#he wouldn't like anyone doing it but with fandral being *fandral* that made it a lot worse

[emeraldxphoenix]

@cffidelityy continued from here

Loki has always tended towards jealousy. Whether by nature or by virtue of being the younger, less-favoured, son is unclear, but what is clear is that being married has somehow only made his possessiveness worse. Not that he ever believes Sigyn would be unfaithful – he knows the thought would never so much as cross his wife’s mind – but the god has been falling in love with her since the night of their wedding ( – slowly at first, now it’s like a damn avalanche – ) and is increasingly determined to hoard her affections and attentions for the rest of their lives.

Weight shifts from one foot to the other, torso still pressed against hers within the alcove the trickster had tugged them into before speaking. “Mine,” he agrees with another growl, head dipping to press his mouth to hers in a demanding kiss, uncaring about the blood from his split lip painting her lips too. Sigyn knows she is his, just as Loki is hers, but from the way Fandral had been staring at her all evening, it seems he had needed reminding. A split lip is a worthwhile price to pay for the sight of a bloodied nose and black eye on the swordsman’s face.

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Summary: Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors & pearl clutchers dni you've been warned) | smut; p in v; loss of virginity (m); fingering; oral sex (f receiving)

Things to be aware of: best friends to lovers

"Now when standing with a nobleman it is important to always stand a considerable distance behind him, and always to his left. This is to symbolize--Lady Y/N, I truly do understand that you would much rather your training be in the combat fields, but you are still a lady. The curriculum decided upon by the Queen was you were to undergo a full day of training in the ways of ladyship every fourth day of the week." 

You grumbled from your seat, your elbow propped on the desk as you slumped your chin down on your palm as a show of how increasingly dull you found this session…and every session before it. "While I also understand your intention of teaching me the ways of being a good nobleman's wife, Madame Adrianna, I simply fail to see the purpose of these lessons, considering that I have no intention to be simply a breeding station for some nobleman. And if this is truly the curriculum, then please do indulge me and tell me how come Lady Sif or Sir Fandral are not in attendance?"

She smiled down at you as if you were a petulant child looking for someone to drag into a punishment with you, which admittedly at the moment, you felt like that as well. "Lady Y/N, that is because they followed their curriculum when you were all much younger. If I recall correctly, instead of attending your lessons, you ran around wreaking havoc all over the palace and sitting in on magic lessons with Prince Loki." 

Madame Adrianna chuckled at your reaction of pursing your lips before breaking into a smug, tight-lipped smile as you recalled all the shenanigans you'd gotten yourself into throughout the centuries past at the influence of your best friend, the god of mischief, Asgard's dark prince. Though to you he was simply Loki, once a brilliant and misunderstood boy, and now a brilliant and misunderstood man who wielded his magic as if it were an extension of his body. 

What you wouldn't give for him to break into your lesson right now and save you from this boredom. And what you wouldn't give for him to feel even a sliver of affection towards you like you did for him. Hel, what you wouldn't give in order to acquire a potion that would make you look like the women in the leisure inns he was so frequently spotted in. 

I wonder if any of those women ever had to attend an etiquette class, you thought to yourself.

"And your thoughts have wandered off again," your instructor commented, snapping her fingers to call you back into the room. "Lady Y/N, if you are to be the prince's betrothed, you--" 

"What? Betrothed?" you snorted, earning you a stern look from her. "I assure you I am not to be betrothed to anyone. Loki is simply my dearest friend. Nothing more." You did your best to mask the bitterness in your tone at the end, but she still caught on, giving you a knowing smirk.

"Well, at least pay attention in our lessons so that you may learn to hide your disappointment better, because that, my dear, was atrocious." Both of you ended up chuckling over her remarks, agreeing to instead be taught how to mask one's emotions so that you could stop wearing them on your sleeve. 

Norns forbid that you lost your best friend all because you couldn't keep your envy over all the women he most definitely bedded at bay. 

