at his sons. Thor, with his easy smiles and loud boisterousness, is clearly the favored one. Loki’s quieter, more calculating nature doesn’t seem to earn him that same adoration.

And something inside you snaps.

You’ve had enough of watching Loki suffer in silence. Enough of the obvious bias that Odin so openly displays.

With a deep breath, you step forward, deliberately interrupting the conversation between father and son.

“Lord Odin,” you say, your voice steady and louder than you expect. Both Odin and Thor turn toward you, surprised by your sudden interruption.

Odin’s eyes flicker over you, but his expression remains neutral. “Princess,” he greets, his tone polite but distant. “What is it you need?”

You take a step closer, finding the courage you’ve never had before to speak your mind. “I think it’s time someone pointed out something that’s been bothering me for some time,” you say, meeting Odin’s eyes with unwavering resolve.

Thor looks at you, clearly surprised, but Odin’s expression doesn’t change.

“I’ve noticed,” you continue, “that you never seem to acknowledge your sons equally. You give Thor praise, constantly sing his virtues, while Loki…” You glance over at him, who stands with his arms crossed, looking more uncomfortable than usual. “Loki deserves the same recognition, and it’s time someone said it.”

Thor’s eyes widen at your words, and Odin’s gaze sharpens, though he doesn’t immediately respond.

“Princess, this is a matter between my sons and I,” Odin says, his tone calm but with an edge that warns you to back down.

But you don’t. “It’s a matter of fairness,” you say, your voice unshaken. “Loki is just as capable, just as brilliant, and he deserves the same respect as Thor.”

For a long moment, there’s silence, a heavy, thick silence that seems to hang in the air. Odin’s eyes study you carefully, as if deciding whether or not to chastise you.

But then, to your surprise, he lets out a slow breath. “Perhaps you are right,” he says, his voice thoughtful, though still carrying the weight of authority. “I will consider your words, Princess.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you turn to leave. You know you’ve probably made a powerful enemy, but for once, it feels worth it.

As you walk away, you can’t help but glance back at Loki, who is now watching you with a look of surprise—and something else, something softer.

Later that night, you’re in your chambers, lost in your thoughts when a quiet knock at the door pulls you from your reverie.

You open it to find Loki standing there, his usual composed demeanor in place, though there’s something different in his expression.

“Loki,” you say, surprised to see him. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to thank you,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “You didn’t have to do that. But you did.”

You shrug, trying to appear casual despite the flutter in your chest. “It was the right thing to do.”

“I know,” he replies, his tone soft. “But that doesn’t make it any less… meaningful.” He hesitates, then takes a step closer, his eyes meeting yours. “You’ve… you’ve done more for me today than anyone has in a long time.”

The words settle between you, and for a moment, everything is quiet.

You don’t know what to say. But somehow, it doesn’t matter. The air between you is charged, but calm, like a storm that’s waiting to break.

And then, without thinking, you step forward, closing the distance between you.

Loki’s breath catches slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. His hand brushes yours, tentative but warm, and that’s when you both understand.

You look into each other’s eyes for a moment, the words unsaid but understood, and then you kiss—softly, tenderly, as if this moment, this connection, is something you both desperately need but never quite expected.

It’s gentle, quiet, and everything in between, and for the first time in a long time, you feel as though the walls between you are starting to fall.

The day after you stood up to Odin, something subtle but undeniable changes between you and Loki. The lingering tension that had once surrounded him, the cold barrier he had erected between himself and everyone, especially you, seems to soften just slightly. He still wears that aloof mask he’s perfected over years of deflecting people’s attention, but there are moments when he looks at you differently—like he sees you, really sees you, as something more than just the princess he was supposed to marry.

But of course, Loki is Loki, and despite the small shifts, he’s still a master of maintaining distance. He keeps his emotions locked away as tightly as his wit, but you’ve begun to notice the cracks. Maybe it’s in the way he lingers a little longer when you’re together, or how he catches your gaze in passing, holding it just a little longer than necessary.

Despite the changes between you two, the world around you continues to spin, and your role as the Princess of Asgard, as Loki’s wife, only grows more public.

The next day, after an awkward breakfast with Frigga, where she kept giving you knowing looks and you were pretty sure you heard her suppressing a sigh, you find yourself walking through the gardens, trying to escape the subtle whispers of court life.

As you stroll among the flowers, you hear footsteps behind you. A familiar, booming voice calls your name.

“Princess Y/N,” Thor’s deep voice rings out, and you stop, turning to face him.

Thor looks even more like the golden child of Asgard today, his wide smile blinding and a glimmer of guilt in his eyes. “I’ve been meaning to thank you, for what you did yesterday. Defending Loki like that.”

You tilt your head, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I never saw it, you know?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “The way Father favors me and how much it’s hurt Loki. I’ve always thought he was… I don’t know, distant, difficult. I didn’t realize I was a part of the problem.”

You blink, a little surprised by his sincerity. You’ve never seen Thor look so humble, so… vulnerable. It’s a stark contrast to the loud, boisterous warrior he usually presents to the world. “You didn’t know?” you ask softly.

He shakes his head, his broad shoulders slumping a little. “No, not really. And I’m ashamed to admit it. But I never thought about how he might feel when all the praise I get… it takes away from what he deserves. Loki’s clever, more than anyone gives him credit for. I see it now. I see how I’ve made him feel… less.”

Your heart aches a little. There’s so much more to Thor than the world gives him credit for, and perhaps there’s more to Loki’s pain than you even realized.

“Thor,” you start, your voice a little unsure but kind. “I think you need to tell him that. He needs to hear it from you.”

Thor gives a tight nod, the look in his eyes both heavy and sincere. “I will. But… I wanted to talk to you first, because I didn’t want you to think that I… I didn’t care.” He pauses, as if weighing his next words carefully. “I know you’re in a difficult position, Y/N, especially with Loki…”

You shrug lightly. “It’s not difficult. He’s my husband, Thor. I have a duty to him, yes, but I also want to see him happy. I don’t want him to feel this way anymore, either.”

“I understand,” Thor says with a soft smile. “And I promise you, I’ll try to make things right between me and Loki. But thank you. Truly.”

He offers a warm, brotherly smile and pats you on the shoulder, making you smile back, a little touched by the earnestness in his voice. It’s rare to see Thor so serious, but in moments like this, you realize just how much he cares about his family—even if it’s a little too late.

As the conversation dies down, Thor bids you farewell, walking off in the opposite direction to presumably find his brother. You remain in the gardens for a few more minutes, deep in thought. There’s a strange, almost bittersweet tension in the air now, an unspoken understanding of the dynamic between the brothers.

The next day, you find yourself walking the palace halls when you catch sight of Loki. He’s talking to a group of Asgardian nobles, but the moment he notices you, his demeanor shifts instantly. His sharp, emerald eyes cut toward you, his mouth forming a thin line. He says something to the nobles, and they scatter quickly, leaving him alone in the corridor.

You pause for a moment, unsure of how to approach him. But before you can decide, Loki walks toward you, his footsteps purposeful. You can feel the chill of his presence before he even speaks.

“What was that, then?” Loki’s voice is cool, his usual aloofness cloaking his words.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

His eyes narrow. “You and Thor,” he sneers slightly, as though saying his brother’s name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. “You two spent an awfully long time together yesterday, didn’t you? Talking about me, no doubt. What was it this time? His concern for my well-being?”

You bite your lip, taking in the sharp edge of jealousy in his voice. You feel a slight pang of guilt, but you stand your ground. “We talked about you, yes. But it wasn’t to criticize you, Loki. It was about… understanding.”

Loki scoffs, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, and his gaze shifts toward the floor. “I see. Understanding.”

“You don’t have to do this,” you say, your voice softer now. “You don’t have to push everyone away. Not me. Not him.”

Loki’s head jerks up, and his eyes flash with something unreadable. “I push people away because I know how this ends, Y/N. Thor always takes what he wants. He took Father’s love, and now he wants to take you, too.”

The words hit you harder than you expect, the raw, vulnerable emotion in his voice twisting something deep inside you. You take a step toward him, but he recoils slightly, his posture rigid.

“You don’t have to be afraid of that,” you say, your voice barely a whisper, but there’s certainty in it. “Thor won’t take me from you. I won’t let him.”

Loki’s eyes flicker toward you, the flickering of something darker in his gaze before he presses his lips together in frustration. “How can you be so sure?” His voice cracks slightly, and you don’t know how to respond, except to step even closer to him.

His face softens for a fraction of a second—just long enough for you to see how fragile he really is, how deeply the idea of losing you, losing anything, is etched in him. You place a hand gently on his arm, your voice even softer now.

“I know because we talked. Thor and I. He knows the way you feel, Loki. He’s going to make things right between you two. You don’t have to push him away.”

Loki’s jaw tightens, and you can see the battle within him, the struggle to trust his brother again. But then, something shifts in him, and his gaze softens, if only for a moment.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Loki admits in a low voice, the words barely audible, as though he’s afraid of speaking them too loud, afraid of what they might mean.

You reach up, gently cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin, and he leans into your touch. “You won’t lose me, Loki. I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice is steady, and you see his breath hitch slightly as his emotions threaten to overwhelm him.

He looks away quickly, his throat tightening, but the tremor in his shoulders betrays him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mutters, barely holding it together.

“Don’t say that,” you reply firmly. “You’re not perfect. None of us are. But you deserve all the love and respect in the world. And I’m here, Loki. Always.”

He looks at you then, his expression softening with that familiar vulnerability you’ve seen fleetingly in the past few days, but it’s stronger now, more present than ever before. Without thinking, you pull him into an embrace, wrapping your arms around him tightly. For a long moment, he doesn’t respond, his body stiff in your arms, but then he exhales slowly, his breath shaky, and finally, he holds you back.

The weight of everything between you two finally lifts, and the walls crumble a little more. The steady rhythm of his breathing in your arms is all you need to know that he feels safe.

Later that night, when you retire to your chambers, Loki follows you, a quiet presence in the doorway.

You look at him, feeling something deep inside you—a need for closeness, for reassurance that everything will be okay. “Stay with me?” you ask softly, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you see something like relief wash over his face.

“I don’t think I can ever go back,” he says quietly, his voice laced with exhaustion, vulnerability.

You reach for him, and without another word, Loki walks into your arms, settling beside you on the bed. You pull the blankets up around both of you, and without a word, you curl up against him.

His arm drapes around you naturally, and you breathe in the warmth of his presence, the security of knowing that, no matter what happens, you

’ve found something real between you two.

“Thank you,” Loki murmurs softly, as if you’ve given him everything he’s ever wanted, even when you haven’t fully realized it yourself.

You smile, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers, whispering back, “No need for thanks. Just stay here, with me.”

The night deepens, and the world outside your chambers is cloaked in quiet, but inside, there’s an unmistakable warmth that envelopes both of you. Loki’s arm around you feels like the most natural thing in the world. As the minutes pass, you rest your head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. There’s a comfort in the silence, in just being close to him. You feel safe here, as if this moment is yours and yours alone, something you both can keep in the quiet intimacy of the night.

Loki doesn’t speak, but the occasional brush of his lips against your temple is all the words you need. Each kiss is a small promise, gentle and soft, as though he’s trying to tell you everything his voice cannot. The warmth of his lips against your skin lingers long after he pulls back, and the weight of the past few months—the distance, the uncertainty, the doubts—slowly begins to dissolve. You realize now that it was never about the marriage contract, nor the obligations that bound you together; it was about this—this connection between the two of you that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to surface.

You kiss him back, tentatively at first, but as you feel him pull you closer, your kisses deepen. They’re slow and deliberate, as though you both want to savor this, to make sure it isn’t just a fleeting moment but a beginning. His lips are warm and soft, and every time they meet yours, there’s a spark—a connection that has been years in the making, one that now feels as though it’s blooming into something beautiful, fragile, and new.

The kisses grow longer, more meaningful, as if both of you are learning how to express the things you’ve kept hidden for so long. Loki’s hand gently cradles your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, as if memorizing the feel of your skin. He deepens the kiss slightly, and you meet him with equal fervor, the world outside fading away until there’s nothing left but the two of you, tangled in the quiet intimacy of shared tenderness.

When the kiss finally breaks, neither of you moves, just breathing in the same air. Loki’s forehead rests gently against yours, and you can feel the warmth of his breath, still heavy with emotion.

“Stay here,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with something you can’t quite put into words. It’s a question, but more than that, it’s a plea—a quiet request for this peace to last.

“I will,” you reply softly, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. And you mean it, more than anything. You know that, in this moment, everything between you has changed.

The night goes on quietly, both of you finding comfort in each other’s presence, the soft and tender kisses gradually fading into the warmth of shared silence. It’s a perfect peace, a moment of vulnerability and connection that neither of you had ever expected but now can’t imagine living without.

As the days pass, the dynamic between you and Loki shifts. What once seemed like a forced relationship, something borne out of duty and circumstance, is now something more. The distance that once existed between you two has shrunk, replaced by an ease that only comes when two people begin to trust each other in ways neither expected. Your interactions are now filled with light touches, shared glances, and quiet smiles. There’s a softness in Loki’s demeanor that wasn’t there before—a gentleness that’s slowly replacing the walls he’s built around himself.

You see it in the way he looks at you, the way he seeks out your presence even when there’s no need for it. There’s an undeniable shift in his behavior, one that others notice, too.

