#green-eyed loki is my favorite loki

[iamanartichoke]

Loki season 2 things I am already obsessed with:

- Loki's eyes glowing green

- The way Loki looks at Sylvie when they see each other for the first time in the McDonald's

- The fact that McDonald's has become a character in the Loki Cinematic Universe

- "We're playing God"/"We are gods" - the theological / mythological meta that these lines have spawned in my brain is *flails*

So anyway.

[michelleleewise]

I know your not taking requests rn, but I think this would be a really good idea and I don’t want to forget.

So the reader is an aspiring author/artist, whatever u want. They always go to Loki for ideas and help articulating ideas/anatomy. Again, whatever.

One day he comes into their room, and sees the reader crying. When he finally calms the reader down enough to speak, he learns that the reader had accidentally knocked over their water bottle, spilling it on (device), and lost all their work.

Whatever happens next is up to you!

Again, I know your not taking requests rn, but I think it’s just a really cute idea and I’m going to kick myself if I start writing smthn other than the 12+ docs I have open.

Hope u have a great day! I really dont mind I’d u don’t do this, I just wanted to put it out into the abyss. 😁

Also, I absolutely love your stories, they are my only source of dopamine rn! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Heeeeeeey!!!!!!! Sorry this took me a minute to get to!!!!!! I have also had too many to keep up with hahaha but......I'm doing this!!! Thank you so much for sending me this, i hope i did it justice and i did ok, and thank you for all the love and support!! Your aaaaaamazing!!!! Here we go....

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Let Me Help

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: crying, a disastrous anniversary, a broken computer..... and all the fluff imaginable

Summary: you are an aspiring author working on your first book, when an accident derails your plans...

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout

You grabbed your pen and paper, making sure to save your progress on your computer before scooting the chair back to hunt for your lover. You were writing your very first romance novel and you needed his perspective. When you began this endeavor he was nothing if not supportive, telling you how proud he was that you were doing what you loved, and offered his assistance with anything you needed, and to be honest you were more then grateful. Who better to ask advice from then a thousand year old God who has probably read every book in existence.

You walked into the living room seeing him settled in his chair, book in hand of course blowing on a cup of tea "Hello love, how is the writing coming?" He asked smiling up at you "Loki...when did you know you loved me?" You asked sitting on the ottoman in front of him "from the minute I laid eyes on you." He purred as you stared blankly at him making him laugh "ok, real answer." He said sitting up a bit "I would say it had to be our one year anniversary, do you remember?" He asked watching you "God Loki, that was the worst night ever." You laughed remembering that fateful evening.

You had just bought a brand new dress, emerald green silk that hugged every inch of you, pairing it with strappy black heels. You had had your hair and make up done professionally and made sure everything was perfect. Loki had come to pick you up, wearing your favorite suit that made you want to climb him like a tree, where you had set off for the evening, until one disaster after another hit in full force. First, as soon as you stepped outside a cab drove past a puddle spraying water all down your front making you gasp...loki had magicked you dry but it wasn't looking good. You made it to the restaurant finding they were out of half the menu when a waiter past by with a flaming you didn't know what and got to close to your hairspray coated hair igniting it, causing you to panic when another waiter dumped a bucket of water over your head.

You sat back at the table as Loki stared at you wide eyed "Darling, did you want to call it a night?" He asked standing up "no, no its ok. Its over let's....just enjoy dinner." You smiled seeing him slowly sit down. "Are you certain? We can go out another time." He smiled grabbing your hand. "It's our anniversary Loki, I'm fine." You smiled again. You were not going to let whatever was going on mess this up. But the evening wasn't done with you yet. You broke a heel walking to the bathroom making you trip and rip your dress, the sink in the bathroom broke spraying water in your face. Anything that could go wrong did as you sat back down at the table, the waiter bringing your food setting Loki's down in front of him, about to do the same with yours as he tripped sending it into your lap.

So there you were, dripping wet, makeup long gone, your hair a singed mess covered in food as you looked up seeing Loki looking at you with a softeness in his eyes "let me help." He said, waving his hand a green mist traveled down you, righting everything as you sighed. "Thank you Loki." You smiled at him. "Anything for you my love." He said grabbing your hand he pushed his plate between you "allow me." He said digging his fork into his food bringing it to your lips. "I cannot tell you how much I adore you love." He said smiling making your face heat up. The rest of the night going more smoothly.

"Well that can't be, I was an entire mess." You laughed looking at him. "No my dear, you were like a valkyrie facing battle. And no matter what happened, or what the evening threw at you you would not allow it to deter you, to ruin our special evening." He said leaning forward "I knew then that you my dear had the spirit of a warrior, with the heart and patience of a saint." He said cupping your cheek "and I couldn't picture the rest of my life without your light in it." He said leaning forward kissing you gently. "Lokiii...." you blushed as he pulled back smiling "is there anything else you would like to know my love?" He asked rubbing your cheek "no, I think I got it, thank you love." You said pecking his lips as you got up. "Anything for you love." He said sitting back picking his book back up.

You walked to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water before heading back to the bedroom to continue your work, new ideas sprouting in your mind as you sat at the desk, popping the lid off your bottle you got to work.

Loki looked up at the clock seeing it had been several hours since he last saw you. Usually you would have come out to hunt for snacks or a drink but he hadn't seen you since that afternoon. He set his book down slowly standing up stretching as he made his way to the bedroom, expecting to find you asleep on your computer as he had several times before. He reached up grabbing the knob hearing a whimper come from inside "Darling.." he said walking in seeing your cheeks a deep red, your eyes puffy and red as tears spilled down your beautiful face, what had happened since he saw you last.

"Darling, what's the matter? What happened?" He asked as he saw the towel in your hand, reaching up trying to wipe the keyboard "i...l..loki....i...." your voice soft and strained, his heart aching hearing you sound so broken. He rushed over kneeling in front of you. "Take a deep breath love." He said rubbing your arm as another round of sobs broke his heart "i...I d..dropped m...my w...water..." you said through broken sobs pointing at the computer, loki looking over seeing the screen black as you covered your face with your hands "oh darling." He said pulling you forward wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back as you cried into his shoulder "just breath love, it's ok" He said holding you tighter.

You pulled back looking at him, the site making his heart hurt as you wiped your face "a...all of my work...." you trailed off looking at the blank screen "it's.....gone loki....a...all gone." You said, a new wave of sobs wracked through you. He pulled you into his lap, rocking you back and forth as the sobs slowly quieted to soft snors. He looked down seeing you had cried yourself to sleep in his arms. He looked at the computer sighing as he slowly looped his arm under your legs, genlty standing as to not wake you He carefully walked to the bed laying you down pulling the blanket up around you hearing you sniffle. He pushed your hair back seeing the tear lines streaking down your cheeks making his heart clench in his chest, they had no business being on your beautiful face.

He waved his hand over you, the lines disappearing in a green flash as he leaned down kissing your cheek "I love you darling." He whispered against your skin hearing you groan as he stood, turning back to the computer. He stode towards it, taking the seat that you had been in staring at the black screen, he had no idea if he could fix it, he hadn't tried to fix these Midgardian devices before, turning when he heard you sniffle again seeing you had shifted but still sleeping. He turned back around, hovering his hands over the keyboard he closed his eyes, summoning his seidr as he concentrated on the task...to help you. As his hands glowed green he hoped he could do this for you, after everything you had done for him.

You woke to a pounding behind your eyes, groaning you rolled over to hug Loki but were met with cold sheets...and no Loki. You popped your head up as confusion swirled in your mind, looking over seeing his side hadn't been slept in. You dropped your head back to the pillow remembering what had happened, the water meeting the keyboard as the screen went black. The pit in your stomach returning remembering all your work was gone...in the flash of an eye everything you had put into it vanished. You rubbed your eyes trying to relieve some of the pain sitting up. You had two options, either give up, or start again, and with as much as you had written that was a discouraging thought.

You opened your eyes, confusion hitting you seeing Loki slumped over at the desk, his arms tucked under his head as he softly snored. "What the.." you started when you looked up seeing the computer screen on. You jumped up, stumbling over the blanket as you ran over, seeing your words written in black and white on the screen making you smile. It wasn't gone....you looked down at your sleeping God, gently brushing his hair back seeing his nose twitch. He looked so peaceful like this, so carefree. You carefully leaned down pressing a kiss to his cheek hearing him groan "no mother, I don't want to go to the tutor today." He said furrowing his eyebrows making you giggle. Apparently not wanting to go to school was a universal thing.

"Loki, my love wake up." You said genlty shaking him "no, I'm not doing get help." He groaned confusing you "umm Loki, your sleeping love, wake up." You said nudging him a bit harder when his eyes slowly opened "mm hello darling, what.." he trailed off slowly sitting up seeing he was at the desk "I'm sorry love I must have fallen asleep." He said rubbing his eyes "Loki, did you do this?" You asked pointing to the computer "oh, yes. You were so heartbroken I wanted to help, so I used my seidr and luckily I was able to get it working again, I started reading what you had and I must have dozed off. It is quite good love." He said smiling up at you.

"Oh Loki." You said jumping into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck hearing him laugh "Thank you so so so much! I can't..." you said "I was gonna have to start over, but you..." you trailed off pulling back to look at him "my savior. What can I do to repay you?" You asked smiling at him "Well, there are a few things I could think of." He said winking making you laugh. "I can't thank you enough Loki, this....you are utterly amazing" you said running your fingers through his hair. "To help you my love, I would do anything." He said cupping your cheek. "I love you Loki." You said looking deep into his eyes "and I love you my little warrior. Now, about that payment" He said making you laugh as he picked you up carrying you towards the bed "anything for you love." You said as he laid you down.

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[1-800-teax]

Birthday Boy

Loki x Black!reader

December 17th

Y/n and Loki’s House - 5:00am

Third POV:

Y/n’s eyes flutter open, slowly becoming more aware of her surroundings. She could feel her silk bonnet slipping off of her head, the cool air blowing over her blanket-covered body, the feel of Loki’s strong arms wrapped around her and the smell of her shampoo in his hair as his ahead is rested on her chest, snuggled comfortably.

Y/n slowly lifts her hands to rub away the sleep, turning to look at the clock resting on the nightstand. The time reads 5 o’clock am.

Y/n carefully removes her self from Loki’s grasp, replacing g herself with her pillow. Fixing her bonnet and the blankets on Loki, she makes her way out of the bedroom quietly.

Clicking on the kitchen lights, Y/n stretches as she moves across the room to gather the ingredients for Loki’s cake.

She washes her hands, staring to make Loki’s favorite cake. After 10 minutes, Y/n puts the cake into the oven, setting a 30 minute timer.

Y/n walks over to her and Loki’s at home library and retrieves the fresh bouquet of flowers she picked last night while Loki was out with Thor, as well as the handwritten letter she wrote for him.

Y/n places the bouquet of the flowers onto the kitchen island, propping up the enveloped letter on the side of it.

She fixes the petals of one of the flowers and feels soft fur wrap around her ankle, looking down she sees Gigi rubbing against her leg.

“Good morning, Gigi.” She says in a voice that a mother refers to her child.

She reaches down, picking up the cream colored - blue eyed kitten and places kisses along her head.

“Are you going to sing happy birthday to daddy?” Y/n asks the kitten to whom replies with a quiet ‘meow’. Y/n giggles, taken Gigi with her to retrieve all of Loki’s presents she had midden all around the house.

As Y/n walks into the living room, she finds her oldest cat Knox laying, asleep on the couch.

She giggles at the sight and continues on placing the presents onto the coffee table, on display for Loki.

Next, she takes the big banner the says ‘Happy Birthday to my favorite DILF!’ accompanied by paint covered paw prints, numerous hearts and kitties flowers, even a not bad attempt of painting his helmet.

Y/n uses the help of her step stool to pin up the banner the the entrance of the living room. Y/n steps back, admiring her handiwork.

“Do you think it looks good, Knox?” She asks her cat when she notices he’s awake. The cat looks up at her blankly and goes back to licking his paws.

“Good enough.” Y/n shrugs.

The timer goes off and Y/n rushes to the counter to turn it off and to take the cake out of the oven.

