#c; loki ( i know what kind of god i need to be)

[aerospectrum]

@justsurv1vor asked: ❛ i'm finally happy ... why do you have to try and ruin this? ❜ ( calliope to loki ) memes for fuuun :: ALWAYS OPEN

Loki breathed in while running his tongue along the underside of his upper lip; he tucks his tongue into his cheek for a second and tilts his head back to look up to the sky. "You can't be serious, Calliope, surely you've gone mad if you think this is what happiness is." he levels her with a soft glare, his nostrils flaring slightly. "I only ruin things that need ruining- you of all people should know that. Those things are usually worth my time as well... this one isn't."

[aerospectrum]

There was a huff and his eyes narrowed into think likes, a hint of offense playing at the edges of his mind. “That’s a little aggressive even for you.” Loki responded, though he held off on the desire to cross his arms like a petulant youth.

“well I’m not asking the cosmic entity.” He emphasized the words with a mocking tone; his immaturity still showed through in instances like that. “I’m talking to you, Gabriel, a friend, my friend.” He emphasized again but returned to watching how he scarfed the meal down. “Why must you be this way?” Loki rolled his eyes and pulled out the adjacent seat and sat- cautiously observing the array of food mapped out in front of him.

“Why does; why do you- the cosmic entity have to taste the universe’s, why it just go out into them, wouldn’t that be more satisfying to see the creations waiting for you out there?” He plucked a grape from the banquet and rolled it between his fingers. “Although you do seek to have good taste in food, I’ll give you that.” He tossed it into his mouth, a crisp and juicy crunch following. “For the record, I’m the God of Mischief, not lies; lying just happens to be one of my specialties; I’m inclined to resent you for thinking that’s all I am.” He added on as he plucked a few more of the fruits between his slender fingers. “Are you sure it’s good for you to… allow yourself to eat all this; cosmic entity or not you’re still bound by certain limits and making yourself sick from feasting doesn’t seem like a worthy cause here.”

Gabriel paused mid-bite, his eyes flashing with Phoenix fire as he regarded Loki. His voice, a blend of his own and the cosmic entity's, was curt:

"Loki. Your timing is... inconvenient."

He gestured at his plate, piled high with an eclectic mix of foods.

"This isn't just eating. It's... exploration. The Phoenix experiencing mortality through taste."

Gabriel smirked, meeting Loki's sarcasm with his own:

"Minor injuries? Not our problem right now. And no, we can't 'just put the fork down.' Cosmic entities don't pause for gods."

He popped another morsel into his mouth, savoring it before continuing:

"What we're eating? Everything. Each flavor is a new universe to us."

Leaning forward, Gabriel fixed Loki with an intense stare:

"Care to join? Or is expanding your perceptions beyond mischief too daunting for the God of Lies?"

The air crackled with energy as Gabriel awaited Loki's response, his attention already drifting back to the feast before him.

[lokisgoodgirl]

An Offering [Asgard! Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's lack of carnal exploits have caused chaos in Asgard- and something must be done. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki POV. Smut. Language. Ridiculous lore.

Loki’s eyes scanned the lines on the page, uncrossing his ankles before immediately crossing them again.

He was restless. His manhood twitched as he re-read words he had missed in one endless, sprawling sentence. An annal of the wars of Muselpheim. It was the least erotic tome in his personal collection. These days, it didn’t take much.

He cast a glance out the window, wondering what carnage his unspent power was causing at the present time. Had a ghostly tidal wave risen and washed out the harbour town? A curse which made food taste like ash? An unfamiliar steed trotting through the mountain villages with an insatiable appetite for the bemused inhabitants worldly goods?

Loki didn’t know. All he knew was that he didn’t want to see anyone.

It was humiliating. His mother’s voice filled his ears against his will, the memory making his ears burn. You must copulate with someone Loki. Anyone; she had said calmly, her cheeks faintly pink. Chaos is building within you, if it is not released...naturally – then your seidr will find a way to expel itself in other ways,’

Loki shook his head, the familiar clench of embarrassment twisting in his stomach. A belch of smoke began twisting skyward in the distance from the market. It was green. He sighed, shutting the book on his lap and placing it to the side of the window-seat. If he concentrated, he could feel magic leaking from his pores like sweat. It bubbled through the air around him, the faint scent of tart spiced lemongrass following him around. Taunting him. Chaos.

And it would only get worse. “What am I to do with you?” he mumbled, staring down at his crotch. It stirred in response.

“Ah, yes, but you see, we want the same thing-” he crooned, as if to a friend. Or indeed, a foe. “The way they talk they would have me thrust you upon any diseased cretin from the alleys by the square.” He looked out the arch, the heavy emerald smog beginning to settle over half of Asgard. “But we are better than that,” he muttered.

A low chorus of coughing had begun to rise and echo around the high towers of the citadel. Loki grimaced. “I do hope it’s not poisonous,” he mumbled to himself.

There was a knock at the door. “Gods…” Loki sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall in frustration. Will they not let me alone.

It had become abundantly clear months ago that taking care of his sexual gratification by hand was not sufficient to quell the tide of magical energy coursing through his veins. Flesh, was what was required. A second heartbeat. An offering of the basest kind.

The instances of chaotic overspill had started small – batches of grain turning to sand, mirrors losing their reflection in the palace; but as the need for release grew, so did his frustration.

There was a reason that his familiar bedfellows had fallen out of favour. He caused too much angst. Too much heartbreak, that much was clear. They were satisfied for a time, but tormented in their limbo for his affection. Or his title. But they could never be her. He could see it in their eyes, the realisation when they felt him leave their cooling beds. It was not their fault.

He could not have her. She did not know or care of his existence, not really. Not outside of his garishly rouged face on a mural. Loki was not interested in breaking hearts. Not anymore. Especially his own. And as time when on, and the leakages grew in strength – people were afraid. There was that, too.

The knock came again. With an exasperated exhale, Loki rose. He crossed the room, smoothing his palms down the front of his tunic. Hooking one thumb in the low slung belt around his hips, he tried his best to look menacing as he opened the door. “What do you-”

The frown of annoyance melted to confusion as he ran his gaze over the waiting form in stunned silence. A woman, her face dipped in a light curtsey. Soft tendrils of hair fell around her collarbone like a nymph. “Your highness.” she spoke, keeping her head down. Loki tilted his head. How curious, he pondered as he reached out and gently tipped the woman’s chin up. His breath hitched at the unexpected sultry darkness of her eyes. Familiar. Impossible. “What are you doing here?” he murmured warily, casting a glance around the otherwise empty corridor. “Don’t you know it is dangerous to-” “May I come in, your highness?” she said softly. Loki frowned at the audacity of her interruption. But there was no hint of fear in her lilt, which he respected – and so the god found himself stepping aside.

The hem of her gown rustled on the stone floor, sweeping in a grand circle as she turned to face him. It was cream, the fastening at her bosom which ran down the centre of its length trimmed in the same dark green as the thick smoke currently blocking out the sun. Loki shivered.

“It has been decided that I am to be an offering,” she said haughtily. Her chin was held high, a beacon of poise and cold elegance. Norns, how Loki wanted to ruin her.

But he wouldn't. He shouldn't. Not her.

He stared back in slack-jawed disbelief, before bursting into laughter. He could feel his stomach clench, the peals of mirth taking a greater hold than the situation deserved. But it had been a while since Loki had laughed, among other things.

“My a-a-apologies,” he gasped, extending a hand to pat down her tangible offence. The lady’s arms had folded, a waft of malice washing over the god like a current. He collected himself, smoothing his hair as she looked on. “It’s not you, you are…” he looked the woman up and down, “lovely. Truly. I just...did not expect my family to stoop so low as to enact a farce such as this.”

The woman began to pace in a wide circle, her finger inspecting the wide wooden curve of his bed-frame. She paused, her chin tilting towards him with a wicked glint in her eye.

“It was my idea, actually” she said, beginning to smile as Loki shuffled where he stood. “Your brother took some convincing, but I think that is only since he had eyes for me himself.”

Loki could not find the words. “The armoury cache has turned to salt, you know” she chirped, smiling while she continued an achingly slow tour of his chambers. Loki groaned inwardly as she peered at the books on the nearest shelf, ghosting a fingertip over the spines.

“You have no idea how difficult it is to get a Prince’s attention,” she hummed. “Especially when he locks himself away and denies the ladies of the court an opportunity to flaunt themselves. Desperate action must be taken,” she purred playfully, the fragrant twinge of stinging sarcasm inflaming Loki’s arousal. Was she jesting? A cruel, elaborate trick? Loki decided he must be dreaming.

He cleared his throat, painfully aware of his cock hardening beneath his trousers. Of all days, why had he chosen the satin?

“You are here of your own free will, then?” he managed to say. She nodded, a closed lipped smile pressing against her cheeks. His eyes were drawn to the heave of her cleavage, rising and falling in anticipation before they rose back to her face. Her lips.

"It is a grave offence to lie to a god of Asgard, my lady" he warned, painfully aware of the slowing breaths making his voice thick. He could feel his tongue move, yet the words seemed to belong to another.

“They say it could be dangerous,” she said matter-of-factly, ignoring his ominous overtones. “-Fucking you, I mean.” Loki stared. He was fully hard now, the urge to free himself and have the woman against the nearest bookcase almost overwhelming. She raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk curling at the edge of her mouth. “Personally, I think it’s all rather exciting. Don’t you?” “You’re mad,” Loki mumbled, realising with surprise that he was already halfway across the floor. The woman let out a low tinkling laugh, resting an elbow on the shelf. “You’re one to-” Loki’s lips collided with the siren, crashing against her mouth like a tempest. She parted for him, wild hands twisting in his hair as he pressed her against the wood. Her moans of excitement, her breathy pants into his mouth as he caged her. Loki was undone.

His tongue wrestled hers, hands exploring the curves of her body that bucked against his touch. Meaningless words gasped from his lips as her palm slid harshly against his cock, mastering the slide and squeeze along its length.

“Bold, my Prince-” she teased, as his throat worked in grunts and swallows beneath her touch.

“I take nothing which was not already offered, my lady” he keened, thrusting against her hand. Their lips met again, deep curls of muscle enveloping the other in wet need. “And not all which is offered, either” he groaned against her ear. “Not yet.” The woman chuckled, sliding her hands up the velvet of his tunic. She pushed him lightly, making him stumble back like a feather. The backs of his knees hit the bed, falling and landing on the pristine sheets with a bounce.

“Take it then,” she uttered, laden with ceremony. Her eyes smouldered, wild waves falling around her face. Fingertips worked invisible buttons at the bodice of her dress, the middle section of green parting before she shrugged it from her body. Loki gripped the sheets, thighs trembling. “It is here, for you...my Prince.” Loki wet his lips, hungry eyes staggering up every perfect inch of her naked body. Mapping the trail his fingers would take as he sank into each delicious curve. The god felt his thighs widen, the tight trousers he wore an unbearable constraint. With a flex of his fingers, he was as naked as she. “Norns,” she whispered, her eyes wide. She began to pace towards him, a sudden goddess of love and peace and salvation. “You’re even more beautiful than they say.”

Loki barely heard her, transfixed by the supple legs which now straddled him on the edge of his bed. With a sharp intake of breath he let his hands run over the curve of her ass, squeezing gently. In turn, her fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, tugging as she breathed against his cheek.

“How long I have waited for this,” she murmured softly. Loki groaned. He fell back, bringing her with him in an animalistic kiss. He was being rough, he knew that. But he could barely control the deafening roar of unnatural lust. It flowed from him in waves, a roar of static crisping in the air.

“If you feel you are in danger, leave – immediately,” Loki gasped, throwing his head back with a moan while she ground against him. His mussed hair fanned against the sheets. He could feel the well of magic pulsing inside him with the beat of his cock. Like a drum, louder and louder in his ears. “You need this,” she panted, “we all do.”

Loki was tortuously aware of his manhood dancing at the tight slit of her entrance. He felt as a hound did, told to stay itself before a feast table. She moved it in circles, lapping up her wetness. The god groaned again, lips parted to the ceiling. “For Asgard,” she murmured coyly, before sinking fearlessly onto his cock. The cry which strangled itself from Loki’s throat shook books from the shelves. A ripple reverberated from the bed, making stone from the high arches crumble in dusty clouds.

His eyes flew open, and he knew from the reflection in her own that they were dark as a lemurs. The pupils drowning out any colour in his irises; wide. Wild.

Hands flew to her hips and pushed her down as he thrust up, bottoming out. A ringing cry sounded around his chambers. “Good...girl,” he smouldered darkly, an empty echo of past affairs. “Uhhh...y-yes- good girl.” Loki heard his own voice in singular clarity. As rich and foreboding and potent as a tangled forest by moonlight. There was a squelch as he withdrew, before flipping her over. She lay below him now, her features alight with desire and self-satisfaction. Her pretty moans tickled the air as he filled her sweet little cunt to the hilt. Each slap of his hips scraped the bed further across the floor. Ancient mahogany screeching on rough stone. Had sex always felt this good? Loki couldn’t recall.

All he knew was he needed to fuck to the edge of oblivion. Her fingertips dug into the taut flesh of his ass, pulling him deeper. Loki hissed, curls swinging wild over his brow. Flames nested in the torches hung on the walls snuffed out, plunging the room into inky blackness. All that remained, while the cloud of his unspent lust blocked out the sun, was her body. This temple that would restore him. Loki sucked down, teeth grazing a bruising kiss into her shoulder. “Loki,” she whined, moaning like a whore. “More-” And Loki complied. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders. “My benevolent offering,” he muttered in barbed desire, sliding his wet cock inside her inch by tantalising inch. Loki’s eyes rolled back as he hit bottom. Consecration, surely. The torch flames came roaring back to life, licking the very ceiling above them in a tidal wave of primordial heat. The woman gasped, her pussy tightening. More dust fell from the archways, specks swimming in the air as the god punctuated every thrust with a filthy curse known only to he.

