#i miss writing loki but i have no idea how to write loki anymore

[mgnifique-tion]

— human reaction.

summary || ``you’re starting to wonder if attending work after your day-off was a mistake.``

pairing: 2012!loki x gn!scientist!reader song recommendations: tesseract - cix (p.s. check out seunghun on build-up rn!) lowercase is intended… part: 1/?

— themes and warning/s: open-ended, enemies to potential lovers (for sure, they will be lovers soon), NOT a stand-alone one shot ;) wink wink, bossy loki, y/n being somewhat a dumb human being (heroism)

— a/n: hi! back with another loki au this march and guys, this is not a phase– IT’S NOT A PHASE, MOM! (corny? i graduated with that course in the university of the cornyology – i’m not even done with g12 lmfao wtf am i saying) anywho, i miss him. i literally rewatched the avengers for him and i'm not even active w the mcu anymore. i actually have a lot of other pending drafts from my main acc (@mgnifiqueyoo - follow me there :3) and so many unfinished IMPORTANT work from real life but like i thought of a line and now, i just HAVE to write it or it's outta my head so here u go. lmao. enjoy!

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“... oh my god.”

that was all you could mutter under your breath the moment you saw the rest of your co-workers controlled by that thing the alien held in his palm. you didn’t show up to work yesterday since you were just taking the final steps in finishing that project of yours.

what was the project? the hypercryogenic station.

and now, after a long day of ignoring your texts and calls, you ended up going to work, which happened to be a terrible idea. better yet, a horrible mistake. “... excuse me?” you took small steps, nearing the towering male as he just stood still, not facing you. all of your friends were doing his commands without any questions and you knew that clint barton would never do any of this!

but he did anyway. and you had to know why.

“what did you do with them?” you asked, demanding for answers as you heard him let out an almost inaudible chuckle only to be followed by a deep, low snicker. the alien slowly turned around and looked you straight in the eye, sweat pouring down his face with a sharp glare while his teeth ground against each other.

he was just terrifying, how else could you leave the facility without getting killed?

“oh, is that supposed to matter?” the alien mocked, later glancing at the staff he held before looking back at you, his smirk disappearing little by little. “... you must be horrified, aren’t you?”

of course you were, who wouldn’t be horrified when they see something like this? 

but before he could even get closer to you, he suddenly stumbled. that wasn’t something you expected since you assumed that he was a powerful being out of this world after seeing that wardrobe choice but he showed… weakness? it’s hard not to take note of it for future purposes.

you then cleared your throat and asked, “are you okay?”

but he said nothing in return, tense and trembling with every step. he had a maniacal look on his face as if he couldn’t control his actions; he seemed like he was enduring something that was hurting him inside.

and that got you thinking what else was happening with the man in front of you. “so, that’s a no?” 

“you’re the expert,” he said, “you’re the one blessed with knowledge over what it is that’s happening to me now.”

you frowned. you definitely had no idea what was going on with him and you were planning on leaving him to himself when he surprisingly grabbed your wrist. “heal me,” he pleaded, breathing in and out rapidly as you felt the burning heat that surrounded his palm, which led to that moment of realization.

“i… i don’t know how–,” you were then cut-off by him tilting his head to the project: the hypercryogenic station. if you ever had a scanner around you, his heat signature would be all over the place because of how high his temperature was. “but the station hasn’t even been tested yet and it could be dangerous for you and for all of us!”

the alien shook his head frantically, not letting any excuses get into his way. “if you don’t help me right now…” his breath hitched as the tip of the scepter was pointed at your chest, right at your heart. “you won’t be living for long.”

and that made you take so many steps, assisting him in the station as you closed the door. “you can’t be in there for more than a minute, it’s highly dangerous and i’m telling you, we haven’t done any tests yet–”

“just begin with the process.” his voice had gotten lower, hoarser with every moment that passed as you felt your heart race quicker. you knew that if you made a mistake, somebody like barton would kill you; there was no way out.

so the gears started running and you watched how the glass windows of the station had fogged up. your life’s work was being used by an unknown entity who took over the minds of your co-workers. your friends.

you couldn’t help but cry silently, biting your nails while you stood a meter away from the finished project. how could a five-year plan get wasted? to this unreadable, tyrannic humanoid? you can’t even breathe well.

and once the process was done, the station’s doors slid apart, creating a path for the man inside. when he stepped out of it, he didn’t even seem affected by it. all normal and human-like as if he had only bathed himself in some snow and not in an actual blizzard.

but colder than his skin was his gaze toward you, the scepter staring back at you as well, watching the way you took a few steps away from him.

“who are you?” you asked, your eyes glued to the scepter rather than his face, which caused him to get agitated.

in return, the tip of the scepter’s blade touched your chin, tilting your head up so that you could look at him. “i am loki of asgard,” he introduced with a deranged grin as you heard the way his breath hitched, overwhelmed and proud with how he spoke to you. 

that was enough to make you take another step back but his hand grabbed your arm like a lock, fastened so tightly that it made everything worse for you. “what did you do with them?” you tilted your head to the blue-eyed agents now circling the entire room, which made loki laugh.

he truly was out of his mind. 

“i simply used them for a greater purpose,” he said back, letting out another chuckle as the scepter gleamed in response. it was in his complete control… they were all under his control.

how in the world can you run from this?

“let them go.” “oh, we’re getting heroic now, aren’t we?”

he mocked you shamelessly as if it wasn’t your invention that saved him from his visible misery – whatever it was that hurt him earlier.

“... well, i did save you.” you just had to let a bit of sass come out because it was true. however, loki didn’t seem to be fond of that and had read that as entitlement rather than a reminder of who did save him.

nonetheless, he lowered his weapon and laughed once more. “your little saving was merely necessary, mortal. i could’ve used that machine myself.” of course, he disregarded that tiny, little favour you did for him and decided that it’d be best to not even give out a little thank you.

but then, again, what do you expect from an aspiring alien tyrant?

“but you couldn’t because i programmed it for my access only,” you continued the conversation, stating the truth right in front of him. that was your life’s work… you still couldn't believe that it was firstly used by some tall man with a scepter and emerald drapes. “besides, that thing you used wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.”

there was long silence once again… perhaps, even longer than moments of silence you had earlier when your eyes scanned over the rest of the place.

almost the entirety of the facility was led by loki. horrifyingly brainwashed by that scepter.

“fair enough,” he admitted, “but you wouldn’t be breathing if i hadn’t given you the chance.”

“... do you want me to thank you? for this?” “giving thanks means nothing. i need something much more than that.”

you crossed your arms, gulping as you still tried to make yourself seem as if you had the upper hand. an imaginary upper hand, perhaps? although you had put on that mask, loki knew you were afraid of what he could do to you. 

if this is only a preview of the damage he’s capable of causing, just how could you survive while being opposed to him?

“i could…” he trailed off, smirking to himself as he circled the station, his palm touching its painted and carved surface while the scepter glowed in his other hand. “hm… i could do the same to you. put your talent to use like the others.”

and you readied yourself, closing your eyes as your once crossed arms dropped to your sides, hopeless and left without a sign of help. “but you have not attacked me once,” he said with a tone of interest, diverting his attention from the opportunity of just controlling you like a mindless servant and rather feeling positive about a different, riskier path. “and you’ve saved me. willingly. no control needed.”

he walked towards you, breathing heavily and letting out a low chuckle. “do you know what gift you have, dr. l/n?” he questioned, expecting you to know the answer as he tilted your head upwards again with the end of the scepter. one wrong push and you could bleed to death; he was being careful with you still.

after all, you were a great addition to his plans.

“humanity, l/n.” he proudly stated, now lowering his weapon as your heart raced. never did you fear death until now, especially when your life would fade to grey without the knowledge of what’ll happen next. to the world and the people around you. “you’ve got so much humanity in you that your best choice was to save a dying god. it’s foolish, l/n. how could you be so brilliant but foolish?–”

“are you done?” you had enough of it, still staring at one corner as you saw how your friend’s eyes still gleamed in blue, manipulated by the god standing right in front of you while the remaining lights of the facility shone over his prepped quiver, ready to attack whenever, however.

and of course, the god of mischief was indeed offended by that. “... you’re so brave, it’s idiotic.” he laughed, shaking his head as if you both had been joking with one another and you felt the heat rush up your head; you didn’t want this. you just wanted your friends to be set free – your world to be set free from this being. 

“what do you desire in return?” “for you to stop whatever you’re planning here, my lord.”

even though loki knew you were being sarcastic, he just admired the way it rolled off your tongue. “you do know that does not equate to what you’ve done for me and you might want to do something more for me if you’d want that to happen,” he said, denying your request with a snicker. “but of course, i still appreciated your service earlier so how about i offer you something else?”

he’s cheating, you thought.

“in exchange of your little saving, it’ll be guaranteed that not one of us would lay a finger on you…” he paused, hiding the scepter behind his back as you tilted your head to the side. were you even hearing this correctly? that was too low. “and you would be shielded from any harm as well.”

but can you do anything about it? no. “is that good enough for you, my little savior?”

you had to think about it for longer than a second. why only a second, you may ask? well, does it look like you still have enough time to decide perfectly? the world is at stake; you had to give an answer now or worse destruction could happen.

“fine,” you uttered, firmly extending your hand towards him as he only stared back at your empty, shaking palm. “i’ll do whatever it takes to free this world from you.”

“that’s laughable.” “we’ll see, your majesty.”

[divine-knight-hand]

Worshiping the Masterpiece

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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki’s lover finally gains the courage to ask him about his Jotun form. When he lets her see it, she takes the moment as an opportunity to help him do a little confidence building… by kissing… and touching… and praising…

Content Warnings: Sub!Loki (but hints of him being a switch), Soft Dom!Reader, themes of insecurity, [heavy appreciation of] Loki in his Jotun form, handjob in front of a mirror, lots of praise, no oral (but just a little taste of cum!), and explicit consent

Notes: (Prepare for lengthy notes with mushy sentiments! Hehehe!)

Happy birthday, @sarahscribbles!!! I’m still pretty new-ish to this whole tumblr-fanfic-writer thing, and I ended up gravitating to her as one of the blogs I look up to the most (specifically in terms of Loki content). So, happy, happy, happy birthday, Sarah! Remember that your community loves you very much. May you get lots of presents, cake, and Loki love~

This piece was written as a contribution to her Birthday Celebration. I originally started writing using some of the prompts from the original post, but I soon lost motivation, only to remember that I had this idea on repeat in my mind sooooo long ago, and it resurfaced just in time for me to finally put it to paper. So, I didn’t end up using any of the prompts, after all. Maybe someday I’ll finish what I originally started for this challenge and post it anyways. Maybe…

All in all, it was kind of refreshing to be able to write a fic about Loki. I don't really write about him as much as I would like to, so this writing event gave me the perfect motivation to just jump right in. So, without further ado, here we go!

Word Count: 3,547

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Absolutely not.” Loki’s eyebrows furrowed at my daring request. “I refuse to burden you with that monstrous visage.”