Your lesson was once again interrupted, only this time not by your daydreaming. Rather it was jolted into silence by the sound of sharp, loud knocks on the classroom door. A member of the Einherjar peeked through the threshold. "Madame Adrianna, I apologize profusely to have to cut your lesson short. The King has ordered to see Lady Y/N." 

His words immediately brought you to your feet, apologizing to your instructor for having to take your leave so hastily. But when the King orders one's presence, one is obligated to make haste. You walked as fast as your legs could take you toward the throne room, pausing only when you heard some of the Allfather's chambermaids speaking of his current predicament.

"Odin's fallen to the Odinsleep," you muttered to yourself, your pace slowing. "Meaning that he is not King at the moment. It is not he who ordered my presence. And Thor's been banished to Midgard, which means--" 

You stopped in your tracks as the realization dawned on you. You had been heading to the throne room under the assumption that it was Odin who summoned you, when really it was…

"Loki," you exhaled his name in a panic, turning around and running toward his chambers. 

When you arrived at his chambers the palace guards stationed outside immediately opened his doors, announcing your presence. You stepped inside, walking a path all too familiar to you toward his study, puzzled to find no one there. After a few moments of roaming each area of his chambers and calling out his name, you found him in his bed chamber, sitting mutely on a chaise and holding Gungnir in  his hands.

"Would you prefer to be called Your Majesty or My King?" you called out in the most lighthearted tone  you could manage. In truth you were doing everything in your power to remain seemingly unfazed because the mere notion of calling him "My King" had you feeling the unmistakable pooling of arousal between your legs. 

His deep chuckle didn't help alleviate that growing ache one bit. "You know that I will always prefer you call me by my own name, darling. But if you insist on using my title, then I would prefer 'My King'," he answered you with a playful smirk, the ache in your core intensifying. "Y/N, I must tell you something. Before the entirety of Asgard hears of my new station and it reaches your ears in a manner beyond my control." His gaze met yours with a pleading look before his eyes began to darken as he roamed your form, biting his lip as he did.

"Alright out with it," you said with an exaggerated sigh, a pitiful attempt to mask how your heart constricted at the sight of what he'd just done. He looked back at you with furrowed brows as you explained, "You always make fun of me on Etiquette Day because I have to wear a dress, so go on. Out with it." You righted your stance animatedly for added effect. "With respect, of course. My King." 

"Is it already the fourth day of the week?" he murmured. "Truthfully, Y/N, I'd forgotten without the presence of my oaf of a brother constantly reminding the entire palace that it is 'his day'," he said the final part in his best impression of Thor, making you burst out in laughter. When he rose to his feet and placed Gungnir to stand against the wall, your heart caught in your throat once more, making it difficult to breathe especially when he strode toward you and framed your face gently with his large hands. "No jokes today, darling," he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "You look divine. As you always do." 

You found it impossible think clearly when he was standing this close to you, touching you as he was now, speaking words of such tenderness that your mind began to wander off and speculate on whether this was how he'd speak to those women that he romanced in the leisure inns he frequented. That line of thinking left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing you step back from him. 

"So erm…" You cleared your throat, trying desperately to mask how flustered he'd made you over the last few moments. "What was it you wished to tell me? Surely you did not send an Einheri to extract me from my ever captivating etiquette classes with Madame Adrianna simply to tell me that I do not look like a complete jester today." 

"Darling you never look like a jester." His tone almost sounded stern, as if he did not appreciate the wording you'd chosen to describe yourself. He stepped toward you again, taking your hands in his. "I know of the talks in the palace regarding the places that I visit when night befalls the realm." 