She exploded upwards, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to hers. Their bodies writhed with devilish rhythm, each fluid buck of Loki’s hips making emerald stars explode in a dreamy haze above their heads before melting to nothing. “I’m close,” she panted, tightening her thighs around his hips. Loki growled, his breathing heavy. He could feel the animal inside him rear. The bull. The wolf. The serpent. Ready to feast upon her pleasure like a wasted demon. He pressed down, tugging her clit with slow, wicked waves of his hips.

With a howl of his name, the woman came undone beneath him; her hair sprawled and spilling over the bed’s edge like a sacrifice. The room began to shake. Or was it the palace? Loki didn’t know. Trinkets fell to the floor, smashing. Crashing sounded from the next room, plates, jars of ink splattered like dried blood on the stone. Ancient tomes thudded with morose cracks, a sound which at any other moment would fill the god with despair. But not at this moment.

Every muscle in his body was tensed, primed to detonate. His balls tightened as they slapped her skin, the thundering surge of magic in his body threatening to burst in uncontrollable chaos.

He couldn’t. It was too much, too dangerous. Suddenly her fingers clasped around his jaw, drawing his gaze to hers. It was dreamy. Happy. It was trusting. And brave. That too.

“My Prince,” she whispered softly; a calm in the storm. “Cum for me.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing becoming steadier. The fingernails of her free hand scratched gently between his shoulder-blades, down the curve of his spine.

Loki savoured the heat of her body beneath his, the unrelenting grip of her channel around the root of the realms woes. She worked him fearlessly, lilting her hips up to meet the base of his cock with rhythmic grace. “For me,” she repeated, before placing a gentle kiss over his parted lips. She sucked the bottom one as it released. Loki’s mind was blinded by light. Shuddering, incapacitating pleasure searing through his body as his world went dark.

Orgasm ripped through him like torn leather; fierce and merciless and raw. It rose in an eruption, consuming and obliterating and remaking him as he spent himself inside her.

A shimmering pulse of power emanated from the bed, spreading and rippling through walls as the whole of Asgard felt the release cascading from his veins. From his cock. An aftershock that would be felt through the realm. The god's face was contorted with pleasure. A thick, shaking gasp of exhausted relief was all he could muster as he collapsed in a heap beside his saviour. Moments passed. But truly, it could have been an age.

“Did I say anything?” he panted, utterly spent. “I just felt...-” “-my name,” you finished, running a hand up his chest.

You dragged your fingernails gently down his stomach, sighing happily as the first licks of sunlight appeared through the clearing smog. “I didn’t know you knew it.” “Of course I do,” he murmured. A veil of sleep began to descend while he inhaled the scent of your sex damp hair. Was this a dream?

If it was, Loki hoped he would never dream another.

He turned to you with a lazy smile, eyelashes heavy with the bliss of it all. He was free. And she was here. Her. You. “I did not think you knew mine," he said quietly, before sleep took him.

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[elfwitchtrickster]

Magic show - Loki fluff oneshot

Summary: Loki has a major crush the quiet reader but doesn't know how to get close to you. So he gathers the avengers for a faux magic show where he ‘accidentally’ handcuffs the two of you together, forcing you to spend time with him.

Loki stared at her H/C locks lovingly from across the room. Ever since Y/N had stepped foot into the compound she had intrigued the God of Mischief. While he did not see her often as their missions rarely overlapped, he bubbled with excitement every time he saw her making her morning coffee or relaxing with the other avengers. He had only spoken to her twice, once their first hello upon meeting in the hall and second when she accidentally dropped a stack of files and he was kind enough to help her pick them up.

She seemed rather quiet when talking to others and he was unsure how he to befriend her.Over the past few weeks he had generated many strategies to get Y/N to talk to him. Deciding that life or death, escape situations probably weren't the best environment for their first full conversation, Loki opted for his next devious plan.

He watched Y/N take a seat next to Wanda on the large couch in the avengers living room and tried to hide his smirk. "Welcome" he announced. “To the God of Mischief's magic show" he said using his magic to write his title in the air with sparks. "Okay what are you planning Reindeer Games, if this compound ends up in flames, I swear to-" "Relax my metal acquaintance, your compound will remain safe and sound, as will all of you" Loki cut Tony off with a smile. The other Avengers still looked skeptical, save Peter, Vision and Y/N. His eyes softened, noticing that the girl was not scared of him.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y is Reindeer Games gonna ruin my compound" Tony spoke aloud. "I detect no sign of malicious or deceitful behaviour sir" the assistant announced to the room. "Very well" Stark muttered, leaning back into the couch. Loki smirked as he continued with his act.

He performed a few rudimentary tricks first, then using his magic to conjure some impressive illusions. "For my finale I will need a volunteer" he said, looking out at all the others. He purposefully used his magic to steal Peter's voice in fear that the spider boy would take Y/N's place. "I'll do it" her tentative voice was music to his ears. He bowed deeply, ushering her onto his makeshift stage. "This next trick is an escape illusion, where I will magically free Y/N and I from these, without a key" he said clamping the handcuffs shut on his and Y/N's wrists. He had conjured the cuffs himself, strategically crafting them without key holes and making them strong enough to be almost unbreakable.

"As you can see, they are quite secure" he said lifting his wrist and pulling Y/N's arm up with him. "And now, I shall release from this-" he pretended to stop talking out of panic, as he jerked his wrist, feigning an attempt to get out off the cuffs. He chuckled lightly "Just a moment" he turned around and rapidly fumbled with the metal chains, faking a desperate wrestle with the handcuffs. "Why is it not working" he mumbled.

"You okay there Loki?" Steve asked in a concerned tone. "Quite alright thank you" he snipped. He continued with his sham until finally he dropped the cuffs in defeat. He turned around with a sheepish smile "So um it seems the handcuffs are temporarily stuck" he said. The other avengers broke into yells of indignation yet to his joy, Y/N did not seem as perturbed.

"What did you do, swallow the key?" Bucky asked sarcastically. "There is no keyhole" Loki replied "true magic is a high stakes endeavour"

He answered Bucky's unanswered question and held his chin high. "Can we break it?" Thor asked, and Loki rolled his eyes at his brother's typical violent solution. "I sincerely doubt it" he said. "Okay you know what, Banner and I will go down to the lab and see if we can find a way to crack these" Tony said getting up from his seat and nudging Bruce. "Until then, looks like you're stuck with Reindeer Games" he said to Y/N. She didn't respond and Loki waited for the heroes to clear out before he spoke to her.

"I apologise Lady Y/N, I truly did not mean to get you stuck with me" he said. After all Loki's time in Asgard, he knew the key to making any women melt, was being a gentleman. "That's okay, it might be fun" she replied. He was delighted to learn she wasn't opposed to spending time with him. No one said anything for a moment, Loki silently gestured her towards the couch.

They sat in awkward silence for a while before Y/N spoke up "I'm kinda hungry" she said. "We can get a snack from Stark's cupboard" Loki said. "Or we could make something" she countered with a smile. "What do you propose?" He questioned. She smiled wider and jerked him up, speeding to the kitchen. She began placing trays, bowls and ingredients on the kitchen island, pulling Loki's hand along with hers. "We are gonna make cookies!" She said clapping her hands together. "Interesting what type?" He asked peering over at the food. "Chocolate chip" she said, laying out sheets of baking paper on a tray.

She instructed Loki to put baking soda and salt into a bowl while she fought with the jar of flour, struggling to open the lid. It popped open unexpectedly and a puff of white  flour enveloped the god. When the cloud cleared, Loki was left with an irritated expression on his face. The flour had settled in his hair making him look like he aged twenty years. Y/N's hand flew to her mouth as she failed to contain her laugh. She doubled over as she looked at the usually majestic god, covered in baking flour.

It was if her giggles were magical because Loki could not hide the smirk growing on his face. "Oh you think that's funny?" He said, raising an eyebrow. Y/N was too busy laughing to answer. As she tried to catch her breath, Loki dipped his hand into the bag and threw a handful of flour over her bent figure. Her smile was quickly replaced with shock and she let out a gasp. But Y/N was not one to back down, she grabbed a pile, flinging it in Loki's face, making him spit out white smoke. She reached for another handful but the bag disappeared, resurfacing in Loki's grasp.

Thankfully it was in the hand that was chained to Y/N so she could easily steal it back. Loki switched the soft weapon to his other hand and lifted it high into the air. She groaned in frustration, jumping to reach it. On her third jump she knocked over the cookie tray sending it flying into her and Loki. They fell back against the counter and Loki dropped the bag. In an instant, they were both painted in white powder, when they turned to face each other they burst out laughing. "You- you look like an old man" Y/N said between giggles. "I could say the same about you" Loki quipped earning him a slap on the arm.

Coincidentally, they both leaned down to grab the tray and their noses bumped together. Loki chuckled as he helped his flour covered baking partner up. Now standing, Y/N realised how close they were together. Her chest brushed his and she could feel the hotness of his breath. She reached up to dust a bit of flour off his eyelash but then withdrew it, embarrassed. "Sorry" she muttered but before she could move away, he gently clutched her hand. "It's quite alright" he said sincerely, dusting her shoulder to make her feel more comfortable. She smiled up at the god in silent thanks.

Once Loki had used his magic to clean up the kitchen they successfully managed to get the cookies in the oven without any mess. As they waited for them to bake, they sat on top of the island. "You know, when Thor and I were little we used to sneak into the kitchens at night to steal cookies" he said with a fond smile.

"Really?" Y/N laughed. "Yes, in fact we did it every time we had guests because they always made the best cookies for the guests" he said. "We got caught a lot, Thor would just run in and grab as many as he could, whereas I would use more stealthy approach" he said shaking his head amusedly. "But once we became teenagers our midnight escapades stopped" he said with a hint of sadness. "It's nice to have someone to share cookies with again" he said, looking at her with a warm gaze. His blue eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim light, Y/N found herself staring at them longer than she should have.

She reached into the oven, dragging Loki's hand with her. She shut it and a rush of warm air hit her, permeating the kitchen with the smell of freshly baked cookies. "I bet my cookies are better than the ones in Asgard" she said cockily. "Oh do you?" Loki asked, his signature smirk creeping onto his face. "See for yourself" she said carefully sliding one of the cookies off the tray. To her surprise Loki was not startled by the hot crust.

He took a large bite, chewing slowly and carefully. He nodded thoughtfully as he swallowed "It is hard to admit but you may be right" he said savouring the sweet taste that lingered in his mouth. She took a bite too, sighing happily as the chocolate chips melted in her mouth. She leant against the counter, munching on their creation. On the corner of her lips, a bit of chocolate was smudged so Loki took it upon himself to wipe it. He stepped closer to Y/N, rubbing his thumb along her lips and wiping it on a tissue behind her.

She was now trapped between Loki and the counter, yet she wasn't complaining in the slightest. Her breathing grew heavy as Loki's head tilted towards her. Her eyes fluttered close as his lips pressed against her. His fingers danced across her cheeks and he pulled her closer to him by her waist. The kiss grew deeper, as he revelled in the sweetness of her chocolate tongue. A sensation even warmer than her cookies spread through him and he got lost in her kiss.

Reluctantly he pulled apart, not daring to break eye contact. Y/N's eyes were glazed and she had a goofy smile on her face. "I guess you really liked the cookies" she said with a small laugh. His hand dropped to hold the one that was chained to hers, "actually I prefer the baker" he said, leaning in for another impossibly sweet kiss.

An hour later the cookies were almost completely eaten, all that was left was a plate full of crumbs next to the couch. There, Y/N lay between Loki's arms as he told her about the last book he had read. In between sentences Y/N would place little kisses on his jaw, turning Loki a brighter shade of pink each time.

Just as he leaned in for another kiss, the sound of footsteps came from beside the couch. "Whoa, what's going on here?" Tony asked in disbelief. Y/N attempted to sit up, mortified at the situation she had been found in, but Loki pushed her down by the chest. "You are the last one that should criticise public demonstrations of affection" Loki said coolly. "Fair enough" he answered, kneeling down beside the pair.

"Give" Stark said, motioning for their handcuffs. Holding it above the floor, Loki poured a bright purple liquid onto the chain. It sizzled and bubbled but did not even scratch the silver metal. Stark let out a howl of frustration, tossing the empty vial behind him. Loki was bemused. watching the man."No matter" he said calmly, waving his hands and the cuffs disintegrated in a burst of green sparks. "Wha- how?" Y/N stuttered. "It served its purpose" he said pressing a kiss to her forehead. She looked at him in confusion for a second. Then "LOKI" she yelled, but the god only laughed.