Loki’s response to me asking to view his Jotun form again was that of pure terror. He sat next to me on our shared bed, eyes frantically avoiding mine. He seemed a lot more timid than his usual confident disposition allowed. His hands were folded over his lap, fidgeting out of obvious discomfort at the idea of me seeing him resemble a frost giant.

The first time I saw Loki in his Jotun form, it was an accident. He was taking me on a tour of the castle vault, and all was well until I was left to my own devices. I wandered around the vault, admiring the architecture, as well as the artifacts, when I found myself walking backwards into the stand that held the Casket of Ancient Winters atop it. Loki happened to be in perfect range to step in and catch it as I knocked it off its pedestal, at the cost of revealing his birth form.

Amidst the chaos his panic created, he didn’t notice me watching the way his skin changed, or admiring the raised marks that accompanied its cerulean hue. I knew Loki was born on Jotunheim–and I knew of all the trials and tribulations this fact created throughout his childhood–but I’d never even heard Loki so much as mention the possibility of having another form connected to his Jotun roots. This was new to me. He replaced the Casket and rushed out of the vault before I could even form the words to tell him how beautiful he looked. How odd…

Since that day, I was determined to see him change again. It was like an obsession to me, the way it was constantly on my mind. I had to see Loki’s Jotun form again. I just had to. Now that I’d seen it once, I knew there was a part of him that I wasn’t experiencing all this time. I felt that I was missing out on sharing something important with my lover, and that didn’t sit well with me.

There were times I tried to hint at it subtly, only to get confused and alarmed looks from him in return. I should have expected him to catch on. Nothing flies over the head of the God of Mischief. There wasn’t any point to beating around the bush anymore. I decided to finally outright ask him to change forms, and this was the exact reaction I feared.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” I asserted. “Nothing about you is monstrous. Nothing. Do you honestly think that I could love a monster?” Before he even had the chance to sarcastically respond to my rhetorical question, I beat him to it. “No, because I don’t.” I reached over and grabbed his hands in mine. “I love you, and I want to experience every part of you. Every single one. Because, I want to be able to love every single part of you.”

I could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he began to consider the idea. “I don’t believe you understand the true nature of my birth form.”

“Then show me.” I insisted. “Teach me everything I don’t know about you. Please… I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”

“You will regret this, love.” With a defeated sigh, Loki conceded.

He made sure to remove my hands from his before the familiar green flash of his seidr marked his transformation. My breath hitched at the sight of all the changes to his appearance.

His skin turned an icy blue, and his face sported markings in the form of raised lines. His eyes, formerly a similar blue, now watched me intently with a ruby red, awaiting my response.

“Loki,” I breathed, my heart swelling with the joy of finally being able to see him like this again. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He quickly looked away, ashamed. “As sweet as your lies sing to me, please don’t.”

“I would never lie to you.” I leaned in and slowly reached out my hand.

He flinched at first, but allowed me to cup his face, the chill of his skin cooling my hand. “How do you not hate this?”

“I’ve said, already,” I smirked at him. “I love you, and if this is you—which I know it is—then I love this, too.”

“But, I’m a monster…” Loki’s eyes began to glass over with tears, but none dared to spill over his cheeks.

“No, you’re not.” I leaned in until I could feel the chill radiating off of his face against my own. “You were only told that for far too long.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.” He sadly confessed.

My heart shattered for him. It wasn’t fair that he had to face horrible treatment just because of where he came from. Growing up, he was constantly dehumanized by his own father. Politics didn’t exactly allow Asgardians to empathize with Jotuns. Loki didn’t have a clue as to why he was treated so poorly his whole life until his adult years. No wonder he hid himself for so long. He didn’t deserve to live like that. Not at all. I was determined to make sure he would never experience that kind of pain again.

“That’s awful.” I frowned. “I promise you that I’ll make you feel loved, no matter what you look like.” I leaned in and pecked the tip of his nose. “I guarantee it.”

I brought my other hand up to cup the other side of his face before pulling him into a kiss. I felt him tense up for a moment, but a sudden chill on my back accompanied the motion of him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

When he deepened the kiss, it was colder than I expected it to be. Every point of contact I had with him sent a chill into my body, but I wasn’t cold. It was a comfortable chill. It was authentically Loki, and I wanted to explore this as far as I could go.

He pulled me onto him in a straddling position, our bodies crashing together as my hands wandered along the leather covering his back. I wanted to feel all of him. Since he swapped forms, it was like I fell in love all over again, and I was once again kissing him for the first time.

I was ravenous, wanting to touch as much of Loki as I could get my hands on, but I was also careful, fearing what could make him uncomfortable. My worries were put to rest when I felt a light twitch underneath me, and my own ache to have him began to build within me.

As we pulled apart, I left my hands cupped around his face, slowly tracing his markings with my thumbs. He’s just so beautiful~

“My desire for you could drive me to madness, darling.” He breathed, a smile ghosting his lips. “I do hope you’re aware.”

“I am.” I softly giggled.

“That being said, I have to have you, my dear.” His voice deepened to a growl. “Just give me a moment to return to my usual appearance.”

“Wait!” I interjected. “Why can’t I take you like this?”

“Are you off your rocker?!” Loki fired back, terror creeping back into his eyes.

“Maybe I am,” I retorted, “But I know that I want you like this, and you can’t change my mind on that.”

He just stared at me in utter shock, unmoving and unspeaking.

As the silence hung between us, an idea slowly crept into my mind. “There’s actually something I’d like to try, if you don’t mind.”

Loki let out a deep sigh, the shock in his expression lessening.“If you’re absolutely sure you want this, then I’ll be at your mercy. But, the moment something happens to you-”

“It won’t.” I cut in. “Because I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”

Loki frowned in disbelief, muttering, “Your optimism is dangerous.”

I stood up off of the bed, beckoning for him to follow me. “First, I want to see all of you. Would you mind stripping?”

“As you wish.” Loki lowered his head, his seidr removing his clothes with a flash.

I let out a soft gasp out of awe at the view. The icy hue continued from his head to his toes, as did the raised markings in his skin. They decorated his shoulders, chest, legs, and even his-

I felt arousal begin to pool between my thighs at the sight of his ornate length. “Loki…”

He looked back up at me, clearly anxious for my response. “Is this what you wanted?”

I quickly approached him and cupped his face in my hands, kissing him again. “It’s everything and more.” Loki’s cheeks blushed a light purple as I took him by the hand and led him across the bedroom to stand in front of a full-length mirror. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you with everything I have, just as I’ve always done.” He responded, and I just knew he was being genuine. I could almost feel it emanating from his words.

“Kneel, my love.” I softly commanded.

Loki knelt in front me, exactly where I placed him. I smiled warmly down at him, stroking his cheek before moving to sit right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the mirror.

I looked over his reflection, my eyes lingering at how he instinctively spread his thighs as he sat on his heels, allowing his semi-erect cock to hang in the middle of the sinful display. He was almost ready, and fully accessible to me. I felt my ache for him thrumming between my thighs, but I quickly refocused on my mission when I noticed that he refused to meet his reflection’s gaze, instead looking away from me and the mirror entirely.

“Look, Loki.” I lightly coaxed his face back towards the mirror by his chin. “Look at how beautiful you really are.” I dropped my other hand near his inner thigh. “May I?”

“Please,” I could see eagerness flash in his eyes as he glanced at my reflection before looking back at his own.

I began to lightly rub along his thigh, my heart fluttering at his resulting shiver. “I want you to see how perfect you are as you’re overcome with pleasure.” His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered again, and I paused my motions. “Watch.” I reminded him.

His eyes flew open at my command. “Yes, of course.”

“Yes, what?” I felt a proud smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Yes, mistress.” He corrected himself.

“There’s my sweet prince.” I sighed my praise as I resumed my motion on his thigh, noticing the twitch of his cock at my words. I began kissing him messily along his neck as my hand continued to tease him. When I brought my free hand up to trace the marks on his chest, I noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away.

“M- Mistress, please…” He let out a low moan. “Please, I need more…” A bead of precum gathered at the tip of his fully grown erection, which now began to shine with a deep blush of purple, similar to that of his cheeks.

I moved from his neck to whisper in his ear, “If you want it, then you’ll have it.” I stroked his face with my free hand. “A work of art like you deserves to be worshiped and praised.” I lightly nipped his ear. “And I’ve been blessed with the privilege to make sure that you are. Now, sit tight, my prince.”

I rose to my feet and moved, swift as the wind, to our dresser for lubricant to cover my hand with before returning to my original place with Loki in front of the mirror. “Tonight, I plan on fucking you with my hand, leaving your whole body on display for the both of us. I want you to see that you are no monster. You’re a masterpiece, and deserve to be treated as such.” I gave his shoulder a light squeeze with my free hand. “If you wish to stop at any time, you can always use our safe word. You remember it, don’t you?”

“I do.” His words were just above a whisper.

“Very good.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Then let’s begin.” I started to slowly stroke his cock with my lubricated hand, earning another shudder, accompanied by a contented sigh, from him. “I just have one rule for you…” Loki turned his head to look at me with curiosity before I softly turned it back to the mirror with my free hand. “You have to watch the whole time.”

“Ah- Mmm…” He let out a clipped moan before responding. “Yes, mistress.”

“Very good.” I slowly stroked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip before swirling my thumb in small circles on the head and stroking back to the base. Each time I teased the head, a small growl emanated from the back of his throat, only to crescendo into another moan when I stroked back down to the base.

I felt each of his markings against my hand with every stroke, and I wondered for a moment how they would feel against my inner walls. I felt arousal thrumming between my thighs again. Focus, damnit!

But, focusing was difficult. No matter how I looked at Loki, my eyes always returned to his elaborately decorated cock. It was as if I walked into an opulent dining room, only to end up staring at the shiny centerpiece all throughout dinner. It was the center of attention in an already artistic scene. I struggled to find the perfect words to convey these thoughts, so I kept my praise simple.

“You have such a pretty cock~” My words were a sultry whisper against his skin, accompanied by the kisses that I peppered along his jaw. “I can’t wait to pleasure it in every way I know how. Would you like that, my prince?”

“Y- Mmm… Yes, mistress.” Loki struggled to respond between moans.

“I would like that, too.” I peeked up at the mirror to make sure that he was still looking. He was. How obedient~

Not only was I filled with the pride of seeing him willing to do as he was told, but I also noticed the way his chest moved with each heavy breath he took, which it typically did when I dominated him. His breathing would grow labored as I teased him before he finally found the words—or word fragments—to beg me for more.

His hair also didn’t change. It tumbled down his angular face in its usual raven locks, the smallest of curls lying slick against his forehead as a sheen of sweat glued them there.

And just under it were his eyes. Though they shone a bright red, his pupils were blown wide with lust, leaving a sliver of red around the edges. Save for their usual blue color, his eyes looked exactly the same as they usually did. It was comforting to see that even though he changed, there were familiar parts of him to remind me that he was still my Loki.

Although, change is nice~ I thought as I allowed my free hand to roam his chest again, tracing the markings until I approached his hips. I reached down and began to fondle his balls, still keeping pace on his cock with my lubricated hand. His eyes were lidded as he quickly neared an ecstasy-born stupor. He used one of his hands to steady himself on the ground as the other wound into his hair, ruffling it with each pass he made with his fingers.