You sighed sharply, exasperated already with where the conversation was about to turn. "Loki I know  about your time in the leisure inns. The palace staff, the soldiers, they all run on gossip mongering to get through their daily drudgeries. I've already heard that you're seen there frequently, this isn't new information to me. You really need not go into lurid detail--"

"You don't know everything, Y/N," he cut you off, the desperation in his voice evident now. "The things you're about to hear from everyone around you, about what I do when I go there--"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Loki," you spoke, pulling your hands out of his hold and firmly gripping his forearms to make him listen to you. "I care not to hear about the things you've done to these women in these places. That is entirely your business and you need not make it mine--"

"I haven't done anything!" His raised tone caused you flinch the slightest, the irritation on his face fading into a mix of regret and pain once he noted your reaction. "I haven't ever done anything…with anyone," he elaborated more slowly, more calmly. "Those are the revealing truths that will be spread around like wildfire once it's been announced that I've become King. That information was never quite as scandalous before because I was not heir, let alone King; now people will wield that knowledge like a weapon because--"

"Because who would respect a ruler that never even experienced something as basic as laying with another," you breathed out, the confusion rife in your tone. "I don't understand, though. All this time in the leisure inns and you were--"

"Spectating," he answered quietly, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring his expression. "Observing. Learning." Your pulse beat violently against your neck as you watched his gaze flicker to your lips. "Fantasizing," he finished, shifting his gaze to meet yours.

You scoffed in disbelief. "Fantasizing?" you repeated. "Why in the Nine would you be fantasizing when you could have any woman in the realm that you desire?" 

He began to walk you backward until your back was pressed against a column, your breathing coming out staggered and shaky as he let go of your hands, now resting one at the curve of your waist and the other cupping your jaw, his fingers gently weaving their way into your hair. "Because I've only ever desired one woman all my life. And I've tried to be content with simply being her friend. Her best and dearest friend," he hissed, the shock sinking in with every word he uttered.

Could it be possible? you thought to yourself. 

"But if the truth is to come out about my experiences, or in my case my lack thereof, then I suppose this truth should come out as well." He placed his thumb against your lips, leaning in until your noses were touching. "I spectate at those couples and I fantasize that it's us. That I am the one eliciting such lustful noises from you. That it is my name you scream and sigh when  your pleasure crests and tapers." 

Coherent thoughts had escaped you as you processed his words, your mind filled with the possibilities of the fantasies he'd conjured in his vast imagination. "Why--" you choked out, barely able to even form words. "Why'd you never--"

"You deserve the best that the Nine has to offer," he said simply. "I am not--I simply am not. But I needed you to hear the truth from me now before anyone else's words may have reached your precious little ears." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I desire you, darling Y/N. For as long as I could remember all I've longed was to be yours. And to make you mine in return." 

He rested his forehead against yours as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and pressed your body flush against his, making you let out a sharp gasp as you felt his hardening member pressing against your lower stomach. "What if--" you breathed out, struggling to form words. "What if that sentiment was returned?" 

You could feel his hand tracing up the laces at the back of your dress, his breathing as labored and as heavy as yours. "Then there is one final truth to reveal." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking his next words against your skin. "I want it to be you. I crave for you to be my first. My only." He pressed another kiss to your skin. "Ever since we were mere children sparring with wooden weapons because we were not strong enough or big enough to lift real blades. Since then I've only longed for you." 

His words felt like a dream to you. They didn't feel real. To hear him say that all this time your feelings had been returned? That the centuries past had been spent with you both in states of longing, never knowing until today that the other had felt the same? The elation felt too exquisite to be real. Perhaps it wasn't.

"Am I dreaming?" you breathed out, feeling your body begin to grow faint as you kept striving to process the situation, becoming more and more overwhelmed with his proximity, his touch, his scent. As if he were flooding all your senses. "This doesn't feel real. All this time?" You grew heady with the feel of him pressing more kisses to your skin, his hold on you tightening by the slightest, pressing himself even closer to you if that were even possible. "We've squandered so much time." 

Those words seemed to set something in him alight as he tilted his head enough that the next kiss he gave you was to your lips. And the moment your lips finally met it felt as if electricity had spread throughout the entirety of your body, as if you were finally jolted to life after merely existing for so agonizingly long. 