Y/n checks if the cake is done, it is and sets it down to cool before icing it with a green frosting the best she can, her trained eyes are focused on trying to form the perfect flower, to which she eventually gives up on and instead finds a smudged petal method that doesn’t look that bad.

After about an hour of decorating the cake, she finally finishes and places it on a decorative glass heart-shaped cake display.

Y/n places the cover over the cake display and places it next to the flowers and the letter.

Y/n smiles widely at what she achieved. She looks at the clock on the wall showing her that is almost 7 o’clock, which is when Loki usually gets up.

Y/n quickly places the Polaroid camera on the counter and makes her way upstairs to her and Loki’s bedroom. Sneaking back in the bedroom, effortlessly and tiptoeing to the bathroom to freshen up.

After washing her face, brushing her teeth and tossing aside her bonnet to tie her hair into a slick bun with simple edges.

Y/n walks out the bathroom quietly, finally taking a moment to admire Loki as he slept. The way his broad-muscled shirtless back is stretched over the bed as he sleeps on his stomach. The way his soft and fluffy curls fall over his eyes and the tiny snores escaping his mouth.

Y/n smiles and walks towards her side of the bed and slips into the bed, slowly.

Just as Y/n picked up her current read. Loki’s breathing evens out, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

Y/n could feel her heart beat pick up and butterflies in her stomach a Loki’s eyes meet hers and he gives her a warm smile to which she returns.

Loki sluggishly pulls himself towards Y/n, resting his head lighting in her chest. “Good morning,�� he mumbles in his deep morning voice.

“Happy Birthday, handsome.” Y/n whispers, running her hand through his hair, and along his scalp as her other hand traces circle onto his back.

Loki hums in pleasure and lifts his head to look into Y/n’s eyes, giving her a appreciative smile.

“What would you like to do today, my love?” Y/n softly asks as Loki puts his head back down, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist.

“Stay in bed all day with you.” He whispers out.

“Anything you want, baby.” She says closing her eyes as she continues massaging his scalp and back.

Loki’s heart flutters at the pet name and snuggles more into her chest.

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After about an hour and half of cuddles and kisses, they both decide to get up and get something to eat.

Y/n waits to Loki to use the bathroom and they both walk downstairs, when Y/n stops Loki before he can enter the kitchen and instructs him to close his eyes.

“My love…” he tails off a small smile in his lips.

“Loki Friggason.” Y/n playfully scolds him with her hands on her hips.

Loki’s stomach flips and he does as she says, a wide smile on his face.

Y/n quickly rushes in the kitchen where she sees both of the cats lying on the floor, she removes the cake display cover and lights the 3 candles adorning the center of it.

Hurriedly, she places a party hat on her head, and places mini versions onto their little heads before picking them both up, holding them to her chest.

“Okay, you can come now!” She notifies Loki.

She hears him chuckle before enters the room.

His eyes shine brightly, and tears start to form in his eyes as Y/n begins to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him as Knox and Gigi meow along as if they are singing.

Loki laughs at the sight and when the performance is finished he applauds resulting in Y/n bowing.

She sets down both cats who brush pass Loki’s legs as he makes his way towards Y/n.

She smiles brightly and widely up at his tall frame. Loki doesn’t say anything as he cups her cheeks in his big hands , kissing her deeply.

Y/n returns the gesture and after a minute they both pull away, foreheads pressed together.

“Thank you, my love.” Loki whispers and presses a kiss to her forehead.

Y/n smiles up at him before ushering him to both out his candles, cheering when we did.

Loki chuckles and rolls his eyes at her antics, Y/n giggles as well.

“Come on, let’s take a picture.” She says and slaps a party hat on Loki’s head.

“I look ridiculous.” Loki pouts out.

“We look ridiculous together.” Y/n says happily and giggles at Loki’s reaction, pressing a kiss to his pouting lips.

Y/n gathers Gigi and Knox, holding them up to her chest and Loki positions himself behind her, raiding his hand to take the Polaroid picture.

Just before Loki can click the button, Y/n swishes all of their heads together, smiling brightly.

The sound of a camera click echoes through the room.

“Perfect.” Y/n says looking at the photo as it finishes developing.

Loki removes his party hat, placing it next to his cake and smiling at his bouquet of flowers.

He turns to thank Y/n again when he doesn’t see her.

“Y/n.” Loki calls out to her.

“Living room.” She replies.

Loki makes his way out of the kitchen and into the living room, laughing when he sees the banner.

“Do you like it?” Y/n giggles out as she asks him.

“I love it, my love.” He replies happily, walking over to where she is sitting on the floor next to the coffee table playing with Gigi and Knox.

“What’s all this, love?” He asks, noticing all of the presents.

“They’re for you, handsome.” Y/n tells him in a ‘duh’ tone.

Loki’s eyes shine as he looks deeply into her eyes.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asks, absentmindedly.

“What did I do to deserve you?” She says him, picking up his hand next to her and kissing it tenderly.

Loki hums and Y/n continues to play with their cats.

Loki hums contently and genuinely wonders what he did to deserve someone like you. To deserves being treated like this.

Little did he know, you were wondering how you deserved someone like him.

[lokisgoodgirl]

If you don't mind, I shall add you to my favorite people list 💚

Please enjoy this green-eyed Tom as a sign of my love

Omg stop it 😭😭❤️ You are so sweet, thank you for adding me to such a beautiful list. I'm honoured.

And thank you for the frankly stunning TH picture. I'm VERY much enjoying the ✨thigh✨action. I do love Loki's ✨thighs✨ - I haven't actually received any ridiculously horn-inducing Loki body parts in my Ask box for a while so this is a VERY welcome gift ❤️

Thanks friend!

LGG xx

[your-highnessmarvel]

From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light. 

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince. 

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned. 

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise. 

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed. 

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined. 

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners. 

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast. 

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles. 

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes. 

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun. 

No, you thought. No. Not him. 

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk. 

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body. 

“You okay?” Bruce asked. 

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours. 

But now, it took everything in you not to scream. 

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness. 

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone. 

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. 

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask. 

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue. 

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face. 

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door. 

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time. 

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid. 

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face. 

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white. 

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do. 

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine. 

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge. 

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable. 

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away. 

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate. 

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose. 

“A human,” he said with distaste. 

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him. 

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust. 

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists. 

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him. 

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold. 

Part 2? Anybody?

[ylva-syverson]

15 questions & 15 Mutuals 🌸

I was tagged by: @cardierreh15

Were you named after anyone?

No.

When was the last time you cried?

Probably not too long ago. But I don’t remember exactly when.

Do you have kids?

Nope.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

All the damn time. I’m considered to be dry as sandpaper by people.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It’s usually a combination of things I pick up because I’m fairly observant. But usually it’s the mood they’re throwing off. Or rather I notice their vibes I guess.

What’s your eye color?

Green 💚

Scary movie or Happy Endings?

It really depends because I love horror movies but I also love a good happy ending too. So let’s go with both.

Any special talents?

I can really sing. I also am very good at taking care of others.

Where were you born?

New Jersey. But I was raised by two New Englanders so that is more culturally relevant to me. And now I live in the South.

What are your hobbies?

I used to do all the artistic stuff! I used to sketch (draw), paint, sculpt, write (both stories and poetry), digital art (not ai), sing, dance, etc. I haven’t much time for them but I’d like to eventually do more when I can.

Have any pets?

Yes! A tuxedo cat who’s part Siamese, he’s an absolute furry goblin but I love him with all my heart. He earned his name too, it’s Loki.

What spots do you/ have you played?

Lacrosse (casually because we didn’t have a team), Gymnastics, Ballet, Martial Arts (Wing Chun, Animal Styles and Capoeira), and Yoga. I need to get back into Yoga actually, it helps quite a lot actually.

How tall are you?

5ft, 7” or 170cm; is that considered tallish?

Favorite subject in school?

English, Art and History.

Dream Job?

I don’t really have one honestly. The closest I get to that is professional artist of some type or multiple types.

Tagging: @mrs-solo-walker, @raccoon-eyed-rebel, @geralts-yenn, @ladykardasi and @identity2212

15 questions and 15 mutuals

I was tagged by @mexicangela @boobiebaguettebouquet @hart-kinsella & @movrings 💖

Were you named after anyone?

I was almost named after someone but it changed because the name 'sounded too old'. I was almost an 80 year old baby 😂

When was the last time you cried?

Full-on cried? Probably months ago. I got a little teary watching Black Panther: Wakanda Forever recently though.

Do you have kids?

No, but I'd like to one day. But that's a whole other complicated issue.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yep. If I ever stop being sassy, assume I'm dead.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Physically? Their eyes. Personality-wise, their sense of humor and the way they laugh.

What's your eye color?

Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both. Both is good. I like being scared, but I also hate being scared...and I think I speak for everyone when I say you can't beat a good rom-com!!!

Any special talents?

Hmmm, apparently I can throw my voice and it freaks people out - that's my theater training in action babyyy!!! 😂

Where were you born?

In the words of Bruce Springsteen, I was born in the USA (sorry).

What are your hobbies?

I hate this question so much because I always have this moment of staring wistfully into the middle distance like 'what is a hobby?' lmao BUT I guess I'd have to say writing, playing the piano, video games (just finished Resident Evil: Village and about to get onto the DLC)

Have any pets?

Three chaotic dogs - one of them has emotional problems so fireworks are his arch enemy (but so are trucks, the doorbell, wine corks, balloons, the vacuum....I could go on)

What sports do you play/have you played?

Tennis, badminton, lacrosse, hockey, but not anymore! I'm more of a yoga/pilates gal these days.

How tall are you?

5 ft 2. SMOL.

Favorite subject in school?

English & Drama.

Dream job?

Writer for TV & Film, although I have a few novels left in me yet - although I do think about getting into interior design staging every now and then. Either way it comes down to something creative & flexible (like me 😏)

I'm tagging (if you feel like it!): @existential-labrador @biscuitboxpink @stephaniejuhnay @angelofmusings @targaryenvampireslayer @babyjakes @winter2112rose @cardierreh15 @whiskeyncoke-redux @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @sarcastic-coffeedrinker @thelastsock @sillyrabbit81 @inlovewithhisblueeyes @gyllenhaalstories

[iamanartichoke]

I too am delighted by the genderfluid confirmation but forever in the Loki's-eyes-are-green club with you (seriously - in most scenes it's ambiguous but the TTDW dvd menu and the Thor 2011 dvd cover and posters (aka official marvel art) all show his eyes as exaggeratedly green. Don't get me started lmao) Can we get jackets or something?

We can totally get jackets! Hats, too.

Plus Tom has said that his eyes look greener when he's dressed up as Loki, which I took to mean that he felt Loki's eyes were supposed to be green, so.

[misguidedasgardian]

Loki’s favorite baby sister has been sneaking off Asgard every other week. One day loki follows her and finds out that she’s been secretly dating a certain super soldier (your choice, steve or buck). Activate protective big bro mode!

The Golden Boy, and the Golden Girl

Pairing: Odinsdottir reader x Steve Rogers Ft. Loki the protector

Warnings: Sneaking around, fluff, screaming, threatening, cursing, I think that's it, secret lovers, secret relationship.

Notes: I absolutely loved this!!!! being a Odinsdottir is literally one of my dream OC. And I'm picking Steve, because I think that’ll trigger Loki more hahaha. He is gonna lose it! (in a funny non threatening way (Literally channeled Ross to write this)) I hope you like it! I had fun writing this!

Loki eyed you suspiciously

“Sword training, you say?” he asked, savoring the excuse you just gave him for not being able to attend another magic lesson with him

“Yes, with Siff” you said simply, keep your lies sweet and short, he would say, and you tried to remember that

“Oh, well, see you at dinner then?” he tried again

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t know, it might go long, stretch out right to sundown, you know Siff, it might stretch as much as a couple of days

“Well, don’t wear yourself too much” he said, tapping your back

“I won’t, big brother” you said with a wide, nervous smile, “I need to earn the title of Goddess of War, remember?”