“Yes, I would love to please you.” I continued my earlier thought. “To worship you like the god you are. You deserve that. You deserve to have someone willing to offer you their service. Even as your mistress, I wish to satisfy you.” I sped up the pace of my hand on his cock, and a whimper escaped his throat. “You look so regal, my love. Do you see it? Do you see how, even as you sit bare in front of me, you still look elegant enough to sit upon the Asgardian throne?”

“N- no, mistress…” Loki’s voice cracked as he let out another moan.

“Hm. That’s unfortunate.” I mused. “Maybe someday I should suck you off as you’re seated upon it. I’m sure that would help you see what I see.”

Loki bucked his hips into my hand. “M- mistress…” His voice curled into a light sound that almost resembled a whimper. “Feels good… Feels so- Mmm… good…”

“It’s about time you felt something other than pain while showing this part of who you are.” I trailed kissed back up his neck to his ear before whispering, “You’re still watching?” I glanced at the mirror to see him still looking, just as I’d asked him to. “That’s my sweet prince. I’m so glad you’re heeding my directions tonight. This is all for you, after all.”

“Yes, mistress.” Loki gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure before they shot back open as he remembered my command. “M- Mistress…?”

“Yes, my love?” I felt a small surge of concern rush through me. “Is something wrong?”

The soft whine he let out clued me in to what was happening before he even responded. “I- I’m close… Mmm- May I cum? …Please?” His last plea was no more than a breathy whisper. He needed this. Desperately. And who would I be to deprive him of it?

“Cum for me, my prince.” I purred. “You’ve been so good tonight. You deserve to. Come on, show me how your pretty cock looks when it’s dripping with cum.”

“Ohhh, mistress… Ah-” Loki practically screamed my name as his eyes rolled back, ropes of cum painting his thigh in a milky white.

I helped him ride out his high as his cock twitched in my hand, spilling his seed. Every time I thought he’d finished, he’d release what seemed to be another load with a roaring moan and a full-body shiver. I just kept stroking his cock while softly kissing along his neck and praising him until the last of it slowly dripped out over my fingers and he was left panting.

“That’s it, my prince.” I sighed against his neck. “You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” I finally let go of his cock and brought my hand to my mouth to slowly lick the cum off of my fingers. “Mmm, and you taste so good~”

“Mmm, darling,” Loki’s voice wavered as he took on a cautionary tone. “If you carry on like that, I just might grow hard again.”

“Then I’ll have no choice but to take care of you again.” I playfully walked my now clean fingers up his shoulder. “And again… and again… and again…”

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled softly as our eyes moved back to the mirror in front of us.

I looked him over again, my eyes lingering over each part of him, almost as if my brain could take a snapshot his beauty. His hair was thoroughly ruffled, sweat shone on each curve of his skin, and his cock hung limply between his thighs once again, having spent its cum onto one of them. I watched as it began to slide down his thigh, following the raised markings before nearing the floor.

“You truly admire this, don’t you?” Loki’s question interrupted my thoughts.

“I do.” I answered without hesitation. “And I won’t be satisfied until you do, too.”

“You stubborn woman.” Loki lightly chuckled. “I will say, if this is the treatment my Jotun form entitles me to, then maybe it’s a sight I could get used to.”

I couldn’t keep back the cheesy grin my mouth curved into. “I’ll take it.” I crawled around him to sit between him and the mirror, holding my hands out to him.

He smirked and took my hands in his. “I feel compelled to thank you.”

I cocked my head in curiosity. “Hm? What for?”

He leaned closer to me, and I leaned in to meet him in the middle, electricity crackling in the air between us. “For loving the ugliest parts of me, and cherishing the things that I’ve only ever frowned upon.”

“Oh, Loki,” I squeezed his hand. “You take yourself too seriously. As soon as you stop criticizing yourself, I know you’ll lead a happier life.” I brought the same hand up to my lips to brush a soft kiss onto it. “Now, come on. You must be tired. Let me clean you up, and then we can cuddle for the rest of the night.”

“Of course.” Loki’s eyes conveyed a sweet sense of innocence… It was too sweet. He must have had other plans.

My suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in towards my ear and whispered. “Though, I believe I still have some dues to pay before we carry on with our night. Don’t you?”

I felt my ache for him quickly returning all at once. “Oh, you-”

Before I could finish my teasing remark, Loki had me trapped in another kiss.

[in-my-loki-feels]

I have to ask about Clint/Loki/Mobius for the WIP folders!!!

I'm so glad you did because I'm obsessed with this idea but have been quietly vibrating about it in my corner. 😆 So thank you for the ask! <3

I first teased this idea here.

The premise is: Clint (in his Ronin era) ends up in the custody of the TVA and runs into Loki and Mobius. Clint is furious that of all the people who died in the Snap (esp his family), Loki somehow survived (even though he was told by Thor he had died).

Loki is shocked because to him, it's felt like barely a couple of weeks since he was last in NY, working alongside Clint, who he may have formed an attachment to and definitely slept with. But Loki and Mobius are together at this point.

Whenever this is set, there's no pruning so it's not clear what to do with Clint, who is filled with a lot of anger and despair and a desperate need for that all to go away. Loki feels pulled between the feelings he still has for Clint and the desire to help him, and what he now has with Mobius, mixed with the shame of what he did in the past. Somehow, they end up in bed together.

In my head, there's a perfect fic in all of this that deals with grief and comfort and forgiveness and giving up control and being vulnerable with the person you love and trust who loves you regardless of your flaws. And it would be amazing if someone else wrote it and I could just read it, but since this feels very much like a "just for me" treat, if I want to read it, I have to write it. 🙈😂

Here is another snippet because I never tease this one:

“How do you do it, huh? I heard you were a frost giant but it feels more like you’re part cockroach, to survive this many times.”  “All right, that’s enough,” Mobius said, when Loki flinched. He was smiling, but his eyes were hard. That look softened when he glanced at Loki. “This was a lot easier when we plunked them down in front of a Miss Minutes video.” He turned his attention back to Barton. “Our old explanation doesn’t really work anymore—things are in flux here now—but long story short, you’re a variant. There are other timelines out there with Clint Barton; you’re one of many.” “The Loki you knew died at the hands of Thanos,” Loki forced himself to say. The footage from the Sacred Timeline was still fresh in his mind. “That was no trick. I’m merely a variant, like yourself.”  Barton eyed them both. “And you work here? How the hell did that even happen?”  “It’s…a long story,” Loki said, with a sigh. “More importantly, we will return you to your timeline and you can carry on with your life.”  “You know me,” Barton went on, as if he hadn’t spoken. “If there really are an infinite number of me out there, how is it that you know me?”  Loki winced again. As much as he’d wanted to confront his past, he hadn’t imagined it would be like this.  “My path was very much the one of the Loki you knew,” he said. “However, mine diverged after the Battle of New York. I was picked up by the TVA and brought here.”  “How much like the other Loki?”  There was no getting around it then.  “The same,” Loki said, meeting Barton’s eyes. “To all intents and purposes, that was me.” He swallowed. “And although you may have difficulty believing me, I am truly sorry for what I did when I first came to Midgard.”  Barton’s eyes narrowed. “What I did” could cover a lot. Loki suspected they were both thinking of specific moments. He wondered if Barton would give voice to them with Mobius here.

From this list.

[leatafandom]

Merry Christmas, Sammy

Rating: Mature

Ships: Sam Winchester/Gabriel, Kate & Adam, Sam & Adam, Sam & Dean, Sam & Adam & Dean

Word Count: 4,446

Warnings and Tags: dark Au, alternate universe, Stanford era, college student Sam, home for the holidays, Sam has powers, special children, mentioned child abuse, imprisonment, specism, complex family dynamics, domestic fluff, sibling bonding, family fluff, holiday special, interspecies relationships, secrets, overprotective brothers

Author Notes:  @shadowbender19’s comments completely inspired this fic because honestly, I didn't think you guys would be interested in some of Sam's more human moments. When I thought about writing more of them, I really loved the idea of showing more of Kate and Adam and how different the family dynamic is in this world.

Please read the tags. Even though this story is mostly happy domesticity with a side of foreshadowing and backstory, this series typically features a lot of blood, unsafe sex, and eating people alive. It's just how they roll here.

Summary: It's been months since they laid claim to each other, and Sam is looking forward to some time with the Milligans.

Read a snipping from, Merry Christmas, Sammy, Rated Mature, below or in full on my Ao3.

*note, this story (and all of my others) on Ao3 is locked for registered Ao3 users.

Merry Christmas, Sammy

“Mom! Sam's here!” Adam called, opening the front door more for his brother. “Did you teleport here?” he asked, looking behind Sam and the lack of a car or snow on Sam's shoulders from walking.

Sam shivered as he hurried into the house, not used to the cold winter air anymore. “Yeah, I had my,” Sam sighed, still not used to the term, “boyfriend drop me off.” 

“Boyfriend, huh?” Adam smiled, closing the door. “I thought you didn't like people?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Loki's not people, Adam. He's Loki,” the brunette said as he turned from him to look around the living room, smiling when he spotted Kate relaxing on the sofa and already moving to get up. “Don't get up,” he rushed, moving to her and embracing her sitting form. 

“Trust me until I get a call I'm sitting, but I can get up for a proper hug, Sammy,” she grumbled, standing and wrapping his broad shoulders in a tight embrace. “I swear you pack on more muscle every time you come home.” She leaned back, taking a look at him and the two bags he had brought, knowing one was filled with presents. “You look good.” 

Sam smiled. “Thanks, I've been good,” he said, stepping back and putting one of his bags next to the tree before shuffling his duffle bag as he took off his coat.

Adam slipped his hand under the strap, heaving it from him. “I'll drop it in your room,” he said, taking it with a smile and climbing up the stairs. 

“I hope you're not pushing it coming here.” Kate resettled on the sofa, nodding Sam over as she bundled herself back in the oversized blanket. “I know Yuletide is a big event for Loki's pantheon.” 

“Please,” Sam breezed, sitting next to her and toeing off his shoes. He huddled close to her under the blanket, curling his legs to his chest under the large fleece blanket. “I'd much rather be here than there.” The idea of spending any more time around a buffet he couldn't eat pulled his lips back in disgust. “I stayed until Loki's feast. That's all that really mattered,” he added, leaning his shoulder against hers as they sat beside each other. “It's not like he's hosting this year.” 

“Alright,” she sighed, smiling at having him home. “We're glad to have you.” 

She hadn't known Sam while she was with John, but Dean had never stopped talking about the missing child. Sam had been held for suspicion and testing for ten years before being released into his father's custody –but everyone knew that had meant Dean's custody. 

After years spent underground with the Letters and their experiments, Sam had needed to get away from hunters and the uncertainty of life on the move. He needed a home, and Dean had tried to give him one. The nineteen-year-old had only thought of the Milligans for Sam to stay with. The rarity of the teenager biting through asking for help had her pulling them inside before Dean had finished asking. Dean had stayed as long as he could before John had called him back, but left his little brother. Until John eventually took Sam too, only for the teenager to show back up on their doorstep a year later.

