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The Garden Gate

Pairing: Medieval!Loki x Reader Word Count: 6,514

Warnings: smut, mentions of infidelity, language, bodily fluids, jealousy, Loki in a poofy shirt

A/N: Well, I haven't done this in a while. I had to go look for an old post to see how I used to do these openings. LUL Anywho, y'all can thank @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for this one. She sent me a picture and then I asked her for three characters and three scenarios and this one is the one that spoke to me the most. I did put my own spin on it but that's just me. Anywho, I'm not sure how many of my old readers will read this but I hope y'all like it. Anything y'all have to say about it is also greatly appreciated. xoxo

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Your family’s fall from grace had been nothing short of spectacular.

It had started first with the crumbling of respect from the men and heads of other houses. The gentry had taken offense to the shame of your father and eldest brother’s retreat at the battle for Carmine Valley, so named for the blush of trees that peppered the expanse of lush green and the strange but beautiful red waters of the central lake.

Had Lord Odinson’s own knights not been flanking from the western ridges, the valley would have fallen into the hands of the northern enemy forces. A great loss seeing as the valley was the largest producer of grain and vegetables in the kingdom.

The fallout had been catastrophic. Both your father and brother had been sent to the wild woods to the southernmost parts of the kingdom to work off their shame and languish in the dangerous labor camps where men were said to be torn into shreds by beasts as large as a carriage.

Even though you loved them very much, you couldn’t help the anger within your veins at their betrayal to not only the kingdom, but to your very family. The abandonment that their retreat meant. They knew what doing so would do to you, your mother, and younger brother.

If it were not for the King’s good nature, you’d have no doubt found yourself working in some brothel alongside your mother leaving your younger brother, at the tender age of seven, exposed to the worst parts of society.

The seediest brothels were not above selling children, you knew. No matter that the King had signed a death warrant for anyone known to sell or buy said company. It was the worst of sins and it breaks your heart to know that one man’s generosity saved all three of you from that life when he could have very well condemned it.

Knowing this–knowing how bad it could have been–doesn’t change the fact that your life now is still torture. Torture of a different kind, but torture all the same.

The King’s kindness came in the form of service. While your family was stripped of all titles and wealth, you’d also lost your beloved.

That is the true source of agony in your chest as you struggle with the bucket of waste water you’re holding, trying desperately not to slosh it around too hard. The last thing you want to do is to go to bed smelling of someone else’s bodily fluids.

The thick wool of your simple navy dress and the apron you keep tied over it are both great for absorbing disgusting materials. Already in need of a wash, the white ruffle along the neckline is frayed and yellowing despite the gown being only a few months old.

Edging along the courtyard wall, you try not to rush. The exhaustion in your body begs for sleep. Even months later the labor of working in the castle as a servant to former peers has not grown easier.

Wincing as the rough rope of the bucket burns the center of your palms, you almost sigh but instead freeze at the sight before you.

You’d know his silhouette anywhere.

The light is low here, a small lamp just beyond the open garden gate illuminates them from behind and hides their expressions but you don’t need to see to understand.

Her lips are parted, head pressed back against the door, hand braced against the warm brown and ornately carved wood. Her legs are parted a little too wide, a subtle motion of his left arm and the bunch of fabric around his forearm tell you enough of what you’ve stumbled upon.

You’re embarrassed and try to fade back into the darkness of the small courtyard behind you.

His shoulder length hair, black as a raven’s feather, is disheveled. You notice her hand gripping it tightly as his arm pumps.

A wispy, sultry moan slips through her parted lips and you stumble, gasping your own bit of surprise as you try not to spill the bucket’s contents.

A small splash, luckily away from you but the shuffle of feet and the rustle of fabric tells you that you’ve been noticed.

You look up, Lord Loki stands facing you, hands fisted as she hides behind him quickly adjusting her skirts.

“Oh, it’s you,” Lord Loki says, disdain in his voice.

Everyone here hates you. You already know this. Your father’s sins are your own. Nothing can change that.

“Finally where you belong,” the girl says and you recognize the voice with a small shock of pain in your chest. “You smell like piss.”

Lord Loki chuckles and you shrink just a little. More embarrassed by your own situation than catching them in the act. In fact, you’re disgusted by both of them, not only because of their audacity to do this at all, but because the woman whose fingers Lord Loki were just in is also your once beloved’s fiance.

Your former confidant. Lady Amora Antress. You’d once considered her your closest friend. Now here she stands, betrothed to one brother while fucking the other. The venom she spits at you is also unappreciated and painful to hear.

How long had she hated you before your downfall? How long had she waited before pursuing Thor?

“Aren’t you going to reply to her ladyship, servant?” Lord Loki asks, gleeful mirth in his voice as he takes a step towards you.

You bow your head even more, holding the bucket in your hands as still as you can while your hands struggle with the burn of the rope.

Amora scoff, “Pathetic. Leave her be, Loki. She’s where she deserves to be. She’s not worth the breath in our lungs.”

You don’t mean to cry. The utter betrayal of your once friend hurts more even than the loss of your once future husband.

“Are you crying?” Amora laughs, moving around Lord Loki, her shoes clicking against the brick of the courtyard. She stops in front of you, arms crossed over her ample bosom, still exposed more than it should be from what she and Lord Loki were just about to do. “You’re pathetic. The least you could do is be invisible while you serve.”

You say nothing, fist tightening around the rope. Pain shifts into rage at the cruelty in her words.

The wind blows and you can smell the scent of their near copulation. Luckily, it’s driven away by the vines of jasmine that creep along the tops of the brick wall.

She doesn’t deserve Thor. But you know that he never deserved you either. The rate at which he moved on…

Almost as if she’s sensing your thoughts, she takes a step closer and drops her voice to a whisper. You know Lord Loki will still be able to hear.

“Poor little flower, so careless and trusting.” She smiles. “You know it was so easy to seduce Thor. Even before your disgrace of a father betrayed his kingdom, Thor came to my bed often. Such a chaste little thing you were. You had no idea that every night after he whispered sweet promises in your ear of a happy future, he was burying his cock deep in my cunt, whispering how glorious I felt around him. Promising that even after you married, he would slip away and fuck me because no cunt could be as good as mine.”

Whore. Your heart shattered. Finally your eyes met hers.

She took a slight step back at whatever she saw in them. The hatred coursing through you set your teeth on edge. You wanted so much to rip her hair from its roots. If you could gouge her eyes out with your fingers without the consequence of a beheading, you would.

Perhaps she could see that promise of death in your eyes.

She scoffed, a reaction to whatever fear she felt in that moment.

“Now, now, ladies.” Lord Loki chastised, “Let’s keep things civil.”

“Civility? From a servant?” Amora looked at him then back at you, her hateful smirk twisting her pretty face into an ugly mask.

No…this is her true face. Her long blonde hair, pale skin, and green eyes might make her superficially beautiful, but you can see the true ugliness in her now.

“Trash knows no civility.” She spits.

Done with this encounter you make to move around her to finish your duties. You need rest. Body and now soul exhausted, the sanctuary of your quarters beckons like a beacon.

She steps in your way, smiling cruelly as she does.

You make to move around her again. She blocks you once more.

Body shaking with rage, you don’t bother stopping this time as she steps in front of you. Instead you let yourself fall against her, your bucket sloshing loudly as you angle the wide opening towards her.

The smell of piss and shit slices through the scent of sex and jasmine.

Amora screams, stepping back quickly until she bumps into Lord Loki who quickly pushes her away from himself, a wrinkle of disgust on his handsome face.

The green damask pattern of her silk gown grows slowly darker as the piss soaks into the fabric. A dark brown stain sets in towards the bottom.

“You probably should have moved out of my way, my lady.” The casual tone of your voice, the respect you can now fake like a professional grifter sounds so real that your taunt sounds like an apology.

“You bitch!” Amora growls.

Lord Loki catches her by the arm before she can move towards you.

“Perhaps, Lady Antress, you may want to go and change? If what you say is true and my brother will seek you out, I doubt very much he’d desire your company if you smell like shit and piss. No matter how delicious your cunt may be.” Lord Loki’s smirk gives away his delight at Amora’s distress.

Almost as soon as he’s grabbed her, he drops his hand and angles himself away from her slowly to avoid being soiled as well.

“Forgive me, my lady,” you curtsy, a perfect bow. “It was an accident.”

Amora glares at you then looks at Lord Loki who has taken to pressing the fingers of his right hand against his nose to shield from the smell, affixing her with a look of amused disgust.

Amora huffs, “Fuck you.” Then turns and stomps past you across the courtyard and disappears into the castle.

“That was nicely done,” Lord Loki says once you’re alone.

You give him a quick curtsy and move towards the gate to toss the remaining waste where it belongs in the river just past the far end of the large hedged garden.

Ignoring the sound of his following footsteps against the gravel and footstones, you wander through the fragrant rows of flowers.

“If anyone had been watching, no one would have doubted your sincerity with that apology.” He declares, hastening his footsteps to catch up with you, settling in to your right as he matches your pace. “I’m impressed. You never gave me the impression that you even knew how to lie let alone be deceptive.”

Grinding your teeth, you attempt to ignore him. You don’t engage.

He reaches out to grab your arm but you stop and twist away from him, disgust on your face as you stare at his left hand pointedly.

For a moment he looks confused and then laughs once in realization and takes his hand back.

“You won’t tell my brother, will you? About my…meeting with Lady Antress?” Lord Loki doesn’t sound like he actually cares.

You know that he and Thor never truly got along once they were of age. As children they had been inseparable. You’d followed them around and they’d welcomed you into their company as a playmate despite your gender.

Not until you also were of age did you realize that your parents and their parents had seen your friendship as an indicator of good fortune for a future marriage.

As the elder brother, Thor had been chosen. Your heart, having been devoted to Thor even as a girl, had been so full. Eagerly you’d thrown yourself into the arrangement of your marriage. Only now did you begin to realize that perhaps your heart had been the only one truly invested in the promises that Thor had made.

Agony cuts you again, tearing your heart apart a little more as the feeling of stupidity makes your eyes prick with tears again.

“Did you truly not know that Thor and Amora were fucking?” Lord Loki asks, voice devoid of anything but genuine curiosity.

A tear slips down along your cheek as you turn and resume your walk. Lord Loki follows.

“You wound me.” He says, voice low. “Were we not also friends before?”

Scoffing, you readjust the bucket and wince at the pain of the rope as you feel your skin break. You drop it, Lord Loki stepping back quickly but nothing splashes out this time. Most of the contents were currently soaking through Amara’s gown.

You lift your hand up, staring at the peel of skin and the slick of the pink muscle beneath as red begins to pool along the edges of the tear.

Just another wound. It’ll seal and heal and scar, joining the others on your once smooth hands.

The bite of pain gives you a reason to let your tears fall. You don’t hold them back as you sob quietly, uncaring of the audience to your humiliation.

“He’s an asshole,” Lord Loki states, stepping up in front of you. “Always has been. Arrogant, proud, and foolhardy. Thinks with his cock more than his brain.”

Again, you scoff. The irony of Lord Loki, whom you just caught fingering your former best friend in the garden, telling you that Thor thinks first with his cock does not escape you.

Lord Loki clears his throat, embarrassed?

“If I’d been your betrothed,” Lord Loki continues. “I’d have worshiped the ground you walk on.”

“You’re a liar, and just as susceptible to Amara’s games as he apparently is. Does it make you feel happy to sleep with your brother’s fiance? Does it give you pleasure to betray him?” You spit at him, angry at yourself, at Thor, at Amara, at your father and brother.

You’re just so angry. You’re always angry now. Even when you’re sad, you’re angry.

“Are you really worried about my betrayal against him when Amara just exposed him for the hypocrite he is?” Lord Loki demands, a little affronted by your ire.

Biting down hard on your lip, you squeeze around the wound on your hand.

“You’re all hypocrites. All of you deserve each other.” You realize and reach down to take the bucket again but are stopped by Lord Loki’s hand as it takes hold of the bucket for you.

He doesn’t wait for you to say anything and instead moves towards the gate at the end of the garden.

Quickly, you hurry after him, eager to take the bucket from him before anyone might look out onto the grounds and see him interfering with your duties. The punishment you’d receive would be painful.

“My Lord, please,” you finally beg, unable to really catch up with his long legged stride. “I’ll be punished if they find out.”

Lord Loki says nothing but strides out through the gate into the wooded expanse behind the garden.

Expertly, probably from the many hunts he’s gone on around the castle, he winds through the trees towards the rushing river whose roar you begin to hear.

“My Lord,” you hurry after him, nearly catching up but then he turns and disappears behind a tree only to emerge before another one. “Please,” you beg.

Taking a quick glance behind you towards the castle and its countless illuminated windows, you don’t see anyone watching but panic has begun to take hold.

He shifts and turns, stomping over the wild grass, the occasional crack of twig or fallen branch as he steps onto it, eaten by the rush of the water now louder.

You’re almost running now to keep up with him and still you lose sight of him when he turns around a particularly large tree. You stop beside it, scanning the area for him desperately.

The dungeons are so damp this time of year. You don’t want to get locked up if you can help it. Illness is something you don’t have much experience with and with your body weak and unhealthy now compared to the grace and flush of perfection you’d been with money and a constantly full belly, you might succumb to any serious illness.