Frigga, ever observant, notices the change in the air the moment she steps into the palace halls. She smiles knowingly when she sees the way Loki watches you during breakfast, his eyes soft and full of affection. It’s the first time she’s seen him like this in a long while—less guarded, more present. She watches you both from across the room, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and relief. For all the missteps and misunderstandings, she’s always known that the two of you could find something real.

Thor, too, sees the change, though he’s not as subtle in his observations. He slaps Loki on the back one afternoon, his booming laugh echoing through the palace halls. “Well, well! Looks like someone’s finally figured it out,” he teases, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Loki stiffens at first, but then the corner of his lips quirks up, a smirk that’s less mocking and more content than it’s ever been. “What do you mean?” Loki asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t play coy,” Thor says, his tone playful. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. It’s about time, brother.”

Loki sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically. “I’m not in the mood for your commentary, Thor.”

But even as he says this, there’s a subtle flush to his cheeks, a fleeting moment of embarrassment that makes you chuckle softly. Loki’s pride may be as sharp as ever, but there’s a vulnerability there too, one that he tries to hide behind his biting sarcasm and quick wit.

As the days go by, your connection to Loki only deepens. The two of you spend more time together, finding moments of quiet solace amid the chaos of palace life. You talk—about everything and nothing at all. You learn more about each other in those quiet, unspoken moments than you ever did in the months before. It’s in the way he brushes your hair out of your face when it falls in your eyes or how he looks at you when you laugh at something absurd he says. It’s in the way he remembers small details about you, like the way you take your tea or how you always tie your shoes in the same knot.

The change doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. The courtiers whisper about it, the nobles gossip behind their fans. They notice the way Loki looks at you when you enter the room, how his eyes soften when you speak. They notice how the two of you sit together at dinner, heads close, sharing small private jokes no one else seems to understand. The shift in the way he treats you is almost palpable, and it doesn’t take long for the rest of the palace to catch on.

But the real surprise comes from the children.

It starts innocently enough. One evening, as you walk through the palace gardens with Loki, you hear giggling in the distance. When you look around, you see a group of young children playing near the fountain. They stop as soon as they notice you, eyes widening before they run over to you, their faces alight with excitement.

“Princess Y/N!” one of them exclaims, a little girl with bright red hair. “Is it true that you and Prince Loki are really married now?”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by the question, but before you can answer, another child chimes in.

“Yes! I heard you two are so in love!” The child’s voice is full of awe, as though this is the most magical thing they’ve ever heard.

Loki scoffs, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes. “I assure you, we’re simply fulfilling our duties. Nothing more.”

But the children aren’t convinced. They gather around you, bombarding you with questions. “When will you have babies?” one of them asks innocently.

You blush deeply, not quite sure how to handle the question. Loki looks absolutely mortified, but there’s an amused edge to his expression.

“Well,” you start, unsure of what to say, “we haven’t really discussed that yet. But we’re very happy.”

“Oh, I bet you are!” another child giggles, clearly not taking you seriously. “You two are always together now. You must be so in love!”

Loki looks at you in mild horror. “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

You laugh, feeling the warmth in your chest spread. “I think we’ve just become a fairytale, Loki.”

The children’s excitement doesn’t end there. The next day, they’re playing again, this time reenacting your supposed “love story” with elaborate costumes. They insist on calling you and Loki the “Royal Lovers of Asgard,” and you can’t help but smile at their innocent enthusiasm. It’s impossible not to see the joy they find in the idea of your relationship, an idea that, in their eyes, is full of magic and wonder. The way they view you both—so wrapped up in this imagined romance—is innocent and sweet, and it makes you realize how far you and Loki have come.

As the days go by, the children’s stories spread throughout the palace. The courtiers begin whispering more frequently about the Royal Lovers, and soon enough, even the servants are in on the tale. You and Loki have become the subject of countless stories, both real and imagined. The court’s expectations of your relationship have shifted, but for the first time, it feels like you’re not just playing a part anymore. You’re both actively shaping this life, together.

And for all the teasing from Thor and the gossips from the children, there’s a part of you that feels proud of what you’ve built. It may have started as a duty, a contract forged by fate, but now it feels like something more. You and Loki are no longer bound by obligation alone. There’s affection, there’s trust, and there’s something deeper—something far more real.

It’s not the fairytale the kingdom expected, but it’s yours. And somehow, that feels perfect.

part 2 with royal kids? ;)

[monstersandgenderqueers]

Little Gifts (Part Two)

So the first gift didn't work. You cross your fingers and hope for the best with the second gift, your heart aching as you wonder if Loki's dislike for you is personal or if he just really, really hates gifts.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader (he/him and she/her for Loki in this chapter)

Word count: 2419

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A/N: I couldn't sleep last night because of this. Oof. Anyways...

Divider credit @/saradika

You don't have to wait very long before finding out whether Loki accepted your gift or not.

After opening all of your curtains, you're briefly disappointed to see dark clouds looming heavily over the compound. The feeling goes away quickly, though, in favor of thoughts of spending the day inside to catch up on all that you'd neglected the day before. You get dressed into something decent and comfortable and walk to the kitchen, with a spring in your step.

Sitting between you and your coffee is Loki. He has his legs crossed and a whole pot of tea on the table beside him, with a steaming mug in one hand and a book, your book, in the other.

Based on his progress, he must've been reading for hours already. That giddy feeling bubbles up again, and you clench your fists to restrain the urge to flap your hands like a little bird trying to fly away for the very first time.

You fail to hold back the slight whine, which alerts him to your presence.

"Is something the matter?" he asks, his brows scrunched and raised in the way that sends a fresh wave of fluttery feelings. He waits patiently for your answer, staring at you in a way that's softer than his usual glares.

"Uhm… no, not really," you quietly reply, fidgeting with your hands to redirect the urge to stim.

"Are you certain? You are usually asleep at this hour."

You glance at the kitschy clock just above the espresso machine. It is indeed early, only half past six. "Oh… I didn't notice." Maybe that's why it seemed so dark when you woke up…

Wait, he notices when I usually wake up?

He interrupts your thinking, "Having trouble staying asleep?"

"Yeah, I guess so," you want to say more, much more, but the words in your head are all tangled up, and the way he looks at you is making it much, much worse. You clear your throat and make your coffee, trying to ignore the new weird feeling that pops up when he turns in his seat to watch you. It's tingly and warm.

You try your hand at small talk. "So… uhm… what are you reading?" you ask, as if you don't know.

"A fantasy novel," he briefly looks at the cover, "a gift from a secret admirer, it seems."

"A-admirer?"

Oh no… does he think I have a crush on him? I don't, obviously, so I can't let him think that…

He continues, "Yes, an admirer. I cannot imagine anyone purposefully giving me something with such precious thoughts engraved inside, unless they craved intellectual intimacy."

Your brain stops for a second. Can he hear your heart stutter?

Drat, I should've just gotten him a new copy. I thought it would be nice to give him one with all of my ideas, it'd be really nice to hear his, too…

What the heck is intellectual intimacy?

However, you can't deny how the warmth gets more intense the more you think about Loki touching the book you held so dearly before, and him reading what is essentially a diary embedded between the lines of a story.

Unfortunately for you, the feeling doesn't feel the same as embarrassment. It's… familiar, but so uncommon that you can't name it.

He chuckles quietly behind you, making your ears heat up faster than the water in the Keurig. 

You're not brave enough to turn around yet, but you find the will to string together a sentence. "Do you like the book so far?"

The chair creaks as he shifts his weight. You turn to look at him, as is polite when talking with someone, but you whip your head back around when you see him staring at you.

The brief glimpse you got was enough. He must've done something different with his hair… you swear it didn't use to look so long and curly and luxurious. It falls over his shoulders and down his chest elegantly, shiny against the black knit sweater he's wearing.

He's so pretty.

You squeak as if startled by your own thoughts, and realize you had been so absorbed in the way he looks that you didn't notice him speaking.

"...thoughts are quite humorous and stimulating."

You grab your coffee and hold the mug in your hands close to your chest, almost like a shield that prevents him from seeing how hard your heart beats in your chest.

"Hm? Whose thoughts?"

"The person who wrote in this book. I am unsure whether it is actually the person who gave it to me, though, since the Captain made me aware of 'secondhand' bookshops not too long ago. I doubt a book like this could be sold, though, which leads me back to the theory of a secret admirer," he says slowly and clearly, almost like he wants you to understand something that he did not say.

Hm. You don't remember writing anything particularly funny. Most of your notations were related to other things you had read, making connections that helped you remember the story as you read it. History and mythology, mostly, and sometimes your own experiences.

Oh. Is he making fun of me? Are my ideas silly? Giving that book to him was a bad idea. I'm so dumb.

You look at everything but him as you respond, "Oh. Okay. Uhm… good luck? I think I'll just go back to my room…" You hope that was the right thing to say, enough to dismiss what he could potentially be implying.

You see his disappointment for a brief moment before you walk swiftly out of the kitchen and away from him, holding the mug tightly even though it's getting far too hot for your hands.

Several days pass before you're strong enough to stay in the same vicinity as Loki. You try to make it not obvious, like quickly grabbing something from the kitchen and leaving, if he was there, or pretending you forgot you had a meeting in a few minutes if he sat down on the sofa you frequently lounge on. Your hard work paid off—he doesn't stare at you so intensely anymore.

Your luck had to run out sometime, though. The moment you step outside, ready to go for a jog, Thor calls out your name and waves you over to where he's standing with Loki. "Come! We're going into town!"

"But I'm—"

"Ah, but you promised!" he says, still smiling. He pats Loki a bit hard on the back, "my brother could use some time away from the compound." Loki glares at him, but Thor continues, "he's been moping around the last few days. Come along?"

He phrased it like a question, but you know Thor would find some way to drag you along. "Uhm… okay. Just let me get something nicer to wear—"

"Nonsense! What you're wearing is fine." Thor nudges Loki again, prompting him to say something.

Loki looks you up and down before he replies monotonously, "Yes. You look fine." Some of the edge in his features leaves, the sharpness of his jawline softening ever so slightly.

You know you don't have your wallet, just your phone and earbuds, but maybe that'll be enough for whatever the brothers have planned. "Okay, then."

Moments later, a black car pulls up. Thor glances at Loki and then takes his seat next to the driver. Loki rolls his eyes, looking peeved at something that Thor did that you didn't quite catch.

He opens the car door for you, making you hesitate before you step in and buckle up. "Than—" he slams the door shut before you can finish, walking around to open the opposite door and take his seat. Thor laughs very quietly, but you hear it anyway, wondering what's so amusing.

Although the car is definitely big enough for two adults to sit comfortably in the back seat, you can still feel his presence. Being so near to Loki makes the hairs on your arms raise, though it isn't unpleasant. It feels closer to the warm tingly sensation you've started to have whenever you're near him.

Don't think about it. Maybe it'll go away? Like dizziness?

Loki stares out the window the entire ride to town, speaking only short, clipped sentences when responding to Thor.

You don't really pay attention to their conversation, your own thoughts proving to be quite a distraction.

Why do I feel the same around Loki as I did around my crush in high school? I felt all warm and tingly and giddy when he sat next to me in class, like—

Oh. Well, that explains a lot, doesn't it? This realization makes the remainder of the car ride far worse than when it started. Each mile feels like it takes eons to cover, and you're more aware of Loki than you ever were before. 

He shifts his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and it makes your heart jolt and your eyes dart over. His hands are folded on his lap, and you admire the shape of them before you catch Thor staring at you, twisted in his seat with a cheshire-like grin. You look away, heat crawling up your neck and your cheeks. You sink deeper into your seat, and hope that Thor isn't a mindreader. Or Loki, for that matter.

You step out of the car and wait next to Thor for Loki. Looking over, you're startled to see a woman stepping out of the car in Loki's place. You glance at Thor, and he doesn't seem phased whatsoever.

Oh. It's just Loki.

Whether Loki's shifted to remain undisturbed while out in public, or for gender expression, you keep quiet and give Loki a tiny little smile.

"Come along little mortal, sister," Thor says, leading the way. You trail behind the siblings, starting to realize that Thor is up to something. His hushed whispers in Loki's direction and his indiscreet backwards glances towards you are enough to tip you off.

After a few blocks of walking around the downtown area, Thor finds a bench under the shade of an oak tree, and sits with his arms across the top.

"Uhm… is this where we're supposed to be going? I thought it was, like, a shopping trip…" you say, wringing your hands.

"Ah, yes. I thought you could show Loki around the bookshops here. She finished a novel this morning and lamented her boredom and frustration. An intrepid reader like yourself should be able to find something for Loki to devour."

Something about the way he phrased it makes your heart race. "Yeah, sure…"

You meander to the store you've been to dozens of times already, looking back a couple of times to make sure that Loki is following you. She is, quickly glancing away from you whenever you turn.

The doors to the store swing open as a couple walks out. They smile at you and Loki as the two of you walk inside. You try to smile back, but it looks more like a grimace. Loki must've noticed, because she suddenly appears mirthful.

"So… what books are you looking for?"

She came prepared. Pulling out a list from her pocket, she hands it to you. "Do you think they'll have any of these here?"

You look down and read her elegant scrawl, recognizing each and every title. It's a list of books you had cited in your many written ramblings in the book you gave her. "Oh… I'm not sure if they'll have these exact books, but—"

She lets out a great, dramatic sigh and tears the list from your hand. "I knew this was a silly idea," she says under her breath, tucking a raven curl behind her ear. Making brief eye contact with you, she draws together her brows in the way that makes your stomach flip each and every time.