Kate had always wished she had stopped them from leaving the first time, but there hadn't been a way to. Regardless of how close they were, neither of the Winchester boys were hers, and despite Dean's want for Sam to stay there, John was the one legally responsible for the last special child. 

The two had never held it against her, knowing that her door was always open and all of them agreeing to keep the hunting and the Letters out of her home. Sam had always been overtly grateful for the time he spent in the lived-in three-bedroom house, short and interrupted as it was. It was the only house that Sam remembered feeling welcome in, that felt like home. 

It was home. 

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[vale-laufeyson]

~Loki x reader sh~

⚠️warning: mention of self-injury/depression, if you are sensitive or going through one of these moments please do not read this "story"⚠️

You aimlessly moved your spoon around in your soup bowl. Loki had important business with the avengers this week and you barely saw a glimpse of him throughout the day.

You ended doing the Landry and cleaning around all morning, you were back to being bored out of your mind again.

"Uh I'm not hungry anymore" you stood up grabbing your bowel and taking it to the pot, you've made a lot of soup in hopes Loki would show up to eat with you but it seems he's staying with the guys again.

You looked down at your arms, you wore short sleeves today, because it was got, your scars were clear as day light, ones still a little fresh from the first night he didn't show up.

The thought crossed your mind....but maybe now, you could back a little longer.

Washing the dishes distracted you for a bit, until the front door opened.

The familiar sound of Loki's boots made your heart pound like a drum.

"Loki?"

"Miss me?" He popped His head inside the kitchen with a lazy grin.You hurried to him, jumping at him for a hug.

He caught you and spinner you around "I'll take that as a yes" as he put you down he lifted your hand to kiss it but paused when he noticed the scars.

The first time he had seen you with short sleeves.

"What's this?" You pulled your hand and hid behind your hand "nothing! You must be imagining things...I'm sure you're hungry, I made your favorite!" He wasn't paying that crap.

"Love...what is that? Did someone do that to you because if that's the case I will made sure that the-"

"No!...I did this to myself..."

Loki's face dropped, he reached out his hands and pulled your hands towards him gently, not a single word came out of his mouth.

He looked at them with questioning eyes, a million questions running through his eyes.

His fingers ran over the marks, his fingers shook when he touched the fresher one's.

"When were these?" His voice was small.

"....the first night you didn't come home" Loki caressed your arms before cupping your face and kissing you a long deep kiss.

"I have no idea how to react to this...I just... forgive me" the guilt made you want to cry, sob and break down.

"You didn't do anything to apologize or ask for forgiveness....I'm just...I wish I was not like this"

Loki held you close, you could hear his heart beat racing, anxious from this new information.

"I want to help" he said.

You clung to him tighter, closing your eyes "you can, and I'll try...for me...for us" looked nodded his head

•IF YOU HAVE REQUESTS, PLEASE WRITE. A KISS•

[writingfics-passingtime]

A bit random, not that I don't enjoy your writing in general, but do you think you'd ever write tickle fics again?

Hey anon, such a fair question!

To be honest, I’m a little tapped out. Not just of tickle fluff stories but of stories in general. It’s not that the stories aren’t in my head, it’s that I don’t really know how to write them down anymore. I guess my ideas don’t excite me like they used to.

I miss the days when I’d write two 5k+ word fics in one day and try and fail to hold myself back from posting them twelve hours apart. I miss being excited about a plot point or line of dialogue, and I miss how excited I was to post a fic before going to sleep and know I’d get to wake up to readers’ reactions and feedback. I miss getting not enough sleep because my thumbs are flying under the covers at 2am while I come up with something I love and try to not wake my boyfriend up. I’ve been trying to rewatch the Marvel stuff to drown my brain in my favourite characters’ mannerism, hoping for a hit of inspiration, but right now I’m kind of sad about it all. I miss how fun this used to be.

I’m looking forward to Loki season 2, to the new Cap film, and to the Daredevil revamp, and hoping that it’ll give me that fresh inspiration I’ve been lacking.

I’m sure there are other creators out there who feel the same. I’d love to hear from you if you resonate. Maybe you have some good tips and tricks on how to drum up some inspiration.

JJ 💜

[tickldpnk8]

Shipper Tag Game

Thanks for the tags @windsweptinred and @writing-for-life! Sorry it's taken me a bit: this week has been really hectic, but this is a fun one! I suspect that my answers may be a bit of a blend of both of yours.

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

I still actively ship the same pairings I did as a teenager. Mostly because I tend to like canon pairings, so when I engage with a fandom, it tends to be through that lens.

What ship would you consider your first one?

The earliest ship I remember liking is Clark Kent/Lois Lane from Lois and Clark. But this was pre-computer in my house growing up. The first ship I really got into online fan culture with and fan fiction was Harry/Ginny from HP.

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

So I've never written fanfic: I'm more of a fan art person, although I'm pretty shy about posting it. My earliest fan art was probably something Disney...most likely The Little Mermaid as a kid. My most recent foray back into fan art was for The Unknown and Static Strange, Dreamling fic. Otherwise, I've just had fun painting Morpheus' hair.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

Most likely Harry/Ginny: there was this excellent artist, whose name (I think) was Marta, who used to post watercolor sketches on her own site called The Art Dungeon: they were gorgeous and really helped shape how I pictured the characters as I read the books. I'd love to find her artwork again to see what her portfolio is like now if she's still working as an artist.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

Oh man...do you know how non-confrontational I am?? I won't touch it with a 10 ft pole: first whiff of a debate going heated and I nope out of there. I took a peek at the Loki tags when season 2 came out and couldn't close my browser fast enough. Ship and let ship, but don't ask me to comment on it.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

I generally avoid anything that a huge power imbalance: (think: underage student with an adult teacher). But other than that, I've come to embrace any ship if the writing is good enough. Almost any trope too.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

I'm super excited to see Hounds is updating again, even if I've largely moved on from actively pursuing Dreamling. And I LOVED @writing-for-life's The Light of Stars (Morpheus x OC). I dabbled in a few Loki one-shots recently, too.

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Man, that's hard...because I'm honestly not reading fanfic for the ships: I'm mostly reading it to satisfy the brain rot. So while I tend to prefer canon-adjacent or gen fics (missing moments, alt POV, etc), it seems that the best way to find those is through searching ship tags. Sandman seems to be the exception: I want all of these characters to pair up with all of the other characters and all bets are off the table. If the writing is solid and the plot is intriguing, I'm in!

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

Not really: I don't invest so much in the ships I like and hate that I can't Ship and Let Ship. Likewise, if I want to read something, I will. And if it's not for me, I'll just ignore it. I also don't get so invested that if it doesn't become canon I'm upset: I kind of figure all things are possible in Lucienne's library

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

I honestly didn't really like the idea of Dreamling to start: it's not a canon pairing, I wouldn't have put the spin on Hob's character that fandom seems to have latched onto, and I really like that he's the one platonic friendship that Morpheus has able to form. But I find the idea of someone living for that long infinitely intriguing so I dipped into the tags, and some of the most well-known and well-beloved early fics for this pairing really caught my attention and hooked me in. But since then...my interest has waned. As others have pointed out, it's just everywhere and hard to filter. It's also starting to feel a bit OOC as fandom does what they do in shaping a character's portrayal.

I tend to go in spurts where I really like a certain dynamic and then I get bored with the fic selection for a pairing. But generally, I'll always come back to it after enough time. I really want to see more Desire-centric pairings like Desunity as I think they're a really interesting character and it could be interesting to explore them in different relationships given their function.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I've been in fandom spaces a long time, but I don't think any of them would be considered problematic today. It's more likely that there are things I used to feel were problematic, but I'm actually okay with now. I've grown a lot as a reader (and a human) over time.

What is your favorite crack ship?

Prob Morpheus and his Helmet (have we named this yet @writing-for-life?? it needs a worthy ship name). I'm also fairly certain that I coined the name Timeslayer for the Loki fandom (or might have simultaneously come up with the name when others did). But I've never seen a ship sink so quickly.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Lately, it's been Dream x Joanna (ConstantDream) coming off of a big DreamMuse kick that was followed by Dream x Lucienne.

What do most of your ships have in common?

That's hard! I was going to say Hard Candy Shell of a Guy reveals he has a Gooey Nougat Center...but really it just comes down to 1) is the writing good? 2) is the plot intriguing? 3) do the characters feel in-character? If you satisfy those 3 things, I'll likely read it.

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Absolutely nothing outright. I'll sometimes go off a ship a little once it reaches that point where fanon locks in too tight around it. But I think that's a very me problem, as I crave variation/new experiences/ideas. I'll still love the ship, I'll just know that's just my time to move onto something new and come back and visit every so often.

^ @windsweptinred couldn't have nailed this better. I crave new: new perspectives, new takes on a character or dynamic, new AU scenarios. So once things get a bit too repetitive across authors, I'll pull back and visit something else.

This was fun! Thanks again for the tags. I've been minimally online this week so am not sure who else has done this: if you follow me and want to participated consider this your chance!

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Vacation To Do List ♥️ 1/05/23-1/12/23

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over my anniversary vacation so you guys can get pumped for what's to come!

This to do list is a little different since it's just anon blurbs I'm posting! If you're looking for more information on the fics that I'm planning to post, see the last To Do List that I put in my masterpost on my side blog @sublimecatgalaxies!

Just a reminder that my requests are CLOSED but that I have updated my character list and am updating my masterlist as we speak so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

-Liz :)

Thursday:

Loki Laufeyson: "So I've been thinking of a oneshot or blurb, whatever you're up for, with Loki Laufeyson but with an arranged marriage type deal?"

Aaron Hotchner: "Can you write prompts 13 and 21 with Aaron Hotchner please?"

Friday:

Bucky Barnes: "Bucky Barnes x assassin!reader? But current Bucky who's sort of retired and not killing people anymore but he's a target of hers and she's sort of flirty with him and after a conversation with him, she realizes that he doesn't deserve what her employer claims he deserves (cuz he's a changed man, duh)."

Rafe Cameron: "Can you write Rafe Cameron x a teenmom!reader? Whether it be his kid or not, I just wanna see what he would be like dating someone who has a kid and how awkward he'd be (cuz it's not like he has a very good role model to go off of lol)."

Saturday:

Negan Smith: "I've been reading your very small list of Negan fics so I figured I'd send in one for the sake of needing more content after season 11's finale! Can you write a fic with the prompts 4 and 19?"

Daryl Dixon: "Can you write a Daryl Dixon blurb with the prompts 7 and 18?"

Sunday:

Fezco: "Can you write a blurb with him with the prompts 8. 'I really don’t like you.’ - 'And I really don’t believe you.’ and 15. 'How does that feel?’"

Aaron Hotchner: "I wanted to challenge you to write a Hotch x nanny!reader!! Like he hires her to be on call to take care of Jack while he's away and he comes home late after a case and he's just beat the fuck up and tired and Jack's asleep???"

Monday:

Bucky Barnes: "So I don't know a lot of other creators on here who actually write 'x sibling!reader' but I think you've done it a few times so I was wondering if you'd write a Bucky Barnes x wilson!reader?"