You don’t want to die, despite the hardships you face.

With no sign of him, you move towards the section of river you always go to empty your buckets.

Minutes later you break through the treeline and spot Lord Loki crouched by the water, damp bucket set beside him now empty and rinsed.

Breathing heavily, you try to catch your breath and press your hand against your thundering heart, forgetting for a moment about the wound there and hiss.

Lord Loki rises, turning to look at you with a furrowed brow as he shakes the water from his hands and dries them on his dark emerald jerkin. He pulls down the puffed sleeves of his black shirt, fastening them around his wrists again but only finishes one before he’s holding his hand out for you.

“Come,” he orders. Not a request.

You don’t move, holding your wounded hand still as you watch him, pale skin nearly glowing in the light of the moon.

“Come here,” he orders again and this time you move towards him only a step. He steps towards you once, his hand held up again with more emphasis. “Shall I say please? Am I wrong? Were we not also friends?”

He smirks, amused by your hesitation for some reason.

Asshole. How dare he throw the past in your face. It’s coercion to remind you of your bond as children.

Unwilling to let him get the satisfaction of seeing you be defiant, you close the distance between you.

He takes your hand, holding it up close so that he can see it clearly. The moon is bright enough that he can and he pulls you towards the river’s edge. Squatting down again, he pulls you down with him.

You kneel, inching towards the edge as he pulls your hand into the water.

A hiss escapes your lips as the water coats the wound, tugging at the bit of skin still holding on until it tears free.

He holds it under the water for a minute then brings it back up to examine, pulling your arm so that you shift to face him and he does the same, kneeling before you.

“It’ll scar,” he realizes, but notes the other small scars that now cover your palm underneath the base of each finger.

You watch him as he traces each scar with his thumb, the golden emerald ring on his finger cool to the touch after being submerged in the cold river water for a bit. It feels nice against the heated skin of your palms. The friction of the rope burning them both.

“I remember when your hands were soft,” he notes.

Self conscious, you make to yank your hand from his grip but he tightens it and meets your eyes in silent order not to try that again.

Holding your gaze, he brings your palm up towards his mouth. Heart hammering against your chest, you try again to yank it from him but his lips close around the wound.

A strange tumble of knots in your stomach work their way up into your chest and constrict your heart.

More strange than that, a shift between your legs has your face and neck burning. Ears so hot that the breeze of the late spring air feels cold in comparison.

“Stop that,” you tell him, voice weak from shock at both his actions and your body’s reaction to it.

He does. Pulling your hand away from his mouth to look the wound over.

“The bleeding stopped,” he states, then reaches for your apron.

The tearing of fabric sends our heart seizing but more arousal pools between your legs. Embarrassed, you look away from him as he wraps your hand tightly. He must have dealt with many small injuries on his hunts because he ties the wrap around your palm securely and nothing save for cutting the fabric away will undo it.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asks, voice low and deep. Almost dark in the way it slithers across your skin in a sultry embrace.

“No.” You answer honestly. “And it’s probably only because I caught you and you didn’t get to stick it in Amara.”

He releases your hand as you pull against his grip but he reaches forward to place his hand on your cheek. His left hand.

You almost pull away but remember him drying his hands on his vest. He’d deliberately washed both hands. Why?

“I meant what I said,” he whispers. “I would have worshiped the ground you walk on. I still can, if you’ll let me.”

“I’m a servant,” you spit, turning to look at him with anger and betrayal. “Anything you do to me will be forced merely by the fact that I cannot deny you anything you might want.”

Lord Loki frowns.

“You think so badly of me?” He wonders, hurt in his green eyes.

Your mind flashes back to your childhood. You, Thor, and Lord Loki running to the stables of his estate. You fall. Both Thor and Lord Loki stop but it’s Lord Loki that rushes back to you, helping you up and dusting you off as you cry loudly.

Thor rushes away, laughing in his eagerness to mount his horse.

More memories of your childhood assault you with images of Lord Loki and his kindness. Frequent acts of compassion and what you might have once considered friendly love. Thor’s are fewer and mostly contained to the days after your betrothal had been agreed upon.

“You will never be a servant to me,” Lord Loki assures you.

“It is what I am,” you counter. “You cannot simply ignore it.”

Lord Loki sighs, “You’ve always been so stubborn.”

He lets his hand glide down along the side of your neck, over your shoulder, down along your arm, and then he settles it along the side of your waist, the shape stiff thanks to the corset underneath.

It’s almost unbearable that he’s here, in your shame of servitude. His touch is confusing. You almost ask him why it feels so strange but instead focus on what’s most important.

“Is it true?” you ask, voice wary and quiet.

“Is what true?” There are so many things you could mean, you realize.

Part of you almost doesn’t want to know. So you hesitate.

Something softens in Lord Loki’s eyes as if he suddenly knows what you’re going to ask.

“Were…did Thor and Amara…?” You shake your head, trying not to let the pain show.

“Yes,” he answers, voice firm. He wants you to know that it’s true. No hesitation in his answer. “A few times even with you nearby. You almost caught them a handful of times. Were you only a few moments earlier or later.”

Head falling, you can’t help the tears that spring forth. So much of your past had been a lie. The strength of your house. The friendships you held dear. Your betrothed hadn’t truly loved you. If he had, he would not have betrayed you.

“My brother paints a pretty picture. Despite what he wants others to think he is changeable. He is impatient. Clearly that was his undoing with you. He is rash and prideful. He doesn’t think about what he does before he does it and because he would be insulted by it, would it not be sweet revenge to dangle what he wanted most in the open for all to see?” His words are slow and sure.

The last bit of his speech is careful and calculated. You can hear the manipulation in his words even though he tries not to let you. You’ve known him too long. Lord Loki also changed when you were betrothed to Thor. A shift of his usual kindness had taken place and the sneering Lord had been born. Intent on his own machinations to pry forth the dreary truths of his life.

He’d never been cold and harsh but he became so after your engagement. Thor had called him a snake and even then you could see it. The skill with which Lord Loki had developed his manipulating tactics and the precision with which he enabled them are known to you.

So you know what he’s saying even if he won’t say it clearly.

He takes hold of your chin and slowly lifts your head until he can see your eyes. There’s a strange eagerness in his own greens as he tries to read you. There’s a question there, an uncertain probing as his hand at your waist grows tighter, wrapping around to rest on your back, arching your body towards him.

That strange feeling between your legs surges. It’s Amara’s sneering face that breaks down your defenses. It’s the pride in her words as she’d bragged about being with Thor while you were still betrothed to him that shatters your will.

You do want to get revenge. You want Thor to know that you don’t care anymore. That he means as little to you now as you did to him then.

And what better way to show him that than with the one person he’d hate it happening with the most?

He might overlook some random stablehand. He might ignore some merchant’s son, even if he were above your station.

With Lord Loki…the bite would be as harsh as the sting of Amara’s venom was to you.

“Loki…” you whisper and he surges forward.

His lips are over yours, moving and massaging as you at first merely take his kiss.

He hates it. He pulls back and tilts his head the other way, kissing you more enthusiastically, trying to draw some type of reaction from you.

It’s taking you longer to submit than you thought it would take.

He pulls back one final time and tilts his head back again before this time pressing his lips against your own slowly. He doesn’t move then but instead waits, puckering against yours as he tugs you towards him instead of shoving himself onto you.

Strong lithe arms wrap around your waist and pull you up onto your knees and against his chest. He holds you so close, so tight. It isn’t rough or demanding but needy. As if he can’t get you close enough to his own body and he can only draw you closer and closer in the hopes that it’ll fill something in him that needs filling.

You place your hands on his shoulder as you tilt your head back with his kiss.

Finally, you find the strength in your body and pucker your own lips and return this gentle kiss.

Shock flashes in his eyes as he opens them to look at you. You watch the confusion bloom in them but then shut your own and give in.

Loki’s lips part and envelop yours. It shocks you the way it sends those knots back into your stomach. In response you do the same, enveloping his lips with your own.

Loki’s hands splay out against your back and he groans as he opens his mouth and the tip of his tongue slides against the crease of your lip in question.

In answer, you open for him and welcome his searching tongue with your own. The taste of him, the scent of him, it overwhelms and you gasp as you lose yourself in the moment.

You feel his hands drift around to your front, his right sliding up along your bodice until he can cup your breast, a groan slipping through his lips as he breaks your kiss and traces wet open kisses along your jaw, neck, and shoulder.

“Loki…” you gasp without ever having given your mouth permission to speak.

He bites your neck when you say his name. You moan and he licks the spot to soothe it.

“Loki…” You whisper again.

He’s driven mad by it and before your mind can understand what is happening, he’s laying over you, hands moving wildly underneath your back, running along your sides, fumbling around until he finds where your dress is fastened and he pulls at the ties.

“Should I stop?” He asks, breathless and looking as if he would like nothing more than to keep going.

“No.”

“Mm,” he moans and kisses you again, tongue claiming your mouth as his own.

You can feel him tearing away your apron and then your dress. Too eager to pull it off you completely, he merely shoves it down so that he lays spread out along your waist.

He looks down at you, the corset you wear hiding very little of your breasts. He kisses them each in turn, the soft fleshy bits that pool up above your undergarment.

You shudder at the touch of his lips.

“Has anyone kissed you here before?” He wonders. You’re not sure if he wants  an answer or not but you shake your head anyway.

As he nuzzles the soft flesh, his hands work on the corset, pulling at strings blindly until it gives way and he pulls it off of you exposing you completely.

The cool air of the night perks your nipples more than his touch already has and he takes both breasts in his hands, pushing them together as he stares to the point of embarrassment.

Before you can cover yourself, he takes one into his mouth, suckling softly to draw soft moans from your open mouth.

He sees it, your gaping mouth, and seals it with his own, his tongue nearly in a frenzy as he devours your whimpers.

Cool air hits your suddenly exposed legs. You gasp sharply as he thrusts suddenly and the hard press of his cock rubs against you, shielded only by the fabric of his pants.

“Shall I stop?” He asks again, hands running down along your torso where he takes each breast in hand, massaging them slowly before rolling each of your nipples in slow deliberate circles.

“Don’t stop.”

It’s almost torture when he removes his hands from your overheated body. But you enjoy the sight as he removes his jerkin, followed shortly by his shirt. His body is sculpted but tight, not bulky. Lithe limbs hard and eager as he reaches down beneath your skirts in search of what he desires.

He hisses when his fingers touch you, soaking wet, and you reach down to hold his wrist not to stop but simply to hold on.

The thought crosses your mind that he’s already had someone else like this tonight and it almost makes you pull away. You’re so close to stopping but he sees the thought in your eyes and leans over you, removing his hand he leans over you, pressing his chest against yours and silencing your thoughts with a slow kiss.

It burns through you, the meaning clear.

“Shall I only touch you from now on, darling?” he whispers, kissing your chin then suckling along your throat.

He’ll leave marks…

“Tell me and I will only touch you.” He promises.

“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep, Loki.” You chastise him, mood nearly breaking again at the memory of the endless promises Thor had made you.

“I will never break a promise to you. Tell me to refrain and I will. I meant what I said,” he kisses his way up to your ear, licking the shell of it before hot breath sends your skin prickling. “I will worship the ground you walk on if you will only let me.”

He thrusts again. You shut your eyes, gasping at the cock straining for freedom.

“H-How do I know I can trust you?” You ask, unintentionally letting him see how desperate you are to do so.

He kisses you again, genuine and hungry for it.

“Give me a week and I shall truly prove it. Trust me until then and you shall see the depths of my willingness and devotion.”

He thrusts again and maybe you’re a fool for allowing yourself to consider this when he’s got you right where he wants you, but you nod.

“Only touch me,” you order him.

He smirks. He reaches down between your legs again and with one finger slowly strokes from the bottom of your cunt to the top, the lurid sounds of your wetness poignant despite the rushing river beside you.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises.

One finger. He uses only one finger and the pressure is intense. Sensations you’ve never felt before awaken every nerve ending in your body. His thumb presses against your clit and you nearly sit up with the shock of pleasure that rushes through you.

He adds a second finger, moving slowly as he pumps them in and out.

“Shall I stop, darling?”

“Never stop,” you gasp, still gripping his wrist.

Another smirk on that handsome face, his green eyes dazzling you as he shifts back to his knees.

He licks his lips as he pulls a tie free at the front of his trousers and slowly pushes them lower and lower until he can kick free of them completely.

The length of him is breathtaking. He reaches down and strokes his cock, slowly running his thumb along the shiny pink head before he scoots closer, your skirt blocking him from view.

He rubs himself against you, slicking himself with your own arousal.

There he waits, watching you as you brace your hands on the soft grass beneath you but open your legs wider.

Your eyes meet and both of you know that there will be no coming back from this choice. Nothing either of you do will ever erase this line you’ve nearly crossed completely.

He pushes in slowly, leaning over you as he gets deeper and deeper until he’s buried completely. Chest to chest. Face to face. He grunts deep, face twitching as he settles within you.

It’s so much pressure it’s painful. The feeling of him is so foreign. You’re not sure whether it feels good or not.

“Fuck,” he whispers and tenses then shudders. You feel a wave of heat within you, followed by the sensation of slow moving drippage. “You feel…”

He seems lost for words. Do you feel terrible?

He pulls his hips back just a bit and pushes back in.