[recreationalfanfics]

Hi there, can you please do Yandere Thor, Poseidon, Loki and possibly Hercules to Female Yoriichi Reader? The creator of the Sun Breathing and the other Breathing Forms, who always has a solemn expression and is known as the Strongest Demon Slayer to ever exist (She has access to the Transparent World and can use the Selfless State) but despite this she’s incredibly humble seeing herself as just another human and not even special, despite her extraordinary skills

Yoriichi gave Muzan such severe PTSD from 400 YEARS ago that his Upper Moons will go through his trauma just from seeing TANJIRO (And it’s STILL severely traumatic to him 😂)

Or

Yandere Shiva, Loki, Buddha and Hercules with Female Tengen Uzui Reader from KNY? How do you think they would react to Reader calling herself ‘Goddess of Festivals/Flashiness’ and calling others (Even GODS) ‘Trash’ and having 3 HUSBANDS 💀

Sorry if this is a lot! I just think Demon Slayer Characters are super cool, especially the Hashiras (The Swordsmith Village Arc is going to be released sometime in April! 🥹🤩)

Thor, Poseidon, and Loki + Fem! Yoriichi Tsugikuni! Reader:

One of these three gods stands on one side of the arena, their grand entrance causing a ruckus of enthusiastic roars and cheers from the side of the gods while the humans side shook with terror. They look at the other side, confident and ready to see the pitiful mortal that Brunhilde had served to them on a silver platter. It was a woman.

She makes no flashy entrance, her clothes are rather average, and her face does not seem scared but nor does it seem too cocky. Her (e/c) eyes are serene and her (h/c) hair was rather average looking. She was a regular looking human, nothing special. Aside from the strange looking birthmark on her left eye.

"AND IF YOU LOOK OVER FOLKS, THE NEXT FOOL WHO WILL BE CHALLENGING THE GODS IS A SWORDSWOMAN WHO DOMINATED THE SENGOKU ERA-"

"Please." The (h/c) haired woman interrupts, Heimdall goes silent and so does everyone else, unsheathing her sword, she looks at Heimdall with a composed look on her face, it was not unkind, "I do not need such an introduction. I am a human like the rest of my kind."

She then gets into her defensive stance and narrows her eyes at her divine opponent.

"And I shall do whatever it takes to save them."

The god you're against either glares at you, smiles at you, or raises an eyebrow at you. Either way, Heimdall recovers his voice:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, (Y/N) (L/N), THE SUN BREATHING SWORD ARTIST AND MOTHER OF ALL BREATHING METHODS. NIGHTMARE OF MUZAN KIBUTSUJI AND THE STRONGEST HASHIRA HUMANITY HAS KNOWN!"

"So that's who you are," the God thinks to himself as you maintain unbreakable eye contact, "that hardly matters."

Yandere! Thor:

- Thor doesn't think much of you when you step into the arena, not because you're a human, but because he has yet to see you fight. You seem unfazed by him but he doesn't truly know that for sure. You are not unattractive but you're nothing special in his eyes.

- What a fool he was, because the moment the battle begins, he sees that you aren't just beautiful, you're absolutely heavenly. When you take your first breath, you take away his as large solar fires soon appear around you and you make your attack.

"What is this?" He asks himself in his head, using his Mjölnir to block another close sneak attack blow from your sword. The clashing of your weapon and his own makes his heart do flips in his chest, "Why...why do I feel like this?"

You then decided to be bold and you quickly, nearly teleported with the speed you were going, appear in front of him and your eyes glint, reflecting off your blade as you try to slash him. His eyes soften when they see you and his blood thirsty smile softens as your eyes lock onto his. There was fire in your eyes...no...the sun itself glowed in them. Powerful, burning, yet composed.

"What has she done to me?" He thinks, and you're not sure if it's from the intensity of the battle but his cheeks appear to be dusted the lightest color of pink.

- Your fight ends in a draw, the both of are so tired that you neither of you can move a muscle. Both God's and Humans are shocked at the results but Thor couldn't be happier.

- He just found his soulmate, he thinks to himself as you try to use your sword to get up and fight him again. His smile turns into a loving one as you struggle to get close to him, not that he can judge since he can also barely move, and he loves it! In fact, he now knows that he loves you.

- You will be his! You have to be, surely you were created to match him in power and strength because you were meant to be with him. After being fixed up and bandaged, he must seek you out, he must find you!

- Since then, the God of Thunder has been keeping his eye on you, his beautiful Sun. How you appear unreadable at first but if someone truly read you, truly attempted to understand what a complex and beautiful person you are like Thor has; they can see that you're more than a human...You're humble, you're kind, and you're dutiful. Honorable like him and share the same values, this only seals your fate to him even more.

- Odin notices how during other God's battles that his son scans the human's side, his eyes desperately searching for someone in the crowd. Thor knows for a fact that you always come to watch your fellow Human's matches in person and when his eyes land on you, that adrenaline kicks in and Loki and Odin stare at him as a smile grows on his face.

- He does this every match, but even then, the time between matches is too long for him to see you again. He searches for you, Brunhilde having to confront him as she reminds him that the HUMAN champions reside here but he ignores her the moment he sees you walk down the hallway. He follows you quickly like how the moon chases the sun.

- You turn and see him and you politely bow your head to him. He frowns a bit in dissaproval, how could you bow your head to him as if he were a stranger, surely you had to feel the same feelings he was after your battle. How you two danced a brutal yet beautiful dance of life and death. You stare at each other for a bit before you muster a kind yet small smile, "I look forward to our rematch." and as a result, he nods with his usual stoic demeanor and you turn and walk to your room. Yes, he can't wait for your rematch either.

- Because one the day it takes place, Heimdall shocks everyone with his newest announcement.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE FIRST RAGNAROK REMATCH OF THR GOD OF THUNDER VS. THE LADY OF THE SUN. EXCEPT, THE CONDITIONS ARE DIFFERENT THIS TIME."

- You don't like the way the red-haired God smiles at you, it feels smug and ominous, and you paitently wait to hear this last minute change.

"IN THE CASE THAT OUR ESTEEMED PRINCE OF ASGARD WINS, HE HAS REQUESTED THAT INSTEAD OF SENDING (Y/N) TO NIFLHIEM THAT SHE IS TO BELONG TO HIM INSTEAD."

- You look at Brunhilde, who looks away shamefully and can not meet your gaze, and then you look at Thor. Who looks a lot more motivated to beat you this time.

Yandere! Poseidon:

- He wanted to roll his eyes when you interrupted him. What right did you have to act so humble? You're a human, what could you possibly have to be humble about? Being a mere ant he steps on on a daily basis?

- Fine, if you want a wake up call, he'll give you one. He waits for you to strike, it wouldn't hurt to give you an advantage since there's no way something as insignificant as you can beat him. Until you grip your nichirin blade and take a deep breath, suddenly the water arena evaporates into steam as intense flames surround you...no, not mere flames. It felt like the sun itself.

- You use the steam to sneak and attack the God, whose now even more annoyed than ever. Smoke and mirrors, that's all it was. Poseidon REFUSES to allow you to think you have an advantage and tries to kill you with his strongest attacks but even then, its not enough.

A draw, your battle ended in a draw. He can't believe it, as he kneels down on one leg bleeding and holding onto his trident for support as you pant heavily on the other side, your throat burning but you still have the bright gaze in your eyes, the eyes of someone who just humbled a God. He was in denial at first, then he was angry. Destroying everything in sight at the humiliation he faced at your hand. He knew you two were set for a rematch BUT HE NEEDED VENGANCE FOR HIS SCORNED PRIDE NOW. Looking for you all around heaven, he threatened and interrogated many of your human allies and located you inside the greenhouse. It was bright and beautiful day as always, but it did little to improve his mood. The only thing that could is your dead body at his feet, evidence that you were just as every bit of a failure as the rest of humanity.

However he stops when he sees you. The artful way you practice your sword. The calm rise and fall of your chest all perfectly timed to enhance your fighting style and your moves, the same ones you used to tie with him, slowed down and filled with grace and strength. His heart makes his brain forget that you are human, the thing he detested the most in this life, and his anger is replaced with something else. Respect? Admiration?

No, it was none of those things.

In fact, it was something more passionate. More shameful in the eyes of gods. Something that you will soon find is worth than his anger.

- He observes you a lot more from then on. You aren't sure why since last you checked, he had looked down on you like you were the dirt beneath his feet, but you come here at the exact same time on the exact same day, and so does he.

- You don't speak to him, he wants you too. Haven't you humiliated him enough already? apparently not since you didn't even glance at him as you trained and he knows damn well you see him.

- "What are you?" He finally asks as he pushes down his broken pride. You stare at him, your solemn face broken when he asked you that question. "You are not a human," He explains, "You can't be. Humans are not meant to be...to be so..." he pauses and looks down, to any normal person, he looks pissed and like he's gonna attack but you only raise an eyebrow. W-was he being shy?

- "Beautiful." He finally answers, and for a brief moment that stoicism breaks in shock at his words. "You can not be a human. You are too beautiful. Humans can not be beautiful." It takes you a while to find your voice but when you do, you merely keep your composure: "Humans are many things, Lord Poseidon. We are strong, we are compassionate, and, yes, we can be beautiful."

- No, he thinks to himself, humans are not beautiful. This is a fact he's known for a long, long time. Yet, you were a human and here he was, admiring you every day and watching you in utter awe. Only you, he decides. Humans are not beautiful, only you are.

- He hates how humble you are, he absolutely despises it. Do you not have any respect for yourself? How can you allow yourself to think that you're anything like those worthless worms who snivel and beg pathetically at the feet of the gods. He believes there has been a mistake in the universe, he believes you're insulting yourself when you downplay your status and feats. Can't you see? They're beneath you! Humanity is beneath you! He has to fix this. He has to fix you.

- The day of your rematch with Poseidon, neither of you are seen. The gods search for him and the Valkyries try to rummage through your room and found only one shocking clue. A letter left on your bed written by Poseidon, who believes that deciding the fate of Humanity was beneath him and how he had more important matters involving you. He sits next to your unconscious sleeping form on his bed, his fingers in your hair as you sleep so beautifully. You needed to learn to take more pride in yourself, to be taken away from the shackles of humility humanity put on you, and Poseidon was more than happy to teach you how.

Yandere! Loki:

- He was rather unimpressed with your entrance and appearance, honestly. A smirk on his face as he looks you up and down, you certainly weren't wrong when you said you were a human, for that's what was before him. A measly average human.

- Honestly, he feels rather insulted and that this fight isn't gonna be as exciting as he had hoped. That wasn't fair! Every other God got fun humans but him! Oh well, at least he has an excuse to torture a human and humiliate them in front of everyone~

- Summoning his own weapons, he just tilts his head: "You know, interrupting Heimdall was a little dramatic don't you think? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you secretly put yourself on a pedastal."/ "I do not, I just merely am stating a fact. I am a human who bleeds just like the rest of humanity."/ Loki then smiles: "I'm so happy you think that! Because you're gonna die like the rest of them!"

- His attack is planned in his head, first a chain wraps around you and his other blade will slit your throat and soon, you'll suffer as- "I never said we bled easily." Your voice is right behind him. He looks over his shoulder and reacts in time but when you breathe, he can't act fast enough before of the display of a divine light that surrounds you now. You slice his shoulder and it burns, he holds it and glares at you. You drew first blood, but he'll make sure you don't get lucky again.

- Until you both are exaughsted from the battle and it ends in a tie. Loki feels himself growing weak and his last sight before losing consciousness is you. Surprisingly, when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is you as well. Sitting next to him, bandages on your wounds and a book in your hands. You notice from the corner of your eyes that he is awake.

- You apologize instantly for his wounds, despite the fact it is a literal fight to the death. In fact, your exact words to him are: "I aimed all of my attacks to kill swiftly, it was not my intention to make you suffer like the demons who have met my blade. In our next battle, I will make sure to be strong enough to kill you properly and respectfully."

- He isn't sure what to think of this, what to think of you. But it makes him smile for some reason, maybe he smiles at your foolishness for thinking you could kill HIM (you were close but he blames it on fortune), or maybe he smiles because it's very rare that someone honors him, a God of mischief and trickery, the same way they'd honor more noble gods like his uncle and cousin. Or maybe it was the smile you gave him...yes, that was it. It was your smile that sealed your fate.

- Loki can now be found wherever you are, like an annoying stray who keeps coming back to the hand that fed him once. Maybe he wants to annoy you, maybe he wants to flirt. Anything just to see you change that serious boring look on your face...maybe smile for him, yeah? He just hasn't been able to get it out of his mind.

- But, nah, you're too boring. That's his little pet name for you "His Boring Little Mortal", he'll complain about you but if anyone else was to speak ill, God or Human, he becomes indignant and reminds them of your good traits like your nobility and how you held yourself in battle.

- He's honestly the same when he's a yandere, as I said before, but the key major difference is that all it takes is one miniscule thing and suddenly, he comes more possessive. More protective and more suffocating. Like, he's watching you during a Ragngarok match and you smile at someone. To others, it might not be a big deal but to him, it very much is. Because it wasn't fair, YOUR SMILE BELONGED TO HIM. NOT TO ANYONE ELSE. TO HIM. YOU SMILED AT HIM FIRST SO IT'S HIS! YOU ARE HIS.

You lost the battle.

Your nobility, your humbleness, and your kindness wasn't enough to match the God of Deciet's wit and cunning. Your on both your knees, coughing up blood and unable to move your body as you hear the loud chain rattling of his weapons. You can hear the humans behind you begging you to get up, urging you to fight but you can't, your heart's strength was there but your body's was not. You feel ashamed but at least you can die knowing you did your best. Loki looks down at you, his hands at his sides, and his face stoic in a very unsettling manner. All he has to do is kill you, all he has to do is-"

"...I don't want too." He frowns, crossing his arms and looking the other way. You look at him in shock as the God's outrage as well as the humans. "LOKI, WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS!?" One of Odin's crows, well, crowed loudly.