Elliot: "Hi friend, can you write an Elliot x vaughn!reader? Maybe some angst once Jules realizes the guy that her younger sister has been sneaking around with is actually her sort-of-ex boyfriend?"

Tuesday:

Daryl Dixon: "Can you write Daryl Dixon (set in commonwealth) where he's dating RJ and Judith's teacher?? I just think of someone so preppy and happy dating someone so gloomy and brooding like Daryl and I literally crack up."

Spencer Reid: "I also adore your prompt list so I'm here to request maybe prompts 18 and 21? Some soft!spencer with a lot of fluff. Poor guy just needs some affection lol."

Wednesday:

Loki Laufeyson: "Maybe prompts 12 and 23? Super random but I wanted it to be a challenge 😌"

Fezco: "I really loved loved loved loved loved your Dangerous Woman fic (I miss when Euphoria was so hyped) so I wanted to request a Fezco x dealer!reader?"

Thursday:

Rafe Cameron: "Could you do prompts 1 and 3? Maybe some angst??"

Aaron Hotchner: "Please do quotes 13 and 25, maybe a bit steamy?"

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[joe-moi]

https://www.tumblr.com/joe-moi/737085883103248385/what-i-dont-understand-about-marvel-is-how-they?source=share

I’ve only watched Loki since Endgame. I just feel like they’re writing everything for kids now. And they’re stylizing everything like an old made for TV movie. The pacing is all off.

to be honest I don’t think that they’re doing the whole timelines thing right. None of it makes any sense, because it doesn’t feel like they have a general consensus as to what’s going on. It’s like one Director has one idea and runs with it and another Director has another idea and runs with it and then it’s like OK well now I’m confused… Like you haven’t told me exactly what this is. It’s confusing to the general public especially if you miss one thing then you’re behind.

and honestly, they did this before. They hired James Gunn to do guardians of the Galaxy, and he sat down and realized they don’t have any idea where this is going. So he wrote out the whole Thanos and infinity stones shit. And then they fired his ass. And he went to DC . And he’s doing the same thing over. There is trying to make sense of the fuck ups that they’ve already had. Marvel doesn’t have that person anymore.

I have a lot of gripes with marvel

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

i have no control over myself. also keep in mind i have NO idea if any of the forthcoming revengers plot will make this impossible later, i may end up jossing my own writing, but whatever it was a fun little exercise anyway

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Someone is knocking on Loki’s front door at eleven o’clock at night.

It’s not that he was sleeping, but really, it’s the principle of the matter. Honestly. If something were truly amiss, if it were an emergency, surely Thor would have been the first person alerted. And if Thor were alerted, then Heimdall would know, and if Heimdall knew, then Loki would know. (Loki does do a quick sweep with his magic anyway, just in case, checking to make sure that Thor’s and Heimdall’s energy signatures are the same as they’ve always been. They are.)

So, with a huff, Loki turns the book he’d been reading upside down and sets it, page held, upon the table.

The person knocks again—already, really?

When Loki reaches the door, he pauses, waiting for the knocking to start up again just so that he can open it as suddenly as possible right in the middle of it. (After all, it’s the principle of the thing.)

And he does, only to find that the person who’s now hastily backing away to avoid being hit by the door is, against all odds, a child.

Not just any child, though.

“What are you doing here?”

Perhaps it comes out a bit harsher than intended, but, well, what is she doing here? Especially at this time at night? Surely her father doesn’t let her wander the streets in the dead of night whenever she pleases. Of course, another possibility runs through Loki’s head and comes with it an automatic stab of concern: Maybe her father is the reason she’s here, maybe he (or one of the other children?) is injured, maybe Loki was the first healer she thought to find.

But Runa doesn’t seem panicked. Nervous, maybe, a bit, but even that vanishes as she puffs herself up to her full height—that is to say, roughly as high as Loki’s elbows—and adopts the most determined look he’s ever seen on a person her age before she says:

“I want to learn magic.”

Loki opens his mouth, hesitates, shuts it, and then shakes his head and asks, “You…?”

“I want to learn magic,” she repeats, and then, with no prompting whatsoever, launches into a veritable tirade. “I want to learn how to do it, so I tried reading about it but there’s no good books on it anywhere, not even on the internet at the library ‘cause they’re all written by Midgardians and Midgardians don’t know anything about Asgardian magic, and all my friends think I can’t do any kind of magic anymore because that ether-stone-thing isn’t around anymore and that’s the only reason I could do it before, but I keep trying anyway because I still have that knife you gave me and I figured I could use that to make it work and I know you’re gonna say I’m not old enough and it’s dangerous or whatever but I really, really, really think I can do it and I think it’ll be safe if you’re teaching me how to do it the right way and you said that it’s Asgardian magic and I’m Asgardian, so I should be able to do it.”

Somewhere in the middle of… all that, Loki shifted, leaning sideways into the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her run herself out of breath.

He waits a moment after she’s finished—mostly to be sure she is truly finished—before he says anything.

“My word, you’ve gotten more talkative, haven’t you?” he asks, because he’s genuinely astonished by it. Then: “Did you say you still have the knife I gave you?”

Runa nods and, shockingly, procures it from behind her back. She’d been holding it this whole time. He gestures for her to hand it over, and he doesn’t miss the half second of hesitation before she places it reverentially into his hand.

It’s definitely the same one, a tiny three-inch blade and a soft leather-wrapped hilt.

“And what did you mean, you figured you could use this—” he gives the dagger a demonstrative wiggle— “to make it work?”

“It’s a conduit, right?”

Loki squints.

Ah. Right. He did tell her that, didn’t he?

“Well… technically anything can be a conduit if that’s what you want it to be. Magic can be channeled through just about any object you choose,” he tells her, then sighs. “But I imagine it’s been long enough now that I can confess: There’s nothing special whatsoever about this dagger.”

“What?! But you said—”

“I lied,” Loki shrugs. “There was a seven-year-old girl in front of me who was being all but consumed by the Reality Stone, and it seemed to be reacting to her emotions. Her emotions which were, given the circumstances, exceedingly tumultuous and unpredictable at the time. I didn’t need you to have control of the stone. I just needed you to think that you did.”

She makes a face. “That’s dumb.”

Loki has to bite the inside of his cheek to hold in a laugh at that, but he manages. “Oh? And did it not work? Did the Reality Stone’s magic burst out of you and kill anyone, vaporizing everything in its path?”

“Well… no.”

Loki spreads his hands and bows his head slightly as if to say, thank you, thank you, I know it was genius, wasn’t it?

Runa looks down at the dagger, then back up at him. “But you said it can still be a conduit, right? Anything can be, so this knife can be, too.”

“It can.”

“So I could use it to do magic.”

“You could.”

“But I don’t need it to do magic.”

“You don’t.”

“Will you teach me how?”

She’s noticeably taller now that he thinks to pay attention, but still almost absurdly tiny, as if a stiff breeze could carry her away at a moment’s notice. It’s only been a few years, after all.

Loki turns the dagger over in his hands, looking down at her. It’s hard to look at her now and not picture the timid and terrified seven-year-old they’d all nearly died trying to save. She’d been almost dishearteningly small back then, to the point that even Loki had been willing to do anything and everything in his power to get that stone out of her before it did any real damage—or worse, before the Collector could get a hold of her.

The determined look on her face is new, though.

“Does your father know about this?”

A flush instantly colors her cheeks, which is answer enough.

“Norns, it’s tempting to keep it that way,” Loki sighs. No, no. He’s supposed to be keeping the tricks and the lies and the schemes to a minimum these days. He’s supposed to be doing better, and he is. For the most part. Usually. He shakes the thought away.

He flips the dagger around so that he can hand it back to her hilt-first, and she eagerly takes it back.

“Go home, Runa. Get some sleep.”

“But—”

“And tomorrow,” Loki gently cuts her off, “you can meet me right here, at… let’s say midday. We’ll start with the basics.” He pauses, thinking, then adds: “Wear comfortable shoes.”

With that, he nods at her to back away so that he can shut the door.

Yeah, he thinks once the door is shut. Midday should work. That should give him enough time to broach the subject with Sig, loathe as he is to even consider broaching the subject with Sig. Magic and his daughter entering the same sentence is, understandably, a bit of a sore spot. And assuming Loki can even finesse the conversation and bring Sig over to his way of thinking, assuming permission is granted, that’s to say nothing of how Loki’s going to go about teaching Runa anything at all.

Does he even remember the basics? It’s been centuries.

Behind him, through the door, Loki hears it as clear as day: There’s a high-pitched squeal of excitement and the rapid tap of her shoes on stone, like she’s done a little victory dance on his front step, and Loki has to stifle another laugh.

Ah, well. He’ll figure it out as he goes.

working on revengers stuff again and i'm at a scene where i was like, okay, this small child is having trouble controlling the infinity stone that's basically possessing her. loki has no idea how to get her to control it but it's a Very Pertinent Problem and he needs to think fast. maybe he conjures some random object and gives it to her like "here this'll help you control it" while just PRAYING the placebo effect will be enough for now to stop them all from being disintegrated. what object would he give her?

and of course my immediate thought was "a dagger, obviously"

[toestalucia]

anyway i think its kinda funny that meeting loki, fenrir & mika again is kinda “oh hello” compared to the times theyve gone defensive around loki & fenrir, especially after the entire thing that was the edgelands. like lyria immediadetly going LEMME DO UR HAIR FENRIR and captain telling loki both about lejos&the play + loki going on his vent talk... ranger sign has them cooperating too so nalhe wasnt a new thing, but even then loki was like “we r still enemies, but lets discuss the jade situation”. its v funny how the entire thing keeps being “keep ur friends close, but keep ur enemies closer” to a literal sense

[lovezella]

The Witch of Westeros

PROLOGUE - see you on the other side

-×-

disclaimer:

I don't own the Scarlet Witch and her storyline, credits to Marvel and Stan Lee.

gif not mine!! got it from pinterest!

this fanfic doesn't follow the plot of the series of HOTD nor it's books. I simply made it up. major spoilers for doctor strange: multiverse of madness. 

note:

tbh, this is my first time ever writing a story in 2nd pov so if it sucks, I'm sorry😭

anyway, It's finally here! sorry for the long wait, hope you enjoy!!

warnings:

mention of blood, stabbing, heads cut off, turning things to ashes. I think that's all, if there's anything I missed out, don't be afraid tell me. !! NOT EDITED !!

-×-

The sound of roaring and explosion mixed with the smell of fire, gunpowder, and the distinct, metallic tang of blood was the only thing you can comprehend at this moment. Your eyes darted from your companions to the demons you were fighting. The fight would’ve ended ages ago if you didn’t know there were thousands—no, millions, of them. Not to mention they can regenerate making your head hurt more than it already did. 

Saving the multiverse became a job—a responsibility, more likely— for not only you but for Dr. Strange and surprisingly, Loki. It’s been months, years, or perhaps it has been decades since you have been saving the multiverse. Time has been a bit complicated for you, per se.

You, The Master of Mystic Arts, and the God of Mischief traveled to countless realities, defeating enemies such as demons, monsters, or even evil variants of yourselves. 