You stayed there for what felt like hours, your tentative kisses increasing in passion and desperation, as if you were trying to compensate for all the wasted centuries with each touch of your lips. Your little whimpers turned more and more lustful as his hands roamed your body, and even more so the moment his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place when his mouth slanted over yours and his tongue slid against yours. 

"I've longed for you, too," you managed to say as you gasped for breath when you both finally pulled away and he proceeded to press tender kisses to your neck. "Please," you said in a whimper as he found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and proceeded to lightly suck on the spot, making you arch your neck toward him. "Make me yours," you sighed as he hummed a sound of contentment against your skin.

"You must tell me if I hurt you, Y/N. Promise me," he pleaded as his hands went to the back of your dress, fumbling along the lacing and beginning to undo the ties. You could only smile sweetly at him for his concern as he went on. "I've read that…that it could hurt. I don't want to hurt you, I love you--" He caught himself too late and his eyes widened in sheer horror as he watched yours start tearing up. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that--"

"I love you, too," you said hurriedly, as if the words couldn't escape you fast enough.  You pulled him towards you to kiss him again before telling him, "You need not worry about hurting me. You can't." Tears welled in your eyes as you explained further. "You won't be my first. And because of that you cannot be my only. But I want you to be my last." 

At that moment he finally successfully untied and unlaced the bodice of your dress, a victorious grin adorably pulling at the corners of his mouth before he grasped your waist and pulled you flush against his body to kiss you decadently. He slowly, methodically, stripped you of your dress, placing his lips upon your skin as it was exposed to him. 

Once your dress and smallclothes hit the floor of his bed chamber he took a step back, taking in your naked form. "Exquisite," he breathed out, reaching out to tuck his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up at him. "I would like to show you what I've learned. If you'll let me." 

All air left your lungs as you mutely nodded your response and with a wave of his hand, the leather and metal of his armor disappeared in a flash of green, baring himself to you. "I wanted to do that," you mumbled with a playful pout.

"Next time, my love," he chuckled before placing a kiss on your lips, lifting you so easily into his arms as he carried you to his bed. Once he had you laid out before him on the mattress, he hovered over you, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss. "Do I need to ready you?" he asked tentatively.

You'd felt him faintly earlier but you couldn't quite give him a sure answer. "Let me see you." He stepped back to allow you to peruse him in all his glorious nakedness. You took a moment to appreciate his lithe form, the power emanating from the well-defined but not bulky muscles all throughout his torso and arms, before letting your gaze travel down. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in such an unflattering sound as you laid your eyes on his erection. "Yes," you blurted out in a mix of shock and panic. "If you don't you might actually hurt me." 

Though you were no stranger to the experience of laying with another, you were most definitely not experienced in sharing a bed with someone so…well-equipped. You had no doubts that if he tried to enter you as you were now, the stretch alone would ensure you would be walking rather uncomfortably the following morning. 

He stepped toward the bed once more and tentatively touched  his fingers to your ankle, his soft touch trailing up the entire length of your leg until they met the outside of your folds. You bit your lip as he teasingly ran his fingers lightly along, refusing to push any further. At the risk of his mischievous nature getting the better of him, you decided to goad the god. "I believe this is the part where you show me what you've learned from the last few centuries, my King." 

Loki simply smirked at you as he pressed further against your folds, gasping softly once his digits made contact with your wet, heated core. "Oh, my darling Y/N…" he breathed, his touch becoming firmer as he slowly stroked up the length of your slit until he had your hips jerking violently against his touch once his digits met the aching and swollen bundle of nerves above your entrance.

"Fuck!" you cried out with an obscene moan as he guided his movements based on how your body reacted to him. You watched with widened eyes as he sunk to his knees, bringing his face level to your sex, your pleasured screams echoing around the room when he licked into your entrance before latching his lips onto your clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub.

Your breathing grew labored as he placed his free hand on your inner thigh, holding you open for him to continue his attentions before placing that same leg over his shoulder and giving you no escape from his mouth. The god had you letting out a sound that could only be described as a squeak once you felt his fingers return to your heated passage and push their way inside, prodding and scissoring at your walls. 