Loki stuck out his tounge before shrugging, "I don't know, I mean, what am I winning? A step closer to humanity's destruction? We're gods! I want a something else! A prize~" He says slyly. The gods outrage once more before Zeus sighs, knowing nothing can be simple with the green haired god and tiredly asked him, "Fine, what prize must we give you if you kill (Y/n) (L/n)?" Zeus asked, making Loki grin wolfishly.

The arena becomes quiet and Loki kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head. What a cute face you're making, so confused and ready to die. He wonders what face you would make if he just...

Kissed you passionately, pressing his lips to your blood covered ones and shocking you and both audiences of mortals and immortals. You don't kiss him back, you don't even have time to think before he pulls away from you and looks at you with half lidded eyes.

Yes, that face is so much cuter on you. He wonders what other faces you could make.

But first, he has to answer the question Zeus asked him, "Why, the only prize that matters to me of course!~"

"(Y/n) (L/n), the Sun Hashira herself!"

[11queensupreme11]

It sounds like part 4 is just going to be the ror!gods going "oh well this will be fine what's the worst that could happen" only to be immediately proven wrong by the pjo!world. To them Percy's world probably seems like some kind of apocalyptic dystopian death world with a personal grudge against Percy. New horrors everyday. Anthonius is allowed to exist. Can you tell me each love interest's least favorite thing that is not Percy related? (ex Poseidon hates that pjo!Poseidon is a whore)

poseidon: absolutely HATES the state of his seas. his counterpart only has a kingdom because he didn't think to conquer and expand??? pathetic. it's so polluted too, WHY DOESN'T PJO!POSEIDON KILL THE HUMANS FOR SULLYING HIS TERRITORY??? there's aquariums, FUCKING SEA WORLD, grocery stores selling dead fish, countries whose main diet consists of SEA FOOD. poseidon is frothing in the mouth with rage

hades: absolutely hates the relationship the elder olympians have, especially the big three. it actually kinda hurts him how broken this family is. he's very disappointed in how the pjo!big 3 behave. they're having petty arguments with each other and killing each other's kids because of it! he is especially disappointed in pjo!zeus, he's become a power-hungry, paranoid, tyrannical king and that says a lot because his little brother is literally called "the tyrant of the seas"

loki: absolutely hates the idea that pjo gods have fallen so low that they would lay with a HUMAN and have half-breed children (which is very hypocritical of him because he's in love with a HALF-BREED, but he'll just say "she's an exception ofc! 💖"), then have the gall to look down on them despite literally needing their existence to survive? no seriously, loki hates how the pjo gods actually NEED humanity to exist in order to not fade away. it's disgusting to him

beelzebub: hmmmm this was kinda hard for me because there are many reasons he hates the pjo verse but most of it is percy-related. the one thing he really hates is how dangerous everything is. this man is super overprotective (for obvious reasons) so learning that demigods literally have monsters hunting after them like 24/7 makes him worried af and paranoid. the fact that percy's constantly sent on quests and wars??? he'd hyperventilate. it does not help learning that greek demigods barely make it to adulthood 💀

apollo: this one is more specific, but he hates how pjo!apollo wasn't allowed to save artemis after she was kidnapped. pjo!apollo wasn't allowed to interfere and literally risked getting into A LOT of trouble by breaking ancient laws to help percy and the questers. ror!apollo really really REALLY doesn't like the "no interference rule".

but i think THE NUMBER ONE THING that ALL ror gods hate the most..... is how restrictive everything is in the pjo verse.

think about it. there are SOOO many things that the pjo gods can't do that would just baffle ror gods:

they can't go to each other's realms/homes. early in the lightning thief, percy asks why can't zeus and poseidon just go to the underworld and to beat up hades for stealing the bolt and chiron was like "they're not allowed to". like, that's just insane for ror!gods!!!

they can't reveal themselves to the humans??? ror midgardians don't believe in the gods anymore because the ror gods literally hate their asses so much that barely any of them go down to midgard anymore and just chill in valhalla. meanwhile in pjo, humans simply stopped believing in them and the gods decided they should play along and have hecate create the mist so they wouldn't know about the "mythical" world

they can't interfere too much in the lives of humans. humans are literally fucking up the environment in pjo and gods don't go around committing massacres as punishment because they're no longer allowed to interfere or something like that 💀 then there's the ror gods casually committing genocide on multiple nations and even going so far as to COMPLETELY WIPE OUT ALL OF HUMANITY 💀

can't go around killing humans whenever they want cuz they need them to survive. also connected to the one above. pjo gods need demigods and humanity in order to not fade away from existence. which is VERY weird to ror gods because their existence is not influenced by humanity AT ALL. it's why they're able to commit so many genocides against them.

can't raise their demigod children. yeah a lot of ror gods are gonna be disgusted at the thought of half-breed kids existing but like.... they're genuinely confused as to why pjo gods can't raise them cuz wtf

can't act freely so they gotta use demigods to do their dirty work. connected to the "can't go to each other's realms/homes" and "can't interfere too much" rule ^^. because of how restricted pjo gods are, they gotta act indirectly by using demigods to do their dirty work for them (pjo!apollo couldn't save his sis because he wasn't allowed to, had to literally break ancient laws just so he could give percy and co some help). ror gods have no such restrictions and can do as they please

and im pretty sure there's more, but that's the gist of it that i can remember rn

[martiancake]

Spoilery Solavellan thoughts

I'm not kidding, this will be Dragon Age: The Veilguard ENDGAME spoilery. Tagging with "veilguard spoilers" if you want to blacklist.

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So, I think the solasmancer subreddit must have played an entirely different game than I did, because they're all cranky and upset and I'm sitting here just basking in how utterly beyond perfection the Solavellan ending was. FAR beyond even my most pie-in-the-sky hopes.

I had been keeping my expectations very low. I mean, I don't know the numbers on how many players ran a Solavellan DAI, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the majority. So I was thinking I'd be happy if they just acknowledged it happened. Or if someone said "vhenan" I'd be happy. Well, both those things happened. And SO MUCH MORE.

I think some people are upset about the Mythal stuff, but that didn't bother me at all. First, they leave the nature of their personal relationship wide open for interpretation, as directly signposted by the library table conversation with the crew. She could have been a lover (or not), she was definitely a kind of mother figure in that she was the reason Solas took a physical form, and they were friends/colleagues/companions/etc for thousands of years. She is integral to the majority of the guilt and regret Solas feels. I kinda wonder if there was some kind of geas in play, considering a) Solas's vehement argument against drinking from the Well of Souls, b) the other gods calling him "Mythal's lapdog", and c) the wording Mythal uses when she kisses him on his forehead scar (!!!!!) releasing him "from her service."

He needed to hear that to move forward into the future so that his life wouldn't continue to be mired in regret and he could start to walk his path of atonement.

So not only did we get mutual instances of "vhenan" from both Solas and Lavellan, but Inky also points out all the clues that Solas wanted her to stop him, if a way could be found. THEN... Oh my lordy, we get a KISS and them walking hand in hand through the Fade to walk his path TOGETHER.

I AM DEAD.

And don't think I didn't notice the Herald of Andraste walking off with the guy who made the Black City. Lol. What's the Chant going to say about this in a few hundred years?

It's also got shades of Loki and Sigyn, bound together till Ragnarok.

Personally, I think they move into the Lighthouse and bang on every surface for like a year at least. Then they get right on that atonement.

More than I ever could have hoped for:

Now here's my blasphemous thoughts: I kinda dug the idea of Rook/Solas. I mean, with a non-solavellan Inky of course. But I dug their snarking back and forth, and Solas's grudging respect, and especially the possible 'outwit the trickster' ending.

[kynmoonlight]

Bard's Broken Heart

I present: 1 motif of what I’m calling “Bard’s Broken Heart Lace”

OK, not quite, but still a cool design. Inspired by this post from Tumblr user @loki-is-my-kink-awakening https://www.tumblr.com/loki-is-my-kink-awakening/723753602720661504/oh-my-gods-are-these-the-hearts-hidden-on?source=share Who noticed that the trim on Jaskier’s shirt in Season 3 Netflix Witcher is little hearts! And a reply (sorry OP, I can’t find it now) noted that they’re very symbolically, hearts that are divided!

So anyway, I got crafting-obsessed and had to try to figure out how it was made and attempt to recreate it.

Which lead to research on historical lace-making and needlework.

[Disclaimers: this is all my best guesses as an amateur crafter, not a historical expert. I know my stitching is uneven, especially the pin-picots, which I just learned last week]

by the way, crafters or fic writers looking for historical fibercraft reference, check out Project Gutenberg’s (free!) The Encyclopedia of Needlework by Thérèse de Dillmont https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/20776/pg20776-images.html SO much fascinating stuff!

First, based on the clearest photos I can find (ie not very) I’m guessing the actual trim was machine-made, because a) the stitching is really even and smooth and tiny, b) handmade lace would be extremely expensive, and c) TV/Movie costuming needs multiples of every garment, especially for something like a delicate chemise Jaskier wears running all around the continent for a whole season. 

My first guess and attempt was crochet, which wasn’t it, then thought it might be tatting or bobbin lace, which also weren’t right once I looked up images. 

I finally settled on whitework cut-work embroidery with some needle lace techniques for the edging. Which I think gave me a kind of close facsimile. This one is about 1-½ x the size of what he wears (because that’s the limit of my aging hand steadiness, crafting magnifiers, and the materials I had.)

This one motif took me probably two hours, including many screwups and tangles. Not including drafting, blocking and snapshots. With the right materials and one done for practice (as it was only my second project in whitework and first try at needle lace!) one heart would take around an hour. For someone whose lifelong job, all day every day, was embroidering lace trim, they’d probably manage a meter/yard or two of the actual size trim, which I’m guessing is how much is on that shirt.

So in-universe, this still wouldn’t be a cheap piece of clothing, with at least a full day of skilled craftswomen wages for just the lace, plus finely woven, printed fabric that (I think, historically, that would have been block printed by hand), and additional seamster time to make it up. Modern-day equivalent would probably be easily USD $1000 if not 2x that. Our boy is making good money as a now-famous bard! (I suppose in a universe with magic, it could have been magiked, or magically duplicated after an expert created a template, but I suspect that would cost as much as handcrafting anyhow)

If I get bored and the crafting bug hits me again, I might try to make a whole edging this, maybe on a handkerchief. 

Now, what do I do with one lace heart? I settled on starching it and attaching a safety pin back, so I guess if I ever go to a convention I can wear it as a pin so fellow Witchercrafters and Jaskier fans know how much of a nerd I really am.

I could write up direx with step by step pictures if anyone else really wants to try it.

[nighttimeebony]

A collection of my thoughts, reactions, predictions and whatnot that I had and wrote down while I was reading The Sea of Monsters. So spoilers for that under the cut.

EDIT: part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

Ah, I just now realized that Percy’s sword, Riptide, is another nod to his Poseidon heritage

Where the hell was this kind of school when I was Percy’s age? You don’t get grades, and you just get to blow shit up in science class?? I fucking wish

Tyson kind of reminds me of some of the special ed kids I knew in elementary school. Or kids with low-functioning autism. That’s probably what Percy figured, too, since he didn’t know that Tyson was a cyclops at first. Percy is such a sweetheart, and he does his best to treat Tyson kindly and to protect him from bullies. And he does it not to feel better about himself but because he wants Tyson to feel better. And he doesn’t just protect Tyson and leave him alone afterwards and hope he doesn’t talk to him. He genuinely considers Tyson to be one of his friends and he cares about him. I just. I love this kid.

Ah, yes. Tantalus. I remember you. Your son had sex with Percy’s dad.

I like that whenever Percy sees Grover in a wedding dress, he says nothing about the fact that Grover is a boy wearing a dress, he’s just like, “bro, that does not fit you at all, you need a size 9 at least before we can call it kosher”. I love these kids.

I like Silena Beauregard and Charles Beckendorf. I imagine that they're a couple, because it would be a cute reference to the fact that Aphrodite and Hephaestus are technically married. In a very crack shippy kind of way.

I just now realized that the name of Luke's sword (Backbiter) was foreshadowing for his inevitable betrayal. Backbiter is a term used to describe someone untrustworthy, or used to describe a traitor. It’s basically a synonym for “backstabber”. The trickster Norse god Loki is actually frequently referred to with the epithet Backbiter. It could also be a reference to the fact that Hermes is not only a trickster god, but also the god of liars and thieves, which would make sense considering that Luke is a son of Hermes.

Holy shit, Luke is trying to Voldemort this shit!

“‘Percy,’ Annabeth said, trying to keep her cool, ‘we’re going to Polyphemus’s island! Polyphemus is an S-i-k… a C-y-k…” She stamped her foot in frustration. As smart as she was, Annabeth was dyslexic, too. We could’ve been there all night while she tried to spell Cyclops.” I love this book.

Percy’s like, a donut shop in the middle of nowhere is a little weird, but donuts aren’t all that high on my list of threats to worry about. Percy, last book you were almost murdered by Medusa at a diner. I think you should know by now that free food is sketchy as hell when you’re you.

“‘I DON’T CARE WHAT IT SAID!’ Ares bellowed with such force that his image shimmered. ‘You will succeed. And if you don’t…’ He raised his fist. Even though he was only a figure in the steam, Clarisse flinched.” Oh, baby…

I think Clarisse should swear. She deserves it.

Annabeth talking about weaving and Athena’s skill with weaving specifically makes me wonder if we’re ever going to meet or get some other mention/reference to Arachne.