You whimper, pushing against his chest to look down where your bodies connect.

“Loki,” you fret.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises. “Be calm my sweet. I will ease you into this.”

Each thrust into you, his pelvis pushes against your clit and each time you moan, wishing he’d do that more. The feeling of him is filling, strange, but not unpleasant. Just different.

As your body relaxes a bit more, Loki’s thrusts grow faster. You smile unintentionally as he presses against your clit more often.

“You like that?” he wonders, stopping as he pushes all the way in and then rolls his hips against you.

Your responding moan gives him confirmation and he settles himself over you fully.

As he thrusts he presses harder against you, lingering for a moment before doing it again and again. The slap of his skin against yours grows louder and he finds a rhythm that has you both breathless and moaning.

“Loki,” you plead, feeling the build up of tension within your body.

“Come for me, darlin,” he kisses you, subduing your voice as he pumps into you.

You’re unsure for certain what he means but your body seems to listen. You wrap your legs around him, holding him as close as you can as he continues to thrust into you. The sweat of his body glistens in the moonlight. The soft silk of his hair tickles your skin as he arches up slightly so that he can take your breast into his mouth again as he keeps pumping into you.

You feel it…so close.

“Loki,” you whimper, wanting to reach the end of this tightrope.

He growls once and brings his hand down between your connected bodies. His thumb presses against your clit firmly. He presses and presses, rolling it in small circles with such precise pressure.

Your body explodes into endless fuzzy light. You arch into him, trembling as his thumb continues to draw pleasure from you in spasms as he keeps moving his cock in and out.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts and thrusts one final time his whole body tight in its release as that same sensation of heat fills you again.

Both of you seem to have stars in your eyes as he collapses on top of you, kissing you slowly with his eyes wide open to watch the expression of pure bliss on your face.

“I think-” Loki says, pulling back as he slowly helps to pull your dress up a bit to cover your exposed breasts. He kisses each one before he does so. “-it goes without saying that I would appreciate it if I was the only one allowed to touch you.”

You’re floating, swathed in golden light, unable to process anything he’s saying because of the pure escape from and yet complete connection to your body Loki’s cock just gave you.

You hear him chuckle. He pinches your cheek, drawing your attention back to him.

“Agreed?”

“What?” You gasp breathlessly.

“No one may touch but me. And I will touch no one but you.” He declares. “Is that understood?”

The authority in his voice draws your legs wide as that throbbing from before is renewed.

Loki’s face twitches at the movement.

“Show me again,” you plead.

“Tell me no one else will touch you,” he orders.

“No one else will touch me,” you agree.

“If you betray me,” you begin.

Loki’s eyes soften. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

“I promised you that I would worship the ground you walk on.”

He kisses you again, slowly, feeling every inch of your mouth against his.

“One week, my darling. I’ll prove to you my devotion.” He promises.

The sincerity in his voice has your legs spreading again and he hisses as you shift. Inside you, you feel him harden.

“Show me…” you beg.

“You’re going to be insatiable.” He realizes.

And revenge against Thor aside, you realize that being with Loki might be the smartest thing you’ve ever done.

“Do you have any idea how long I have waited to make you mine?” Loki wonders, stroking your cheek.

“How long?” You wonder, reaching up to take hold of his hand.

“I’ll show you.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Like a Stone 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki, Tony Stark (Professor AU)

Summary: your work as a TA is complicated by more than your advisor. (tall reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

The day begins unfortunately. You are a stickler for details but by some carelessness you end up at the wrong office. Rather than Laufeyson, you’d stumble upon Odinson and his rather stuffy office mate. If you think someone is uptight, they must be. 

Still, the mistake doesn’t set you behind. You approach the correct office door and double check the placque set in the wood. Dr. Laufeyson. Hm. One day you will wear the same title. 

You knock lightly and stand staunchly in wait. Even without your rigid posture, you are tall. You never pay that attribute much attention until someone points it out, often with a childish joke about the altitude or the like. 

You wait and when no answer comes, you knock again. 

“Yes, do come in,” the impatient bark from within tightens your muscles. Well, this is a great beginning. 

You turn the handle and let yourself in. It’s not very polite not to answer your own door. Well, he hardly has to worry about your evaluation, no, the situation is quite the opposite. And you shouldn’t be ungrateful, you fought for this opportunity. 

“Hello,” you enter and linger at the threshold, “open or shut?” 

“However, you like,” the black-haired man doesn’t look up from the book on his desk. 

“Right, Dr. Laufeyson, I believe we were scheduled to meet. I’m Primrose. Your TA for this session.” 

“Yes, yes, I’ve it all ready. The green folder there,” he gives a slight tip of his head, a gesture that puts your eyes to the corner of the desk. 

“Thank you, sir,” you approach and put your hand on the folder. “I thought maybe you’d like to go over the duties.” 

He stays as he is, shoulders curled forward, his lithe and long figure hunched over the desk, his beakish nose pointed down. Only his green eyes move. His black tresses are bushed back so the spirals cluster behind his neck. 

“They are listed inside. Along with the syllabus and what I expect of you in terms of classroom duties and lesson planning,” he remains fixated on the pages. You’re slightly irked by his indifference. 

“I understand,” you lift the folder and hold it to your chest. The buttons of your blazer press into you. “Well then... I suppose it was nice to meet you.” 

“You will send your first lesson plan tonight and I will return my feedback,” he flips the page, “no time to waste then.” 

First lesson? You withhold a blanch and nod. He isn’t very accommodating. You wouldn’t expect less given the lot of professors you’ve encountered, but you though being a TA, he might have more interest in you than some dusty tome. 

“Thank you,” you turn on your heel and bite down on your irritation. 

You pull the door shut and it isn’t until you’re alone in the hallway, that the disappointment hits you. You’re not an optimistic person. You define yourself as a pragmatist and yet, that was not what you expected.  

You've been dismissed, disposed even. If he were not effectively your boss, you might go back in and let him know just that. Yet if you did, what good would it do? Men rarely hear above their egos. 

You lower the folder to your side and march down the hallway. Your heeled boots echo around you and down the stairs of the foyer. You come out and shield your eyes against the glare reflecting off the paned walls of the engineering building. Typical, yet the arts and humanity buildings look as if they could fall to dust. 

You twist around but the light blinds you from seeing the other body headed in the opposite direction. You stagger back as the folder falls from your grasp and the papers flutter all around. You wince and quickly bend your knees to gather the mess before it can all blow away. 

A chuckle crackles in the air and you glance up at the older gentleman you ran into. 

“Apologies,” you say as you swipe up the papers, moving awkwardly with bent legs. 

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he steps on a page to keep it from riding the wind. “Here, let me help ya out.” 

He bends to shuffle a few papers into his hands and holds them out. You take them and shove them into the folder with the rest. You huff and stand. He does too. You’re taller than him and would be even without your heels. He looks up at you with a glimmer in his dark eyes. 

“Wow, glamazon, love the look, sweetheart,” he winks. 

You narrow your eyes as you take in his groomed goatee, his silvering hair along his temples, and that arrogant crooked smirk.  

“I’m not your sweetheart,” you snip. “Thank you for your help.” 

You hug the folder and sidestep him. Or try to. He moves with you and blocks your way. 

“Well, you could try being sweet,” he goads. 

You back up and look him in the face. You don’t know how to respond to that. Most men don’t bother and when they do, they get one sneer from you and run. 

“Step one, smile,” he purrs. 

Your lips curve but not upwards. You teethe the inside of your lip and lock down your anger. First Laufeyson, not this character. 

“Pardon me,” you say at last but as you try to pass, he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you in front of him. 

“You don’t gotta be shy. You a freshman? I can show you around,” he offers. “Wanna see my office?” 

You calmly put a hand on his shoulder and shove until his arm slackens. You back up and set your chin. Your nose flares. 

“I am not a freshman and I’m not interested in old men. Good day.” 

Instead of trying to push past, you turn and stomp in the other direction. Your legs are long enough, you can outpace him. Easily. Not to mention his age. 

Just another unexpected turn. You’ll just have to go the long way. Not ideal since you have a lesson due in only a few hours. 

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Could you do the baby got back ask with the marvel men

This ass can be put to great use, and so can theirs 🤭🤭🤭

(plz include Steve, tony, Bucky, Thor… etc 🤭)

Anaconda

Marvel Men with a Reader with a big ass <3

I live to feed my gay gay children.

• TONY "IRON MAN" STARK

No doubt slaps your ass, Maybe grabs it

Slapped it once with his little portable iron man hand thing and it bruised

Badly.

He kissed it better

He specifically has a chair for u and it has subtle divots of ur ass

He wants to make bowls from the shape of ur asscheek

Has slapped ur ass in while coming into a meeting room

No shame

• STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS

This boy is tall.

Like his pelvis meets with ur lower back.

He thinks ur the perfect size to come up behind cause his titties rest on your shoulders

Runs his hands on your waist and then Squeezes that shit

From how fuckin rough he is he demolishes ur ass

There will be bruises.

When ur laying down he kisses ur butt where he left bruises and apologizes

genuinely feels bad that he's insanely rough

• THOR ODINSON

He worships your ass

Has never seen anything like it

He has his hands all over it cause like.. it's not taboo to show affection in Asgard

He likes eating ur ass

"A gift from Venus no doubt"

Definitely carries u

"A man as well looking as you shouldn't be walking."

Thinks ur living, breathing, ethereal royalty

• LOKI LAUFEYSON

Won't deny how smitten he is about it

Is a starer and will gaslight his way into not being caught

Hand accidentally brushes it while walking beside you?

Definitely ruins him

He wants you to bounce your ass on him like no tommorow

You in a suit?

He fainted, literally.

Thor laughed at him for days.

• JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES

Will grab the waistband of your pants / underwear and jus-

sNAP THEM SHIT

Very touchy behind closed doors

Doesn't like showing PDA

Will deadass grovel to his knees and kiss it

If he's feeling like a BITCH he will bite it

No hesitation

If u pull his hair and tell him off about it he totally gets off on it

• DR. STEPHEN "DOCTOR "STRANGE

This man is a magician and previously a Neurosurgeon

Skilled with his hands

Literally up to no good,

Cannot bend over with him ANYWHERE near u

Even then u cannot trust him to not slip his hand thru a portal and f with u

Knows you love it

"It was the cloak"

The cloak proceeded to try and choke him out.

It was not happy

(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[lady-rose-moon]

HIIIII! Omg I got so excited when I saw that you're gonna be writing again. I read your fics before I figured out how to interact with authors without feeling embarrassed so this might be the first you're seeing of me, but I am a huge fan! I was hoping to request for a Loki fic? With these prompts:

"you're safe, you're safe" "what if I'm not?" "you're safe."

"who did this to you?"

"what are you doing out here, late at night?"

"I'm sorry" "don't you dare apologise for this"

Thank you so much!

You're so safe || Loki x Vanir!Reader || hurt/comfort

A/N: hello, my love, it is so nice to finally meet you! I do apologise for this being SO late but I have only just received the inspiration I needed for this project and I hope you like it! Please do interact with me more, I don't bite <3

↣ MASTERLIST

“I don’t care what you think!” you yelled, standing in the golden throne room of Asgard, sneering up at Odin on his throne, his whole demeanour menacing and unapproachable, yet you didn’t care, “I will find him, he is not dead!”

Odin merely gazed down at you, his expression unreadable as you stood beneath him. The older God had called you in today after receiving word that you were going to leave Asgard in an attempt to bring back Loki Odinson. He was your betrothed so why shouldn’t you fight to get him back?

“I am not asking for your permission, Odin,” you sneered, disregarding his title, bringing him down a few pegs so he is not as different as he wants to be, “he is your son but he is my betrothed and you shall not hold me back from him!”

That was when the Allfather spoke for the first time since you marched into the room with guards holding your arms. He studied you, noting how you were no longer the demure, frightened child he had selected for Loki. You had been corrupted by the Jötun and he had to remedy that. “You are still young, Lady Y/L/N,” the Allfather spoke, his voice as cold as his expression was, “I shall begin the search for a more… appropriate match.”

You reeled back, appalled at the King’s words before you broke into hysterical laughter, shaking your head. “You do that, Odin, and break the treaty with my family, I challenge you to,” you sneered before turning on your heel and departing from the throne room.

Before you could be grabbed by the guards, you broke into a run, smirking at the shocked exclaims of the guards behind you as you took of running down the hallways, expertly avoiding every attempt to be grabbed by various guards. With a grin, you slipped into Loki’s old chambers, not glancing at anything that could risk you to break into sobs and instead venturing to his wardrobe, pulling out one of his tunics and pants, hurriedly changing before running out onto the balcony and calling your magic to you to lift you down from it into the Queen’s gardens.

Once your feet pressed against the soft grass of the land below, you took off into a sprint, heading to the edge of the garden, searching for the gate covered in ivy. Before you could find it, however, you froze as a soft ‘Lady Y/N’ drifted across the garden. You turned and saw Queen Frigga frozen in the doorway to her garden.

“Your majesty!” you gasped, dropping into a curtsy even if it was quite difficult with your inappropriate clothing. Standing tall, you eyed Frigga nervously and spoke softly, “I’m not going to sit here and wait for a confirmation that he’s dead. I feel that he’s alive. Let me go.”

