#annoyed loki does something to me

[myownviperroom]

Why do I love these so much

Loki 100% done

[buck-star]

Stuck with a God | Loki Laufeyson

// Pairing // Loki Laufeyson x Agent!Female!Reader

// Summary // Loki gets imprisoned by Shield and he loves flirting with you. As much as he annoys you, even more does the Shield technology annoy you.

// Wordcount // 2.488

// Warnings // Explicit Content // 18+, Minors DNI, smut, kind of enemies to lovers, being stuck with Loki, bit of dub-con, fingering, squirting, CMNF, finger sucking / cum eating kinda, bit of housewife kink, praises

// Authors Note // This is my first time writing for Loki, so thanks to my amazing friend @jiyascepter for encouraging me to write for him.

// Events // Slumber Party: Sundae Bar | French Vanilla (stranded, looked in) and Black Cherry (Enemies to lovers) | @the-slumberparty | Bingo of your own | N4 | Stuck together | @thebo3bingo |

// Masterlist | Loki Laufeyson //

     “Darlin’! Didn’t think I would see you today,” the black-haired man says, his smirk growing as you walk closer to the cell he is in. “Want to see me again before they bring me into another cell, my dear?”

     You roll your eyes, earning a chuckle from the man. Since they brought him into the cell earlier that day, he flirts with you whenever you’re around. Or at least it’s what you think he is doing; maybe he just tries to convince you to let him out and let him rule the world — something you won’t do unless your boss will force you to.

     “Didn’t miss you; I just have to get something, and then I will be back doing my work,” you answer him, walking further through the room.

     Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief — at least what he said — walks up and down his cell, his green eyes following every little movement.

     “Oh, darling—“

     “Stop that flirting and let me do my job. You’re annoying, and I’m done with you, Loki,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief about that man.

     His lips are still curled up, and his eyes are glistening. As much as he annoys you, he has something that makes your knees weak — mystic and magical.

     “My dear, come here. Look at me when you tell me that you’re done with me. Are you done with me, darlin’, or do you only want everyone to think that?” His voice is low, his head falling forward, and he looks up, looking even more handsome than before.

     “No, don't even think that. You’re not that interesting to me,” you groan, frustrated that you’re stuck in that conversation. Too nice to just ignore him and too annoyed to continue talking to him.

     “Not interesting to you? I’m Loki — god of mischief — from Asgard! Everyone wants me. Oh, that sweet maid in Asgard — you should have seen her, darling. She begged me, but she wasn’t interesting to me,” Loki says, chuckling softly at your expression.

     How can he dare to tell you such an intimate story about one of the maids who is working for them? But to finally let him know that you’re not interested in his idiotic ass, you make your way closer to the entrance of the cell. Loki is grinning at you and walking in his cell to the entrance as well.

     When you reach it, he places his hand against the glass, waiting for you to tell him that you’re not interested in him. His green eyes remind you of a snake, staring into yours and glistening mischievously.

     “I’m not inter— How?” You almost shout at him when he is suddenly in front of you — without glass in between you. “FUCKING SHIT! How do— GO BACK INTO THE CELL!”

     Loki laughs softly, his white teeth visible. His tongue darts out, and he slides it across his plump lips before closing his mouth and leaning a bit further down.

     “Make me, darling. I’m a god; you think that little cell stops me from breaking out? How sweet,” he says in a teasing tone.

     You place your hands immediately on his chest, feeling the muscles tensing underneath your soft touch, before you push him back into the cell. Actually, you learned to not do things like that — never touch a criminal or get too close to him — they could use it to their advantage.

     A loud sound behind you makes you flinch, and you look around. The door behind you shuts, and your eyes widen when you realize that you’re stuck in a cell with the enemy. And not just one enemy; you’re stuck with Loki.

     “Stay away!” You grumble, letting go of him to take a step backwards and look for your card, which opens literally every door in a shield compound. You reach your card, finally able to get out of the cell again — you just need to find out how he managed to open the door and walk out of the cell.

     “Darling, don't you want to give me some company? That hurts my feelings; I thought you changed your mind and wanted to stay in that cell with me,” Loki says, his eyes still following every movement of yours while you walk to the door and press your card against the small display next to it.

     His lips curl up when the door doesn’t open. You try again, pressing the card against the display again. Once again, the door stays closed, and you groan frustrated — why can’t the technology work like it should?

     “Doesn’t work, darling? Do you need my help?” Loki asks, his tone teasing, and you roll your eyes once again. At some point, you’re sure you can roll your eyes all the time, but right now you’re just annoyed about the technology and him being such a dick.

     “I don’t need your help! Can you just shut up for a moment?” You ask through gritted teeth. You turn around, wanting to face the black-haired man, but the cell is empty, and you wonder if he broke out once again.

     You hiss and almost jump when you feel a warm breath against your neck. Long arms wrap around your waist, and a broad but small chest is suddenly pressed against your back. You can feel Loki’s nose sliding over the soft skin of your neck; a low chuckle leaves his lips when he pulls you even closer.

     A shiver runs down your spine; you want to lean more into his embrace. His warmth and scent envelope you. Loki feels just so good that you want more of him and more of his touches.

     “You like that, don’t you, darling?” He asks, his breath hitting your skin and causing goosebumps all over your body. It shouldn’t feel so good; you shouldn’t stay in his embrace; he shouldn’t touch you like that — Loki is still the enemy, but the two of you look now like he isn’t just that; it looks like the two of you are so much closer.

     “L—Loki, let go of me. H—How did you escape here? Wh—“ You interrupt yourself when you feel his long fingers moving over your stomach, higher to your chest.

     “I didn’t escape, but I told you — I’m a god, darling. I never escaped here; you opened the door with your card; you pushed just an imagination of mine into the cell. And now that you’re here with me, stuck in this cell, don’t you think we should just continue where we stopped?” Loki asks, his voice quiet, and he presses his soft lips against your neck.

     You shake your head, even though you don’t feel like that. You just can’t be that close or intimate with the enemy. He grumbles behind you, pressing you even closer against his chest, and you can feel his growing bulge pressing against your ass.

     Your eyes widen, pussy throbbing, but you can’t just give in to him, can you? Loki is thrusting his hips forward, chuckling against you, when a soft moan escapes your lips.

     “You like that?” You nod lightly, his fingers gracing over the fabric of your t-shirt to your chest. Loki moves his hands over the swell of your breasts, cupping them in his large palms, and when you look down, your breath hitches.

     His hands are so big, thin, but long fingers — they cause the most filthy thoughts you ever had. You inhale deeply. A moment later, you think about pushing him away, telling him to stop that, and that there are cameras, but you know that they won’t work when the display to unlock the cell doesn’t work either.

     Loki feels you tensing in his arms; he kneads your soft breasts in his hands, causing you to throw your head back.

     “N—Loki, please,” you whine, feeling his hard cock still pressing against you. He thrusts his hips forward, making you squeal. His hands are squeezing your tits more.

     “Changing your attitude is exactly how I like it. What do you need, darling?” His tone is teasing. You nod your head, now knowing what to say. Loki laughs, suckling at your neck while his hands snake back to your waist. “Tell me, darlin’.”

     “L—Loki, please, n-need you,” you whimper. You feel so pathetic, begging the enemy to touch you, to fuck you. His hands and his lips feel like the softest thing you have ever felt, and you need him to continue touching you. You need to know how talented those fingers are.

     “Look at you, melting in the enemy's embrace, needing his fingers, don’t you?” He mocks you, laughing softly when he picks you up. He carries the two of you to the bench on the other end of the cell, sitting down before he places you in his lap.

     Loki’s hands hold you in place, his hard crotch pressing against your ass, and you wiggle lightly, earning a low groan from the man behind you. His fingers are digging into your sides, pressing you further down on him to keep you still.

     His lips trail along your neck once again, and he then smirks miraculously once again. And suddenly… you’re naked in his lap. Your clothes are nowhere around, and you can feel the leather of his suit underneath your sensitive skin.

     “L—“

     “Come on, spread those pretty legs for your favorite god, darling,” he grumbles, his fingers sliding along the inside of your thighs as he spreads your legs apart.

     Loki reveals your throbbing pussy; his left hand is holding your one leg, and he squeezes your thigh, while his other hand inches closer to where you need him the most.

     His long finger slides through your folds, and you moan softly, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Loki circles your clit, pinching it lightly between his fingers before he moves his long fingers further down to your entrance.

     “So wet, ‘s that all for me, dalin’? Pussy’s drippin’ for me,” he says, kissing his way along your neck to your ear. His fingers coated in your arousal, he slowly pushes one finger into your entrance. You moan loudly, arching your back. Loki’s finger slips deeper into your tight pussy.

    “Doing so well; look at you, sweetheart. Taking my finger like you’re made for that, aren’t you?” Loki praises you, pushing deeper into you while curling his finger. He starts pumping it in and out of you, earning soft moans and whimpers from you.

     Your hands gripping his thighs, the cold leather feeling perfectly underneath your hot skin. And having him completely dressed while you’re naked turns you on beyond belief.

     Lokis circles your clit with his thumb, adding another finger to your cunt. Your breath gets heavier, you rock into his hand, and the coil in your stomach tightens with every moment of his long fingers inside of you.

     The black-haired man hits your sweet spot every time, the pads of his fingers sliding over it, causing an intense feeling to build up in your lower stomach. A feeling you never had before, not when you fucked yourself with a toy and never with another man.

     “Doing so well, darling. Squeezing my fingers so good, can’t wait to fuck you, probably. Yeah, that’s what you like? Being fucked by a god, don’t you, darling?” Loki asks; his eyes darken lightly, but since you’re with your back toward him, you can’t see them.

     “P—Please, so close. LOKI!” You almost shout; you're just about to come all over his fingers. You don’t know how you ended up in that situation, but right now you can’t care about that. Everything you want and need is Loki, his fingers curling inside of you and bringing you closer to the edge.

     The sound of your wet pussy and his fingers pumping into you in a steady rhythm echoes through the cell. He speeds up, loving the way your walls cling around his fingers, sucking his thin, long fingers even deeper. “Come on, sweetheart, come all over my fingers like the good girl you are.”

    With that, you do as you’re told, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Loki massages your sweet spot with his digits while you come all over his fingers. Your juices squirt all over his palm and fingers, landing on the ground of the cell.

     “F—Fuck, please, keep going, please, Loki,” you beg, thrusting your hips against his hand while you ride out your orgasm.

     He can’t stop his movements just now; you need him to fuck you through your orgasm — and that’s what he does. Curling his fingers steadily inside of your pulsing cunt, he thrusts slowly into you while you breathe heavily.

     You have been moaning like a whore since he started to fuck you with his finger. But you don’t care; he feels too good to think properly.

     “Didn’t think about it, darlin’. Doing so good for me, gonna keep you and take you with me to Asgard; make you my sweet little wife and fuck you whenever and wherever I want,” he groans, his eyes rolling slightly back when he thinks about that idea. A low moan escapes his pink lips, and he smirks. “You’re already so cock drunk, you can’t even think about it properly. Just say yes, darling.”

     You nod your head, your hips still moving against this hand, while you don’t really notice what he is saying. As long as he keeps his fingers inside of you. “Yes, please.”

     “Whining and begging like a pathetic little housewife, that’s what you are. My sweet little housewife.” He kisses your neck once again, sucking a purple mark into your skin. “All mine, darling, and everyone can see it.”

     Even with your protests, Loki pulls his fingers out of you, holding them up to show you your arousal dripping down his fingers. You blush slightly, watching Loki bring his fingers closer to his face. You turn your head, looking at him while he takes them into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean.

     “Tasting perfect, darling,” he hums more to himself before he moves his hand, and you’re suddenly dressed again.

     Your eyes widen, reality hits you, and you jump off his lap. You immediately miss his warmth, a cold shiver running down your spine while you consider getting back into his lap or staying away from him. This is just a short moment, because as much as you should stay away from him, as much as you crave and need this black-haired man.

     “That’s my girl. Now let’s get out of this cell and make you my pretty little housewife,” he says, smirking at you when your back is pressed against his chest once again. And just as he tells you, he is doing exactly that, making you his wife — and luckily, you’re not the only one addicted to the other one. A god can be just as addicted and craving like a human.

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[writingfics-passingtime]

Gentle

pairing: Loki x female reader

synopsis: You don't think you're ticklish. Loki offers to prove you wrong.

word count: ~3500

warnings: lots of swearing, sexual tension, suggestive jokes and innuendo, possessive!Loki, minor violence (training sparring)

minors dni: this work does not contain smut, but does contain a sexually-charged relationship between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

note: This fic is for all the people who aren't affected by rough and tumble tickling. Who know that gentle can still be ruthless. I see you.

Sam was grounded.

So while he was strong, fast, and stubborn, he didn't have his wings. No aerial advantage.

And you were sharper. You moved with practiced ease, letting him tire himself out as he swung and lunged across the sunken sparring pit, meeting his strikes with sidesteps, well-placed counters, and a smirk you hoped was infuriating.

He went for your ribs.

You caught his wrist. Twisted. Used that leverage to hook your legs around him, then used his thrown balance to send him down.

His back hit the mat with a solid thud.

For a moment, he just blinked up at you, winded and momentarily stunned.

You grinned, settling your weight on top of him, knee digging into his ribs just hard enough to remind him who the boss was. "Tell me," you mused, "who did you say was getting their ass handed to them today?"

Sam huffed, mouth pursing into something half-annoyed, half-amused. "Yeah, screw you."

You arched a brow. "Not much of an apology."

His jaw tensed, eyes narrowing. A second’s hesitation. You pounced.

Your fingers slipped under his ribs, pressing just enough-

"Shit!"

Your smirk quickly became a grin.

A choked laugh ripped out of him before he could stop it. He bucked violently, twisting beneath you as laughter tore through him like he’d been struck by lightning.

Your hand followed wherever he turned. "Something wrong, Wilson?"

"You demon-" He twisted again, finally using sheer force to throw you off. You hit the mat with a sharp roll over your shoulder, coming up to your feet in a fluid motion, laughing as he swore under his breath, breathless.

You two weren't the only ones laughing.

Thor chuckled, amused. Bucky smirked, arms crossed. Steve shook his head, exasperated. And Loki...

Loki was watching you like a cat watching a caged bird.

He tilted his head, eyes sharp, lips lifting in a slow, knowing smirk. "That," he said, "seems like an extraordinarily reckless tactic to introduce."

You dusted your hands off. "How so?"

Loki’s smirk widened. He took the bait. "Because every person in this room is stronger than you. And now you’ve gone and planted a very particular idea in their minds."

His gaze dragged over you, slow and deliberate. You crossed your arms, lifting that same brow in challenge. Giving him space to continue monologuing.

"I mean, really," he mused in a silken voice, "do you truly want to tempt fate by giving them the notion to simply hold you down and take their revenge?"

The air shifted, and you held back your confident smirk, just to play with him a bit. "They're welcome to try."

Bucky stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. "It's futile." He shot you a begrudging look. "We learned a long time ago - she’s not ticklish."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, and it’s annoying as hell. Not many ways to get her back for all that sass."

You shot him a sly smile.

Loki made a sound in his throat - amused, unimpressed. "You’re wrong."

Your eyes slid back to him, fixing him with a look. "Wrong? I'm not ticklish, Loki."

Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, you are.”

Tense silence fell upon the room as the others turned to Loki, confused, silently hoping.

The moment stretched, electric.

Smirking eye contact, the crackle of something just shy of violent, just shy of something else.

You squinted. "I'm not lying. I've never been ticklish. Ask anyone in here."

“Hmm, I'm sure they have tried with their clumsy mortal hands,” he murmured, voice low, rich, laced with wicked amusement. “I, however..." His smirk grew downright devious. "I could take you apart without breaking a sweat.”

Your stomach did something sharp and treacherous. The heat in your face spread down your neck before you could help it.

Sam snorted. “Oh my god.”

Bucky shook his head, muttering something under his breath. Steve exhaled through his nose, clearly regretting his life choices.

You, however, refused to flinch.

“Yeah, right.”

Loki chuckled, slow and dark.

“I’ll gladly prove it,” he insisted, voice a lazy taunt, “as soon as you’re not afraid to submit to it."

The words pushed like a slow blade between your ribs. The challenge, goading you to agree to being pinned and tested, for him to catalogue your responses. It’s not like he was going to succeed in tickling you, but submit?

No way in hell.

Your mouth parted in a scoff, heat flushing your neck, your cheeks, something sharp already forming on your tongue-

“Okay, this,” Sam interrupted, pointing one hand at each of you, “is the one of most sexual things I’ve ever seen in my life, and I once walked in on Thor oiling himself up for battle.”

You lunged.

Sam yelped, dodging back, but before you could reach him, a familiar arm hooked around your waist, effortlessly hauling you back onto the mat.

Bucky didn’t even flinch. “Easy, killer."

Loki chuckled, low and pleased, as you pushed Bucky's arm away.

“I do so enjoy this part,” the god mused.

You exhaled sharply, still flushed, still coiled tight with something restless and unsatisfied. You took the bait. “What part?”

His gaze flicked to yours, amused, knowing. “The part where you pretend to be annoyed.”

The others snorted.

Your mouth opened, but before you could fire back, Loki winked, turned, and made to leave.

Something in you rebelled.

“Hey!" You called after him. "Come put your money where your mouth is, Your Highness."

Loki stopped.

He exhaled a low, dark chuckle, then, slowly, began rolling up the sleeves of his tunic, baring forearms lined with lean, deceptive strength.

“I didn't think,” he murmured, “you'd want an audience for what’s about to transpire.”

Sam made a strangled noise. “I hate this. I hate this weird foreplay.”

Thor’s booming laugh filled the room.

"Of course I want an audience," you hummed, ignoring the riffraff. "I want them all to witness you making a fool of yourself." You stepped back onto the mat, uncrossing your arms, opening your stance. "But I’m not submitting. If you want me at your mercy, you’ll have to earn it.”

Loki turned back, and - lazily, deliberately, with a smirk that was pure sin - prowled toward you. “Very well,” he purred with a tilt of his head. “Let’s play.”

But the moment his feet hit the mat, you got the sinking feeling that you'd just walked into a trap.

You’d never sparred with Loki before. Hell, you’d never even seen him fight outside of an actual battlefield, where his chaos and skill blurred the line between strategy and sheer fucking audacity.

But now, circling each other under the dim gym lights, with him as your adversary, you saw raw, precise power coiled beneath his deliberate movements, waiting to unravel.

His stance was fluid, deceptively relaxed. Beautiful, cocky bastard. Every shift of his weight, every flicker of his gaze, calculated. You could tell he was watching you, reading you, in a way that made heat lick at the base of your spine. And deep in your belly.

So you lunged first.

In the blink of an eye, he dodged, slipping around your advance like a fast-flowing stream through your fingers, barely exerting any effort. Your body twisted, adjusting on instinct, throwing your weight into a feint before coming back around, aiming for his side.

But again, he was faster.

Loki flowed around your strike like water, his arm shooting out with lightning precision. You barely registered the movement before his palm landed solidly against your ribs - not with brute force, but a firm, pointed push, sending you stumbling off balance.

You caught yourself, breath coming sharp through your nose. He stood there, utterly at ease, watching you with a glint of amusement.

Smug, infuriatingly hot, cocky bastard.

You exhaled. Steady.

Regrouping, you moved again, but this time, you were smarter - testing- feeling out the way he reacted. The next time he dodged, you anticipated it, twisting mid-motion and using his own momentum against him, catching his arm and yanking.

It almost worked.

The instant you felt his weight shift, you knew - he’d let you do that.

You barely had time to react before he countered, twisting with impossible grace, his body moving like an under-sea shadow. You felt it before you saw it.

His hands on you.

Turning.

Your feet ripped out from under you.

The mat met your chest with a harsh thud, your breath shooting out of your lungs in a rush.

Your wrists flexed, instinctively pushing to lift yourself up - except one of them wasn’t moving. Something heavy and warm pressed you down.

Your pulse jumped.

Loki was above you, his thighs caging your hips, one hand securing your wrist above your head. Your left side was left exposed, vulnerable. You snuck a glance at the rest of the team - on your... right - he chose to test the side they couldn't see. Why?

There were more important matters to tend to.

You struggled, but his grip was like iron, pressing your wrist into the mat, keeping your body still beneath his. The sheer weight of him was suffocating, and intoxicating, his lean muscle like warm steel.

The sound of your panting filled the space between you as you used your free hand to push against his knee, against the mat, to try and pry his hand off your wrist.

Nothing budged. Nothing. Especially not you.

So, finally, you gave up the fight, relaxing underneath him, letting your forehead fall to the mat as the others chuckled on the sidelines.

A low, satisfied, hum rumbled from his chest.

You clenched your jaw, ignoring the way the heat from his body seemed to sink into yours. “Yeah, whatever. You're a thousand-year-old god, of course you're gonna win."

Loki chuckled. And that sound - deep, smug, thoroughly entertained - was infuriating.

You scoffed, and gave a snarky chuckle, lazing your head to the side, not the slightest bit concerned. "Well, go on. Do what you need to do. All of these guys have tried, failed, and reaped the embarrassment of prodding my stomach while I stare them down. Your turn."

"My turn," he repeated in a low, heat, murmur that made your neck prickle. "They’ve all tried, have they?"

His eyes flicked toward the others - Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor - still watching with rapt attention.

"I'm guessing they wrestled you, pinned you," Loki mused, "and I imagine they grabbed at your waist, or jammed their fingers clumsily under your arms, yes?"

Your stomach clenched at the cool, casual confidence in his voice.

His head dipped lower, lips brushing just past your ear.

"But no one's ever been gentle with you, have they?"

The implication landed hot in your stomach. With that tone, he definitely wasn't just talking about tickling.

"I don’t need gentle," you gritted out, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

Loki hummed again. And then -

A single touch.

Soft. Featherlight. Unfamiliar.

A slow, wandering drag of fingertips under the hem of your shirt, gliding over your side with aching delicacy.

An involuntary shudder rippled through you, sparkling sensation travelling up your neck, down your hip.

Your breath hitched.

Loki’s low chuckle vibrated against your back.

“Oh, my. Was that a reaction?"

You tested your wrist again, his grip didn’t budge. Iron.

“I-” You wet your lips, breathing out a nervous chuckle. Steady... “If this is tickling, why do people react to it so violently? Sam practically-”

The words died in your throat as his fingers slipped higher.

A slow, agonisingly light scratching at your ribcage.

Your body shifted before you even realised. Some strange, new sensation bloomed alive beneath your skin - an almost electric tingle, sharp and shivery, not... uncomfortable but not something you could control.

You winced, feeling your own muscles betray you, your arm instinctively trying to pull down. Your brow furrowed.

Silence from the others.

Your pulse pounded as you turned your head and met their confused stares and raised brows.

Loki’s voice dipped lower. “Tell me,” he whispered, dark and taunting, “what do you feel?”

You swallowed. Your breath was unsteady. “I don’t know, I-”

You barely got the words out before his fingers slipped higher, that damnably light touch moving quicker, scraping against your skin and nerves-

A sensation erupted.

Your body jerked.

A strangled noise caught in your throat - somewhere between a gasp and a sound you’d never made before - bubbling up.

No.

No fucking way.

Your fingers dug into the mat. Heat roared through your veins, panic flickering, because something strange was happening. Your body was reacting. Your breath hitching, catching, some kind of force simmering deep in your lungs-

“What the hell are you doing to me?” you demanded, voice breathless, confused, desperate.

Loki only laughed, dark and rich, and said, “Proving a point.”

And then he picked up the speed.

A choked, gasping giggle burst out of you before you could stop it.

Your eyes widened.

The others on the sidelines looked gobsmacked.

The sensation grew, intensified, as Loki’s fingers didn’t stop.

You twisted violently, struggling under him, but his weight was unforgiving, his grip relentless.

Your lips parted, a stream of breathless giggles slipping free.

Oh, fuck.

Your body shuddered as his fingers skimmed higher, up to the skin stretched over the centre of your ribcage-

Your head hit the mat as laughter was yanked out of you. Your legs kicked, trying to gain traction, but Loki only chuckled at your useless attempts.

“Wait- fucking- you-"

“Well,” Loki purred, so fucking pleased with himself, “Not ticklish, was it?”

The laughter ripped through your throat, unrelenting, spilling out in gasping waves as Loki’s damnable fingers continued their excruciatingly light torment. The others on the sidelines cheered in pure delight as you laughed and laughed and twisted and squirmed.

But there was no escape.

No amount of tensing, no desperate attempts to throw him off, could do anything against his sheer strength and control. His weight pressed you into the mat, keeping you exactly where he wanted, his hand moving with deadly precision - every stroke of his fingertips dragging something shivery and unbearable from your skin.

Bucky's surprised scoff cut across your struggling. "Well I'll be."

"All this time, huh?" Steve huffed a laugh through his nose.

"Oh, you are definitely getting it from me," Sam's chortling threat made you turn your head away, back to where only Loki could see your profile.

Gods, Loki.