“‘But…’ Annabeth’s voice sounded hurt. ‘What’s wrong with my hair?’” Annabeth saying this broke my heart, but then I remembered that she’s going to be Black in that new live action series, and thinking about this scene with that context in mind hurt me even more considering how Black kids are often shamed and punished for their natural hair texture. I’m just imagining little Annabeth getting made fun of by other kids for her hair and teachers punishing her for being “dirty” or “ungroomed”, and then thinking about the way this cunt is manipulating Annabeth to feel like she’s lesser than because of it. That new live series Disney+ is making better not mess this up.

Holy shit, did C.C. also invent the concept of Instagram?? Why is she obliterating these thirteen-year-olds’ self-esteem???

Oh, because she’s a witch. Yup, Circe, that checks out

Amelia Earheart was a half-blood? I love that. Also, yes! Thank you for mentioning Atalanta, I adore her! She’s one of my favorite characters in Greek mytho-history.

Also, Blackbeard being a son of Ares makes way too much sense

Percy being good at sailing is amazing. Finding that one interest that’s very niche and obscure that’s almost useless in modern society and nailing the hell out of it is very neurodivergent of him and I’m so proud of him for that

“I looked over, expecting to see Annabeth, but the girl wasn’t Annabeth. She wore punk-style clothes with silver chains on her wrists. She had spiky black hair, dark eyeliner around her stormy blue eyes, and a spray of freckles across her nose. She looked familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.” Wait. Is that Thalia?

"'But… you're still getting married?' Grover sounded hurt." Grover, baby, he was going to kill you. This is not about you not being hot enough for him.

Annabeth calling herself Nobody to get Polyphemus's attention—I remember that myth; I read it in elementary school. I thought it was hysterical. It still is. Also Annabeth's burn game is on point.I didn’t know that that hero was Odysseus specifically, but now that I do, it makes a lot more sense.

By the way, isn’t Odysseus related to Poseidon? I can’t remember, but I could swear that Odysseus was a grandson of Poseidon… (two Google searches later). Nope, it was Hermes. He’s a grandson of Hermes, which, yeah, that makes more sense than Poseidon.

"'Not a traitor,' Tyson said. 'And you are not my kind.'" YES, BABY!!

Percabeth. Just Percabeth. I love these children and I love them together.

Percy is one of the best protagonists ever. When Polyphemus was crying and asking Percy not to kill him, Percy spared him. Not because Polyphemus didn't deserve to die, but because Percy didn't want to kill him and felt bad for him. He sympathizes with Clarisse when she's upset, even though she's insulting him and Annabeth is angry with her. He remembers the way Ares had treated her on the boat, and instead of yelling back at her, he treats her with kindness and patience. He lets her complete her quest and have the glory that comes with it, because Percy doesn’t care about getting recognized by the camp for what he did—he just wants the camp to be saved, and as long as the Fleece is delivered to do that, he doesn’t care how. I just. I love him so much. He's such a sweet kid.

I love that Annabeth is the bloodthirsty, petty one between her and Percy.

Holy shit, Tyson's watch thing!! Damn, Tyson!

Percy proudly calling Tyson his baby brother is everything to me.

I love that at this point in the story, Percy is only 13 and has canonically been wanted by the police on two separate occasions.

HOLY SHIT!!!!! THALIA'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!! I AM READY TO LOVE HER!!!!!!!!

[pandalorian36]

Loki x Reader (Genderneutral)

Prompt from: @write-it-motherfuckers

Person A: “I can’t believe you talked to (Person B) without getting so much as a glare! Most people can’t even look in their general direction without some kind of threat.”

Person C: “I mean, it would be a little weird if they did. We are engaged after all.”

Person A: “....YOU’RE WHAT?!”

You are the god/goddess of nature and have known Loki for years. Freindship soon turned to love the two of you bonding over books and magic. When you are invited to a party with the Avengers it is a shock to them all when it is revealed you are in fact engaged to the God of mischief.

Warnings: None. Fluffy romance. Word count: 1609

Humming softly, I make my way across the apartment joining Loki at the window currently shirtless wearing nothing but sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. I wrap my arms arounds his waist. "Are you alright my love?" he nods smiling softly "Perfectly well my darling." He spins around soft smile morphing into a smirk "Don't you look stunning."

I laugh and spin around so he can see my outfit from all angles I chose a mixture of dark green and silver to match his usual colour pallet with leaves embroidered along the hems. I also have gold cuffs on my ears and a delicate ring with an emerald and two diamonds which Loki brings to his lips kissing it delicately. "Soon you will forever be mine." I laugh leaning in to kiss him "I have always been yours Loki."

Stepping back, I rake my eyes over his form while he smirks "What do you think?" Leaning in once more I kiss him gently "Handsome. Beautiful. Stunning. Flawless." he rolls his eyes cupping my face gently fingertips brushing my cheeks "I have a reputation to uphold." I shrug sighing dramatically "Suppose I will just have to keep my loving compliments to myself then."

Loki laughs heartily wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning us around "I love you Y/N." I smile wrapping my arms around his neck "And I you. Now come on you need to get dressed."

He grins sighing deeply "I suppose we do have to go." I kiss him once more before pushing him towards the bedroom "Yes we do. I'm looking forward to meeting your friends."

"Friends is pushing it." I flop down on the sofa laughing "Work colleagues then." He remerges from the bedroom in a black suit and tie his own ring on a chain around his neck a simple silver band with leaves pressed into it. "Wow." he chuckles pulling me to my feet kissing the tip of my nose "Thank you darling."

I drive to the hotel where the party is being held as Loki still hasn't got the hang of it though he would never admit to such a thing. A valet takes the car and Loki snakes an arm around my waist pressing a soft kiss to my temple "What is this ridiculous party for this time?" I smile holding up the invitation "I believe Mr Stark was simply bored." It looks as though Mr Stark has hired out the entire hotel as Guests are wandering around as well as people carrying trays of drinks and canapes.

Thor appears from nowhere grinning broadly his booming voice drawing more than a few people’s attention "Brother. I didn't expect you to actually turn up." the two embrace and he turns to me "Lord/Lady Y/N a pleasure to see you again." he pulls me into a hug crushing my ribs "Good to see you too Thor." he chuckles suddenly turning into an excited puppy "You must come and meet the team." Before I can protest, I am being dragged away from Loki into a ballroom.

"Lady Natasha. Lady Wanda." The two both turn smiling while I finally manage to dislodge my arm from Thor's grasp. "This is Y/N they are the god/goddess of nature." Wanda smiles "You are also from Asgard?" I shake my head "No, though I spent much time there. My mother and Frigga are good friends." Thor spots someone else he knows and disappears while Natasha and Wanda introduce me to Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Clint. All of whom are very friendly. I keep glancing around for Loki but can't seem to find him.

I find myself once again with Natasha standing off to the side of the room as couples begin dancing. "I am surprised Thor didn't introduce you to us sooner. Another God on our team would be handy." I chuckle sipping from my drink "I have never thought about it. Though I am trained in combat I much prefer magic or reading."

She laughs "Sounds like Loki. You should talk to him, he's around here somewhere." I smile into my drink deciding not to respond. "Tasha. You coming?" she turns Clint waving her over to a room roped off for VIP guests only. "Do you want to join?" I smile and as I can't see Loki anywhere nod.

Inside is quieter sofas arranged around a central area the Avengers and a few others either seated or talking in small groups around the room. I am introduced to Sam, Bucky, and Vision. Thor enters shortly after dragging Loki behind him "I am perfectly capable of walking brother." Thor shrugs letting go of him "You are always trying to escape. It'll do you good to socialise."

Loki rolls his eyes and I catch his eye smiling. He smiles softly in response before moving to the bar to get a drink. Walking over I lean on the bar "They'll have a (drink)" the bartender nods preparing one and handing me the glass "How are you coping?" he shrugs still managing to look elegant "Barely. Are you enjoying yourself?" I smile "Yes. I don't understand why you call them all dull." he chuckles into his drink "I suppose I may be a little harsh."

I grin "You are allowed to be nice you know." his lips quirk upwards "I'm working on it." smiling I push away from the bar "Well I love you no matter what." Thor calls me over and I join him by the sofas with Tony, Steve, and Natasha. The room has slowly emptied leaving only the Avengers crew and myself.

Tony grins "I can’t believe you talked to Loki without getting so much as a glare! Most people can’t even look in their general direction without some kind of threat.” I laugh taking a drink "I mean, it would be a little weird if they did. We are engaged after all.”

Tony practically spits out his drink “.... YOU’RE WHAT?!” Thor yells over to his brother "Why didn't you tell me brother? Engaged to Lord/Lady Y/N mother will be delighted. This is wonderful news." Loki breezes over sitting next to me on the sofa an arm draped behind my back "You never asked." Thor rolls his eyes "That is not the point brother." Steve smiles warmly "Well congratulations to the both of you.” I lean into Loki's side his fingers brushing the back of my neck.

"So, mischief, you spell them or something?" Loki’s gaze goes icy his knuckles going white as his grip on his glass tightens "I assure you I have done no such thing." Tony chuckles "Just trying to understand how someone fell in love with you. You never socialise, cold, quite, distant. Never smile always threatening people." the others start to shift around uncomfortable and Steve moves closer to Tony taking away his drink "I think you've had too much."

Tony shrugs him off laughing while Loki remains tense. I shift my hand onto his thigh "Loki we should go." he doesn't move, and I can feel his magic flaring, so I send out a tendril of my own wrapping it around his arm moving it up to his chest Calm down my love. Do not listen to the words of a drunk mortal.

He is insulting not only me but you. I sigh letting my magic wrap around him reminding him of all the love I have for him. I do not care for what he says, and neither should you. Slowly he turns his eyes meeting mine gaze softening as I bring up a hand to cup his cheek. Everyone looks in a state of shock, Thor actually has his mouth hanging open "No one has ever managed to calm Loki before." Loki smiles softly not breaking my gaze whispering "And no one else will ever have that power." I smile turning to Tony "Insult my husband to be again Mr Stark and you will not live to do so a third time."

I allow my magic to flare filling my eyes with a bright green light. Thor grins "You have chosen well brother." a few people chuckle while Tony looks uncomfortable "Point taken." I stand pulling Loki up with me "Well it was lovely to meet you all." Thor stands throwing his arms around my shoulders almost nocking me over "I look forward to calling you family." I smile slightly patting him on the back "Good to see you as well Thor."

Loki wraps an arm around my waist leading me from the room. I stop him turning so we are face to face "Loki look at me." he does so something dark fluttering in his eyes, I cup his face gently "Loki you listen to me. I love you with all my heart. Every part of you. I know you can be cold and distant at times you were when we first met," I grin "But do you really believe I would have agreed to marry you if I didn't love you with every fibre of my being? I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your voice. Just every single thing about you the good and the bad."

His smile finally reaches his eyes as he leans down lips pressing against mine gently "I will thank the stars for eternity that you chose me my love." I pull him closer burying my face in his neck “I am so lucky to have found you Y/N L/N.” I tighten my grip “‘fraid you’re stuck with me for eternity.” He chuckles kissing my forehead then my cheek before pulling away “I am the luckiest man in the galaxy.”

[callsignbaphomet]

Saw some gifs of season 2 of Loki and my brain quickly went "Oh, it's Loke time!"

I have a confession to make about my Loke lol

When I first came up with him I hadn't bothered naming him, hell, he didn't even have a backstory. He was just Jelani's older brother. Like I've mentioned before, he was so bare bones because he was just a plot device and was just gonna die bloody and ugly just to emphasize how evil and a piece of shit Iain is.

Buuuuuuuut I decided to name him and give him a backstory and then I fell completely in love with him and decided to not kill him and make him part of the main roster. I really love this character, he is such a darling of a person.

So I was coming up with this character's background, story and details but I didn't know what he looked like or what his name would be. This is where C comes in lmfao.

During the height of the MCU Loki craze C absolutely hated the character. He has since he was little but when the character got popular his hate for him just tripled and honestly it was amusing. I still like the character ngl. Got a soft spot for the bitch.

So I didn't wanna be totally obvious and outright name him Loki (due to the popularity of the MCU character) but while searching names I came across Loke which is pretty much just another way of spelling/saying Loki.

One of his nicknames is Lo but sometimes other characters will use Loki when referring to him. So in a way I snuck that version of the name in anyway.

Lol

I went with it. Plus it just rolls off the tongue so nicely. So now we have a name and a backstory. He just needed to have an appearance.

The Marvel look was not gonna go at all. I already had Jelani with long raven black hair and pale blue eyes. It isn't the same as raven black hair with green eyes but to me it felt similar. So I looked to depictions of the real Loki. Most of the ones I saw were of a pale white male with long wavy/curly red hair with different variations of eye colors. Loved it! Like I constantly say one of my major weaknesses is pale men with long red hair 🧑🏻‍🍳💋

Eyeball color tho was a choice based on a high school memory. There was this one girl in my English class pale, long curly red hair and the palest green eyes I have ever seen. She was gorgeous!

(We come in all shades. Tbh we're kind of a melting pot of rainbows. We range from freakishly white looking to rich and vibrant dark and I love that for us)

So I went with most depictions of the Norse god Loki with the pale white skin, freckles, long wavy/curly ginger hair and a set of pale green eyes. That's how I ended up with a 6'6" teddy bear of a man who's crazy overprotective of his 6'6" baby brother.

So every time I see either Marvel Loki or the real Loki I instantly think of my Loke.

Now excuse me I gotta rb some Loke doodles to satisfy my need to look at my adorable little Nordic teddy bear.