Frigga didn’t say anything, merely rushed over to you and pulled you into her arms. The Queen of Asgard’s hugs had always been a comfort and this time, it comforted your worried heart and the kiss she pressed to your brow was reassuring. “I never saw you,” Frigga whispered as a promise before turning away.

Smiling, you continued your search for the gate before exclaiming in victory when you found it, unlatching the lock and pushing the gate open and rushing through, pulling it shut and using seiðr to lock it behind you. With great knowledge of the layout of Asgard, you had no issue taking the long route around Asgard even as the warning bells raged from the palace and more guards were stationed near the broken Bifrost.

As you were hiding behind a barrel, waiting for a few guards to pass, you felt a tug on your leg which caught your attention. It was a small girl, dressed in her golden nightgown holding a rabbit teddy, her blue eyes staring up at you innocently. “Where are you going, Lady Y/N? They’re looking for you,” the girl whispered, seeming to understand the need to be quiet.

“The King has kept me in a tower, punishing me for my prince’s choices, I am on a brave mission to save him,” you explained, playing on the girl’s imagination, “so you must be quiet and never mention that you saw me. It’s all a game. I have to be ignored and not seen; do you understand? You must be quiet.”

“I promise,” the girl whispered before running off down the alley.

You nodded before taking off in a run, your feet now firmly planted on the glass of the Bifrost. As you approached the broken end of the Bifrost, you froze as you saw Thor standing there with Heimdall. Cursing beneath your breath, you approached them and stood beside Thor.

“You won’t stop me,” you whispered viciously, “I’ll jump if I must.”

“No need,” Thor answered with a grimace, gripping Mjolnir so tight that his knuckles had turned white, “he’s on Midgard.”

“Midgard?” you repeated with surprise before nodding and turning to Thor, “so we’re going.”

“I’m going, Lady Y/N, I must arrest him, he is not the man you knew,” Thor answered, turning to Heimdall and nodding, “do it.”

With a scoff, you watched as Heimdall lifted his sword and murmured the prayer to open the Bifrost without the observatory and when it opened and Thor was sucked into it, you jumped in too, ignoring the call from Heimdall.

The travel to Midgard wasn’t that long but when you arrived, it was dark. You’d appeared within a corn field, the soft rustling of the leaves comforting your anxiety before you closed your eyes and focused on the connection between yourself and Loki. That’s when you felt his seiðr for the first time in a year but it felt… wrong. Corrupted. That gave you more of a reason to find him, you needed to make sure that he was alright.

So, you latched onto his magic and disappeared with a soft glow before reappearing outside a glass cage. Disoriented, you grabbed a bar quickly to stabilise yourself before realising what was happening. You turned your head and there was Loki, his hair longer and greasy, his eyes a striking blue when they had once been green and his armour slightly askew.

“Loki?” you whispered weakly, staring in surprise before running across the bridge to the glass, pressing your hands against it, watching as Loki studied you carefully, “I thought… Oh, Loki.”

The God of Mischief tilted his head before striding over to where you were stood and sneering at you, “now you show up? After Thor?”

You stammered, thrown off by his violence toward you and tears rose to your eyes. “Loki… I tried to find you, I swear it! When you fell, I wished to jump after you but Thor wouldn’t let me.”

Loki chuckled darkly before stepping away from you and staring at you as if you were scum to him. “It took you a year to find me, how pathetic,” he spat, making you flinch, “what a pathetic fiancée.”

In that moment, you realised it wasn’t just his magic that was corrupted. It was him. He wanted your tears. He wouldn’t get them. You lifted your head with a soft smile, dipping into a curtsy before walking away.

Somehow, you’d been roped into assisting the band of Midgardians (and Thor) defeat Loki. You would follow Iron Man into his tower to confront Loki but that hadn’t ended well and you’d been knocked out by Stark’s flying Iron Man device as it raced after Stark when Loki threw him out of the window.

You were only awoken by the Hulk’s roar and Loki’s response. Groggily, you woke up and saw Loki shouting at Hulk, “you are, all of you, beneath me! I am a God you foul creature and I will not be bullied by- Ah!”

You watched as Hulk grabbed Loki’s ankle and began to bash him around like a ragdoll. You flinched as you watched Loki’s pained face after Hulk left and instantly raced over to him, pulling his head into your lap.

“Loki?” you whispered, your fingers delicately tracing Loki’s face, “Loki… are you okay?”

Loki didn’t answer for a while before he gazed up at you and his eyes lit up with recognition unlike how they’d been days ago. He knew you. Elation lit up your chest and you grinned down at him.

“Hello, love,” Loki whispered softly, his hands gently tracing up your arms before pulling you into a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and brushed some hair away from his face, smiling down at him tenderly before whispering, “no, don’t you dare apologise for this. You weren’t you. NEVER apologise for this.”

Loki hesitated before laughing softly at you and shaking his head, resting his forehead against your chest and sighing with relief. “We have to leave, you’ll be considered a criminal to them now,” Loki whispered, his eyes shining with worry.

You laughed softly and nodded before helping him sit up and looking out at the sky as Chitauri continued to fly out of the portal. Then, you looked back at him and softly whispered, “how do we stop this?”

“Let them stop it,” Loki whispered, groaning in pain before his hands gleamed with green magic and you stepped closer to him, feeding your magic into his spell and you both disappeared from the tower, appearing two realms away on your home planet of Vanaheim.

The quiet of the brook and the crickets in the grass instantly calmed you and a smile lit up your face before you helped Loki to his feet and whispered, “come on, I know a place.”

For an hour, the two of you walked, Loki progressively becoming able to walk on his own until you reached a raging waterfall. Your hand gleamed gold and the water split, revealing a door concealed in the rock. Turning it, you brought Loki inside and closed the door, candles and lamps lighting as soon as the door closed.

“Welcome home,” you whispered with a soft grin, guiding Loki over to a sofa and helping him sit down, “this place is hidden from Odin and Heimdall, father created it for me centuries ago.”

Loki observed the place with a soft smile, there were simple decorations, but it was a blank canvas for the both of you. “It’s perfect,” Loki whispered softly before doubling over and groaning, clutching his head.

Instantly, you rushed over to him and removed the majority of his armour until he was left in his tunic and pants. There, you hesitated but when Loki nodded to you, you lifted the tunic and gasped at the sight of grotesque slashes across his back and arms. “Loki… what… who did this to you” you seethed, lightly tracing the slashes, observing the poorly healed cuts and infections.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Loki whispered brokenly, avoiding your gaze and trying to hide how much pain he was in. The God of Mischief grimaced in pain as you pressed your finger against a cut and watched infected pus pool out of it.

“Try me,” you whispered to him, standing from the sofa and walking into the kitchen before returning with a healing kit, sitting beside Loki again and beginning to cover his back with healing salve.

Loki hesitated but when he saw that you were serious, he began to tell you everything. About his fall, about Thanos, about the Infinity Stone controlling him and the torture he was put under for the majority of the year that he’d been missing. All the way through his explanation, you let him speak and pressed loving kisses to his forehead when you could. When he was done, you pulled him close to you and allowed him to cry.

“Shh,” you whispered to him, lovingly tracing your fingers through his hair, “you’re safe, Loki, you’re safe.”

Loki leaned into your comfort, his body trembling from the pain of the salve healing his back, seeking more of your comfort. Still, the trauma of what he went through haunted his mind. “But… what if… what if I’m not?” Loki whispered weakly, “Thanos, he… he’s horrible! Terrifying! Worse than anybody we’ve thought of before as being wicked!”

“You’re safe,” you answered, pressing a kiss to Loki’s brow, holding him close to you, allowing him to curl further into your chest, “as long as we are together then we will protect each other. Do not fret, you are so safe.”

Shortly after that, Loki had fallen asleep and you’d needed to magically carry him to the bedroom and cover him. Now, however, you awoke and Loki was nowhere to be found. Startled, you rose out of bed and searched everywhere before finding that the door leading out to the top of the waterfall was open.

Outside, you found Loki sat in the water, staring up at Vanaheim’s constellations, his eyes vacant and sad. As you approached, he flinched and a dagger formed in his hand but when he realised that it was you, he relaxed and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s natural, with your amount of trauma, Loki,” you whispered, sitting on the bank close to him, following his gaze up to the constellations, “what are you doing out here, late at night?”

The God gazed over at you with a lost expression on his face before he whispered, “couldn’t really sleep. Nightmares.”

You nodded and with a slow movement, you were sitting beside him in the cold water of the river, listening to the rush of the water going over the edge and landing below. You rested your head on his shoulder and held his hand tight in your own with a soft smile as you whispered, “you’re so safe, Loki, we have each other, you’re so, so safe.”

You heard Loki release a broken sob but said nothing, knowing that while he had your support, he also needed to fix his mental state on his own too. The God of Mischief was broken but you knew with time, he would find a new type of normal.

“I half expect the Bifrost to open and Thor to take me by my neck to Asgard, to my death,” Loki admitted quietly after several minutes in silence, “I miss my brother, Y/N, the brother he was when we were little. Not the brute he became.”

You nodded and gently brushed your thumb over his hand, just listening to his admissions. Loki appreciated your silence, your understanding that he just needed to talk, he just needed to feel like he was safe.

“I’ll never see him again, nor will I see mother,” he continued, tears in his eyes as he stared up at the star that he knew was the realm of Asgard, his home and the place that rejected him, “I wish I could say I was sorry to her, my sweet mother. She never did anything wrong.”

That’s when Loki embraced you, pulling you into his lap and pressing a kiss to your forehead before pointing up to Asgard’s star. “Perhaps, upon the day of Odin’s death, I shall return to my brother and my mother,” he whispered, his eyes full of hope for that future.

“Perhaps,” you responded with a soft smile, cuddling into his warmth before you began to shiver. “But for now,” you grinned, “back to bed, it’s cold.”

Loki chuckled and stood from the water, gathering you bridal style in his arms before walking down back into the house.

Glancing out at the sky over Loki’s shoulder, you glared at the blackness of the sky, swearing revenge on Thanos for what he did to your beloved. Little did you know, he was glaring right back at you.

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[darknessawaits28]

Oh My Darling {Loki x pregnant reader}

Hello my lovies! Wanted to give you a short story about Loki finding out you are pregnant. Hope you enjoy my lovies! Thank you for all your love and support! Stay awesome! :3

Warnings: sensual gifs, mention of vomit, and very small things that might make someone uncomfortable.

Story was requested by @marley-suguru4143, make sure to give them a follow! :3

Asgard, the kingdom of gods and goddesses. It was a beautiful sight that could bring anyone to their knees. Odin was the all-father that ruled among this kingdom, he was a stubborn yet fierce man that ruled with an iron fist. He is wise, honorable, and dedicated to keeping the peace between the realms. His beautiful wife and queen is Frigga who is kind, gentle, and such a loving soul. They both had two sons, Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, and Loki Laufeyson, the God of Mischief; well adopted. It was a peaceful time in the kingdom, but a lot of heads were turning sideways at the sight of the wife of Loki. You were a mortal, something that the gods and goddesses did not want to see in their realm, but they kept quiet because Frigga always protected her sons, no matter how ridiculous their actions may seem. 

Within the walls of Royal Palace of Valaskjalf, sounds of heavy boots could be heard stomping their way along the marble floors. It was the prince of Asgard, worriedly trying to find his beloved. Ever since they had consummated their marriage a couple of months ago, his beloved has been acting quite strange, sneaking out in the middle of the night, consuming various plates of food, and….a lot of visits to the washroom. He didn’t want to impose on you and ask you various questions that could possibly make you already stressed as it is; afterall, you were the princess now and had royal duties to perform. 

“You there, have you seen my beloved?” Loki asked one of the passing servants.

“Hello sire, yes, she is partaking in the feast that we have just prepared, hope you enjoy.”

“Oh, thank you” Loki nodded, continuing to walk past the servant towards the great hall, his green cape flowing elegantly behind him. Once he arrived at the great hall, he sighed happily at the sight of you, filling your plate as usual. “Hello my darling,” Loki cooed as he approached from behind you, wrapping his arms around you ever so slightly. 

“Loki!” You gasped, pulling away from him slightly, not wanting to give him the hint that you had a bump hiding underneath your dress. 

Loki, taken aback by you pulling away from him, furrowed his brow, “Are you alright my love?” “Did I by any chance make you uncomfortable?” 

“Oh no my love, my apologies, I am not feeling well of late so….any touch is…..painful for me….”. “It isn’t you of course, so please don’t feel angered.” 

“Of course not my darling, why would I be angered?” Loki smiled as much as he could, feeling a bit hurt that you tossed him aside when you were in pain instead of cuddling up close to him and telling him what hurts so he could potentially heal you.

“Hello my son, how are you?” Frigga smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then gently placed her hand against your back. “Good to see you again my dear.”

“Mother” Loki smiled, giving her a kiss back when she had approached him.

“Hello your highness, it is a pleasure to see you again as well” You smiled, taking a bite of the chicken that was on your plate. 

“Did you tell him yet?” Frigga ecstatically questioned.

Shocked to hear her even ask that question, you shook your head quickly to give her an indication that you never even mentioned the idea of you being pregnant to him because you truly were afraid of telling him, but mostly due to the stress he was currently under. 

“Oh, my apologies then, do not worry about it then Loki” Frigga gulped, hoping that she didn’t overstep.