Norns, he'd learned this simply from watching? You couldn't dare imagine how thoroughly he would surely destroy you once he'd memorized every minute reaction of your body to his actions. Once he'd had enough time to practice and he'd learned how to play your body like a virtuoso with an instrument. 

When you could feel the coil tightening in your body, your walls clenching unashamedly around his fingers, you whimpered a broken plea of his name. "I--I'm…I'm--" 

"Shh, darling," he spoke against you, the vibrations from his voice pushing you ever closer to completion. "I've got you," he said before giving you a wicked grin and once again closing his lips over your clit and resuming his pace, his digits now moving as if they were searching for that spot inside of you that would push you over the edge. And then he curled his fingers, finding that very spot and setting your body aflame once again.

You yelled his name with a salacious moan as you arched your back off the bed and came on his fingers. All that you could utter were whimpered utterances of his name and how you loved him while he shamelessly lapped at your release as you came down from your high. 

When you felt you could think coherently again, you breathed out, "You are going to absolutely ruin me, do you know that?" He didn't answer you; instead, he hovered over you once more and lined the tip of his shaft to your still clenching entrance, pressing his lips to your neck as he pushed his way inside you in slow, careful thrusts.

"Oh Y/N. My dear heart," he rasped in your ear. "That isn't even the beginning of what I've learned in these last few centuries." He let out a staggered cry of your name once he'd fully sheathed himself in you as you uttered a broken moan. "Are you alright, my love? Have I hurt you?" he asked frantically, pressing tender kisses to your cheek and temple. 

"No," you whimpered. "You're perfect. Absolutely devastatingly perfect." You pressed a fevered kiss to his shoulder, your heart swelling at the turn of events today had taken. He let out a sigh of audible relief, his breath ruffling the fringe hairs at the crown of your head, before pressing one more kiss to your temple and beginning to move in a slow, tender pace. 

"You feel sublime," he whispered through staggered breaths. "I'm sorry I won't--"

"It's okay," you cooed, weaving your fingers through his raven hair and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Lasting longer comes with practice. At least I think it does. Just let go." You tilted your head so your lips could meet in a breathless, impassioned kiss. "I've got you." 

You moaned into each other's mouths as his pace staggered, hips jerking uncontrollably against yours as you felt him spilling his seed into you. Then your eyes snapped open as you felt his hand slowly reach between you and start rubbing against your already overstimulated clit, sending you past the brink of your own ecstasy as well. 

With a final exhale, he pulled out of you and dropped unceremoniously beside you onto the bed, his arm reaching over to pull you into a sated embrace. As his chest heaved trying to catch his breath, his eyes met yours, filled with unmistakable elation as he breathed the words, "Marry me." 

You instinctively wanted to sass him about proposing to the first woman he laid with, but you stopped yourself as you took into consideration the words he'd said earlier. This situation wasn't the type to be questioned with 'Already?', but rather the type to be concluded with 'Finally'. Centuries of both of you spent believing that your love had been one-sided…you knew there was only one correct response.

"Yes." As he leaned into press his lips to yours, however, you simply couldn't resist. "My King." 

A/N: I remember seeing a comment a long time ago in another fic (not sure if it was here or on AO3) that there's only a very small selection of Virgin!Loki fics to choose from, and truly I hope this piece is a worthy addition to that group of stories. (But if it's not, don't tell me I cry easily--)

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[terry-perry]

What if steve has a sister reader and Shes dating thor and shes a short vers super soildier :3

I hope it's okay I altered this request

Even though you were Steve's baby sister, you were the one who was always looking out for him

You both had each other's back after your mom died

Not walking away from a fight was a trait you both shared

Bucky looking out for the both of you

And like Bucky, trying your best to convince Steve not to enlist when WWII approaches

You, yourself, decide to volunteer as a nurse's aide to help wounded soldiers

You could've stayed behind to help Steve at the local factory, but you knew your brother

