#atterodominatus

[dduerksen]

Today’s jam #sabaton #atterodominatus https://www.instagram.com/p/CRrJXcOLdFv/?utm_medium=tumblr

[gingerwritess]

Omg I love hands too, can u imagine the reader just out of the blue straddling Loki (who was perfectly minding his own business on the couch reading) & the reader pulls the book from his hands and starts to just feel them. Kiss them. Even nibble them just a little. And our smol bean is just so confused but slowly closes his eyes and just enjoys the sensations. When the reader hears him sigh she looks up and he’s full blushing like ‘oh I actually liked the feeling of that’,real cozy vibe fic

i am aLIVE have this dumb little fluffy piece to tide you over, i have something up my sleeve that i’ll be posting about later but for now...enjoy fawning over loki’s hands

He’s deeply at peace right now, with the most serene softness to his face that you’ve seen in a long time.

Loki’s been needing some peace lately, between hyper kids and an equally hyper brother, plus patients and work and avenging and being a princely diplomat and a husband; yeah, he deserves to curl up with a good book.

But, his hands dare to exist. So graceful. Such long, pale fingers, turning the pages and clutching the cover, you want to hold them, but he’s caressing a book, not you.

What a shame it would be if someone were to interrupt.

You stride over to the couch, pluck the book out of his hands—careful not to lose his spot—and plop yourself down on his lap.

“I was reading that,” Loki halfheartedly protests, half a tired grin creeping over his face—he can’t say this isn’t preferred.

“Read me,” you mutter, already distracted by the hands settling on your thighs. “Give me your hands.”

The god quirks an eyebrow, but does as you say. Always, does as you say, as if he likes it, as if he’s proud to.

You hold his hands like he held the book. Just let them sit in your palms, occasionally running your thumbs along the curve of skin between his thumbs and forefingers.

They’re heavy.

Yet at the same time...perfectly light. At first they float, and Loki is confused, so you lean forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead and his hands fall the rest of the way into yours.

“What’s this about?”

“Appreciation.”

The left hand drops from your grip as you focus on the right, lifting it to eye level and squinting at it.

Holding perfectly still, he watches you trace the undersides of his fingers from the tip to the center of his palm, your touch ghostly and careful, sending a tingling shiver down his spine.

The minuscule jerk of his body under you makes you crack a smile, and you bring his palm to your lips.

“Tickles?”

Loki nods, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Sorry,” you whisper, and place a tiny kiss on each of his fingertips.

“Kids asleep?”

“Mhm.”

He hums right back deep in his throat, his free hand settling in the curve where your thigh meets your hip, his thumb brushing over your skin as you kiss his fingertips.

He’s gone completely limp and looks so difinitively delicious that you can’t help but take the tip of his middle finger between your teeth, watching him through your eyelashes when he cracks an eye open to stare at you.

“Careful—”

Sliding your fingers through his, you cut him off by catching his lips with yours.

That’s when he actually relaxes.

His eyes close and he groans against you, squeezing your hand tight as you stroke your fingers along his knuckles. You’re lifting the weight of a million stars from his chest with one brush of your lips, and you guide his hands to wrap around your neck as you pry your fingers from his so you can slide your palms over his chest, his shoulders, up his neck to lose themselves in his hair.

The smallest whimper leaves his throat.

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling away ever so slightly, forehead still resting against his. “Loki. You okay?”

“Tired,” he replies hoarsely. “So, so tired.”

He hasn’t been sleeping well, you’ve been able to tell, always tossing and turning beside you, trying to hold onto you and see if that will put him to sleep, but most of the time he ends up getting out of bed to go busy himself with anything he can. A book, a small task, writing, you, if you’re awake; any kind of distraction.

You nudge his cheek with your nose, slowly stroking your palm up and down the side of his neck. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Right now, just fall asleep, I’m right here.”

His forehead drops to your curve of your neck. “Something’s changing,” he murmurs, fingers curling against your back. “It’s waking me. I don’t know what or when or what is has to do with us, but something...something significant is on the horizon.”

Moving slowly from his cheek to just under his eye, you trace your lips along the smooth skin there, placing a soft kiss on his brow. “Something good?”

“Maybe.” He twitches under you and shakily tries to land a kiss to your lips, but he misses and it lands on your chin instead. Breathing a quiet laugh, you take his face in your hands, thumb tracing once over his lips before you guide him into a proper kiss.

“We’ll make it good,” you whisper. “Whatever it is.”

Trailing soft kisses across his cheek and down his neck, you pick his left hand up again, lips moving to the inside of his wrist as he quietly groans.

“What kind of dark magic...”

“Affection, Loki.” A quick kiss to his wedding ring. “It’s called affection.”

He laughs, his fingers curling towards you. “I know. Can I—”

“No.”

You push him back against the couch with a firm kiss to his forehead, not letting go of his hand when he tries to flip the tables on you.

“Unbelievable,” he grunts. His eyes flutter closed and he smiles. “You’re such a pain.”

“Mhm.”

You kiss his wedding ring again, ghosting kisses along his ring finger and down to his palm and back up to twirl his ring around his finger. It’s still one of your favourite things you’ve ever given him—aside from two children, I suppose.

A thin golden serpent wraps itself around his left ring finger, a snake with two tiny emerald eyes, biting it’s tail to bind him as yours.

When you lift your gaze, he’s staring at it.

“You okay, honey?”