“Tell me what?” Loki asked curiously, his stomach already doing flips at whatever the ‘news’ was. 

“Nothing my love, it isn’t important…oh…uh…excuse me” you gulped, setting the plate down and covering your mouth as you headed towards the washroom. 

“Darling, are you alright?” Loki gasped as he tried to rush to your aid but was pulled back by his mother. “Mother please, let me help my wife!”

“I know honey, but I know she will refuse your help.”

Shaking his head in anger, he gripped his forehead, wanting to ask you but still pulled himself back so as to not upset you. “What is going on with her?” “Is it our food she is eating that is making her stomach upset?” “I can perfectly go down to Miguard and get her proper mortal food if that is what’s causing her anguish.” “I just feel so useless!” Loki nearly shouted in anger as he sat down on the chair closest to him.

Frigga smiled softly as she walked over to her son and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead, “I would tell you, but that is not my place my darling.” “But I assure you, she is perfectly healthy, along with her passenger.”

“Passenger?” Loki questioned as he stood from his chair, a loud gasp escaping his lips when he realized what she had meant. “No, it can’t be?” “Y/n!” He shouted loudly, possibly alerting the whole kingdom. 

Meanwhile, you were in the washroom, breathing heavily as you sat on the floor near the bathtub, gripping the small bump that you had, feeling quite nauseous and weak. Although, you jumped violently at the sound of Loki calling your name, knowing for a fact that something was wrong. “Oh no, not now” you groaned, gasping when you began to dry heave into the bathtub.

Loki, hearing the sound of pain, quickly rushed into the washroom, kneeling down to hold you gently, “My love, why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Ah…tell you what my love?” you grabbed the cloth beside you, covering your mouth so as to not bring disgust to him by your vomit. 

“You’re with child aren’t you?” Loki said out of breath, being so overjoyed and proud that he was to be a father soon.

Hearing him finally figure it out brought tears to your eyes as you nodded, “Yes….yes….” you chuckled, slowly grabbing his hand with your free one and placed it gently on your bump. 

Loki, feeling your bump and then a kick, brought soft tears to his eyes as well. “Oh my love, why didn’t you tell me before?” 

“I didn’t want to bother you my love, you were so busy as it is, and I was as well with my royal duties.” “Besides I was going to tell you tonight, in our bed together, so that I could cuddle up close to you and….tell you that I was pregnant.” 

“You do not need to worry about my stress y/n, that is my duty, your only duty is to be happy and comfortable” He smiled, cupping your cheek gently and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Oh, I’m going to be a father….what joy.” 

“I’m sorry that I did not….oh dear!” you gasped, turning to your side and dry heaving into the bathtub once again. 

“Oh y/n” Loki worriedly spoke as he rubbed your back gently to help you. “You need not to apologize.” “All you need to do now is relax, I am going to make sure that your royal duties fall upon me.” “And do not fret, I will have enough time to be by your side.” 

“Thank you my love, but I need to be in bed now…” you sighed in pain, turning towards him to give him such innocent and weak eyes.

Loki, seeing the state of you, brought a shatter to his heart. He felt horrid that he wasn’t there from the beginning to help you feel better. But at least now he can be by your side for the time being and help you feel as comfortable as possible. “Come my darling, let me help you.”

“But I’m heavy,” you joked. 

“Nonsense” he smiled, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and then picking you up bridal style. “Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed in comfortable clothing.”

As he exited the bathroom, Frigga noticed how her son was carrying you, knowing very well that he had raised him well; she felt so proud of him. 

After a few minutes, you were dressed, cleaned up, and already in bed, wrapped up all nice and warm. “This feels so much better” you sighed happily. 

“Does it?” he chuckled as he pulled off his royal attire, and then stood there with no shirt, and simple pants that outlined his elegant yet delicious legs. 

“My, you do look ravishing Loki” You giggled, a blush covering your cheeks. 

“Do I now?” He spoke cockily, slowly walking over to approach you and then carefully crawled onto you. “You know that’s my line to speak my love” he chuckled, softly cupping your cheeks and bringing you into a deep kiss. 

“Mm darling, be gentle with me, you know I’m carrying your daughter” You teased him. 

“Daughter?!” he gasped with eyes wide open when he pulled away from the kiss. 

Hearing his shock brought a loud chuckle to your lips, quickly pulling him back in for a kiss to silence him as you both consummated once again.

[magpie-murder]

*it wont let me edit the poll, but the one with the random parentheses in the middle is meant to read "valhalla and hel are not the only afterlives"

people who dont know much about norse mythology:

i see a decent amount of misinformation surrounding norse mythology (particularly related to loki's family, how many children he has, who he is and is not related to, etc) so i figured this could be a fun game to play to encourage people to both read about norse myths and fact check things before you post them while claiming they're true.

ex: váli is not canonically a lokison, he was an odinson; loki is not related, even by adoption, to thor; loki as WAY MORE than two children and the status of two of them potentially being twins is highly debatable; loki did not have a horse baby for funsies, it was to protect asgard; there's more but these are the MAIN ones i see

this is not to say you shouldn't mess around with norse mythology in your fanon btw!!! i do a bunch of incredibly non-canon things with my loki fanon. i just ask you to fact check when you're talking about actual norse mythology 🛐

[eiks1997]

It's My Birthday! 🎉

So I thought this would be the perfect time to do a drawing challenge that says a lot more about me! I found this one about favourite characters, which I thought would be perfect! This was honestly so much fun to do! Who doesn't like to draw their favourite characters? It also allowed me to practice. I was worried that apart from the colours, my faces were starting to look all alike, so this was a good practice to try and draw each character differently. I'm so happy with this! 🥰

Unfortunately I couldn't find who created this challenge, so if anyone knows who to give credit to please let me know!

Give it a try yourselves! Its great drawing practice! Also, I'd love to see which characters fit in your boxes! 🤗

Want to hear my reasoning? Have a read! 👇

😍Current Favourite: Twilight Link. Zelda TP has always been a favourite of mine; but recently I've been reading the Linked universe comic created by @linkeduniverse , and it's only made me love him even more! If you haven't read it please do, it's a wonderful series! Currently been reading and loving each moment. So Twilight here fits the bill!

❤️‍🩹Comfort Character: Ichigo Kurosaki. I tend to always go back to Bleach when I'm feeling a little low and need comforting, it only makes sense Ichigo is this character! I think I've drawn Ichigo the most and I've definitely read the most about Ichigo. I will always go back to Ichigo, I've literally grown up with Bleach. So Ichigo can only be my comfort go to!

🎨By Design: Loki Odinson. Honestly there where so many people who could fit this character. But if I look back , when I first watch Loki in Avengers it honestly stood out so much to me. Tom Hiddleson managed to held himself in a perfect manner that made him my favourite charter in the @marvel Universe. And so, for his incredible style and swag, Loki must be my favourite designed character.

📖By Plot: Caleb Widogast. Deciding a character simply based on plot was hard. With how many stories our there, how can you pick favourite? Then I realised, it could only be Caleb. Not only does his story have it all, angst, love, triumph; his story was also basically created as the campaign went along! Watching @criticalrole C2 was fabulous and Liam O Brien just got it right. Caleb's story is the best plot out there!

🥂Guilty Pleasure: Darkiplier. I don't like to say 'Guilty' but still Dark kind of fits this category. Considering how much little official content there is around Dark, I basically claw at any I can get! Even if Mark mentions anything about Dark, my ears perk up! @markiplier does a very good job at acting and creating such a good story. I've watched WKM, DWM, Damien, Space and any other Dark related content so many times. This must be why Dark is my Guilty Pleasure!

👑All Time Favourite: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. And finally, the Favourite! How can anyone not love this man? When Grimmjow was first introduced, I remember thinking that yes. This will be my favourite. He's clearly an ass, and I can see why people wouldn't like him, but not for me! It is literally mind blowing to me seeing how when we first saw him in 2005, and now in 2024 he has returned in a new animation. It's all I could ask for! (As of this moment, Grimmjow is my Icon because I love him so much.) He could be the only one who is my favourite character!

But that's all for this one! If you like my art and want to see more stick around! 😊

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS!

Creation of these characters goes to the respected authors, sending all my love! ❤

Program used: Clip Studio Paint

Date: 2024

Find me on Instagram:  #EIKS1997

DO NOT REPOST - Reblogs Appreciated.

[supraveng]

Shout out to great blogs you should be following

Here is a small list of some incredible blogs I've found. Honestly, they are so good that I don't bother to ask to be tagged, I just stalk them daily to see if they've written or reblogged anything because they are amazing

@talesofadragon writes for Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Bucky Barnes, Steve Roger and Thor Odinson

@buckyscrystalqueen writes for Chibs Telford, Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Happy Lowman, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Charles Xavier, Crowley, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Pratt, Jason Momoa, Mark Sheppard, David Harbour, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jared Padalecki, Machine Gun Kelly, Henry Cavill, Carter Baizen, Owen Grady, Star Lord, Jimmy Darling, Negan, Bjorn Ironside, Mickey Milkovich, Clark Kent

@loverslodge writing and reblogging about are Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Dramione, Loki, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey etc. I have a long list with zero brain power to list them all.

@kazsrm67 supernatural writer {Dean girl (with a slight Sam kink)}

@missvelvetsstuff die hard Bucky girl, in the best way possible

@alliceolivia lots of good Marvel fics

I would love if my mutuals would reblog this list and add to it so I can find some more amazing tumblr people!

P.S. if I listed you here, I will reblog anything you tag me in, I don't have a huge following but I have some incredible mutuals

[holylulusworld]

Rotten (Prologue)

Summary: Asgard is lost. So are you.

Pairing: former (implied) Ragnarök!Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, despair, mentions of a curse, violence against the reader, sexual harassment (groping/calling names)

A/N: I don't have enough ongoing series so...

A/N2: This is a what-if story. What if Hela won and Thor & Loki turned dark too...

Rotten masterlist

This place is a nightmare. Rotten by sin, death, and despair.

It’s a miracle that you survived for so long without losing your soul, or compassion. You still try to help the helpless. Going so far as to share your food with them.

Once upon a time, in its golden age, Asgard was a place of greatness and peace. People smiled and enjoyed their lives. They wore gold and silk. Now most of the people are in lumps and covered in dirt.

Only the so-called Gods and their entourage can afford silk and velvet. They waste their gold, ignoring the people outside the walls of the castle suffering in silence.

A revolution is needed. Therefore, you need fighters and a leader. You lack both.

You sigh and turn your attention toward the empty wine goblet one of the knights slams onto the table.

He barks orders at you, demanding more wine. He’s a pig, not worth the armor he’s wearing, nor the sword he carries around.

“Wine, wench,” he snaps at you and slaps your butt. “Or do you want to do more than serve me wine?” He grins, revealing brown teeth. “I like me a whore riding my dick.”

“I serve wine and food, Sire. That’s all,” you try not to throw the wine in his face. This man makes you sick. He’s evil to the bones. “If you need company, ask one of your fellow companions.”

He gasps as you storm off. You ignore that he calls you a wench and throws the wine goblet after you. Men like him are all the same. You don’t have the time nor the energy to waste on him.

The celebration is in full swing. A victory celebration. Victory over another kingdom. Enslaved in the name of Hela.

Watching Thor swing his hammer as he excitedly tells his companions about his latest conquest, you sigh.

Not so long ago you would’ve done anything to get his attention. Fulfilling his every wish was what you needed to feel complete.

Now you are disgusted by his behavior. He fell, like everyone else. Hela came to this world and since then, nothing has been like it used to be. A curse gripped most of the people’s hearts and turned them dark.

In the beginning, Thor and Loki tried to withstand her magic, but it was too easy for her to defeat the proud warriors.

One after another fell.

Heimdall is the last one standing. He refuses to give in. The poor soul is cursed to watch Asgard fall apart while defending the Bifröst. At least this way she cannot reach your world and destroy it too.

“What are you staring at?” One of the guards pushes you as you get lost in your thoughts. “Work or you’ll get thrown from the bridge like many others before you. Wench!”

 “I’m off duty, Sire,” you retort a little too harshly. “I was about to leave.”

“We tell you when you are off duty!” He slaps your face hard enough to make you stumble and fall. “Get up and do your duty!”

“What is this fuzz about?” Thor storms toward the guard. He looks at you on the ground, scrunching up his nose. “Explain yourself!”

“She refused to work, my king,” the guard lies.

“Send her away,” Thor waves the guard off. “We don’t need someone disturbing our celebration. Make sure she stays away from the palace.”

Your heart drops. The man you used to admire, and love turns his back on you. He didn’t recognize you, his chosen bride.

“Thor, my love…n…” the guard drags you away before you can draw Thor’s attention toward you.

Thor allowed the guard to toss you onto the street like a rat. Now you’re hiding in a dark alley and try not to draw the guards’ attention toward you.

You close your eyes and inhale the cold air. It smells like dirt, blood, and despair.

Outside of the palace life got to a hold. It’s a mere fight for existence and survival.

You slowly step out of the darkness, looking toward your destiny.

If you can make it to the rainbow bridge and Heimdall you’ll be safe…

Tags in reblog.

[cleomcdonald]

My sister shared a picture of Tom Hiddleston and David Tennant together on a red carpet somewhere and it gave me this entire conversation that I'm going to share with you in the order I created it.