You knew once he put his mind on something, he wouldn't rest until he got what he wanted

Sure enough, he was able to get himself in the Army

You wrote to him and Bucky constantly, wanting to make sure everything was okay

You also kept them up-to-date with your own stuff

You told them about the staff you worked with, the soldiers who actually had the strength to flirt with you as you dressed their wounds

Growing up with Steve and Bucky taught you the best ways to reject them luckily

But then you came across a certain someone who had many of the nurses giggling

He didn't look to be too injured as you saw him on his cot and he greeted you with a booming, accented voice

He was handsome, that you knew

He certainly thought so, judging from the overconfident grin he gave when complimenting you

Imagine his surprise when the only thing you replied with was how he looked well enough to be discharged. Which is good because the hospital was limited on resources

Thor became drawn to you afterwards

He just couldn't believe the way you rejected him

He came to Earth as a bet he made with his friends and a way to entertain himself with a few Midgardian women

Normally he'd be gifted with a slap or drink in the face if his advances weren't welcomed

You didn't even bother to look at him and treated him like anyone else

The nerve!

He noticed the way you tended to the needs of those who actually needed your attention

Your work came first, he realized as he saw what a natural caretaker were

So he went for a different approach

With Loki and Fandral's assistance, he conjured up a background for himself

A charming soldier from London who came from old money who's taking the time to heal before being shipped off once again

He apologizes to you for his forwardness, wanting to make it up to you with drinks at a bar nearby

You wanted to say no right away, but there was just something about him that seemed more sincere than the last interaction

Didn't help that your girl friends kept pushing you to have a night off, especially with this handsome stranger

You were glad you gave in after you had drinks and danced the night away

He was not only handsome, but also funny and surprisingly a gentleman

You talked until the early hours of the morning, bonding over your backgrounds

Specifically how you both do what you can for your brothers

You couldn't get enough of talking to him

Which is why a part of you was actually a little sad when he told you he had to leave so he can prepare to be shipped off

You asked him if he'll write to you

He promised you he would, almost looking as sad as you while doing so

That was the last you ever heard of him

Thor, meanwhile, found out about you again through Steve in 2012

Steve told him about how his sister knew a Thor Odinson in '42

Thor was confused about it until Steve revealed your name

He asked about you then, wanting to know how you've been

According to Steve, you actually met the man who would be your husband at the hospital you volunteered at

You ended up having two kids

You passed away about a decade ago, leaving them behind along with your many grandkids

Thor always regretted not going back to see you

He's at least happy you got to have a good life

Perhaps he should ask Steve to tag along the next time the Super Soldier goes to see your family

[pixelpaladin24]

//Ohhh you just used a gif I posted but let me in on this-

You can't just dismiss his emotional state in the first Thor and the trauma he went through just like that. This does not make things better for anyone but if one ever had an identity crisis like he did, I'm sure that person would also snap like a twig like Loki did.

Let me talk about stuff! This is not a defensive post - I acknowledge that yes, he did bad things, and I do not look at him and think 'he's uwu babe'. I still want to talk about it. (It forces me out of my grief and that's good actually, thank you for the opportunity.)

But he did very much try to kill his brother when he was just a human

Yes, he did try to kill Thor. He had the intention, of course he did, to get rid of the favourite son.

"I remember a shadow, living in the shade of your greatness."

The one who always was fucking perfect and always was preferred and loved and cherished by a father he tried to impress, while he was tossed in the background. This happens AFTER Loki even knew why is that. And how does Thor treat him all the time in their previous interactions? It is not wise to be in my company now brother. Know your place brother. Shut the fuck up brother while I speak with Heimdall, you don't know shit. The W3 keep mocking him and Thor doesn't give a shit. Loki tries HARD to save them on Jötunheim and not get into a fight. Does Thor give a shit? No. He rather starts a fight that kills hundreds of Jötuns and Fandral is pretty much fatally injured and they all nearly die and Thor just kept fucking fighting without giving a shit - if Odin hadn't arrived to stop it, they would've died. And the bitter pill is nobody wants to swallow is that Loki saved them indirectly. As he's told he did before too in the deleted before the coronation scene in which him saving their skins is dismissed as 'tricks'. You can't overlook these things entirely because it builds into the hate and resentment he starts to feel at the end.