"We can still look. I don't mind," you say, already heading towards the mythology section. Since she still has the list, and you can't quite remember the authors, you let her look over the endless rows of books. You do some browsing of your own, but for your own new interests. You pick up a couple of books, but then your mind switches gears.

Standing next to her, you get her attention with a tiny uhm, "May I ask you a personal question?"

She nods, her fingers briefly trailing the length of a book's spine in a very distracting way.

"So…" you pause, thinking of how to phrase this. "Since Thor's been calling you his sister, does that mean you feel that way today?"

Her icy eyes meet yours. This time, you don't look away. Her gaze feels warmer than usual, though they're still sharp and calculating.

"Yes," she replies shortly, as if she's unsure of your intentions.

"Oh. Okay. Just wondering. You're very lucky, I think."

She does the brow thing again. "Lucky? In what way?"

"You can just… be yourself. Whenever you want."

She looks like she wants to refute your statement, but she says instead, "Are you not?"

"Not really, no. I mean, lots of people can just be themselves, but not just on a whim or anything…"

Your mind wanders, thinking of the piercings and tattoos and other, more body-altering modifications you've seen or wanted for yourself. You must've been thinking for quite a long time, because Loki clears her throat and taps your shoulder.

"Going off on a tangent in your mind, again?"

"Huh? Oh… sorry."

"It's quite alright, little one. The face you make when you're thinking so deeply is quite endearing."

Before you can even begin to process what she just said, she's already around the corner, a stack of books in her arms as she presumably walks to the register. It takes another second or two to realize the books you were looking at were no longer in your hands.

You catch up to her just as she's paying for the books. "You don't have to get those…"

"Nonsense, dear. Besides, you forgot your wallet again, correct?"

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting to—again? How often do I forget my wallet?"

"Quite often, sweetheart. I've witnessed you run back inside the compound all the way to your room to retrieve it on plenty of occasions."

The fluttery feeling is back, soaring up up up and making your heart skip quite a few beats.

She looks at you like she knows something you don't as she pays for the books.

"Come, little one. Thor's waiting."

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi!! Can I please request a Steve Rogers x fem!reader fic where it kinda goes through different times of their relationship?

Where they met right after Steve came out of the ice (so about year before Loki’s attack on New York), Steve moves into his first apartment since waking up in the 21st Century (I believe he was living in NY🤔) and she’s his next door neighbor and she works at a nearby coffeeshop. They first meet when they’re both walking into their apartment complex and Y/n’s grocery bag breaks and he helps her bring it all inside. They get really close and start dating, and Steve proposes a year later, and Y/n is there when Fury goes to the gym to tell Steve about the tesseract and potential attack (Steve was teaching his fiancée some self defense skills), and Steve takes Y/n with him onto the SHEILD Helicarrier because he feels like she’ll be safer with him due to the potential attack on NY. He’s able to keep her safe throughout the whole ordeal and they get married after NY rebuilds and ofc the Avengers attend. But then fast forward to CA: Winter Soldier, after they’ve moved to DC, when Fury is shot in Steve and Y/n’s apartment (the couple had just come back from a date for their two year wedding anniversary), not only was Fury shot, but Y/n was taken by The Winter Soldier after Y/n had ran past Sharon to follow Steve to make sure he was okay🥺 Steve would be PANICKED. So Y/n is there and tied up when Pierce is asking Bucky about his mission report, and I feel like she would try to get through to Bucky because she knows who he is, but Pierce and Rumlow would definitely be rough with her to shut her up, and she gets experimented on and gets compulsion powers (so she can influence and manipulate the minds of others) and she’s brainwashed like Bucky to help Hydra🥺 As Hydra’s newest, most prized weapon she’d be very well hidden and under lock and key, only let out when Hydra needs to control someone. But after Buck pulls Steve out of the water, he risks himself to go free Y/n, drop her off at the hospital, before going on the run. (The two def bonded after their shared trauma)

Y/n doesn’t speak for weeks after this due to the trauma, until she wanders into the compounds conference room while the Avengers are having a meeting and tearfully asks for her Husband🥺 (and the months after this definitely include the Avengers and her Hubby doting on her)

In Sickness and In Health » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Neighbor!Steve Rogers x Neighbor!Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader with the Avengers

Summary: From neighbors to husband and wife, Steve vows to take care of you like he said in his wedding vows.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not you and Steve), language, neighbors to lovers, fiancée!Steve/fiancée!reader, husband!Steve/wife!reader, enhanced!reader, HYDRA, choking (nonsexual), kidnapping, violence, crying, hospitals, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the amazingly detailed request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Steve sat at a table outside of a coffee shop drawing in his notebook. He was so focused on his drawings that he didn’t notice you walk over to him at first.

“Sir?” You say.

Steve stops drawing and looks up from his notebook, seeing you standing on the opposite side of the table with a pot of coffee and a cup in your hands.

“Would you like some coffee?” You asked politely.

“Yes please.” Steve replies.

You poured some coffee into the cup and put it on the table in front of him.

“Would you like anything else?” You asked.

“No. I’m good for now. Thank you for the coffee.” He says with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled back.

You glanced down at his notebook, seeing his drawings.

“Are you an artist?” You curiously asked.

“No. I just like to draw.” He says.

“These are amazing.” You complimented.

“Thank you.” He smiles.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled. “I have to get back to work. Let me know if you need anything.” You say.

Steve nods. He watches you walk away, going back to work. As he watched you ask customers if they needed anything, he couldn’t help but admire your beauty. He smiles to himself before going back to what he was drawing.

Later that day, Steve took the train home. As he was walking to his apartment, he noticed you trying to unlock your apartment while holding a couple grocery bags in your hands. He felt bad for you when one of the bags broke and some of your groceries fell on the floor. You groaned in frustration. Steve, being the gentleman he is, helped you.

“Thank you so much.” You say as he picked up the groceries that fell on the floor.

“You’re welcome.” Steve replies with a smile.

You unlocked your apartment and walked inside. Steve followed you inside, closing the door behind him. You and him put the groceries on the kitchen counter.

“You’re a life saver.” You smiled.

“That’s what neighbors are for.” He smiles back.

Steve immediately realized that you’re the waitress from the coffee shop who complimented his drawings.

“You’re the waitress at that coffee shop, right?” He asks.

“Yes.” You replied.

“Who would’ve guessed that we’re next door neighbors.” He smiles.

“I know right.” You smiled back. “It’s like we were destined to meet.” You say.

Steve smiles and nods in agreement.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” Steve asks nervously.

“I would love to.” You replied with a smile. “I have the day off on Saturday. We can do something then if you want.” You say.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles. “I’ll see you Saturday afternoon.” He says.

“See you then.” You say.

Steve left your apartment, letting you attend to your groceries. He went to his own apartment. Nervousness and excitement coursed through Steve’s veins. He’s looking forward to Saturday and so are you.

———

You and Steve went on a few dates before making it official. Steve asked you to move in with him a few months into yours and his relationship, which you happily agreed to do. He allowed you to decorate yours and his apartment to your liking. You and Steve actually have the same taste in decorations, which made the decorating process easier for the both of you.

Steve has been ring shopping while you decorated the apartment. When he found the perfect ring for you, he just needed to decide when he was going to propose to you. He decided to propose to you a year into yours and his relationship, which is just around the corner. The anticipation of proposing to you was killing him. He wanted to propose to you right the day he bought the ring.

When the day of Steve proposing to you finally came, excitement coursed through his veins. He made sure everything was perfect. He woke you up with your favorite breakfast. Then the two of you went sightseeing. After dinner at your favorite restaurant, you and him took a walk in the park to enjoy the sunset.

“The sunset is so beautiful. Don’t you think, baby?” You say, admiring the colors of the sunset.

“It is, but you’re even more beautiful.” Steve says.

You couldn’t help but blush. No matter how long you and Steve have been dating, he always knows how to make you blush.

“Can I ask you an important question, sweetheart?” He asks nervously.

“Of course you can, babe.” You replied softly.

You watched as Steve got down on one knee. He took a small velvet box out of his jacket pocket and opened it, revealing the most beautiful diamond ring you’ve ever seen. You gasped and tears filled your eyes.

“I wasn’t sure how to adjust to life after coming out of the ice. You made it easier for me the day we met. I can’t imagine my life without you, sweetheart. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” Steve asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, Stevie!” You answered happily, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks.

Steve smiles widely and slid the ring on your finger. He stood upright and kissed you passionately.

“I love you so much, honey.” He whispers.

“I love you more, baby.” You whispered back.

———

“You’re doing great, sweetheart!” Steve praises you.

Steve took you to the gym to teach you self defense skills. You accidentally punched him a couple times. Not hard, but it was an accident.

“Turn around for this one, honey.” He instructs.

You turned around, facing the opposite direction as your fiancée.

“Pretend I’m a stranger for this one, ok?” He says.

“Ok.” You replied.

“Now, what are you going to do if someone tries to attack you from behind?” He asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You grabbed his arm and used all of your strength to flip him over your shoulder and onto the floor. You’re pretty sure that Steve made it easy for you. Either way, it surprised both of you when you did that.

“I never thought I would see Captain America get flipped by a woman.” Fury jokes as he walks in the gym.

Steve stood up, standing next to you and brushed the dirt off his clothes.

“This is my fiancée Y/N. Y/N, this is Director Nick Fury.” Steve introduces you two.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Fury says. “I need to talk to your fiancée about something important. You can stay if you want.” He says.

You nodded. You weren’t sure what Steve and Fury were talking about. Whatever it is, it sounds important. Fury handed Steve a file folder. Steve opened it, seeing a picture of the tesseract, making his jaw clench.

“I’m sure you want to keep your fiancée safe so she can come with you.” Fury says.

Steve agrees to that.

You went on the helicarrier with Steve. It’s way different than the last plane you were on. It looks like a small office and it’s cool. You and Steve also met the team who’s going to be fighting in the mission with him.

“We have to go over the plan for the mission. It shouldn’t take long.” Steve says.

“Ok.” You pecked his lips softly. “I’m going to sit over there.” You say, pointing at an empty desk.

Steve nods and kissed you before you walked away. During the meeting with the Avengers, Steve took glances at you every now and then. You smiled at him when he did so. He smiles back at you. When it came time to take down Loki, Steve made sure you were safe and sound on the helicarrier. You gave him a good luck kiss and you two told each other that you love each other before he went with the Avengers to take Loki down.

———

A few months after Loki’s attack on New York, you and Steve finally got married. You guys became good friends with the Avengers and invited them to yours and his wedding. Everything was perfect for you and Steve. Everyone teared up from how beautiful the wedding.

The dancing was one of your favorite parts of yours and his wedding. Steve taught you how to dance a week before the wedding. It was the basic swaying in each other’s arms, which you love. You gazed up at your husband with the look of love and adoration on your face. Steve gazes down at you with the same look on his face.

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart.” Steve softly compliments.

“You look so handsome, baby.” You softly complimented back.

“I love you, Mrs. Rogers.” He whispers.

“I love you too, Mr. Rogers.” You whispered back.

Steve kisses you softly and sweetly. You two smiled against each other’s lips.

———

“That Italian restaurant gets even more amazing every time we eat out there. We should eat out there more often.” You say with a smile.

“They are amazing.” Steve agrees and smiles.

Today is yours and Steve’s two year wedding anniversary. Everything about today was perfect. Steve woke you up with your favorite breakfast and bouquet of flowers. Then you two went out to lunch. To conclude the evening, you two went out to dinner at yours and his favorite Italian restaurant.

“Hi, neighbors!” Sharon greets you two as she walks out of her apartment.

“Hi, Sharon.” You and Steve greet her back.

“From the smiles on your faces, it looks like you two enjoyed your night.” She says.

“We did.” You say.

“Well, don’t let me keep you from continuing your romantic night.” She says. “Oh, by the way, I think you guys may have left a radio on or something in your apartment.” She adds before walking away.

Yours and Steve’s furrowed in confusion. You two always make sure everything is off in yours and his apartment before you guys leave to go anywhere. Steve unlocked the door and you two walked inside cautiously. He picked up his shield that was propped against the wall and held it in front of him. He gently pushed you behind him to shield you. You two walked to the living room to see Fury sitting in the living room. It looks like he got into a fight with someone from the injures he has.

“Are you ok?” You softly asked Fury.

“Yea, I’m fine.” Fury says.

“Are you sure? I can get you an ice pack or something.” You offered.

“It’s ok. Thank you for offering.” He says.

Fury held his phone up, which said he was being followed by someone. Instead of telling Steve, he made something up so nothing seemed out of the ordinary. As the story Fury made up continued, a bullet came through the window, making you scream. Steve shielded the two of you from the shattered glass that flew all over the living room. You and Steve looked at Fury, seeing that he got shot. Steve knew what he had to do. Chase down the person who shot Fury, who happened to be the Winter Soldier.

“Hide somewhere and I’ll find you, ok?” Steve says.

You nodded and ran to yours and his bedroom, hiding in the back of the closet behind a couple stacked storage containers. Meanwhile, Steve ran after the Winter Soldier and ended up on the roof. He was running away from him. He threw his shield at him. The Winter Soldier caught it with his metal hand and stared Steve down for a second before throwing back at him. He caught it and looked at it with a shocked look on his face.