He smiles, twists his hand suddenly to grab your wrist and yank you against him, and locks an arm around your neck as you let out a yelp.

“Always,” he whispers, and kisses your giggling lips. “Always, no matter what.”

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@toozmanykids @brooklyn-times

[ruinsrebuilt]

hii i'm new to tumblr and i'm not sure how big the BoB fandom is on here, but i was just wondering if you knew of any good accounts to follow? tysm :)

Hi there!!! it’s a pleasure to meet you :) 

the BoB fandom is surprisingly active on tumblr, so there are quite a number of good accounts to follow! I’ll rec my personal favorites for you, and don’t forget to browse the BoB tags to find some great content creators! 

BoB blogs I highly recommend: 

(most of these guys write and make edits as well, so I’ll put the writers in bold, and the edit-makes in italics. keep in mind everyone on this list does something even if I don’t mark them; I just haven’t had the chance to explore their work yet!)

@snowmedics @diosia @bullrandleman @aces-low @shiftyspirits @webgottrash @fandomscenariosforyou @thatsnotmozarts @janovec @lovingnixon @atterodominatus @donsmalarkey @emono-omae @thedenofcaseywolfe @celestial-annihilation @sergeantskip @malarked @davidvvebsters @david-kenyon-webster @chuckegrant @charles-grant @onlythenuns @dustyjumpwingz @spoondragon @gondorgirl01 @damnyoualex @johnhalls @nixonn @queenofkeys @hbowarrior @profsledge @thomasflint @littleblairwitch @georgeluz @radiocusca @luzlicious @cassian-andork @gemfyre @freyja-sonaan

there you go!! hope this was helpful! feel free to ask any questions you might have, and I hope you find the fandom as welcoming and friendly as I did. it really is full of so many wonderful people

[professorleckie]

⋆Some Icons of the Baddest Bitch of them all a.k.a. Ron Speirs⋆

as requested by @ atterodominatus

[gingerwritess]

What would Elliot's first word be and how would Loki react? Btw love your writing❤️

nobody move or you’ll scare the content away

ugh i am so sorry i haven’t been able to write much! thank anyone who stuck around! i’ve been having to focus mostly on my school related writing (plus got a job so woo!) and its definitely not slowing down anytime soon, but here’s a little something i did manage to get out.

i don’t think i’ll ever get over the idea of Loki being a dad

A light that isn’t supposed to be on is on in the kitchen.

Every night, you turn out all of the lights in the house but a dim lamp by Loki’s bedside, so this one is foreign enough to rouse you from your rest and wake you to the point of realizing that your husband is gone.

Grabbing your robe off the floor, you slip it on as you pad down the hallway, stifling a yawn. Not only has your baby on a strange, reversed sleep schedule, but Loki doesn’t seem to need sleep either. This isn’t the first time he’s been up and about in the wee hours of the night.

Maybe another nightmare, maybe just a messed up inner alarm clock…you never know.

Shadows dance across the walls before you even reach the doorway, and Loki speaks in a hushed little baby voice.

“I love you, Elliot! My little blue baby, I love you!”

You pause in the doorway before he can see you.

On the floor with his back to a cupboard, Loki, gloriously jötun and clad in only a pair of loose silk pants, sits crisscross and holds your tiny son in his hands out in front of him.

Elliot is cooing happily and squirming in Loki’s hands, his hands large enough to comfortably take the place of the little baby’s bed, and he brings him closer to place the gentlest kiss on his delicate forehead.

You peek your head in through the doorway for a better look.

Oh. Elliot’s blue, too.

The golden kitchen light softens Loki’s jötun skin to a sky blue and his eyes to almost pink, and if you didn’t already love him, he’d be terrifying. But in your kitchen murmuring to his son how they’re going to help each other and saying I love you like a prayer, he’s a work of art.

Blue and etched with markings, cold and blood-eyed, you know your son will look like him, too, all sharp angles and structure and untouchable as a knife.

Dangerous but beautiful as the winter.

“I love you, Elliot.”

He gurgles in response and kicks a chubby foot in Loki’s face, three of his tiny toes the same blue as his father.

Loki catches the little foot and kisses it, bending his knees to rest the baby against his thighs. “Do you think I’m getting better at this?” he whispers. “We can keep having these little rendezvous, I think they’ve been helping.”

Tugging the robe tighter around you, you fight back another yawn and lean as close through the doorway as you can manage without interrupting.

“I love you,” he repeats, holding Elliot up and running the tip of his finger along the four marks on his left eyebrow, curving softly above his pinkish-red eye. “Don’t worry, I have those ones, too.”

You watch him shift back to his aesir form, Elliot following suit when Loki kisses his chubby cheek—then he shifts back to jötun, resting his forehead against his son’s until the two of them are blue again—or at least, splotched with blue.

There in the dim light, Loki does it again, murmuring how he loves him and switching back and forth between their two forms.

“You are a very pretty colour,” he whispers with a small smile. He sounds like you do whenever he’s in this form, trying to convince him of his beauty. “Your mother thinks so, too. She’s very strange.”

Elliot gazes up at him with those big red eyes and sticks his toes in his mouth.

“That’s very insightful of you, Elliot.”

The baby giggles. “Ah-loo.”

Your heart stops and Loki’s voice dies in his throat.

“What?”

“Ah-loo!”

Loki scrambles to pull himself off the floor, a beaming grin spreading over his blue face. “What, Elliot?”