Loki just watched you go, knowing perfectly fine that Siff was far away from this realm

Loki adored you, it wasn’t a secret you and your mom are the reason he hadn't tried to stage a coup and take the throne, and also the reason he had been so good since New York, because at the thought of being cast away and not being able to be by yours and your mother’s side, he di

Since you were a newborn in your mothers arm you would stretch your arms at the sight of him, he was only a kid and he would respond to your calling and take you in his arms, and you would cuddle against his neck. And as years went by your demonstrations of love and affection for your brother only became tender.

You were the reason the attack on New York stopped before it could even start

You made him realize he truly belonged here, in Asgard, his home was with you, Thor and Frigga, he had a purpose. One of those purposes, he believed, was teaching you all he knew, all his treacherous tricks and deceits, you had learned them all, you were a magical prodigy, but you also were the Golden Goddess, the image of goodness and virtue, so you didn't use his tricks often

Yes, you were his lovingly, favorite baby sister, but also, you were a terrible, terrible liar

So he just watched you disappear out the door of the Palace

“You can’t trick the trickster” he just purred, starting to walk in the same direction

He just stood there on the balcony to watch the Bifrost being opened, teleporting you to another world. Perhaps you were indeed going to meet up with Siff in another realm, but he didn’t believe that

It's been months in which you had been acting so strange, skittish, nervous, jumpy even, giving him crap excuses to avoid him, traveling to another realm.. to where? He didn’t know

You felt nervous about lying, you didn’t like it, especially to Loki, but the moment you’ll start telling the truth, is the moment everything you’ve built in these past months will be destroyed.

You loved your brother too and he knows that, he is your brother, but if he finds out what you’ve been hiding, you didn’t know how he was going to react

When the shine of the bifrost disappeared, only green trees welcomed you, a beautiful clearance in the middle of the woods

You looked at your right and you saw him, ever so punctual, walking towards you, using only a simple cotton shirt, leather jacket, and jeans, his golden hair combed back, his beautiful eyes wrinkled with his smile

“Hey gorgeous” you smiled as you used magic to change from your golden armour, to a simple summer dress, and a comfortable pair of shoes, human clothing

“Hey handsome” you purred before being engulfed in your boyfriend's embrace, he held you tightly against his chest and you had to lean in to be kissed by him

“I missed you” he whispered against your lips

“I missed you too” you responded

“I got us a nice cabin, by the lake”

“I love that”

“Are you prepared to stay for a couple of days?” he asked hopefully

“I think so”

“Please” he begged, “I cleared my schedule, I want to be with you, give me at least two nights” you smiled tenderly as he held you against his chest

“I want that too” you whispered, ad he enveloped your lips with his again

You had been seeing Steve for 6 months now, since you met at the battle of New York, at first you were curious about the soldier, it has been clear from the start you liked him, and that he liked you too, you has chemistry.

Intrigued by his history, you came back to earth, “to check on things'' as an excuse to see and hang around the first avenger, and that's whe you really hit it off. You stayed for two months that time, your own father had to send guards to get you

And you returned sporadically, as many times as you could without the Allfather knowing, stealing moments, kisses, encounters, rendez vous. ad only after four months, you both knew you were meant for each other

But the uncertainty of everything, of you, of Steve, made you both keep your relationship a complete secret from everyone you hold dear. You just wanted time, to make sure that it worked between you both

And now you were spending weeks with him, and nobody knew

Of course at this point you wanted to tell people

But you just needed to find the right time

You got lost in his arms, in his kiss, in his essence, to be aware of the looming presence behind you

“What is the meaning of this?” You stopped eating Steve's face to be petrified to look at Loki, that was standing behind you with a look on his face that terrified you to your core

“Loki” muttered Steve, his hands still anchored in your hips

“Soldier” he spitted out like a insult

“Brother” you whispered, letting go of Steve but standing in front of him as a way of protection, “I can explain”

“Of all humans WHY?” He yelled, “Why him?” he pointed at Steve like he was some… thing

“Brother!” you called, “Please!”he walked away from you, pacing furiously around you

“The soldier!” he growled, “And my sister!” he yelled again, making you wince, “The soldier, and my sister!” he repeated looking a the three like he could found answers there

“Brother, please,” you begged, to calm his anger, you knew it wasn’t irrational, his black hair dangling in front of his face as he shook it, trying to comprehend what was going on

“The soldier? really sister?” He snarled, finally looking at you, passing his hand through his rebellious hair to clear his face, his indignation made you flinch, you knew, of all avengers and humans, Loki found Steve the most annoying

“Loki” you called, you heart sank on your chest

“What is it with you?” he demanded, looking at Steve, “Mr perfect” he mocked, “First my brother is smitten with you for some reason, and now my sister!” he shouted, pointing at you with his open hand“The soldier, and my sister!”

“Loki, I care about (Y/N), ok?” he said softly, and he looked right at you, his big hand pressed against your small back, “I do, we have been seeing each other for a couple months now”

“Since when?” he demanded

“I looked for him, after New York” you said, “It was me” he frowned, looking at you

“He is a human” you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Of all gods out there, why him?”

“I love him” you said softly, trying to communicate through your eyes what you felt

“You do?” he asked, and then he looked at Steve

“I do too, I love her” he said firmly, his side pressed against yours

“He is a mortal” he said, menacing

I am as well” you responded

“You’ll live 5 thousand years!” he interpreted his very valid point, “He’ll live 50 more, if he is lucky”

“I know” you choked out, “But here on earth, Time is different than on Asgard”

“You would deceive all your family for this man?” he tried again

“I knew how you were going to react, we wanted to make sure this was real!” you responded, “Before we told everyone, we wanted to make sure this could work”

“I thought I held a special place in your heart” he said, hurting, “I thought you’d love me enough to tell me”

“I do Loki you know that, it’s just, not even Thor knows, we are just testing it out”

“You are the first to find out” breathed Steve

“So, nobody knows” he said slowly

“Nobody” Steve confirmed

“Not even Thor?” he asked again, drawing his signature wicked smile

“Not even Thor” you completed. Loki took a long breath, he put his hands behind his back as he walked in a circle one more time, admiring the scenery.

Then he looked at Steve, and took long and decisive steps to reach him, plucking him away from you, to grab him from his jacket. Steve didn’t resist, and you put yourself on guard, ready to stop him if he planned on attacking him. But Loki, with his hands grasping the fabric, only leaned in to him

“Soldier, you need to know something” he whispered to his ear, “I left my ambitions for the throne, for her, I made myself enemy of the greatest army in the galaxy, for her, I groveled and begged, for her, if you think I wouldn’t kill for her, you are very wrong”

“I’ll have it in the front of my mind” he said back

“If you hurt my baby sister, you’ll be begging for me to kill you”

“Yes,” he said firmly, and then Loki released him. The dark haired god finally seemed pleased

“Can I please be the one to tell Thor?” he asked with a wide smile

“Absolutely not!” you said, outraged

. . .

So you finally got to reunite all of the Avengers, eve your two brothers, to brake the new to them as a whole, you walked into the compound holding hands with your beloved, and that’s all it took

“I knew it” chanted Tony, “You’ve left all those bifrost marks all around”

“Yes, you weren’t very sutil” smiled Nat

You looked at your big brother, he only crossed his arms and raised a golden eyebrow

“Since when?” Loki then stood beside him, imitating his stance

“I already knew,” he said wickedly. You walked towards him, still holding hands with Steve

“Since a couple of moths” you said softly, giving him puppy eyes

“They love each other” chanted Loki. And then, Thor just Smiled

“My friend! and my sister!” he growled with a wide smile, and engulfed you both in a huge hug. “I can’t believe this!” he said against your ear, “I’m so happy and pleased!”

Loki just rolled his eyes

. . .

Thor could stay on earth, but Loki still needed to check himself on Asgard, so he returned that night, the glimmer of the bifrost almost blinding in contrast with the dark night. You were coming home tomorrow, accompanied by the soldier to tell your parents, that should be fun.

“Don’t worry” said Heimdall as Loki walked past him, “They’ll live a long and happy life”

“Have you seen them?” he asked, genuinely interested

“My gifts allow me to see only glimpses of the future” he said, “And they will be very happy and you will always be a part of her life” Loki didn’t say anything as he smiled and left the guardian

And from that moment forwards he had the pleasure to always be in the right place at the right time, being first witness to all the most important headstones in your life.

. . .

You just smiled at your brother, seated at the back porch of the house you shared with Steve

"The soldier seems cheery, and quiet" he observed once Steve had left you both, winking at you

"Well, we have news" you said with a shy smile

"What?" he asked, noticing there was something strange happening, you just smiled and grabbed his hand over the table

"You are going to be an uncle" you said, not being able to hold it any longer

"What?" his eyes opened widely, with a special gleam you had never seen before

"I'm pregnant!" you said. And he will deny it to the day he dies, but you saw the happy tears rolling down his cheeks as he smiled at you brightly

He was also the first to know then

[stuckybarton]

Another One Bites The Dust

Summary:  Another one of Tony's infamous parties ends with Tony urging the newer members of the Avengers into seeing who was worthy enough to lifting Thor's hammer. No one could have expected the measly girlfriend of Loki Laufeyson would have been worthy enough to lift the hammer. Not even Thor would have expected such an information.

Warning: A few curse words. Fluff. Crack!Fic? Overused Marvel Trope. Spelling and Grammar mistakes cuz English isn’t my first language. Not Beta’d. All mistakes are my own. Characters: Unnamed Female Character (reader insert?) x Loki Laufeyson; The rest of the Avengers.  Words: 1,518 A/N: I--I really don’t know how, but too much Soju while writing isn’t a good thing. At all.

One of the few things Y/N could never get used to are Tony Stark's lavish parties. Faces, both new and old were overwhelming at times. But the very idea of forgetting about the burden of their profession as well as having to socialize with people of different walks of life brought a new view in her mundane life.  It also didn't hurt to have her boyfriend talking to people instead of being the anti-social individual that he is always deemed to be.

But one of the favorite things she could say about the parties were when everyone was gone and the only people left were the team. To be able to let loose and just stopped worrying about work for once. No alien invasions, supremacist, or terrorist to hinder in their down time.

"Why do we have to do this again?" Clint groaned as everyone settled in their seats.

She finds herself settled on Loki's lap, hands intertwined and her back resting against his chest. Moments like this, even at the craziness of the people around them, their silence together means the most for her and she loved it, love this kinds of PDA that he had been more open to show--even for just the team at the very least.

"What are we doing again?" She asked, eyed as Thor placed his Mjölnir on the coffee table for everyone to see.

"Think of this as seeing everyone's potential. Who is worthy of being on the team." Tony explained, everyone responding with a resounding scoff. "Let's see if the new recruits could lift the hammer--which I still think is rigged."

She could hear Loki chuckle, the idea of anyone else besides Thor lifting the hammer was almost impossible. Loki had explained about the countless of warriors of Asgard that had dared to wield the hammer, but everyone failing.

"Okay, so Bird Man, Metal Arms, the Kid, and Y/N." Tony enumerates. "Let's see if you four could lift it up."

"I really think this isn't a good idea, Mr. Stark." Peter had pointed out but Sam was quick to stand up and hold onto the handle.

For the next half an hour, she had watched Sam try his best to lift the hammer but to no avail did not move even a fraction of a centimeter. It a lot out of the man to finally relent and agree with Tony that the hammer was rigged. Just as long as Sam had tried pulling the hammer, Bucky took shorter,  standing only to tug at the hammer and seeing he couldn't even lift the hammer immediately admits defeat.

"You can go ahead, Ms. L/N." Peter insists.

She stared at her boyfriend for a moment, instead of the annoyance she was used to expecting from the man, in front of her was eyes of curiosity. Dilated green eyes wide as his tongue peaked through his teeth.  With the rest of the team egging her own, she finally leaves the comfort of Loki's lap and make her way towards the coffee table where the hammer rested.

"Don't worry if you can't lift it, we won't be surprised judging by your choice in men." Tony pointed out.

She had rolled her eyes, there had been a handful of reasons why the first few months of their relationship was hidden to the team. Tony Stark was one of the biggest and most annoying reason.

Taking a deep breath and downing the rest of her drink, she had placed the glass just besides the hammer and immediately felt the spark of power from the weapon. Had anyone noticed it, she was yet to decide as everyone else seemed more amused with their own things. But Loki, he had his attention focused solely on her.