[alyceinwonderland777]

The Rage Room

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Screaming, fighting, swear words, panic attack, crying, mention of torture

The TVA agents couldn't believe their ears. Loki was talking to them about how their memories have been suppressed, about He Who Remains and how their beloved Judge Renslayer had pruned C-20 instead of trying to figure out what was going on.

Hunter B-15: So is C-20 still alive?

Loki: Most likely yes, although Judge Renslayer most likely hopes she's dead.

Ravonna was terribly ashamed of what she had done.

Ravonna: I was panicking! I thought Sylvie had some kind of brainwashed her!

Loki: Instead it turns out that the one who was brainwashed is you. Comical, right?

Hunter B-15: You could have talked to Sylvie. I did it to try to understand what was happening and now I remember exactly who I am and where I come from. *Said B-15 to Ravonna*

Sylvie: She pretended not to remember what my first Nexus event was, so I don't think she was interested in talking to me.

Casey: What? Why did she do that?

Sylvie: Because Ravonna is a two-faced cunt.

Ravonna loses it.

Ravonna: YOUR NEXUS EVENT IS THAT YOU WERE GOOD! YOU WERE NOT INTERESTED IN POWER UNLIKE THE OTHER LOKIS AND WANTED TO BE A HERO SO UNFORTUNATELY WE HAD TO ARREST YOU! *She screamed*

Everyone was shocked, especially Sylvie.

Sylvie: I WAS A FUCKING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Ravonna: I was forced to do it! If you really want to know, you managed to run away because I felt sorry for you since you were just a child!

Sylvie: Awww thanks! You were very kind! *She said sarcastically*

Loki: You know Ravonna, you and Mobius would make a great couple: He's a dick and you're a cunt!

Mobius: How dare you? I have always treated you with respect!

Loki: Oh so when you locked me in a TimeCell to have Sif kick me in the balls was your way of showing your respect for me?

Mobius: I thought you betrayed us!

Suddenly Loki kicked Mobius in the balls, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

Mobius: ARE YOU CRAZY?

Loki: Does it hurt? Imagine how I felt when I was stuck in that fucking time loop for who knows how long!

Ravonna: I think you need some chamomile tea *Said Ravonna sarcastically to Loki*

Loki burst out laughing. His laughter was hysterical.

Loki: The merciless Judge Renslayer is telling me to calm down? Are you kidding me?

Ravonna: It would be better if you stopped acting like a little bitch, don't you think?

Sylvie: You're right Ravonna. We should all take an example from you! *Sylvie said sarcastically*

Mobius: EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! *Screamed Mobius*

Loki was about to punch Mobius, but he managed to dodge the blow. The God of Mischief and the TVA analyst engaged in a hand-to-hand fight.

Loki: You're a piece of shit!

Mobius: This piece of shit got pruned for you!

Loki: Not before torturing me! Your girlfriend couldn't wait to prune me and Sylvie! *He said referring to Ravonna*

D-90 and Casey intervened to separate Mobius and Loki. D-90 holds Loki and Casey holds Mobius.

D-90: Calm down buddy! We are all victims in this situation! *D-90 said while holding Loki still*

Loki: I'll calm down only after I smash Mobius' cute face!

D-90: He's a victim too! Stop being an asshole and act like an adult!

Loki: Why are you kissing his ass now? When Mrs. Renslayer told you to prune him you did it without a second thought.

D-90: I'm not kissing anyone's ass. I was brainwashed you idiot!

Loki managed to free himself from D-90's grip by kicking him, but D-90 aimed the TimeStick at his neck.

D-90: Don't make me do this. You know we have all been kidnapped from our realities and indoctrinated, so please calm down and listen to what Mobius has to say.

Loki: Okay but get off of me *He said with a snort*

D-90 lowered the TimeStick and Mobius began to speak.

Mobius: Like I said before, I thought you betrayed us. After what you told me I started having doubts and after verifying that you were right I came to free you. I went against everything and everyone for you. I got pruned for you. What do I have to do to make you understand that I'm sorry?

Loki: Are you trying to make me feel guilty?

Mobius: No, I'm just saying I'm sorry!

Loki: Sure *He said rolling his eyes*

Mobius: Shall I get on my knees and beg your forgiveness? *He asked sarcastically*

Loki: Why do you care so much?

Mobius: That's the dumbest question you could ever ask me.

Loki: You didn't answer though.

Mobius: Because I care about you!

Loki: Sure *He said rolling his eyes*

Ravonna: He's telling the truth, Loki.

Loki: Oh really? Like you when you said you couldn't remember what Sylvie's Nexus event was?

Ravonna: I admitted my mistakes and so did Mobius. Can we agree all that all of us have been snatched from our lives without our consent and made into puppets?

Sylvie: Oddly what you said makes sense, Ravonna.

Ravonna rolled her eyes in annoyance

Sylvie: I know, the truth hurts.

Ravonna: Give me a fucking break!

Sylvie: You and your association of space-fascists have never given me a break. You have had no qualms about arresting me when I was just a child and treating me like a criminal. All this only because basically I was a "good kid". What questions would I have been asked during the trial if I hadn't run away? What answers did you expect to get from a child?

Ravonna: I was just following orders!

In that moment Sylvie spat in Ravonna's face.

Sylvie: I've always wanted to do this!

Ravonna: Please stop!

Sylvie: Otherwise what will you do? Will you prune me, Ravonna?

Ravonna: I don't want to prune you, not anymore.

Sylvie: Oh really? Yet you couldn't wait to "finish your job", Judge Renslayer.

Ravonna was starting to get pissed.

Sylvie: What is it? Did you expect He Who Remains to reveal himself to you and compliment you on being the "most effective member" of the TVA? Did you think he would take you to his castle on a white horse? *She said sarcastically*

Ravonna: Sylvie stop it! *She said angrily*

Sylvie: Why should I? I'm having a blast! The fearsome Judge Renslayer believed that He Who Remains was her Prince Charming! *Sylvie said bursting out laughing*

Ravonna: Shut up! Shut the fuck up! *She said as she was about to punch her*

Sylvie dodged Ravonna's punch and grabbed her by the wrist and knocked her to the floor.

Ravonna grabbed Sylvie's leg and knocked her to the floor.

The blond-haired Goddess and the former TVA judge engaged in a hand-to-hand fight.

Sylvie: Poor Ravonna, she was hoping to become He Who Remains' little bitch! *Sylvie said in a mixture of sarcasm and anger*

Ravonna managed to overpower Sylvie.

Ravonna: Can we stop fighting and talk civilly? *She said holding her wrists*

Sylvie: Oooh the ultimate pruner wants to talk civily?

Sylvie was trying to free herself from Ravonna's grip, but she couldn't. While Ravonna was holding her down she remembered the exact moment Ravonna and the Minutemen squad she led abducted her, though it all happened differently. Sylvie's breathing became more labored and her face paled. She was having a panic attack. Ravonna immediately released her grip on Sylvie's wrists and tried to help her up.

Sylvie: Stay away from me!

Ravonna: I don't want to hurt you, Sylvie!

Sylvie: Bullshit! You want to prune me! You want to do what you couldn't do ages ago!

Sylvie curled up in a fetal position and continued to breathe heavily. Up until that moment the only feeling she had experienced was anger, drowning out the sadness and anxiety. All of her trauma was exploding. She burst into tears. She felt sad, tired and frustrated.

Ravonna sat down on the floor and stroked her back.

Ravonna: I'm sorry, little one. *She said feeling sincerely guilty*

Sylvie kept shaking and crying. Ravonna helped her up and they walked to the elevator.

Sylvie: W-Where are you taking me?

Ravonna: Don't be afraid, I don't want to hurt you.

The elevator reached the roof of the TVA. It was a terrace rather than a roof.

Ravonna: I used to come up here whenever I needed to clear my head, whenever I was pissed off. In short, I came up here very often.

They sat down on a concrete bench that was up there.

Sylvie: Did you come up here to admire the view?

Ravonna: Yes. It helped me relax.

Sylvie: Did you come up here that day too?

Ravonna: Yes...

Sylvie: Did you feel guilty for taking pity on me?

Ravonna: They didn't let me get away with it...

Sylvie: What do you mean?

Ravonna took a deep breath and told her how she was tortured as punishment for allowing Sylvie to run away. Sylvie was shocked.

Sylvie: Why didn't you run away?

Ravonna: Because I thought I deserved it. I was convinced that this was my place and that I had to carry out my mission at all costs, but in the end there never was any mission. After a while I started to hate you. I thought it was your fault, but in reality, you are a victim in this whole situation, as are I and the other employees of this hell hole.

Sylvie's shaking had subsided slightly, but she felt drained.

Ravonna: Are you feeling better?

Sylvie: Yes, thank you.

Ravonna: I hope that in the future you will be able to forgive me.

Sylvie took her TempPad and opened a Timedoor.

Sylvie: Follow me.

Ravonna: Where are we going?

Sylvie: Just follow me. I have to show you something.

Sylvie and Ravonna passed through the portal and found themselves in Norway. They were on the beach of Sognsvann lake. They heard the gentle sound of the sea waves and the beautiful phenomenon of the northern lights was taking place.

Sylvie placed two fingers on Ravonna's right temple and began to enchant her to restore her suppressed memories.

After Sylvie finished Ravonna was amazed.

Sylvie: Consider it my way of saying I've forgiven you.

They hugged tightly accompanied by the Northem Lights and the sound of the sea waves.

They returned to TVA and rejoined the rest of the group. Mobius and Loki had reconciled and everyone was ready to get to the bottom of this whole situation, to find C-20 and take back the most precious thing that had been stolen from them: their lives.

[walkingwiththegods1]

A serious talk I had with certain Trickster, about Human relations with Deities/Spirits... (And, Human's Timelines!)

After the leaving of the blogger I admired and followed for years, I spended days where I needed to process what happened; and being able to started to move on of that feeling of sadness and feeling lost: I told to all The Gods and Goddesses closer to my heart, than I needed to be alone; and all of them left so I could have time for myself...

...All of them, except one: Loki.

He tried to atracted my attention, but I didn't feel the desire to talk to anyone; (including him) and he even sended me two animals, than at first; I thoughted than it was weird they appeared from nowhere, until I heared his voice moments later... And I got rid of both animals, the first flew away from me; and the second I sended to fly after I hitted the carpet where the little insect appeared and walk quickly. (I even accept a job for a short time, trying to find some peace to rethink things)

He didn't seemed to understand, than the most he tried to talk me... The less interested and more angrier with him, I will be.

One night, he appeared to talked to me; but I didn't want to hear him: It was the first time in ten years, than I felt and act cold and distant towards him... And totally angry, too.

Loki: (Saying my name), please... Let me explain you!...

Me: I don't want to listen to you, Loki.

Loki: ...I have to tell you, why I did that...

Me: ...I don't really want to know, Loki! (Starting to walk away, to end the talk)

Loki: (In a sad tone) ...Please, forgive me!

Me: (Turning around to look at him) ...I'm not the one, to who you have to asked for forgiveness...

Me: (Looking straight to his eyes) ...She did times than I couldn't make yet, and my heart tells me; than she really loves you... Maybe even more, than I do!

Loki: I don't know why you are acting like that, (My name)...

Me: ...I'm acting like that, 'cause I hate to loses people I apreciate; and... (Sighing) ...I think you don't get it... (Loki, looking at me)

Me: Most humans, tends to love for a short time and leaved; only a few can love; as The Deities, loves: If one of the parts fell out of love, is better to tell that earlier so you don't hurt to the one you once loved.

Loki: (Looking like expecting the last words I said to him for two months)

Me: (Looking sadly at him) ...All of you, can always love and turns back time; anytime you need it, too: We humans?!... We doesn't have the luxury of time, by our side!... (Turning and walking away from him)

After the two months, I was ready to hear what he had to say; but... He spend weeks in silence, (which confirmed to me, than it wasn't something than I needed to hear; or... Than he had to talk to someone else) In some point, he was back again; and... Very slowly, things are getting back to how they were.

Marpessa, was a Greek Princess than had to choose; between the hero Idas, and Apollo/Apollon... Marpessa, chosed to Idas; telling to the God than if she had chooses him, she will eventually left her; when she grow old...

My relation's with The Trickster and with The One borne from The Sea's Foam, had longer than I was expecting; but... After what happened with one of The Trickster's most fervient followers and once spouse, I'm starting to fear and think: How long this may last?! (I'm look way younger than my real age, but... For how long?! What if, in five or ten years; Him, or Aphrodite [or, both] will leaves me; when I don't look that youthful, or... If I became so ill, than they decided to finished the emotional and/or romantic bond; than joined us, a long time ago?!) ...I think than all than have this kind of relations, has to take a moment to think than is truth than they are people than are so lucky; than even in illness and/or aging, the relation never change, and the same will last forever; but... That's not something than I heared very often: We must think to have at least one close friend, than understand and help us; in case the relation's with a Deity/Deities, ended; so we can find a way out of the pain than will surely follows, after that.

Now, I understand to Marpessa's Decission: Loving to a Deity or a Human, has its pro and cons; and we must choose with a cold head, 'wishing than our decision; will be something than will worth our time, than as Humans... Is not much!

Than our Relations with The Divine, lasts the time we needed for us, as Humans... So Be It!

[takerfoxx]

Alrighty, High School DXD, season 3! AKA, the one that everyone hated and caused a big rift between the anime's director and the light novels' author that caused him to go to a different studio entirely for the next season and completely retcon the last four episodes of this season!

It's funny going into something already knowing that it's going to be bad and knowing the circumstances behind it. I mean, I've been enjoying the series thus far, even with its flaws, but I was curious to see how much of a trainwreck this was going to turn out to be.