Going through infinite dimensions and saving the other realities was the least idea you thought you would be doing in the future when you first joined the Avengers. Yet here you were, fighting your way through a crowd of merciless nightmarish demonic creatures who can regenerate. Your mission was to retrieve a necklace that holds much power and once belonged to a god and was now passed down to its descendants. It was stored inside the temple on the very top of the mountain that the demonic creatures were guarding. You’re meant to grab it, bring it back to the owner before anyone else can use it to their advantage, and leave without a hassle. 

“Anyone care to help me here?” Dr. Strange yelled from a few miles away. He created a portal, making the group of demons from his fall down and he snapped the portal shut, cutting the heads off. 

“Classic.” Loki chuckled, witnessing the action as he move to stab the demon that jumped on him, grimacing when its blood hit his face. 

You smirked, blasting ten demonic creatures away from you, turning them to ashes as they tried attacking you again. “I don’t think you need anymore help from there, Stephen.” you teased and the said man groaned when another group started hitting him.

“Damn demons. Can’t you do your thing and kill them all, Wanda?” Dr. Strange asked. 

“I can, but they keep coming back no matter what.” You told them. 

Loki muttered under his breath before sharing his thoughts. “They just keep coming back no matter how many times we kill them. It’s impossible for this to happen.”

“Loki, we are in a different reality. I don’t think there is anything more impossible than this.” You retorted, flicking your wrist and lifting one demon and throwing it to the approaching group. 

“What I mean is, there’s a possibility that something or perhaps, someone is summoning them.” Loki proclaimed his theory.

“A distraction.” You sighed out in realization, your eyes widening as you looked around for any sign of different figures in the crowd. A figure walked by miles away from you guys. They were wearing a black hood over their head, covering their face. 

They must’ve felt your gaze and turn to look at you, their purple strange eyes meeting yours before they glared and ran away. 

“Stay here! I’ll handle this.” You shouted to them, lifting yourself with your magic and flying toward where the figure went, ignoring the yells of protest of your two friends. 

You flew away from the crowd of creatures and landed in front of the small cottage you saw them run into, placing a shield behind you so that they cannot attack you from behind. Your eyes hardened seeing it all dark with no trace of light anywhere. Hesitantly, you stepped in, summoning your magic to see a little clearer and to be ready to fight if something or someone attacks you. 

The sound of footsteps approaching behind you alarmed you and you turn around, ready to blast your magic to them until you saw their faces when they got closer.

“Loki! Stephen!” You gasped in surprised, internally sighing in relief when you saw them before frowning. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you I will handle this.” you scolded.

“We can’t just leave you to walk in here with no back ups.” Loki reasoned and Dr. Strange nodded beside him. 

There was no point in fighting so you just nodded and lead the way deeper into the dark cottage that seems to be bigger on the inside. As you walked in silence with all your guard up, a clashing sound was heard behind you, alarming the three of you.

“He’s right, Wanda. We know you can handle yourself but we need to make sure you’re safe.” Stephen said.

But before any of you could say a word, a figure stepped in front of you and pressed two fingers on your temples making you freeze in place.

You could hear Loki and Stephen yelling behind you, and they seem like they were struggling too but you can’t focus on them or anything but the pain you felt on your mind that’s spreading through your whole body. They leaned down and whisper in your ear before letting you go. You tried fighting it and summoning your magic but it was impossible to move. A portal started growing from under your feet and before you could grab into anything, you fell down fast in an unknown, perhaps never ending, hole. 

But you remembered what they had whispered in your ear. 

“Видимо се на другој страни.”

See you on the other side.

[lokisprettygirl]

Hey I was wondering if you ever did one where the reader gets hurt on a mission and put in a coma. Loki and her are married but when she wakes up she doesn’t even remember who she is. She naturally feels drawn to Loki but feels bashful and gets quiet around him like she did when they first met and first started dating. So Loki tries to recreate everything with her but she begins to feel like a burden because she can’t remember… Loki then decides to stop pushing her and create new memories with her. Then they kiss and legit just fall asleep in eachother’s arms (super fluffy) She wakes up the next morning sobbing feeling guilty that she forgot him and now remembers everything with a super duper fluffy smutty ending? Sorry I am new to your page and adore your writing so much!

This reminded me so much of that movie "The Vow" it's a great movie btw. Again I changed it a little but I still hope you enjoy reading this.

Warning: 18+ , mentions of smut, Amnesia. LISIK Easter egg (find it)

"Don't ever leave me princess, don't ever forget about me" he whispered in your ears making your whole face light up in delight. You couldn't even think about that but he was always afraid, always scared of losing you. He always knew that life was unpredictable, that you could never change your destiny no matter how much you want to.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the commotion of the doctors running into your room so he stood up from the chair. You woke up, they didn't think you'd make it but he knew that his strong resilient y/n wouldn't leave him alone, he knew that she'd come back to him. 

After an hour when you were ready to meet family members he was the only one there, your parents didn't want you to marry him so they cut you off from their life, he was your only family. Your husband, your everything.

As he stepped inside your room you looked at him, his eyes were soaked, hair a royal mess.

"Y/n princess oh princess" he broke down immediately as he sat next to your bed holding your hand in his. You didn't know what to say, who was this man? You had no idea.

"Who are you?" The question crushed his heart, the doctors already warned him of such a complication, but he thought his princess will never forget him. She'll always remember. He convinced himself. You have been in a coma for two weeks, the accident was brutal. Maybe this was temporary. He hoped for it.

"Darling it's me, I'm loki. Your husband" 

"My husband?" You gasped as the shock hit you, Loki was your husband? All you remembered was him attacking New York last year. You started to hyperventilate so he called for the doctors, they calmed you down and explained everything. But how could you even believe such a thing? You have missed years of your life. You didn't remember him, you didn't even remember meeting him, falling in love with him or marrying him. Nothing. Why would a man like him even marry you?

When the shock subsided you realized that your parents weren't coming to take you, you guys weren't close anymore and that felt even worse than losing your memories. What happened between you and them? 

Once your injuries healed, the doctor allowed you to leave. Loki was there at every step but it felt as if a stranger was taking care of you. 

When you stepped inside your shared house, a few people jumped out of the darkness and yelled "Welcome back". Avengers, those were Avengers. What were they doing there?

"I uhh this is a lot Loki I can't.." you quickly ran and found a random room to get inside. You didn't even know these people but they knew you really well, they were your friends, Loki's friends. Your husband loki. After a few minutes Loki came to check up on you.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude..it's just really overwhelming" your eyes teared up and so did his. 

"Darling don't apologize it's my fault, I should have informed them about your condition" you nodded as he said that.

He slept on the couch in the room, giving you your space, you didn't even know him and it was still awkward for you. His heart was breaking every moment because after almost losing you forever, all he wanted to do was love you and hold you in his arms. The distance was killing him but he couldn't do that even if he wanted to. He had no right. He lost the right to call you his own after that accident.

Next day he brought the breakfast in the room, his mind blanked completely because he wasn't thinking, he just wanted to take care of you, it was only when he heard your scream was when he looked at you and realized his mistake.

"Godd loki what are you doing..get out please" you were just in a towel and he was so used to see you like that, that he didn't think even twice. Once you got dressed up, you stepped out and you couldn't even look him in the eyes. 

"I'm so sorry darling..I just.." 

"Can you take another room please?" His eyes teared up as you said that

"Of Course whatever you need to be comfortable" 

You nodded as you sat down on the table.

"Thank you so much..I just..I need privacy. You're my husband I know but I just.." 

"But you don't know me, I understand that" he spoke softly and you nodded. 

You could see the hurt look in his eyes but you just couldn't be how you used to be with him, you didn't remember him at all.

You learned several things about him in the next few days, you learned that he met you while you were being attacked by some muggers on your way back from work and he saved you like a knight.

He took you to the place you had your first date with him, he took you to the place where he proposed to you. It all seemed like a fairytale, it seemed too good to be true. Your parents were against the marriage because it was Loki, the war criminal, him being an Avenger didn't change their feelings about him.

So you chose him over everyone else but this new you or old you didn't live that life. You didn't remember the fight with your parents. You missed them and you wanted to get in touch with them. So that's what you did, you called them and they came to meet you when they learned about your memory loss.

You saw how they didn't even look at him. They wanted to take you back with them so you told them that you'd think about it. You were still hoping for your memories to return. 

You and Loki became friends of sorts, but you still couldn't see how or why he chose you. You felt awkward around him, shy even, he was a really handsome man, a god. You didn't feel enough but the way he looked at you, you just knew that his feelings were as pure as they come. 

After a few months passed, your doctor advised you to learn more about your previous life so while Loki was on a mission you put your wedding videotape on the tv. You have been avoiding this purposefully. You didn't think you were ready for it and you were right, It was like looking at someone else, you didn't recognise that woman. She was so happy, so in love. Loki seemed different too, you haven't seen him like that since you have known him..

"So today, on this beautiful morning, I vow to be there for you, I promise to love you every second of my life. No matter what troubles we get into, as long as we are together I'll overcome them all. I vow to protect your honor, respect your wishes and I promise to be the best husband there ever could be, my sweet princess, my soon to be wifey. I love you more than love itself. Never forget." your eyes teared up as you looked at the man baring his soul open in front of everyone, you could see the love in his eyes, his heart open like a book, why did you forget him? How could you?

You skipped forward a little wanting to see yourself reading your own vows

"So today I promise you that no matter what happens in the future I'll be here, I'll be your rock, your support, your light in the darkness if I have to. I'll never let go, and I'll never let you go either..I love you more than love itself. Always remember that" you couldn't stop crying after that. You watched your first ever dance with him as husband and wife, the way his eyes lit up everytime he looked at you. This woman had everything and she lost it all.

But now you could see that your love story wasn't ordinary, now it didn't surprise you anymore, you both just fit with each other, you belonged with each other. However you also realised that he remembered everything and you forgot him, this was killing him. You have hurt him immensely and you didn't want to hurt him anymore. 

When he returned home you hugged him and he sighed, his eyes teared up instantly, he missed your warm embrace after a long day more than anything else, however the look on your face made his heart sink in his chest.

"My mom will come tomorrow to pick me up , I just..this isn't working loki" His heart truly stopped beating for a moment as you said that.

"It's hurting both of us, especially you. I just..I don't remember who I used to be, I am not your wife anymore" You wanted to make new memories with him, you have started to see him differently, you liked him alot but you knew he'd always look back into the past trying to find the memories that you lost.

He looked down and nodded. He wanted to tell you that he was willing to build a new life, fresh from the beginning, create new memories with his sweet y/n but he knew you were hurting badly and He'd never want to hurt you. He vowed to respect all your wishes. 

You went to your room and packed your things you were going to take, he wanted to help you but he didn't think he could help you destroy his whole world all over again. You called your mom and she was so happy with the decision, telling you how he never should have taken you away from them, that he was nothing but a criminal.

Once you were done packing you laid down on the bed, trying to think, trying to remember again but nothing helped. So you got up and went to the guest room, you knocked once before you twisted the knob.