"So what do I get if I lift this?" she teased one hand finally holding onto the handle and the surge of electricity only made her let go.

"If you can lift that, then I'd buy you a new car and you'd probably rule Asgard among other things." Tony snorts.

Taking a deep breath, she held the handle now with both of her hands and with all the strength she had she lifted the hammer and landed straight on her back with the hammer resting on her chest like it weighed nothing. Loki and Thor were quick to make their way towards her. Everyone now laid silence in a mix of confusion and shock about what had just happened.

"Y/N!" Loki was both amused and worried for her well being especially with such a weapon in her hands, while Thor stood almost lifeless besides him as she had now stood back up, with the hammer still at hand.

"I think I've overestimated myself." she tried to brush of the embarrassment of landing on her back as her attention was now focused on the hammer. It was light as a feather in her hands and it made no sense to her now how Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were incapable of lifting up the hammer.

"I knew Point Break had hots for you." Tony was the first to point out. "He probably programmed that thing for you too." He continued.

With a roll of her eyes, she had signaled for Peter to come forward and much as the protest of the two brothers, handed the hammer to the kid. Everyone in silence for the fraction of a second the spider boy could lift the hammer, before crashing face first onto the floor leaving even Tony speechless and now eating his words.

"So, do I get to pick the car?" she teased earning an eye roll from Tony, but relented as he called for FRIDAY for further assistance.

~

Everyone slowly headed back to their own rooms one by one, leaving the two Asgardians and Y/N alone. The hammer now once again in her grasp, a smile resting on her lips at the weapon accepting her as someone worthy enough to carry it.

"Only thing left is marry Loki and now we can rule Asgard together." she teased earning a snicker from Loki and Thor rolling his eyes at the thought. Now taking the hammer away from her hands, she was left to pout at the man and his killjoy antics.

"I still cannot understand for the life of me how this is possible." Thor muttered before excusing himself to retreat to his own room for the night.

"You've annoyed the oaf and hurt his pride in one night, I'm impressed, Y/N." Loki smirked, pulling her right back into his lap, in the same position they had been throughout the party. Hands held each others and the mix of coldness of his chest soothed her more than anything.

"You're a bad influence." she teased leaning back until her head now rested on his shoulders. "But does this change anything about me--about us?" she asked, now wondering what this would mean for her.

"I don't believe it would." he responds kissing their intertwined hands.

"But I don't feel like I'm worthy." she points out. "I just joined the Avengers, and I'm not anyone's favorite cause I'd like to spend my time with you instead of them."

"That makes you more worthy." he explained. "For the life of me don't really care about being anyone's favorite but yours and I'm fine with that. I can live with that thought for an entire eon and I'll be alright with it. Happy as well."

Silence had once again lingered in the two of them. It brought back the reason why she loved being with Loki. He understood her in a way no one else did. He always considered her feelings but always tell the truth no matter what the cost may be for their relationship. He was the God of Mischief to her, but never had his silver tongue and his lies make their way towards her and she was happy for it. He was never one to make a fool of her nor did a lie of any kind linger on any of their conversation.

"I love you, Loki Laufeyson." she whispered now turning herself so she now faced him. Arms now wrapped around his neck and her face nuzzled onto the crook of his neck.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N." he whispered, hands rested on the curves of her waist pulling her even closer to him in the embrace.

'NO FUCKING IN THE COMMON AREA.'

The disembodied sound of Tony's voice immediately had the two of them pulling away from each other and glaring at the cameras both of them were certain Tony was watching them in.

"Still have the prank ready?" she asked finally get back to her heat, the mood ruined.

"Ready as it will ever be, Love." he muttered standing back up himself.

"As soon as I get the car from Stark, we can mess up the rest of his car." she smirked pulling the man with her back to their own room, the planned already in motion. Tony shouldn't have annoyed her as much as he did for the entirety of the night.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

I was sort of kind of tagged in a way by @kleenexwoman on account of being her mutual.

Last song: Something Enya-ish, I think. Whatever was last playing on my Pandora before I switched it over to re-watch Dickensian because I needed a lot of teary, Bambi-eyed Joseph Quinn.

Favorite color: I normally hate this question because I love all the colors really, but I'm honest enough with myself to say green. Not lime green or kelly green, but dark greens. Loki green. Metallic greens. Lush greens. After that, I'd say deep blues, reds, purples. Black and yellow together will forever be important to me, though.

Last TV show: Dickensian. Re-watch.

Savory/sweet/spicy: Savory, spicy, sweet. I love sweet, but I don't have a sweet tooth.

Relationship status: Divorced, single, touch-starved, cuddle-starved, maybe emotionally dead (or trying to be so that the loneliness won't be what pushes me to walk out into Austin traffic on a Saturday).

Last thing I googled: I'm pretty sure it was earlier when I was googling stones for my side blog @loveisintheearth

Current obsession: Dreaming about escaping Texas before it's too late.

Tagging whomever wants to play!

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Ty @annmia-xo and @ogcobrakai and @landslided for the tag

Last song: Girls Look Better by Childish Gambino. It’s hitting the right places in my ears

Favorite color: Ugh so hard to pick. I like girly stuff so I guess purple and pink but I really like red and blue too and then there’s green and gold and and

Last tv show: Locke and Key

Savory/sweet/spicy: Savory

Relationship status: single singlet slang it

Last thing I googled: Ballet shoes

Current obsession: Cobra Kai still. I’m stuck lol

There are plenty of blogs I’d like to know better but I’ll still tag the ones I already know who maybe haven’t done this yet @russolaw @yallwildinrn @illegalkisstotheface @kleenexwoman

[nildespirandum]

imOriginally from @knuckleslove, tagged by @mareebird - thank you again!

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day! This ask game is unconventional because instead of writers posting it, and waiting for the inbox to fill up, I want YOU to send these questions to your favorite fic writers by tagging them on a reblog—because honestly I’ve never met a fic writer who isn’t SOOO excited for the opportunity to speak more about their stories.) To my lovely writers out there... just answer as many questions as you feel comfortable with. And by all means if you—a fic writer—are reading this, and nobody has asked you to do this yet, please consider this ME asking YOU to share about your wonderful stories.)

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— How long have you been writing fanfiction?  I started freshman year of high school writing an endless Star Wars fic about a female Jedi because they didn’t exist back then. So for literal decades, with some very long breaks in there.

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)  Fuck.  Ridiculous.  Shards.  Orange.  Press.  Swiftly.  Soughing.  Click.  Cerulean.  Roast.  Exactly.  Really.  Onomatopoetic.  Curmudgeon.  Scarlet.  Floof.  I could go on and on.

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.  “ There was no shock, no start, he was gentle, he was slow, he let her move towards him, just a step in so they met more and more and oh to feel her sweet mouth all unknowing and open and curious for him and he wanted his love back so terribly and this innocent tasted like her and looked like her and sounded like her and smelled like her but she was not his Nora his treasure, but she was a treasure and he treated her as such as something precious and when her hands found his shoulders to hold herself up he allowed himself to put an arm about her waist and oh she was seeking and learned and he let himself be her textbook, her classroom, her library, and he knew that there was spot on the tender inside of her lips that would make her shudder and push closer and now he was ruthless and he licked her there and her body pressed to his and the wind from the lake was cold so he used his free hand to wrap his coat about her as well. “

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS. Ok, this is a bit long, but :

Loki stalked, furious, forcing his ‘guards’ to keep up with him yet again.

Who, exactly, did that golden-eyed bastard think he was, giving orders to a prince?  A disgraced, nearly disowned prince, but a prince nonetheless.

“Heimdall!” he roared, channelling his inner Thor.

The guardian stood as ever, perfect and unmoving, staring at things only he could see, “Highness.  Thank you for joining me.”

His voice was very soft and thoughtful, and it took the wind out of Loki’s sails.  

“Yes, well.  What?”  He spat the last word, trying to get some of his anger back.  He and Heimdall had always loathed each other.  Their very natures turned each other's stomachs.  It was their weird.  And yet the sentinel had been nothing but respectful since his return.

“Your … companion, Mistress Walsh-”

“No!  I have told you over and over I do not wish for you to spy upon her for me!”  Loki was white-hot now, no, hotter, the kind of hot that felt like freezing.

Heimdall spoke even more softly.  “She requested me to speak to you.”

It was as if he had been struck and everything had caved in. “What?”  He gasped out.

Heimdall's gaze returned to the sky.  “She is standing on the roof of your abode.  A bit ago she held up a sign, asking me to fetch you.  You must have told her in some detail about the palace and the Bifrost.  The sign said she would wait, since she knew it would take you a time to get here.”

Loki sagged, a hand to his chest, “What… what does she look like?”

“Thin, and a bit tired.  But she is dressed festively, in a great gown in your colors.  There are flowers in her hair, green and cream and pale orange.  She is holding a small white stick that she has lit on fire.”

Loki snorted a laugh and then a sob.  “She’s nervous.  Of course.”  

His own hands shook.

She found the dress.

“Now she holds up another sign.  She wishes you a happy birthday, Highness.”   Heimdall’s golden gaze turned to him, “As do I.”

“Yes, thank you,” he waved that away, “and now?”

“Another sign.  It says, ‘I think I remember what you told me these are for, so I am just going to put them on.’  She is opening a wooden box, and it contains-”

Heimdall fell silent for moment.  Then, “It contains bride price necklaces.  Many of them, blue stones for wealth by sea, brown for earth, crystal for air, red for fire.  Amber for fidelity.  Onyx for loyalty.  Pearls for trust.  Copper for friendship.  Iron for love.  She puts them on.

“They are beautifully made.”

“Thank you.”

“Another sign.  ‘I can’t make myself say what I want to through some damned cardboard and markers and another person, but you know.  It’s always yes.’

“Now she is lifting a glass of something pale and saluting the sky, and drinking.  She picked up a bundle of flowers, the same that are in her hair, and is leaning backwards and tossing them off of the roof.  I recognise this ritual.  She is holding another sign, ‘This is for you.’”

He looked at Loki, his head cocked in confusion.

“She knows you cannot hear, nor can I, but she sings.”

Once Loki would have rather been tortured, would have rather fallen between the worlds and burned to cinders than cry in front of his enemy.  Today he did not care.  

Heimdall turned his gaze back to the stars, pretending that he could not see the prince.

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? — Do you have a hyper-specific genre? : I love writing dialog, writing character’s finding each other through words, though that moment when they stop struggling to be heard because they are being heard, when they able to entirely listen because they know they part of a whole with the other person, if only for as long as that conversation lasts.  

I suppose my hyper-specific genre is OG AUs.  Writing the worlds where a love and a friend that the main character needs, and that needs them in turn, is waiting. 

— Any personal or frequently used tags?  I am a pretty weak tagger.

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.  The Incubus story where Loki gets called a “petulant emu” is up there, but I write a LOT of comedy.

— Best editing tip? That you should do it.  Which I rarely do.  Thank god for @caffiend-queen ‘s beta magic.

— What drives you to write? It used to be the stories fell out of me, usually starting with a scene that I could not forget, a character that I needed to learn more about through writing them.  Now?  I am so badly blocked I have no idea.

— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.  I sometimes feel like I am one of the last OC writers out there.  We are living in a Reader world these days.   I think its important for fic writers to create characters, full characters, not just a series of response to situations but someone who lives and breaths on the page.  Someone that the reader (small r) come to love and care for.   

— Where do you draw inspiration? When things are going well it can come from anywhere.  One of my favorite stories was inspired by a folding bookcase leaning against a door and some leaves that had blown inside.

— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?  Utter and total joy.

— What is your biggest challenge in writing?  Normally, finding time. Lately, finding the words.

— 1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.) From what will be the final chapter of Allerdale Hall, if I ever finish it :

The photo was black and white, with all of the earmarks of what made Ganguly an artist.  A genius.  Any scene - the nightmarish horror of the aftermath of a military attack on civilians, the grotesquery of the working conditions in a prison sweatshop, even the less visceral misery of a call center, or the temporary but very real joy of commuters chatting in the Tube - he photographed made the people within it immediate, real.  

No one was anonymous in an Owen Ganguly photo.  They were all people you could know, or could be, no matter how different their circumstances from your own.