Your son keeps giggling and still half asleep, you don’t think to run to them before Loki’s running into you in the doorway, crashing into you while Elliot’s first word bubbles from his throat.

“Loki, that’s his first—”

“I was just coming to wake you,” Loki interrupts excitedly, landing a kiss that doesn’t quite follow through to your cheek. “Shh, shh, listen—who’s the cutest bluest baby?”

Held out in front of you in Loki’s hands, Elliot sticks out his tiny tongue and blows a spit bubble. “Ah-loo!”

“Loki,” you laugh, and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind him, you can’t think of anything more that needs to be said; right now, Elliot is the only one with something to say, and he does.

“Ah-loo,” he giggles again, more than thrilled to see his mother watching him over Loki’s shoulder at this hour. “Ah-loo.”

Loki’s lips settle into the gentlest smile, gazing down at his son, and he leans his head against yours.

“Well, it’s not dad or ma,” he says and you know he’s still thrilled, “but I’ll take it. Whatever he means by ‘ah-loo.’”

The sound leaves Loki’s mouth and is immediately followed by another little gurgle from Elliot, and the two of them go back and forth a few times, ah-loo-ing each other until you can’t take the cuteness anymore and steal a thorough kiss from each of them.

“I’m so glad we didn’t miss this,” you sigh, following suit as Loki lowers himself back onto the kitchen floor, still crooning over your baby.

“Me either.” Loki sounds starstruck, red eyes glittering and blue skin absolutely freezing when you snuggle up against his chest so you can stare at Elliot, too. “Ah-loo, hm? What is that supposed to mean?”

Tiny hands reach for the both of you and he gives a happy little squeal. “Ah-loo.”

“Maybe he’s saying hello,” you whisper and run a hand over Loki’s chest. “Maybe he’s already developing your accent and says hello like an old British man.”

“An old British man,” he repeats with a frown. “And here I thought you liked my voice.”

Not liking that frown one bit, you dig your fingers into the soft bare skin of his side and Loki squirms, biting back a shout of laughter.

“I love you,” you huff and tickle him once more for good measure, “and every little thing about you. Especially your voice.”

Loki laughs, bops a finger gently on Elliot’s tiny nose, and turns to press a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, too.”

Little chubby arms reach for you again. “Ah-loo!”

The three of you huddle there on the kitchen floor until you get too cold against Loki’s icy skin and convince him to come back to bed—bringing Elliot with you, of course.

Loki eventually shifts back to aesir form and you gratefully cuddle up to his chest, right next to your little son, who has finally stopped squirming and seems to be settling down on Loki’s chest as well for the last few hours of sleep.

“I love you,” Loki murmurs, one hand on Elliot’s back as the other gently traces down your cheek.

You mumble it back and grab his chin to steal a kiss, and Elliot gurgles one last “ah-loo” into Loki’s chest.

You’ve barely started to consider it a kiss when your eyes fly open in shock.

“Ah-loo,” you gasp and break away from Loki with a smack. “I love you.”

“I love you, too?”

“No,” you laugh, and Elliot opens his eyes once more to beam up at you. “He’s saying I love you, Loki.”

Loki falls silent and you think that may have broken him, but then he wraps his arms around the baby and hugs him as tight as he possibly can without hurting the little guy.

“I love you,” he says again, this time hesitating, curious if that’s really it—

“Ah-loo!”

That’s better than any variation of “ma” or “da” that you and Loki could’ve hoped for.

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loki tags: @bluediamond007 @himitoshi @drakesfiance @destiel1597 @dangertoozmanykids101 @archy3001 @jcalpha1 @yzssie @skullvieplu @forthesnakeofdragons @skulliebythesea @wegingerangelica @storiesfrommirkwood @agarwaeneth @adaliamalfoy @laurfangirl424@fitzsimmons-is-forever @ladylokimischief @katelinwrites @tarynkauai @polaristrange @loavesofmeat @canadian-ravenpuff-multishipper @lou-makes-me-strong @holyn0vak @chocolatealmondmillk @swtnrholland @kenzieam @jessiejunebug  @catticas @the-republic-and-face-of-texas

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@mellowgirl01 @lokislilcaribbeanprincess @allthingzhiddleston @scorpionchild81 @lokixme @blue-automne @devilbat @kangaroobunny @end-up-well @planetariumx @sarcsep @mrfandomtastic @amaru163 @im-way-too-many-fandoms @caswinchester2000 @kybaeza @wester-than-west @vintagesunshinebitch @adefectivedetective @poetic-nikolai @moonduhsted @kerri-masson @iamverity @innaminitus @spnbarnes @narcissxblack @woohoney @anxiousamandapanda @padmeisgay @authordreaming13 @lokisironthrone @theunknowinglys

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@toozmanykids

[spoondragon]

So @ramimalekeyes tagged me in a thing. You just like… post some pictures from the camera roll on your phone? I’m sure there are some stipulations I missed but eh. Here’s some pics from my “real life” (99.9% of my camera roll is my kids. Shocker. So it was actually really fun to go back and see what ELSE caught my eye.)

I guess I’m supposed to tag people too? I did 9 photos, so I’ll tag 9 people. @snowmedics, @moontowers, @soulsacrificed, @totidem-verbis, @bullrandleman, @atterodominatus, @make-upgeek, @msridcully, and @suitcasefullofmixtapes - do the thing?