This wasn’t the clumsy, forceful jabbing of a sparring partner trying to elicit a reaction.

This... this was deliberate. Skilled. Loki had found something new in you, and he was taking his time exploring it.

And the worst part?

The heat.

The deep, simmering pull in your stomach had nothing to do with his magic and everything to do with the way his body pinned yours, the warmth of his breath, the slow, dangerous way he was learning you.

You were done for.

“Now,” Loki called to the others, voice smooth and pleased and maddeningly composed over your breathless gasps, “what exactly should I be dishing out punishment for? As long as you all have tales of her misdeeds…”

His fingers fluttered along your ribs, light and delicate, dragging over the hyper-sensitive skin. Your body seized with a squeal, then a sharp, gasping laugh.

“…I’ll keep going.”

The traitorous bastards on the sidelines did not hesitate.

“How much time you got?” Sam called, laughing.

"She replaced the protein powder with flour," Bucky offered. "Had us all drinking sludge in our shakes for days until we realised."

Loki hummed in amusement. "Clever." His fingers never stopped - the feathery, unbearable strokes at your lower ribs making your body tremble under him.

"Last week she convinced Thor that the Alexa was not only a real person, but 'Midgard's Only Goddess.'" Sam snorted. "Had Thor trying to win her favour for hours."

Loki chuckled, shaking his head as though deeply ashamed of you. His fingers slid higher up your ribs, the change in focus so sudden it made your breath hitch violently - your body arching before you could stop it.

"Oh, that’s good," Sam laughed. "Keep her goin', we got more."

"She told the new recruits that I get my hair done at a salon called ‘Thunder Struck,’" Thor added, betrayal in his voice. "The rumours-"

"-are completely true," you gasped, still somehow defiant through the breathless laughter spilling out of you.

Loki sighed in faux fatigue. "A habitual liar, too. Unfortunate." His fingers shifted again, this time creeping into the soft space under your arm-

Your laughter folded into silence.

A sharp, breathless inhale was all you could manage, body seizing as your nerves exploded with sensation. Your free hand slammed into the mat, trying to brace yourself.

Loki noticed.

“Oh,” he purred, sounding far too satisfied. His fingers didn’t move, just rested there, as if savouring the way you tensed beneath him. “I see.”

Your eyes widened. Somehow, you knew what was coming.

“I believe,” he murmured darkly, “I’ve found the perfect place for my discipline.”

His fingers twitched.

A sharp, shuddering noise burst out of you.

Then he started moving.

Slow. Dragging.

Your body jolted before you could stop it, a sharp, helpless squirm beneath him. Your breath hitched violently in your throat, trying to hold in the laughter- you couldn’t let him win-

His fingers curled against your skin in a perfectly devastating way, grazing soft circles in the deepest, most vulnerable part of that untouched nerve space, and the laughter broke out of you in an uncontrollable rush.

Loki sighed, as if he were so terribly disappointed.

“What was it you called me last week?” he mused, tracing, scratching, slow, taunting circles over every tormenting inch. “Ah, yes - ‘horny Shakespeare?’”

You shrieked. Your trapped hand trembling into a fist, tears of mirth threatening hot behind your eyes.

The others roared with laughter.

“Or was it-” He shifted, pressing in closer, lips brushing against your burning ear, voice dripping with amusement, “-‘overgrown magician with daddy issues’?”

You shrieked again, laughter breaking apart into gasping, desperate protests.

“Oh, I rather like this one-” His fingers swirled, still unbearably light, sweeping quickly over the taut skin. “You said I ‘probably cry after sex.’”

“I TAKE IT BACK-”

Loki laughed, dark and dangerous, sitting back up as his fingers scraped gently, just enough to send fire through your nerves, to make your laughter break, to send your legs kicking uselessly against the mat.

"Ah, and my favourite," Loki continued, relentless, "-you looked me dead in the eyes, in front of the entire team, and asked me if my horns were, in fact, just overcompensation for something far more-"

He was cut off when his fingers stroked, just so, against the place just below your arm where your ribcage ended, and laughter tore through you, something wrecked in your voice, your body shaking against his.

"Oh, you didn't like that, did you?" he soothed in mock sympathy before his voice gave way to a dark, sensuous chuckle.

"Loki- PLEASE!"

You had never begged before.

But you'd never been ticklish before.

And Loki - Loki fucking knew.

His chuckle returned as his hand slowed to a stop, fingers still perched threateningly as your ragged breath expelled beneath him.

"Did you hear that, gentlemen?" Your chest heaved, body shaking from the sheer force of it all, something deeply unsettled in your bones as his palm smoothed down your side, lingering before his fingers tightened at your hip, his grip possessive. "I do believe our dear girl has finally learned some manners."

Your entire body burned.

Then, Loki pushed off, moving effortlessly to his feet as if the last five minutes hadn’t utterly destroyed you.

True to his word, he hadn't broken a sweat.

You barely managed to push yourself onto your knees, your body unsteady, your breathing still laboured.

"Wait, hold up," Sam interrupted, holding a hand towards you. "Loki, you gotta show us how to do that."

Loki stiffened. It was barely noticeable. A flicker. A shift in the air.

And then - smooth as ever, with an icy calm that sent a clear warning, "I used magic," he said, holding up a hand with fingertips glowing green. "You are not capable, and you should not try."

You looked up, saw the chilled death in his stare that bored into Sam.

Liar.

That's why he chose to test the side no one else can see; he didn't want anyone else knowing how to undo you.

And everyone knew it. The implication was clear:

Back off.

Sam held up his hands immediately. "Alright, damn. Not trying to start an intergalactic incident."

The tension in the room eased as you caught your breath, but the tension inside you only burned hotter.

Loki turned and met your gaze with something solemn in his expression, something dark and wanting... protective.

Something only for you.

And fuck, you were both done for.

.

.

[sirhamburrger]

BREAKING NEWS: CHART-TOPPING ARTIST YN LN PUBLICLY DISSES PXG STAR PLAYER AFTER HISTORIC VICTORY AGAINST BASTARD MÜNCHEN?!

after #JusticeForPXG starts to trend on most major social media platforms within a mere two hours, you receive an email from their manager. they… want you to perform before their match against the ubers? for a horrifying moment you’d thought your career might actually end over an offhand comment, but it seems you’ve been thrown a lifeline.

well, so much for that lifeline, because you’re pretty sure you trample all over it and set it on fire when, during your performance item three evenings later, a photo of none other than rin freaking itoshi appears on the big screen -

and the flash of a thousand cameras captures the very moment you roll your eyes in front of ten thousand people. and the whole internet.

you grimace when you step off the pitch and head back to the holding area, still panting from the exertion of the set. as the players stream out from their locker rooms, you brush against someone’s elbow, and as you turn a second later to wish the teams luck, you notice the man of the hour himself staring back at you.

and you really hate that you might care what he thinks about you.

---

“look,” aiku snickers, pointing at the screen in the locker room. “it’s your favourite bm fan.”

“it’s not even that funny.” rin tightens the laces on his cleats a little too aggressively to punctuate his sentence.

but he’s thinking: does she really hate him all that much?

“i’m pretty sure sendou dated her at some point,” karasu chimes in, rather unhelpfully.

“no way,” aiku says dismissively and more than a little seriously. “she’s waaaaay out of his league. she’d have to be blind - or really, really desperate.”

“get out of my player’s head, aiku.” julian loki pulls his jersey over his head, shooting the ex-u20 captain a withering stare. “or is it because you know you don’t stand a chance against us?”

“casse toi!” charles pipes up.

rin groans.

---

pxg wins that evening. you can’t even say you’re surprised - you knew, somehow, that it would turn out like this.

and here’s how the rest of it goes:

you tell yourself you’re going to leave the stadium quietly. slip out before anyone can get another picture of you, before the internet takes your face and pastes it onto another meme.

but fate has a funny way of playing games with you, because when you round the corner leading to the underground parking lot, you walk right into him.

rin itoshi.

you freeze, half because of the collision, half because - well, you’ve never actually been this close to him before. he’s taller than you expected. his hair is damp from the showers, and his stare is impassive, unreadable.

you expect him to be mad, or annoyed, or at the very least, indifferent enough to walk right past you. but instead, he speaks.

"you don’t like me."

it’s not a question.

you could lie, smooth things over, but that would be too easy. and honestly, you’re still annoyed - at the internet, at this whole situation, at the fact that he looks this good after running across a pitch for ninety minutes.

"what gave it away?" you say dryly.

his brow twitches, just the slightest bit. "is it because of pxg?"

you sigh. "no, it’s because i think you’re kind of an ass."

his lips press into a thin line. you expect him to snap at you, but instead, he just studies you - like he’s trying to solve some kind of puzzle.

"fair," he says after a beat, and for some reason, that catches you off guard.

you cross your arms. "that’s it? no defense? no ‘you don’t even know me’ speech?"

"if you think i’m an ass, i probably was." he shrugs, looking away for a second before flicking his gaze back to you. there’s something almost amused in his expression now. "but you still came to perform."

you roll your eyes. "only because your manager begged me to."

"right. had nothing to do with me."

"nothing at all."

he hums, as if he doesn’t quite believe you. as if he can see the way your resolve wavers, just a little, under the weight of his attention.

and you hate that he might be right.

he shifts then, stepping aside, giving you space to leave. but before you do, he says, almost offhandedly, "i don’t hate you, you know."

something about the way he says it makes your stomach flip. or maybe it's the compression shirt. (yeah, it's probably just the compression shirt.)

---

© sirhamburrger 2025

[maeintree]

i just thought about this while working on a research paper lmao, this is so soft and dreamy i love it 😭 the way he just melts for you… completely devoted, basking in your touch like it’s the only thing that matters. the intimacy of it all, him resting in your lap while you braid his hair, his voice dipping into something tender when he calls you beautiful… ughhh. he’s so in love with you.

also the way he fully abandons his duties to be with you?? peak loki behavior. “spoiled prince” indeed. and you just let him because honestly, who could resist him when he looks at you like that?

the afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the fields outside the palace, a rare moment of peace away from the endless expectations of the court. a soft breeze carries the scent of wildflowers, rustling through the tall grass as you sit comfortably on a thick woven blanket, a basket of untouched delicacies beside you.

loki rests his head in your lap, long limbs draped lazily, his usual regal posture abandoned in favor of pure indulgence. his eyes, sharp and knowing, watch your every movement as you take a section of his dark hair between your fingers, slowly weaving it into an intricate braid.

“you should be in council right now,” you murmur, running your nails lightly against his scalp, earning a pleased sigh from your husband.

“i should,” he agrees, though he makes no effort to move. “but i’d much rather be here.”

you shake your head fondly, fingers continuing their work, the strands of his silky hair slipping easily through your touch. loki remains still, unnervingly quiet, until you feel his gaze fixed on you—intense, unreadable. the weight of it is enough to make warmth rise to your cheeks.

“stop looking at me like that, loki.” your voice is soft but tinged with exasperation.

he smirks, but there’s no teasing in his next words. just quiet reverence. “you are so beautiful.”

your fingers falter for a brief moment before resuming their delicate task. the heat blooming in your chest spreads to your face, and you press your lips together to suppress a smile. but loki sees it—of course he does.

“ah, there it is,” he murmurs, reaching up to trace a finger against your flushed cheek. “that pretty blush of yours.”

you roll your eyes but lean into his touch, unable to hide the way your heart swells. "you are impossible," you say, though there is no real scolding in your tone.

"and yet," loki drawls, a lazy grin tugging at his lips, "you married me."

you huff a laugh, finishing the braid and tying it off before threading your fingers gently through the rest of his hair. "yes, i did. and now i'm stuck with a husband who flees his responsibilities to let me dote on him like a spoiled prince."

"correction," loki hums, closing his eyes as if savoring the moment. "a very spoiled prince."

you shake your head, but as you glance down at him—his face peaceful, content—you can’t bring yourself to argue. instead, you press a soft kiss to his forehead, letting your fingers tangle in his hair once more, and loki sighs like he belongs nowhere else in the world but here, in your lap, utterly and entirely yours.

he’s still lying there when a small giggle breaks the quiet. you glance up, catching sight of a tiny figure peeking out from behind a tree, their little hands barely covering their mouth. a moment later, another small face joins them, eyes wide with mischief.

loki groans, not even looking. “they’re spying on us, aren’t they?”

“of course they are,” you say, laughing. “your children, after all.”

“our children,” loki corrects, but he doesn’t even sound annoyed—just resigned. with another sigh, he finally shifts, sitting up and stretching. “come out, little terrors. we see you.”

the two small figures squeal in delight, abandoning their hiding spot as they race toward you. one leaps into loki’s arms, the other tumbling into your lap where he was just resting, giggling wildly.

“father, we saw you getting your hair braided!” one of them exclaims. “you looked so pretty!”

loki glares at them, but there’s no real venom in it, especially when you start laughing. “you betray me, my own blood,” he mutters dramatically, though he’s already pulling them close, one arm around each child.

you smile, watching the way his features soften completely as he presses kisses to their foreheads. for all his dramatics, for all his schemes and mischief, this is who he truly is. a husband who adores you, a father who loves his children more than anything.

and when he catches you looking at him like that, he smirks. “ah, my love,” he teases, “stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?” you ask, arching a brow.

he grins, pulling you into his arms along with the little ones. “like i’m the most wonderful thing in the world.”

you roll your eyes but lean into him anyway,

the sounds of the breeze as the golden afternoon stretches on.

[narcjsistx]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 | OS

shidou ryusei x fem reader ; words: 6.7k (6723)

plot: if there's something you love it's the relationship you have with charles, the little player of PxG. one thing you hate is shidou ryusei, the stupidest boy in the entire universe. the positive negative thing is that charles literally considers you and shidou his parents

extra: spoiler from U-20 and NEL arcs, read at your own risk!! jk, but don't read if you don't want big spoilers, and don't complain to me

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

——— FIRST

"Could you be more precise in your throw? The ball goes where it's supposed to go, but you know that a mistake of even a millimeter can make it end up with the opponent. I want you to be precise" you say sitting comfortably on your bench, legs crossed, pen in hand and a notebook resting on your knees "How exactly? Do I have to go like, wah wah and then booosh?" the boy says, sprinting across the field, moving in a way that only he understands perfectly, but that you're now more or less starting to understand "Exactly. I want more mobility from you"

Charles nods "Okay, ma mère!" he says laughing, then goes back to his training. You roll your eyes pretending to be annoyed, but you can't suppress the little smile that appears on your lips: he's been using this nickname for months now, at first it was weird, but now it almost feels strange if he calls you by your name, your real name. It's just that little by little you've become fond of the idea of playing an almost maternal role for Charles, who is actually only a few years younger than you

"Yoo! Where's my favorite boy?" says someone you recognize by their usual shrill tone of voice

Oh, and here's Charles' father figure

What a shitty choice

"Shidou!" the boy shouts running towards the blond, who ruffles his hair as soon as they get close "Usual boring training?" he asks, and you watch them from afar annoyed. You know that Shidou asks this because he knows that you are almost always the one training the ftench genius, except for the rare times Loki does it. Shidou knows you're here, otherwise he wouldn't have looked at you and smiled that usual smile he does because he knows it annoys you

"I wouldn't say boring. I improved a few things with my coach" he says, and you like how Charles defends you in front of that parasite "Improved with Y/n? Then she blinded you too with those same old training sessions..." he says, even seeming sorry for the boy "Training is stupid, all you need is practice on the field" Shidou says starting to run towards the ball, which has remained further away from them. Charles chases him, and between them begins a 1vs1 that leaves you space to hate Shidou in your thoughts

You hate how sure of himself he is, how he always wants to prove himself better than you in front of Charles and everyone in general. You simply hate Ryusei Shidou, but you have to live with the idea that the little blond only listens to you and him in the whole Blue Lock, if not sometimes even Julian Loki. The last match of the Neo Genesis League was about to start, and in a few days PxG would face Bastard Munchen, who you knew were in a bit of a critical situation due to their players. Being on par with Anri in terms of organisation, it was up to you and her to manage the training sessions that Ego administered to the players, and as a result you knew practically everything that was going on in the teams, although you had to remain impartial due to your more present commitment to the french team. You were originally supposed to end up as Chigiri's assistant coach at Manshine City, but at the last minute you asked to coach Charles, and the role was given to you straight away. Charles was not in the Blue Lock training system, he came from a french city whose name you only sometimes remembered. He would not stay here in Japan, at the end of the NEL he would leave like all the other foreign players. Your heart ached a little thinking about it, but you wanted to make him strong first and then think about the separation

When you had the recording videos of the foreign players in hand, he had immediately caught your attention. After a few training sessions together he had already started to trust you: Charles was a child, but you had 9 younger brothers at home who had always given you problems, so managing him was like walking on already studied ground

You weren't sure how Charles had come to hear only you and the other two boys, but you didn't care so much actually. The ball lands a few meters from where you're sitting, and Shidou immediately arrives and picks it up, running back into the middle of the field, but not before staring at you for a few seconds. Here comes the parasite

Shidou had been in the Blue Lock since the beginning of the project, or at least, something like that. During the match against U-20 he had played alongside Sae Itoshi, thus appearing as an enemy. But there was much more underneath

At the beginning of the project, you and Shidou were actually friends, if that's what you could call the relationship. You were the practical part of Ego and Anri, the only one who watched the games on the bench and not through a screen like them. You liked your role, as you liked exchanging a few words with the players. In the end, you had become a bit of a friend to everyone, the only girl in a myriad of boys who only had soccer and food on their minds. And when you say friend to everyone, Ryusei also falls into this category

You joked, you rooted for him, and he rooted for you when you were called up by Ego after some little mistake you made. It happened that he would spend hours and hours on the field just to talk to you while he kicked the ball; if he had some free time after training, he would ask you to get some pink dye and redo the color in his hair. It was a strange relationship, damn strange, but beautiful in your opinion. At least that was before he was muzzled into silence, tied up in a room for Rin Itoshi's safety. You knew he was deadly, but on the one hand you thought, and still think, Ego's behavior was a little excessive. And so Shidou had been "bought" by the prodigy, moved to the U-20 team and brought back to the Blue Lock only at the start of the Neo Genesis League. And from that moment, everything had changed

The first few days after his return you tried to talk to him, thinking that everything was the same as before, but he seemed to be the same but far from you. And so, gradually, you started to hate him and he started to love your annoyed face because of him. And here you are again, trying to ignore the part where you were deeply disappointed when you heard he was leaving for another team. But you preferred that to be ignored, at least by you and the entire world

“ATTENTION!” Charles shouts, and before you know it, the ball lands in your face, knocking you off the bench. You lay there confused for a few seconds, before you see the boy in your field of vision, followed by the blond who doesn't even try to hide his laughter "Maybe the throw was a little crooked, Shidou" says the french kid, looking up at the other "If that's the result, the throw was perfect!" he says laughing. You stay on the floor, this time sitting up while you rub your aching head while listening to the bullshit Shudou says

"Oh no, ma mère, are you going to die?" Charles says smiling at you, and even though you're still in pain you can't help but laugh a little at his comment "I don't think so, Charles. I'd rather someone else die" you say looking up, and immediately the little one starts laughing, but it's not the same for Ryusei, who looks down at you "I guess you're the funny one in your family" he says with a raised eyebrow "Oh trust me, I am. I don't think I can say the same about you. Months after you've been here, you still suck at making people laugh" you say, and the child's laughter becomes louder as Shidou unexpectedly offers you a hand to stand up. You were confused "Huh?" you mutter "I may not be funny, but I'm still a gentleman" he says, and from the tone of his voice it sounds damn sure. You stare at his hand for a while, before deciding that sooner or later you'll have to get up off the ground if you don't want to stay here forever. You're about to grab his hand when he removes it, putting both of them in the pockets of his track pants as he starts walking towards the exit of the infield "I'm kidding. Not that I care about manners so suddenly"

"Oh, fuck you bastard!" you say, getting up from the ground by yourself, while he has already made his way to the exit. You hear him laugh at your comment, as he raises his hand, still with his back to you, waving it "See you, family!" he says in a friendly tone, and this only makes your blood boil even more in your veins

"Mère and Dad are arguing" Charles says, looking at you amused with the usual sharp tooth sticking out of his mouth. You turn to him with a huff, picking up your notebook on the floor before going back to sit on the bench "Let's continue"

——— SECOND

"You should seriously stop eating this crap" you tell the boy, whose mouth is completely full of the pink substance "It's not my problem if you don't like it" he says, continuing to gorge on inordinate amounts of the dessert. The cafeteria is almost completely empty, except for a few other boys from PxG who are sitting in silence eating. Charles always eats sweets before going to sleep, and for a few days now he's been obsessed with a strawberry jelly of who knows what off brand. You take a sip of your tea, ignoring the kid who continues to dirty his tray. It's almost 10pm and you're tired too, today has been a particularly tiring day due to your commitments: between various training sessions and Ego who asked you at least ten times to clean the team's locker room, you've had little time to rest. And you were so damn sleepy, but you knew Charles would keep you awake even past the time he was, technically, supposed to go to his dorm to rest

As the minutes pass, the cafeteria empties. Now there are only you and the boy left, who is on his third helping of his dessert

"I think that's enough" you say taking the container from his hands, throwing it in the bin at the side of your table. You see Charles's face go white, as if you had just told him he can't play soccer "What did you just do?!" he says in shock, moving to put a hand in the bin, probably to get the rest of the portion. You look at him disgusted, taking it from his shirt to lift it up "Take that thing back and I swear tomorrow I'll ask Loki to let you train with him for a whole week"

"You really wouldn't do that. You love me too much, right ma mère?"

"I have to educate you like a mother too, don't I?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE" the kid says kicking, and you let him go because of your tiredness. You watch him tiredly as he runs towards the exit of the cafeteria, rubbing your eyes from tiredness "Charles, come back here-" you say walking towards his direction, but are surprised when you hear someone fall. You walk towards the corridor, where you see Charles on the ground and, in front of him, Shidou on the ground too

With a hint of surprise you notice how, unlike always, Shidou's hair is down instead of straight up. Blonde and pink locks fall over his face, and looking further down you notice that he, like Charles, is not wearing his usual uniform, replaced instead by a gray tank top and blue pajama pants, provided by the Blue Lock. You can't say he's not a good looking, but that's not exactly the context in which you would say that

"Ooouch" the boy says, rubbing his head, probably in pain "Oh! Shidou?" he continues, noticing the boy "I was just looking for you" the boy says, then looks up at you, smiling cheekily "You always have your mommy with you, huh?"

You glare at him, bending down to Charles' height "You okay?" you ask, and he nods "I'd be better off with the pudding still in my hands" he says, and you snort in his face, making him laugh. Shidou looks at you confused, tilting his head "What do you mean?" he asks curiously, and as much as you don't want to explain, Charles is the one who immediately takes care of answering him "She threw a whole pudding in the trash!" he says offended, and you pull his ear "It wasn't a whole pudding, there were barely two spoonfuls left to finish it! And besides, it's not good for you to eat it" you say as if to scold him, and this time too the french kid laughs. Shidou watches you, getting back on your feet and then offering a hand to Charles to get back on his feet. He offers his hand to you too, but you avoid being teased this time too and get up on your own

"You mean the pink shit Ego always puts next to the cutlery?" the boy asks, putting his hands in his pockets. Charles nods frantically "That. You've tried it too, right? It's damn good, in France we don't have-" he says, but Shidou cuts him off "That sucks" he says in a disgusted tone, making you raise your face because you wouldn't have expected a sign of collaboration

"See? If Shidou tells you that too, you should really let that shit go" you say, nodding, ruffling the boy's hair "If you say so..." he says, now defeated. You laugh internally at seeing him so saddened by something like that, but you notice how Ryusei is also holding back a laugh

Your eyes meet for a few seconds, and soon neither of you can help but laugh. Charles looks at you in confusion as you laugh, but then suddenly a genius seems to pass through his mind, "You guys are getting along great!" he says emotionally, probably because of seeing you almost always insult each other. You immediately stop laughing, tugging on his ear again “Don’t talk nonsense. Now go to sleep!” you say, and he grumbles a bit before heading off to his dorm

You and Shidou remain in the empty hallway. You look down, while he has no qualms about staring at you brazenly: typical of him, he has never felt ashamed of anything, and you don't think he'll ever start. You stare at the floor for a bit too long, to the point of looking up "You were looking for Charles earlier, weren't you?" you ask crossing your arms. He seems to think about it "Yeah. But I don't think I need it anymore" he says, but the way he says it makes you curious "What did you need?" you ask, and he puts a hand on the back of his neck "I usually ask Karasu to help me dry my hair, but he went to practice. I wanted to ask Charles but he went to sleep, from what I understand" he says

Why are you thinking what you're thinking. What the fuck is going on with you to even think about asking him?. You should seriously visit a specialist, because it is impossible that just seeing him like this has given you all this courage, so much so that it overshadows the hatred you feel for him

"What if I helped you?"