— What story or scene are you most proud of? I am not sure.  I think that my favorite work is Loki and Nora’s Infinity Stone Playlist, but the one I am most proud of would probably be Perfection or At Hel’s Edge, which is now a Webtoon by genius artist @rauko-art  

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!  Here is the link to my Masterlist  - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nildespirandum/629196042520477696?source=share

Again tagging @caffiend-queen @myoxisbroken @imanuglywombat @wrathkitty @dangertoozmanykids101 @dianamolloy @gigglingtigger  Tell the folks about yourselves.

[caffiend-queen]

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day! Do you have some time for a few questions?

nildespirandum

imOriginally from @knuckleslove, tagged by @mareebird - thank you again!

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day! This ask game is unconventional because instead of writers posting it, and waiting for the inbox to fill up, I want YOU to send these questions to your favorite fic writers by tagging them on a reblog—because honestly I’ve never met a fic writer who isn’t SOOO excited for the opportunity to speak more about their stories.) To my lovely writers out there… just answer as many questions as you feel comfortable with. And by all means if you—a fic writer—are reading this, and nobody has asked you to do this yet, please consider this ME asking YOU to share about your wonderful stories.)

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— How long have you been writing fanfiction?  I started freshman year of high school writing an endless Star Wars fic about a female Jedi because they didn’t exist back then. So for literal decades, with some very long breaks in there.

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)  Fuck.  Ridiculous.  Shards.  Orange.  Press.  Swiftly.  Soughing.  Click.  Cerulean.  Roast.  Exactly.  Really.  Onomatopoetic.  Curmudgeon.  Scarlet.  Floof.  I could go on and on.

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.  “ There was no shock, no start, he was gentle, he was slow, he let her move towards him, just a step in so they met more and more and oh to feel her sweet mouth all unknowing and open and curious for him and he wanted his love back so terribly and this innocent tasted like her and looked like her and sounded like her and smelled like her but she was not his Nora his treasure, but she was a treasure and he treated her as such as something precious and when her hands found his shoulders to hold herself up he allowed himself to put an arm about her waist and oh she was seeking and learned and he let himself be her textbook, her classroom, her library, and he knew that there was spot on the tender inside of her lips that would make her shudder and push closer and now he was ruthless and he licked her there and her body pressed to his and the wind from the lake was cold so he used his free hand to wrap his coat about her as well. “

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS. Ok, this is a bit long, but :

Loki stalked, furious, forcing his ‘guards’ to keep up with him yet again.

Who, exactly, did that golden-eyed bastard think he was, giving orders to a prince?  A disgraced, nearly disowned prince, but a prince nonetheless.

“Heimdall!” he roared, channelling his inner Thor.

The guardian stood as ever, perfect and unmoving, staring at things only he could see, “Highness.  Thank you for joining me.”

His voice was very soft and thoughtful, and it took the wind out of Loki’s sails.  

“Yes, well.  What?”  He spat the last word, trying to get some of his anger back.  He and Heimdall had always loathed each other.  Their very natures turned each other’s stomachs.  It was their weird.  And yet the sentinel had been nothing but respectful since his return.

“Your … companion, Mistress Walsh-”

“No!  I have told you over and over I do not wish for you to spy upon her for me!”  Loki was white-hot now, no, hotter, the kind of hot that felt like freezing.

Heimdall spoke even more softly.  “She requested me to speak to you.”

It was as if he had been struck and everything had caved in. “What?”  He gasped out.

Heimdall’s gaze returned to the sky.  “She is standing on the roof of your abode.  A bit ago she held up a sign, asking me to fetch you.  You must have told her in some detail about the palace and the Bifrost.  The sign said she would wait, since she knew it would take you a time to get here.”

Loki sagged, a hand to his chest, “What… what does she look like?”

“Thin, and a bit tired.  But she is dressed festively, in a great gown in your colors.  There are flowers in her hair, green and cream and pale orange.  She is holding a small white stick that she has lit on fire.”

Loki snorted a laugh and then a sob.  “She’s nervous.  Of course.”  

His own hands shook.

She found the dress.

“Now she holds up another sign.  She wishes you a happy birthday, Highness.”   Heimdall’s golden gaze turned to him, “As do I.”

“Yes, thank you,” he waved that away, “and now?”

“Another sign.  It says, ‘I think I remember what you told me these are for, so I am just going to put them on.’  She is opening a wooden box, and it contains-”

Heimdall fell silent for moment.  Then, “It contains bride price necklaces.  Many of them, blue stones for wealth by sea, brown for earth, crystal for air, red for fire.  Amber for fidelity.  Onyx for loyalty.  Pearls for trust.  Copper for friendship.  Iron for love.  She puts them on.

“They are beautifully made.”

“Thank you.”

“Another sign.  ‘I can’t make myself say what I want to through some damned cardboard and markers and another person, but you know.  It’s always yes.’

“Now she is lifting a glass of something pale and saluting the sky, and drinking.  She picked up a bundle of flowers, the same that are in her hair, and is leaning backwards and tossing them off of the roof.  I recognise this ritual.  She is holding another sign, ‘This is for you.’”

He looked at Loki, his head cocked in confusion.

“She knows you cannot hear, nor can I, but she sings.”

Once Loki would have rather been tortured, would have rather fallen between the worlds and burned to cinders than cry in front of his enemy.  Today he did not care.  

Heimdall turned his gaze back to the stars, pretending that he could not see the prince.

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? — Do you have a hyper-specific genre? : I love writing dialog, writing character’s finding each other through words, though that moment when they stop struggling to be heard because they are being heard, when they able to entirely listen because they know they part of a whole with the other person, if only for as long as that conversation lasts.  

I suppose my hyper-specific genre is OG AUs.  Writing the worlds where a love and a friend that the main character needs, and that needs them in turn, is waiting.

— Any personal or frequently used tags?  I am a pretty weak tagger.

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.  The Incubus story where Loki gets called a “petulant emu” is up there, but I write a LOT of comedy.

— Best editing tip? That you should do it.  Which I rarely do.  Thank god for @caffiend-queen ‘s beta magic.

— What drives you to write? It used to be the stories fell out of me, usually starting with a scene that I could not forget, a character that I needed to learn more about through writing them.  Now?  I am so badly blocked I have no idea.

— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.  I sometimes feel like I am one of the last OC writers out there.  We are living in a Reader world these days.   I think its important for fic writers to create characters, full characters, not just a series of response to situations but someone who lives and breaths on the page.  Someone that the reader (small r) come to love and care for.  

— Where do you draw inspiration? When things are going well it can come from anywhere.  One of my favorite stories was inspired by a folding bookcase leaning against a door and some leaves that had blown inside.

— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?  Utter and total joy.

— What is your biggest challenge in writing?  Normally, finding time. Lately, finding the words.

— 1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.) From what will be the final chapter of Allerdale Hall, if I ever finish it :

The photo was black and white, with all of the earmarks of what made Ganguly an artist.  A genius.  Any scene - the nightmarish horror of the aftermath of a military attack on civilians, the grotesquery of the working conditions in a prison sweatshop, even the less visceral misery of a call center, or the temporary but very real joy of commuters chatting in the Tube - he photographed made the people within it immediate, real.  

No one was anonymous in an Owen Ganguly photo.  They were all people you could know, or could be, no matter how different their circumstances from your own.

— What story or scene are you most proud of? I am not sure.  I think that my favorite work is Loki and Nora’s Infinity Stone Playlist, but the one I am most proud of would probably be Perfection or At Hel’s Edge, which is now a Webtoon by genius artist @rauko-art  

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!  Here is the link to my Masterlist  - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nildespirandum/629196042520477696?source=share

This makes me so happy because of all the writers I love, @nildespirandum is the most talented and visionary of us all. I re-read her stories for comfort, for inspiration, or for just grinding envy when I can’t think of the right phrase or wording because she always and effortlessly writes such beautiful work.

Thank you for the tag, my dear cousin. I don’t deserve you.

— How long have you been writing fanfiction? 

Uh... six years ago I think?

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.

Fuck. I can’t stop myself. It’s a noun, a verb, an adjective...

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.  

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

I want to preface this by saying it was actually inspired by Nil’s scene above. Here, Fiona is mourning Loki’s death in my story Sing, Banshee. Sorry, it’s long but most of it is from Starry, Starry Night.

Fiona turned to Thor again, painfully clearing her throat.

"Would ye'... would you like to speak of your brother first?"

She could tell he tried, Thor made a valiant attempt but broke down again, weeping hopelessly. Nodding, she looked up at the sky again.

"Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now..."

Fiona didn't pause in her song, but she could hear it. The wailing of babies feeling abandoned in their cribs. The sobbing of those left by their lovers. The loneliness of the elderly sitting in their chairs in their hospice centers. And she didn't care. The whole city would cry for her Loki. Everyone.

"Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now..."

She could feel the shuddering of the heartbroken, the lonely, those in physical and emotional pain, those battling fear and grief. Their sobs. Cab drivers with their heads on the steering wheel, shoulders shaking. Businessmen abruptly sitting down on the curb, expensive shoes in the gutter and covering their faces with their hands. Shoppers with their Prada purses pacing back and forth, wailing in confusion and shock.

The utter misery of the Avengers. Every one of them downstairs in Stark's fancy fucking living area, faces wet with tears and convulsing in their grief. Those selfish fuckers who'd sworn to protect each other. Everyone but her Loki. And it wasn't enough.

"For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes A silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow..."

Behind her now Fiona could hear the anguished weeping of Loki's adopted sibling. She knew Thor truly loved his brother. She knew his heart felt torn from his chest at the agony of Loki dead, lying discarded on the ground with his beautiful emerald eyes open and sightless. So now she tried to pull back.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will."

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? — Do you have a hyper-specific genre?

— Any personal or frequently used tags?

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.  

— Best editing tip?

Get someone else to look at it. I am deeply, deeply fortunate to have @nildespirandum and @imanuglywombat​ to read my work and tell me kindly if it’s complete shit, or helping me work through plot points. It’s the greatest gift of this community.

— What drives you to write?

I’ve noticed that there’s a lot of writers here who are parents of special-needs children. I suspect that this world we create is our sanity, our way of finding a home where we can fix problems that in real life are insurmountable. Our own little Bubble of Unreality.

Also, I like writing filth and smut.

— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.

— Where do you draw inspiration?

Hearing people’s stories. I’ve been a reporter for most of my career and I believe everyone has a story. Something unique and fascinating. Hearing about their lives and experiences tends to spark something in my head.

— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?  

Holy fucking shit! People are actually reading my nonsense?

— What is your biggest challenge in writing?

Getting the time. It takes a certain amount of time to settle in and focus when you’re an ADHD asshole like me. 

— 1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP??

This is from Taming the Beast, my Sex Pollen James Conrad story:

With a screech like a barn owl’s, you jumped behind James, figurin’ his beautiful naked self would be no hardship to witness but you did not need one more living thing eyeing your exposed lady garden. 

“What the hell was that!” shouted Captain Martinez. His gaze darts from you and James to the thing bleedin’ out on the ground. “What the hell is that?”

“Whatever it is,” Mason said gleefully, “Conrad apparently killed it with only his knife.” For once, that sassy thing kept her mouth shut and didn’t add, “While naked.”

— What story or scene are you most proud of?

The Reluctant Bride. It’s the first book I published with the intention of trying to raise money for two crisis nurseries that my family volunteers for. Being able to make money from book sales that I could donate to the shelters was life-changing. My daughter and I went shopping with my first month’s royalties from Amazon and bought cases of diapers and formula and socks and big-ass boxes of goldfish crackers and... Shit. It was amazing. So thank you so much to everyone who’s read or bought my books on Kindle. Thank you.

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!

Thank you again! I’m on Tumblr and A03

Questions for my favorite writers, please answer any or all that interest you.

— How long have you been writing fanfiction?

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.  

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? — Do you have a hyper-specific genre?

— Any personal or frequently used tags?

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.  

— Best editing tip?

— What drives you to write?

— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.

— Where do you draw inspiration?

— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?  

— What is your biggest challenge in writing?

— 1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP??

— What story or scene are you most proud of?

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!