[majbucky]

tag game

i’m sorry i’m so late but i got tagged by @dochoe thanks friend!!

song: brothers in arms - dire straits, crazy train - ozzy osbourne

movie: saving private ryan and anything with will ferrell

show: band of brothers

character: ron speirs, joe toye, joe liebgott, eugene roe, dean winchester, captain john miller

food: delizie!!

i’m tagging @cassian-andork, @atterodominatus, @bloodywolfy, @alexpenkala, @thedauntlessduck and @hbowarrior sorry if you’ve already done this, i have no idea haha

[fandomscenariosforyou]

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable). SPREAD POSITIVITY!

I was also tagged by @shiftyspirits and @atterodominatus

1. Uh I’m funny!2. I’ve got a big heart3. I can always make people feel better or smile4. My eyelashes are super long idk man5. I’m pretty clever when it comes to remarks

I would tag y'all again because I love y'all but you already did it so aixksoxlljxj

[gingerwritess]

What was the proposal with Loki like? Did he propose? Also what was their wedding like? xxxx

The first time Loki proposed to you, Jim and Pam were getting married.

You thought he wasn’t watching, really, with the soft, slow breaths ghosting over the top of your head, the arm fallen limp around your chest—you’d assumed he fell asleep.

But Jim and Pam run off to Niagara Falls to get married, and Loki breathes a quiet chuckle into your hair. The hand splayed over your stomach taps you softly.

“Tha’s cute.”

He’s mumbling, more than half asleep and words slurring, eyes lidded, but he gives you a sleepy smile and lifts a finger towards the laptop sitting on your thighs.

“We should do that.”

“Get married on a boat?” You whisper, glancing up to look at him.

“Rivers in the lower regions of Asgard are the most beautiful I’ve seen,” he murmurs, head dropping to rest against the top of your head. “We could actually sail off into the sunset.”

You pause. Is this a proposal?

You wouldn’t put it past him, to propose in a rather…unconventional way, but you’d thought he was biding his time because he was planning something a bit more personal and thought out.

Not just a half asleep, backhanded mention.

But still, it’s endearing. You never know what to expect with Loki.

“Sure.” You twist around in his arms, tilting your head up to press a kiss to his jaw. “When?”

His eyes are closed again.

“Tomorrow.”

“Yikes,” you laugh, patting his thigh as you settle back against him. “Let’s at least get engaged first.”

It’s quiet for a moment and you’re fairly certain Loki fell asleep again. This must’ve just been mostly sleep talking.

“Aren’t we?”

“Huh?”

Loki breathes deeply, eyes still closed. “Aren’t we engaged?”

“No, genius.” You grin and lightly poke your elbow back into his gut. “I’m still waiting.”

Silence. Then,

“Fuck.”

He opens his eyes and sighs loudly, right in your ear. “Then that was all a dream, wasn’t it.”

Heart twisting, you pause the show and turn around with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You were dreaming about me, sunshine?”

“Always,” he mumbles, shifting down on the couch cushion to lay better. “But that was a nightmare. Asking you to be mine. Terrifying.”

Your fingers find his hair, slowly rubbing the back of his neck. “Did I say yes?”

“Mm.” His eyes close again. “Can’t recall.”

“One of these days you should ask me for real,” you quietly tell him, biting back a smile when his eyebrow quirks over closed eyes. “Just to see what happens.”

He’s almost asleep again, but he cracks one tired eye open to look at you.

“Would you marry me?”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach—you didn’t think he’d actually ask.

The answer is yes, of course, yes, but your throat goes dry at the sheer suddenness of such a life altering question, the fact that Loki’s literally half asleep not exactly helping the case.

“Never mind,” he whispers, closing his eyes again and letting out a slow breath.

Your fingers still in his hair and you shake yourself out of a daze, swallowing thickly.

“Yeah.”

One corner of his lips quirks upwards. “Really?”

“Yes,” you giggle, tugging gently on his hair, but he still doesn’t open his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll marry you. We’ve already discussed this, doofus.”

“Wonderful.” He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck with a quiet chuckle. “Thank you.”

A few minutes pass, and Loki’s asleep.

…that was it?

Okay, you shouldn’t be disappointed, and really, you’re not, but you can’t say you’re not surprised.

With how much he likes to talk about “when we’re married” and “once you’re my wife,” you’d expected maybe just a little more than a sleepy “marry me?” in the middle of watching The Office.

Oh well. It’s cute, and very unlike him, and it did the job—

“You truly think so little of me?”

Long fingers dig into your sides and you shriek, jolting off of Loki with a start. “HEY!!”

Laughing, he laces his hands together behind his head, lounging there with ankles crossed and hair splayed and an infuriatingly smug grin on his face. You backhand his chest, pulling yourself off the floor.

“Tell me you didn’t think I just proposed to you.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You did,” you huff, climbing back onto the couch with him. “That’s why I said yes, dipshit.”

“No, I asked you if you would marry me. Not if you will.”

“You’re joking, right?”

He shakes his head, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth with a grin for a split second as you stare at him, dumbfounded. 

“I changed my mind,” you groan, grabbing a pillow off the couch and smothering his laughter with it. “I won’t marry you ever in a million years, Loki, not after that.”

”I’ll wait,” he laughs, voice muffled under the pillow. “A million and one years until you’re mine, then.”

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feel free to send me ideas!!