If anyone wants to make this a comic with an appropriate bookshop background and the others doing stuff in the background, please feel free, I just ask you to give me credit for the convo xD

Could you imagine the terror of Loki and Crowley in the same place? It would be great at first... like

Crowley : Oh yes, let's do some mischief... We can take down the phone lines, turn out the lights in a few blocks...

Loki: Enslave humanity...

C: Wot?

L: Wot?

Or something like

L: I am Loki Laufyson. Prince of Asgaurd and Lord of Mischief

C: Hiya. Crowley... erm, Serpent of Eden. Hey you have a blonde partner too. Doesn't look like the soft bookish type, what's he do?

L: That's my brother, Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgaurd and Lord of Thunder. Is the little cream puff with you?

C: *rubs back of neck* Well, I mean, he's not with me... I mean, we're not like... he's not mine per se. *drops into mumbling, then says* That's Aziraphale.

(Bit later)

C: I'm just saying don't you think the golden horns are a little too on the nose fo.....

*sudden crash*

Thor: I liked that, another!

C: oh dear, he shouldn't have done that...

*panicked rush across the bookshop to pull a very irate Angel off a VERY confused God*

C: Angel, Angel, I know that was one of your favorite teacups, but we can always miracle it back together... Angel! Put down the FLAMING SWORD ANGEL!

Azi: But I'll always know it was broken!

[mckiwi]

Heat of the Moment

To Read on AO3

"Heat of the Moment": Asia, 1982

Something is invading and killing the villagers of Jotunheim. Now sitting as king of Jotunheim, Loki reluctantly summons Stephen to help him save his kingdom. Stephen gets to prove magic isn't the only thing he's good at.

Genre: Comedy/Adventure/Murder Mystery

Characters: Stephen Strange, Loki Laufeyson, and Thor Odinson

Words: 3,191

"You mean you can't just 'abracadabra' your problems away?" Loki asks with feigned shock. 

"Oh, please. First, Thor doesn't understand how e-mails work, now you apparently don't know what the term 'kidnap' means. Allow me to explain it to you, Your Royal Highness. 'To take someone away illegally by force.'" Stephen defines sassily. 

"I have no concern for your Midgardian laws, Wizard," Loki says. 

"You used the Bifrost to take me from my Sanctum! That's an invasion of privacy." Stephen chides, then adds, "And the preferred term is 'Master of the Mystic Arts.'"

"I didn't even want to summon you, initially!" Loki argues back. 

"Well I'm here now, and it better be for good reason!" Stephen snaps. 

"Trust me, it'll be worth your time." Loki says,  ignoring Stephen's unimpressed look at 'trust me,' "you're a doctor, or at least was one, yes?"

Stephen, baffled at why that particular detail of his life was being brought up, asks, "Correct, but what does that have to do with you rudely kidnapping me?"

"And you are the current Sorcerer Supreme as well?"

"Actually, that would be Wong. Though I'm a sort of unofficial second-in-command," Stephen explains. 

Loki didn't look as if he fully believed him, but carried on regardless. "I need your– your duty as a sorcerer– your assistance would be," he softly growls in frustration at himself, "you would be doing Jotunheim a great service if you would be willing to assist us in our time of need." Loki nods, satisfied with his request. 

As amusing as it was seeing the silver-tongued god struggle for words, Stephen wasn't that cruel. "Fine, I'll help. What exactly is the problem?"

His agreement seemed to at least ease some of the tension off Loki's face, "You see, two villages have been invaded, all civilians either killed gruesomely or reported missing. And we have no information on the creature suspected of these crimes. No trace of them to identify. Rather impressive, I must say."

Any irritation Stephen was holding turned into intrigue, "Yeah, I'd say that justifies as a problem."

"To put it lightly," Loki agrees. "Oh, and I did also ask Thor to assist. As much as I hate to admit it, we'll most likely be needing him."

"No arguments from me," Stephen says with a nod. "Why do you need my help, anyway? You're intelligent. A fairly decent sorcerer, too, despite how much you seem to love daggers."

Loki sighs, "You and only one other have ever managed to trick me. Surely for an accomplishment such as that there's something to be of use from you."

"Thank you," Stephen says with a small smirk. 

"That wasn't a compliment." Loki retorts.

"Sure it wasn't." 

"It wasn't!"

"Brother!" That was Thor, striding into the room. "Strange! You will be accompanying us on our journey as well? Loki, I see you finally decided to get help!" Loki narrows his eyes at Thor's word choice. "The more the merrier! How does life treat you these days?" He sets a hand on Stephen's shoulder with such force he nearly stumbles over like a bowling pin. 

"I'm doing pretty good. What about you?" Stephen asks. 

"I'm also doing well, thank you. Brother, how's your reign been so far?" Thor turns his attention to Loki. 

"All has been settled nicely with hardly any misgivings, our current predicament excluded of course. What of yours?" Loki asks with a hint of a prideful smile curling his lips. 

Thor answers, "New Asgard is coming along nicely. Stark has been kind enough to help us get settled as our own establishment." 

"I'll have to come by and visit soon, then. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to figure out who's killing my people now."

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He had seen disturbing injuries in his time working at the ER, ranging from point-blank GSWs to a drunk man falling into a bonfire. (Charred skin is one of those smells you will never forget.) Never has Stephen seen something quite like this, however. The fire casts shadows across the walls as he crouches down to get a better look at the body. The Frost Giant man, albeit taller and bluer than the average male, has surprisingly similar anatomy to a human. "Even my interns at the hospital would've been ashamed of a Krocher incision like that," Stephen comments, hovering his hand over the sloppy gash. "About a 20° downward slope starting just under the rib cage. I'd say about 8 or 9 inches wide. I suspect an organ might be missing, too. You see the way the stomach caves in a bit more there?" He gestures to the area right under the ribs. 

"Do you have any ideas of what could've caused a cut like that?" Loki asks, crouching down on the other side of the body. 

"The stomach wasn't cut open, it was ripped open. I once had to treat someone who was mauled by a black bear. Looked a lot like this. It could've been caused by a claw, or dull instrument of some kind." Stephen explains. 

Thor asks, "You suspect one of the other villagers could have done this?" 

Before Stephen can answer, Loki chimes in, "They've invaded two villages. Surely a single person wouldn't be able to do this much damage." 

"Probably a creature of some kind then. How many do you think?" Stephen asks. 

Loki puffs his cheeks in exasperation, "How am I to know?"

"Not only were you born here, you're the king of Jotunheim. I assume you know what creatures live around here and if they come in packs."

"Oh what, so you knew what animals were around the place you were born?" 

"I was a farm kid, so yeah, actually, I did. Had to know what to protect the cattle from." Stephen stands up with a huff to stand beside the lit furnace, watching the flames devour the wood inside, and lets the silence sit for a moment. 

"Amazing how quickly fire can destroy," Loki comments, also watching the wood curl and flake away into the glittering coals below. 

"Or preserve," Stephen challenges, "I don't know if Asgard or Jotunheim has the same custom, but on Earth, we sometimes choose to cremate our dead. The flesh will decay, but the ashes, however... the ashes allow us to keep them close without smelling quite so bad." Loki snorts softly at that. "Should we cremate this body?"

"We have our own customs that I'll see to after we get things settled," Loki says. The trio watched the flames in silence for a few moments. The fire crackled and ashes rose to land on a nearby dusty shelf. "What're you doing?" Loki asks as Stephen approaches the shelf. 

He runs a finger across the wood, inspecting the layer of dust now coating his finger. "Did you know that dust is largely composed of skin cells?" At Thor and Loki's questioning looks Stephen announces, "I've an idea." With a sweeping of his hand, he gathers the dust into a loose but small golden cylinder. As he explains, the cylinder spins around rapidly, "this spell will act as a sort of centrifuge. It'll keep the skin cells in and kick the other particles out." As said, the spell released and only a few particles remained. Stephen draws the particles into his palm and slides his other hand over them. A thin, golden line follows. He pushes the spell forward and the line shoots out past the building, far past what they could see.

"Woah," Thor breathes.

Stephen allows himself a small, prideful smile. "No trace of them to identify, huh?" He asks, quoting Loki. 

"Shut up," Loki says as start to follow the line. 

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As a Master of the Mystic Arts, Stephen is expected to have at least a basic knowledge of the nine realms, but he somehow underestimated just how frigid the place actually is. He's slightly jealous of the two æsir. Both Thor and Loki only wear their normal armor, yet still look completely unfazed. The snowflakes clinging to their hair is a mere fashion accessory to them. Meanwhile, Stephen is shivering even with four layers of thick clothing and the air itself hurts his face. His hands ache something awful, too. He can feel the cold metal beneath his skin and the way his blood vessels constrict around them. Thor's higher body temperature allows him to not feel the cold so harshly, and Loki's biology thrives in the cold. Goldilocks got it wrong this time. Being in the middle wasn't just right.

"The spell ends here," Loki breaks him from his thoughts. He didn't even realize the brothers had stopped walking. Stephen looks up from where he had been absent-mindedly stepping in Thor's larger footsteps in the snow, only to face the opening of a cave. The mountain range they had trekked the edge of hid the mouth like it was a sacred treasure to be kept secret. He probably wouldn't have even noticed it if Loki hadn't pointed it out. 

"Where is 'here,' exactly?" Stephen asks.

"I would imagine this is the pests' place of residence. Perhaps the villagers that have gone missing were brought back here." Loki answers. 

"Seems like a safe bet," Stephen concurs.

Thor says, "All-Father grant us strength and protection. Let us go, then."

"Wait, we're not coming up with a plan or anything? Loki, back me up here." Stephen cautions.

"What is that phrase you people of Earth use? 'Expect the unexpected'. That's our plan." Loki explains flippantly. 

"That is not a plan. That's just... going with the flow." Stephen scoffs.

Loki smirks, "Let's hope you're a good swimmer then, Strange." Loki starts walking towards the cave's entrance with Thor at his heels. 

"Oh for the love of–" Stephen sighs, but follows. These two idiots are bound to get themselves killed at this rate. 

The cave was dark the further they went in. Stephen had cast a night vision spell on the trio so they could explore without drawing attention to themselves. At least by light, that is. Sound is another issue. 

Loki hisses, "Could you possibly walk any louder?"

Thor huffs in a whisper, "I'm only walking as I normally do."

"We're trying to sneak in here, you big oaf. Key word there being 'sneak.'" Loki says. 

"I am well aware of that!" Thor insists, and at least attempts to soften his footsteps. 

Stephen matches his pace to Thor's, "Hang on, watch me. Roll your feet like this. Heel hits the ground first, then you roll to your toes." He demonstrates and Thor tries to copy his movements. "My father used to go fox hunting when I was a child and would occasionally bring me along. He taught me how to walk through the woods without scaring the animals."

"I never took you for a hunter, Strange," Thor comments. 

"I never did shoot anything. I would mostly just watch the birds and squirrels. It was peaceful out there. I would just tell my father nothing was out." Stephen whispers.

"Do neither of you understand the concept of being quiet?" Loki whispers back, giving the pair a side-eye Michelle Obama would be proud of. The ground beneath them starts to rumble slightly, only lasting a few seconds. A low groan echoes from the other side of the cave, which quickly leads to various more groans. 

The three stare into the darkness. The darkness stares back at them. 

Then blinks. 

"Run!” Thor leads the way, with Loki in the middle and Stephen trailing closely behind. They maneuver through the tunnels as hound-like creatures with long claws chase at their heels. Stephen turns around briefly to cast the Flames of the Faltine, leaving a barrier of flames between the trio and the creatures. Much to Stephen's confusion, the creatures aren't deterred from the flames, instead, they seem to bathe in the warmth. It almost stops him in his tracks, but a hand grabs him around the wrist and pulls him along. He hears Loki mutter something under his breath, probably an insult, before the two are off to catch up to Thor. 

They run through the tunnels until Thor comes to a sudden stop. He and Loki almost plow into him. Thor backtracks quickly from where he almost falls off a small cliff. Down below is a large ravine. The entire hoard of creatures scamper across small ledges alongside the walls. The floor is made of black, rough stone, and orange light leaks through cracks spreading throughout the stone. What catches their eyes though, is the giant creature in the middle. Over ten times the size of the other creatures, this one lazily has it's mouth open while the other creatures come by and drop small chunks of meat into it. He hears Thor suck in a breath beside him and follows his eye-line to see a Jötunn body tucked away into a crevice, its stomach torn open as one of the creatures roots around in his guts. It pulls out an organ. Smaller creatures, possibly the children, come and drag the body away, munching at the body's sides while doing so. 

"They're eating the livers," Stephen says, lip curling in disgust. 

Loki blanches, "No, Strange. They're feeding the livers to the Queen. The rest they eat for themselves.”

A pebble rolls across the ground, causing the three to whip around. A creature prowls closer, eyes dead set on Thor. Stephen casts Mandala shields at his fists, and the creature's attention diverts to him. He narrows his eyes in thought and dissipates the shields. The creature's attention is back on Thor. Stephen summons a heatless light in his palm, yet the creature’s attention remains on Thor. Stephen huffs a laugh, "They see in infrared!" The creature pounces at Thor, but Stephen uses the Bands of Cyttorak to contain it. It struggles and writhes in its clutches, but almost immediately calms when Stephen ignites flames around it. Thor and Loki circle as Stephen inspects the creature. Now that he had the chance to get a good look at it, he could see how its eyes were similar to that of a fox. "See, Loki? It does good to know the predators in your area. This one evidently seeks heat. That's probably why they sought out the liver. It's typically one of the hottest organs, and it matches with the type of cut we saw in the other victim."