——— THIRD

You shake your hand through the boy's hair, trying to see where it's still wet. The pink strands seem more faded now that they're in front of you, and you wonder when the last time he got his signature pink color was. You don't even know how you ended up in this situation, even though you explicitly asked to help him

Maybe you missed the feeling of being close to him, but admitting it would be like a defeat for yourself. So, inside, you say that it was just a kind act in a moment of kindness. And then, Shidou is surely going through a moment of simple kindness too: according to your reasoning, he should hate you too. This is just a moment of pause between the two of you, and when you're done, everything will be the same as before: just people who can't stand each other, linked by Charles exclusively as divorced parents

"Aren't you tired?" he asks, after a long time of being silent; tired? You could literally lie down on the floor right now and fall asleep immediately "No. I'm not" you say, because admitting it would be like handing him the fact that you have a limit on a silver platter. He chuckles to himself, but you don't bother asking yourself why: after all, he's Shidou, he does a lot of things for no reason behind it. The sound of the hair dryer echoes in the boy's room for a while longer, until you feel his hair finally dry. You indulge a little in touching it, because it is definitely softer than you ever imagined. Shidou gets up from the chair, walks towards the mirror and you watch him as he touches his hair, perhaps to check it. Next to his bed you notice a hair gel lotion, probably used for the usual hairstyle. "The pink streaks have faded a bit" you say, looking at him from a distance. This time it's you who speaks, and he turns to look at you for a few seconds, then looks at himself in the mirror again "I know"

You don't know why, but asking him seems like you've opened a conversation that you have to conclude. It's strange, because you have this impression with him since he was moved to the opposing team

"Aren't you going to get your hair colored again? Aren't you going to ask Anri for the dye?" you ask, getting closer, but you immediately stop, still keeping a little distance "I haven't gotten my hair colored in a while, maybe since before the game against Blue Lock"

Your heart skips a beat. If it's like he says, he hasn't had his hair dyed since you stopped doing it. It had become a habit of yours, after all

"I see" you stammer, suddenly feeling cramped in the large room "I think I'll go to my room" you say, and you scurry toward the exit door. Your cheeks are itchy with redness, and damn, why did you suddenly have this fucking reaction? He probably didn't do it again because he's busy with NEL games, you should consider yourself less important in other people's lives.

You walk down the empty hallway towards your room, when you hear Shidou pop out of his door again "Hey" he says, and you stop without turning around "What?" you ask "Do you like more my hair down or up?" he asks

"Down" you say

"I get it. See you, mother of the child"

Damn, he hadn't lost a bit of that side he knew made your knees weak. Fuck you, Shidou Ryusei

——— FOURTH

The folder in your hands is probably begging for mercy because of how tightly you're gripping it. NEL games always excite you, but watching the two current strongest teams clash is almost legendary. PxG has finally found a worthy opponent, who is giving them quite a few problems despite having some complete geniuses in their team: Rin Itoshi, Charles, Karasu Tabito... and, as much as I hated to admit it, Shidou himself was one of the strongest

"Are you sure the current formation is okay? Having Itoshi Rin so far forward could be a disadvantage for the defense" you say without taking your eyes off the game. Loki shakes his head, sitting next to you "The further back that boy is, the better. He must become a monster" he says confidently, and you can only accept his words and stay silent. The typical passages between Charles and Shidou begin, and from afar you can't help but admire them: even though they met for the first time months ago, they had a really efficient chemical reaction, something that not even other players have managed to have with the other external players

From a distance, they really do seem to have a relationship that goes beyond trust. Maybe not quite father and son, but more like older brother and younger brother. But by now, the idea of Shidou being Charles' father figure is so ingrained in your mind that the boy himself admits it from time to time. On the one hand, however, you are happy that the person who chose the blond is Ryusei. He is wild, loud, and outspoken. Charles is the same, and he needed someone who could understand him besides you, who however played more of a role in calming him down when he was at his best. If you and Shidou weren't in such a strange relationship, maybe you could have all spent more time together with Charles

The ball goes up in the air, Raichi Jingo of Bastard Munchen jumps to catch it. Shidou does the same, ending up bumping forehead to forehead with the other player. They both fall to the ground, and you immediately understand what is about to happen. Damn, him and his temper

"Don't even try" you say, walking briskly into the field. Shidou with an annoyed face has just gotten up from the ground, and from the way he moves you understand that he wants to grab Raichi by the collar and probably punch him. He notices you when you get closer, moving his hands away from where they were about to go, at the boy's neck "Huh?" he asks perplexed, as if he doesn't know

You don't even know why you're doing it, but when you heard the referee's whistle you relived a scene you've already seen. The last time something like this happened Shidou ended up playing against Blue Lock, and your relationship was ruined. It's like watching a movie on loop, but this time you want to change it

"If you punch him you'll get a red card, and you'll be lock off. Think about it, because I don't think you want to be" you say with a serious face, but with a hint of masked pity "You know too that you are at risk here, please don't make the same mistake from months ago" you say, and he seems seriously in difficulty in front of your words

"Why do you do this?" he asks, and you can't help but feel a little awkward. You don't want to tell him you're doing it because it would hurt to see him go away from you again, because you would still have to pretend to hate him even though you know you don't, and that it's just a way of putting it into practice because of his behavior since he came back, which has made you feel bad

"Because the team needs you. You have to stay here" you say, masking your words. Shidou sighs, looks at you, Raichi, then back at you; he walks away, returning to his starting position. You breathe a sigh of relief, and as you walk back to the bench you hear the whistle that signals the continuation of the match

You walk for a nanosecond next to Charles, who doesn't even look at you; but his words reach straight to your ears

"Evidently only ma mère can handle that demon"

——— FIFTH

The boy's calm breathing makes you smile almost spontaneously: seeing Charles so calm is strange, but satisfying. The little thread of drool that stains the pillow makes the scene even more tender than it already is, and your heart hurts a little to think that these are the last hours you spend with him. Because yes, tomorrow Charles will leave

The match ended with the teams drawing, which made both teams the two strongest in the NEL, which officially, has ended. From tomorrow the Blue Lock boys will have 6 weeks off and the foreign players will return home, to their countries so far away. Charles will return to France, to his home, with his real mother and his real father

From tomorrow, you will no longer have the usual annoying blond who calls you for everything, who always seeks your attention, who loves to be chased by you, who only listens to you, or almost. From tomorrow, the corridors of the french section will no longer have the laughter of the members and the smell of their bodies. From tomorrow, one of the most important chapters of your life will close

"Look, you can go to your room if you're sleepy. I don't think you can talk to Charles anymore even if you wanted to" says Shidou, sitting on the bed next to the blond boy "Don't worry" you say

Sitting on the boy's bed, you gently caress his head. After the game he specifically asked to spend the evening with both you and Shidou, and unable to refuse, you ended up in his dorm to spend the last hours with him. You had dinner together with some street food that you had brought from outside, making the boy happy

There is an awkward silence between you, while Charles snores lightly. Today's scene is still between you, which seems like yet another thing you have to conclude between you but which remains suspended in the air, like everything

Between you, everything started but never ended. You had started a relationship that never reached a decisive point because of his move to the U-20 team. You had started to have too much confidence between you, compared to everyone else. You had started, or rather, you had started, to believe that maybe with Ryusei it wasn't just friendship. But none of this was concluded, without a definitive answer

“Fuck” you say, your thoughts feeling a little too heavy for a moment like this, which should be focused solely on the fact that Charles won’t be here soon. You almost casually run your hand over your cheeks, finding them wet. Why? What?

"What the fuck is going on?" Shidou asks from the other bed, looking at your tears that haven't gone unnoticed. You look up, then look down almost immediately. You remain silent, even though you can still feel the tears silently falling

“I asked you what the fuck is going on” the boy asks again, getting up from the bed to sit on the floor next to Charles’ bed, his face inches from your knees. You don’t dare say anything, continuing to text the boy’s head as if you weren’t crying. It's just that everything that revolves around your relationship now seems to weigh more than it has in the past few months

“You say that like you care" you say proudly, sniffling as you glance over Charles’ sleeping face. “What’s wrong with you?” he huffs, resting his cheek against your knee “Don’t you think I should say it? Oh no, you rightly don’t give a shit. I don’t think you’ve ever actually cared, so I don’t see why you should start now all of a sudden” you roll your eyes, and for the first time you find yourself seriously explaining to him what’s been on your mind since this whole situation began

"I seriously don't know what's wrong with you, since I left you've become a different person" Shidou says sighing, and just hearing him speak makes you want to bang his head against the wall until he bleeds: how stupid must he be to not have understood that you're like this because of him?. Where is the Shidou who was always explosive with you but with a touch more affection than the others? What happened to the one you thought you seriously had a crush on?

Where did go the Shidou Ryusei you knew?

"Shit, I really don't know why I'm reacting like this. It's something I'm used to now and maybe thinking that tomorrow Charles will leave I've become more sensitive..." you say laughing sarcastically, even though you still have tears on your cheeks. The blond doesn't answer, continuing to remain a few inches from your leg while the only noise is the light snoring of the boy. "Can I ask you something?" the boy suddenly says, and you look at him a little perplexed. You nod. After all, they will be the same things you have already heard, the same ones he repeats to you so as not to make the strange situation between the two of you seem so obvious

"Can you talk to me honestly for a minute? Really, I need to know what's going on in your mind. I have my own thoughts, but I don't know yours" he says in one breath "because, let's be clear, we both know we don't talk to each other like we used to" he says, resting his mind on your knee, closing the distance that had been separating you for a few minutes now. You swallow a lump of saliva that is more bitter than usual, sighing and not knowing if you really want to talk

But you have to try. It's a 50-50 job, after all

"It's just... damn, I don't even know how to explain it to you in normal terms, because I don't even know how to explain it to myself. I just know that at some point you took another path and I continued on mine, but evidently you lack that path, because you've changed... changed too much, you're not the one I knew, or at least to me. You're still Shidou Ryusei to everyone in the Blue Lock, but to me? Why do we seem like two strangers, if you never treated me like a stranger before the match with the U-20?"

And finally, a part of your heart seems to have the ability to talk to the person directly concerned about everything that has been going through your mind for months. You speak, and each word seems to come out lighter than the last. Shidou looks at you, not daring to interrupt. He looks straight into your eyes, his pinks clashing with yours; it’s a gesture you’ve done a million times before, but why does it seem more human now? Maybe because you’re talking about something important again after months of silence?

"I think it was a situation mainly generated by the rivalry, well it's obvious, you remain a Blue Lock staffer and at the time I was a striker of an enemy team" says Shidou, his calm tone betrayed by a hint of uncertainty "It was natural to do what I did when I came back. On the field it's different, they can't judge me for my personality, but with you I don't kick a ball, and that's the problem" he admits, his gaze now focused on Charles "A problem?" you ask, widening your eyes, a little perplexed by his words "It's a problem. I don't care if that fanatic Rin Itoshi calls me 'bastard' during a game, or if Karasu doesn't pass me the ball in an assist, we're on the field. There's not always a field under my feet, especially when I'm talking to you who are like a bomb that's about to explode, because of me" he continue the conversation, and you start to connect some pieces of the puzzle that is slowly being put before your eyes

Maybe the situation is really deeper than you expected from someone like him. Maybe there really is something that was done by him just for a sensible reason, but just maybe

"What are you trying to tell me?" you say directly, and you see him laugh, almost sarcastically "Oh no, I won't say that out loud. Forget it" he says. "Ryusei, please" you say, practically begging him, and his resolve seems to waver "Shit, what am I supposed to tell you, what do I care what you think of me? That I seriously had a problem with how you were going to judge me after I came back from the match? Do you understand now?"

You would like to ask him to repeat the words, saying that you didn't understand them well, but you would be lying. His words, clear and strong, have arrived so directly in your ears that you suspect he is lying, because he is absolutely not the type to say things like that. Shidou Ryusei basically admitted that he cared about your judgment? He, who has nothing in the world to care about but himself?. "Oh" you just say, not finding the right words to say what you think, because it's too much even for you who are used to having discussions like that. Shidou looks at you, and noticing your embarrassment he lets out a light laugh "Oh? Oh, okay. Continue to pretend that I haven't practically exposed the most intimate part of myself to you" he says tilting his head, resting his cheek on your thigh

"No! It's just- shit, it's more complex than I could have imagined" you say, running a hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself. You hear a light chuckle coming from the boy's direction "I'll pretend to understand. I just need to know that you hate me a little less now, or at least I hope so" he says confidently, and this time it's you who interrupts him "It's not that I hate you, I don't think I ever have actually. It's just that being pushed into a corner hurt more than it should have" you admit, feeling a little embarrassed to tell him so freely. This time he is the one who is left speechless, even though he tries to maintain the usual facade of calm. You look at each other, maybe for minutes; it seems as if, slowly, everything is having a logical thread that was missing for both of you to understand the situation completely

"Honestly, I don't want to give Charles divorced parents" Shidou says, and you laugh lightly at his joke, mentally thanking him for at least trying to make the situation lighter. "I don't think he ever had them. All parents fight" you say, returning your gaze to Charles, in the dream world; out of the corner of your eye you notice how Shidou is looking at him too, and by doing so you really do seem like a family. "Yeah. All parents fight" he repeats, and the silence that is created between you this time is decidedly less tense

"They fight because they love each other" Shidou adds, and you're a little taken aback by his statement, even though it sounds so damn innocent. But like this, in the situation you're in, he doesn't exactly play an innocent role. You sigh, moving your hand through his hair, caressing it a little uncertainly "Yeah. Because they love each other. In a way only of friendship, at least in our case" add a little hasty, while still feeling your heart beating in a way that is decidedly not just about friendship. What is this boy doing to you?

"No. Because they love each other, stop"

——— SIXTH

The already soaked handkerchief remains tightly held in your hands, yet you do everything you can not to cry in front of the boy, who for his part is completely calm if not just a little sorry "Don't do that, come on! Don't do that, ma mère" says Charles pulling your already wet cheeks "Stop it. Let me be the childish one between us for once" you say pulling him to you, trapping him in a hug while he continues to laugh. The bus is slowly filling up with all the french members, who will be returning to France in a few hours. You hug Charles, so tightly that it probably takes his breath away. You've grown so fond of him, and thinking that he won't be here this afternoon makes your heart ache. He's really become like your baby, in one way or another

"You don't have to go away and pretend you never met me, okay? You have my number and call me whenever you want, even if it's just to explain what you did in training or to tell me stupid things" you say putting your hands on his shoulders, faces facing each other. You see him nod, smiling "I get it. But you will pay the phone fee for calls overseas" he says, and you roll your eyes pretending to be annoyed, then hug him again. He has to leave, you know that I'm actually already late, but you're waiting. You wait, because you know that Shidou also wants to say goodbye to him. But where the fuck is he?

You look around, and only after a few seconds you feel someone touch your shoulder. You jump, but you see the blond at your side, one arm around your shoulders and one on the kid's shoulders, holding you close "Were you thinking of leaving without saying goodbye to your family?" he says sarcastically, and they both burst out laughing while you look at them smiling, wiping away a tear

"But really, Charles. No matter what, you have me, Shidou, you have us. You're still our little pain in the ass, but we love you" you tell the boy, and you see him smile genuinely for the first time. He nods, scratching his chubby cheek "I know, ma mère. I have a home in France as well as here in Japan, with you two. Don't tell me things I already know" he says, making you laugh. You all look at each other, and the weight of detachment seems to be a little lighter knowing that he knows he always has the two of you. You look at Charles, who suddenly turns towards Shidou "You promised me something. Do it" he says, and you look at them confused "Huh?" you say, but Shidou ignores you and looks at Charles "You'll be the first to know, don't worry about that, kiddo"

Julian Loki calls Charles. You hug for the last time, this time all together, and you say goodbye to him as he gets on the bus, trying to hold back the tears that start to fall spontaneously when the bus finally leaves. He's gone. Charles is gone

With your face even more full of tears you use the handkerchief, but it no longer has any effect. You notice later that Shidou's arm is still around your shoulders, as you walk back into the Blue Lock facility. But it's a nice feeling, with this sadness. You walk until you reach the corridor that separates the street of your room from that of the boys' dormitories, who will also leave the facility this afternoon to finally have some free time. You only now realize that you won't see Shidou for a while, just now that you have clarified

You stop, but you don't let go

“So...” he begins, keeping the hype high “Do you have anything to do on your weeks off?”

"No. I'm free practically every day"

"I think you have every day busy from now, until you get back here. Busy with me"

——— SEVENTH

— Charles, your mother is officially back with me. I'll tell you more when you get back here, but just know that I kept my promise to tell her how I feel about her. We miss you, kiddo — 18:09

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— I have to say that she kisses well too — 18:09

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[cleo-fox]

Close Quarters

Part 1 of 2

Summary: “You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

Your job, as it turns out, is to go undercover at a luxury resort.

The only problem? Your fake husband is Loki Laufeyson—the infuriatingly handsome Norse god turned Avenger who delights in making you flustered. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (Minors DNI), dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, elevator sex, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, a hint of dom/sub, Dom Loki.

A/N: there will be a part 2. Also have a handful of related one shot ideas, so if people like this, I may post those. This is also posted on AO3.

Your self-sufficiency has always been a point of pride for you, both personally and professionally. The highlight of your career was overhearing Nick Fury say that he didn’t need to send in a team of people for a mission so long as he had you on the payroll. You are calm, competent, and ruthlessly efficient; you are used to relying only on yourself.

So it comes as something of a surprise when Fury informs you that Loki Laufeyson will not only be accompanying you on this undercover mission, but will also be taking the lead.

It takes a lot to render you speechless these days, but this does it. You gape at Fury for a moment before you’re able to speak.

“You never send me in with anyone,” you say.

“This mission requires a unique skillset.”

You scoff. “He can’t do anything that I can’t.”

Fury raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest. “Really? How’s your conversational Sokovian?”

There’s, of course, no argument to be made with this. Your lips press into a thin, hard line. “I still don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

*

Your job, as it turns out, is to play the part of Nina Pine.

Nina Pine is bubbly and vivacious, the sort of person you’d see in the society pages. She wears designer clothes and owns jewelry that is so ostentatious and expensive that it looks like it must be fake. She is not particularly bright or talented; she is the product of good luck and generational wealth.

Three weeks ago, Nina married Jonathan Pine, who she met six months ago at the home of a mutual friend. Jonathan does something in finance that sounds like it’s just a tarted up version of gambling, but with more complicated rules and less oversight. It is Jonathan’s higher tolerance for risk (and healthy trust fund assets) that has him considering an investment in KorolCo, a company owned by Ivan Litvinchuk. Litvinchuk uses KorolCo as a front to launder money from illegal arms deals.

Loki would be going undercover as Jonathan. Your new husband.

You are not particularly happy about this little detail (a detail that Fury mysteriously failed to mention when you met with him), in no small part because Loki has already started leveraging it to annoy the shit out of you.

“How are you already this annoying when we’re still in prep?” you say after a particularly exasperating meeting.

“I’m simply overcome by my love for you,” says Loki with a cloying faux sincerity that makes you yearn for the sweet release of death.

Fury, you note, is suspiciously unavailable during all of this. After ignoring three of your (admittedly lengthy) emails on the subject, he sends you a frustratingly short reply:

Do your job, Agent.

Maybe you’ll take up meditation.

If there’s a bright side to what appears to be a massive clusterfuck in the making, it’s that you’ll at least get a free vacation of sorts

The mission will be taking place at The Indigo, an absurdly expensive and exclusive hotel on a private beach not far from La Jolla Cove. The Indigo is the sort of place that you’d only read about—the kind of hyper exclusive resort that is only ever mentioned in damning Pro Publica reports about the questionable actions of high ranking public officials. Rooms start at fifty thousand a night and you are staying in one of the suites, which likely costs more. Your room information was included in your briefing materials and it all sounds too good to be true: a soaking tub and waterfall shower. Private terrace with an infinity pool. Private bar. In-suite chef and spa services by appointment. Ocean view.

One Norse god who delights in irritating you (non-negotiable).

You suppose you’ll try and make the best of it.

*

The first problem is your sleeping arrangements: there’s only one bed. Granted, it’s a big bed, but still—it suggests a level of intimacy that you had not thought about and are not at all prepared for.

“Well, Agent, this isn’t how I envisioned taking you to my bed, but I suppose it’ll have to do,” says Loki on your first evening there.

You chuck a pillow at him, which he easily dodges.

“Keep it up and you can magic yourself a pillow and sleeping bag and sleep in the hall,” you say.

“Even if that were an appropriate accommodation for someone of my rank and title, I rather think it would do some damage to our cover.”

He has a point and you don’t like it. You decide to ignore him and start getting ready for bed.

The pajamas that had been packed for you are a little fancier than what you’re used to—satin and lace instead of cotton tees and shorts. Normally, you’d relish the opportunity to feel a little fancy—it’s an unexpected indulgence, a splurge on the company dime.

But with Loki now thrown into the equation, you are suddenly hyper aware of the fact that the fabric will likely cling to your curves, that the hem of the skirt is just a little too high. You choose the most demure one of the lot—a pale rose colored thing hemmed with lace—and head to the bathroom to change.

Even with the matching robe, you still feel a little awkward and oddly nervous. You avoid looking at Loki—if his gaze is lingering on your legs or your hips, you don’t want to know about it right before you hop into bed with him—and go about your normal routine. You manage to have a relatively normal conversation about your plan for tomorrow and you read a couple chapters of your book before you start to drift off.

It’s a king sized bed with plenty of room, but somehow you wake up perched near the edge of the bed with Loki pressed up against your back.

He’s got one arm wrapped around your waist so that you’re pinned against him and the deep, even breaths brushing against the back of your neck tell you he’s still asleep. You’re pretty sure this must have been unintentional on his part: Loki doesn’t seem like the sort to willingly allow himself to be seen seeking out human contact. It’s too vulnerable, too soft for the sharp and sarcastic veneer he presents to the world.

He shifts slightly in his sleep, his grip on you tightening. Something hard pokes against the curve of your ass.

You can’t help the responding ache between your legs. You should feel embarrassed—and you do, just a little—but there’s a competing feeling of warm curiosity that makes you press your thighs together. It’s been a while and you miss being held like this. The silk of your nightgown is cool and slippery against your skin, and you feel oddly restless and alert despite the early hour.

You should put a stop to this—that is the professional and sensible thing to do. So you carefully lift his arm from your waist and gently extricate yourself from his embrace. You pad to the bathroom, leaving the light off to spare your eyes.

In the bathroom, you run the tap as cold as it will go. You cup your hands and drink before splashing some water on your face in an effort to quell the restless heat building between your thighs.

It doesn’t really work. You’re not entirely surprised—if you were by yourself, you would simply take care of it, but that’s obviously not an option now. Out of curiosity, you slip your fingers between your thighs to assess the state of things and you immediately regret it: you’re soaked and just the feeling of your index finger glancing against your clit is enough to undo the admittedly minimal effect of the cold water.

You splash your face again and shut off the tap, taking a few deep breaths and smoothing your hands against your hair.

You exit the bathroom and slide back into bed. Loki reaches for you in his sleep and you are only half surprised when you let him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him. The throbbing ache between your thighs intensifies and before you can think about it, your back is arching and your breath is hitching.

He pulls you closer and suddenly his breath is warm on your ear. “You know, if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, only a little husky with sleep.

“This is a bad idea,” you say, even as your back arches again and you press yourself against him.

Lips press against where your neck and shoulder meet. “But you want it.” His fingers toy with the hem of your nightgown. “Yes?” he asks, his voice husky against your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Agent.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Agent.”

Your eyes flutter open. Loki is standing at the foot of the bed, hair wet, and wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he says. “You need to shower and dress if we’re to make it to breakfast on time.”

It takes you a moment to process this information. Partly because he just woke you up from a sex dream about him and partly because wearing only a towel should be fucking illegal when you look like that. You try to keep your eyes trained on his and not let them drift to his flat stomach where you can see a faint smattering of chest hair that gathers in a line that trails directly to his cock. And definitely not to any of the muscles that are on tantalizing display and dotted by drops of water that are begging to be licked away. Nope. Not looking at any of that. Just at his devastatingly handsome face. 

Fuck.

“Agent?”

You shake your head. “Sorry. Bit groggy this morning. Finish up what you were doing and I’ll go jump in the shower.”

He gives you a bit of an odd look, but mercifully walks away without further comment. 

This gives you an opportunity to stare at his broad back as he walks away. Goddammit, even his ass looks good in that towel.

Fuck.

You have a feeling this is going to be a long week.

*

It’s only day one and it’s becoming clear to you that you are not really prepared for some of the practicalities of being Loki’s wife.

Specifically: being the primary focus of his flirtations and little gestures of affection. His hand on the small of your back, his fingers lacing with yours, the brush of his lips against the back of your hand or the shell of your ear—it’s all a little overwhelming in a way you don’t expect. It was one thing when he was razzing you in your prep meetings—he was quite clearly doing it to be irritating. But at The Indigo, he has to appear sincere for your cover and that particular detail makes it a different beast entirely. 