The Winter Soldier went back to yours and Steve’s apartment without being seen by anyone. He climbed up the fire escape that took him to the window of yours and Steve’s bedroom. He opened the window and climbed through it. You could hear footsteps in the bedroom. It wasn’t Steve’s footsteps. Your heart thudded against your chest. You covered your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Suddenly, the closet door opened. The Winter Soldier scanned the closet, knowing you’re in there. He could hear your breathing coming from behind the two storage containers you were hiding behind. He moved them out of the away to get access to you. You screamed and ran past him. You didn’t get far. The Winter Soldier grabbed you and slammed you against wall. He then wrapped his metal hand around your throat, choking you till you passed out.

Steve went back to yours and his apartment to check on you. He looked all over the apartment for you, but couldn’t find you. That’s when he seen the window open in yours and his bedroom. He ran over to the window and looked out of it. His eyes went wide and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he realized that the Winter Soldier took his wife.

“This can’t be happening.” Steve says shakily to himself.

Steve got a call from Natasha, telling him that Fury is in the hospital. He made his way to the hospital to check on Fury while trying to figure out where the Winter Soldier might’ve taken you. Steve’s mind was all over the place. He’s beyond scared for you.

“Why was Fury in yours and Y/N’s apartment?” Natasha asks Steve.

“I don’t know.” Steve answers quietly.

“Are you ok?” She asks softly.

“He took my wife.” He says, his eyes tearing up.

“Who took her?” She asks.

“I don’t know, but he had a metal arm.” He says.

Natasha knew who Steve was talking about when he mentioned the metal arm.

“What?” Steve asks.

“I think I might know who took Y/N.” Natasha says quietly.

Steve looks around, seeing some people around the two of them. He gently ushered her into a storage closet so they can talk privately.

“Who is the guy with the metal arm?” Steve asks in a demanding voice.

“He’s credited with dozens of assassinations in the last 50 years. They call him the Winter Soldier.” Natasha explains.

“How do you know about him?” He asks curiously.

“I had a run in with him on a mission once.” She says, lifting her shirt to show him the scar on her lower abdomen.

Steve looks at her scar. Fear was coursing through his veins. Now, he’s thinking that the Winter Soldier might do to you like what he did to Natasha.

———

Meanwhile, you woke up in an unfamiliar room. You weren’t sure where you were. You looked around the room, trying to gather your surroundings. You got off the small bed you were laying on and walked around the room, trying to figure out where you might be. You walked over to the door and started hitting it and pounding on it with your hands.

“Hello! Is anybody out there?” You shouted. “I know someone called hear me!” You shouted again.

You then laid back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. A few minutes go by when the door opens. You sat up to see a man dressed in all black tactical gear.

“Get up.” The HYDRA agent orders.

You didn’t dare to move a muscle. You sat there and stared at him. The HYDRA agent walks over to you and grabbed your arm with a bruising grip and roughly pulled you out from the bed. He led you out of the room and to a different room. The room he took you to looked like some kind of lab. He forced you to sit down in a chair and he strapped your arms and legs down with restraints. You weren’t the only one in there. You seen the Winter Soldier sitting across from you. You stared at him for a moment. You recognized the Winter Soldier as your husband’s best friend Bucky Barnes from the pictures Steve has showed you.

“Are you Bucky?” You asked curiously.

Everyone who was in the room went silent. The Winter Soldier stared at you for a few seconds before answering you.

“Yes.” Bucky answers.

“Do you remember your best friend Steve Rogers?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers again.

“I’m his wife. He told me all about you.” You say.

Bucky’s eyes went wide, realizing that he kidnapped his best friend’s wife when he was in Winter Soldier mode.

“That’s enough talking.” Pierce says.

You completely ignored what Pierce said and continued talking to Bucky.

“I can help you.” You say softly, almost whispering.

You can tell by the look on his face that he wants you to help him. It wouldn’t get either of you far if HYDRA has control over one of you, soon to be both of you.

“Do you ever shut the hell up?” Brock asks.

Bucky’s jaw clenched when Brock said that to you.

“I’m trying to help him!” You say.

Brock leaned down to your level, his face close to yours.

“You can’t help him or even yourself in here, can you, Mrs. Rogers?” He says.

“Steve will come save me and Bucky. He’ll see what you guys did to his best friend.” You say, trying to sound intimidating.

“You keep telling yourself that.” He says.

Brock stood upright. Pierce motioned Brock over to him. He whispered something to him that you couldn’t make out. He nodded and walks over to you, undoing the restraints off your arms and legs. You took the opportunity to jumped out of the chair and attempted to run away from them, which was a huge mistake on your part, because every HYDRA agent in the room pointed their guns at you, making you stop and freeze in place.

“Nice try, Mrs. Rogers.” Brock says.

Brock grabbed your arm with a bruising grip, leading you out of the room and took you to a different room. He forcefully made you sit down in the chair and put restraints on your arms and legs once again. He left the room after that. A few minutes later, a man in a white lab coat walks in the room with a tray with stuff on it. He placed it down on the table next to you. You looked at the stuff on the tray, your eyes widening when you seen a needle. That’s when all the pain and trauma began…

———

It felt like forever to Steve since the Winter Soldier kidnapped you last night. Steve was thinking the worst. On top of all of that, he also found out that his best friend is alive. He was staring off in the distance, his eyes red from crying. Natasha and Sam were doing everything they can to help him.

“It’s going to be alright, man.” Sam says, putting a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“He looked at me and didn’t even recognize me.” Steve says.

Steve knows what he has to do now. Take down HYDRA, attempt to get through to his best friend, and get his wife back.

———

Steve is now standing on the helicarrier across from the Winter Soldier.

“Please don’t make me do this, Buck.” Steve pleads softly.

The Winter Soldier stared at him without saying a word. Steve sighs to himself, not wanting to fight his best friend, but he has no choice.

During the fight, Steve was doing everything he could to get through to Bucky, but nothing seems to be working.

“You’re my mission.” The Winter Soldier growls.

“Then finish it.” Steve said. “Cause I’m with you till the end of the line. Tell Y/N I love her.” He says.

The Winter Soldier stared at Steve with wide eyes and lowered his fist when he said your name. That’s when the ground gave out under the two Super Soldiers. The Winter Soldier held onto a metal bar with his metal hand as he watched Steve fall into the water below. He then let go of the bar, falling into the water. He grabbed onto Steve and pulled him out of the water. He stared at him for a second before running to the HYDRA base you’re at. He has to get you out of that hell hole.

Bucky opened your cell door to see you laying on the small bed. He walked over to you and picked you up. He got you out of there as fast as he could. He took you to the hospital to get you medical attention. He even wrote Steve a note explaining everything and apologizing. He gave it to a nurse to give to Steve before getting the hell out of there.

Meanwhile, Steve was in the hospital himself. Sam sat next to his bedside. Steve woke up to music softly playing. He looked over to see Sam. He gave him a smile. The nurse walked in the room a few minutes later with the nurse Bucky gave her.

“Good! You’re awake!” The nurse smiles. “A man told me to give you this after bringing in a woman.” She says, handing Steve the note.

Steve took the note from her and read it. He quickly recognized Bucky’s handwriting. Sam didn’t miss the way Steve shifted in the bed.

“Who’s the letter from?” Sam curiously asks.

“Bucky.” Steve replies. “He apologized for everything that happened and he brought Y/N here.” He says.

Steve got out of bed and went to the nurses station to find out what hospital room you’re in. Sam followed him.

“What room is Y/N Rogers in?” Steve asks.

“I can’t give you that information unless you’re related to the patient.” The nurse says.

“I’m her husband.” He tells her.

“She’s in room 2314 down the hall.” She tells him.

Steve nods and walks straight to your hospital room with Sam following next to him. You were sleeping when they walked in the room.

“Can I help you gentleman?” The nurse who was checking your vitals asks Steve and Sam.

“I’m her husband.” Steve tells her. “How is she?” He asks.

“She’s fine. She’s just resting.” She says.

The nurse left the room and Steve sat down in the chair next to your hospital bed. He seen scars and bruises on your arms where HYDRA poked and prodded you. Steve reached a hand toward your hand, holding your hand in his. Your eyes fluttered open a few minutes later. You squinted your eyes, adjusting to the light in the hospital room. You looked over to see your husband sitting next to the bed. You thought you were hallucinating for a second.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Steve says softly and smiles.

You didn’t say anything. You opened your arms for a hug, which he happily gave you.

“Are you in any pain?” He asks.

You shook your head no. Steve frowns when you didn’t say a word to him yet.

“Did HYDRA do something her vocal cords?” Sam asks.

“I hope not.” Steve says. “Honey, can you speak?” He asks.

You nodded your head yes.

“Can you talk for me please?” He asks softly.

You shook your head no. That’s when Sam got an idea. He excused himself and went to the gift shop to buy you something that’ll help both you and Steve. He came back a few minutes later.

“This might help.” Sam says, handing you a plastic bag.

You opened the bag to see a notebook and a pen. You took the two items out of the bag and opened the notebook, writing something in it.

“How did you get injured?” You wrote.

“I had a run in with the Winter Soldier.” Steve tells you.

“Your friend Bucky?” You wrote.

Steve nods.

“Bucky helped me.” You wrote.

“I know he did, sweetheart. He’s the one who brought you here.” He says softly.

You frowned when you realized that Bucky wasn’t in the room.

“Where is he?” You wrote.

“He went on the run. I don’t know where he went.” He says.

You looked down, tapping the pen against the notebook. You’re happy that you’re with your husband again, but you’re sad that Bucky isn’t there.

“It’ll be ok, sweetheart.” Steve gently turns your head toward him so you were looking him in his eyes. “When we get out of here, I’ll take care of you. Like I said in my wedding vows. In sickness and in health, remember?” He says softly.

You smiled and nodded. Steve smiles back and leans over to kiss you softly.

———

Weeks later, you’re still not talking. When Steve or any of the Avengers is talking to you, you write down a response in a notebook and show it to them. Sometimes, you respond by nodding your head yes or no. It helps knowing your husband is right next to you when you have nightmares. Steve stood by his wedding vows. He’s taking care of you in sickness and in health.

As of right now, you were wandering around the compound and found yourself on the same floor as the conference room. You seen Steve in there with the Avengers. You didn’t want to interrupt their meeting, but you wanted your husband. You opened the door and walked in the conference room. Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to you.

“I-I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just want my-my husband.” You say with tears in your eyes.

Sam told Steve that he’ll update him when the meeting is over. Steve stood up from his chair and attended to you.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” Steve asks softly once you guys were in the hallway.

“I was lonely.” You say, your bottom lip quivering.

Steve wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. You feel safe in his arms.

“You’re safe now.” Steve murmurs softly.

Hearing those words makes you feel even more safe.

“Let’s go lay down.” He says softly.

You nodded. Steve led you to yours and his bedroom. You two laid down on the bed and turned the TV on and put your favorite show on.

“I love you, Stevie.” You say quietly, looking up at him.

“I love you too, honey.” Steve says softly.

Steve pecks your lips softly. Hearing your voice again made him happy. He’ll do anything and everything to take care of you. Just like he said in his wedding vows, in sickness and in health.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

[itsmeyaspider]

Chained freedome~

Yandere Loki x female reader

Notes: This fanfiction contains heavy manga spoilers! Also, I've read the latest manga chapter and it's possible that Loki might change in a few ones! So please be beware of it :) Honestly I need to write something about him so badly😪😭

Trigger warnings: yandere behavior, kidnapping, mention of gore, a massacre happens

A small sigh escapes your almost frozen lips, your (b/s) shaped body wrapped in warm fur, couldn't stop shivering. God how you hate this weather. A young, beautiful (h/c) haired woman stares up at the sky, as she stands still for a small moment of time. Maybe it's not the best thing to stand still in this ice cold weather but she had not much of a choice either. Her giant husband adorns her view of the sky, his muscular body, chained to an even bigger, rooted tree. Of course, the accursed prince wouldn't mind this cold weather.

A big evil smile graces his lips, his insane eyes staring at you, even if they are bandaged you could sense them, as if you were one of his loyal beasts. His raspy, dark voice managed to pull you out of your thoughts, even though you preferred to stay inside them, than with him. Your husband.

"What's wrong little one? Did the sight of me leave you speechless?~" he teased in his usual wicked voice. Your brow furrows, as you cross your arms infront of your body. How could it have come to all of this?! You would love to run, run as your legs could carry you and finally get off this far to huge island. But you are not naiv, no never again. Loki, even if he his currently chained up, would find you and then he would start another massacre. Something you can't allow to happen ever again! The screams of the inhabitants still echo through you head, you can't close your (e/c) eyes without seeing your mother painted face. This all is a huge nightmare and you are the vessel of it, you can't escape him no matter what and still you want to be free.

"No, I wonder why you don't finally give up. Shanks wo-" but before you can even continue speaking, his now angry, dominant voice drowns in. Fuck, you completely forgot how much he hated the red haired pirate. After all, he is the reason why he is chained up. Something what you really appreciate, but you could never ever say that to him, no not if you want to incur his wrath again, Loki tends to do cruel things when someone disobeys him, but especially with you. "Never put this name in your filthy mouth again ot I will teach you to fear me again. You are lucky that I am chained up right now. You seem to have forgotten who you belong to over these years."

A could shiver runs over your almost frozen body, you almost fall into a state of shock, something you can't stop. He is right, why were you so stupid to make him upset again? Immediately you look down at the snow, ashamed and afraid of yourself and the things your husband could do to your misbehavior. A cool wind blows through your hair and it almost feels as if the time has stopped around you.