"Y/n?" He called out to you so you got in. He was on the bed, you could see his face soaked with tears, so you walked closer to him, got inside the duvet and snuggled into him. That's when he broke down finally.

"I don't want to hurt you Loki, that's why I have to leave,it's been months and I don't think my memories will ever come back" you sniffed as you placed your head between the crook of his neck. He was holding you so close to him after such a long time. It all felt like a dream.

"Thank you for everything loki, thank you for taking care of me when I needed you the most" you held him tightly and he just cried in response "Thank you for not saying a word against my parents even though they weren't so generous"

"Did you believe them?" He asked you and you shook your head. 

"Never, my heart knows you'll never hurt me" 

You didn't even remember when you fell asleep in his arms, but you had a dream about him. You saw how you met him, you saw how you fell in love, the way he proposed to you, the car accident, you saw everything. When you opened your eyes you gasped, everything came running back to you. 

"Darling?" He looked at you as he turned the lights on, your eyes were filled with tears but he recognised that look in your eyes,

"Lo baby" you whimpered as you clutched onto him for dear life 

"Oh baby I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I forgot..I vowed that I'd always remember but I forgot" he shook his head, his princess remembered him.

"No no no hey no..it wasn't your fault, I should have protected you better my darling, my sweetheart..don't apologize ever again please" he kissed your forehead while his thumbs wiped your tears. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"Do you remember darling? Remember us?" He asked softly, his voice was hopeful, he wasn't even breathing until you nodded your head. That's when he kissed you, he has maintained his distance in the past months but he couldn't anymore.

"I love you princess, I love you" he mumbled softly so you grabbed his cheeks. You have kept him away from you for months, how could you forget him like that? You didn't have an answer for that but you knew that you never wanted to hurt him like that ever again.

"I love you lo, I love you so much" he kissed your forehead then your nose and your lips again. Your hands ran all over his back and you just wanted him at that moment, in every way. 

"Love me please, love me baby.. I have missed you" you whispered in his ears and that's all he needed to hear. He pulled your nightgown up and your panties down, you gasped as you felt his cock inside you filling you up in every sense. 

"My sweet sweet wifey, am I dreaming? If I am, never ever wake me up again" You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him deeply at the question, 

"Not a dream lo, it's all real I promise" tears fell down your eyes as he pumped his hips in and out of you with urgency. It was hard for you, you knew that. But it was hell for him, all those memories of you and then looking at you when you had no recognition about your life with him in your eyes killed him every second. 

It was warm, needy, desperate and you both craved each other. When he came inside you, he didn't move an inch out of you, he stayed snugged in your warmth with his head between your neck, he didn't want to let you go. 

His fingers waved and he held the wedding band that you took off a few months ago so he slipped it on your fingers. 

"You are not leaving me tomorrow right?" You shook your head as he asked you like a child. You can never even think about it. Your parents didn't have good intentions, they tried to use your amnesia in their favor while he never said a word about them to you. Nobody will ever love you the way he did.

""Never baby, I'll never leave again" 

And after months of sleepless nights without you in his arms, he was finally able to drift off as he held you close, hoping that this wasn't just a vivid dream.

"I'll always remember now I promise..I promise"

An : If you want to ruin your day there are two alternative endings I thought of

She lied to him so she wouldn't have to leave him.

He was dreaming. And he woke up alone while she left with her parents.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Hello my mutual 💜💜 May I ask of you a Jotun Loki x 20 something female reader who has trauma and how he'd help her with it? It'd be angsty with some fluff I guess like him being very understanding and gentle and tender with her.

You ask, I write! Thank you so much for your request darling 💖💖💖💖

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Jotun Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a very horrifying incident, you are very insecure of your scars and having sex with someone. But maybe a party can change that? 

Warnings: Smut, PTSD, angst, aftercare, fluff.

Loki taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @novenaproxy @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @lulubelle814 @beakami @lokiprompts @ddeadlystbbxx @ilovefanfictions @laurenandloki

Ghost

Vines, your marks reminded you of the grape vines that grew on the side of your window. You had no idea how grapes appeared, you never planted a seed, and yet there they were, crawling up the walls of your house to your window. 

It was like you were trapped inside your body, alone with your thought and the memories from those months. You could still feel the burning sensation of the first time. They heated up chains until they were glowing red, then drop them on top of women's bodies. 

All for some sick form of pleasure. 

A few years ago, a group of girls were missing, it turned into a big piece of news once they were saved. The Avengers sent the kidnappers to jail, and claimed they made justice. 

Sadly, the headline for that night's story was "Avengers rescue 12 girls from basement in Columbus, Ohio", wrong, because they were 13. 

You got into therapy as soon as you went back to your family, burnt and forgotten. How you escaped was sent to oblivion. It was better that way. Being broken was the thing that matter least to you. It was laughable, you were marked for life, they used you and those girls in horrible acts of service, like crawling around naked, feed them, and all kinds of things that ended up with you and the others getting hurt. 

“The Avengers made justice” if you had powers or some level of intellect beyond ordinary, that would have been your origin story to become a villain, but you could not care less about revenge, and you had no powers. 

Years passed slowly, but it all got a little better. Your body changed, the scars faded, at least they weren't all red and green as before, and your heart was healing too. 

"Y/n! There's this big ass party in Las Vegas, we must go!" Your friend Nancy came kicking your door down. She got you in a sparkly silver dress and inside her car in less than an hour, much to your persistent disagreement. 

"This is going to be so fun!!" You nodded, pretending excitement. Parties weren't your thing, but you needed a change of air, to loosen up and relax. Maybe even forget yourself for a minute or two. 

Las Vegas was full of aliens! That was all the ruckus was about, aliens, and Thor was the one that organized it, you noticed because he was in the middle of it talking to everyone as if he owned earth. That was one of the reasons why you hated heroes. 

A sudden heavy noise made you turn around, it was a big blue foot coming to step on you, until it, well he, halted, acknowledging your presence. "Oh, pardon darling" he was as big as a statue, with a voice as smooth as lace, "Don't worry" yours in comparison was small and week. 

“Wow! Did you saw him? He’s Huge!” Nancy pointed out the obvious, you weren’t on the mood, so you just nodded and watched her be all excited. Why couldn’t you be like her? Carefree, relaxed, joyful, happy? You couldn’t blame the incident anymore, that happened five years ago, if anything the only one keeping you from your own happiness…is you.  

"Are you having fun?" you looked up, it was that blue guy again. He knelt down next to you in hopes to hear your response, "Parties aren't my thing, I'm just here with a friend, she's...oh" you turned to look around you, and when you did saw her, Nancy was walking away with some green guys. 

"She left you behind?" He sadly asked, "Seems so" you sighed and nodded to him politely, then moved away to leave, since your friend wasn't going to spend time with you, but his light tapping on your shoulder made you stop. 

"Would you like to dance? There's this place with loud music playing, we could go there together" you nervously laughed, "I don't dance, much! I mean I do, but I don't do it so well, and you..." your mumbling was adorable, at least he thought so, but suddenly you pointed him whole. 

"Me?" You didn't wanted him to be hurt "Will you fit in the club?" He chuckled at your innocence as he opened his hand to you, "Come with me". Was he encouraging you to jump on his hand? "Are you sure?" He nodded, so you did, one leg at a time, but since you were struggling, he lowered it to the ground, with a shy giggle you sat on his palm. 

"I'm Loki, of Jotunheim, what's your name little darling?" The wink at the end made you blush, "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you Loki" the shy tone in which you said his name, made his heart sing. 

"The pleasure is all mine little one" he smiled. Gosh he's pretty! His skin all cold blue; his eyes gentle yet powerful; his hands, soft hands. He was a vision. 

When you two made it to the club, you were worried about how low the ceiling was, he was never going to fit in, but he had an idea. He placed you on the roof of the building and asked you to open the hatches to let the sound out, you did it and the music surrounded you, as well as the cheers of the people dancing inside.  

“May I have this dance?” he offered you his index finger in a polite way, it was so cute. He was so gentle when he squished your hand between his thumb and his index, the same when he twirled you around. “You alright love?” you were far too stressed trying not allowing your very short dress to become even shorter, and the breeze was getting colder by the minute.  

He seemed to pick on what was going on, so he used his seiðr to conjure you a long dress, with a lovely skirt that twirled around you, long puffy sleeves hugged your arms and also warmed them up. It was so pretty, you felt like a...  

“Better, my petite princess?” yeah that was it, a princess.  

“Much, thank you Loki” seeing you happy made him feel warm, he wanted to see you smile like that all the time. You two kept dancing until the song ended, which is when he went away for a second and came back with food and alcohol, “I toast to tonight my darling. I was reluctant to come, but I'm glad I did” he got closer to caress your cheek with his index, ever so smooth and gentle, it made your skin tingle. “I was literally dragged here against my will, but I’m also glad my friend did it, tonight was really the best” he really loved that you spoke up to talk to him, but it was mostly the alcohol doing its work. 

At some point, you became a bit tired; reason why he scooped you up from the rooftop and started walking away. “Wait, where are we going?” at that height you weren’t crazy enough to jump off his hand. He smiled, “You seem tired love, I... well if you don’t mind, I would like to take you back to my hotel room, so you could rest” you didn’t believed shit. 

You squirmed and tried to get down on your own, but he stopped you, “Hey! If you do that, you’ll hurt yourself!” he quickly caught you before you could slip off his hand, “What are you trying to do?” you looked up to him with tears in your eyes, “You’re going to...do to me...the same they did!” you tried to yell the last part, but it came out as a whimper rather than an angry yell.  

“Whatever do you mean darling? Do what?” he tried to approach you with his other hand, but you started crying and you hit his finger away, “Am I gonna come back? I had to crawl through a sewer to escape, it hurt so much!” you showed him your hands, he realized someone had hurt you, given that your hands were covered in old scars, scratches and mysterious dark spots. 

“I’m not going to do anything, love, rest assure, I am a man of my word” you closed your eyes, the warmth of his fingers kind of forced you into slumber, not that you were very awake to begin with.  

The next morning you woke up in a gigantic bed, like a vast meadow of sheets and comfort. Alone, until those familiar heavy steps made you look down to your body panicking. You still had your dress, that made you let out a big sigh of relief. 

“Good morning little darling” he came through the door, holding a paper bag on his left hand. “Did you slept alright?” he sat on the edge of the bed, right next to you. “I can’t remember if I slept at all” you laughed, “You passed out crying, I would’ve loved to take you back to your place, but since I lack the information” you nodded, his explanation made sense and, for the looks of it, he didn´t slept beside you. 

“Where did you sleep?” you wondered, pointing the perfectly smooth sheets on the left side of the bed. “There’s a couch in the living room, surprisingly comfortable” he smiled, placing the paper bag on your lap, “I don’t need it, but I bought you a little something, I hope you like chocolate” you nodded, taking out the pastries.   

“You don’t eat?” he shook his head, “I don’t precisely need it, I’m…built different”, but you wouldn’t have that explanation, instead you offered him one of the chocolate pastries. “Here” he seemed reluctant to take it, but then you affirmed, “I have a bird’s stomach; it means I don’t eat much”, and he saw himself unable to resist you.  