Open invitation here for anyone who’d like to share more about their writing process. Share! Spill! Enlighten us!

[jobean12-blog]

The Professor Is In

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 1,073

Summary: You’re a Med student in NYC and you meet someone unexpected. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-th-horniest-book-club Long Distance Love Weekend and the prompt Professor AU. I got a lovely request for some Professor Loki and this was such a perfect time for it! Hope you like it! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: some light flirting and fun, lots of fluff :) 

The library is surprisingly quiet as you make your way through the rows of chairs and to your favorite table by the window. Your arms are laden with three large textbooks and your laptop and you can’t see your feet below you so when your toe catches on one of the chairs you don’t even have a chance to save yourself from falling.

Thankfully, an arm wraps around your waist and you’re pulled against something warm and hard. You grab onto his jacket and look up into the most beautiful green eyes, swirling with something akin to mischief.

“Thank you!” you breathe out. “I didn’t see that chair! Or you!” you laugh, quickly letting go of the bunched-up fabric between your fists.

You quickly look down, inwardly cringing when you realized you’ve wrinkled his jacket.

“I’m sorry about your…” you start.

“Don’t be silly darling. It’s not a concern at all,” he assures you before you can finish. “Are you alright?”

Long fingers tuck under your chin and lift your gaze. He raises a brow as he waits for your answer. Your mouth opens and closes until you finally blurt out, “I’m fine! Thanks to you of course!”

He smiles and for a moment you feel breathless, your hand reaching out to grab the edge of the table.

“Thank you again,” you mutter, gathering your things before turning on your heel and disappearing behind the tall bookshelves.

When you’re sure he’s out of sight you lean against the rows of bindings, the smell of old leather and dust lingering in the air. You let out an audible breath, leaning your head back and trying to shake the imagine of those eyes out of your mind.

It doesn’t work and when you finally make it safely to your favorite table and start to study you can’t concentrate. With a frustrated sigh you close your book and heave everything into your arms, meandering through the tables and chairs carefully and out the doors of the library.

Your feet carry you to your second favorite spot, the small coffee shop on the corner where you order something that will hopefully pull you out of your daze.

“Ah, so we meet again. Luckily, this time you’ve managed to stay upright!”

At the sound of his deep and smooth voice you spin around and come face to face with the same green eyes that are still lingering in your thoughts.

“Oh!” you say surprised, “right! Yes, that is good. Not as many chairs,” you joke, motioning to the tables in the shop.

He winks and turns to order his drink. You take that as your cue to leave but before you get very far strong but gentle fingers close around your arm.

“Would you like to have coffee with me?” he asks, his eyes bright.

Without thinking you reply with a quiet “yes,” and wait until he pays so you can find a seat. He escorts you to a small table by the window and pulls your chair out. You sit with a thump still feeling a bit enamored under his green-eyed gaze.

“I suppose now would be a good time to introduce myself,” he says, reaching out to take your hand. “Loki,” he murmurs then softly kisses your knuckles.

You can feel the heat rush over your skin and you bite your lip, smiling shyly while introducing yourself. The next hour goes by in easy conversation and some very serious flirting on Loki’s part. By the time he’s holding the shop door open and you walk out into the afternoon sun, your skin is already hot.

“I have somewhere to be darling but it was a pleasure sitting with you. I hope we can do it again soon.”

You watch him walk off, the white napkin you wrote your number on still visible between his fingers as he turns the corner.

Realizing you only have a half an hour before your Anatomy class you rush back to your apartment and get what you need before racing through campus and making it to the double doors of the lecture hall with only a minute to spare.

You push them open and inwardly groan when you see the only available seats are in the front row. Your books hit the desk with a loud bang and you sit, slumping down and wishing you were still at the coffee shop with Loki.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and you lift your eyes to the doorway as the man crowding your thoughts walks in. His gaze immediately finds you and he smiles, giving you a small nod before addressing the class.

You’re look of shock does nothing to deter him as he starts the lecture. He holds your attention for the entire hour and a half and you feel even more energized than when you walked in. He dismisses everyone but takes a few long strides in your direction as you’re packing your things.

“Hello darling. I was hoping you would be in my Anatomy section,” he confesses.

You give him a slightly confused look but smile in understanding when he continues.

“When we met in the library earlier I saw your textbook,” he explains. “There are three other sections but it seems like this is my lucky day.”

“I didn’t know you were a professor,” you murmur, deflating at the thought that you probably shouldn’t be seeing him anymore.

“Well, I’m really just helping out the University for the time being. Nothing is quite official,” he simpers, that familiar light of mischief dancing in his eyes.

You find yourself once again giving in to him.

“In that case…” you trail off, wondering if asking him to dinner would be too forward.

“In that case, I would love to take you to dinner tonight,” he says with a wink.

You giggle and throw your bag over your shoulder.

“I would love that Loki.”

He holds out his arm and you nestle your hand in the crook of his elbow, walking out of the hall and into the fading sun.

“What a beautiful evening,” he whispers. “I know this lovely spot that has outdoor seating in the back garden. How about I pick you up at 7?”

“That sounds perfect!” you exclaim, squeezing his arm.

“Wonderful my sweet,” he sings. “Now, let me walk you back to your apartment before I leave you to get ready.”

@book-dragon-13 @eurynome827​ @hiddles-rose​ @jewels2876​ @loricameback @lookiamtrying​ @marvelgirl7​ @nano--raptor​ @randomfandompenguin​ @starlightcrystalline​ @white-wolf1940​

[iamanartichoke]

I'm sorry, I saw "green eyed loki fandom dni" and took it as a personal challenge

they are very pretty.

and BLUE. they're BLUE. "emerald eyes" loki fandom DNI lmao

[uselesssomebody]

𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 - loki x reader

complete masterlist | mcu masterlist

“𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖

𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪” - lovely | twenty one pilots

words || 𝟚.𝟛𝕜

summary || in which loki tries to make up for a fight between him and the reader

a/n || warning: is a bit shit ➵ originally called ‘lovely’

warnings || angst/fluff

a long, audible sigh left his lips - fingers rapping along the counter top gently. it was followed by a hum of discontent.

“so, that’s it?” my voice is small - throat very dry. he finally looks up at me, and his intense gaze nearly causes me to falter.

“what’s it?” i can hear the hiss in his voice, his fingers now gripping the counter top so hard that his knuckles had gone a paler shade.

i let out a scoff, my patience suddenly disappearing. i wasn’t entertaining him anymore - and i knew he’d stopped entertaining me ages ago.

“y’know what?” i inhale - but it ends up a sniffle, “fuck you - and fuck us while you’re at it.” i stood up, feeling the sudden urge to throw something, but deciding against it - choosing instead to slip into my room.

he, obviously, did not have the same restraint, which i learned after i heard an enraged growl - bordering on a roar - followed by wood snapping and falling to the floor. my back slumped against my door, a familiar prickling sensation settling in my eyes.

i used to always go out of my way to stop him before he started - but i didn’t have the energy to care anymore.

it’d been 2 days. well, nearly. i counted 45 hours, and 26 minutes since I slammed my door.

i didn’t know what to do - stuck in the house with him. i barely left my room, an almost nonexistent appetite leading me to never need to stalk to the kitchen - something i frequently did whenever we fought in the past. it was always under the guise of hunger (and, sometimes, boredom), but, really, it was to see what he was doing. how he was doing.

something about seeing him agitated - as annoyed with our proposition as me - made me remember that the dark spell was temporary. one of us would eventually cave, and after a mess of apologies, we’d be back to our usual selves.

this time was different, though. i actually could not care less about how he was. whether he was doing amazing, a puddle on the floor - neither made me think twice.

i’d find things in my room every once in a while. for the first 5 hours, it was mostly assortments of snacks - cookies, smoothies, some chips. considering i’d been in the room the entire time, and the slight green tinge to the objects, i assumed he’d been using his godly abilities to place them in my room. soon the snacks grew into meals - ones that he knew were my favorite.

every time something appeared, i’d slide it right back out of the door. i hated the reminders of him polluting my already small room - wishing to do anything but see it. my bed had become my new best friend, with my time being spent succumbing to an almost scary amount of exhaustion.

i had heard the front door open and close a few times throughout my self-inflicted imprisonment. i always ignored it. except now. i wanted to get out of the house - maybe find a quiet spot to admire and appreciate, instead of the blank walls of my room. i heard the door creak, and, as it shut, i opened my own.

i had assumed he had left - this was the first time i heard the door open in a while. of course, i realized this was not the case when i saw him coming in - his hair smoothed and shorter than usual, his coat hanging by the tips of his fingers. i take in the man, seeing his look of shock. normally, i would hate how composed he looked, but i realized i didn’t much care. swiftly walking past him, determined to not look at his pale eyes, i grabbed my own coat and swung open the door, closing it behind me.

the wind of the early evening was worse than i expected. my teeth chattered lightly as i trudged along the gray road, walking towards the left of the house. i eyed an old man and his frenchie, both sitting - huddling together for warmth - on a bench by the side of the pavement. he shot me a comforting smile, encouraging me to come over and properly admire the adorable dog.

“darwin.” he said promptly, and i looked down from him towards the dog - darwin - who had peeked his head out of his owner’s lap. his goofy smile caused one of my own to appear - the stretch of my cheeks was a feeling that i hadn’t felt for several hours now. darwin’s fur was warm and short, disallowing me from digging my fingers into the soft material. his tongue slipped out between his teeth, his face lopsided and a dazed, sweet look in his eyes. i bent down, cooing lightly at the adorable animal.

the man smiled at my action.

“when’d you get him?” the question slipped from my lips quietly. he stayed silent for a moment, before answering.

“5 years in another month.” i nodded, before straightening myself, and giving darwin’s head one more appreciative pat.

“have a nice day, dear.” the man tipped his flat cap in my direction, causing another smile to grace my lips, and i returned it with a small wave as i continued on my way.

the field was fully empty. of course, this was to be expected - especially considering the harsh temperature and the time of day. on my previous visit, i had seen a couple people dotted around the large area - all hoping to enjoy the beauty of the place.

today, it was all mine. well, almost.

the pond at the heart of the field swayed with the wind, small ripples occurring over the water as i came and sat by it. the normally muddy bank was much drier than usual, yet i still kept my distance, opting to sprawl my legs across the grass next to the bank instead. placing my palms down, i felt the grass tickle my palm, as i gazed absentmindedly across the scenery.

it had been a couple minutes of mindless daydreaming when i heard a familiar squawk. whipping my head in the direction of it, i saw a duck - green and white feathers glistening under the low light - waddling towards me. i sighed in content.

i’d seen the energetic little thing several times - always trying to bring something to feed him. i had named him something neutral - sammy - and we always looked for each other when i came to visit.

i had a designated bag of oats that i kept for him, bringing it every time i came around. for that reason, as soon as he was within range of me, he made a beeline for my hand. he stopped, a little ways - maybe a half-meter - from my hand, staring at it intently. i groaned softly in annoyance, as i’d completely forgotten his bag. with a small pout on my lips, i lifted my hand softly, stretching out my palm to show him there was nothing there. he stared at me curiously, eyes shifting from my hand to my face.

“i’m sorry, bud.” my voice is soft and truly apologetic, hoping it would reach some primal part of him where we could communicate as animals. as soon as he was about to give up, ready to waddle into the water, he lets out another squawk. i feel a flaky sensation and an added weight on my hand, causing me to quickly look at what was happening.

a familiar green tinge was settling on my hand, as a larger clump of oats slowly appeared on it. with a final quack of excitement, sammy ran over, diving beak-first into my hand, nibbling at the oats. i try to transport the food from my hand onto the floor, worried his excitement would result in a chunk of my hand missing, and i hear a shuffling in the grass behind me. as i finish scraping the oats off, and sammy was happily occupied with his meal, i turn back to see what the source of the noise was - though i had a funny feeling that i knew the answer.

he was wearing a pair of sneakers, black jeans, and his coat was unbuttoned - revealing a white button-down underneath. i barely saw him in jeans, as he had complained on several occasions as to how uncomfortable they were, but right now he seemed unperturbed. letting out a sigh - without any particular emotion behind it - i turned back, focusing my attention, once again, on sammy.

i hear his steps reach all the way next to me, and, out of my peripheral, i notice him crossing his legs and sitting down. neither of us exchange words, and the only indications of his presence was the small sounds of his deep breaths and just a little more oatmeal every time sammy’s beak hit the dirt.

a couple of minutes were spent with us in silence. at some point, sammy’s food supply ended, and the satisfied bird waddled - a little slower than usual - into the water. the soft sound of his paddle gave me something new to focus on, as i hoped to still keep my attention averted from the man next to me.

of course, by now, his patience had run thin. he cleared his throat, causing me to subtly look at him, and he smoothed his hair further with his hand.