You should have gone with Shanks when he offered you to save you from him. You see it before your eyes to this day, Shanks the man with one arm, the pirate who managed to chain the monster. The red haired man stretches out his right hand towards you, a gentle, charming smile graces his face. He was the complete opposite of Loki, he was funny and helpful. Somethings you always searched in a men. "Come with us (Y/n). I will take you to an island where he won't dare to visit it, you can be free. I can see in your eyes that you want nothing more than that." His words sound like sugar in your ears, every sense in you screams. 'Yes get out of here, get away from him! This is your final chance' and you surely would have loved to take his hand and sail away with them, a normal, peaceful live, like you always wished to.

But before you can take the plunge, you hesitate, something inside you is holding you back from this opportunity. Was it the fear of Loki? Was it the terrible consequence that could happen if you really try to escape from him? You weren't nearly strong enough to fight against your forced husband, it was a miracle that the redhead mad it. You seriously never thought that anyone in this world could defeat him. Not a single giant on this island dared to mess with Loki and then you are supposed to escape him? It all sounded to good to be true. A small, pained smile graces your lips as you nicely decline the emperors offer. Instead, you spend all your years with the accursed prince, something that he really appreciated.

"I-I'm sorry...It won't happen again." You blurt out, your voice sounds almost broken, like a small glass doll who gets thrown on the ground. God, you look so pathetic- The giant calms down a little bit, even though Loki is still boiling with anger, you somehow manages to calm him down. "You are mine (Y/n)! All mine, do you understand it? If I get out of here, and I will get out of here, the whole world will sink into chaos and you, my beloved little wife, will see all of it.~"

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A few years earlier, on a small but beautiful island, the sun is shining on your face, and the birds are happily chirping. You are cleaning the dirty tables from a bar, where you earn a small amount of berries. It isn't much but it is at least something. A small smile graces your face as the wet washcloth makes the alcohol, who sticks on the table dissappear. You are wringing out the rag in bucket as you suddenly hear a loud, almost wild scream. Your thoughts immediately turn to the sound of an elderly man running through several alleys, almost like a stray dog anxious looking for some meat. "A ship, a huge ship has come ashore." He gasps as he bends in his knees.

Normally you would ignore such things, but you could see the big ship with your own (e/c) colored pair of eyes. It's so huge that even someone from far, far away could see it. You would never thought that this is possible, but the truth is, that a huge ship bigger than this island is making a landfall! Something inside you knew that something terrible is going to happen, surely it often happens that different kind of people arrived here on this island to take a small break, but never ever with such a huge ship!

You bite your underlip as you decide that it would be the best if you get on with your work and didn't do something reckless. You didn't get paid for nothing and besides you aren't this kind of person who interfere unnecessarily. So you trun back to the dirty tables as you try to wander off with your thoughts again.

The day almost flies by, you finish your work faster than expected, as you slowly make your way to your little house. Your mother is already waiting for you and you're sure that she makes another delicious meal! You're walking toward home, humming a small shanty you have in your mind, when you suddenly bump into something- no someone. Shocked, you fall to the ground as you try to glance if the person opposite you is alright. As you carefully look up you realize that you have run into a leg, a god damn leg!!! You keep looking up when a bearded giant stands in front of you. His muscular body is covered in tattoos, he wears a hornet helmet on his head and his clothes look like something from another country you couldn't recognize. But the thing you notice most is the giants wide grin, it's filled with mischiev. "Uh...I uhm..I'm sorry sir."

You don't really know how to face the creature, after all, you didn't even know that such a thing existed until now! Now the huge ship on which he must have arrived makes sense! But what the hell is someone like him doing on a small island like this? But before you could even react further, you feel a strong grip on your (b/s) shaped body, as you suddenly get lift up. You try to fight against it, your arms and legs beat wildly around you, but everything you do seems to be usless. The man looks closely into your now frightened (e/c) colored eyes, as his broad grin even widens. "Let me go!" You scream, the man tilts his head to one side as he keeps staring at you. It is almost like as if he is examining you...

You start to give up after a small amount of time, as you realize how hopeless this whole situation is! This guy is much stronger and bigger than you, he could easily crush your body with his bare hands if he want to and yet he doesn't do it. Instead, an even more wicked smile forms on his face, his eyes gleam with pleasure. Something about it scares you, maybe it is his stare what makes you feel like a prey, or it is the fact that this men don't make any intentions to let you go! "I said let me go!" you shout again, but this time the men finally answers, his voice is filled with amusement and lust.

"Hm, I think I will keep you, little one. You are cute, tell me your name." Something inside you knows this is not a simple question, it is a order! You want to rebel against it, you are not a dog who belongs to some kind of giant but instead other words come out of your mouth. "It's (Y/n).." you whisper more to yourself then to him, the men seems to be quite satisfied with the answer, he decides to still hold you in his big hand as he goes to his ship. Again you try to protest against this nonsense, but the giant just simply ignores it.

The night passes through, and your mind is filled with fear, you just couldn't understand why he keeps you here! It didn't made any sense! This needs to be a god damn nightmare... The loud snoring of the men lying next to you fills the cabin with noises, you carefully watch him, something about him makes you uncomfortable. You need to escape quickly before he wakes up again! You keep on watching him until you are sure that he is asleep. Slowly you try to get out his grip, this alone is a masterpiece in itself, his grip is anything but gentle, but you didn't have time to think about it, you must act now!

You move as gentle as possible out of his hand and the way to huge bed, as you suddenly fall on the ground. You let out a small 'oof' from your lips as you lift yourself up again, your (e/c) colored eyes sneak to the giant again, did he hear anything?! You immediately focus on your escape again as you notice a window that is open. You bite on your lower lip, as you try your best to climb up there. However, it's not as easy as you expected it to be, the furniture of these beings are much bigger than everything else you ever saw in your entire life and so you climb up the wall to the window. You could already feel the cold sea breeze, a small triumphant smile crosses your lips as you keep climbing. 'Soon I will get out of this hell.'

But before you can even touch the frame of the window, you are grabbed roughly by an all too familiar strong grip, you let out a indignant scream as you now look face to face with your captor. Your (b/s) shaped body immediately stiffens, you could recognize a glint of anger in his eyes. Shit this isn't good! The grip gets tighter and tighter as you slowly feel how you breathe less and less air. "I-I can breathe.." you whine as you feel your (e/c) clouded eyes being on the verge of tears. This is it you're going to die here, your whole life runs through your head as you wait for your last final breath, but it doesn't come to that, instead you notice how more air gets into your lungs, the grip becomes softer, although it was still firm.

"Do you think you can run away from me (Y/n)? Do you really think I am that stupid, little one? I will never again let a second woman run away from me. You are mine now, and no one on this whole world can change that." The words of the stranger make you tremble, his voice is filled with pure hatred and possession. What the hell is he talking about? You tried to escape from his grip, but instead your body turns against you! The giant continues to stare into your soul, as he suddenly starts to move, his long legs allowing him to appear in the village in a few seconds. "W-why did you brought me here?" Maybe, just maybe he would let me go! Maybe he saw that I'm not the right woman for him! Hope runs through your veins, as a small naiv smile graces your face.

Your smile immediately dissappear again, you notice that the giant starts to grin again as well, it's the grin from before, an evil, terrible one. "I should show you what happens when you defy me. You care about these filthy inhabitants, don't you, little one? If they go up in flames, it will be a lot of fun, won't it?" Your eyes widen in shock, he couldn't be serious! This is pure madness! But something inside you knew that thus man isn't joking around, no, his grin speaks more than a thousand cruel words. "Please don't do this." you beg "I-I will do anything you want but please-"

Your pleading words only make him laugh, he takes a huge pleasure in the destruction, something that deeply disturbs you. But you had no strength left to resist him any longer, instead you had to watch as the whole village and all its inhabitants, including your family and friends to fall into ashes, the only thing that drowned out their pain filled screams was the prince wicked laughter. The flames continued to blaze for weeks, and all because you wanted to escape this monster.

After this tragic stroke of fate you knew that you would never do something so foolish again, but deep down you hoped that there would be someone who could kill him. At least he is chained up, which gives you a little self confidence, but you know that this won't last forever. One day he will break free and only Loki himself knows what he is planning to do. Fear surges through your body as you catch sight of your forced husband again, if there is anyone out there who could hear my prayes, please make this hell stop. Please anyone....

[mutifandomkid]

Happy Anniversary

Paring: Buckyxreader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, self comparison, implied car accident??

Word count: 1.7k

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Bucky and I had been in a relationship for three years now. Tomorrow was our anniversary. I had already picked out some black lingerie, and made reservations at one of Bucky’s favorite restaurants.

It was a small hole in the wall, Italian. The inside of the venue was beautiful, black and white marble walls. Ivy vines trailing up and down the walls, and the black open fences out on the balcony. It was fancy for a small hole in the wall, but the food was amazing, and each time we ate there, we always left with full bellies with smiles on our faces.

“Alright I have one table set for two, scheduled for tomorrow night at 7 pm, underneath the name of Mr. Barnes?” The woman asked.

“Yes, that’s correct, thank you.” I said, to which she smiled at me, and said I was go to go.

I headed from the restaurant to hailed a taxi, climbing in a heading to Stark’s tower. In which he already knew of my arrival, letting me up. He had me try on two different dresses. His designer looking them over and making small adjustments before having me model them again.

“Looks good, you and iceman will look great tonight, firecracker.” Tony smiled, admiring the dress on my body. “Perfect for the party tonight.”

The dress itself was a white dress, that faded into an ombré on yellow, orange and red at the bottom, the flow of the dress and mover of colors appearing as if it was flames.

Stark grabbed my hand and spun me around, the designer admiring it from afar. Tony gave another look of approval before sending me on my way to try on the other dress.

It was a simply black halter top. Tony had his designer design the dresses, one for the party he was throwing tonight in honor of defeating Loki a few weeks ago. And the other he threw in courteously once he found out about my anniversary with Bucky. His designer even went as far as designing two matching suits for Bucky, who would try them on once he returned from his mission later today.

“If Barnes didn’t have such a possessive streak on you, I’d snatch you up.” Tony smirked as he saw me in the floor length black halter top. His designer smiled in approval as she slid the previous dress and shoes into a dress bag.

“Careful Tony, talk like that will get you killed.” I laughed, doing a little spin.

“Good thing iceman isn’t here then.” Tony responded, nodding as I spun. He took in each angle. “Barnes better appreciate you the way you deserve, princess.”

“He does,” I smiled. He had for the past three years, why would now be any different. “You know he has.”

Tony nodded, smiling, but his body language didn’t match his happy expression. “Right, well firecracker, you have to get ready for the party tonight. Barnes tell you he’d meet you here?”

“No, he didn’t.” I said, walking back to the dressing room to dress in normal clothes. “M’sure just slipped his mind.”

“I’ll send a driver for you tonight at 8?” Tony offered.

“You don’t have to, but you know I can’t say no.” I chuckled, stepping back out in my jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. Handing his designer the black dress.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked, reaching for my wallet.

“Don’t worry about it princess, you’re a part of this team. I’ll cover it.” Tony waved me off. “Off you go, get ready for tonight.”

I smiled and thanked him before heading back out of his building and back to my apartment, hailing a taxi to get back to Brooklyn.

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“Hey Bucky, can’t wait to see you tonight!”

I sent the text over two hours ago. Was he okay? Did something go wrong on the mission? Did Sam know where he was?

The thoughts swirled in my head in a frenzied panic. I took a deep breath, counting to ten before exhausting, and then forced myself to calm down. He was probably fine, maybe just taking a nap.

I shot Sam a quick text, after all, they went on the mission together. If I couldn’t reach Bucky, then maybe Sam could.

“You guys make it back okay?”

It was a good few minutes before I got a reply. So while I waited, I busied myself with my make up for the night. Black eyeliner, orange eyeshadow with a touch of gold glitter, and dark ember lip.

“Yeah, we got back a few hours ago. Why?”

I read the text, frowning slightly. Normally Bucky was so quick to respond or call when he got back.

“Is Bucky okay?”

I went back to doing my makeup, finishing the look with the highlighter, and it accentuated the contour.

“Yeah, he’s in a great mood.”

I again frowned at Sam’s response, typing out a quick ‘okay’ and then putting my phone down. Why hadn’t he called? Brushing it off my shoulders and figuring he had his reasons, I moved onto my hair.

I did a light curl, then did it half up and half down, with a few strands framing my face. I then slipped on the dress, the white ombré one. I checked the time, Tony’s driver would be here any minute now.

I slipped on the matching white ombré shoes, and grabbed a small, white purse wallet, quickly shoving the few belongings I’d need while at the party. Before putting my phone in, I checked Bucky’s message log.

Seen.

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As soon as I walked back into the tower, it was extravagant. Tony never faltered when it came to parties. Strobe lights, a live band, Dj stepping in when the band needed a break. People crowding the floor, the music blaring loudly. Drinks clattering, laughter and conversation filling the empty space.

Sam beckoned me over to him. He stood next to Natasha, both of which wearing black, although while Sam wore a classy suit, Natasha stood in a floor length slit black glitter dress, long gloves to match, as hell as glitter heels.

“Hey girl, where’ve you been?” Natasha smiled and pulled me into a hug. “Don’t tell me Bucky’s been keeping you all to himself. Always so selfish when it comes to you.”

I laughed at Natsha’s comment and hugged Sam when Natasha let me go. “Actually I haven’t seen him.” I smiled.