The fact that both his regular appearance and the blond-haired, blue-eyed glamor he’s adopted for the mission are both devastatingly handsome certainly doesn’t help. Nor does the additional baggage of your sex dream this morning.

Unfortunately for you, Loki quickly ascertains that he now has a great and novel way to fluster you. Equally unfortunate is the fact that he seems to find this as hilarious as he did back in prep meetings, which prompts him to be only more outlandish.

“Are you trying to sabotage this?” It’s later that afternoon and you’ve gone down to the pool with the plan of schmoozing with Litvinchuk and his associates. Loki has clearly decided that this needs to be more difficult than it is and has fully committed to the bit, as they say.

(You’ve also gotten very good at whispering threats under your breath and making it look like you’re flirting; the timing of this is not a coincidence).

“I don’t know why you’re so distraught about sunscreen,” says Loki, rubbing a generous amount between his palms.

“It’s not the sunscreen, it’s that you’re going to find some way to be inappropriate about it.”

“I’d never.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“You wound me.” He places his hands on your shoulders and begins rubbing in the sunscreen, going much slower than you think is strictly necessary. “Perhaps this trip is merely bringing out our natural chemistry.”

“You wish.”

“Is it the hair that does it for you, Mrs. Pine? Do you have a particular fondness for blonds?”

“Do you have a fondness for being murdered in broad daylight? Because that’s the fate you’re headed towards, buster.”

He tuts at you as his hands slide to the small of your back. “Temper, temper. You really need to work on that.”

“Have you considered working on not annoying the ever-loving shit out of me?”

His breath is suddenly warm against your ear. “Now where’s the fun in that? And before you answer, be advised that Tarasevich is looking right at us.”

Fuck. Tarasevich is the most suspicious and paranoid of the lot—years in the Sokovian mafia paired with recreational drug use will do that to a guy. You turn so that you’re facing Loki. He looks at you fondly, looking for all the world like a loved up newlywed just smitten with his new wife.

“One of these days, I’m going to drop kick you into the motherfucking sun,” you say in the sweetest voice that you can muster.

“Now, now, Mrs. Pine, let’s keep the foreplay in the bedroom.” He rests his forehead against yours, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “There’s such a thing as public indecency laws, you know.”

You sigh heavily. “Why are you like this?”

“Oh, because it’s so much fun.”

“Is he still looking?”

“Yes and I’m going to kiss you to put him off, so do try to contain yourself.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll manage.”

You catch a flicker of a smile before he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You intend for this to be brief, but his mouth is so warm and inviting and before you know it, he’s gently coaxing your lips open and leading your tongue in a slow and seductive caress that has your mind drifting straight to the gutter.

His hand slides to your thigh and you can’t bring yourself to be mad about it.

“Ah, Pine. Mixing business and pleasure, I see.”

You pull back from Loki to find Ivan Litvinchuk standing in front of you, wearing the smug, congratulatory smirk that you often see men like him trading with one another when they think they’re getting somewhere with a woman.

“Normally I try not to, but I’ve found it rather impossible these last three weeks, haven’t I, darling?” Loki takes the opportunity to loop his arms around your waist and pull you into his lap, nuzzling your neck.

You give a good natured laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone would fault me when I have such a tempting little wife.”

This, paired with the squeeze of his hand on your thigh, sends an unexpected rush of heat to your cunt. Fortunately, the effects of this are quickly tempered when you notice that Litvinchuk is eyeing you rather appreciatively. The wardrobe team has really outdone themselves with your clothes, but the swimsuits they’ve sent are definitely more revealing than you are used to—today’s choice is a bikini with a split sweetheart neckline that dips a lot lower than you’d like and a fucking underwire in the top. Underwire! The bottom is no better—it’s both low rise and high cut, the perfect way to ensure that half of your ass is exposed at any given time. Even in the matching translucent cover up—which of course you’ve left on the chair that Litvinchuk is standing in front of—you feel a little more bare than you’d like, a fact that Litvinchuk seems to be appreciating, if the path of his gaze is any indication.

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Pine,” he says, his eyes flicking briefly to your cleavage.

You expertly tamp down your disgust and smile at Litvinchuk before turning around to bat your eyes at Loki.

“You are, aren’t you?” you say, twining your arms around his neck and planting a brief, chaste kiss on his lips.

He gives you a dazzling smile that’s so sincere it makes your stomach flip. “Very much so.”

Another squeeze of your thigh, more heat to your cunt. Fuck.

“Well, Pine, when you are ready to discuss more business—” Here he switches to Sokovian.

This is the part you dislike the most about this particular mission: whenever anything of substance comes up, Litvinchuk and his cronies immediately switch to Sokovian, leaving you in the dark.

To add insult to injury, Litvinchuk still seems infatuated by your cleavage.

Litvinchuk says goodbye a few minutes later and you manage to bite your tongue until he’s out of earshot.

“I really don’t love the fact that he spent half of that conversation sneaking looks at my boobs,” you say quietly.

“Well, to be fair, they do look spectacular,” says Loki. “I’ll have to send a thank you note to the wardrobe team for that.”

Heat stirs hopefully and unhelpfully in your hips at that comment.

“This is what I meant by being inappropriate, you know. Did he have anything interesting to say?”

“He’s invited me to a game of cards this afternoon.”

“Do you need me for that? I could go try and talk to the wives, see what I can find out.”

“Originally, I’d thought no, but since dear Ivan seems so enamored of your assets, it might not be a bad idea to have you come along.”

You sigh. “How am I now at the point in my life where letting an illegal arms dealer stare at my tits is a fucking mission objective?”

Loki laughs quietly. “We’ll keep that out of the final report.”

*

The card game ends up being a lot worse than you thought it would be. And not because of Litvinchuk’s wandering eyes.

They’ve set up the game on the pool deck tables and chairs. As best as you can tell, it’s a Sokovian twist on a combination of rummy and poker. You’re not the only woman at the table: a few of the other men have their girlfriends or mistresses draped over them like strange human scarves, though their roles seem to be largely decorative.

Loki makes a big show of pulling you into his lap, saying how he just can’t bear to be apart from his new wife for terribly long.

“Ah, young love,” says Mikhnevich. “I remember when my Irina and I were like this.”

“Now she begs for him to leave the house!” says Litvinchuk. There’s a hearty round of laughter—it’s not a particularly funny joke, but you suppose that’s one of the benefits of moving up in the world of crime: people will laugh at your jokes because they’re afraid you’ll kidnap their families or something. It’s all very dysfunctional.

Loki makes an effort to teach you the game, but Nina is not the sort who pays very close attention to that kind of thing, so you find yourself giggling and letting him steal kisses or whisper in your ear as he explains some strategy or another.

There are several problems with this arrangement. The first is that you are positioned on his lap in such a way that you can feel his cock nudging your ass or your thigh, depending on how he’s sitting. And it’s close enough proximity for you to ascertain that he is long, thick, and semi-erect.

The second problem is his thigh; specifically, how it presses against your cunt, how every time Loki leans forward to draw a card, he inadvertently rocks you against the firm muscle. Each time, it feels better than the last; each time, you clench and ache and talk yourself out of riding his thigh until you have a screaming orgasm right on the pool deck. Each time, the idea becomes more and more tempting.

The third problem is his hands. Specifically, where and how they are wandering. He plays it off like it’s unintentional, like he’s just absently fidgeting with the part of your suit that lays against your hip or idly drawing lazy circles on your thigh. You can’t help but think that it must be calculated. He’s spent the last twenty-four hours intentionally trying to drive you crazy–there’s no way that he would pass up an opportunity to play his little games without you scolding him or rolling your eyes.

The fourth problem is that the first three problems are turning you on a lot.

Your clit seems to swell with every pass of his fingertips on your bare skin, no matter how casual. It drags against the slick material of your swimsuit every time you shift on Loki’s muscular thigh. You can feel yourself growing slicker and slicker with every moment. Eventually, it becomes too much and you try to shift in his lap, crossing your legs to give yourself a little relief.

This does exactly nothing useful. Instead, your movement causes his cock to twitch against you, which only escalates your growing arousal. He hooks the elastic of your suit at your hip onto his thumb and pulls, letting it snap back against your skin. His expression is playful when you look up at him, but there’s a fire in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

You are throbbing, your cunt practically weeping with slickness. And you’re pretty sure he knows.

And you’re pretty sure you don’t mind.

You lick your lips.

He hooks his thumb back into your suit at the hip, and this time he leaves it there, his fingers splayed along the curve of your hip. It’s casually possessive and ridiculously hot and the polar opposite of helpful.

He definitely knows.

Your heart is pounding. Can you go into cardiac arrest from being too turned on? You wish you could use Google. At a minimum, some sort of visual equivalent of a cold shower would be helpful. Pictures of Henry Kissinger or something. Budget reports. Taxes. Anything to get your mind off your aching cunt and the mess that you’re making in your swimsuit.

“I think you could do with a bit of a lie down, Mrs. Pine.” Loki's voice is low in your ear. “You seem…warm.”

You would have thought that Loki knowing about your current state of arousal would be cause for humiliation, if not irritation. Instead, it only seems to add fuel to the fire, especially with the way he’s talking to you. You’re not sure how he’s doing this, but it feels like his fucking voice is vibrating in the cradle of your hips, sending a fresh wave of slick arousal to your dripping cunt.

“Yeah,” you say. “Very warm.”

It’s perhaps a testament to your current state of mind that you can only manage this sentence and not some smart remark.

“Would you like my help with that, darling?” he asks. The phrasing is innocent, but the question is loaded. And sincere. You take in a shaky breath. You know all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but you also can’t bring yourself to say no. He may be wildly irritating, but you suspect he’s likely a good fuck…and you really need to be fucked.

You nod. “Yeah…I’d like that.”

“We’ll go up to the room after this game ends,” he says. “And then I’ll take very good care of you.”

It takes everything in you not to whine. Fuck. You didn’t think it was possible to be this wet, this turned on. 

Loki shifts slightly, pulling you close against him, his cock now fully erect and pressing hard and thick against your ass. 

“Do you feel me?” he asks, his lips grazing your ear. “Do you feel what you’ve done?”

You nod and wiggle your hips slightly, partly to situate yourself and partly because you want a little bit of payback. His grip on your hip tightens.

“I’d advise you not to play games, little wife,” he rasps in your ear.

More heat builds in your hips. You can’t remember the last time you were this turned on. Maybe never. You throw a look at Loki over your shoulder. “It’s not a game,” you say. “I’m just very warm.”

His eyes are dark. “Burning up, I suspect.”

“You have no idea.” You lean back against him, turning so you can nuzzle your face against his neck. God, he smelled good. “Please,” You say it so quietly that only he can hear, “I’m aching.”

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and you feel his cock throb. He clears his throat. “Gentlemen, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take my leave a little early—Mrs. Pine is feeling quite unwell.”

Fuck yes.

If Litvinchuk and his men suspect there’s anything untoward about your departure, they don’t say so—and you imagine you must look a little unsteady anyway. Loki slides an arm around your waist as you leave.

“Now Mrs. Pine,” he says once you’re out of earshot, “tell me exactly what ails you.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “Are you seriously going to do this?”

“I only want to ensure that we are on the same page,” he says with a smirk.

“Like hell you do. I already told you, you just want to hear—” You cut yourself off, realizing that you’re playing right into his hands.

He smiles like a cat with a bowl full of cream. “What do I want to hear, darling?”

You press your lips together. This is infuriating.

“I’m waiting…”

You blow out a shaky breath. Fuck it. “You just want to hear me say that I’m fucking soaked because you’ve been rubbing me against your thighs and touching me for the last two hours and if I don’t come soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

He smirks as you approach the hotel lobby. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear you say all that.”

“You absolutely were.”

The air conditioned air in the hotel lobby feels extra icy against your sunwarmed skin and your sandals seem to clack particularly loudly against the marble floors.

“You have a smart mouth, do you know that?”

“You like it,” you say as you approach the bank of elevators. “That’s the reason why you pull half of this shit with me.”

“Perhaps.” He gives you a smile that feels a little dangerous and sends even more heat to your aching cunt. “But do you know what my favorite part of your smart mouth is, Mrs. Pine?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

The elevator door opens. It’s empty and your cunt clenches at the possibilities this presents.

“My favorite part about your smart mouth,” says Loki in a low voice as you step into the elevator, “is that it will sound that much sweeter when I make you beg for me.”

The elevator door slides closed and you barely have a chance to react before he’s backing you up against the wall and pressing his thigh between your legs.

“You’re a disobedient, wicked tease, Mrs. Pine,” he growls, sending a thrill through you. “I think you could benefit from a firm hand.”

“You like it,” you breathe, rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to capture some of the same friction that was driving you wild earlier.

“Rutting yourself against my thigh in public like a common slut,” he purrs. “You must be desperate.” He slides a hand between your legs, slipping his fingers under your bathing suit. His expression changes the moment his fingers dip past the fabric—almost like he expected you to be wet, but not this wet.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs as you keen. “You’ve made a mess of yourself, haven’t you?”

“I need to come so bad,” you gasp.

“I know you do.” He reaches over and slams the emergency stop button and the elevator shudders to a halt. “And you’re going to. Right now.”

“I can wait until we get to the ro—”

He spins you around and pulls you to him so your back is pressed against his chest.

“No, you can’t.” He curls his big frame over yours, sliding his hand back into your bathing suit and stroking the full length of your sex and making you cry out again. “You need it too badly.” He starts rubbing your clit with his middle and index fingers. “And I don’t think it’s going to take all that long, darling,” he growls, sucking your earlobe into his mouth, “because you’re already so fucking wet.”

There’s a small, distant part of you that resents the fact that he’s right about anything, let alone anything pertaining to your orgasms.

The larger part of you is focused on the fact that he’s right: you’re going to come and you’re going to come hard.

Your legs are shaking and you brace your arms against the elevator wall to hold yourself up. You moan loudly and arch your back as the feeling starts building in your hips.

“You need this so badly, don’t you?” He nips hard at your earlobe. “You’re desperate for it. I felt you tense up every time your sopping cunt rubbed against my thigh, every time I touched you just right.”

You whimper, pressure rising in your hips as you rock with his hands.

“You’re so close,” Loki purrs in your ear. His hips are thrusting mindlessly against your ass, like he can’t wait to be inside you.

“Fuck, I need to come,” you whimper.

“Oh, I’m going to make you come, darling, but I think what you really need is to be fucked.”

You moan as your orgasm starts to crest.

“You need to be fucked properly and hard,” he murmurs. “You need me to take care of your sopping wet, needy little cunt. You need to be filled to the brim with my cock and my come like the good girl that you are. You need to come over and over on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

This is what pushes you over the edge. The muscles of your cunt clench and then pleasure is blooming in your belly as the tension of the last two hours comes to a peak and you come hard. You cry out, your hips rocking against Loki’s hand, chasing the shimmery aftershocks.

“There she is, that’s my good girl,” he purrs. He holds you as you shudder and shake, his fingers still moving, still coaxing out those final waves of pleasure. But just when you think he’s about to pull his hand away, he starts massaging your clit again, one long finger slipping inside you.

“You don’t think you’re going to be satisfied with just one, do you?” he growls in your ear. “Not a needy girl like you, not when you’ve been dripping for hours. You need more, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck—” You can feel that pressure growing again and you know it’s going to be different this time.

“You’re going to come for me again, pretty girl,” he purrs. “And this time, I want to hear you scream.”

Everything is coiling up so tight and tense and suddenly two of his fingers are inside of you and they’re curling just right and the edges of your vision go white as everything inside you fizzes and releases and a sharp cry falls from your lips as you come.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbles low over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

His hand finally stills once the final aftershocks roll through you. Your legs are shaking, but his grip on you is still firm. Boneless, you turn to him and he presses his slick fingers past your lips. You suck and lick his fingers clean and then he’s kissing you, sucking your own essence from your lips and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathe as the elevator shudders to life. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Loki laughs quietly and scoops you up into his arms as the elevator arrives at your floor.

“Oh, we’re nowhere near done, darling.”

Continued in Part 2

[rekino2114]

How jealous are the blue lock girls? I mean, imagine if someone tried to hit on you on the middle of the match. How would they handle it? Would they? Will somebody unleash their inner Pepe?

How the blue lock girls handle jealousy

Fem!yoichi isagi

Ok, so isagi has two modes, the sweet, friendly, and a bit shy girl that you love and the absolute menace that she becomes when she's on the field (that you also love)

it turns out there's another way to activate her "on the field mode" someone flirting with you

The moment she sees another girl say anything flirty to her eyes glow and she immediately runs over to you

She proceeds to verbally abuse the girl in the most brutal way possible. She'll literally invent new slurs at the moment just for her. Meanwhile, you're just standing there wide-eyed because she's ripping the poor girl to shreds with her words alone. You don't know if you feel honored or terrified that she's going harder than she did on kaiser and loki just because she talked to you for like 5 seconds

Hiori and kurona try to hold her back to avoid a scandal (it's already too late), and when she finally calms down, she just turns to look at you smiling like she didn't just cuss out every individual family member of that girl at least 38 times

"And one final thing you ********* if you dare come close to y/n I will ******** and ****** your ****** until you *****, die in a ditch idiot"

"..............."

"We should probably go back to our position right sweetie?"

".......y-yeah"

Fem!meguru bachira

Bachira might not fully understand the girl is flirting at first. She just thinks she's being friendly, mostly because bachira herself is a bit too friendly in general

So she just joins your conversation as if nothing's going on, randomly calling you babe once, not even realizing how annoyed the girl looks

She continued hugging you and agreeing with every compliment the girl says about you annoying her even more

She just acts like her normal self which for most people who aren't you looks like a weirdo and the fact that you agree with her and match her energy drives the girl away

"I have to say that play you did last match was amazing, so stylish"

"Right!? It was amazing. My monster was cheering in joy when it happened"

"Did it? I'm glad I make your monster happy"

"You always do babe, just like I make yours happy~"

You two start laughing together as the girl looks at you concerned

"I.....think I'll just go"

"Oh ok"

"Thanks for the save bachira, she was making me a bit uncomfortable"

".......she was?"

".....you didn't know? I thought you came here because you saw her flirting"

"Oh no, I just wanted to talk....wait she was flirting!? I gotta teach her a lesson now!"

Fem!rin itoshi

Rin swears that she doesn't get jealous and that she's not bothered at all by people hitting on you, but her saying that is the same as saying that she's not still salty at sae for accidentally blowing out her candles on her ninth birthday... a lie. The truth is that she's jealous, very jealous

Whenever she reads some stupid rumor that you two broke up just because she's not been affectionate to you in public, something she rarely is, she just mutters "stupid paparazzi" and posts a picture of you two on her socials which is something she usually never does

And if she sees a girl trying to hit on you, she just stays there and glares daggers at her. You can almost see the hole she's carving in her head with her stares. Meanwhile, shidou and Charles tease her to no end about it, and she always denies being jealous and yells at them blushing

One time this girl continued touching you inappropriately even after you repeatedly told her no and so rin just straight up went destroyer mode on her

"Sorry it took me some time rin, that girl really didn't want to back off"

".........that lukewarm brain dead worm"

"........are you OK?"

"......does she think she can just do what she wants with you like you're nothing?....."

"R-rin?"

You get scared as you see her tongue sticking out and her eyes turn black

"I'll kill her, I'll kill her,I'll kill her,I'll kill her!!!!"

"NO WAIT RIN!"

Fem!sae itoshi

Like her sister, sae says she doesn't get particularly jealous, but unlike for her sister, that's the truth....for the most part

She knows that everyone knows you're together, even if she might not be the most physically affectionate person especially in public, all the interviews you do together and the times she mentions you in the ones she does alone, plus all the photos of you two together should make it obvious to everyone

So what pisses her off more is that she knows for a fact that the girl knows you're taken, by one of the best players in the world nonetheless, and yet still decides to flirt with you as if she had a chance

When she's had enough, Sae just goes right up to you and tells you to come over to her. When the girl starts to argue, she just glares at her and starts belittling and insulting her, mostly about how trash she is at football with her usual monotonous and deadpan tone

"Y/n, can you come here? I want to talk before the match"

"Oh sur-"

"Wait a minute, y/n was talking to me!"

"....really? To me, it looked like you were going on about whatever without even considering their input, and they were too nice to say anything"

"H-hey wait-"

"But I guess I should have expected nothing more from such a mediocre person, especially in football, a baby could have blocked that shot you did, how did you think you had a chance?"

"............."

"Come on, let's go"

"O-ok"

Fem!shidou ryusei

It's not that shidou gets jealous because she thinks you'll leave her or that some other girl has a chance to snatch you up. She's jealous because all of the girls must be either very stupid or just bitches to hit on you

With all of the pda you two do, especially during matches, everyone thinks you're gonna get married anytime now. You're so schmaltzy and affectionate, and shidou does everything that's at the limit of being allowed during a match, all to show you off, she knows you're hot and she wants everyone to know that she was the one to bag you

But that still doesn't stop some girls. Seriously, how dumb and / or evil they have to be to still hit on you, what does she have to do to make everyone understand you're off limits? Start grinding on you during matches? (She genuinely considered doing that)

So whenever one of those idiots tries to hit on you, she instantly gets pissed off, goes over, side hugs you, purposefully pulling you up against her chest and starts berating the girl with insults, if she for some reason insults her back than she'll go from words to hands very fast, often getting expelled if you don't stop her

"Huh? Baby who's this bimbo who thinks she's worthy of your time?"

"Bimbo? Look at yourself in the mirror before talking, fake tan and pink hair!"

"Fake!? The tan's all natural I'll have you know, also trying to steal someone's partner is a pretty stupid and shitty thing to do y'know?"

"I wouldn't call it stealing, just offering a better option"

"OK that's it, take this you idiotic moron!"

"B-babe please calm down, you'll take a red card if you continue"

"Tch! Fine, but just because it's for you, sweetie, but if she dares touch you again I won't hold back"

Fem!seishiro nagi

Nagi's strategy to deal with someone flirting with you is the same as the one she has for most problems in her life: do absolutely nothing about it and wait that it resolves itself

It's not that she doesn't care. It's that she's too lazy to act on her jealousy, sure she's a bit angry at the girl trying to hit on you but going all the way over there (standing up from her chair) and talking to the girl seems a bit too difficult for her right now, and she's even in the middle of a ranked match

She'll wait for you to finish talking and drive the girl away, but if she's being really insistent and even touching you, then she might finally do something which is finishing the game, reluctantly getting up and hugging onto you like a koala and pouting telling you to stay with her

Reo is very confused looking at this scene, and all of his attempts to get nagi to do something most often end in failure

"Isn't that girl......hitting on y/n?"

".....oh yeah I guess she is"

".....are you....gonna do something about it?"

"I dunno, do I have to? It seems like such a hassle, I'm sure y/n can handle it"

".....I don't know what I expected"

Fem!reo mikage

Rei gets jealous incredibly easily. A girl could be asking you for directions, and she'll stare at her like she just gave you her phone number

It's not that she doesn't trust you or anything. It's just better to prevent any possible attempts at flirting just in case. She very often just glares at any innocent girls who are just near you by coincidence until they get uncomfortable and leave

And those times where a girl is actually flirting with you, she'll immediately go over, hug you, and kiss your cheek and just start randomly bragging about how rich she is and how much she spoils you

She'll even invent stuff like the fact that you have to go to your private yatch, which you don't have (yet) or that you have only designer clothes in your closet which is actually pretty true with all the clothes she buys you but basically means nothing when you're just wearing the standard manshine jersey at the moment

"Oh y/n sorry to interrupt but it looks like we have to wrap up this match quite quickly, we might lose the reservation at (very expensive restaurant name) if we don't hurry"

She drags you away from the girl

"........wait we have a dinner date tonight?"

"Well we do now, I'll just ask them for a reservation last minute, it shouldn't be a problem"

"......if you say so"

Fem!Michael kaiser

Kaiser doesn't get jealous. She gets possessive. She thinks you two are perfect and only deserve to be with each other, so she thinks any other girl who tries to hit on you is just a lowly worm who didn't understand her place

The fact that she didn't bow her head before talking with you is already a bad start, but the fact that she even thought she had the slightest chance to get with you makes her chuckle a bit in amusement at how stupid she can be

She immediately enters the conversation, hugging you and proceeds to ask the girl what she was doing there. Her sheer presence and reputation are enough to make most girls scared and shily back away

but if for some reason she stays, then she'll start with the insults and belittling telling her she could never get with someone as perfect as you, especially because she's here and doesn't tolerate people who bother you

At this point, the girl is crying and runs away, and she turns back, smiling proud of what she did

"Schatz, am I interrupted your conversation?"

"Y-yes actually"

"Oh perfect, listen here you lowly piece of garbage, the fact that you think you have a chance on y/n is genuinely so funny to me, are you that much of an idiot, did you even look at them? How perfect they look and are, and how perfect I am?"

"I-i"

"Listen, y/n is mine, and I don't like people messing with what's mine, so I suggest you crawl back of whatever sewer you came out of"

"............"

"What's wrong schatz? Do you need water or something?"