Loki either doesn't hear him or ignores his comment, most likely the latter, and comes closer to the creature. "Varmesøker," Loki announces. 

"Bless you," Thor says. 

Stephen gives him a questioning look, "Varme-what? Is that what it's called?"

"Norns if I know. I just imagined it would need a name. Varmesøker means 'heat seeker.' Seemed appropriate." Loki explains. Stephen hums with approval while Thor nods. 

"Now to address the Varmesøker in the room, what're we going to do with them?" Thor asks. 

Stephen starts, "We could-"

"No," Loki interrupts. 

"You didn't even let me finish!" Stephen protests.

"You didn't need to. You were going to suggest we lure them all to one place and kill them with the thing they love so much. Fire." Loki says. 

Stephen gapes at him for a moment, "First of all, that was a bit morbid. Secondly... yea, kinda."

Loki sighs, "And that's why I said no. Your plans historically aren't the best."

"My plans have defeated the likes of Dormammu and Thanos, for your information. Do you have a better plan?" Stephen raises his voice slightly.

"Umm, guys?" Thor says.

"To lead them away we would need a heat source," Loki argues. 

"Good thing we have three right here with us," Stephen counters back. 

Loki raises a brow, "you're not suggesting we use ourselves to draw them away?"

"Loki?" Thor alerts. 

"While using my magic, I have the highest heat signature. I'm suggesting I lead them away while you figure out where your people are." Stephen explains.

"That would never-" Thor's hand slaps over Loki's mouth. 

"They know we're here!" Thor exclaims in a hushed whisper. Sure enough, one of the Varmesøkers is entering the cave while two more climb onto the cliff they are arguing on. Loki pulls the hand away from his face with a glare. All three creatures stare down Thor until their attention is brought to the fire encircling one of their companions. 

Stephen whispers, "Thor, blast the floor in the ravine. You need to break it." Before either has the time to question his request, Stephen summons the Flames of the Faltine once again, except this time, he keeps it on his person and takes off running. The Varmesøkers are quick behind him. 

"I'm going to figure out where they're storing my people," Loki tells Thor once Stephen's out of earshot then disappears with a gleam of green. 

Thor huffs, "Guess I'll just stay here, then." 

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Thor observes the floor of the ravine carefully from his perch on the cliff. From what he could tell, the floor was composed of cracked obsidian, so the orange glow beneath it must be magma of some sort. He knew from his studies as a child that obsidian was a type of glass, so theoretically if he were to strike it with lightning, it would completely shatter. His main problem, however, was the Queen and other Varmesøkers still occupying said floor. As he prepared himself to unleash a bolt, he heard snarls and growls from at least three dozen Varmesøkers and running footsteps from a nearby tunnel, "Thor, do it now!" Strange yells.

With that, Thor let lightning surround his body.

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"Thor, do it now!" Stephen yelled at the god. He didn't know why Thor hadn't yet opened the floor to the magma chamber below, but he needed it done now! He kept running through the tunnel, flame in hand, with the Cloak swatting away jaws that got too close. He was rapidly coming up with a plan B, but Thor must've heard his call and Stephen saw how lightning started to surround his body. It crackled around him, and the attention of every single Varmesøker in the area turned to him. Lightning blasted the ground below, and the obsidian fell away into the magma. Stephen ran up to the edge of the cliff edge, increasing the intensity of the ball of fire in hand, and dropped it into the chasm. The Cloak lifted him above the stampede of creatures as they fell after the fire, one after one, and into the firey pits below. 

Thor and Loki join him on a nearby cliff edge, watching all of the creatures fall into the magma-like shooting stars. Loki speaks first, “I found a few surviving villagers. I freed a few of the less injured ones to help the others with the promise to return after dealing with the threat.”

“I’ll help you bring the others back,” Thor says. Stephen makes a noise of agreement. 

Loki clicks his tongue and sighs, "I suppose that takes care of our murder problem, then. Looks like your plan did work this time, after all, Wizard.”

Stephen chuckles a bit to himself and does jazz hands with little effort, "Abracadabra!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forget-Me-Not 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You sit in the cold room, shivering as your fingers pulse numbly, toes too. They’ve taken your shoes, your clothes, and your freedom. You won’t let them break you though. You won’t let those damned Odinsons win. This isn’t a victory. There are some things they can’t win. 

You shift, taking some of the weight off of your bound wrists. You lean against the wall, shoulders pressed to the plaster, ankles crossed as your keep your knees to your chest in an effort to stay warm. The dampness of the hotel basement adds to the deep chill in your bones as the noise of rumbling washers and dryers whirring from down the hall. You would scream if your could. 

The cloth is dry and gritty in your mouth, remnants of dirty caught in the fabric from your struggle. You fought as hard as you could. You always did and yet it always turned out like this. You were never strong enough. 

You hang your head. You always knew the Odinsons were scum. That there was something twisted about them. Their entitlement always reeked, but this, you couldn’t predict they’d go this far. And for what? A dead woman’s rotting old house. 

No, this isn’t about the house. This is about you. This is because you didn’t let their spoiled little son break you.

You snicker darkly. How it must burn him to know he couldn’t crush the town slut with his wormy dick. That the girl who was already cracked, didn’t just shatter against his inflated ego.  

He’s not as clever as he thinks. Look at you. This is not great trick. This is arrogance. This is desperation. It’s the Odinson way; if you don’t get what you ask for, you take it. 

Your laughter trickles off as you hear the footfalls approach. You hate that you know his gait. That you’re certain it’s him before he even appears. You don’t look up, you won’t suffer the sight of him. 

“I tried to play nice,” he taunts as he closes the door. “I even asked...” 

You lean your head to one side and close your eyes in a yawn. He huffs and his toes taps, the polished leather glinting in the corner of your eye. He steps nearer and looms over you. 

“It didn’t have to be like this.” 

“It does,” you say blithely, “do you really think you are the worst thing that ever happened to me?” You snort, “please.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t believe so. It must be hard to compare between so many,” he mocks, “do you even recall how many there were? Hm?” 

Your lips tauten and you clench your jaw. 

“You always were a pathetic little loser, Loki Odinson,” you sneer. 

“I’m certain you thought so when we met by the river, hm? When you cried to me--” 

“Oh, get on with it,” you snap. “I’m over this. I’m over you,” you lift your chin and glare up at him defiantly, “I haven’t thought of you in twenty years and if you weren’t standing here in front of me, I’d not even know what you look like or how your voice makes my skin crawl. I do not think of you. You are nothing. We both know if you left this forsaken village, you be just another snake in the grass and soon enough you’d be trampled under someone else’s boots--” 

He moves quickly. You can’t react, can’t defending yourself as he kicks to in the chest, putting his sole flat to it as he pins you to the wall. You wheeze and cackle. That’s it. You got him. 

“Let’s think about who is under who’s boot, dear,” he slithers. 

“I...” you rasp, “you know... people talk...” you take tight, tortured breaths under the crush of his boot, “so much and I never heard... of a wife... or children... nothing but... dejection...” 

“Shut up,” he barks. 

“You’re trapped here,” you croak, “by your own fucking... fear. Because you’re scared... that Loki Odinson... is no one--” 

He brings his toe up to your chin, kicking you so your jaw snaps shut and your teeth pinch your tongue painfully. You taste blood as you land on your side. You groan and try to blink away the silver stars in your vision. 

“Aw, baby...” your legs fold over limply, “did I hit a nerve--” 

He squats down and fists your hair, ripping your head up violently. Twisted on your side, your eyes roll with the lingering impact of his kick. You grin with blood coated teeth. 

“You never used to talk so much--” 

“Ptah!” You spit your mouthful into his face. He lets you go and you barely keep your head from hitting the floor. He wipes his cheek and grimaces. “You always talked too much.” 

He doesn’t say a word. You hear a metallic tink, the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle. How many times had you heard that? How many times did you close your eyes and just wish it was over? 

You brace yourself and use all your strength to move. You roll onto your back and plant your feet. You turn yourself as fast as you can, leaning your weight on your shoulders as you use your legs to maneuver. You fling your foot up and land your shot true.  

Your foot crunches into Loki’s crotch as he stands pompously over you. He gurgles and goes rigid as his legs lock. He grips tight the leather of his belt and trembles before he falls to his knees. You kick again, this time catching his stomach. He puffs out with a gasp and you go for a third. 

You miss his face as he shields himself with his forearm. He grunts as he cups his pants with one hand and grabs your ankle with his other. He yanks you, twisting your foot away from his face as you aim your heal at his jaw once more. He latches onto your other ankle and flips you over, swinging around to straddle you as you flail your legs. 

Your knees hit the floor painfully as he pins you. He turn himself around so he’s facing your head and he smacks the back of your skull. He growls and lifts himself slightly. The buckle clinks again and leather swishes against fabric. You snarl as he hooks the belt around your neck and pulls it tight, forcing your head back. 

“I know you remember this feeling,” he bends to hiss against your scalp, “I know you think about this every night. I want you to think about it every second of every day...” he yanks the belt until you can’t breathe, “you will never forget me. Never.” 

[vixxi]

Special Guest - Thor x Wife!Reader

You are married with Thor almost 6 years, you two met in Asgard, you were a daughter of Frigga's maid, so you growed up with two princes Thor and Loki.

You gave birth to a daughter Astrid, she has Thor's blonde hair and blue eyes, she is a adorable little girl, Thor loves spoiling his little princess and play with her, it was cute to see your adorable husband and daughter together.

When Astrid started to go to school, Thor was against it, he says that he could teach her by himself, even teach her to fight, so she can be a great warrior like him.

Everytime when Astrid was at school, Thor would act like a sad puppy, missing his daughter. And when you're going to get Astrid home, he would pick Astrid up and gave her a bone crushing hug while spinning around.

One day when you got Astrid from school, she told you and Thor that her teacher and her classmates would love to see Thor and learn something about the battles and Avengers, when Thor heared that, his blue eyes sparkled and agree.

So the next day Thor woke her up early than before, and helped her put some things to her bag and helped her to get dressed in as Asgardian warrior as him, it was adorable to see Thor being exited to spend more time with his little princess.

You helped to fix Thor's cape, as he chuckled and kissed your forehead "Thank you Sæta" you giggled and kissed Thor's cheek "Don't you dare break something in there Thor" Thor chuckled and when Astrid was ready, he picked her up in his arm.

"Ready little princess?" he asked his little daughter, she giggled and nodded "Yes Daddy!", then when you three got there, Astrid's classmates were exited to see Thor, as some of them played with his cape, Thor smiled at that.

Astrid's teacher Ms. Angelina Humber smiled and then starts to talk "Okay class, today we have a special guest, God of Thunder, one of the Avengers, Astrid's father, Mr. Thor Odinson" Astrid, as a good student and daughter got some drawings on the board ready.

"I hope you are nice to my daughter kids" Thor chuckled, Astrid's classmates nodded and some of them say "Yes Thor", you smiled and recorded it.

"As you heared from your teacher, I'm a god of thunder and an Avenger, little princess, will you be a good daughter and get me something to point?" Astrid giggled and nodded, then she picked a ruler and hand it to Thor "Thank you darling" Thor smiled.

You smiled as your husband told Astrid's classmates something about some of his famous battles, being an Avenger and a father of Astrid, and he even let them to touch his Mjolnir, it was adorable.

[talesofadragon]

𝐒𝐚𝐛'𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭

Hi friends!

Earlier this month marked two years since I joined Tumblr! 🥳 My original plans did not retain the amount of love I have received, the amazing fic writers I've encountered, or the fandoms I've fallen in love with and contributed to.

I try as much as possible to actively write, and even though it gets tough to stick to a schedule, I love getting the chance to share my work with this lovely community.

In celebration of my two-year mark, I'll be hosting "Stories by the Fire", a two-week writing celebration! If you're eager to participate, check out the below attractions, choose a number/song, and send me an ask!🙌🏻

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧

Get to know the blog!

What inspired you to start this blog?

How did you come up with the name "Tales of a Dragon"?

Who is your favorite character to write about?

Which of your works was your favorite to write? Most challenging? Least favorite?

What do you find most rewarding about sharing your stories?

Are there any specific messages or themes you hope readers take away from your stories?

Can you share a memorable interaction you’ve had with a reader or follower?

Will you be exploring new characters/fandoms?

What surprised you the most during your writing journey on here?

Do you have any unpublished works or ideas that you’re excited to share in the future?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

Choose a character I've never written about and pair them with the song lyrics provided below. Send me your pairing, and I will write a little drabble! You can send more information in the request.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬

HARRY POTTER: Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Tom Riddle.

MCU: Loki Laufeyson, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Dr. Strange, Peter Parker (The Amazing Spider-Man).

ACOTAR: Rhys, Cassian, Azriel, Eris, Tamlin.

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

Blue – Billie Eilish

“I try to live in black and white, but I'm so blue I'd like to mean it when I say I'm over you.”

Favorite – Isabel LaRosa

“I swear you're heaven, but boy, you're no angel You take me places only we go.”