“Still?” Sam asked, handing me a cocktail he grabbed from a passing server’s plate. “Really thought he would’ve messaged you by now.”

I frowned. “Something happen on the mission?”

“No, not that I know of.” Sam answered.

“Odd, that’s not like Barnes.” Natasha mused. “No matter for now, we’re here to have fun. So let’s have some fun!”

Natasha smiled deviously before grabbing the cocktail from my hand and handing it to Sam. She then pulled me out to the dance floor, in which we both laughed and danced for a bit. For a minute it was just like old times.

And it was then I saw him.

There he was, in the suit that had matched mine. White with the same red, orange and yellow ombré, the colors clashing with his eyes. Courtesy of Tony.

I stopped dancing. Natasha noticed, and stopped and followed my gaze. It was then she saw it too, then grabbed my hand and physically dragged me off the dance floor.

There Bucky was, speaking softly to Sharon. He had her caged against the wall, her hands pressed against his chest, a flirtatious smile on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked when Natasha dragged my back to Sam by the bar.

“Apparently nothing is wrong with Bucky.” Natasha snapped, gesturing over to him.

Meanwhile I stood, taking my cocktail from Sam and taking small sips. Forcing the tears to stay at bay. I felt like my head was under water, and I was swimming in a pool that had no walls to grab onto.

I barely registered when Sam looked over, Bucky’s lips were locked with Sharon’s. Sam scowled, his expression a firm grimace.

“Let’s get you some air babe.” Sam said, walking with me towards the balcony outside. It was quieter there, less commotion, and not nearly as many people.

Natasha busied herself with shoving everyone else inside, then closing the balcony door and standing inside to prevent anyone from interrupting.

I was quiet, sipping my cocktail and willing the tears to stay, not allowing myself to cry.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Sam said softly.

“Doesn’t make it hurt any less.” I whispered.

“I know.” Sam was quiet for a long moment. “But he doesn’t, not with how well you treated him.”

“You’re not helping.” I whispered, shying away.

Sam sighed. “I’m sorry.” He said, his voice soft.

I knew he was trying to be comforting, to help. But the only thing I could feel, see, was Bucky. Arms around her, kissing her, treating her like how he treated me. At least how he used to treat me.

I glanced back inside. He was still with her. Sharon, god she was beautiful. Blonde hair, skinny, perfectly sculpted eyebrows, thin nose, brown comforting eyes. I looked away, feeling sick- no, disgusted with myself.

What did she have that I didn’t?

“I think I’m just going to go home Sam.” I whispered softly.

He sighed softly, before pulling me into a tight hug. It was suffocating.

“Call me if you need anything.” Sam whispered, pressing a light kiss to the top of my forehead before letting me go.

I nodded, then went back inside, Natasha giving me a pitiful look as I walked out of the party. I made my way down to the garage, the damn finally breaking when I remembered I didn’t drive here.

I took off my heels and began walking outside of the tower, the tears now falling down my face. It was late out on the streets of New York, and here I was in a gorgeous dress, crying, arms wrapped tightly around myself the day before my anniversary.

I couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything. I felt like I was underwater, drowning in my own sorrows and pity.

What was so special about her? What did she have that I didn’t? Had he slept with her? Was she better in bed? Did he think about her when he was with me? How long had this been going on?

I didn’t see the car barreling towards me when I went to cross the road.

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I apologize in advance.

[badgers-and-cats]

Loki Smut (he has a God complex)

Masterlist // requests are open

18+ MDNI

AFAB/Female reader. (She/her pronouns used)

Warnings: smut under the cut. No plot. Unprotected P in V sex. (Wrap it before you tap it). Choking. Kinda degrading (reader referred to as a toy, etc), pet names (darling, good girl) God complex??? Let me know if I forgot anything

A/N; Not proof read. This was supposed to be short… oops. Not sure how I feel about it tbh

Yesterday i thought of Loki (specifically Ragnorok!Loki) with a God complex when he fucks you, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Just imagine, he would be pounding into to your wet heat, groaning at the feeling of it welcoming his dick, the sweet mixture of your slick and your cum making it so much easier for him.

You’re already a moaning mess underneath him, you’ve already come undone on his tongue 3 times, and there’s no sign of him slowing down anytime soon.

“That’s it darling… such a good girl for me, taking everything I give you. Such a perfect toy, made for me,” he moans, biting and licking your neck, before wrapping his large hand around it, squeezing it… not hard enough to completely cut off your airflow, but enough to make you a little dizzy.

“Oh… my god,” you manage to get out, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated, but still so so good. He stops suddenly, balls deep inside your pussy, that’s pulsing around his length. His grip on your neck tightens slightly, as he groans and kisses your lips.

“That’s right… I am your God. And you will worship me and take everything I give you. You’re just a set of holes made to please me,” he groans.

You can’t help but to moan at his words, pussy squeezing his dick, as he stays balls deep inside you, moving his hips slightly to reach further inside of your heat.

“P-please, my God, fuck me… God I need you so much,” you manage to get out, his hand still around your neck.

He kisses your lips once more, before flipping you round so your on your hands and knees. His pace is now much more brutal; you’re coming undone within a couple of thrusts, soaking his crotch, cock, and balls.

“Yes, my dirty girl. Cumming all over her God’s cock like a good slut,” he pulls your hair harshly, using it so he can pound into you harder; though you didn’t think he could go much harder than he was already.

“You going to take my seed, slut? Gonna let your God fill you up? Gonna fill your little pussy with my cum, and you’re going to thank me for it, understood?” He demands, his arm now wrapped around your neck, your back against his chest as he bites your earlobe.

“Yes… please, my God… need it,” you beg, moments before he releases inside of you, cum painting your walls and some leaking out of you.

After a moment or two, he gently pulls out, before laying you down on the bed, kissing your forehead and your lips softly; a nice contrast from the brutal fucking.

“Are you okay, my love? You did so well for me,” he says, moving some hair from your face as you both catch your breaths.

“Never better,” you smile softly, kissing him once again, before he runs you a bath and helps you to get cleaned up, praising you and being so gentle. The night ends with gentle kisses, cuddles, and “I love you’s.”

You smile to yourself as you fall asleep, wrapped up in his arms, knowing exactly what to do to him to tease him get him riled up.

All it took was two words. My God. And that he was. Your God.

[4everdramaqueen]

Loki X Reader

Summary: Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Loki sat down with the other variants, still confused he listened to each one of them, their lives, how they ended up where they ended up but something had struck Loki. They all spoke of Y/N, how beautiful she was, how kind she was, how equally mischievous she was and Loki felt a bit left out. In his timeline, there was no Y/N, he hadn't even heard of the name till just now.

"She was beautiful, the sweetest little mortal I had ever seen.." Classic Loki said with a smile, but his smile faded. "I never knew what became of her after I abandoned her on earth, I imagine she must have passed by now." He said earning sympathetic looks from the others. Boastful Loki chimed in now to say that his Y/N was equally as beautiful and sweet but when he killed Captain America and Iron Man she had left him.

"I didn't have a Y/N" Kid Loki said, Classic Loki turned to him and explained that he most likely would have met her when he was older. Even Alligator Loki had a Y/N! This was a lot to take in for Loki but he wondered, how come he didn't have a Y/N? Of course, he had lovers yes but never a companion, a wife, especially not a mortal one. For a moment, he felt saddened by this almost, as if he missed out on something he never knew he had. As time had gone on, Loki had devised an escape plan, of course nobody was willing to help with this plan of his so he was on his own but when he had left the hideout, he was met with another Loki, of course.

President Loki, arrogant, mean, selfish and narcissistic. With an army of other Loki variants by his side and the betrayal from Boastful Loki who had been helping President Loki, this was all too much. It seemed like an absolute nightmare.

In the midst of all the chaos, Loki noticed something or rather someone by President Loki's side, a beautiful girl in a tight fitted and very revealing dress and large heels that she had honestly looked uncomfortable in as she wrapped her arms around herself, her face filled with dismay. Loki watched her, watched as she shifted uncomfortably when President Loki spoke, until finally, his own army had betrayed him causing him to use this girl as a shield. Loki watched as President Loki's army heisted with their weapons now.

"Let's all just calm down, shall we? We wouldn't want to hurt Y/N would we?" President Loki said in a manipulative tone, Classic Loki glared at him and the rest of the Lokis did the same. Y/N whimpered slightly as a dagger was held to her throat, tears in her eyes. "Please..." She said in a raspy voice, President Loki shushed her harshly and attempted to back up slowly but another Loki held a knife to his back, President Loki sighed before pushing Y/N forward harshly making her fall to the ground with a loud thud, chaos ensued as now all the Lokis were fighting each other. Loki watched all this in horror and confusion before looking at the ground and seeing Y/N, she was going to get trampled if she stayed on the ground any longer, so Loki acted quickly, he ran over and with his magic pushed everyone away from her, before grabbing her bridal style and quickly carrying her away. Classic Loki looked at him before yelling "Get her out of here!" And so he did.

Once safely away from the others, he put her down gently and just stared at her. She was beautiful, like the other Lokis had said, but she seemed freighted, tired and was covered in bruises. "Are you alright?" Loki asked finally, Y/N looked up with a fearful look in her eyes, tears swelling up and she slowly backed up. She was scared. He noticed this right away and tried to reassure her everything was okay. "I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, but after he said it he was sure she had heard that one before and he was afraid he had made himself seem more threatening. Y/N shivered as she stared at the ground, not saying anything. Quickly, Loki conjured up a blanket for her that warmly wrapped around her shoulders. Y/N looked at it in confusion before her face softened and she looked at Loki with a small smile. "Thank you" she said quietly with a small smile, he smiled back. "No problem, I imagine you must be freezing in that." He said referring to her tiny revealing dress, her face saddened slightly and Loki was afraid he had messed this all up again, why was he getting so nervous? He had never acted like this before.

"it's what President Loki wants, so it's what I have to wear." She says sadly, Loki gave her a sympathetic look. "Well, I'm sure you won't have to worry about him ever again. I can conjure you up a new outfit if you'd like, just tell me what you want." He smiled. Y/N smiled, asking for pants and a shirt and some shoes, she didn't mind dresses, just not the ones President Loki liked. Y/N thanked Loki but soon went quiet again now making Loki awkwardly go quiet, she seemed like she had her guard up, still on the fence about Loki imagining he would betray her at any second.

"I'm Loki, by the way." Loki said stupidly in his attempt to calm Y/N down, she turned to him and giggled. "I figured." She joked sarcastically, Loki smiled, a light blush on his face. Why was he acting like this? On Asgard, he had many and it was easy for him but now, here he was making an absolute fool of himself. "I'm Y/N." She introduced herself putting a hand out for Loki to take and he did, her soft warm hand warming up loki's very cold hand making his heart do a strange little beat. "I know, I've heard a lot about you." He once again stupidly, or so he thought. "Well, not of you specifically but just, versions of you?" He said in a confused tone. Y/N smiled and finally began to start talking and getting more comfortable. Loki had explained how he got stuck in The Void and she explained the same.

"You sacrificed yourself for your Loki?" He was stunned, he could not imagine anyone sacrificing themselves for him. Y/N nodded her head. "Yes, and I was relieved to not be dead but I'm not sure if trapped in a void with millions of other Loki variants is really a step up, no offense of course." She joked. "None taken." He smiled. And there began their friendship, Loki traveled and protected Y/N wherever they went in his attempt to get back to the TVA, he had conjured her new clothes everyday and did everything to make her comfortable and it was then that he understood why all the Lokis had their own Y/N and loved her so dearly because he himself was beginning to fall for her.

As the days had gone on, they had found Kid Loki, Classic Loki and Alligator Loki and began traveling with them as well and they were all happy. They had their own hideout now and they all in their own way adored Y/N, especially Loki who had begun to fall for her more and more every single day but refused to say anything until Classic Loki had had enough.

"Uno!" Y/N giggled, Y/N had made Loki conjure up an Uno deck for them to play together, she taught him the rules and he quickly understood, truthfully, he had been letting her win this whole time just to see her smile and arrogantly, but of course jokingly, taunt Loki. Y/N yawned afterwards. "Alright guys, I think I'm gonna get some rest, I'm exhausted." She smiled and said all her goodbyes, but as she turned to Loki, she gently for a second put her hand on his and smiled as she told him goodnight. "Goodnight, Y/N." He said softly with a smile, as she turned to walk to her bed Loki's face was almost saddened, like he couldn't stand to be away from her. Kid Loki looked at both Alligator Loki and Classic Loki with a smirk. When Y/N was finally away where she couldn't hear anything, that's when the teasing began from Kid Loki and Classic Loki.

"Goodnight Y/N." Kid Loki mocked, Loki turned his gaze to Kid Loki and gave a slight scowl. "What?" He said, "You're in love with her! Why don't you just tell her already?" Kid Loki said, and oddly, Loki tried to deny it. "I am not." He said, it was now Classic Loki's turn to chime into the conversation. "Of course you are, Loki's love their Y/N's and you are no exception. Besides that, you're making it fairly obvious." Classic Loki said making Kid Loki snort before completely dying of laughter and mocking Loki. Even Alligator Loki found this all amusing. Loki shot them all a glare. "I have no idea what you're all talking about!" He said defensively but even he didn't believe his own words.