And honestly, it got off to a fairly strong start. Like, the character interactions felt more developed, a few of the ones that had faded into the background were getting more focus (except poor Kiba, who's been pushed aside ever since his own focus arc finished up), the whole turning the Issei house into a multi-story mansion was a hoot, we FINALLY get some focus on Issei's trauma from being betrayed and killed by Yuma, Koneko looked like she was going to finally get some development, the whole gods and demons lore was getting expanded, and so on. Like, it was going good! I'm sure fans of the light novel were annoyed at them doing things out of order, but it was still good.

Also, they fixed those damn eyecatches! Seriously, how'd they fuck up something so simple last season?

But while I did like the training arc and the Loki fight (though he could have stood to have had some more personality), the next arc started to go off the rails. It was basically just a weird mix of past arcs (save Asia, the rating game, creepy suitors) with not a whole lot new mixed in, and I was bummed that the rating game thing got nixed, because I liked the last one and was looking forward to this one. Still, the villain (already forgot his name) was suitably hateable, kidnapping Asia always means some level of instant investment for me, and this series is meant to be a power fantasy anyway, so seeing a loathsome douche get his ass handed to him is still a good time.

And then things rolled over into the last four episodes, the ones that get retconned by season four, and I was like, "Ooooh, NOW I get it."

Yeah, it was a mess.

Okay, okay. Individually, there was some good stuff. Like, the fights were still pretty hyped, the voice acting and animation were good, and we get both the big Asia and Rias kisses. And there were some neat ideas to be had.

Unfortunately, it couldn't seem to just pick one. Like, wow, it cycled through one plot line after another here.

So...Asia gets suddenly transported to another dimension where she'll die and everyone is grieving and Issei is losing his mind and going berserk on a bunch of villains that I also kind of forgot who they were and what their deal was to begin with...only for her to get rescued by the C-team offscreen. It's fine.

Next, Issei's Dragon form has malfunctioned and is slowly killing him and everyone is so worried...except they suddenly remember that they have a healer. So Asia heals him up, easy-peasy. He's fine.

And then Issei's doppelganger shows up and mind controls Rias so everyone needs to go get her back so I guess Rias is the final boss now, but power of love and...what the hell was going on? Is the Chaos Brigade the villains or not? Wasn't Koneko's sister supposed to be important? Akeno's whole thing with her dad got wrapped up way too quickly and too easily and was never really mentioned again. I remember Loki cursing Rias and Issei, so I guess that's an explanation for the doppelganger, but even so. What the fuck is happening and why?!

Yeah, it was all over the place. I completely lost track of what the plot of this season was even supposed to be. And while I can't say that I didn't enjoy aspects, on the whole it really fell apart.

Plus, we are running into cast creep. What worked about the first season is that the number of characters was manageable, so everyone got time to shine, but now there's so many that most just sort of do one thing per fight and other than that just sort of stand aside (poor Gasper). It's the Z-fighters all over again.

Well, at least the OVA was genuinely good. Like, bringing back the Big Bad from season one and find out that his loss has traumatized him so badly that even the heroes feel sorry for him and try to get him back on his feet? Yeah, that's great. And him and Issei's rivalry is just so wonderfully petty. Honestly, keep Riser around. He's got way more rival chemistry with Issei than Vali does.

Also, I've said it before and I'll say it again. How in the hell haven't Issei and Asia fucked already?!

[the-princess-of-loki]

What you need

Pairing: Soft!Loki x Dom!you

Warnings: smut, graphic description of smut, oral sex (f receiving), BDSM, whipping.

A/N: It's the first time I write something with a BDSM theme, so please, be kind to me and tell me what I can do to get better. Enjoy!

You stared at the white canvas in front of you. Loki's bare muscled back was right there in front of you, for you to do as you pleased with it. You saw his black curls on his nape as he stayed still, waiting for your next move. A thrill was running up and down your body with so much power you had over him. You ran your gaze down his waist until you finally set your eyes on his ass. That perfect, round, muscled ass was, without a doubt, the creation of the gods.

Crack!

You heard him gasp at the first touch of your black leather crop whip, the one he specifically had told you to use this time. You never hit him too hard, just enough to give him what he needed of you. Even when he is a god and you couldn't possibly hurt him physically, you could hurt him in other ways. And you never wanted that. A single pink mark appeared on one of his ass cheeks. Your stilettos resounded in the room as you walked two steps to him and caressed that pink mark with one of your fingers. A side glance at the front of his body told you he was already getting hard. His breathing was now faster, his mouth slightly open, and his beautiful eyes were closed. 

You took your two steps back again. You weren't touching him, but as he knew what was coming, he gasped in anticipation. You heard his sultry voice in your head as he was teaching you how to best please his needs:

"It's all a matter of pacing, my little kitten. If you wait too much, I'll be distracted, therefore the pleasure is gone. If you go too fast, it could pain me too much for me to enjoy. You just need to find the perfect balance."

Crack!

Crack!

The half grunt half moan that escaped Loki's lips after your two strikes in a row had all your body getting wet. Thus, you decided to test how far gone he was. Again, you walked forward until your bare front could almost touch his bare back. One of your hands caressed his now heated asscheek, while you use the other to pass the tip of the crop from his cervical down his spine to the beginning of his sacral vertebrae. He shuddered in his excitement and his hips bucked forward, trying to get some friction but not finding anything. Loki had insisted on doing this while standing, having nothing to grab onto. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, little menace?" You asked him while you used the tip of the crop to play with one of his nipples.

"Y-yes, I-I a-am. If I-I c-could j-just…-" Loki wasn't able to finish his sentence, so he just moved his hips forward again. It was a great indicator that you had tied his silver tongue with just three whips, but he still needed some more. You knew that by now.

"Oh, no, no. You know that there would be no fun in that, would it?" You asked rhetorically as you stood behind him again. The crop now caressing one of his strong and muscular thighs. Those thighs could lift you up easily as he fucked you mercilessly.

"A-as y-you say, p-princess," Loki answered out of breath.

You smiled mischievously, even though his eyes were closed and he couldn't see you. In complete synchronisation, you whipped him on his thigh while you bit down his muscular shoulder. Loki moaned higher, tilting his head back. You bit him until you tasted copper, and only then did your teeth release his skin, making him whimper as he missed your teeth already. 

You established a routine then: a hard whip followed by caressing, softer whips followed by bitings. By the end of the session, you were both out of breath and terribly turned on. You carefully put the crop down on the floor and took off your shoes. As you walked the few steps that separated you from the bed, you knew that Loki could hear you moving, but he stayed in his place. Even now you were amazed by the power and trust he bestowed upon you. The first time you swore you would never betray him, and you had fulfilled that oath to this day.

You laid completely naked on the bed with dark green and black sheets. Even when you were dripping wet, you laid with your legs closed and took some minutes to recover your breath.

"Open your eyes and come here," You commanded him, your voice hoarse because of your arousal.

Loki didn't hesitate to do what he was told, even when he was out of breath and could only pronounce sounds instead of complete words. He awaited your next instructions standing next to the bed, looking at you with lidded green eyes. You took his powerful hand and put it on your knee, slowly opening your legs so he could see how turned on you were. Loki grunted in appreciation and in want but didn't move an inch. Instead, his eyes travelled back to yours, asking without words for permission. You just nodded with a smile and he moved as fast as he could right between your legs. In no time, he was devouring your cunt as if it were his last meal, and you were moaning so high that all the multiverses surely heard you. You entwined your fingers in his black curly hair so he wouldn't let go, and he grabbed your hips to bring you closer to his mouth, even when it was physically impossible. Loki sucked with his lips and circled with his tongue your clit, as his fingers left their marks on your asscheeks. You were surprised when your orgasm hit you hard, therefore you weren't able to warn him or stop it, but it didn't matter. Loki loved to enter you once you had already cummed for him.

"Come here," you asked him out of breath once you recovered a little bit from that intense orgasm. Loki climbed up your body until his forehead was resting against yours. He still was out of breath and unable to talk, but his beautiful green eyes spoke for him. His chin was covered in your juices as his lips parted to breathe. You kissed him hard, moaning when your tongues met and you felt your taste in his mouth. After some minutes, you pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "I want you to fuck me the way you know drives me insane, understood? Only you can fuck me like that, little menace," You teased him as you caressed the side of his neck, where your biting marks were turning purple.

Loki was still unable to answer, but he set to motion immediately after you finished speaking. He didn't have much stability because of all the sensory experiences from before, but he was eager to please you. He laid his weight on his forearms next to your body and with one swift motion, his achingly hard cock was inside you. You moaned his name high as he let out a moan of satisfaction hidden in your collarbone where his mouth was at the moment. Neither of you needed time to adjust, so he started to move, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you and then thrusting back with full force, hitting your g-spot and every other bundle of nerves you may have down there. You entwined your fingers in his hair, while you avoided his back since it still had the markings of your previous whipping session. Your other hand found its place on one of his bulky biceps, as you moaned as high as you could and held on to him for dear life. You pulled your legs up and moved your hips in complete synchronisation with his, so quickly you were both moaning messes. Loki gave you no time to recover as he moved inside and out in hard thrusts and swift motions. The fact that you had already cummed once before helped him as you were completely drenched. You knew his orgasm was closer since you have been teasing and testing him for quite a long time, plus you had already cummed once, but you also knew that as soon as you feel him cumming, you would follow after him in no time. Just the thought of him filling you up with his seed made you clench your walls around him involuntarily. Loki groaned against your ear and his movements became faster but less precise. He was close now, you could feel it, and when he reached to entwine your fingers with his you closed your eyes and let yourself go. Loki moaned your name in his ecstasy and you felt his hot seed filling you up and escaping since it was too much. Even more after your second orgasm hit you as soon as he cummed.

When you came back from your high, Loki was lying on his side next to you, caressing your belly with an adoring smile on his lips. Quickly, you turned around to face him and caressed his cheek which in turn earned you a soft kiss on your palm. 

"Did I give you what you need?" You asked him while biting your lower lip, nervous. Loki chuckled."Kitten, you are what I need. The rest is just a little bit of fun. But as long as you are with me, I'll be pleased."

[lokisgoodgirl]

The Clandestine Council: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (19) Loki calls an emergency meeting with you, Wanda & Thor in a place that holds a special (hot) memory. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smut. Megan. (w/c 3.2k)

You could smell the kit room before you saw it. A tang of leather armour and old sweat hung thick in the adjacent corridor, buried deep in the maze of Stark Tower. There were no fancy gadgets in the kit room. A glorified closet where dirty combat suits were flung after missions, discarded belts, boots, socks and cuffs littering the floor beneath the wooden benches that surrounded the walls.

It was also where Loki had rocked your world for the very first time. A dozen or more cloaks and tunics hung haphazardly inside the door, a testament that ‘I’ll get that later’ extended to superheroes too. Wanda had one folded over her arm as she looked up, watching as you crept in and shut the door. Three pairs of eyes rested on you as an awkward silence hung in the air, each attendee of the impromptu council waiting for another to speak first.

Wanda cleared her throat. “So, you guys are fucking, and no one can know” she said pointedly, clearly wishing she was still in bed. Loki’s brow furrowed, raising a finger. “Actually-” “Sorry-” Wanda continued, scrunching up her face sarcastically, “you guys are in lurve, and no one can know.” Loki huffed. Your stomach twisted as you anticipated the coming storm. Thor was shuffling on his feet, still trying to wrap his head around the complexities, while Wanda’s mission-bruised face angled towards your lover. His eyes were burning. “This isn’t new information, Laufeyson. Y/N told me weeks ago.” she drawled, rolling her eyes towards you. “I just don’t see what all the cloak and dagger of this..’council’ is about.”

“I didn’t tell her…” you muttered, gaze flickering to Loki. Wanda rolled her eyes again. “Oh yes, that’s right Laufeyson. Apologies. I saw you balls deep in my best friend backstage at the Expo. How could I forget.” Thor’s eyes widened, spinning a half circle towards his brother. “Balls-what?!”

Loki shook his head. “There has been a change to the nature of our need for secrecy since your departure to Sokovia, Maximoff. Rogers informed me of a clause added to the by-laws which state that new additions to our little team cannot have intimate relations with another for one year." He paused, as Wanda looked at him incredulously. Thor rubbed his eyes as Loki sighed, continuing. "Discovery now means I void my conditions here and will be imprisoned in Asgard for all eternity.” A moment of silence coated his closing words before Wanda whooped with laughter, covering her mouth too late to conceal the raucous sound. “I don’t think it’s that funny, actually.” Loki hissed, as Thor nodded. “Indeed, this is most serious, Lady Maximoff. We must be vigilant on their behalf.” Wanda’s choked laughter ebbed as your lips twitched. Her amusement was infectious. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry but...it is kind of ridiculous.” She wiped a tear of mirth from her eye as Loki frowned, pursing his lips. Wanda sighed, regaining her composure and turning to Thor. “So how did you find out?” The god’s gaze fell to the floor, kicking a discarded sock to the side. “I found a haphazardly discarded note, and that is all I wish to say.”

“Um, no…” Wanda drawled, wide eyes casting between you and Loki as she sidled closer to Thor. “Tell me. We’re all in this together, right? Y/N didn’t have time to tell me the gory details of this whole situation before they sent me off at a minute’s notice so puh-lease tell me. I am starved. It’s payment for my silence.” A pink blush was rising in Thor’s cheeks as he recalled the contents of the note, desperate not to meet his brother’s eyes. “There was talk of...commanding. Submission, you know...that sort of thing.” Wanda wriggled her eyebrows towards you. She raised them higher as she saw a subtle nod of your head towards Loki, still glaring at his brother.