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forgive me for the most cliche request ever but i am a SUCKER for the pre-dating “oh no we have to stay in a hotel or something but there’s only one bed” troupe, so anything even sort of like that would be adorable 🥺🥺

okay but hear me out on this one...how about....there was only oNE CHAIR

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When you said you like older men, this is not what you were talking about.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, his hands are moving, sliding to wrap around your waist and you gulp, trying not to wiggle.

“Sorry,” Loki whispers, barely audible as he shifts under you. “It’s not you, just my leg...”

“Move your hands or lose ‘em,” you hiss right back, shoving his wandering hands away from your midsection.

“I can’t help it, you’re slipping—stop moving.”

New hires at Stark Industries have this one meeting/seminar thing they have to attend, and your’s somehow turned into this painfully awkward, awkwardly tense little lap-sitting convention. As most meetings do, right?

Just another day at the office...

...pretending not to notice that you’re sitting on the lap of a world criminal in disguise, his arm around your waist, both of you pretending to listen to Tony Stark stress the importance of reporting threats in the workplace.

“I should’ve reported you from day one,” you murmur in his ear, twisting around in his grip to lean into him. “You’re hitting all the marks. Safety threat, verbal and psychological harassment, threats on life, unregistered weapons...I’m adding sexual harassment to your folder now, too.”

He pinches your side with a frown, drawing a tiny squeak from you. “I didn’t ask for this, and I’m certainly not enjoying it. Now stop wiggling, you’re making this extremely uncomfortable for the both of us.”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Tony whistles, waving a hand towards you as you twist back around and lean against Loki—sorry, Dr. Laing. “You’re adorable, I love the camaraderie we’re bringing into the company, but just hold back for a couple more minutes. Please.”

A hole in the ground to crawl into and die sounds absolutely lovely, right about now.

“Sure thing, boss.”

Laing grins and gives him a thumbs up, his other hand curled tight around your waist; you just nod, absolutely, irrevocably mortified.

As soon as the attention is off of the two of you, you grab Loki’s hand and pry it off your waist, digging your elbow into his ribs as hard as you can.

“Ferocious little beast,” he laughs quietly, bouncing his thigh twice to try to slide you back on balance on his lap—you try not to fume audibly, since this is your boyfriend, after all. “This’ll be over soon, just play along.”

His knee bounces again when you start to protest, jolting your body to the side and—

“Norns above.”

You flailed. He was trying to knock you off balance, trying to make a fool of you, but instead of falling off his lap, your hands scrabble for the closest thing you can hold onto—one landing firmly between his legs as you slip to straddle his thigh.

...getting a nice handful of something and ripping a wheezed curse from Loki’s throat.

You freeze.

I mean, what else could you do?? When there’s a firm thigh between your legs, a rather large hand clutching your waist to keep you upright, and you have to pretend like you didn’t just grab his dick for support, one’s brain has the tendency to completely short-circuit.

Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around.

You swallow thickly, already cringing as Loki shifts under you, awkwardly giving a quiet cough in your ear.

“You can let go now,” he whispers hoarsely, tapping your wrist.

Oh god.

Freezing even meant your hand.

Snapping your hand away as if you’ve been burned, you swing your leg around so at least you’re not straddling him anymore, focusing your horrified face back on the presentation.

Now he’s wiggling.

You try to lean forward on the table to at least get your weight off of him, but Loki just shifts uncomfortably in his seat and fumbles with his lab coat, tugging it shut over his front.

Don’t. Look.

His hand settles on your waist again, gently guiding you back against him. “Don’t make a scene,” he murmurs in your ear, glancing around the full conference table. “Sit.”

“I’m so sorry—”

“Quiet.”

He pointedly pushes you to one side of his lap.

An awful, painfully awkward moment passes perched on Loki’s—Laing’s—left thigh, trying to keep your hands to yourself, until Loki wraps an arm around you to pull you back against him.

His lips ghost over the edge of your ear, the shiver that wracks your body completely involuntary.

“Shouldn’t I report you for that?”

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Hey, how are you? I just wanted to say that I have the image in my head that Teenage Elliot and Peter sit together and talk about their superpowers. Do you think they would be friends because both can't talk openly about their powers and I have the feeling that connects both of them.

let’s kick this off with some elliot and spiderman stuff, that’s something new! 

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Hotdog in hand, Elliot kicks his dangling feet, the laces on his sneakers fluttering in the wind.

“Hey, uh, Peter?”

“What’s up?”

“You ever wish you didn’t get bit by that spider?”

Spider-Man takes another bite of his chili dog.

If anyone had told him that someday he’d be sitting atop a New York building, eating hot dogs and answering existential questions from a ten year old…he’d have assumed someone slipped him a pot brownie.

But here we are.

He chews slowly, thinking.

“Yeah, sometimes. Yeah. I used to, a lot.” A bit of chili drips onto the red and blue uniform. “But you know what? Sometimes I think about if someone else had gotten bit. Woken up with my, um, superpowers.”

“That probably would’ve been bad,” Elliot remarks, watching a couple on the sidewalk below struggling to walk their stubborn dog.

“Uh-huh. These abilities could’ve fallen into anyone else’s hands, and who knows what they would’ve chosen to do with them. So I’m glad that I get to know the choices that they…I made.”

Elliot nods and flicks a leaf off the roof.

Peter’s a good friend. He likes hanging out with him.