"It's best you just tell her before it's too late," Classic Loki said, his expression turning serious. "One thing about Loki's and Y/N's is that it's destined for tragedy." Classic Loki said making Loki not feel very confident. "Don't let that tragedy be you not telling her your feelings and regretting it later on." Now this was more convincing and so that was Loki's plan, he was going to tell her! He stood up out of his chair with a big smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" Classic Loki asked as he looked up at Loki, "I'm taking your advice and telling Y/N my feelings towards her." Loki said in an almost confused tone, "Not right now you fool, let the poor girl sleep first." Classic Loki said, Loki had completely forgotten she had just gone to bed. "Right." Loki said before sitting back down, Kid Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head.

The next morning Y/N woke up early, she came out to see all the Loki's around just talking. "Good morning everybody!" She smiled, Classic Loki and Kid Loki said their good mornings with a smile, Alligator Loki moved his tail around with what looked like a smile and Loki avoided eye contact which was strange and Y/N noticed it immediately. So, she walked up to him specifically. "Good morning Loki." She said, he finally turned to her and looked at her almost frightened. "Hi." He said simply and awkwardly, Kid Loki and Classic Loki sighed in the background. "Hi?" Y/N said raising an eyebrow staring at Loki suspiciously, something was wrong with him.

They stared at each other, the silence in the hideout was uncomfortable and awkward so Y/N excused herself and went outside for some fresh air. Once gone, they all turned to Loki with a look of disappointment. "Hi? Is that the best you could come up with?" Classic Loki asked, "I panicked okay?!" Loki said running his fingers through his hair and sighing, he shook his head and tried to think.

"Just go talk to her like you normally would." Kid Loki said, that was great advice. "Talk to her like you normally would." Loki repeated to himself, he nodded his head before leaving the hideout and immediately seeing Y/N there laying in the grass, wind blowing in her hair and her arms wrapped around herself, Loki once again conjured her a nice warm and cozy green blanket, it startled her slightly as she looked down at it before turning her head behind her. Loki sat down next to Y/N and smiled. "Thank you." She smiled, "Of course." He said.

The awkward silence had returned once more and now Y/N was beginning to wonder what was wrong, was it her? Whenever President Loki had gotten silent with her it usually meant that she had done something to upset him, was Loki upset at her? She frowned and turned to him.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked suddenly, Loki stared at her with a look of confusion. "What?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong?" She repeated "To upset you, because if I did I'm sor-" Loki felt horrible, had he made her feel bad? "What?! No, no not at all it's just.." he paused and Y/N stared. Loki sighed wishing the words would just come to him. "It's not you, it's me." Loki said, Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh jeez thanks." She said sarcastically and Loki cursed at himself, he put a hand on Y/N' s shoulder gently.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. Look, what I'm trying to say is." But he couldn't, he had never felt such an anxiety before but Y/N had never been more confused.

"Loki-"

"I love you."

Y/N blinked, the words not really registering in her brain. "What?" She said, Loki sighed. "I...I love you Y/N, I really do and I've been lying to myself for awhile now but I can deny no longer." It was now Y/N's turn to go speechless and awkwardly silent which only made Loki's anxiety worsen. With every passing moment of her not saying anything, Loki felt his heart breaking.

"Y/N, my dear, please say something-"

"I love you too Loki."

"What?" He said not believing the words he was hearing. "I love you Loki, I think from our first interaction I really fell for you and I just didn't think you'd feel the same." She confessed and Loki was stunned by this. "How could I not? I mean, you're sweet, intelligent, cunning and absolutely beautiful. I absolutely adore you and everything about you Y/N." She blushed at this and rested her head on Loki's shoulder, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer resting his head on hers.

"Well, look at that, now you have your own Y/N, now you're not missing out." She joked, Loki chuckled and could feel his heart beating faster, his face turned a bit serious and he looked down at her.

"Do I?" He asked.

"Do you what?"

"Have you?" He clarified, Y/N knew exactly what he was asking, in his own words and smiled. "If you want me, I'm all yours." She said, Loki put his hand gently on her cheek. "Of course I want you Y/N." He said staring into her eyes lovingly, he smiled when she smiled. "Then I'm all yours." She said and Loki's heart soared. Loki couldn't help but look down at her lips, and she did the same until finally, they connected in a sweet and passionate kiss.

"Finally!" They both heard making them break the kiss, they turned their heads to see Kid Loki and Alligator Loki staring at them with smiles.

"Go away!" Loki shouted back, Kid Loki put his hands up in a fake surrender. "Sorry," he said with attitude, "I'll leave you two to your makeup session then." Kid Loki said before going back into the hideout making Loki sigh and Y/N giggle.

[11queensupreme11]

I need to know how the yan daddies react to the names Percy chose for their kids, particularly the ones where she named them after characters/people 💀

LMAO OKAY

POSEIDON

axiandros: crashed the fuck out when it clicked in his head that she named THEIR FIRST BORN SON after the LOVE OF HER LIFE, WHO HE ABSOLUTELY HATES 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 the funny part is that it took him YEARS to finally realize it so it was much too late to demand a name change (he did try tho but lmao sucks to suck)

ariel: "you named... our SON... after a PRINCESS???????" the fact that she named him after a princess was bad enough, and now he's finding out that disney!ariel also ditched her family to become human and fall in love with one?????

cthulhu: cthulhu isn't THAT bad at least, it's the name of a fictional sea creature, his issue is that she named him after a fictional creature created by a HUMAN 💀

anaklusmos: her stupid sword? really? that annoying pesky thing that's CURSED that she refuses to get rid of????

pontoleon: (he's named after leonidas btw 💖) it's not just the fact that she named him after one of the stupid human einherjar, but it's also the fact that she LOOKED UP TO HIM 😂😂😂

eudorios: not even that mad tbh, dory (the fish) is an idiot so it lowkey fits with his dumbass son 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HADES

damasios: poor man's in total disbelief that she named their son after DAMASEN 💀💀💀 the giant WHO ATE GODS 💀💀💀💀💀 literally, he went to WAR with the giants, is she trying to give him flashbacks or something?????? 😭

perimelia: "why would you name our poor daughter after some cartoon platypus 😭"

sebastian: a singing crab...... he's not even surprised at this point. at least it's better than being named after an enemy of the gods 💀

theromedes (meaning: "the wise beast-warrior"): like brother like brother, it also takes him too long to finally realize why she picked that particular name and meaning for their son. poor guy nearly loses it and begs and begs for percy to reconsider, but it's already too late

nemokles: "glory of... no one?" "no, no, glory of NEMO 😃" "yes, which translates to 'no one', my dear 🙃" mildly impressed that she managed to come up with that, but is silently grieving that percy essentially just named their kid a loser 💀

CÚ CHULAINN

saorlaith (meaning: "noble wisdom"): HE LOSES IT THE MOST OUT OF THE YANS BECAUSE NOT ONLY IS SHE NAMED AFTER ANTHONIUS, BUT SHE HAS HIS FEATURES (just with paler skin), AND IS A GODDESS OF WISDOM! CÚ CHULAINN'S CHASING PERCY THROUGHOUT THE PALACE WHILE SHE CACKLES 😂😂😂😂😂😂

ponyo: "YOU NAMED OUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER AFTER SOME IDIOT WHO DITCHES HER FAMILY FOR A HUMAN BOYYYYYY?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!" (someone get this man some calming tea 💀)

ANUBIS

ra-el: he threw the biggest fit ever when he finds out percy wanted to name their first born son after his shitty great great grandpa 😭 ra was smug as shit too. this is one of the rare occasions where anubis tells percy "no" but he caved in eventually 💖

merliah: he's fine with this! 😂 it's a pretty name, and the character doesn't do anything too crazy

LOKI (this poor man LMAO)

grover: percy's so funny for this cuz loki always goes on about how HE'S percy's best friend when it's actually grover, a "lowly" satyr 😂😂😂😂😂

hugvarr (meaning: "guardian of wisdom"): unlike poseidon and hades, he actually realized right away what she was trying to do with this name and REFUSED to let their son be named after "that filth". sucks for him cuz none of the midwives cared about his opinion, nor did odin LMAO

garmundr: straight up deadpans, ".... a pet snail. seriously" 💀

baldurvæn: lets out the most unholiest screech ever. doesn't know what's worse, percy naming one kid after the love of her life, or naming another kid after the first love of his life who he stupidly murdered which then led to the deaths of his 2 sons 💀💀 she really knows how to hurt him 😂

APOLLO

salione: he's fine with this!

psammaraia (aka "sandy"): a... squirrel living under the sea???? how creative dear...!!!! (he's in pain now)

euphronia (meaning: "joyful wisdom"): when he found out, he cried so much that he caused a huge flood on delos 😭 is percy punishing him??? is this karma for killing his past lovers???? DOES SHE HATE HIM??? WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO HIM?????

iapetides: OH NOW HE'S 100000% CERTAIN THAT PERCY'S TRYING TO MAKE HIM SUFFER 😂😂😂😂 iapetus??? IAPETUS????????? ONE OF THE TITANS WHO SIDED WITH KRONOS?????????????????? AND WHY IS HIS NICKNAME "BOBBY" THAT MAKES NO SENSE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

BEELZEBUB

luke: what the fuck do you mean his batshit insane wife decided to name their first born son after the man who essentially ruined her life, gave her trauma, got her sucked into a war, tried to indoctrinate her against the gods, AND TRIED TO KILL HER MULTIPLE TIMES?????? "babe 🥺 it's complicated 🥺🥺🥺" "HE TRIED TO KILL YOU?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

vorvexion (meaning: "the one who devours wisdom"): like loki, he figures it out very quickly and decides to 😏punish😏 percy for her insolence

ursula: she couldn't have given him an actual masculine name? 💀

[ramen8008]

The Avengers and whether Tony will allow them to Babysit Peter.

A List

Rhodey:

Yes only one other than Pepper I will fully trust to make sure Peter doesn't die.

Yes, Rhodey is cool other than the fact he is so used to Mr. Stark's shit that it's impossible to trick him into doing anything dangerous. So it gets boring

Thor:

No. Point break you're great but I can't trust you and Peter not to cause absolute HAVOC.

YES YES! Lord Thor is the best. We tested how much lightning I could handle last time and we flew!! And he let me use his hammer (idk why he looked surprised I think he forgot about my super strength)

Loki:

He shouldn't even be on the list- but Mr. Stark. No, he comes near you and you or the world explodes.

Well I think Mr. Loki is cool and fun! So yes

NOT HAPPENING!

Natasha:

Yes.

She's scary but yes.

Bucky:

Oddly enough? I actually think he'll make sure Peter doesn't die. So yeah

OMG ROBOT ARM! AND he likes the Hobbit! We can talk all day!! YESS

Steve:

Again surprisingly no. Maybe? Mainly for his sanity. He could not keep up with Peter. I don't care how strong he is Peter will make this 80 year old go into a coma.

Okay rude! Cap is great and all but I am scarred for life from his PSA's. I can't do that again. I have severe PTSD from that.

Clint:

I UNDERSTAND in hindsight he is the only one who has experience with kids. I GET that. But no. Not the Clint I know. I still think his family is just a bunch of spies.

Hawkeye is SO much fun! He was really cool and he actually understood the references I was making and he taught me how to shoot a bow. AND the best way to prank each Avenger! YES

Banner:

Yes. Absolutely. Peter would have fun. Banner would have fun. He would make sure Peter can do all his science stuff in the lab too without exploding his homework

THAT WAS ONE TIME! And omg YES The Dr. Banner?! I would love that! I have so much I want to talk about!!

Wanda:

What? She's just a kid. SHE needs babysitting too.

Omg Yes! It'll be like we're hanging out! She's so cool!

Vision:

You would ASSUME that Vision would be a no brainer but due to his internet knowledge he understands whatever that slang nonsense that Peter speaks in and Vision speaks back the same. I'll come back to them having a conversation that doesn't make any sense!

Cap. You're just outdated. Unlike you we are both skibidi rizzlers. Don't be salty that you can understand the fam. We're slay and it's high-key sus you don't get our energy.

NONE of that was even remotely coherent. You don't talk like that normally. Why do you do this to me??

Strange:

I would. I really would even if it was just to annoy him but he would not let me. I called him once to look after Peter for me and the moment he heard the name "Peter" he hung up.

He's mean sometimes :(. BUT he is also magic which is really cool and annoying him is fun and I know he cares for me. Mentioning that to him is also fun. So yes

[teddypines]

Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born. 

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story. 

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom. 

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk. 

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look. 

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits. 

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony. 

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor. 

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son. 

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Long Snake Moan 10

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

Character: Loki

Summary: your boss gives you a task you’re not prepared for.

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

Loki entwines your life like the snake he is. You stare at the steaming cup of tea as you listen to him in the kitchen. You don’t really trust him not to ruin anything else but you’re powerless to stop him. Every move has another pang plucking in your stomach.  

God! You can’t believe it. Three days. With him? And you’re married? Right, none of this makes sense. He can’t be your husband. It’s impossible. 

You drag yourself up and clutch your stomach. There’s something else, a tingle as your thighs press together. A flash ripples behind your eyes and you hear him groaning, feeling him thrusting, his hot breath enshrines you. You blink and it’s gone. A moan drifts from your lips. 

You search your apartment and scowl. All this green... It’s not bad but it’s a bit much. None of you is left here. Aren’t marriages unions not invasions? 

No, you’re not married. He never even asked. You get up and suss out your phone on the side table. You pick it up as you keep an ear toward his constant stirring. You tap into the search bar and bring up City Hall. You have to call. Damn it. 