“will you talk with me yet?”

“what’s to talk about?” my answer was so fast, it seemed rehearsed. in reality, i had anticipated the question. i hadn’t anticipated him taking my arm and adjusting me to be facing him. nevertheless, i continued looking anywhere but him.

“you can’t stay here or in that tiny room forever.” his voice was soft, softer than i’d heard in a while.

“then i’ll find somewhere else.” my statement caught him off guard, and i heard his breath hitch.

“somewhere else? you want to leave?” i sighed, disliking the blunt way in which he said it.

“is there any point in me staying?” my voice was a mumble, as i felt wildly uncomfortable speaking my mind - voicing my concerns.

“why wouldn’t you?” his cold fingers place themselves under my chin, causing me to lightly jump at the contact. his touch is gentle, guiding me to finally look at him. his gaze caused my answer to falter on my tongue, but i tried my best to stammer it out.

“you can't- don’t pretend tha- because you fucking want me to!” my voice rises in both volume and pitch, and i felt my cheeks flush at the immature sound of it. his look of confusion and shock made me want to roll my eyes, but i decided against it, and chose to continue, “you know damn well we both gave up on this weeks ago.” there was a silence, and i felt my head drop again. sammy was still paddling away happily in the background.

“gave up? on what?” his eyebrows had furrowed, and his face would have looked angry if i hadn’t known him so well. i could tell that, instead, the gears in is brain were working hard, trying to understand what i had said.

“on us, what else?” my voice was becoming snappy, annoyed by his confusion. when i did look back, his face had changed - an actual expression of anger on it. it caused my breath to catch in my throat.

“you think i’ve given up?”

“of course i have! we’ve been doing nothing but argue back and forth for weeks! every time we talk, one of us gets angry, and we end up not speaking for, like, 3 days straight!” my face is animated, i could feel it as i spoke. his expression had softened.

“it’s not like i want to - fight with you, of course.” he lets out a sigh, and pulls me closer to him. i think of struggling - for a brief second - but the feel of his hand over my shoulders and my head over his chest causes me to cave, tentatively leaning into his touch. “i’ve just-” he pauses, “never mind. there’s no excuse. i haven’t treated you well, and you have every right to - uhm - leave.” the pause before his last word showed how uncomfortable he was with the idea, “will you give me another chance to show how much i care?”

before i can ever answer, i see the green tinge from earlier surrounding us. i feel a heat, nothing like what i felt before, and after closing my eyes for a moment, i opened them to see a meadow of flowers. the source of the heat was still unknown, but i attributed it to the landscape, as the sky had brightened as well.

he leaned over, detaching his body from mine for just a moment, before sliding back into place with a flower in his hand.

a tulip. my favorite.

a small smile placed itself across my lips, as he handed the pretty thing to me, watching in earnest as i admired the warm colors. my eyes went back up to his, craning my head to show he had my full attention.

“yes,” the answer came out a breath, “i love you too m,uch to lose you.” he smiled warmly, appreciating the answer, as he helped me up. keeping me close to himself, he maneuvered us out of the field.

i glanced back, seeing the scenery disappear, and sammy and his little pond reappear. when i turned back, i smiled at the flower in my hand - which was the only proof of the warm, colorful meadow.

[konigsfaerie]

Compass

Chapter One

Summary: Falling in love with two people isn't normal, but after fighting your way out of the TVA, you can't help but develop feelings for both Loki and Mobius. Hiding your emotions has never been your strong suit, and your resolve has been fading with each passing day you spend together at the compound.

Word count: 4,630

Loki looked across the common room to find Mobius rifling through papers, undoubtedly studying another timeline that would need to be fixed. Loki watched his hands turn the crisp pages, watched his index finger travel down to find a specific word.

He decided to break his gaze and clear his throat, shaking himself out of his daze. “Don’t you think we should take a break? We’ve been at this all day.”

Mobius looked up from the folder and raised a single eyebrow. “You mean I have been at this all day. You’ve been sitting there looking pretty while I have been isolating timelines we need to fix without so much as a lunch break.”

If not for his Frost Giant heritage, the blush on his face would be unmistakable. Suddenly words left him, so he decided to stare out of a window, his dark thoughts immediately returning.

He left who he used to be back in New York. The jealous god, the god who was angry at everything and couldn’t love anything simply out of fear. It seemed that all of the sudden there was too much love in his heart, the kind that made him feel the most guilty he had been in a long while.

Loki, Mobius, and you fighting through the TVA was no small feat, and even now there was no time to rest.

“Although I suppose we should check on y/n. She’s been cooped up in her office all day,” Mobius observed, pushing away from the desk and stretching his arms up. Loki noticed his torso as he stretched, the fabric revealing the slight V of his waist. There was that nonexistent blush again, the panging he felt in his chest.

“I’ll get her some food from the kitchen.” As Loki left for the kitchen, it was now your features that plagued his mind. Your soft skin, supple thighs, full cheeks, y/e/c. How could this be possible, to love two people at the same time? Just years before he would have destroyed an entire planet without thinking, and now every action he made, he’d run it over in his head before doing so just to make sure he didn’t say something wrong that could hurt yours or Mobius’ feelings. Although Mobius wasn’t exactly the most sensitive of the bunch, Loki cringed when he thought of all the terrible things he said to both you and Mobius when he first arrived at the TVA.

There were cooks of course, The Avengers Tower was huge with so many people coming in and out, but he wanted to make you food by his hand.

-

Your feelings for Mobius and Loki were… complicated at best. The passion you felt for Loki made your head dizzy, but the tender love you felt for Mobius made your heart ache. You ran a hand down your face, the guilt gathering up in the pit of your stomach again. How was this even possible? You loved them both, and while they probably didn’t even have a clue, you couldn’t imagine letting either one of them go. And if you lost both of them...

You heard a knock at your door, and you tried steeling your face into indifference again, but ultimately failed. “Come in!” Instead of indifference, you tried to look as happy as can be, providing a smile as bright as the stars.

As soon as you saw both of them come in at the same time, your face immediately fell. You tried to look away from their faces, your eyes pointing downward, pretending to do something you were working on before you were about to have a breakdown. You couldn’t actually be in control of your emotions when Mobius started acting all gentle and kind and Loki started a war of who could use the most sarcasm in one sentence. (Hint: He always won.)

“Is there something the two of you needed?”

Loki sat down in the chair in front of your desk, placing a covered dish in front of you, planting his feet on your desk, which he knew you absolutely hated.

“We can’t visit our favorite girl unannounced?” Mobius spoke, giving that little grin of his.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Favorite girl. Were you really… their favorite girl?

His excited smile faded. “Unless you’re busy… I don’t want to interrupt you.”

You slid a hand to Loki’s boots, roughly slapping his feet off the table and uncovering the dish. “No, I- Well, I guess I haven’t eaten all day.” Part of your job to create a new task force of Avengers to fix the timelines destroyed accompanied by Doctor Stephen Strange. He usually was in your office with you going over the candidates you thought would make a good addition to the team, but he was currently out convincing them to come back to the compound.

“Sorry. I should’ve brought food up to you a long time ago.”

Loki eyed you as you took your first bite into what had to be your favorite meal of all time. You started to shake your head at his comments, but instead you closed your eyes for a moment, letting a moan sneak past your lips. “This is so good! It tastes much better than what the cooks usually make for us. Who made this?” Usually it was all leafy green salads and juice the color of baby puke (doctor’s orders, and by doctor, you mean an overprotective philanthropist), but thank the gods, it was something actually cooked in oil.

“Loki cooked it for you,” Mobius said with a teasing smirk, but then his lips went into a pout. “While I eat this salad for the twentieth night in a row.”

A blush crept up on your nose and you giggled. “Guess I’m just that special.”

“Yes,” Loki remarked. “You are.” His eyes burned into your own.

The blush deepened into a shade of ruby red. Loki was always one for bluntness and didn’t always understand how humans communicated with each other. Yes, that was all it was. Just him reminding you how much he cared for you as a friend. The sentiment was new to him, after all.

You filled your face with more food, your eyes staring down so that you didn’t have to meet either of their pair of eyes. After finishing your food, you heard a bottle of alcohol thud on your desk. You laughed and gave a little shake of your head. “Don’t you know that the use of alcohol or other substances will hinder our training?” You mocked Tony, his strictness fueled by FRIDAY.

“Well,” Loki laughed. “I am not in training,” he continued, popping the cork off with his mouth. “Because I am already amazing.” He put the bottle to his lips and took two long swigs.

Both you and Mobius groaned, Mobius grabbing the neck of the bottle from him and doing the same. As he passed it to you, you thought that maybe this was a bad idea. You never really got too drunk unless you were “reveling” with Thor, but you were constantly afraid your feelings might slip out. One wrong look, and they might figure it out.

Mobius passed it to you, and you downed four long gulps. Maybe the alcohol would make you momentarily forget your feelings instead of bringing them to the surface. Immediately your head felt lighter as you passed it back to Loki, but instead of the smiles that were there before, two worried glances were presented on their faces.

Loki put the bottle down. “What’s wrong?” The concerned look on both of their faces made your heart thud in your chest. They really, actually cared about you. About what you thought, what you felt, if you ate, if there was too much on your plate. That was more than just being friends, right? When you were with them, you felt different. Lighter, safe, like nothing could really hurt you as long as you three were together.

“Nothing,” you defended, taking another bite of your food as the buzz you had started to ebb and flow. Trying to keep the tears springing from your eyes was no small task, but you couldn’t do this now, in front of them. You hated lying to them and you didn’t even know what excuse you could possibly make if tears started running down your cheeks.

But the truth was that you cried often. Late at night after hours of exhausting work, not only isolating timelines but trying to convince people with abilities to help your cause, usually wielding little to no results. After all that tiresome work, it wasn’t the universe or your collective impending doom you thought about; it was Mobius and Loki. How they take care of you, how it might feel to have Mobius’ lips on yours while Loki wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck...

How long have you been looking at your empty plate without saying anything?

“Y/n? Sweetheart?” Mobius started, reaching for your hand across the desk which made Loki look at the pair of yours. Why did he call you that so often? Ever since coming to the TVA, even when it looked like he wanted to scream at Loki until he was hoarse, even when you joined forces with Loki and he couldn’t understand why in the world you would, he wanted to protect you. Both of them did.

It felt like your heart was just continually skipping beats. It was absolutely insane that one word was the thing that was finally going to undo you.

Sweetheart.

Our favorite girl.

Your eyes went back and forth between the two of their faces, your lip starting to wobble. Loki immediately got up from his chair in front of you, moving towards you and crouching down to your eye level. “What is it? What’s the matter, y/n?” His concerned blue eyes searched yours, his eyebrows knitting together in worry.

Mobius was hovering over you at your desk with that same look, waiting for your response.

There were lies you could tell, of course. I’m just tired. I miss my family. I want to piece this god-forsaken universe back together already. It was all true of course, but the real reason you lay awake at night with tears streaming down your face was because you were in love with the both of them and if you did anything about it, you’d lose them. And your heart could absolutely not handle that. They were everything to you.

You could only imagine it, which you did often. Their confused looks which would make you feel like the weirdest person on the planet, the neverending silence as they only talked to you about work. How could you possibly handle them not barging in on your space every night, not making you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet just to have friends like these?

Nevertheless, the tears came and the sobs started racking your body as they both came to your rescue, enveloping you in their arms, which only made you cry harder.

“Y/n-” Mobius started, but was cut short because of… that look you were giving him. The one that said everything, the one that also traveled to Loki. It was unmistakable. With them, you were an open book and your face were the words on the page.