He feels like they’re on the same page, the way he talks to him. Always honest, safe, like he can tell him anything.

So he does.

“I wish I was normal.”

“What?!”

The demigod winces, avoiding looking Peter in the eye. “I, um, I wish I didn’t turn blue. I wish I could just eat ice cream like a normal person, go out in the cold like normal.”

“But you’re so cool!” He scoots closer, offering the young boy a small smile. “I’d trade you in a heartbeat. Blue’s my favorite color, and to be cold-resistant and magic?? Hell, you’re the neatest superhero I know.”

Elliot laughs, feet kicking at the wall as he sighs and glances at his knees. “But I’m not super. I’m just me. My dad’s super, and you’re super, and all my aunts and uncles are super, but I feel like I’m the mutant who’s gotta hide what I can do.”

“You’re not a mutant,” Peter assures him with a chuckle. “And yeah, secret identities suck, but you don’t necessarily have to keep yours a secret! I have to because I have enemies. You’ve still got a clean slate—right??”

At that, Elliot laughs, and a wave of relief washes over Peter at the comforting sound.

Elliot’s a complex little guy, he’s discovering.

He’s just happy the little blue demigod trusts him enough to talk to him.

“Yeah, I’m clean, so far.” Elliot’s laugh fades out with another sigh. “I just don’t know.”

Spider-Man wraps an arm around him, tugging him close into his side with a comforting squeeze.

“You don’t have to know.”

A passenger plane blinks through the clouds a while away, and the two of them watch it glide in the silence of the city below.

Elliot decides he feels a little better, being able to get some of that off his chest.

He can tell Peter’s worrying, though, worrying he said something wrong or handled the situation wrong…

“Thanks, Pete.”

Another squeeze on the arm.

“Anytime, kiddo.”

Elliot chews his lip for a moment, not wanting to have to get down quite yet.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s it like havin’ a girlfriend?”

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I NEED A PRE DATING IDIOTS PART 2! OMG! IT'S SO! URGH! PLEASE IF YOU CAN!!??

here’s just a little bit more…

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You didn’t mean to slam the door, the intent was to “violently shut it,” but either way, Loki flinches.

Or…Robert. Or something.

“You could’ve poofed yourself out of the office,” you hiss, taking as menacing of a step as you can towards the god. “You could’ve turned invisible, I bet. You could’ve just said that you are a new hire.”

His adam’s apple bobs.

Ohoho, are you making him nervous?

“Instead you told her we’re dating.” Up comes your finger, jabbing into his leather-bound chest. “You absolute dick, I—what the hell were you thinking??”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re ranting again before he can get more than a halfhearted “but—” out.

“I don’t—I don’t know what to do now!” You laugh, a damn near psychotic sound, Loki notes. “Oh, my day was great, now I’m just apparently dating a nonexistent doctor who in reality happens to be the most dangerous thing on our planet—”

“Am I really?”

“—and you told my boss! Seriously, I wouldn’t be so pissed if you’d just pretended to be some doctor, but noooo, you had go all the way with the whole ‘guess what we do in the nighttime’ charade—”

“I had to sell it—”

“And I—I have to make smalltalk with these people! Guess what they’re going to ask? ‘How’s Robert? How are you and that cute doctor doing?’ And—”

“…you thought I was cute?”

Your jaw falls slack, staring at the stupid excuse of a god in front of you.

“You are un-fucking-believable.”

See, it wasn’t so bad at first.

When he let that “I’m her’s, she’s mine” bomb drop, yeah, you were pissed and desperately wanted to blow his cover, but he…held your tongue.

Like, held it.

You had opened your mouth to of course, announce to agent Hill that “hey, remember that psycho god you picked up the other day? Yeah, you just shook his hand,” but you couldn’t lift your tongue.

What felt exactly like two fingers, the pad of a thumb and a forefinger, were literally holding your tongue.

Both his hands were behind his back, but after the snowball out of thin air and the extensive use of clones, you’re not sure where his cool little abilities might end.

It got worse, with Hill finding “Robert” to be a fairly charismatic man and asking how long you’ve been dating.

“Two years, a week from today.”

You’d jerked yourself away from him, but he held you tight and to your dismay, your cheeks were being tugged into a completely involuntary smile.

“You two seem very happy together,” Hill had commented, buying right in to the illusion. “She’s a real catch, Doctor. I’ve seen her work, she’s good at what she does.”

A quiet “oh, thank you,” came out of your mouth before you could fight it back.

“You can be damn sure of that,” Loki—Robert—chuckled. “I’d say she wears the pants of the relationship, but the majority of our time is spent with neither of us in pants, so that doesn’t seem very appropriate.”

You gave screaming a try, only to twitch against Loki’s side and not make a sound other than a flustered giggle that is so not like you, and Hill rolled her eyes.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” she laughed, waving a hand at the two of you. “Word of advice, don’t do anything in here. Tony’s a stickler, and I’m ninety percent sure Jarvis is programmed to interrupt at the, erm, worst times.”

Loki laughed as she winked and walked away, and to your dismay you laughed, too, screaming on the inside.

The last thing Loki was allowed to say before switching back to his Loki form and releasing his hold on your tongue was “well, that didn’t seem very suitable for work.”

And now he’s getting all caught up and blushy over the fact that you called him cute.