"N-no it's just.......weren't you going a bit too hard on her"

"No, like I said, I don't like people messing with what's mine, especially you, you deserve only the best, which is me, I'm just keeping all the clowns who don't deserve to even look at your beautiful self away from you"

"........t-thanks?"

"It's nothing schatz, I love you after all"

Fem!Alexis ness

Like kaiser, Ness thinks you're perfect, but unlike kaiser, she thinks she doesn't deserve you. She tries her best to be the best girlfriend you could ever ask for but some part of her just thinks that some girl will try to steal her away from you and that's her biggest nightmare

So whenever she sees a girl flirting with you she'll immediately go up to you (completely ignoring the girl) and ask you if you need anything just trying to show off that she'd do anything for you and how good of a girlfriend for you

She'll also hold your hand the entire time and call you "liebling" any chance she gets just to drive the point home that you're in a happy relationship and the girl could never replace Ness

She then asks you to go somewhere so that she can be alone with her and gives her a creepy closed eyes smile (if you guys remember the scene with kunigami at the start of the barcha match that's it) and starts talking about you to her in hopes of driving her off

"Liebling, here's some water, remember to stay hydrated"

"Ah, thanks lexi"

"It's nothing. You were doing amazingly back there, by the way, but remember not to overdo it. The last thing I want is for you to get an injury"

"Yeah, don't worry"

"Uh i-"

"Oh but if you do get sore just tell me liebling, I could give you a massage to help"

"Definitely, your massages are always amazing"

"It's my pleasure, oh by the way noa told me he wanted to talk to you before the second half, maybe to switch strategies"

"OK I'll go now bye lexi"

"Bye liebling, love you"

"OK so now-"

"Y/n is one of the best players on this team and in the world in my opinion"

"Uh?"

"You should feel lucky and honored they even decided to talk to you and give you a bit of their time"

"......what?"

"I just suggest not bothering them with useless stuff like that anyway ok~? I'm there for them"

[holdmytesseract]

When a God Loves a Woman

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N (Pre-Relationship)

Summary: Loki and you get paired up on a mission, much to the god's dismay - but not because he doesn't like you, no... Quite the opposite. He's hopelessy in love with you. How is he supposed to get through this mission?

Warnings: Loki being a cute idiot in love, pining/bit of mutual pining, a few suggestive things, fluff, swear words, thirst? short mention of weapons? short mention of drugs, mentions of a w*nst - blink and you'll miss it

Word Count: 5,5k

a/n: This is a request from my wonderful friend @fictive-sl0th ! 🥰❤️ I hope you are going to like it - and everybody else, of course as well! 😁

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"No. Absolutely not," Loki stated; crossing his arms over his chest. Tony blinked in disbelief. "What does that mean 'No'? Are you kidding me, Laufeyson?" The god squinted his eyes at his 'team colleague'.

"You must be deaf - or stupid, metal man... Perhaps even both. No... I said no." Tony growled; was already annoyed. "Thin ice, Reindeer Games, thin ice." The billionaire took a few threatening steps closer. "Listen. I don't care what you want, princess. You are the one who needs to prove himself to Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D - and basically the whole world. So if you don't want to end up home and get send into a cell by daddy, you should cooperate now." Loki's jaw clenched; knowing that Tony was unfortunately right. "I'm calling the shots at this mission - which needs to be a success, and if I'm telling you to team up with Y/L/N, then you're going to fucking do it. Are we clear?"

The god was positively fuming with anger - and despair (which Tony didn't notice). "Yes," he hissed. If looks could kill...

It's not that Loki didn't want to team up with you. In fact, he wanted nothing more in his life - and exactly that was the problem. About a year had passed now since he'd been sentenced to prove himself worthy and make up for the chaos he had caused. He became an Avenger - no matter if he liked it or not. It was his only chance to escape the dungeons on Asgard.

It had been a bitter pill for the god to swallow; without a doubt.

Earning the team's trust wasn't easy. Everybody despised him; was suspicious - except you. From the first day he arrived at the Avengers compound, you tried your best to give him a warm welcome. You were nice, kind and sweet. At first, Loki didn't like this at all; thought it was just a fake show you put on. A little game you played or something. After all, why should you have mercy? Why would you accept him? It simply couldn't be.

So, Loki pushed you aside - several times; cold-shouldered you. But you stayed stubborn and continued to treat him friendly - like he deserved and didn't let yourself get shoved away by the god for long. It took a lot of time (and energy), but at some point Loki realised that your intentions were pure. You really meant it. He realised, that you gave him something what nobody else did... A second chance. And from then on, he let you in. Step by step, of course, and slow, but he did.

He talked more to you, spent more time with you, trained together with you - and at some point it came how it had to come... Loki fell in love. Hard. Something he wasn't willing to admit, of course. Norns, he'd rather die than admitting that he fell in love with a Midgardian woman. He also didn't want a single soul to get a whiff of this, so his mission was to keep it a secret - no matter what it took.

The problem was, that preserving this secret turned out to be more difficult than Loki thought. It wasn't easy for him to keep his cool around you; given the fact that he didn't feel this kind of love for ages. By Odin's beard, he felt like a lovestoned teenager! Therefore, he tried to avoid being too close to you - not always successfully, though...

"Good boy."

Tony's words brought Loki back down to earth; out of his head. He clenched his jaw. The anger flooding through his veins was back. Full force - but nevertheless, he tried to control his temper and keeping his mouth shut.

"Why don't you like to be in a team with Y/N anyway? I thought you two get along quite well - or did I misinterpret the situation? Do you have a problem with her?" Tony asked suspiciously. Loki blinked. "No, I-" Before he could say something he'd regret later, the warning bells in his head started to ring at a deafening volume; causing his brain to switch into defence mode immediately.

"I mean yes. Yes. I don't like her. She's annoying me."

The billionaire frowned; crossing his arms over his chest. "You're confusing me, Reindeer Games. No, then yes. Geez, you're worse than a diva. Do you have a problem now with Y/N, or not?" Loki was a hairsbreadth away from grabbing Tony by the lapels of his shirt and throwing him against the nearby wall of the conference room.

"Yes," the god hissed. "I can't stand her." To say those words hurt him deeply; his heart wincing in pain - but for Loki, there was no other way.

"Well..." For a moment, Tony's expression was understanding and almost soft - but then he shrugged his shoulders. "Your problem. The teams are set. I don't care. Make it work." With those words and another shrug, the billionaire turned on his heels, walked away, "See you tomorrow, princess." and left the room.

Loki's eyes followed him, before he squeezed them shut; shaking his head. A sigh left his lips. "How foolish..." He mumbled. "How foolish of me to think Stark would cooperate." Running a hand through his raven curls, he returned to his room. Tomorrow was going to be a hard day for him...

The next day arrived way too quickly - and Loki had slept way too less and spent the whole day thinking about that damn mission, causing him to be the first to stand by the Quinjet; waiting for his 'team mates'. It was an awkward situation. Usually, he was never the first - except today.

Tony arrived only ten minutes later; a shit eating grin spreading over his whole face as he saw Loki. "Well, well... Eager, are we, Reindeer Games?" Loki just rolled his eyes; certainly didn't have the nerves for the billionaire's stupid little games.

"Mind your own business, Stark."

Tony sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Oooh and we're already in diva mode?" The god clenched his jaw; was about to say something not exactly nice to the billionaire, when a booming voice cut through the air. "Ahhh, brother!" It was Thor, of course.

The god walked over to Loki and Tony with a broad smile on his face. "Finally, the time has come! We're on a mission again together!" He said happily, giving Loki a harsh slap on the shoulder. Loki coughed, "Yes, brother, I am thrilled." and glared at Thor - who didn't even notice his younger sibling's discomfort.

"Ah! Don't fret, brother!" Loki rolled his eyes subtly; already questioning his life choices. But when he crossed his arms over his armour clad chest and slightly shook his head, the god's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of somebody approaching the team. It was Natasha - and you. Loki's gaze immediately got stuck on you - against his will; eyes widening. "This is going to be..." Thor's words faded as Loki's mouth fell agape and suddenly the world seemed to turn in slow motion around him.

You walked casually beside the Widow; your Y/H/C untamed hair flying in the wind. Unlike Natasha, you wore a white and black body suit. Several pockets were attached to it. For comms, weapons and other gear. It was tactical and convenient, but also form-fitting and especially tight. It showed off your curves to perfection - and by the holy roots of Yggdrasil... You looked stunningly sexy. Not that Loki didn't see you before in your mission gear - but you had never worn something like that before.

"Norns, give me strength..." Loki whispered, before he was able to prevent it; attracting Thor's attention. "What did you just say, brother?" "Nothing!" Loki almost shouted in slight panic, before clearing his throat. Get a hold of yourself, Laufeyson!

"I mean... Nothing. I didn't say a word."

What the god didn't think of, was that his eyes were still locked on the beautiful woman only a few meters away from him - and Thor noticed; raised an suspicious eyebrow, as he followed Loki's gaze. "Um, brother, you're staring."

Fuck.

Loki's eyes widened even more; cheeks turning pink as he quickly pulled his gaze off you. "No, I'm not! You must be blind, brother! Or hallucinating!"

Thor wasn't stupid, though. He knew exactly what he saw - and Loki's reaction only proved his assumption to be right. The god said nothing, only smiled, before he went to greet his fellow team mates.

"Ah, greetings, Lady Romanoff and Lady Y/N!" Natasha gave him a smile and a nod. "Hey Thunderboy." You smiled and waved at him. "Hi Thor!" While the Black Widow went to join Tony already on the Quinjet, you walked up to the Asgardian princes - which caused Loki to get slightly nervous.

"Is that new a new armour I see on you, Lady Y/N?" You giggled; nodding. "It is. Nat told me to try something new and I needed anyway something more... functional, so... Do you like it?" You turned in a circle; showing off your new outfit - much to Loki's dismay. He felt his breath hitching in his throat; his chest seemingly growing tighter - just like the space within the front of his leather trousers.

By Odin's beard... How am I supposed to survive this mission?

"It suits you very well, Lady Y/N!" "Thanks, Thor." Then you turned to Loki. "How do you like it, Mischief?"

Like it? LIKE IT?! I love it. It makes me want to pin you against the wall of the Quinjet and ravish you right then and there.

"I agree with my brother."

"Thanks! Now, let's go, boys. I bet Tony's waiting already for us and we don't want to make our diva angry, do we?" You prompted; already entering the Quinjet - which caused the fabric of your suit to bend and stretch around certain body parts even more.

Shit...

You sat alone in a corner of the Quinjet; checking your weapons and mentally preparing yourself for the task ahead, since Tony had announced that you'd arrive soon. Then you heard steps approaching you. Familiar steps. You didn't even have to look up to check who it was. You knew.

"What's up, Nat?"

Your best friend sat down beside you. From the corner of your eye, you could see that she had already changed. A beautiful black, long-sleeved dress was hiding her catsuit underneath. She looked stunning - as always.

"He's into you."

You frowned immediately; were taken aback by the Widow's words. Nat was definitely not somebody who beat about the bush...

You looked up to face her; seeing her lips curled upwards in a smirk.

"W-What, I- Who?"

"Laufeyson." Natasha spoke out the god's name without even blinking; kind of shocking you.

"Whaaat?" You laughed; shaking your head. "No fucking way. I mean, yes, he probably likes my body - like the handsome naughty little shit he is, but that doesn't mean he likes me. Loki has a lot of women and men..." Natasha raised an accusing eyebrow. "Babes, no... Sorry to disappoint you, but Loki didn't have somebody in months."

You frowned. "How do you know that?" Your best friend shrugged her shoulders. "Bruce's apartment is across his and trust me, babe... I hear if he's giving somebody a really good time, 'cause fucking hell, he apparently does." You almost choked on your own spit by her words. "Nat! You cheeky minx!" Again you got just a shrug, accompanied by a grin.

"Okay, let's say you're right... That doesn't mean he's into me." The Russian beauty rolled her eyes. "Y/N... Sorry to say that, but... Are you blind? I don't mean what happened earlier. Sure, his eyes almost popped out of his head, seeing you like this - but that was just another proof." Now you were the one raising both your eyebrows.

"Another proof? What is that supposed to mean now?" Your best friend giggled; shaking her head. "You really didn't notice." "Notice what?" You asked almost desperately know. "The way he's looking at you? How his mood always seems to lift when you're in the room? He smiles - as soon as you're around him. The way he opens up to you? How kind he is to you?" You blinked; staring at your best friend.

"Uhhh, no? I, um, no..." "You should pay a bit more attention then," Nat said; winking. You were still a bit stunned and overwhelmed by those 'news'. That was never your intention. "I... I didn't mean to... I was just trying to be kind. I always knew there's more in Loki than just the bad guy everybody thinks he is. All I wanted was to give him what he deserves... A second chance and a way to proof everybody wrong."

The Widow smiled; placing a hand on your shoulder. "Well... It seems like you were successful in bringing out this other side of him. There is more. You were right about that. But it also seems like you tickled something else awake inside of him... Feelings." "Feelings?" "Feelings. That man is head over heels for you." You bit your lip. That wasn't what I wanted... "Are you sure?" Natasha stood up again, "To 100 per cent." and walked away with a smile; leaving you and your thoughts alone.

You sighed; leaning back against the wall. Your head hitting the metal with a soft thud. You couldn't help but to think about what Natasha said. He's into you. Perhaps it was true and your best friend right, but... What were you feeling? Was his love... requited?

You swallowed. Sure, he was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon, with his long, raven curls, chiselled face and trained body. You loved his wit, how utterly charming he could be, how eloquent he was, how well-read, smart and his other-worldly humour. You liked to spent time with him and talk to him. You'd even go as far and say you were some kind of friends, but love? Not yet.

But when you closed your eyes and thought of Loki, you could easily picture a future with him as a couple - and who knew... Perhaps it was going to happen.

Okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him.

"Alright. Everybody knows what to do. Let's get those documents, so we can finally make sure that this asshole gets behind bars," Tony spoke and everyone nodded.

The mission was... Well, you wouldn't exactly say easy, but with a good team perfectly manageable. The Avengers got the assignment to help the police to get one of the biggest drug dealers of America - and literally the whole world finally behind bars. Bernardi had always managed to slip the F.B.I through their fingers the past years. Now it had to end - and it was going to.

Today was a big gala in New Haven, Connecticut - the best chance to get Bernardi. But to finally convict him, important documents of the next big drug deal were needed - and they laid safely in a safe in his security monitored and secured suite in the big building, where also the gala took place.

The plan? Tony was going to hack the security camera systems, to make you and Loki - who were going to sneak through the ventilation shafts of the building and actually 'steal' the documents. Nat was going to attend the gala with Thor as her backup and caused distraction - if needed. This time, it was no 'going like a bull at a gate' task. It was no big fight or war. It was some kind of movie like spy mission - and you were hyped.

You didn't understand first, why Tony hadn't sent you and Nat to get the documents, but then you realised that Loki and Thor probably weren't the best duo to attend the gala together. Their cover would probably blow up faster than Tony's patience...

"Y/N, are you coming?" The soft, low timbre of Loki urged to your ears; causing you to blink and snap out of your thoughts. "On my way." You checked if you had everything you needed, then joined your team mate. "Ready, partner?" Loki smiled; gesturing for you to walk down the ramp of the Quinjet. "Lead the way, milady."

Tony had given you the exact positions, coordinates and maps. Loki 'was just your helper' - like the billionaire put it and 'had to follow your orders'.

You sneaked around the big building at the dead of night; looking for the exit of the ventilation shafts. You were quick to find the exact one Tony told you to find and quietly removed the grid, while Loki's eyes scanned the area for any 'intruders'.

"Let's go." You grabbed Loki's attention with your words; nodding towards the ventilation shaft. Just when you were about to climb inside, Loki stopped you. "Y/N, wait! I, uh, I think I should go first." You turned to face him; looking a bit confused. "Why? That wouldn't make sense, Mischief. I have the maps. I know where to go. That's why I..." You climbed inside the ventilation shaft. "... go first. Now come!" Unbeknownst to you, squeezed Loki his eyes shut; face scrunching. "Loki!" "Coming!"

He sighed, then followed you. It was dark inside, of course, but you had your torch and Loki, well, his seidr. Nevertheless, the light source in addition with his position gave Loki the perfect view of your ass; sending shivers down the god's spine. Exactly what he wanted to prevent. Sure, he enjoyed the view, but it was also torturous. You were close and yet so far. "Norns... Can this evening get any worse?" He mumbled underneath his breath, while crawling behind you. "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing!"

After crawling through the tight, dark space and crossing endless corners for what felt like eternity, you finally announced that you and Loki had reached the destination - the tenth floor of the building.

"Oh!" You abruptly stopped; causing Loki to almost bump head first in your bottom - head first. "What?" "I think we made it. According to Tony's plans, this must be the exit we have to take. The tenth floor." "Let us do that then. My knees hurt." You giggled; working on getting the hatchway open. "Not used to kneel a lot, are we?" "Sounds like you are." Loki answered dryly, without even blinking - and your jaw almost dropped. A blush creeping up your cheeks. He just couldn't help himself. You had given him the perfect opportunity.

"No! I-I mean... I do a lot of work on missions which affords... Kneeling and crawling." The god nodded, but gave you a cheeky smile. "Sure, Y/N. I do kneel from time to time, too."

Gods... You felt the heat in your cheeks increasing, so you busied yourself even more with the hatchway - and to your sheer relief it clicked open mere seconds later. Carefully, you peeked out; head first, looking for any signs of security guards. "Not a single soul to be seen. The coast is clear." You sat up; ready to jump, when your partner stopped you for the second time. "Allow me to go first this time." "Alright." Loki jumped and you followed; the hatchway falling close behind you.

The hallway you had landed in was big with white, clean walls and a black tiled floor. It reminded you of a hotel, but also didn't look like such at all.

"Where to now, milady?" Loki whispered; just in case. "We have to find Bernardi's room," you answered in a hushed voice; pointing down the hallway. "This way." The god nodded; following close behind. So, you sneaked down the hallways; crossing each corner carefully. Another look on the map told you that you weren't far from your destination, when you suddenly heard voices - and they came from behind you.

"Securityguards!" You whisper-yelled at Loki, who looked surprisingly just as panicky as you did. Well, after all you were in a hallway... Not exactly many opportunities to hide there. Loki was about to just teleport you somewhere else, but before he could make use of his magic, you had reacted faster and literally shoved him inside a little broom closet you had spotted mere seconds ago. With one hand clasped over his mouth, the other gripping the lapels of his leather coat tightly and your back stemmed against the door, you hid away from the nearing threat. It caught Loki completely off-guard of course, but he found himself once more enjoying the situation. Your touch. The roughness of it. He liked it.

Once you were sure he wouldn't make a single sound, you let go of him. "Sorry. I just had to make sure that-" "I know," he interrupted you, nodding. You nodded back at him; staying quiet. You had to wait until the security men passed. Unfortunately, though, the broom closet was everything but spacious. Quite the opposite... tiny. And with cleaning supplies all around the two of you, it was a really tight fit. So tight, that body contact was inevitable. Your chest almost touched his. You were so close, you could feel his minty breath on your face. Loki's chiselled bone structure looked even more handsome from this point of view - and dear god, had he always smelled that good? Like a mix out of leather, blood oranges and charred wood? You couldn't explain why, but it smelt so comfortable to you. So rich and musky, yet sweet.

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Focus, Y/N, focus.

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had the exact same problem; struggling even harder. His hands almost trembled from holding back from touching you. He would've loved to just kiss you right here and now; your scent intoxicating him. But he couldn't, and he knew that.

"I think we're good to go," you breathed out then; slowly lurking through the crack of the door. "Come."

Loki had noticed the slight tremble in your voice - and it sparked something inside him... Hope. Perhaps he had a chance to win your heart. A chance he never thought he had. And maybe, just maybe he shouldn't see this mission as a burden, but as the first shot he could shoot.

Loki knew that women liked to be wooed. So, he decided to try to impress you. After all, he had conquered already a lot of hearts. He knew how it worked. But you... You were different. You had conquered his heart first - and you didn't even know it.

Wordlessly, the god followed you, until you had reached Bernardi's room. A complicated lock adorned the door. Easy access? No chance. "Alright," you stated; switching on your communication device. "Tony. We're standing in front of the room. Pick the lock." The billionaire answered immediately. "Consider it done, Y/N." "Perfect."

Tony's 'consider it done' took longer than you anticipated... Almost fifteen minutes had ticked by and the electric lock still hadn't moved an inch.

"Hey Tony, what's taking so long?" "It's more complicated than I thought. Give me another minute."

And even another minute wasn't enough. So slowly, Loki grew impatient. After all was the risk very high of getting caught by security guards any momenr. Rolling his eyes, he stepped over to the door and placed his hand on the lock. "Loki? What are you doing?" You asked, eyes widening. "Unlocking this damn lock." You blinked. "And, uh, how?" The god gave you a smirk; "Seidr, darling." winking.

Not even a second after he said that, a green cloud enveloped the lock - and it clicked open. Your jaw dropped. "Woah... That's... That's pretty cool."

Step one of impressing Y/N: Done.

"Tony, we got it." "Yes, I can see that... How?!" You smiled; following Loki inside the room. "Mischief." You could practically hear how Tony rolled his eyes at your answer.

After tiptoeing through the big, spacious room and 'stealing' the documents like professionals; you and your partner left again, as if nothing happened. Loki even managed to fix the lock with his magic.

"Let's get out of here, shall we?" You nodded; checking your watch. "We should, yes. The 10 o'clock patrol will pass this hallway in exact... ten minutes. Either we hurry, or tell Thor and Nat to distract them." "I know I have no say in this mission, but I would recommend option two, Y/N. Better safe than- uh... How's this Midgardian saying going again?" You giggled - music to Loki's ears. "Better be safe than sorry." "That's it, yes. Thank you." "I guess you're right... Nat, can you hear me?" "Loud and clear, babes." "Perfect. Can you and Thor distract the 10 o'clock patrol up here? We won't make it in time." "Sure thing!"

Well, unfortunately, it turned out they couldn't...

Just as the two of you rounded the corner into the hallway of the ventilation shaft, rounded a group of five security guards the other corner. You and Loki stopped immediately in your track; standing like frozen to the ground. "Well... Now we have a problem." The guards noticed you, of course, immediately. One of them gave you an angry look. "Indeed we have," the bulky man snarled; switching on his walkie-talkie. "We have intruders on the tenth floor. Most likely burglars; calling for back-up." "Understood, Sir. Back-up is on the way."

Now you were really fucked.

You sighed; cracking your neck and prepared to fight. "Guess we'll have to-" That was the moment Loki had waited for. The ultimate chance to impress you. His hand on your arm interrupted you; pulling you gently behind himself. "Stay behind me, darling. I am going to take care of this little... issue." Loki stepped slowly forwards - like a wolf stalking its prey; read to fight, when suddenly something caught his attention... A small loudspeaker box hanging high up in the corner where both hallways met.

Smiling mischievously; he snapped his fingers. Let's put on a little show for the lady.

The security guards didn't know what was coming their way. Especially not as 'Holding Out for a Hero' by Bonnie Tyler started to echo through the empty hallways. And before any of them could react, Loki had already started his attack. Unlucky for the men, they were just as surprised and kind of shocked how you were. The god moved gracefully; dodging here a kick and there a punch. The security guards didn't stand a single chance. Not even the back-up - and by the end of the song, Loki had knocked out every single man who had stood in his way.

You just stood there; mouth agape and not quite knowing what to do or think. Loki though, had a victorious, smug and self-confident smirk on his face. Running a hand smoothly through his black curls, he leaned casually against the wall. "There we go. They won't bother us anymore."

Loki didn't quite know what he anticipated of your reaction. A nervous smile perhaps. Reddened cheeks or a impressed facial expression - but he certainly didn't anticipated what came his way... "Umm... Thank you? But I could've taken care of them as well. I know, uh, how to fight."

The god had a hard time hiding the shock on his face. And the embarrassment, which followed only a few seconds later. She didn't like it. She thinks I'm stupid. I made a fool out of myself. He face-palmed himself internally.

Swallowing nervously and clearing his throat, Loki stepped away from the wall again; trying to somehow 'save' this situation. "Sure, I... I know that, of course, Y/N. I just... wanted to be... nice." "Well, I appreciate it. Thanks." Before an awkward silence could settle between you and him; the god cleared his throat once more. "We, um, we should leave." You nodded, "We should, yes." and watched him turn on his heels; quickly walking away.

Therefore, Loki couldn't see how a dazzling smile spread across your face. Whatever it was what he just did - or tried to do... It was very sweet of him.

The rest of the mission went smoothly. You and Loki made it safely and uncaught out of the building.

When you reached the Quinjet, Natasha stood on the ramp, already changed in her black bodysuit; grinning. She said not a single word as you and Loki passed her by, just kept grinning. You gave your best friend a confused look; mouthing: "What?" All she did was winking, before she followed you as the ramp closed shut behind the three of you.

After you had handed Tony the documents and the Quinjet was in the air again; heading towards New York, you decided to seek out the Widow.