One of the Girls – The Weeknd, JENNIE, and Lily-Rose Depp

“Give me tough love Leave me with nothin' when I come down.”

Friends – Chase Atlantic

“And what the hell were we? Tell me we weren’t just friends. This doesn't make much sense.”

Middle of the Night – Elley Duhé

“These burning flames, these crashing waves Wash over me like a hurricane.”

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince – Taylor Swift

“It's you and me, there's nothing like this Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince.”

Souvenir – Selena Gomez

“You're giving me chills at a hundred degrees It's better than pills how you put me to sleep.”

Beach House – The Chainsmokers

“Oh, darling of mine Where have you been.”

Boyfriend – Dove Cameron

“I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman.”

Infinity – James Young

“Can't be touched by no one I'd like to see 'em try.”

I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys

“Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought.”

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pick one of my stories (one-shots and series) or pick one of the characters I write for and request a prompt of your choosing! If you're not sure what to ask for, here are a few prompts to kickstart your imagination!

Character A and Character B discover they are expecting a child, but their joy is overshadowed by fear and uncertainty

Character A is forced to make a difficult decision that puts them at odds with Character B, testing the limits of their loyalty and trust

Character A is injured in battle, and Character B must nurse them back to health

Character A and Character B receive a mysterious prophecy foretelling the birth of a child who will bring either great prosperity or untold destruction to their kingdom

Character A surprises Character B with a charming weekend getaway to a quaint countryside cottage

Character A and Character B stumble upon an old trunk filled with childhood mementos

This celebration will last till the Ninth of June! Send in as many requests as you like. Let's have some fun!♥️

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Meeting And Dating Thor Odinson Would Include:

Meeting And Dating Thor Odinson Would Include:

Thor Odinson X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Loki (Mentioned), Frigga (Mentioned), Heimdall (Mentioned), Tony (Mentioned) Reader's friends (Mentioned), and The Warriors Three (Mentioned)

WC: 1,175

Warnings: Mentions of fighting (brief), cute stuff, baby angst, and fluff

You met Thor in a very unconventional way. 

In fact, you met him quite literally by accident. You were walking home from a cafe with your friends when someone bumped into you. You tripped over yourself, and in your haste to regain control, you ended up on the floor. When you looked up, you saw him looking at you with a slightly panicked expression. Your face must have said it all because he offered you his hand. You accepted his offer, and he helped you stand. 

He was quick to apologize, saying that he was so caught up in his own thoughts that he had failed to notice you. You actually didn't mind at all, the person before you was Thor, after all, an Avenger. His kind words put a smile on your face. He then asked if you'd like to join him for coffee. You smiled again and agreed. How could you say no to the Norse God? That's how you found yourself sitting across from each other at a small table in a cafe. It was pretty nice. You didn’t even care that that was your second coffee of that day.

Unsurprisingly, Thor was a charmer, retelling his great adventures with the Warriors Three and his brother, Loki You laughed along with his stories. You couldn't help but be enamored with the man in front of you. The god had bright blue eyes that seemed to glow and a handsome smile.

It wasn't long until you went on another date, and another, and another…

Expect Thor to tell you more stories of his quests. Ones with the warriors, Loki, and He enjoys your laughter as he tells you about the times they've gotten into trouble. You're always fascinated by their antics. Your laugh is so contagious, Thor can't help but laugh too.

You help him with technology. Helping him with the toaster or how to use the tv remotes.

Thor loves taking selfies with you, posting them to his social media with your help. Literally more than half of his phone is full of pictures of the two of you.

You, 90% of the time, go to cafes for your dates, and Thor always gets a coffee and lemon scone.

Thor takes you to Asgard the first chance he gets. He has a constant bright smile on his face as he introduces you to his mother and brother.

His mother, Frigga, loves you. Welcome to the family.

Heimdall thinks you are a great match for his friend. He sees how happy you make Thor. He approves.

You always think of Thor when it thunders outside.

On quiet days, you and Thor sit together and read. Most of the time though, Thor asks you to read to him as he rests his head on your lap. He finds your voice soothing.

You like to take him to art museums. Taking him to see some of your favorite paintings. 

Thor is prince charming. Always taking care of you whenever possible. It makes you happy, knowing that someone cares so much for you.

Stealing his clothes, mostly the t-shirts he wears when he's not saving the world. Thor does notice when they are missing, in fact, he leaves them out in the open in hope of you finding them and stealing them from him. He does think you look better in them than he does.

After you move into the tower with him, you and Thor take turns pranking Tony. Moving his tools when he's gone, reprogramming his ACDC music to classical through JARVIS, and getting everybody in the tower to call him ‘Pony’ for an entire day. 

You and Thor play Just Dance together, and it really turned into a competition. Thor is surprisingly really good at dancing, which makes you pretty jealous. But, quickly your dance jealousies subside when you see Thor dance in those jeans.

Sometimes, at night when you both can't sleep, Thor would turn on some soft music, taking you in his arms and leading you into a gentle sway. Closing your eyes, you held each other close, as the world just fell away.

Thor is a cuddler. He'd cuddle with anyone, but with you, he's a full-on raging cuddle monster. There isn't a night where he isn’t cuddling you. Either he’s spooning you from behind or literally on top of you, his head resting on your stomach.

He does snore, you don't mind. It helps remind you that he's there.

Will thunder and lightning if he's angry. If someone is rude to you and makes you cry, the skies will darken and the weatherman will get confused. 

Now, you don't fight or argue a lot, but when you do, you're heated in a fight one moment, and the next either apologizing to one another or in a passionate kiss. Either way, it ends quickly, you never fight for long. You and Thor never want to go to bed angry.

Thor watches in bated breath as you wrap your hand around the handle of the hammer. He throws his arms up in the air as he jumps out of his seat with glee. Wrapping you up in his arms, he spins you around. 

"I told you Y/N was worthy!"

Thor's not too much of a fan of PDA, but if someone tries to steal you away, he's not afraid to show them that you are his. 

Huge into hand holding.

And hand kisses.

When he's called off for a mission, Thor always says goodbye. Taking you in his arms as he takes in your scent, memorizing it for when he was away. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before promising to be back soon.

He will use your shampoo. Gotta keep that hair looking fine. And it reminds him of you.

Thor surprises you with little gifts and trinkets from Asgard and any other planet or realm. Leaving them somewhere random in your room. 

Will get you anything you desire. You say your favorite brush broke, he's off to get you another. Your favorite shirt ripped? He's finding a sewing kit and learning how to sew just for you. You pass a cute animal on the street? He's coming back with your new pet. He'd do anything for you.

A lot of terms of endearment. Like, my love, dear, darling, etc. And, on occasion, baby.

Thor is a huge fan of board games. He loves playing Monopoly. He always plays as the dog. though, you did teach him the game Twister.

There are two types of mornings for you two, 1) Waking up and not feeling like getting out of bed until later. Your head resting on Tho's chest and his arms wrapped around you as he hums an old Asgardian song. 2) Waking up with him bringing you breakfast in bed. Laughing as he sneaks a piece of bacon off your plate.

Thor plans to spend the rest of his days with you. He wants you to know how happy you make him, and how much he loves you.

[psychospore]

Asgardian Yuletide Ball

A/N: probably a bit late for Christmas but I still want to share this one with everybody :) Not much about the ball though

Quick Summary: The Asgardian Royal Family is hosting tonight's yuletide ball. Thor was persistent in having Loki join this year. You joined the ball and the brothers were captivated by your beauty, as well as the rest of the crowd. You wore an ever-changing dress and everyone seems to ask who you are and where in the nine realms did you come from.

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It was the morning before the ball, Loki was just chilling on the balcony of his room, gazing towards the garden when Thor barged in "brother, I heard you are not going to the ball tonight?" he asked

"there's no point in me being there. It's a task for me and I'd rather stay here in my room for the entirety of the evening" Loki responded

"but I must insist, I can sense tonight will be different from the other balls we had before"

"the answer is no, brother. I will not go. It will be the same merriment that the rest of you enjoys and I don't."

"even if I tell you that I will be an accomplice to one of your mischiefs if you do?"

"I'm not sure why you're being persistent, but fine - I am planning something big anyway, and how can I say no if my dearest brother offered his helping hand"

"that settles it then - see you at the ball" Thor left and Loki was still confused as to why Thor insisted on having him there.

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At the ball, both of the brothers stood alongside Odin and Frigga. They were scanning the crowd when they saw a fine maiden enter the great hall. Her skin as white as porcelain, with ebony hair almost reaching the floor, adorned with different flowers. She wears an intricate crimson off-shoulder (accentuating her collarbones), puffy dress. The dress is adorned by live flowers of different sizes, running from the waist up to the back of the dress. She wears a flower crown to complete the look.

The brothers stand with their jaws dropping as she walks through the crowd. Thor asked Odin who this lady is - but even Odin does not know. Without much thought, Thor moved through the crowd and offered his hand for a dance. Disappointment and frustration is visible in Loki's eyes, which Frigga noticed. She told his son, "the night is young and there is plenty of time for you to ask for that maiden's hand for a dance,"

"I don't stand a chance against my brother, if he wills it, he will get the girl in no time" he answered

"I don't think so, son, Thor might be asking her hand now but I can sense how she keeps stealing gazes at you. Just give it a chance"

Loki rolled his eyes as he looks at Thor and her.

Thor approaches the maiden, "greeting, milady - I hope you are enjoying tonight's ball. I am Thor Odinson - please to meet you" he bows

"My prince, I am... y/n. Thank you - this ball is exquisite," you curtsy.

"Not as exquisite as you - may I have this dance? and please call me Thor"

"Gladly, my pri.. I mean Thor. It is an honor" Thor holds out his hand.

As soon as you take Thor's hands, your crimson dress shifts to a bright red, with silver detailing to match the prince's outfit.

"wow - your dress is incredible. How did you do that?" Thor asks as you started dancing with him.

"magics..I guess" you answered him, trying to avoid more questions about you.

You mostly had a small talk with Thor while dancing. He mostly talked about himself which you greatly enjoyed but you keep avoiding questions about yourself.

Meanwhile, Loki is still amazed about what happened to your dress. He asked Frigga, but she herself does not know. "Son, the dance is almost ending. Go and ask her before somebody else does" Frigga urged Loki.

Loki walked his way towards you and arrives as soon as the song has finished. "brother, meet y/n. I hope you have a fun interaction as much as we had. y/n, this is Loki, my brother - he's a great guy" Thor gives the floor to Loki to be your dance partner this time.

"Hello, Lady y/n. A pleasure to meet you tonight."

"The pleasure's all mine, prince Loki"

"just Loki - I want you to be comfortable with me tonight. I have a lot of questions for you and I hope you don't mind" he asks as he offers his hand for a dance.

"Loki, I will do my best to answer your questions" you giggled as you take his hand and your dress transformed again - this time to an emerald dress with ebony detailing. The flowers that adorned you remain a crimson hue.

"Mother told me that you kept stealing gazes from me since you came, I wonder why," he asked as he scans your dress, visibly amazed but you are surprised when he asked a different question.

" oh, I honestly thought you will ask about my dress first - you seemed interested but I guess not - but to answer your question, you caught my eye as soon as I set my eyes upon you"

"your dress is definitely breath-taking, I hope to find such time to talk to you more about it but I am much more interested in the person wearing it so I guess we're both the same"

" I am glad to hear that Loki, I do." you draw closer to him so your dance became much more intimate as the music significantly slows down.

"I have more questions..." Loki whispered in your ear. You started to blush.

"Can we save it for another time? I seem to like how close we are and I'd like to savor the moment" you answered

"How can I say no to that, my love"

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When the dance ended, Loki guided you to a balcony exclusive for the royal family - to speak with you.

"You are wonderful, darling" Loki spoke as he cupped one of your cheeks

You held the same hand with your free hand, and the other hand behind his head to draw him closer for a kiss. It was amazing for both of you. You feel like one soul trapped in different bodies, connected by the kiss you made. Loki's other arm snaked through your waist to draw you closer.

You break the kiss and distance yourself from Loki. "what's wrong, my princess?" Loki, looking disappointed asked.

"Thank you, Loki." you started working farther from him and closer to the balcony. You took a deep breath. "you are the best thing that happened to me tonight, or any other night" a sad smile strewn across your face as you look at Loki.

"what in the nine realms do you mean? We were just having fun. Have I done something to wrong you, my love" Loki asked.

"I am happy that I met you, love. I hope to see you again in a better light." you ran to back to him to give him another quick kiss before you jumped out of the balcony. You went with the wind, fading into stardust. Loki ran to follow you but he saw nothing. He was about to jump out too when Thor called out to him.

"What are you doing here, brother?" Thor asked

"y/n, she vanished just now. She jumped from this balcony" Loki said in a panicked voice

"who's y/n?" Thor asked.

"what? what do you mean? You danced with her earlier"

"I think you have way too much to drink brother. Let's go back inside"

Loki was extremely perplexed and he walked back to the throne where Odin and Frigga are.

"Mother ---"

"Son, I know. You are not going crazy. Rest assured. The maiden you met was someone beyond us" Frigga whispered.

"Will I ever meet her again mother?"

"Probably, if the fates will it - hopefully soon my son" Frigga cups his son's face as she gives him a hug.