Wanda's eyes lit up. “Really?” she murmured, clearly impressed. “Loki...Laufeyson.” “What?” he snapped, his eyes still burning into his brother’s reddened cheeks. Wanda shrugged, sitting down on the bench behind her and neatly folding the cloak on her lap.

“Oh, nothing. I just didn’t have you down as the submissive type, that’s all.” She smirked, enjoying the warning look on your face as Loki’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I can assure you, Maximoff” he began smugly, making you cringe, “that there is barely an element of your daily life in the past five months that has not been touched by our insatiable, primal lust for one another.” Thor grimaced, wrinkling his nose. Loki paced towards Wanda across the tiny room as she regarded him with innocent expectation, playing him like a fiddle. “...the safe house while you slept, the conference room, the diner while you stuffed your mouth with inferior sausage, the underground car park, the hood of Roger’s car..even against the windows of Stark’s precious panorama. I have brought your friend to rampant ecstasy that you can only fantasise of in each and every one. Multiple times. So do not presume that-” You had begun tugging Loki’s shirt halfway through his impassioned monologue, a sharp final yank signalling him to shut the fuck up. “I take it back. You’re the king, clearly.” Wanda hummed, smoothing the cape in her lap.

“I am a king...” Loki huffed, straightening his tie. Thor cleared his throat. “If we have concluded talking about my brother’s magic phallus…?” he grunted, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

Loki snorted derisively. “No magic, dear brother. Only expertise.” “Enough!” you hissed, running your eyes around the three members of your council. “Here’s the situation. We have just under five months until this rule becomes irrelevant. Until then, Loki and I will be cautious…” Thor and Wanda looked knowingly at each other. You rolled your eyes. “OK more cautious. We would appreciate if you could support us in that. So, no jokes in public, no comments. No slips in drunken conversations with Natasha…” you said, staring at Wanda as she feigned shock. There was a pause as you slipped your hand into Loki’s.

It felt divine, sharing your affection. A warm blanket wrapped around your heart against the cold winds of secrecy. “And...if it makes a difference. You two were the ones we would have told first, before Rogers...well, you know. We just wanted you to know that before-”

Knock Knock Loki snatched his hand from yours, all four bodies spinning towards the door of the kit room which had begun edging slowly open. Thor’s bulging arm flew to rest on the wall, a picture of forced causality as Megan from Operations popped her head through the gap. “Oh heyyy” she whined suspiciously, “I didn’t know you guys were all here.” Your stomach twisted.

“Lokes, can I speak to you for a mo? It’s important.” She winked, before disappearing from view. “Did I miss something?” Wanda murmured, as Thor shrugged. Your eyes met Loki’s; the silent conversation clear as he nodded softly. “I’ll be right back.” he said.

You watched him leave with a gnawing in your belly, the soft click of the re-enforced door vibrating in your eardrums. Wanda rubbed your arm. She didn’t know the context, but she could feel your anxiety. She looked around the room, new curiosity in her eyes. “Why did Loki want us to meet here? Surely there’s somewhere else...it’s not really his scene.” You looked away from the unforgivingly quiet doorway, silently thanking your best friend for the distraction. “He probably thinks it’s funny. This is where we first...you know..” She nodded with a wink, as Thor’s brow creased. “...Yes? Pray, continue.” he intonated, folding his arms. “Fucked.” Wanda turned to Thor in disbelief, “Jeesh, you really are stupid.” she grumbled. You listened to them bicker as your mind wandered to the first time. The first clandestine fuck of many that would come to rule your every waking moment. Between sarcastic barbs and thinly veiled innuendos, your acquaintance with Loki had grown slowly after his arrival. He was cold, distant...and yet intoxicatingly alluring in his disdain. You found yourself dropping your gloves an awful lot in this kit room after field training, enjoying the visceral feeling of his roaming gaze across your curves as you bent over. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Agent…” he had purred as you had unfurled to your full height clutching your wayward glove, “...the way you display yourself for me.” The memory made you shiver. His leather trousers hanging loose around his hips, the ties undone. The lines of his bare, muscled abdomen clenching as he kicked off his heavy boots.

The way his sultry voice had penetrated your core deeper than any lacklustre cock ever had. It had been layered with something new, a tinge of vulnerability that betrayed pure need beneath the haughty words. “Whatever do you mean?” you had said coyly, unbuckling the holster from your thigh as he closed the space between you.

He had stood close to you. Far too close to make denial anything less than awkward. He had known the possibilities of that were nil. You could smell the heat from his skin, the thin lace of cologne gripping the damp hair that hung loose around his cheekbones. His lips had pursed, gaze lowered as your fingers pulled the zip of your combat suit slowly down, revealing the curve of your cleavage. You remembered how he had groaned quietly at the sight, knowing that the thought of this exact scenario had crossed his mind many times with his large palm gripping his leaking cock in the confines of his rooms.

How many times had he cum over the thought of you wrapped around his length? Moaning his name as he pleasured you? The thought had made you dizzy. “I can think of many games we can play together, Agent” he had murmured, his fingers clasping over yours to hasten the descent of your zip, “but this impetuous denial is not one of them.” His lips had crashed to yours, pushing you back against the wall of coats in a mess of tongue and teeth. Unspent passions had overflowed into the air, low grunts and desperate moans mixing between you as the arms of your suit were deftly peeled away. Breathlessly you had pulled apart, stripping yourselves of the lower portions of your inconvenient clothing. You would never forget the awe that rose in your belly seeing Loki’s naked body in all its glory for the first time. The way he stood so confidently in the middle of the tiny, filthy room. His enormous cock as hard as the muscles that rippled across that taunt frame from his ankles to his jaw. He had kicked his trousers aside, those intense eyes blown wide with lust tracing over your body, memorising every inch as he licked his lips. “Agent, you are simply…” he had started, opting instead to take several steps towards you and grasp your ass firmly, pulling your pelvis tight against his hips. There had been no foreplay. Unless you counted the six weeks of teasing every damn day as you scoped each other from afar. Every stolen touch a teasing promise. Loki slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt inside your soaking pussy as you gasped. He was huge. “F-fuck me, Loki” you had stuttered, as he began to do exactly that. The two of you were merciless, your nails scratching down his back as he had growled his approval; powering his cock deeper inside you with every otherworldly thrust. For a moment, you thought it would split you in two. Searing pleasure soared upwards to the tips of your fingers as he forced your hands above your head. He held your wrists with one immovable fist, the other sliding to wrap one of your thighs against his waist. “Is this what you wanted Agent?” he moaned wantonly in your ear as he thrust into you, steadying himself against the coat-hooks as growls of pleasure rumbled in his throat. “More” you gasped, arching your back.

The thick softness of a fine cloak fluttered against your ass as Loki of Asgard fucked you against the mess of tangled kit straggled across the wall. He chuckled. “More, Agent? Greedy girl.” In the blink of an eye, he spun you to face the adjacent wall. Dozens of boots hung carelessly on a rack built against the brick. You fell forward, knocking several to the floor as you gripped the wooden hooks they exposed. “Fuckkk” you had groaned, eloquence leaving you as your teammate’s cock rammed into you from behind. It was even deeper from this angle, his hand pressing on your lower back as he bottomed out with a guttural groan. “Gods, darling…” he moaned, “y-you feel incredible, I-godss...”

You remembered how pride swelled at his pleasure, the needy satisfaction of knowing how he craved your mortal body. The walls of your pussy clenched, making Loki’s knees buckle. He fell forward, the taunt skin of his stomach smacking against your back. Gripping your hands holding on to the boot hooks, Loki rutted into you again and again as he panted like an animal. A primal carnival of pure lust as he took his fill above your rising moans of pleasure. “Give it to me, Laufeyson..I want your h-hot cum dripping down my l-legs” you whimpered, as another set of combat boots were shaken to the floor. A low growl came from behind you, somewhere between a snort and a chuckle as Loki rose up, his hands cupping your hipbones.

He pulled you flush against him with a jolt, making your eyes roll back. “Ladies first, darling” he muttered, rolling his hips, making you whine with need at the new sensation. You had never felt anything like it. The ridges of his length massaged you in places you didn’t know existed, pockets of pleasure lighting up like fireflies, thundering through your veins. “Loki...Lokiii...I’m gonna…” you whispered breathlessly while his fingers tightened their grip against your skin. “Yield to me, Agent…” he had murmured knowingly, growling as the walls of your cunt began to ripple mercilessly around his thick cock. Wanda's fingers snapping in front of your eyes broke you from your nostalgic trance.

Your touch had been tracing the nubs of the wooden boot rack, the memories as clear as spring water.

“Earth to Y/N” Wanda said sharply, as you got your bearings. “Sorry…” you muttered, casting your eyes towards the closed door. – Loki stood with his arms folded in the dim corridor. The bowels of Stark Tower that didn’t feature on the editorial of glossy magazines left a lot to be desired in terms of interior design. He could feel Megan’s eyes crawling over his biceps as he cleared his throat. “So, how may I be of assistance?” Megan slid towards him seductively, trailing her fingers across the wall behind her. “I think you know how you can assist me, Lokes…” she whispered, biting her lip. He rolled his eyes. “If that will be all, I really don’t have time for this-” Loki turned, before feeling the unexpectedly strong grip of Megan’s hand on his forearm. A desperate woman is not to be underestimated, Loki noted, as his eyes narrowed towards her. “I stopped by your rooms a few weeks ago to bring you a little gift. Me.” she giggled coquettishly, making Loki wince. “But what I heard...Loki-baby...it seems you’re very in demand.” Loki’s lip twitched at the memory of your hysterical lust while Megan hovered behind the door to his rooms. He restrained the smile, stoically waiting for her to continue making her flaccid point. “I have no issue with you seeing other women, if that’s what you’re worried about…” Megan murmured, running a finger down his chest as Loki stiffened. “A man with legendary appetites like you...it’s to be expected.” She pulled his tie, yanking him down so his ear was level with her lips. Her cheap perfume stung his nostrils, the jangle of her bangles making him shudder.

“All I ask is I have a slice of what you’re giving out. If I’m honest, the thought of sharing you turns me on...a lot.” Loki came to his senses, straightening as she released her grip. “Think about it.” she winked, he hand edging towards his crotch. “And Loki-baby…” she cooed, “I’ll make you forget that slut’s name in a second once you have a taste of what I can do...” He saw red, ingrained manners gone; pushing her against the wall as she cried out in surprise. The momentary fear in her eyes dissolved to rampant lust as he released heavy breaths above her, restraining himself from bashing her head against the paint. “Loki...save it for the bedroom, baby” she whined, her attempt at a smoulder hissing like damp ash. He growled, gripping the rough chiffon of her blouse into a fist. “How dare you presume that I could feel anything for the likes of you.” he sneered, nostrils flaring as her eyelids batted innocently. “I will say this only once. She is no slut. She is-” He caught himself, the words choking as he looked down at Megan’s overinflated lips stretching in a smirk. She giggled, sliding her hand over his fist gripped tightly to her blouse. “Playing hard to get, Loki...I like it. I like a challenge.” Loki let go with a growl, running his hands through his hair as he spun on his heels in frustration. Damn that Rogers. He turned towards her, finger raised to put her to rights once and for all. Megan caught it between her thumb and forefinger, leaning forward before he knew it and sucking the tip between her bulbous lips. “Enough.” he hissed, swiping his hand away, the venom in his tone poisoning the air. Megan straightened her blouse, a satisfied smile descending on her features. “You’re right, we wouldn’t want to get caught with your friends right next door, would be?” she murmured, licking her lips. Loki strode down the hallway towards the kit room, fury bubbling in his veins as he heard Megan’s shrill voice following him like noxious gas.

“We’ll loop back to this, Laufeyson” she called coyly, a faint air of professionalism returning. “We will not.” Loki hissed, not deigning her with a backwards glance. – You heard his heavy footsteps approaching, the gait betraying that something had happened. But of course it had. It was Megan. Loki slipped inside the door. “I think we should leave now.” he muttered, raising his eyebrows towards you. Thor huffed as he shuffled on his feet. “Shall we not even learn the clandestine nature of the lady’s urgent matter, brother?” Loki clenched his jaw, his stare flickering between the sets of eyes fixed upon him.

“Mischief.” he said grimly, making Thor chuckle. Wanda noted the colour leaving your face with a twitch of her brow, her suspicions proving more correct with every passing second.

The blonde god meandered around the wall of the small room, brushing his thick hand across the line of combat holsters hanging from ageing hooks. He saw a flash of red concealed under one of Barton’s muddy tunics, draped across the edge of the frame. “Y/N mentioned that this was the site of your inaugural lovemaking, brother” he chuckled, swiping the forgotten red cloak and inspecting it, pleased with his find. “Indeed.” Loki grumbled, casting his eyes again to the doorway.

Thor’s eyes widened, seeing a whole stash of his cloaks revealed by the discovery of the first; a veritable buffet of Asgardian finery buried beneath the mess. “I was wondering where these had disappeared to...I thought you had stolen them, actually.” There was a pause before Thor’s turned to you and Loki, a warning flashing in his stare.

“Your amorous activities…not on my cloaks brother, surely?” You felt your cheeks heat, as Wanda began to usher Thor towards the door; a bundle of red fabric balled haphazardly in his bulging arms. “Especially on your cloaks, brother.” Loki said, his lips curling in a satisfied smirk. - Tags

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