"What was that grinning about, huh?" You gently poked her side to get your best friend's attention. She turned to face you; smiling again. "Oh, nothing. Just Loki fighting off thirty guys alone," Nat said with a wink. "And this got you smiling, because...?" You looked expectantly at her, not quite getting what she was insisting.

"Gods, Y/N/N... You truly are blind," Nat stated; shaking her head and crossed her arms over her chest, before she walked towards the metallic door. "He did that in order to impress and most likely to protect you. That man is in love with you. Open up your eyes, babes."

The Quinjet landed quite late at night on the compound. Only a few lights were on; signalling that most of the other Avengers were already asleep.

"Alright, guys. See tomorrow," you bid your goodbye to your fellow teammates. After hugging Natasha, you turned to Loki. "Good night, Mischief." The god gave you a soft smile. "Good night." Then you turned and walked away; following Nat and Tony.

While Loki couldn't help himself, but to stare after you with mixed feelings about the last few hours coiling within his stomach, Thor came to stand beside him.

"You are staring again, brother." He stated simply; smiling. "I'm not-" Loki wanted to immediately reject Thor, but the God of Thunder spoke faster. "Do not try to deny it, Loki. I saw everything. You tried to impress Lady Y/N with fighting off those men." Loki's eyes widened at Thor's words - proofing the god to be right. "You... saw that?" "Yes, brother. We all did."

Loki squeezed his eyes shut. The cameras.

He couldn't control his body longer; a blush creeping up his cheeks. Thor laughed heartily; clapping him on the shoulder. "No need to be ashamed, brother. I am truly happy you found love - and Lady Y/N is a great woman, if I might say so."

Loki grumbled, but knew very well that he had lost this game. "I don't think Y/N feels the same, brother. I made a fool out of myself. I will never win her heart."

Thor wrapped his arm around Loki's shoulder, shaking his head. "No, you did not make a fool out of yourself. I tried to impress Jane a lot of times and failed." "Yes, because you're an oafish ape. I'm not," Loki mumbled under his breath; inaudible for Thor. "Don't you give up. One day, Lady Y/N will be yours."

After the kind of awkward conversation with his brother, Loki headed straight to his little apartment in the tower. He considered to go to bed straight away, in order to escape the hold you had on him, but he also was aware that his mind wouldn't switch itself off so easily. So, instead to forget you, he decided to fully indulge in his thoughts, heartache and fantasies, and took a very long shower; whimpering your name over and over again in his throes of pleasure at the imagination of you in that damn body suit.

Now the god was standing naked in front of the sink; staring at himself in the mirror. His damp raven curls falling loosely over his shoulders; pecs still glistening with water, causing a few single water droplets to drip from his chest hair.

Loki took a deep breath; shaking his head. "I'm fool... I'm such a fool..." With one simple snap of his fingers, he was perfectly dry. He sighed. "... and hopelessly in love."

After slipping into a fresh pair of boxershorts, he went to bed; laying awake for seconds. Minutes. Hours? Just like he anticipated. The god stared at the dark ceiling above him, arms crossed behind his neck; thinking. Until suddenly his mobile vibrated for a second; announcing that he just received a message. Frowning, Loki turned to reach for his phone on the bedside table and unlocked it - only for his eyes to widen. You... It was a message from you. Quickly, he entered the chat to read it.

Hey, Mischief. Just wanted to say thank you again for fighting off the bad guys. Very cute. Thanks.

Loki's whole face lit up. Cute? He was smiling so bright, like he had probably never did in his life before. She thinks I'm cute? His heart skipped a joyful beat.

Perhaps was his brother right... Perhaps hope wasn't lost yet and one day... One day you will be his.

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pairing: loki laufeyson x gn!reader w. 2.2k genre: smut summary: it's finals week and both you and your grad student roommate are pushed to your wit's end. you get caught up in a moment of frustration together. warnings: college au, somewhat implied afab anatomy but no gendered terms used, stupid arguments. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks) a/n: for cinna, you dirty mf

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. MINORS DNI.

Finals week is nobody's favorite, least of all your own.

Work was piling up, due dates were fast approaching, you had to study for exams, and stress was growing exponentially. You couldn't move a muscle without reminding yourself of how much there was to do.

It didn't make it any better that your roommate was snappy. Loki was an... eccentric personality. However, his confident demeanor had turned into backhanded remarks and annoyed glances whenever you had the gall to speak to him. Whenever you were around him, it always felt like an inconvenience to his life.

You couldn't blame him for being stressed. He was in a graduate program and spending half of his days doing TA work. If your life was hard, you couldn't imagine the amount of deadlines he had to worry about. Quite frankly, you didn't want to.

That didn't make it any better, though. Loki was constantly complaining, making things intentionally harder than they needed to be. You weren't out to get him, but he certainly acted like it.

Things were obviously getting worse around the apartment. Other than his outbursts, you could see the disarray that was his bedroom. He was kind enough not to make dishes stack up, but his room was turning into a mess of clothes and papers covering the floors, bed unmade.

As the second half of finals week began, you were getting a bit worried. When he wasn't leaving the apartment to go to an exam, he was holed up in his room studying and grading tests.

You'd never been close, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he might need some help. So, you woke up on Thursday knowing both of your schedules were clear for the day in terms of exams. With the remaining motivation left, you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen.

The plan? Make some breakfast for the two of you and see if you could make him feel a bit better. You grabbed what you needed for pancakes and got to work.

By the time you had pancakes cooking on the skillet, Loki appeared from his room. The bags under his eyes looked worse than usual and his hair was a mess.

"I'm making some pancakes, they'll be ready in a few minutes," You said.

He gave a small noise in response before turning around and starting to walk back to his room. As his sulking frame began to disappear towards the hall, you set the spatula down. "Not going to say anything? No 'thank you'?" You asked in a bit of disbelief.

"Why would you need me to thank you? Doing your good deed of the day not enough to make you feel better?" Loki's voice was laced with snark.

The outright rude tone of his comment took you aback. You made sure to put the pancake onto a plate before it burned, turning your attention back to him. "Does it ever occur to you to show the slightest bit of kindness to other people?"

"Kindness," Loki scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned against the doorway from the hallway into the kitchen, "Is that what this is? Let me guess, you felt bad for me and wanted to cheer me up, is that it?"

You stared at him in disbelief. "Maybe I saw my roommate looking like a depressed hermit for the last two weeks and I wanted make something to make you feel better. Is that so bad?"

"You can stop pretending to be something you're not. Thinking you've fixed my problems won't make you magically feel better, either."

"Some pancakes aren't going to fix your problems, I just thought it'd be a nice gesture knowing you'd spend the day in your room working."

He took two steps forward into the kitchen, rolling his eyes. "God, you just feel the need to wedge yourself into my life, don't you? What, nobody else giving you enough attention that you have to bother me instead?"

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "That's rich, coming from the man who's only seen the sun long enough to get to campus for an exam. Sounds to me like you haven't interacted with a real person and you forgot how to be decent. Well, not that you ever have been."

Loki let out a taunting laugh, taking another step closer. You hadn't noticed, but you backed yourself against the counter as he approached. "Unlike you, I don't need other people's attention to live. I'm perfectly fine being myself."

"Like hell you don't," You straightened up, but still remained pressed against the counter, "You're so obsessed with making everyone around you feel lesser. You haven't been able to do that lately, so you decided to be a dick to me so you can get your rocks off."

"Excuse me?" Loki took another step forward, only a few feet separating the two of you, "You think I get off on the insolence of the other people around me? The way you think you can psychoanalyze me is pathetic, sweetheart."

You tried to move forward and get away from the counter, but he simply got closer and you couldn't find a good way out of where you were standing. "Oh, I know you do. You'll never be able to live until you have someone to torment with your bullshit."

"You're pathetic."

"Look in the mirror."

Maybe you should've realized just how close he was getting, pointing a finger in your face. You weren't sure who closed the distance, but through the anger all you wanted for him was to stop talking. With his lips against yours, you seemed to have solved the problem.

Your hands found the back of his neck, tangling into his black hair that desperately needed to be brushed. One of his was on your back, the other pressed flat on the counter top next to you and trapping you in.

It was rough and sloppy. He seemed desperate, open-mouthed kisses and slipping his tongue into your mouth without hesitation. He was obviously practiced, yet his care for making it tender and intimate was long gone.

Loki was insistent, pushing against you hard and pressing you into the hard countertop. His hips began to grind against your thigh, his breaths hard against your skin whenever you parted momentarily.

You pulled away from him for a moment, watching as he chased for you. "You're so fucking desperate," You chided, seeing his flushed face.

"Shut your mouth," Loki spat back, leaning forward and kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. He sucked marks onto your skin, leaving behind small bites as he worked his way down.

Your hand grasped his hair again as he worked down your neck to your collarbone. "What are we doing?" You asked breathlessly, but only heard a small, mumbled noise against your skin.

His touch was hot and needy, his hand snaking down your body and pushing past the waistband of your pajama pants. He parted from your reddened neck, looking at you for assent. You nodded, feeling his hand yank them down.

The pajamas hit the floor and Loki pressed his hips into your exposed ones, feeling him grind against you for any sort of friction. He notched his thigh between your legs, moving desperately against you. You could hear his breathing labored, shallow and fast as he sought any sort of feeling.

As good of a sight as it was, you needed more than just his thigh. Your hands hooked on his sweatpants, tugging at them. He seemed to get the hint, pulling them down and letting them join your own. He wore a pair of black boxers, although they left little to the imagination.

He was straining against the fabric, so you helped him get his boxers off as well, watching as they quickly joined the assortment of clothes on the kitchen floor. His hands found your waist, pushing you onto the counter.

He looked impossibly hard, leaking and yet waiting as he seemed to stop. "Can.. can I?"

"Yeah."

It was all you had to say before his hand found your thigh, moving it just enough to give himself access before pressing a finger against your entrance, slowly pushing it inside.

Although, he was obviously impatient. He worked his first digit in and out, curling it slightly to reach the sweet spot. Whenever he brought a sound out of you, you could see his grin as he pushed ever-so-slightly harder to hear more.

He added a second without warning, though with little issue. As you whined and your breath hitched, he smiled again. "You're liking this, aren't you?"

Trying to catch your breath enough to speak, you nodded. "You... know what you're doing."

It was true. He seemed practiced, knowing just how to move his fingers to make you feel good. Affirming his words seemed to give him a little more confidence, speeding up and moving with finesse.

As he was speeding up, he suddenly slowed down and pulled his fingers away, leaving you in need of more. You gave him a small frustrated look, but you felt something. Looking down, he had his cock pressed against your entrance.

"Do you want this?" He asked, half teasingly but still looking for your permission.

Sighing, you nodded. "Please."

It was a stretch as he pushed inside, slowly feeling him fill up far more than what his fingers had. Both of you had gasped, watching as he sucked air between his teeth from the feeling. The stretch wasn't exactly painful, but the discomfort was soon replaced with pleasure as he fully sank inside.

"Fuck," Loki muttered under his breath, "So good."

Grinning, you stabilized yourself on the counter. "Not so mouthy now, are you?"

Loki was caught off guard, overwhelmed by the feeling but he let out a laugh that got stifled by a low moan. "Do you ever stop getting on my nerves?"

"What's the fun in that?" You asked, but he began to move his hips and you couldn't be bothered to add any extra snide comments, overwhelmed by the feeling of him hitting deep inside.

Loki began with shallow thrusts, his expression flustered and letting out soft moans as he seemed to get it together. As he quieted down and seemed more confident, his movements were full and precise.

Once he got into a rhythm, you were grasping at his back as he picked up a consistent pace. The sound of your skin connecting began to fill the room as all you could think about was him. Standing in front of you, breathing heavy as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"So perfect," His voice was softer than before, though it carried a feeling of lust, "You're unbelievable."

His words were sweet like candy, your head in the clouds as they filtered in alongside the constant stream of pleasure. You simply grabbed at his shoulders and hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

The feeling came on quick, burying your face into his shoulder as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. You couldn't find the words before you came undone around him, the wave crashing hard. Loki seemed to feel it, having to slow down for a moment as he let out a whine.

"Not going to last like this," Loki admitted through deep breaths, his grip on your thigh tensing.

You nodded. Neither of you had gotten laid in long enough that the encounter was comparatively short. That didn't stop you from loving every second of it, watching as his breath became ragged and the movement of his hips became desperate and sloppy.

He sped up further, going fast enough that you had to tilt your head back and close your eyes, being met with his lips against your exposed neck as he chased his release. He faltered, pulling away as he quickly pulled out of you.

He desperately fucked into his hand, hardly having to move his wrist before he spilled into it, some of the mess hitting against your thigh.

"Fuck," Loki sighed, his breaths shaky as he regained his composure and began to come down from the feeling, "That was.. impeccable."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh. "That was insane."

"Gods," Loki looked at his hand in disgust before rushing over to the kitchen sink and vigorously washing it with soapy water, bringing back a washcloth to get rid of anything that landed on you.

After he had finished cleaning his mess, he stopped and stood in silence for a moment. "I... shouldn't have done that. Gotten upset."

"Over some pancakes? Probably not," You admitted, slowly getting off of the counter. You looked down at the pajama pants on the floor, but shrugged. You'd find something cleaner in a minute.

"It was incredibly irresponsible and stupid," Loki continued, shaking his head.

"It ended alright, though."

"Alright? That wasn't simply 'alright' to you, was it?" Loki looked at you in disbelief.

You shook your head. "No, no, it was great, you were great," You backtracked, "You just seemed a little.. on edge, is all. The sex was great, though."

Loki's ego seemed a bit bruised, but that made him look visibly more confident. "Well... I suppose I should go and shower, get a change of clothes."

"Yeah, of course," You nodded, "Do you want some pancakes, though? They might be a little cold."

He looked at you for a moment in confusion before a small smile came to his face. "That would be nice, yes."

[monstersandgenderqueers]

Little Gifts (Part Six)

You slowly uncover more of Loki's secrets, while trying not to make one of your own too obvious.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader

Word count: 2854

A/N: What an awful week to have paid attention to the news. Anyway, if you're numb from the stress of it all like me, just uhm... think about Loki? It helps a little bit, I promise.

Divider credit @/saradika

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You wake up in a cold sweat, the sheets tangled around your legs. No, you didn't have a nightmare. Not one that you remember, anyway. By all accounts, it was a perfectly pleasant dream, involving you and a wildflower meadow and someone lying on their back beside you, listening to the sound of the wind.

What woke you up was the persistent feeling that something was wrong. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Nothing looks wrong, at least, not at first glance.

You shouldn't be surprised that you're feeling this way, since it isn't the first time you've woken up feeling impending doom. Whenever you're left out of an assignment and peril looms in some remote corner of the Earth, you can never get rid of the horrible feeling that someone won't make it home.

The compound has been nearly empty for three days now, save for you and the essential personnel. Oh, and Loki, of course.

You were taken off the mission roster because of the flu, forcing you to stay in bed sick, which makes you even sicker with worry. You know that the people you care about are in grave peril, but there is absolutely nothing you can do from the compound.

Looking at your phone, you realize it's nearly three in the morning, several hours yet until sunrise. 

Well, there's no way I'm getting back to sleep now.

The worry makes you nauseated, as does the illness. You want to grab something to drink from the kitchen, and maybe something to eat, but the kitchen is so far away…

You stand and wrap a blanket around yourself and up over your head, with the blanket bunched in your fists to keep it from slipping off. With only your eyes visible, you leave your room and shuffle to Loki's.

The few paces to his door feel treacherous due to your dizziness. Nevertheless, you make it to his door and stick one hand out of your cocoon to knock.

It takes a few moments before you hear Loki's footsteps on the other side. When the door finally opens, you realize you might actually be intruding. The thought never occurred to you to not knock on Loki's door in the middle of the night.

She's glaring at you, with a black silk robe tied around her waist and her dark hair braided down one side. She looks simultaneously elegant and frazzled, which is a combination that does nothing to help you figure out if she's okay with this and she'll smile at you, or if you have to prepare yourself for an annoyed Loki.

With your blanket thankfully covering your heated face, you stammer, "Oh, uhm, sorry….."

She scowls as she raises a brow, "Are you aware of the time, little one?"

"Uhm… yes? Is that your actual question, or—"

"Why have you felt the need to wake me at this hour?"

"Oh, I uh… I thought you'd already be awake. You usually are… I mean, I assumed you're like Thor and that you need to sleep like once every week or something… but, I guess that was wrong, or maybe Thor was making a joke, or something, or…"

Her grip on the door tightens.

Oh no. I messed up really bad. It doesn't help that I can't say what I'm thinking without it getting all twisted up….

"Explain yourself," Loki huffs, a painted fingernail on the edge of the door.

Oh, those look nice! You try to keep certain thoughts from dominating over your other, more reasonable thoughts. "I… about what?"

"Explain why you're standing here in front of my door."

Oh. Duh.

"Oh. Uhm…" Now you feel really stupid, but since she's already awake, you feel that you might as well tell her. "I don't feel right."

"Yes, I'm sure illness will do that to you."

"No, I mean… well, yes, but I mean I'm worried and scared and I feel like something really bad has happened."

After a long, painfully silent moment, she opens her door wider and gestures for you to come in. You do, still keeping the blanket on. The room is just as bare as you remember, with the exception of several tall, black candles that provide the only light in the room. They must've been lit for a long time, because the wax is dripping and pooling on the side table, and it's still wet enough to reflect the flames.

She takes a seat on her bed, then pats the space beside her.

Feeling warm for unfortunately non-flu related reasons, you sit down.

"What is it that you're so afraid of, darling?" She asks, her earlier scowl erased and replaced with a look of concern, the lines between her brows seeming deeper from the dim candlelight. You've seen this look plenty of times on the others, and you are familiar enough with this expression to know what it is, it's simply surprising to see it on Loki.

You struggle to keep your thoughts in line, wondering how much you can tell her before she'll revert back towards annoyance and anger, "I think something bad happened on the mission."

"What do you mean? Have they contacted you?" Her face is still tight and tense, but not in the mean-Loki way.

"No, just… it's just a feeling. There's like a part of my brain that is absolutely certain that someone's been hurt badly."

She sighs, "I know you well enough to know that you know that your paranoia doesn't reflect real life."

"You're right. I do know that if something happened, the both of us would be well aware of it by now. But I can't stop feeling it no matter how hard I try, and a really big part of me is scared that this time my feelings will be right."

"I take it they've never been right?"

You nod, twisting your feet in little circles to mimic the spiralling of your thoughts.

"Perhaps your ill health is making it more difficult to get rid of these worries."

Sniffling unintentionally, you nod again, little tears budding in your eyes. Feeling silly and stupid, you barely notice the flash of green from the edges of your vision. Loki stands up, now wearing black pajamas. She extends her hand down to you and says, "Do I need to lift you, or can you walk down the hall with me?" It sounds like she's teasing, but sometimes her default tone is teasing.

"I can walk. I'm not that sick."

"Suit yourself." She motions for you to follow her, and you do.

When Loki crosses the threshold of his bedroom, he's back to his masculine form. Unable to stop yourself, you ask, "Why do you do that?"

"Hm?" He turns back to look at you.

"Transform like that. I mean… I didn't think gender fluidity was so… fast? No, I don't think that's what I'm trying to say…"

Ah! No! Why did I ask that? Ugh that's so rude! There's no backing out now…

He stares ahead as you follow him down the hall, mulling over your words. "It isn't completely because of identity, little one. Don't forget that I'm being watched." He looks directly at a camera as he passes, as if he's memorized the placement of each and every one.

"So you can only be one thing here in the compound, and you have to like… disguise yourself a bit when you go out? Did I get it totally wrong when I've asked about it before?"

"It's far more complex than that. All of Midgard is a prison to me, little one. The only freedom I have is picking and choosing which of my forms my jail keepers see."

Sadness swirls in your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Partly from empathy—Loki feels like he can't be himself in any form while he's here. The other part is that maybe Loki thinks you are one of his jail keepers. You could be nicer than anyone on this planet, but you're still of this planet. A human. The latter portion of sadness starts to take over the rest.

He really doesn't like me, then.

Is his kindness towards me just an act? Fawning?

The tears that had started budding a short while ago come back full force, but you're grateful that the part of the blanket still covering your face is absorbing the tears before they leave visible streaks.

Still, when Loki turns on the lights in the common room and faces you, he's concerned again. He sticks his hand beneath the part of the blanket that covers your forehead and holds his hand against your skin.

"You're terribly warm. Do you feel feverish?"

Maybe. You nod, not wanting him to think you're being foolishly emotional over anything that he's ever said and done.

Which you are not.

He asks, "When was the last time you had something to eat? Drink?"

You shrug, "Dinner last night, maybe?"

With a hand on your back, he guides you to the kitchen. "Tell me, where are the cures kept?"

"Cures?"

"Yes, for your illness."

"Uhm… we don't have any of those. Do you mean, like, medication?"

He sighs in exasperation. "No cures? Not even for the common ailments?"

"No? We don't have cures for anything like that…"

"Fine. We'll fix you the primitive way."

"You mean soup? Water? Flu medications?"

"Yes, yes, all of that." As you watch him fumble around the kitchen in a frazzled way that's very uncharacteristic, you feel your earlier misery melt into bubbly amusement. He pulls open drawers and messes everything up inside them to look for whatever it is he thinks will help.

Sighing, you open up one of the cabinets and pull out a can of soup. He simply stares at you with disgust.

"You are not eating out of a can."

"Well, there isn't any homemade soup, and I don't feel like cooking right now."

"Should I call for the chef?"

"She's at home, probably sleeping. The canned soup is fine, Loki. I have it all the time."

He doesn't bother hiding his disgust as the contents of the can fall into a bowl with a wet slurp. After the water is added and it's safely in the microwave, you turn to face him, rocking a little bit on your feet. "Is it really that gross?"

"Yes. I've disemboweled plenty of foes in my lifetime, and none compare to that… that sludge you're about to consume."

"Hm. I think you're being dramatic."

"Nonsense," he says, smirking.

You're about to take the bowl out of the microwave, but he does it for you.

"Careful, little one. It's hotter than the fires of Muspelheim."

"Muspelheim?"

"Yes. I'll tell you all about it while you eat."

You watch, mesmerized as the crown of the massive tree above you sways with the wind, the bright green leaves holding on for dear life as the same wind threatens to tear them from the branches. The coolness of the grass seeps in through your shirt, making you think for a split second that it might have been best to use a blanket to lie on the ground instead of just your clothes. But, you didn't think that far ahead when you ventured over. You saw the dappled sunlight on the lawn and the towering oaks and you thought it would be whimsical to bask in it.

It feels similar to some of the dreams you've been having lately. Only, there's a key thing missing. It would be perfect if—

The gentle touch of fabric against your cheek startles you. Turning your head to your right, you see Loki laying down a blanket before settling on his back. Once he's comfortable, with his arms crossed behind his neck, he tilts his head to look at you.

"Uhm… hi?" You mutter, sort of questioning why he's just plopped himself next to you.

"I couldn't find you at the party," he says, as if this explains all of the questions that were forming in your head. It doesn't, of course, and it only creates new ones.

"So…?"

"What I mean to say is that I was seeking your company and I couldn't find you. But I have now, clearly." He looks away from you when you fail to reply. "What is it that you're doing, exactly?"

"Crown-gazing."

"Crown-gazing?"

"Yes. The crown of the tree. You know, like a canopy of a forest but… singular?"

"Darling, I know what a crown is," he sighs and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he looks at you again. His eyes look clear in the dappled sunlight patches on his face. "What I meant was for you to explain why you are so called 'crown-gazing.'"

You shrug, the grass blades tickling your bare skin. "It's a nice activity for when I have had enough of the day."

"It's barely noon."

"I know." The sunlight reflects off the golden cuff Loki's forced to wear again. You sigh and ask, "Where's your security?"

He clenches his jaw, but then looks at you mischievously. "Well, little one… they still believe I am at the party."

For a moment, you swear he looks hurt, but the expression washes away too fast for you to think about it for much longer. "I have no desire to remain at that 'cookout' any more than you do, apparently. I thought you didn't care for their rules, little one. Do you not trust me?"

You sigh and roll your eyes, making sure he sees your annoyance. "I don't want to get in trouble because you're breaking the rules. Besides, I thought you weren't able to do that kind of magic at all." You reach over and tap the bracelet on his wrist.

"I do, it's just…" you keep your eyes trained on the leaves above. "If you get in trouble… Thor will take you back to Asgard, won't he?" You shift uncomfortably on the ground, the grass starting to bother you a bit more now that you're already irritated.

Loki's silent, gazing at the cuff on his wrist.

"Just how much magic are you able to use with that thing on, anyway?"

Loki sighs, "None at all."

"But—" He presses against two of the glowing runes and the whole thing pops open. He tosses it onto your belly, where you pick it up and inspect it. "I thought Thor fixed it so you couldn't take it off again…"

"My sweetheart, I've been able to take it off from the very moment it was put on." Loki holds eye contact with you, like he's begging you to understand what he's saying without words.