“You’re not allowed to talk yet,” you seethe, shoving him in the chest. “That was so fucked up, you held my tongue a-and made me say things, made me laugh at your j—”

“You were extremely easy to control, actually.” His lips tilt, almost smug and you want to slap him. “I was pleasantly surprised.”

“Hope it was worth it,” you spit, grabbing your desk phone and angrily punching in numbers. “I’m reporting you.”

Loki blinks and swallows thickly.

Watching him carefully, you scan his face for any sign of anything as the line rings; you’d expected at least some kind of reaction.

“Human Resources, how can I help you?”

“I need to file a harassment complaint,” you reply, glare holding steady with Loki’s. “And a potential security threat.”

His gaze flits from the phone to your eyes and back—okay, he’s starting to look a little bit nervous. Good.

“First of all, there’s a prisoner out of his cell—”

Loki grabs the phone out of your hand, crushes it in his fist like a piece of paper, and hurls it across the room.

You stare at him, mouth stuck mid-word.

He stares back.

Eyes wide, chest lifting a little faster than normal with every breath.

“Sorry.”

You take a deep breath.

“GETOUTOFMYOFFICERIGHTNOWISWEARTOGODI’LLTELLTHOR—”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT,” he shouts, not backing away from you screaming in his face. “I had to think on my feet, you think I don’t know I’m not welcome here?”

“Then why was your first instinct to tell my boss we’re dating?!”

“It was the first thing that popped into my head!!”

“I don’t even want to know why that was the first thing you thought of,” you retch, realising you’re pointing a pen in his face—you must’ve grabbed it while you were yelling. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you did that.”

Loki falls silent and a moment passes, you catching your breath and him trying not to cower, his hands still raised to your angered pen.

“…i-is it really that bad?”

At that, you lob the pen at him, watching it bounce off his chest with a satisfying thoink.

“Well, I’m pretty sure my boss now believes I invite my boyfriend into work with me for an afternoon fuck, so yeah, it’s that bad.”

“Look,” he sighs, resisting the urge to argue that maybe it’s not the worst thing to happen. “If It’s of any consolation, at least you’re not dating me. Doctor Robert Laing seems like a wonderful man, give him a chance.”

“Hilarious,” you groan, sinking into your chair and dropping your head to your hands. “There’s just this one quality about him I just can’t get over…oh, yeah.”

You lift your head just for the sake of glaring.

“He’s you.”

“Now you’re just being mean, darling.”

“Don’t call me that!!”

A flash of light washes over him and he’s Dr. Laing again, leaning on the edge of your desk and smirking down at you.

“Can I call you darling?”

“No,” you hiss, pointing at the door. “You’re still you. Now get the fuck out of here before I track down Thor.”

“I wonder if they would hire me,” he hums, ignoring you completely and lowering himself into the chair in front of your desk. “That would be rather mischievous of me, wouldn’t it?”

“Don’t. you. dare.”

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[queenofkeys]

Do you mean Speirs? @atterodominatus

Boyfriend Application

Must meet these requirements: 

You must be:

swift as the coursing river

have all the force of a great typhoon

have all the strength of a raging fire

mysterious as the dark side of the moon

[gingerwritess]

im in need of a nursery painting or shopping for the baby 😔✊👊

okok i’ve been so super discouraged for no reason lately and writing has gotten rly hard but here’s a super short thing that i wanted to be longer but you know what i’m happy with this expecting parents cuteness so enjoy

thank you all sfm for the sweet sweet messages, i’ll get around to answering asks asap!! life is wild!!

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“M…I…N…E…perfect.”

Loki looks way too proud of himself.

“You do realise I’m the one doing all the work for this baby, don’t you?” Trying to bite back a laugh, you flick your paintbrush at him. “My weight gain, my heat flashes, my cravings, my baby. S’just how it works.”

“Now wait a moment, I’ve gained weight, too,” he points out, a hand still firm on your waist as he dots his i. “We both can struggle through this.”

He’s on his knees in front of you, having just magicked away your shirt and grabbed your waist to paint the word “MINE” in big, bold, grey letters across your swollen belly.

“Have to make it explicitly clear,” he’d hummed to himself as you doubled over laughing, halfheartedly swatting at his hands.

Now he’s been down there for a few minutes, getting a little distracted with roaming hands and fighting to hold you still while he paints onto your stomach, his laughter coupled with yours making a steady hand nearly impossible.

“You have not gained weight, beanpole,” you laugh, and he leans forward to plant a kiss right above the painted word.

“I actually have, thank you for noticing.” Standing again, he lifts his shirt up, poking a finger into his side. “See? All this extra pudge. I’m rather proud of it, actually, plus it’ll keep me warm in the winter.”

“You literally still have an eight-pack.”

“It’s called sympathy weight and I wear it beautifully, if I do say so myself.” A smug smile hinting at his face, he dabs the end of his brush on the tip of your nose. “Now please, if you’re done gawking, my hormonal queen, we have a room to paint—HEY!”

He smacks at your arm, but you keep your paint-covered hand firmly planted on his ass.

“Mine,” you laugh, giving him another good slap on the rear. “Gotta make it explicitly clear, right?”

A grin spreading over his face, he twists to try and see the handprint painted onto the seat of his pants before turning to face you, spreading his arms wide. “And that’s all?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if I might direct your hands elsewhere…” he grins, fingers turning to point down towards his hips. “There’s another part of me that may be in need of claiming—”

The next wet handprint lands right on that infuriating little smirk.