He did let an enemy agent into not just Asgard but the king’s palace, and THEN threatened his co-conspirators with genocide

Look, we're talking about a man who'd been raised by ODIN. In myth Loki is bad enough but the biggest mofo is Odin. Again, you can't dismiss the context and background in the MCU world either. Loki wanted to prove himself to Odin that he doesn't give a damn about Jötunheim and his own flesh and blood BECAUSE ODIN GROOMED HIM TO BE LIKE THAT. All the hatred towards Jötuns COMES FROM HIS FAMILY. Everyone around him hates Jötuns - he's surrounded by people who do: his father, mother, brother, his brother's friends. Then he learns - BY ACCIDENT!!! - he's one of those everyone hates.

Do you think it wouldn't drive anyone insane?

Also funny thing - he let warriors in the Vault because he meant good for Asgard and seriously, his fears are fucking justified not ten minutes later when Thor rushes in Jötunheim and causes a fucking war. People LOVE to forget this little detail. When Loki realises that this banishes Thor (let's not talk about how this was just a lesson to be learned and Thor was pardoned after slaughtering tons of Jötuns, haha, yeah who remembers that anyway? He's worthy of Mjölnir, yay! He's back! Loki fell in the abyss and pretty much died a horrible death BUT LET'S CELEBRATE THOR IS BACK) - Loki tried very soon to unfuck the mess he made by 1. Trying to stop Thor and 2. Telling the guard where will they go and warn Odin to stop them - he even tries to speak up Thor's behalf only to get yelled at by Odin without even being listened to but yeah let's just overlook how generally mistreated he is.

His hatred for his own kind bled into him through Odin and Frigga who didn't tell him what he is. Don't you think this is shameful? To raise a child to hate the 'monsters' of Jötunheim, knowing he is one of them and kidnapping him with the plan to unite realms... he thought that if he openly judged Jötuns and tricked and killed their King (his biological father?!), he'd get what he wanted. We all know all that he got from Odin was no, Loki (???) as he was hanging between Thor and death.

He made a shit mistake, yes. To protect Asgard. He didn't know it'd cause a war, it'd banish Thor, it'd reveal who he is and it'd force Odin to fall into the Odinsleep BUT

He did usurp the throne of Asgard (twice- once by getting Thor banished and once by deposing the king)

He did NOT usurp the throne of Asgard WHEN Odin falls into the Odinsleep because FRIGGA HERSELF GIVES HIM GUNGNIR TO RULE

He's really shocked by that too. Then the W3? Dismiss the authority he'd been given by Frigga, the Queen, by the way. They ask for Odin or Frigga or anyone but him. At that point he's the KING BY RIGHT. They conspired against the rightful King and got away with it without any sort of punishment, by the way. (So did Heimdall.)

The second time yes, he did usurp the throne and what did he do? Think about it. Thor walks over at the start of Ragnarök saying he does nothing but look at it from the realms' view: was Odin in the right state to rule after he lost Frigga and yelled, broken, they'd fight until the last man?? Loki didn't plunge Asgard into a fucking chaos and war as Odin wanted to - he wanted to avoid that so bad he rather took over when he had the chance.

Does it make it less bad? I don't know, let's ask all the families that would've been torn apart if Asgard went straight into a war because their King was grieving and he wanted to die.

He did try to conquer earth

No.