You splutter, trying to piece together what that could possibly imply, "But why are you here, then? Why aren't you literally anywhere else in the universe?" You get a little upset, the stress of your brief socializing at the party wore you down to the bone, and now your emotions are just leaking out with no chance of hiding them. "You say all the time that this place is your prison. If you hate it here so much then shouldn't you just go?"

He winces at the venom in your voice. You want to apologize, I didn't mean it that way, Loki, please don't be upset, don't leave, don't go, but you can't get rid of the anger fast enough. You feel like he's tricked you even though he hasn't done anything to upset you purposefully. And you know that, but it still feels like something he should have told you given all that you've told him. Especially since he's been using magic in front of you and Thor. This feels like something you should have been made aware of by at least one of the siblings.

Taking back the cuff and snapping it back on his wrist, he sits up with his back towards you and says, "I chose the least unbearable prison."

"But you can just run away—"

He whips his head around to face you, and for a moment you're struck by how pretty he looks with the sun highlighting his hair and his skin and his eyes and his—Loki interrupts your thoughts, "And go where?"

"You told me that you know where to hide from Odin, so—"

"Odin is not who terrifies me."

You stare at him, taking note of the tension in his face and how short his breaths seem.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "I didn't mean…. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, my sweetheart. I believe we are both a little on edge today." He lies back down beside you, but then shuffles further away from you. You turn to look, a little offended, but that feeling goes away when he pats the blanket beside him, inviting you to lie on the blanket with him. You scoot closer, getting comfortable in your new crown-gazing position.

He takes your hand, then, rubbing the back of your thumb with his. Your heart leaps from your chest, and that warm fuzziness returns, and for a moment you feel like you might be glowing the way the leaves are from the sun.

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time bound part three

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Three - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 2k

My legs feel numb, something cold and metallic digging into my back—chains, pinching at my skin. I try to shift, but the restraints hold me tight. There’s a warmth surrounding me, and I glance up to see Johnny's face, our noses inches apart. “Welcome back, Pumpkin!” Deadpool’s voice calls out from behind, dripping with that annoying cheerfulness that makes me groan and drop my head.

Johnny twists us around, the chains binding the two of us together keeping us suspended above the ground. Now, I’m facing Logan and Deadpool. Deadpool’s staring at me, and while it’s hard to tell through the mask, the tilt of his head makes me think he’s smiling.

He turns to Logan and asks, “How long was I asleep?”

Logan’s response is gruff, “Not all of you was asleep.”

I cringe. “That’s so—"

“Hot?” Deadpool interrupts, his tone mockingly hopeful.

“I was going to say disgusting.”

Deadpool pouts, his voice taking on a playful edge. “I sense a little closeted anger there.”

I squint at him, feeling the absurd need to defend myself. “I’m pretty comfortable with my sexuality, thank you very much.”

“Don’t clench those cheeks of yours too tight, Pumpkin. I see the way you look at Wolvie here.” He tilts his head towards Logan, who finally meets my gaze.

I quickly look away, shame creeping in. He must hate me for what I did. Or for what I couldn’t do.

Deadpool starts rummaging around, searching for something. “Don’t bother. They’re very thorough,” Johnny tells him, a slight edge to his voice.

Logan cuts in, his tone demanding, “You know where we are, start talking.”

Johnny’s voice is calm but serious. “You’re in The Void. Think of it as purgatory. Reed called it a metaphysical junkyard where anything useless goes before it gets annihilated forever, and where the TVA sends people that don’t play nice with the rest of the multiverse.”

Logan raises an eyebrow. “Like you?”

Johnny nods. “And you. Or her.”

Logan’s voice hardens. “What does the annihilating?”

“Alioth,” Johnny answers, his voice low.

Deadpool’s eyes widen behind his mask. “Alioth is in this thing? From Loki, season 1, episode 5? You know she wrote a fanfic about Loki. I’m talking to you, reader.” He suddenly turns to face the empty space, as if he’s breaking the fourth wall again. 

I squint at him, my voice dripping with annoyance. “What are you doing?”

Deadpool gives me that familiar little head tilt, and I can almost see the grin beneath his mask. “Just keeping things meta, Pumpkin.”

Johnny continues, “Everyone here is on the run from Alioth. Most don’t make it. But there’s a resistance. Other people like us that manage to survive. We’re hiding out in the borderlands, trying to find a way to fuck outta here.”

Logan nods, his voice resolute. “Then that’s where we go.”

Deadpool's eyes light up with excitement. “We? Us? A team? The answer is yes. Shake on it.”

Logan unsheathes his claws, the metal gleaming menacingly.

“Fuck! You nicked it,” Deadpool yelps, pulling his hand back quickly. “Just got the tip with your little steak knife.”

Logan ignores him, turning back to Johnny. “These others can help us get back to the TVA. They can fix things.”

Johnny lets out a dark laugh, and I nudge him, trying to keep him focused.

Logan’s eyes narrow. “Something funny, Bub?”

Johnny’s expression grows serious. “She might have something to say about that.”

Logan’s brow furrows in confusion. “Who’s she?”

Johnny's voice lowers ominously. “In The Void, you’re either food for Alioth, or you work for her.”

The words hang heavy in the air as we approach the gates—or rather, the colossal, decaying corpse of Ant-Man. His gigantic hands, now reduced to skeletal remains, are locked together to form the entrance. As they creak open, a cold shiver runs down my spine, a foreboding sense of doom settling over me. Johnny’s body flares with heat, a stark contrast to the icy dread filling my veins, betraying his own spike of anxiety.

We’re unceremoniously dumped out of the cage, rolling onto the hard, unforgiving ground of the courtyard. The atmosphere here is bleak, desolate—a wasteland filled with the lost and the damned. Variants and mutants alike mill about, their eyes hollow, their spirits crushed by the relentless despair of this place.

From behind, I feel Pyro’s glare burn into my back. I turn slightly, catching sight of Toad, still nursing his wound. With a spiteful smirk, I stick my tongue out at him, my eyes glinting with a momentary spark of defiance.

The air around us shimmers, rippling with unseen energy as Cassandra’s presence draws near. In my sleep, I had only glimpses of her, vague and haunting. But now, as her silhouette emerges, a pang of grief stabs at my heart—she reminds me too much of Charles.

Deadpool breaks the tension with his usual irreverence. “Oh, you must be this year’s Juggernaut.”

“Please be quiet,” I mutter, but my voice lacks conviction.

“Keep your voices down,” Juggernaut rumbles. “She don’t like the chatter.”

Logan casts a sidelong glance at Deadpool. “She’s gonna love you.”

Deadpool, never one to heed warnings, continues, “Is it Charles? Hey, hey, Chuck, it’s us!”

Logan and I exchange a grim look. “That’s not Charles,” we say in unison.

Cassandra steps from her wheelchair, moving with a graceful menace as the sunlight catches her bald head. The air around her seems to crackle with latent power.

“Ah, shit. Oh, ableism great. That’s not gonna go over well with the woke mob,” Deadpool quips, earning a scowl from Logan.

Cassandra’s eyes settle on Logan first, cold and calculating. “A Wolverine. I wondered when I’d get one of you.” Then she turns to me, her gaze piercing through my defenses. “You’re one of Xavier’s.”

Deadpool, ever the disruptor, cuts in. “You know him, you know Chuck?”

Cassandra’s smile is thin, almost serpentine. “Oh, I knew him. We shared a womb. Tried to strangle the sly little fellow with my umbilical cord.”

“Amen,” Deadpool responds, almost gleeful. “I’ve never loved roommates. Mine’s blind, except she could see cocaine for some reason.” He turns to Logan, searching for an ally. “You wanna chime in, Your Majesty? I’m dying here.”

“Who are you?” Logan growls, his patience wearing thin.

“Charles Xavier’s twin,” Cassandra says, her voice dripping with venom. “Cassandra Nova.”

Deadpool’s eyes widen in mock horror. “Oh, shit. Is it anal birth?”

Cassandra’s expression remains unreadable as she assesses us, her tone almost playful. “You two are cute. I have a good feeling about this.”

Her gaze sharpens as she shifts back to Johnny, a predatory gleam in her eye. “And I’ve been trying to catch this little firefly for years, haven’t I, Johnny? You picked the wrong time to make new friends.” She spares me a brief, dismissive glance. “I’ll get to you later,” she adds, her voice like ice. “—pumpkin.”

A shiver runs through me at the nickname, the way it slithers off her tongue far more menacingly than it ever did from Deadpool.

Deadpool, undeterred, presses on. “Oh, Johnny told us all about you.”

Logan’s warning is low and dangerous. “Maybe shut up now.”

“Yeah, maybe don’t,” I echo, my nerves fraying.

But Deadpool barrels ahead. “We were just talking here. Yeah, Johnny told us you’re a psychotic, megalomaniacal asshole. His words, not mine. Hell-bent on domination and pain.”

Cassandra’s eyes narrow. “You said all that about me?”

Johnny stammers, panic clear in his voice. “No, no! How do you— I didn’t say anything!”

“Sticks and stones, Johnny!” Deadpool laughs, his tone mocking. “Don’t let her intimidate you. Like you said in the convoy. This finger-licking, dead inside, pixie slab of third-rate dime store nut milk can eat your delicious cinnamon ring and kick rocks all the way to bald-hell.”

Johnny looks horrified. “I have never said any of those words in my entire life!”

My muscles tense, knowing Deadpool is pushing too far. “That’s enough, Deadpool,” I warn, preparing to act if necessary.

But Deadpool continues, seemingly oblivious. “Ah! The modesty! People think I’m a shit-talker, but this guy, next level.”

“What? This- I- wait- I don’t even know what half of that means!” Johnny protests, his confusion growing.

In a flash, I manage to blip Johnny back a few hours, replacing him with a decoy just as Cassandra’s wrath descends. She tears into the decoy with brutal efficiency, ripping its skin clean off. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing Johnny is safe, even if the others are none the wiser.

Deadpool gasps in mock horror. “Not my favorite Chris.”

Logan’s fury is palpable. “You stupid piece of shit, you just got him fucking killed!”

I feign distress, staring at the decoy’s lifeless form, playing my part.

“Hey, we’re all grieving!” Deadpool adds, his tone too flippant. “PS, do you know what he was doing to the budget?”

Cassandra’s voice cuts through the tension. “Alioth is hungry.”

“There’s been some kind of mistake,” Deadpool protests, his bravado faltering. “Big Yellow is a backup Anchor Being, and I’m Marvel Jesus, MJ if you’re nasty. This may be hard to hear, but there’s another British villain. He’s gonna destroy my universe, and I’m gonna stop him.”

Cassandra’s smile is chilling. “Oh, honey, you don’t really strike me as a world-saving type.” Deadpool flinches. “Did I hit a nerve?”

He tries to regain his footing. “I didn’t want it to come to this. Either you help us, or my friend here is gonna sing the entire second act of Music Man, with zero warm-up.”

Logan tries to change the subject. “Where’d you get the chair?” 

“Once in a while, I do get a Charles through here,” Cassandra muses, her voice distant, almost nostalgic. “Never mind, though. No. He didn’t care to find me.”

Deadpool rolls his eyes, exasperated. “Ah, Gen-Z and their trauma-bragging! Can’t you just stuff it down, turn it into accomplishment or cancer like the rest of us?”

Cassandra’s eyes gleam with dark amusement. “But I’m not like the rest of you. Except maybe the Wolverine. Now, we could be truly terrifying together.”

Logan sneers, his claws itching for a fight. “You’re that scary, huh?”

“The TVA certainly thought so,” Cassandra replies, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “They sent me here before I could walk. And you know, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I love it here.”

“You live in a garbage dump,” Deadpool retorts, unimpressed.

Cassandra’s smile widens, a cold, cruel thing. “I think we both know who lives in the garbage dump. The Void is a paradise. I can wield my power here without shame. Unfortunately, I had no Charles Xavier to teach me temperance.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, sharp and predatory. I’m still coated in the thick, warm blood of Johnny’s decoy, and the sight only seems to excite her. “I told you I would get to you. I’ve been waiting to crack into that mind of yours.” She steps forward, her finger outstretched, and I stumble back, my heart pounding in my chest.

But she’s too fast, closing the distance in an instant. Her long, cold fingers seize my face, digging into my temples with a vice-like grip. The pain is excruciating, a white-hot lance that stabs through my skull as she roots around in my mind. Flashes of my past flood my vision—my dead friends, my failures, my desperate search for Logan. And then, the happier memories, from a time long gone, when Charles and Erik were younger, when hope still felt within reach.

With a sudden, brutal yank, Cassandra rips her fingers free, leaving me crumpled on the ground, gasping for breath.

I hear Logan shout something, but the words are muffled, lost in the haze of agony clouding my thoughts.

“Interesting,” Cassandra murmurs, almost to herself. “But boring. Your Charles, he protected you, made you feel safe?”

Logan’s growl is low, feral. “We’re done talking.”

“No,” Cassandra whispers, her voice a silken thread of menace. “We’re just getting started.”

Next Part

A/N: Guys, I’m on a roll and I was originally going to write this chapter as a recap but with Logan’s POV, instead, those will be added later as bonus chapters! I’ll try get a masterlist up and running.

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[mischiefmaker615]

Hi I'd like to request a uhm.. Musical oneshot for Loki with the song "Figure you out" by VOLIA, I'm not sure where you want me to dm you the request so I'll do it here instead- but anyway

the idea for this is the reader to be in a terrible relationship with her boyfriend that she met during a blind date, the reader in this is of course an avenger, and Loki is a close friend of hers that she rants to about her boyfriend, giving her new friends, buying her things that she absolutely does not like because her boyfriend barely spends any time with her or can't be bothered to get to know her because of his arrogant/self-centered personality.

Loki has had enough of how her boyfriend mistreats her because he has been pinning for her the moment he met her, and wishes so dearly that he was the one she was with.

that's all, you can set the confession or something in during a party or something, but overall that's it. Just something that's been bugging my mind and has been dying for it to finally come to life, but it's alright if you won't write it :) Have a good day/night/afternoon!!

P.S: I don't know why but I am so fixated at the line "Kiss you with a blindfold." Do what you must with that info (or not use it at all that's oki :))

Figure You Out

Song Request: Figure You Out by VOILÀ

Rating: PG14

Summary: Loki knows you FAR better than your arrogant boyfriend ever did.

Note: I thought about making this into smut, tbh i love this song so much that my brain stayed on the cute friendship to relationship 'there for each other' vibe train of some sorts. it's also a long one so be prepared Lol *sweats* hope you like it..

Warning: Mentions of boyfriend no nos

You grunt as you hoist the large vase of flowers in your hands more for better grip, hating to draw the attention of the entire tower if your body decided to drop it. There was no way in Hel you were going to keep them in your room- your allergies wouldn’t have it- but at least setting them up in the main room would give you the idea that you didn’t waste them either.

Another sneeze made the whole thing jostle, making you practically hug it now to your chest while roses pressed against your face. Drop it for your health, or hang on and save yourself a mess. The debate made you glance up at the floor number and decided you could hold out a little more as the elevator finally dinged and opened open, making you almost stumble rush out towards the island counter in the kitchen.

‘’darling- what do you think you’re doing with those??” Loki’s voice rang out in alarm, making you try to turn a bit to see over the mountain of floral, but you already felt it effortlessly leaving your grip and reveal Loki himself as he turned away to finish carrying it. ‘’you know what these do to your health, what possessed you to try to chance it?” he said with concern, setting them on the counter while you leaned against the wall to catch your breath.

‘’I couldn’t waste them- he’d ask what I did with them later.’’ You said sheepishly, quickly snatching a tissue to sneeze into on the dining room table, missing the annoyed look on Loki’s face he quickly hid when he finally turned towards you.

‘’so they are from him?” he asked, his voice a bit flat but you nodded sheepishly before turning to rid of the Kleenex.

‘’honestly love, he might very much be the death of you.’’ He sighed and took a seat on the bar stool while his eyes turned towards the flowers- as if to inspect them to see if they were even suitable to be in the same room at least.

‘’it’s not that dramatic’’ you laughed weakly, giving a small wave before you made your way towards the living room couch. ‘’it’s the thought that counts at least.’’

Loki took a breath and turned the stool around so he could face you, arms resting on either side against the counter while the roses looked like they were framing his head behind him. ‘’it’s an incorrect statement darling, the thought does not count if it was poorly calculated. Look at yourself,’’ he waved a hand towards you, trying to be polite while he held back the words he wished to say.

You were almost a sneezing mess, and he understood how fragile Midgardians could be. He was getting absolutely tired with your health being affected over- what, the third time now from your boyfriend’s gifts?

You knew he was right, but you caved to much or were too polite to really say something honestly. Your boyfriend has been like this from the very start.. getting you things you didn’t particularly need- or could have like your allergies, but you kept saying it was your fault for not being honest.

Loki on the other hand, always claimed that he should be more observant and you shouldn’t have to clarify. Being your best friend, he often heard your venting rants and often times tried to find the bright side of things to cheer you up in the situation- little did you know, he hated every detail of what he personally could have done better instead.

Loki loved you, and you didn’t even know it.

‘’well anyway, discounts don’t last forever in New York, so it was practically a steal..’’ you shrugged a little, your voice getting just a tiny bit lower with your pushed down disappointment trying to rise but you were quick to change the subject. ‘’how are things here?”

Loki gave a small shrug as he exhaled the last of his pent-up frustrations and nodded towards the halls. ‘’most everyone is out shopping, Tony’s having a party tomorrow night.’’

‘’like he does every night.’’ You laugh while Loki smiled and crossed the room to join you on the couch.

‘’apparently this one is suppose to be super special’’ he said with teasing mockery and plopped down next to you, the weight of him on the cushion made it tilt a bit compared to your smaller frame and you damn near slid against his side, your cheeks heating up to feel his toned muscles and sculpted form pressed up against you before you quickly scooted to the other side.

‘’why- did he finish another bottle of booze?’’ you ask sarcastically, wiping the blush off your cheeks while you looked literally anywhere else than him.

‘’perhaps, but if that would be the reason, we’d have a celebration morning, noon and night.’’ Loki teased, his voice as quiet as yours while he stared straight ahead, knowing his cheeks were just as red as yours and he was quick to shift in place so you wouldn’t notice other signs of what you did to him.

There was a silence among you both- something that rarely happened but normally came up whenever you had spoken about your boyfriend that day. Almost like there was a vibe where a conversation hung between you both that neither one of you wanted to touch- but you knew Loki cared to much to ignore it completely.

‘’…I am your friend Y/N, and you know you’ve given me the permission to speak freely between us..’’ Loki started, your smile fading from its playfulness as he began changing the subject.

‘’of course..’’ you replied, eyes slowly going to his that remained down in thought.

‘’..he’s given you many things you often don’t favor, need or can handle.’’ He started, nodding towards the flowers that sat across from you both as if it were staring back. Loki opened his mouth again to speak, clearly seeing how he wanted to speak his mind, a speech on his tongue, his mind needing to be empty, and as he turned to you, you could see the hesitation on his face that made your hands fidget.

‘’yes..’’

Loki tried to speak again but sighed and shook his head, looking away with his facial expressions vanishing. ‘’..-at least let him know to reconsider things that have to do with your allergies- even if you must mention one of us rather than yourself.’’ He said and placed his hands on his knees, pulling himself up while your eyes rose to look at his form.

‘’yeah- that just might be a good idea.’’ You said quietly, offering a small smile while he turned to look at you gently.

‘’will you be attending the party tomorrow night?” he asked, his voice almost hopeful while you sheepishly shook your head and stood up.

‘’no- it’s our 2-year anniversary tomorrow so I think we’ll be going somewhere when he gets off work..’’

Loki nodded a little, his hands clasping behind his back to hide the visual of how his nails dug into his palms. ‘She thinks? That buffoon should have a guaranteed plan for a day supposing to be special’

‘’well then, I hope you enjoy yourself Y/N, I shall see you tonight- Rogers is picking up dinner.’’ He smiled and headed off down the halls just while you opened your mouth to speak.

‘’see you around-‘’ you called, biting your lip as you watched him walk off and your shoulders slumped.

Walking into your room, the clutter was a constant reminder that it might as well be his room, not yours. Junk everywhere- you practically walked into a thrift store. As cool as some stuff could be, you didn’t need it. You could hardly get to your bookshelf without the risk of tripping over something. You almost forgot your room had carpet until you tried tidying up one day.

With a sigh, you plopped onto your bed- the only space you had left without being pressed up against something and closed your eyes. Tomorrow will be better- it was a special day after all! you turned your head to the side and gazed at your cute black dress you hung up for a reminder. Not that you’d forget..

You never forgot..

Later that night, your fork poked at your pasta while your other hand clutched at your phone to await a text. Of course, you’ve been waiting for it for a couple of hours now but your man still hasn’t replied.

You glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, reminding yourself that he had gotten off work already but you tried convincing your mind perhaps he was stuck in traffic. That’s why he wouldn’t answer none of your texts or calls..

‘’you’ve hardly touched a bite,’’ Loki said gentle while taking a seat next to you, making you jump a little and conceal your phone under the table.

‘’I was chewing.’’ You lie obviously with a sheepish look, making him hold back an amused one while setting his plate down.

‘’the same bite for over 15 minutes?’’

‘’you have been watching me for 15 minutes?” you ask, your voice playfully teasing him by sounding creeped out while you give up and set your phone on the table away from you.

‘’he hasn’t confirmed yet on joining us?” Loki asked with hesitation, his fork playing with his own food while he glanced at you.

‘’at this point, his plate would be cold- I wouldn’t count on it.’’ You sighed and finally took a second bite of your food.

‘’..perhaps he’s stuck in traffic.’’ Loki offered, not exactly sounding like he was trying to cheer you up while his eyes crossed the room to mindlessly watch the others mingle in their own conversation and meal time.

‘’that’s what I kept telling myself. You know how New York could be at this time.’’ You shrugged, clearing your throat as if prepared to change the mood. ‘’I’ll just see him tomorrow.’’

‘’it would be nice to know he’s still alive at least.’’ So I can kill him myself.

‘’a little dark there-‘’ you half laugh and nudge his shoulder with your own, making him grin before your eyes lit up and you suddenly stood. ‘’come look at the dress I picked out for tomorrow-‘’ you encouraged, not exactly having many girlfriends to do this sort of thing with but Loki was your best friend- inclusion on any subject was appreciated.

‘’has he at least told you where he’s taking you?” Loki asked with hesitation while he let you pull him up by the arm and almost drag him down the halls.

‘’I’m expecting it to be a surprise- which is why he hasn’t mentioned anything. The flowers yesterday was a surprise.’’ You encouraged, thinking positive while you neared your door and finally released Loki, missing the red hint of his cheeks while you drew in a breath and opened your door. ‘’I didn’t want anything to fancy- nor casual so this one kinda met in the middle..’’

Loki listened to you while he followed, his eyes never leaving you while his sparkled with the enjoyment to see you so happy and excited.  The man you were with never appreciated you, never showed how lucky he was to have a woman like you on his arm. Loki shook his head, knowing he was in the presence of a goddess and this mortal you chose to be with couldn’t even see you for even a fraction of what you were worth.

Why stay with him?

Loki would often at times think it was because you had grown up lonely, perhaps ready for companionship but wasn’t sure on what you were looking for. Maybe even exploring your own feelings.. Loki wasn’t sure about your dating history, but he knew you were smart enough to make the wise decision. This thought had Loki pause a bit, almost not hearing you while you unhook the dress on the hanger and hold it against yourself.

Was this man threatening you?

‘’what do you think?” you grin, looking down at yourself while you held the dress in front of you and ran your free hand down it.

Loki snapped out of it, pushing his thoughts away while his eyes widened upon seeing you. Even when you didn’t even have the dress on, his mouth still gaped open as if you were, and his imagination could already tell you were going to look gorgeous. ‘’gods Y/N- you look.. it’s absolutely the perfect pick..’’ Loki breathed, grinning widely as he held his breath while you smiled and hung it back up, bouncing a little in a happy, giddy state.

‘’thank you.. I knew it had to be the one..’’ you smile and turn, feeling how your cheeks redden while Loki gazed at you, almost as if you still had the dress against you and you felt yourself feeling a little shy.

What was this feeling?..

‘’what are you thinking?” you asked, your voice quiet while you felt your heart begin to race- almost enough to where he might be able to hear it while he blinked at you and shifted.

‘’oh just-.. you’re just.. I think-‘’

‘’pumpkin!!” a loud, joyful voice called from behind you both, making you both turn to see the man you had forever been trying to reach, standing at your doorway with open arms.

‘’BF/N! I thought you weren’t going to make it?” you exclaim in more confusion and surprise while he grins and walks over, wrapping his arms around you before he presses his lips against yours.

The kiss- to Loki- looked sloppy, rough and one sided while he hummed in approval and left you gasping for breath while he took your hands in his. ‘’had to get a quick bite, I was absolutely starving.’’ He waved a hand while you raised a brow.