You tiptoe toward the bathroom and peek back as you ease the door shut. You tap the phone number and chew your thumb. You’re on hold for a while and after navigating through the directory, you finally get an answer. 

“Hi, er, wow,” you respond to the dull tone on the other end. “I don’t really know how to do this. Sorry, erm, I need to look up a marriage license?” 

“Do you have the registration number?” The woman asks. 

“No, but I can give you my name? My Social Security? Whatever you need.” 

“Social Security,” she sniffs into the speaker. She doesn’t seem very impressed. 

You recite the memorised number and wait as you hear the clacking of keys. She hums flatly. “Yep, right here...” she reads out your name, “and uh, Lachi—Loki Laufeyson.” 

Your heart drops. What? Your last hope that he’s as much a liar as ever evaporates. You stand stunned, starring into the drain. 

“Anything else I can do, ma’am?” She doesn’t sound genuinely helpful. 

“No,” you croak and hang up. You’ve wasted her time. 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You lift your head and slowly let yourself look at your reflection. You shriek at Loki as he grins over you. 

“Oh god,” you spin to face him in the tight space, “do you have to do that?” 

“Well, I was concerned. I find my wife missing--” 

“Don’t say it. Stop. No. Wife? I can’t--” 

“It is the truth. Legal, as it were. Surely that lovely woman on the phone told you so,” he slithers. 

“Ugh, why? Why me?” 

“Oh, I know, how lucky you are,” he tickles along your sides and you nearly toss the phone. You stop him, latching onto one wrist as you push your cell against the other. 

“Haven’t you done enough?” 

“Hardly. Darling, we are on honeymoon, are we not? So let us taste the delicious nectar of our coming together--” 

“Honeymoon? Wow, it’s wonderful,” you look around. 

“Ah, yes, I do believe you mortals prefer to travel, so...” 

He untangles his arm from your grasp and snaps his finger. His figure is limned in ribbons of green and your insides twist as the world spins around you. Your feet leave the ground only to land heavier on something else.  

You blink and cry out. The sky is a vibrant violet and silver stars shine in a constellation all around. You crane to see the tapestry as your feet press on something rough. You look down and two golden sandals appear on your feet. The satin robe transforms into a gown with braiding that matches the shoes. 

Loki turns parallel to you and presses his hand to your lower back. “Beautiful, yes?” 

You peer around and open and close your mouth. You take inhale deeply. Several times. You know you’re nowhere on earth. 

“I can breathe...” you murmur. 

“As you know, I have my tricks,” he purrs. 

“Wh-where are we?” You ask shakily, the reality that you’re on an entirely different planet rattles in your skull. 

“Does it matter? We are together?” You look at him and he turns to meet your gaze, “why do you look upon me thus?” 

You shake your head. You can’t explain all the ways he makes you feel. Loathing, confusion, agitation, and a little fear. 

“It’s a lot,” you utter at last. 

“Yes, I’ve been told I can be much to handle.” 

You sigh and look up at the sky. It is pretty. Your eyes wander down to the rocky peaks along the far edge of the planet. It smells like... flowers and vanilla and cinnamon. You raise your nose to sniff it deeper. 

“What is that?” 

“I wouldn’t know. I smell sage and Asgardian oak. It won’t be the same as you.” 

“Huh?” You glance at him again. This time, he laughs. 

“Here, you can smell exactly what you like best. And the sky reflects the colours which you most love. To me, a sea of evergreen and sapphire, but now, a touch of the shade of your lips too. For you... well, what do you see?” 

Your heart flips. It can’t be true. 

“I’m not lying to you,” he affirms as if he can read your mind. Somehow, you believe him. 

“It’s purple. Lilac and plum and there’s silver stars.” 

“Lovely,” he wraps his arm around you. It’s strange. You don’t feel so... uneasy. Almost calm. “And you’ve not even seen our accommodation, my beautiful wife.” 

“Just... let me enjoy this. Just a little.” 

He hums but says nothing else. His fingers curl into your hips and his chest falls. You’re not happy but you’re not entirely unhappy. Not like it will make much difference. You’re in to deep. 

[faitomato]

in honor of me quitting my job as a cake decorator of 5 years, a list of memorable highlights and repeat events

been asked to draw: dicks (no)

boobs (no) (at least 4x)

SO MANY extravagant cakes that are covered in fondant (which we did not work with) that would easily cost hundreds of dollars, and then the client getting miffed when i say it’s either impossible or will cost them hundreds of dollars

cakes with the ugliest color scheme you can imagine and i am forced to use it anyway

2 tier cake with jungle animals drawn on the SIDES all the way around, that my manager took when i was clearly trying to refuse the order because i had been there for maybe 6 months and was not confident. surprise surprise the client wanted it gussied up more upon arrival because she was expecting an extravagant cake like the ones described above

people being pissy about the kit up charge

many many times of people wanting drawings and then getting pissy when i told them it was also an up charge

that time a woman clearly set up her order to be “wrong” (and called before picking it up with the question of “is there anything i don’t want on it?” ????) and instantly asked for something for free when she saw that it was “wrong.” and then looked SO affronted when i said no that i had to get my asst. manager to deal with her

a woman calling about “wedding cookies” getting upset that we didn’t have them, and going “well now i know you’re not a real bakery.” i barely held myself back from replying “maam this is a grocery store”

the most exasperated and annoyed man in the world: “CHOCOLATE. ECLAIRS??” and nothing else

the mexican man who wanted a “3 milks cake” and looked so broken and confused when i finally realized he wanted Tres Leches, and i could figure that out but not when it was in english. rip sir

that woman who went “no no no. i hate buttercream, hate hate HATE IT” like a child when i asked her if i could use choc buttercream instead of the whipped i was out of. you live in my brain maam

her mirrorverse self who was so disgusted with our whipped icing that she told us we should stop stocking it. period. because she didn’t like it.

people not understanding wtf copyright and copyright infringement are

“do you have cookie cakes?” when they’re standing right in front of the rack

“how much is that” when the price is right in front of them both in the case and on a giant screen above my head

“what cake flavor/kind of icing is this?” when there is a sticker for each on the freaking container

“can i have a cake made for an hour from now?” no

people not knowing what freaking colors they’re talking about and getting upset when i didn’t get it right (teal and turquoise are not the same color. you don’t know what indigo is.)

this one is entirely staff related but that time i literally almost broke my own toe when i kicked the freezer door in rage after my coworker let me down (again) by screwing up every order for that morning, most importantly one that was for the deacon of my church. wildly enough he didn’t come back after that

and now. the names and phrases

happy birthday poopoo head (x3)

alexzandrew (made his cake every year. for the record he’s 7 and goes by just alex now. i would too kid)

britten

mei-ling (this is only notable because it was for a freaking shitzu)

lyrch

jerith (yes like the goblin king)

loki (okay marvel fan girl)

congratulations pastor X of X church and happy birthday you are blessed and we love you (this is made up but this lady would order paragraphs like this all the time)

what i swear was half the bible

so many more names that made me want to cry or hold back laughter. mckarty and taylee level stuff but somehow worse

there are many, MANY more but i worked there for 5 years and didn’t write anything down so these are just off the top of my head. and to give you an idea of why i quit, i made 111 of the 124 easter cakes we had to make this season :) just as one example

[grim-reapers-wife]

Tease (Loki x fem reader)

Summary: After a hot encounter Loki makes a promise to finish what he started. He stays true to his word.

Pt. 2 to Childish

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I eat bits and pieces of my slice of pizza. The whole crew is here for Friday night dinner, a tradition we've come to do every other weekend.

Loki is sitting beside me and it's like I can feel his gaze on me. His hand is resting above my knee and his grip is just enough to let me know he's there.

"You've barely touched your food, darling. Is something troubling you?" I turn to Loki.

"Yeah, kid. If something's wrong you should go lay down. I know you've had an eventful day." I roll my eyes at Tony.

"You're right it has been a long day," I scoot my stool out. "I'm gonna retire for the night. Goodnight everybody."

A couple of "goodnights" and "feel betters" are passed my way.

"Here darling, let me help you." Loki scoots his own stool away from the bar in the kitchen and walks over to me. "I'll make sure she gets to bed."

He takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. We step in and he pushes the button for his floor.

Click. 68

I feel his presence beside me. It suddenly feels so very small in this elevator.

"You look down right flushed. Perhaps I should distract you from this illness you have." He pushes me against the elevator wall; pinning me with his hips.

His lips crash on mine in a soft yet urgent kiss. My hands are above my head and held by just one if his, the other hand holds my waist and pulls my hips towards him.

"Loki." I say his name softly, like a prayer and a plea. His hand lifts under my shirt to hold the small of my back.

"Yes my little goddess, it's me who's making you feel this way." He kisses my neck just below my ear, working his way down to the collar of my shirt.

Ding The elevator doors open to his floor.

Loki picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, kissing me swiftly before carrying me to his room.

He pushes the door open and kicks it shut with his foot while he kisses me senseless.

I can't think of anything but Loki. His hands, his strength, his lips, his tongue. I moan into the kiss and try to gain the upper hand but he bites my bottom lip and licks into my mouth again.

He sets me down on his bed and climbs over me. Hands wondering up my hips and in between my legs. I moan while he massages my pussy through my clothes.

"Feel good, baby? I'll make you feel so much better just you wait."

He sits up and a simple snap from him and we’re both undressed. I close my thighs and try to cover my boobs but he pins my hands.

“Uh uh uh, darling,” He pins my wrist together then lets go. “I want to see you,” I try and move my hands but they’re pinned magically. “All of you.”

He pushes my legs apart and stares down. I feel myself squirm under him at his gaze.

“Such a pretty thing.” He coos. “Mind if I get a taste?” He moves before I could even respond. He starts soft but very quickly picks up the pace.

I gasp and wrap my legs around his head. He holds my thighs and worships my cunt.

He inserts 2 fingers while he sucks and licks my clit. I feel the tightness of my pussy and the clench in my stomach.

“Don’t-” I moan. “stop!”

He hits the perfect spot on me with his long fingers and I feel myself unravel.

He sits back and sucks his fingers clean while looking me in the eyes. “I want to watch you cum while I pleasure you.”

I catch my breath and realize he’s released my hands from there magical bond. I sit up and jump in his lap.

He catches me and grabs my hips. I kiss him and grab his beautiful black hair to tilt him to the angle I want.

I pull back to catch my breath. “My turn, Mischief.”

I push him to where I was just laying and straddle his waist. I look back and lift myself up a little so I can angle myself just right.

I slowly slide him in with I strangled moan. He grips my hips firmly and pushes me down on him.

I start rocking my hips back and forth in an even pace. I rest my hands on his chest. “You’re such a tease, making me almost cum in the common room.”

"I'm the tease? You've been tormenting me-" He moans. "-for months. Seeing you when you've just woken up, Hel those sexy messy buns may be the end of me."

I feel his cock stretch me in just the right way, he holds my hips and bucks into me

He tips his head back. “You’re doing such a good job”

I moan am lay flat against him while he bucks into my pussy.

“Aww sweet girl,” He flips me over and thrust back inside in a single fluid motion. “Are you getting tired?

I answer him with a moan, my head tilts back when he fucks into me.

He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders; folding me in two.

“God!”

“Yeah, let everyone know a god is fucking your pussy!” He picks up his movements while a hand comes in between us to play with my clit.

He leans down and invades my mouth with his tongue, everything is happening all at once and before I can think I'm clenching down on him.

He pulls away from the kiss. "You're sucking me in so good, you feel that?"

I tilt my head back and press against the pillows. "Loki stop! I think I have to pee!"

He doesn't stop thrusting or making wonderful movements on my clothes, he just laughs. "Oh no sweet girl, you're going to squirt for me."

I feel a wave of hot bliss take over and I moan his name, he bites my neck and let's out a growl. His own release spills inside of me and mixes with my own, spilling and coating my thighs.

He mumbles something in another language that I don’t quite understand.

He moves my legs from off his shoulders and collapses onto me, still holding some of his wait with his forearms so he doesn’t crush me.

We sit in charged silence for an eternity while we catch our breaths.

He tilts his head up to me and kisses me, his tongue slides into my mouth gently this time. Slow and sensual.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and kiss him back with as much affection as I can.

He pulls back and breaks the silence. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I snort a laugh. “Aren’t you like hundreds of years old and a total player? Surly give had better sex.”

He narrows his gaze. “I assure you I know how to judge my own sex, and that, was phenomenal. I can’t wait to do it again.”

I laugh again. “Already planning our next hook up?” He sits up and a warm rag magically appears.

He slowly wipes me clean. “I’m told it is not a hook up if we are together.”

I lean myself up on my arms. “Are you officially asking me out?” I cock a brow and smile.

He leans back from my legs and the rag poofs away. “Are you officially saying ‘yes’?”

“Well you haven’t actually asked yet.” I lay back.

He crawls back over me. “I, Loki of Asgard, offer myself up to you, as a romantic partner and companion until the end of time.”

I rest a hand on the side of his face. “Very formal, I like it. Yes, I will be, in modern terms; your girlfriend.”

He smiles and kisses me tenderly.

I pull back. “Only if you promise to do that squirting thing again.”

He laughs and kisses me again.

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Notes: I'm so sorry this took me FOREVER to do. I had it like half done for a while. But I'm really proud now that it's finished. 😌 I was in the mood for some Loki and what better way to scratch that itch then write some yourself.

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