First, he was canonically mind controlled by Thanos. We've made shitloads of posts on that when he arrives on Earth the first time at the end credits of Thor 1 he has the same burn marks on his forehead as Thor in IW... indicating Thanos pretty much tortured him to break him in and do what he wanted Loki to do. Gods please just fucking look at him when he arrives, shaking, doubling over, dehydrated, starved-

Also let's look at the thing from this point of view: Tony put it best because he said Loki 'made it personal'. By taking the fight to the helicarrier and killing Coulson he BROUGHT THE AVENGERS TOGETHER. I'm sure we'll see in the series what happens if he doesn't do that - because then there're NO Avengers protecting the realm. Loki knew what he was doing - just as Selvig did ('I built in a flaw' basically) - he knew the Chitauri had to be stopped as well as Thanos and he had to barge in and smash the Avengers in the face to get their attention.

He learned shitloads from Clint how they tried to make a group of remarkable warriors and he had to be threatened by the Other to keep his word - the best course of action was to bring the Avengers together. He couldn't let those who tortured him, win.

He also knew Thanos won't stop so Earth really needed to level the fuck up because we were, as Fury said, hilariously defenseless and outmatched.

And we also saw Loki was brought up like "A wise king never seeks out war, but he must always be ready for it."

At least Odin taught him one thing he remembered later, too.

He also stole items from a sealed weapons vault twice, although I will forgive the 2nd bc he was literally going to start Ragnarok and that’s something that may effect even an Infinity Stone

First time: he didn't steal it. He was named King by Frigga, remember? That makes him authorised to take whatever he wanted to take from the Vault. He wasn't simply named a counselor, he was literally named King. Big difference.

Second time: I know you said you forgive that but I have to point it out... when Ragnarök came out and saw that scene I instantly knew you could use the SPACE STONE to teleport. And I was proven right TWICE. First in IW when he pulled it out from his sleeve and second in Endgame when he made a run for it.

Loki is a powerful magician and MCU dulled his abilities to nothing but I think it would've been hard even for him to magic himself from burning Asgard to a moving ship. For fuck's sake he saved his own life there. I WOULD'VE DONE THE SAME.

Someone before me in another post put it flawlessly:

If anyone else took the cube, it would've been logical - but if Loki does it, it's suspicious and bad.

Just thinking about how even after having usurped his authority, Loki gives Heimdall the opportunity to walk away peacefully by merely exiling him, Heimdall rejects it in the most dramatic way possible by trying to take off Loki’s head, and Loki still allows him to go on living.

Thinking about how Sif and the Warriors 3 talk down to Loki even as he’s standing over them as king; go on to betray him in so dramatic a fashion that he winds up attempting suicide and falling into the hands of a genocidal cult; repeatedly threaten to kill him with no provocation while he’s in freaking handcuffs, and he still saves them from facing any serious consequences for their treason.

Thinking about how Thor has spent centuries belittling and intimidating Loki and has made it very clear that he has no love left for him and doesn’t even consider him his brother anymore; has never once tried to understand Loki’s POV or how things got so messed up between them; tells him repeatedly that he doesn’t trust him and twice uses Frigga’s memory to manipulate or cause him pain, and Loki still risks both his life and his potential freedom to save not only Thor himself but also the mortal girlfriend he’s just finished telling Thor isn’t worth getting attached to.

Thinking about how Odin stripped Loki of his identity and his culture for personal/political gain; lied to him about it his entire life; raised him to despise his own race; withheld his approval at every turn, even as Loki was dangling over an abyss with tears streaming down his face; literally told him to be grateful he hadn’t slaughtered him as an infant, before hypocritically sentencing him to eternity in the dungeons and making a point to rub it in his face that he’ll never see the one person he ever felt loved by again; sent an impersonal guard to inform him that she was gone forever; I’M SURE THERE ARE SEVERAL OTHER OFFENSIVES I’M MISSING HERE, BUT THERE ARE SO MANY MY BRAIN CAN’T EVEN KEEP TRACK OF THEM ALL. And still, the worst Loki does is wipe his memories and leave him in a retirement home on Earth with every expectation that he’ll be well cared for until the end of his days.

*sigh* Just thinking about Loki.