Loki pulled away, but only to put a hand on your waist. Was he… giving you the same look? When you looked back over to Mobius, his hand was at your waist as well, his hand flying up to dry your tears. “Sweetheart,” he breathed.

As soon as your eyes fluttered, Mobius’ mouth was on yours, giving you the most tender kiss you had ever felt. His lips slightly pulled away as Loki’s finger hooked under your chin and his lips flew to yours. Back and forth you played this little game until your knees were threatening to buckle underneath your feet, both of them slightly rubbing your waist.

As you pulled back slightly, their lips finally pressed against each other. The kiss between them was more rough but just as loving.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. No, there was no way they felt the same things you did. Ever since spending time with the both of them in the TVA, the thoughts that plagued your mind were perhaps the darkest you ever felt. Not just because you knew without a shadow of a doubt whatever conclusion you came to you would get hurt, but because you might hurt them in any way. The love you felt for them didn’t seem natural, but it definitely felt it. But this…. They felt it too? Not only that, but they felt things for each other as well? For how long?

Suddenly you didn’t want to be cooped up in this office anymore so you grabbed both of their hands, locking their fingers with yours and started moving to the stairs that led to your room. As soon as you closed the door, Mobius was pushing you against it while Loki ran a finger down the length of your arm.

You didn’t need to say anything for now. Your faces said so much. Words might be necessary later, but now…

Loki nudged him over while his lips explored yours again and Mobius kissed your neck. A moan escaped your lips again, but this one wasn’t because of the pleasure of food, rather the pleasure of the two men controlling your every movement. Mobius’ hands were still pinning you to the door, and you couldn’t help it as your waist moved against Loki’s.

“Please,” you breathed. “I n-need-” God, it was hard for you to talk with Loki’s lips hovering over yours, the heat rising in you as you imagined all the marks Mobius was making on your neck, claiming you as his.

“What do you need, darling?” Loki whispered, moving to the other side of your neck. Mobius shoved his leg in between yours, your hips making quick work of him.

Apparently that was all the answer they needed. Mobius grabbed your waist, moving you to your bed as they both joined you and started on your neck again while Loki began slowly untying your top, testing to see if you were comfortable.

Usually you were shy around them, but you had enough of just fantasizing about them doing this. You would be perfectly happy if they decided to rip your clothes off and spread your legs.

“I’m tired of waiting,” Mobius snapped as if reading your mind, shoving your pants down as Loki threw your top onto the floor. They both beheld you in your matching lacy white bra and panties. They looked… hungry. Like they’d both been waiting for this, only now they realized all three of you wanted it just as much.

You swallowed as they stared into each other's eyes just a moment before taking each other’s shirts off. Even though you needed them to rip off all your underthings, you were nervous. They definitely had more experience than you, and Loki was a literal god who could get whatever or whomever he wanted.

As Mobius placed his lips onto yours again, his tongue teasing your own, you could feel Loki’s hands gripping your panties, sliding them down. He took in a breath, giving himself a moment to take you in. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, just before spreading you with two of his fingers.

“Mmm, fuck,” you moaned against Mobius’ lips, moving so that Loki had perfect access. All you wanted was his tongue on you, or even his fingers filling you up.

Okay, that’s not all you wanted, but it was a start. What you really wanted wasn’t just his fingers filling you up, but either - or both of their cock’s inside of you, hitting that one spot you really loved-

“Loki!” you gasped as his mouth connected with your clit, his finger easily sliding into you. You bucked against him, biting your own lip as Mobius slid down near Loki, giving him a kiss before removing his finger and sucking on it, tasting your juices. The look in their eyes when they looked at eachother - it was sending you over the edge already.

“Look at her, Loki,” Mobius observed. “She’s already wanting to cum on your mouth. Should we let her?” Was he teasing us? You were dripping at this point, coating his mouth with your juices, gripping the covers with your fists. The look in Loki’s eyes was feral as his tongue flicked over your clit and then swirled around it. The only answer he provided was a groan of pleasure from having his tongue play with your clit. He was waiting for permission.

“Not yet,” Mobius decided, grabbing a handful of Loki’s hair, pulling him back. Loki’s face was pure disappointment, which he soothed by licking his lips, tasting you again.

Loki moved towards you, his face hovering over yours. “You taste so good,” he whispered. “Do you want to taste yourself?”

You gave a nod, staring up at him and he gave you the most passionate kiss you’ve ever felt, his tongue enveloping yours. You sucked on it, moaning against his tongue as you savored yourself.

As you sucked on his tongue, you realized you were one-hundred percent more wet than you started off, and you couldn’t help but squirm as Mobius spread your legs ever father, his finger moving slowly up and down your clit. This was fucking agonizing. You didn’t want to be teased, you wanted them to take you right here on this bed.

“Good things come to those who wait, y/n.”

You stared at Mobius who was currently sliding a single finger into you excruciatingly slowly, a pleasured smile on his face, most likely because he knew how bad you wanted him, wanted the both of them to be inside of you.

“Please,” you begged as Loki started to unhook your bra, placing his mouth on your nipple. “I-I want-”

Mobius stopped pumping his finger in and out of you, joining Loki in playing with your nipples. “Yes y/n, tell me what you want and I may even give it to you.” Before you could speak, he slid his finger into your mouth which just made you buck your hips even more.

“Oh, is that what you want?” Suddenly, he grabbed Loki and started taking off the remainder of his clothes, finally sliding off his belt and undoing his pants, shoving them down with his underwear and exposing his cock. “Is this what you want? You need to be fucked?” You glanced at Mobius who was currently stroking Loki who tilted his back in pleasure. The sight was fucking angelic, and all you could do was speechlessly nod without abandon.

Loki was rock hard, probably from the moment he saw your glistening pussy. As you rose to your knees, you met his face as you pumped him with your hand, taking over from Mobius, exploring him. “Do you like that?” You wanted to edge him on. You wanted him to lose control, especially because you could see how much he was trying to contain himself. Mobius saw it too, which was part of the reason he was teasing the both of you so much. The other reason was because he wanted to see just how bad you wanted him.

No response, just another groan. You heard Mobius taking his pants off but was utterly focused on pleasuring Loki.

Suddenly you could feel Mobius’ cock against your ass, him coming behind you and feeling on your breasts. “Now tell Daddy exactly what you want.”

Fuck.

“Both of you. Inside of me.” You turned your head to look at him, biting your lip out of embarrassment.

Surprise lit his features. “Are you sure about that? I don’t want it to be too much for you… Yet.”

You nodded quickly. “I want both of you to fill me up.”

Mobius tore you away from Loki, pushing you face forward onto the bed, placing a hand on your stomach to prop your ass up. You took that as a clue to arch your back. “Good girl,” Loki remarked, moving you over momentarily to move under you. Loki started teasing you, placing his cock at your entrance.

“No, no more teasing,” you begged, letting out a little wine. “Please just… Please fuck me!”

“Isn’t she impatient, sweetie?” Mobius pondered, lubing himself up with something you didn’t recognize, then going to his fingers so he could stretch you out. From this angle, Mobius could control everything. He slid a finger into your ass which caused a moan to slip out. Honestly, this wasn’t a normal thing for you, but you had to have both of them. You didn’t want to wait or deny yourself any longer.

You bucked against his finger as he slid another one inside of you. It hurt a little, but in the best way possible. You could feel him stretching you out, taking his time, just as Loki rubbed himself against your clit. Loki’s little pants and quiet moans were only teasing you further, and even Mobius looked like he was losing his resolve to go slowly.

Words wouldn’t, or rather, couldn’t escape your mouth. You already felt so filled up with Mobius’ fingers pumping in and out of you, Loki threatening to slip inside of you. The feeling you felt was best described as… helpless. They were controlling your every move, how fast or slow you went, when or even if you would cum.

Mobius gave a look to Loki, silently giving him permission as he slowly slid his fingers out of you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Loki asked, his soft and wanting eyes staring up at you and pushing your hair behind your ear. “Would you like to feel me inside of you?”

“Y-Yes!” You leaned further onto him so that Mobius would have easier access to your ass and so that Loki could easily slip inside of you. His breathing turned ragged as the head of his cock teased your entrance, but you were tired of being teased. All those nights fantasizing about this, fantasizing about the looks they were giving you now. Never in a million years would you think they would want this too, but here they were, one under you and one on top, showing you how much they cared for you.

Even though Mobius wrapped his fingers around your hips, moving Loki’s legs slightly so he could have as much access to you as he needed, you slid onto Loki’s long shaft, sending shocks throughout your body. His grip tightened just as you could feel Mobius’ lubed cock slide into your ass.

Filled up is what you felt. You almost felt overwhelmed with it, but you could take it. You could take both of them as they started pumping in and out of you. You closed your eyes, almost feeling high, feeling like the universe was moving throughout your body.

Mobius couldn’t have possibly known your eyes were closed, but you felt one arm wrap around your waist as his fingers tightened in your hair. “Look at him pumping inside of you, y/n. Watch him fuck you.” His breath was ragged too as you moved between them, your hands tightening around Loki’s shoulders for purchase.

The moans coming out of you were loud, probably loud enough to wake the entire compound, but you didn’t care. They were stretching you out, filling you up entirely. You had never felt more loved than this exact moment. “Please-” you moaned. At this point, you weren’t sure what you were saying. You weren’t sure of anything, and you especially weren’t sure where you ended and Loki and Mobius began. “I don’t know if I can-” you started, pausing to look at Loki’s feral glance. You knew you were dripping with want, with need. You were wet, so wet, and so tight, and you loved the feeling of him inside of you. He was a god, and that almost all-powerful thing inside of him threatened to come out with every thrust, every new moan you made.

“What’s wrong?” Mobius asked, moving his hand from your hair to your chin, making you look at him. His eyes were almost glossed over, and he was still fighting his composure.

You shook your head, moving to buck back against him, which prompted him to move his hand back to your hair, controlling your every move, your every thrust. “I just don’t think I can-” Another shock rang throughout your body as they grew even more in sync with each other, picking up their pace. You felt totally dominated, and your mind was reeling from the fact that the two people you loved so much were fucking you into oblivion. The blush spread to your nose as you bit your lip. “I don’t think I can last long,” you moaned, rolling your head back momentarily as Mobius loosened his grip, kissing your soft lips.

Fuck, you saw stars. You were so close already, and his lips on yours didn’t help, his tongue exploring your own. His moans vibrated against your mouth as he grabbed a handful of your hair again, pushing you down to kiss Loki as he chuckled, some sadistic part of him enjoying seeing you on the edge. While you were usually so in control of everything around you, Mobius liked seeing you completely out of control, at his mercy.

Loki was close too. You could tell, because his grip was tightening even further on your waist, holding you completely in place while he slid in and out of you, his teeth gently pulling on your bottom lip. Through all three of your moans, you could hear the wet slap of his cock as he fucked you. He kept hitting that exact place you wanted him to, which made you cry out in pleasure. You were so glad they were both holding you, otherwise you didn’t think you could hold yourself up anymore.

Mobius’ hand moved from your hair to your throat, his grip tightening around you. Your eyes widened as any control you previously had completely disappeared along with your resolve to hold on. Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment as your pussy tightened around Loki’s cock, causing him to cry out in turn. Your eyes opened again, watching him shoot his cum inside of you. “Y/n!” He cried out your name as he reached for you, his hand tightening around your own.

“Fuck,” Mobius swore. Galaxies exploded inside of you as you gripped Loki’s other hand too, biting your lip as you felt Mobius shoot inside of your ass with a loud groan.

As your orgasm finally calmed, you felt the both of them slide out of you and let out an involuntary whimper. The feeling of being filled up, it was… everything. And now you felt empty. But as soon as they heard it, they came to your rescue, Loki turning over and pressing your face to his chest as Mobius laid down at your side, stroking your back and covering the three of you up.

“Better?” he whispered.

You nodded, moving your head to stare up at him, your lip wobbling a little. You felt completely exhausted, and the world felt like it was spinning around you, but as soon as you felt their arms tighten around you, you came back to Earth. He planted a small kiss on your lips, giving you a smile that made all dark thoughts completely disappear. You could see things in that smile, things that had been left unsaid.

“So much better,” you sighed.