‘’I texted you we had food here- we might still have a plate if your still hungry-‘’ you tried while your man shook his head and patted his stomach.

‘’must have gotten the text late- food looks good though, just not to big on Italian.’’ He shrugged and finally caught sight of Loki standing there with his arms crossed and trying not to look as annoyed as he felt. ‘’You must be Locky?”

‘’Loki.’’ He said dryly.

‘’of course- heard much about you, BF/N, I’m sure you heard a lot about me.’’ He winked and extended a hand, Loki taking hold of it and immediately tightened his grip with a forced smile.

‘’Loki. And much, actually. Good to finally have a face to go with the wallet.’’ Loki said through his teeth, enjoying the discomfort the mortal tried to hide before he finally released his hand and played it off with a laugh.

‘’yeah well, what can I say? I gotta spoil my girl.’’ He grinned and waved his hands around the thrift shop of a room. ‘’anyway babe, ready to go?”

Your face dropped a little with a raised brow. ‘’where?”

‘’remember the tickets I bought last week? The games tonight, we can’t be late.’’ He encouraged and his eyes did a quick review of your casual outfit. ‘’it will have to do- come on, get your keys.’’ He ushed and headed to the door, expecting you to follow.

‘’I don’t remember getting the memo- aren’t we taking your car?” you asked with hesitation while you grabbed your purse.

‘’nah, got a good parking spot and I know your just itching to get outta here, you can drive.’’ He grinned and his smile dropped briefly to nod at Loki. ‘’stay out of trouble.’’ He teased before heading out while you took slow steps towards the door.

‘’I’m sorry about that- I must have completely forgot..’’ you said and rubbed your arm, eyes slowly raising to Loki’s soft ones while he lowered his voice.

‘’I thought you weren’t into sports?”

‘’oh I just like seeing him excited if anything, the food is pretty good too’’ you shrugged and drew a breath, straightening yourself up to look as fine as possible. Apparently, your man hadn’t even seen the dress when he had been in here. ‘’I’ll see you sometimes tomorrow though, okay?”

‘’okay, call me if you need anything..’’ Loki said gently and watched you give a soft smile before hearing you run after your boyfriend.

His face slowly dropped, body tensing while he finally released his nails out of his palms with a sigh. The man looked as stupid as his stories you would tell him about. You didn’t like sports, you hated going out late without a decent memo and the man clearly lacked social manners- to name a few issues. With slow steps, he paused just while he was about to pass your dress and looked it over.

It was gorgeous and almost made him sick to know you’d be wearing it for BF/N and not him. even if it wasn’t for him- that mortal didn’t deserve you. His fingers gently ran against the soft material, closing his eyes as if picturing you in it and how soft your skin would be compared. Leaning forward, he slowly inhaled and took in your sweet scent he loved so much from wearing it in the dressing room.

‘’oh Y/N.. how I could love you with my eyes closed..’’ he whispered before his eyes opened, finally forcing himself to walk out and close the door behind him.

~ the quiet sound of taps was the only form of sound practically in the whole tower while another tear slid down your cheek to join the tiny puddle the practically absorbed in your dress.

The dress.

You had barely made it out of the elevator before your body had collapsed in emotion, rendering you stuff in the hallway while you hugged your knees and let your emotions flow. The sudden sound of the elevator opening was to quick to pull yourself together and by who it was, it was pointless to hide it anyway.

‘’Y/N??!” Loki’s voice choked out and his steps closed the space between you both in a second, his knees landing on the ground with a thud while his hands hovered to your arms but stopped. ‘’what happened??” he asked gently, his eyes wide and scanning your body for injuries while your own slowly rose to meet his meekly.

‘’it’s my fault.. I should have sent reminders- picked him up.. not assumed- it’s my fault he didn’t-‘’

‘’Y/N Y/N.. what are you talking about?” Loki whispered, a gently hand resting on yours while more tears flowed and you sniffed.

‘’he didn’t show up..’’

Loki’s eyes widened and he had to remove his hand before you could feel how much his body had tensed. That bastard didn’t show up to your 2 year anniversary dinner. What was worse was that you sat here blaming yourself for something Loki knew for damn sure wasn’t your fault.

‘’Y/N.. none of this is your fault.. you did everything right- he’s the one that didn’t-‘’

‘’I should have-‘’

‘’Y/N.’’ Loki said firmly, a tone that had your mouth closing and your body still. Drawing in a breath, Loki softened his features and looked you dead in the eyes while his voice remained slow and gentle. ‘’this has been going on for to long..’’

Your eyes widened a little while you searched his, trying to feel if both of you were on the same page and by the look on Loki’s face, there was no way in Hel he was wrong. ‘’I’m scared Loki..’’ you whispered.

Loki’s heart hurt, and if he were able to find this mortal that freely walked the earth, he’d remedy that in a second. However he was not going to leave you, and knew you needed him more than ever.. and that things have gone on for to long between you both as well. Slowly taking your hands in his, his eyes held on to yours while your body shook and took your movements slow while he stood and helped pull you up to your feet. With slow steps, Loki walked backwards while you followed, being guided by your hands and his gaze that promised you sanctuary and protection.

With just a few doors passing the both of you, you blinked a little and bit your lip, seeing how Loki had stopped in front of his door and you looked at him with hesitation while his thumbs gently rubbed your skin reassuringly.

‘’he won’t hurt you here. I promise..’’

With a small nod, he opened the door and walked inside, having you follow before he turned just a moment to close the door. As soon as he turned back to face you in the dark, your body moved on it’s own and wrapped your arms around him tightly, finally letting your body sob, shake and release while Loki held you close and stroked your hair. His eyes closed, his long fingers stroking through your hair while his eyes shut and remained silent.

The both of you stayed like that until you had no more tears to give, and even then you didn’t pull away. The scent of Loki filled your senses and his warm embrace helped your body finally relax to the point where he helped support you while you bit your lip.

‘’..how did you figure it out?”

‘’…I am your best friend my darling.. I’ve made it my goal to figure you out..’’ Loki said quietly, his voice as quiet as yours while you took slow breaths.

‘’not as a best friend..’’ you whispered and Loki held his breath, letting the silence stretch just a little before he closed his eyes again.

‘’as someone who longed to be yours..’’ he whispered and opened his eyes to stare off through the dark. ‘’I wished to protect you Y/N.. you are someone who I cant stand seeing hurt.. seeing mistreated.. under appreciated.. unloved…’’ he began, his heart getting tighter while you stared off in the dark while you listened to Loki’s heartbeat fasted.

‘’…as your friend, I will protect you.. but I am afraid those feelings have developed into something far more.. far greater.. and I just couldn’t stand it when you would come home with yet another disappointing item or memory. I came to terms that you were taken.. but I just couldn’t take the grown knowledge that he was now forcing-..’’ Loki stopped himself and swallowed hard, trying again. ‘’that.. he was abusing-‘’

‘’I was afraid to leave.. to disappoint or he’ll..’’ you trailed off and closed your eyes again. ‘’I held on to the bright side of things..’’

‘’the bright side of things aren’t always the right things my darling.. it’s not wrong to allow yourself to be selfish, to know your worth and how you wish to be treated..’’ Loki whispered and pulled away just enough to cup your cheeks so you were looking up at him- regardless if it were dark or not. ‘’you blamed yourself for others- and I love your heart for that.. how you can see the good side and put others first.. but it scares me..’’

Your hands rose slowly to rest against his wrists, looking up at him while your heart raced as fast as his. ‘’…you know me.. more than I know myself..’’ you whispered.

‘’darling..’’ Loki said softly and you could feel his knees brush against yours, indicating that he was leaning down now. ‘’I could kiss you with a blindfold..’’ he whispered before slowly brushing his lips against yours, savoring how soft they were before he felt your head tilt up and move forward in his hands, pressing your lips back against his in reciprocation.

Loki gave a soft hum, kissing you gently while a hand moved to cradle the back of your head, his free hand gliding around you so he could gently pull your waist closer against his while your arms came up to wrap around his neck. A small amount of wetness could be felt against your cheek and Loki immediately pulled away with his body tense.

‘’darling.. are you-‘’

‘’no no- they’re happy tears..’’ you whispered with a soft smile and placed a hand gently against his cheek. ‘’I can’t believe how foolish and blind I was to not see things clearly.. to not see you until.. it might have been to late..’’

‘’Y/N.. I would have waited until the end of the realms if it meant perhaps a moment to be with you.. it would never be to late..’’

You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him, your body beginning to shake while he pulled you closer and stroke your hair again. ‘’..what do I do now..’’

‘’..he will not harm you again Y/N, this I swear it..’’ he whispered, your head being held against his chest as if you were the precious thing on this earth. To him, you were. ‘’now it is all about rediscovering yourself, know your self worth..’’ Loki explained before moving a hand to your chin and raised it so you were looking up at him. ‘’let me help show you who you are..’’

Your chest welled up while your hand took his and laced your fingers together, feeling your body completely relax while you nodded. ‘’please..’’

Loki nodded and his eyes sparkled, even in the dark you could see his smile slowly tug at his lips and something inside you had your body act on its own, making it smile and your heart began to flutter while you shifted in his arms. ‘’what is it?”

‘’darling.. let me begin by telling you that you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress..’’ Loki breathed, his hands running down the fabric and placed both hands on your hips while he stepped back a little to take you in.

Your cheeks immediately blushed and you began to feel shy, happy primarily while you glanced down and gently teased him. ‘’what- this old thing?’’

Loki chuckled and his eyes raised back up to gaze upon yours, pulling you closer to press his lips back onto yours for a moment before pulling back. ‘’absolutely exquisite love, you’re just going to have to show me the rest of your wardrobe.’’ He teased, making you giggle and his body noticeably relaxed upon your mood change, making him kiss both of your hands while you smiled up at him.

‘’I wasn’t aware you were into fashion.’’ You teased.

‘’I’m not, but if it’s on you- or off, I’m very much into it.’’ He smirked and his arms slowly moved back to wrap around your waist, your hands resting against his chest to look up at him and smile.

‘’lets start with.. off.’’

~DM a song for your own Loki Musical Mischief one shot :D

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[lokis-actual-burden]

He Doesn’t See You the Way I Do

Loki x Fem!Reader

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I stared at Thor as he spoke to Natasha. Thor had been my best friend for over 3 years now. Or… not really? It was weird. If you were looking for me, you’d find me with Thor. If you were looking for him, you’d find him with me.

“You alright?” Tony pulled me from my thoughts. “Why are you always sitting alone at my parties?” He asked. I scoffed, pulling at the bottom of my shirt.

“I don’t know. Parties are Thor’s thing anyway.” I pointed out. Tony tilted his head.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He said, sitting down next to me. I shrugged.

“Well, I mean we’re good friends. I like to be around him but he just can’t seem to set aside his parties for me.” I explained.

“Well it’s not his party is it?” Tony asked. I rolled my eyes, looking over at him.

“No, but I’m sure he’d like it to be.” I said, glancing over at Thor again. Tony and I sat in silence for a moment before I noticed he was looking across the room.

“I still don’t like him being free and just…around.” He said, nodding in the direction of which he was looking. I followed his gaze over to Loki, Thor’s brother.

“Tony,” I started to say. But he held up a hand, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He said. “Looks like you’d be better friends with him than Point-Break over there.” I laughed at the nickname.

“We talk.” I told him. Tony looked at me with a surprised look.

“You talk? What like, what does that mean?” He asked, pressing his index finger to his lips. I smirked and stood up from the couch.

“Goodbye, Tony.” I said, with a wave. I made my way over to Loki, who was just scanning the crowd. I made eye contact with him and his gaze suddenly softened. I sat down on the arm of the chair he was sitting in.

“Hello.” He said softly, looking up at me.

“Hi.” I replied, looking out across the sea of people.

“Everything okay?” He asked, nudging my left leg slightly with his right shoulder. I nodded a bit. “Doesn’t seem like it.” I smiled down at him, sighing.

“Your brother is just,” I started to say, but Loki finished my thought.

“Confusing? Annoying? Yes I agree.” He said with a chuckle. I laughed. “I don’t see why you stick around him as much as you do.”

“I’m trying to figure that out myself.” I said, rubbing my palms along my thighs. He smiled and looked over at Thor.

“He’s a buffoon.” Loki said, leaning against my legs now.

“You talk so mean about him.” I giggled.

“Well it’s true. Look at him!” Loki said, holding out a hand gesturing to his brother, who was downing and entire keg of beer. We laughed in unison at the sight. We caught our breath after a moment and Loki continued his previous thought. “Besides, he’s even more of a fool for treating you the way he does.” I blushed at his words.

“No, it’s fine Loki. Really it is. That’s just Thor.” I replied. I turned my body a bit, reaching out and grabbing a small section of Loki’s hair, beginning to mindlessly braid it.

“He doesn’t see you the way I do.” Loki said softly. I smiled, continuing to braid the section of hair.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, looking down at him.

“I mean I believe you deserve respect.” He told me, looking up to meet my gaze. I stopped braiding and just stared. He smirked and I averted my eyes, getting more flustered than usual.

“Loki,” I said.

“You do. Don’t try to deny it. You deserve better than Thor.” He told me, reaching up and placing his hand on my cheek. I leaned into his touch for a brief moment before remembering where we were. I picked my head up and cleared my throat awkwardly. Just then, I made eye contact with Tony, who eyebrows were raised.

“Talking?” He mouthed from afar. I smirked and flipped him off, causing him to spin on his heels, facing the other way.

“Have I done something wrong?” Loki asked, regaining my attention. I looked down at him again before standing from the arm of the chair and taking his hand.

“No, not at all. Follow me.” I said with a smile, dragging him away from the party.

I pulled him behind me, trying to hide any trace of a smile. I didn’t need anyone thinking that Loki and I were… “talking”. Even though Tony already had his assumptions. As we entered an empty hallway, I slowed my pace and allowed Loki to ask his questions.

“What on Earth are you doing?” He asked, a hint of childlike curiosity in his voice. I looked up at him as I walked.

“Taking you to my special hideout!” I said happily. “I have a tendency to end up here during these stupid parties.”

“You don’t like them either?” He asked, reaching out to toss some of my hair back over my shoulder. I playfully smacked his hand away.

“No, not at all.” I replied. “Wait, either?” I asked, tilting my head.

“Surely someone as clever as you could tell that yours truly is not fond of parties.” He said, raising his eyebrows pitifully. I smirked at his compliment.

“Oh I could tell.” I said. “I’m not that clever, Loki.” I denied, knowing that he wouldn’t like me talking bad about myself.

“My dear,” he said, grasping my hand gently. “I’ve seen lots of humans in my time here. So you know you can believe me when I say that you are indeed one of the most clever.” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Loki.” I said. We walked a bit further down the hall, then I stopped, stooping down and counting the tile pattern in an upward motion.

“Three, four, five,” I counted, stopping on the sixth tile up from the floor. “Six.” I pushed the tile in with my finger, causing a secret door to open to the right of the tile.

“How did you,” Loki began, but I already knew what he was going to ask.

“I got mad one day and kicked the wall on this exact tile. I don’t even think Tony knows it’s here.” I said.

“Would I be wrong in saying Thor was the one who upset you?” Loki asked, starting to make his way into the secret door. I blushed a deep red, thinking back on the day I kicked the wall.

“You are neither wrong nor right.” I replied, following him in and turning to close the door behind us.

“So there were two reasons?” He asked, looking at me over his shoulder.

“More like, a reason and a half.” I said teasingly.

“Thor being one… and the other?” Loki said, stopping to stand in front of me. I looked down at my hands, fidgeting nervously.

“Um, myself?” I said, playfully kicking the tip of his boot.

“What on Earth for?” He asked, using his thumb and index finger to tilt my chin up. I met his worried gaze and my stomach dropped.

“I-I don’t know. It was a long time ago.” I replied. He chuckled mischievously.

“I don’t believe you.” He said sweetly. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

“Why do you care so much anyway?” I asked, turning from him and walking toward the little couch I managed to sneak in here a few weeks ago. He was quick to follow, sitting down next to me and pushing his knees against mine.

“Would you rather me not care?” He replied, leaning forward to meet my downward gaze.

“Not about this. It’s irrelevant.” I told him, looking up at him.

“Not to me.” He said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Why won’t you let anyone care for you?” He asked, getting slightly upset over the matter.

“I’ve tried!” I said angrily. “But no one seems to stick around very long.” I looked down at my hands again, tears blurring my vision. Silence hung heavy in the air. Suddenly, Loki sighed.

“Darling,” he began, reaching out to grab my hands. I looked up at him and he brushed his thumbs along the tops of my knuckles. “Anyone who does not want to stick around you is a fool.” I scoffed.

“Let me guess, like your brother?” I said with a small smile. He laughed and nodded.

“Now you’re getting it.” He reassured. “Come here.” Loki wrapped his arms around me, pulling me as close as possible. We sat in each others embrace for a while. I kept my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“Now tell me.” He started, placing his hand on my cheek. “Why were you upset with yourself?” He asked. I sighed, leaning into his touch.

“I found myself falling for you.” I admitted. Loki’s face contorted into a look of confusion.

“You were upset about that?” He asked, brushing my cheek with his thumb comfortingly.

“I was scared of getting my heart broken again.” I said, closing my eyes, hoping I would open them and not be in this situation anymore. My heart was racing. My face was hot. I was embarrassed. I couldn’t believe I had just admitted my feelings to Loki.

“Oh my dear.” he said sadly, tilting my head up more. He leaned forward a bit, our noses barely touching. “May I?” He whispered. I nodded slowly, butterflies erupting in the pit of my stomach. Then his lips were on mine. He was so soft and gentle, treating me as though I would shatter into a million pieces. Loki pulled away after a moment, a smile spread across his lips.

“Loki,” I began.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“I do, um, still have those feelings for you.” I told him. He chuckled and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” He teased. I smiled, and buried my face in his shoulder, embarrassed. “What do you think Thor will have to say about this?” Loki asked, stroking my hair.

“He’ll give me grief for sure.” I told him.

“No, I won’t let him.” He replied protectively.

“Thank you, Loki.” I said.

“Anything for you, love.” He said, placing a kiss on my forehead.

[vampireimiko]

Adam Warlock (with a closed off reader) Headcanons !!

warnings, none 👅

note, GUYS I NEED THE PRESIDENT LOKI SKIN SO BAD 💔💔

Being assigned to work with Adam Warlock was… unexpected. Actually, it was downright baffling. Of all the people to pair you with, they chose him—the golden boy, the literal perfect human.

And who decided this, you might ask? None other than Rocket.

“Listen, I ain’t sayin’ you need friends or whatever,” Rocket had said, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. “But you’re always brooding in the corner, and Goldilocks over there could use a little more—what’s the word—edge. So, congrats. You’re partners now.”

You readied yourself to argue and protest, but Rocket was already walking away before you could get a word in. So now, here you were, stuck with Adam Warlock on some intergalactic mission, the two of you an absolute contrast in both appearance and personality.

Adam, as expected, was completely unbothered by the arrangement. If anything, he seemed intrigued.

“You have a rather… intense aura,” he noted, floating beside you as you both scanned the landscape of the planet you were on. His tone wasn’t mocking—just curious. “You guard yourself as if the universe itself is a threat.”

You scoffed. “Aren’t you supposed to be all-knowing or something? Figure it out.”

He didn’t seem offended by your snark. In fact, he smiled a little. “That would take the fun out of getting to know you, wouldn’t it? You have so much sass for someone so short.”

You shot him a glare. “Say that again, Goldilocks.”

Adam tilted his head, as if genuinely considering it. “You are quite short,” he mused, then added, “in comparison to me, of course.”

Your glare deepened, but Adam just smiled—like he had already figured out you wouldn’t actually get mad at him for it. Annoying.

You’d make snarky remarks. He’d take them in stride.

You’d try to push him away. He’d stay right where he was.

You’d insist you worked better alone. He’d simply say, “Perhaps. But you are not alone.”

At first, it was infuriating. You weren’t used to people wanting to be around you, especially someone as—let’s face it—golden as Adam. He was like the sun itself, warm and bright, and you were content lurking in the shade. But he never let the darkness swallow you completely.

You’d make some grumbled excuse to leave, and he’d follow with that same easy stride. “Where are we going?”

“We?” you’d scoff. “I’m going somewhere. You can stay here.”

He never does.

During missions, you noticed he never hesitated to have your back. Not just in battle—where he was, unsurprisingly, a force to be reckoned with—but even in casual situations.

There was a time when someone called you difficult to work with and Adam had responded, “I find them rather delightful.”

You had stared at him for a good thirty seconds after that one.

And yet, despite all this, he never forced you to open up. If anything, he seemed content with whatever you gave him, no matter how little. He simply existed in your space, patient as ever, as if he knew the walls you built weren’t as impenetrable as you thought.

Then, one evening, after another long mission, you caught yourself waiting for him to sit beside you at the ship’s window. And when he did, you didn’t find yourself moving away.

additional note ! i need a new phone

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[bones4thecats]

If its not to much to ask, could I request ror character's ( Poseidon, Hades, Thor and Hermes) with a blind reader.

Also have been following along for 2 months now and I have been loving everything you write 💛

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Poseidon, Hades, Thor, and Hermes Name: {Character} Handling Their Blind S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: Aw! Thank you for following me for two months, Anon! And thank you for the compliment, I've been writing since I was really young and had my massive 'gacha-faze'. I wrote a small story that I called 'Emotionless', typical gacha-kid shit, I know🤣

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🔱 He was one of the first deities to actually be around you and not get annoyed

🔱 When Poseidon first met you, you were being guided by Proteus to his throne room because you were a new assistant that Hades had gotten to help work with connecting Poseidon to his brothers

🔱 At first the God of the Sea didn't hate you, but he didn't like you either, since you would occasionally bump into things

🔱 But, after a while, Poseidon began to sympathize for you, it wasn't your choice to be blind, after all!

🔱 Whenever you guys would go out, he would either have you grab his trident to make sure you stayed near him, or he'd hold your hand to keep you safe and nearby

🔱 Because you cannot see, sometimes you bump into him from behind, which prompted him to get some guards to be around you whenever he was busy with work

🔱 If you ever wanted to go out with someone, he keeps the same guards around you, it's not that he doesn't believe you can defend yourself, after all, you're in a relationship with the one described as emotionless and tyrannical-filled, but, he does it because he wants you to be completely safe, no matter what

🔱 It would hurt him far to much to know he could've done something to keep you safe

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💀 He met you on similar lines as Poseidon did

💀 Work was piling up, and he needed to get an assistant, so he had gotten you, who was recommended by Hermes, to help him out with the paper work

💀 You were an amazing helper, and while you helped him with paper work, his heart began to ache for you beyond anything he ever felt before

💀 Hades would smile and chuckle whenever you accidentally ran into something by accident

💀 He loves looking into your smooth and milky white eyes, it reminded him of looking into the sight of the moon at midnight throughout his childhood

💀 This Olympic brother smiles everytime you grab his hand to make sure you didn't run into anyone when attending a meeting or large gathering for either the Greek Pantheon or a combination of all different pantheons

💀 When attending meetings with his brothers or a Gods' Council meeting, he would have you either rest of his lap or sit right next to him, making sure you didn't accidentally move and get lost

💀 It happened once, and that was how you met Shiva's wives, Parvati, Kali, and Durga

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🌩️ Thor was used to being around people with different issues, since his father was half-blind

🌩️ When he met you, he had to protect you from Loki's taunting, since he could tell you were blind and had no idea what was going on

🌩️ And Thor cannot stand people being taunted without any form of defense, he finds it pathetic for the antagonist to prey on someone without any form of backlash ability

🌩️ He does not find you weaker because of your blindness at all, but he does enjoy it when you use your words against Loki

🌩️ Hearing him taunt you and then shut up once you mention how his voice reminds you of a dying cat being thrown against a barrel of rocks? Oh yeah, that is one of your keys in getting the God of Thunder to smile

🌩️ Thor always wants some kind of physical touch to make sure you were safe, since Mjölnir's handle was definitely far to large for your hands to hold tightly

🌩️ Whenever attending a meeting of any kind with him, Thor holds you close, making sure nobody, specifically Loki, took you away from his side

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📨 You were being talked about non-stop by Aphrodite, due to your condition of being completely blind

📨 Hermes was no doubt interested, since you had survived so long without being completely annihilated by an angered God

📨 He was very much known for his patience, and that was something you both gave off when meeting for the first time

📨 Aphrodite took you to meet the Greek Pantheon during a meeting, and when you spoke to Hermes with a small smile, despite being tormented by not seeing his face, he smiled back with equal joy

📨 You had grown up with this condition, so your way of direction was decent, but when Aphrodite had to speak with the God of the Sun, Apollo, alone, Hermes stuck beside you so you didn't sun into a God that may get the wrong idea

📨 Zeus

📨 He and you definitely practice your sense of direction often, so, whenever he was sent out on a message-spree, he would occasionally take you with, so you got used to Valhalla

📨 But, whenever he couldn't, he'd give you to a fellow God, most likely being Hades, Aphrodite, Heracles, or even Apollo