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Okay but like think of this. Pre dating idiots where Loki is like doing shit he isn’t supposed to (cuz let’s face it when is he not) and reader finds him and is like yo wtf and he was to corner her and like starts growling about how she can’t tell fuckin anyone and it’s like fuckin hOT and shit idk sorry if it’s too specific I just love the pre dating tension 😅

You’re trying to have a normal Monday.

Thursday sucked, Friday you accidentally started dating a psychopath, and your weekend was full of anxious unease over what Monday might bring, given Loki’s latest threat.

Don’t think he meant it as a threat, but “maybe they’ll hire me” seems like a threat to you.

So this Monday, you head into work like normal.

You walk your normal distance, you go to your normal office and dump your stuff, you take your normal route to the break room, see the normal faces around the normal coffee pot and box of donuts.

You’re one sip into your first cup of joe when all the sudden your day starts with a spit take.

Coffee spews everywhere, all over your keys, phone, and ID resting on the counter, all over your freshly washed shirt, and Loki laughs.

He’d only nodded at you across the break room.

Crushing your now-empty cup in your fist, you steel yourself and march right over to the god—the doctor, I suppose, he’s not exactly himself at the moment—grab him by the ear, and drag him out of the room.

“You’re—ow—f-fiesty today, hm?” He’s trying to laugh at you, arms flailing as he scrambles to keep up with you; yeah, people are staring, but they don’t know who this new doctor shmoozing them around the coffee pot really is.

“Shut up,” you hiss, dragging him down the hall and shoving him into your office, slamming the door behind you. “You—you...you little shit.”

“Lovely to see you as well, darling.”

“Don’t—oh my god.”

“That’s me...”

“Why are you here??” Your voice cracks into an agonised wail, much to your dismay.

“I’m at work,” he calmly replies, pulling an ID card out of his suit pocket and waving it in your face. “And I’d appreciate if you let me be, I have patients to see to.”

No.

Your heart plummets and you gape at him, unable to do anything to stop him from turning on his heel and heading right back out the door.

Hired over one single weekend.

“Loki!” You shout and run after him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him back. “I swear to god I’ll report you, you’re gonna kill someone—”

He whirls around, grabs hold of your arms, and drags you right back to your office—ignoring your rather loud protesting, kicking, and almost a scream for help—stopped in your throat by two nonexistent fingers pinching your tongue again.

The hold on your tongue releases when he pushes you into your office, casting a glance behind him before slamming the door shut.

“I should kill you,” he growls, and in a blink Dr. Laing is gone, the greasy, lanky, weasel of a god standing way too close to you instead. “If that’s the only way to get you to keep your mouth shut, I won’t hesitate—”

You can’t help but gulp.

“P-please don’t,” you whisper, voice betraying you. “I like my life.”

“Do you?” Loki pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh, eyes shut in obvious annoyance. “Look, I’m attempting to not kill anyone for the next few days, but if you can’t keep quiet...”

“I won’t say anything,” you swear, zipping two fingers over your lips. “I promise, I won’t tell, just let me go—”

Loki frowns, clearly not believing your pleads. “You’re a liability. It would be in my best interests to dispose of you.”

“But what if you didn’t,” you quickly offer, a sheepish smile on your face as you pat his hand—still fisted in your shirt and keeping you pinned to the wall. “J-just stop threatening to kill me and-and I won’t report you.”

His gaze flits from your face down to your hand, tapping the back of his, and he drops you.

Okay, you hadn’t realised he was holding you that high above the ground.

Scrambling to your feet, you stand back up to find yourself face to face with him.

Much too close.

He just narrows his eyes, glancing down at your throat as you swallow hard, squirming under his gaze.

His hands are twitching and with the way he’s watching your neck, you have half a mind to worry he’s about to strangle you—he certainly seems to be considering it.

Don’t back down first. Stand your ground.

You’re about to come at him with a snarky response to this little blackmail agreement when you freeze, eyes nearly rolling back in your head.

Oh my god. What is that smell??

He’s still staring, itching to kill you now, no doubt, but you can’t think straight—the scent clouds your senses and you nearly swoon.

It’s Loki.

It has to be, he’s the only thing close enough to you to be giving off a scent that strong—oh god, it’s good.

Every man in existence should be legally required to smell like this, you decide, fighting to keep yourself standing straight. For a split second, it doesn’t matter that it’s Loki, you’re about ready to hurl yourself at anyone who smells this good—

But he’s seconds away from murdering you in cold blood and seems to have no problem making you his fake little trophy wife for the sake of his escape plan, so...

“You smell awful.”

Might as well make him as uncomfortable as possible, seeing as he’s going to be blackmailing you—with the threat of death—into keeping his secrets.

“I live in a cell,” Loki snarls. “You live in a civilised shelter and actually have frequent access to a bath, yet even still...revolting.”

“You’re a dick, Loki, an absolute dick.”

“Did you...” he blinks a couple times and takes a step away from you, brow furrowed in frustration. “Did you forget that I just threatened to kill you?? You’re already insulting me again, you must be absolutely stupid.”

“I work in a tower full of superheroes,” you say simply. “One of whom is your brother, if I’m not mistaken? So I’d like to see you try.”

You slip past him, sick of sitting there backed against a wall drowning in his revoltingly not-awful scent—behind you, Loki can’t help but bare his teeth and clench his hands into shaking fists, knowing full well you’re right.

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