“I’ll accept your kindness, only if you allow me to take you to dinner, a proper one” his proposal made you feel warm, “Where?”, Loki leaned down to take your hand and plant a kiss on your knuckles, “Jotunheim” then your smile dropped.  

He noticed your sudden shift, so he tried to ease your anxiety, “I know it’s another planet, but I would like…I would love to cook, for you” your heart moved for his shyness, it took a lot of courage but, “I would love that too” you ended up accepting his proposal.  

After many dates like that one, that unusual pang in your stomach, that often alerted you of a dangerous person, went quiet all of a sudden. It lingered, the feeling of his hands around you, his warmth, the taste of his lips, even how his skin felt.  

You never daydreamed before, but you started when you met him, because you desired him, in all ways possible. You wanted to be consumed by him, to be one with him, to fuse with his skin. But as much as you tried to imagine a nice scenery when it came to it, the basement seized your mind, the scorching feeling of the chains came back, and you cried yourself to sleep as your only consolation in your lonely home.  

Calling him was an option, always, but you never called him to talk about your problem, you didn’t wanted to bother him, but perhaps, if you wanted to do it with him, you should. That’s how you ended up back on the same hotel he took you the first time, over a year ago.  

“This place brings me so many memories, princess. May I ask what’s the occasion?” you exhaled sharply, facing the window. “I…It’s not easy to say, so I’m asking you to listen” he didn’t moved from his spot, he stayed looking at you as you turned to face him. 

“Six years ago, there was this incident. I was kidnapped and brought to a very bad place, along with other girls my age. We were…hurt, I was the last to escape, but apart from that, they burnt us with chains, that’s why we haven’t…you know” when you looked up to his face, tears rolled down off his eyes, he knelt to be at your level and brought his finger to touch your hand. 

“Darling, I am so sorry you went though such a nightmare, but the fact that you are here, talking to me about it, shows great strength, I’m proud of you princess, I’m here if you need me, keep talking if it makes you feel better or not at all, I’m here” he spoke ever so softly, “Actually, I told you this because…because I want you, I trust you” Loki’s eyes lighten up as he heard you, not because of lust, he had your trust in something that burdened you for so long, if anything he felt honored.  

“Then I shall make love to you, my love. Pick a word, any word, it will be your sign for me to stop, if you ever feel overwhelmed” You sighed at his hand caressing your head, “Purple” he nodded and signaled you to jump to his palm, “Now, do not feel as if you need to continue because you have to please me, if you feel uncomfortable, say the word and we’ll cuddle, as simple as that my love”.  

You nodded. Earlier he had asked why you wore a raincoat in a clear sky night, when you buttoned off and slid it pass your shoulders, he saw why. It was a lace full body lingerie, with green and blue patterns of different flowers and butterflies hugging your every curve.  

His sinful thoughts stopped when he saw the mark that the chain had left on your torso. It snaked its way through your hip and all the way to your neck, like it trapped you.  

“You are a rare beauty my love, like a unique diamond. Unbreakable and beautiful” his words made your heart flutter, it moved you almost to tears, “How we’ll, uhm…you know” given his size you had serious doubts about your survivance if he penetrated you. He read through your nervousness, then said, “Don’t worry about me, your satisfaction is my pleasure, I’ll cum whenever you do” again, his words were the very cause of your arousal. “Is it okay if I want to discard the bodice? I’d like to see you” you were scared, he saw it in your slopy hands and wobbly legs, “I’ll do it first, if that’s alright” after you allowed him, he set you on the bed and stripped off his armor and undergarments in a funny fashion, to help ease the moment.  

“Like what you see?” he caught you staring, “You’re astounding, marvelous” his heart pounded so hard in his chest, he heard it in his head. “Come here darling, leave the lace, I would hate to mess it up” care, he cared, or he probably saw how confident and sexy you felt in it.  

“We’ll do something okay? I’ll use my hands and my tongue only. You tell me if you don’t like it. Don’t forget you are the one in control, I won’t cross the line if you don’t tell me to” he assured, part of the whole meaning of the situation was to make you feel heard, loved, respected and sexy. 

So far he was nailing it. 

He asked you to lay on your back, flat on his palm, then he begin to draw you closer to his face. A few kisses on your tummy, to start slow, then up to your face and neck, his hot minted breath making your nerves tingle. He tried not to mind the scar, but it was part of who you are, so instead of avoiding it he licked the whole red road up to your neck, making you squirm and whimper.  

He tried looking into your eyes, but they were covered by your hands, “It's ok darling, you can let out whatever sounds you want. Mewl, whimper, whine, moan, whatever feels most natural” you slowly revealed your face to him, “There’s my little love” he smiled, his voice holding so much adoration it felt unreal. 

“Y/n” he took one of your breasts in his mouth and began to suck gently, “Loki!” his eyes shot to your face, to make sure he didn’t hurt you, and it made his cock leak out that you shouted his name because of pleasure.  

He continued on the other breast, flicking his tongue on your nipples from time to time, only to hear you moan. Then, what made him grin like the happiest man in the universe, he felt something wet on his skin, “My love, do you need my assistance elsewhere?” he eyed your dripping core with affection, feeling fascinated on the effect he had in you, even more when you shyly nodded. 

“I need you to say it, my petite princess” he caressed your face tenderly.  

“I need your mouth on my pussy, okay?!” you shouted, quickly slapping your hands over your mouth, “No need to be nervous love, I got you, I made the room soundproof, only I can hear you, and I would never laugh or judge you” he lowered his mouth to the main point, leaving a trail of kisses as he did. 

Closing your eyes, you prepared yourself to the feeling of his tongue on your skin, but a blow of hot air met your sensitive skin instead, “Don’t tease me” you cried out, before gasping as he pressed his tongue up your slick folds.    

"You’re doing so well sweetheart" he purred looking up at you with lust. He saw you struggling to process what was happening, so he helped you clear your mind a little, to make you concentrate only in the moment, "Good girl, that's it, just let me support you" you arched your back, pressing your pelvis against his lips, “I’m…Loki, I’m close!”  he smiled, your increasing moans encouraged him to suck harder on your clit, making your orgasm hit you like a lightning blast. “You did so well sweetheart" he took all your juices in a long lick before he spoke. Just when he was savoring your orgasm, he moved his hand away to take a look at you, all sweaty and whimpering, flushed, gasping for air.  

You were a true sight to admire.  

He lay you down on the bed, being careful of your limping body. “You’re so soft, I love your warmth” he sighed, softly smushing your body against his face. “Uhm, Loki?” he lifted his face to look at you, thinking he had hurt you, but you pointed to his still erected cock, to which he let out a chuckle, "It's sweet of you to care about my happiness my love, but I'll quite enjoy holding you, tasting you and hearing all the lovely sounds you'll make". 

He pumped his dick a few times, lowered his face back to your breasts, and while he sucked and bit gently your skin, making you moan, his tongue found your entrance in no time, the slimy muscle entering you rapidly. Your reactions and your tugs at his hair exited him to the very climax. His skin was on fire, his voice ran free, so not only you were enjoying the attention back to your core, but his moans also made your walls clench around his tongue.  

“Loki, I can’t anymore” you gasped, arching your back almost standing up if it wasn’t for his face holding you down. “Yes, you can, my princess. Just let go, let me drink you dry” he shoved his tongue back inside you, the chock hit you hard, it made your legs tremble, and your walls trap his tongue.  

He came just a few seconds after you, making a mess on his chest and his own hand. “You did amazingly my love” he kissed you lightly on your face. You made grabby hands at him, he supposed that you wanted to be held, but he was tired, and you had no strength left, so he scooped you up. 

He let you sleep on top of him, halfway covered with the sheets of the bed, “I’m so proud of you Y/n”, you murmured something he couldn’t understand, but you smiled, “You did so good, perfect my love” you hugged his smooth chest, it was so soft and warm.  

“I love you” he whispered, “I love you too” even in your drunken-sex state, you could hear his heart accelerating at your words. You're everything to him, and he’s everything to you. He chased your ghosts away, and you will be forever grateful for that.  

[zvdvdlvr]

Love, Bucky.

In which James "Bucky" Barnes writes a letter to y/n, who was murdered in the Infinity War.

reading time: 1 minute

Dear my beloved,

y/n,

y/n l/n,

I wanna start by saying this was not my idea. Sam and my therapist thinks it'll do me good, but this piece of paper won't help me deal with nightmares like you did, so I find it pointless. My nightmares can still go suck an asshole. My nightmares are pretty bad again, but don't worry. I miss you.

There's this new asshat running around trying to be Steve. Oh my God, you'd hate him. I hate him. Sam hates him too. I think you would help us whoop his ass.

You would like Sarah, and her kids would adore you. I remember when we said we were gonna adopt. We could have kids too. Its ok though. Im ok. No im not...

I tried to keep your snap streaks cuz I know how much you hate hated missing your streak things, but I almost died trying to take a picture you would have approved, and Alpine seemed to always be laying on your phone and you know how I am about her, so it slipped my mind most days.

y/n, the truth is: I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't breathe, I can't fucking live anymore. With you gone, it's legitimately like my soul is gone. I love you so much and you just... died. I remember trying to find you among all the other heroes or whatever we call ourselves, and I just remember Steve running towards me and asking: 'Buck, where is she?' and I foolishly thought you were with him.

Doll, I love you so much, and honestly, I don't know how much longer I can deal with everything. I mean, Steve's gone, Nat's gone, Tony's gone, and Loki's gone too. Thor went with the Guardians, and I cant keep being brave for you because you aren't here to kiss me awake every Monday, or deal with me being so damn clingy, I-

I love you. So, so much, doll.

Love,

Bucky.

[hikarimiyanaga]

how would the Dimitrescus(and Donna) react after finding out that their S/O is actually a God(maybe Thor and Loki's youngest sister) when both of them visit/scold us because they're worried after not hearing from us for so long #protectivebrothersmode

I didn't put any ship on my previous one since I had this on stand-by.

Am I getting faster writing on my phone? Maybe.

Do I still prefer physical keyboards? ALWAYS.

I still love writing this requests and crossovers.

1st Part

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

You arrived at the Castle a year ago. Meaning it's been five years since you left your old world. You've been dating Alcina for over 6 months now. She just captured your attention when you arrived at the Castle and she attacked you. You weren't fazed, after all you were a Goddess.

Today was the day Hela was going to check in on you. You whip your phone out and go outside the castle. Hela answers and you could tell from her tone that she was nervous.

"Hela, why are you-? Did something happen?" You didn't want to go back but if there was an emergency situation then you would go. Gladly.

"No... Just both Thor and Loki are looking for you." You let that sink in for a few moments then you groan.

"Just tell them where I am. I'll wait for them." Hela agrees then you hang up. You look up at the sky and yawn as thunder can be heard from it.

"Miss Y/N. Are you going inside? I think there will be a storm." You shake your head at the Grand Chambermaid.

"There's no storm. That's just my brother." She tilts her head at your statement.

"Wha-" Just then a bolt of lightning strikes in the middle of the courtyard and Thor's figure emerges. You sigh.

"Hey, big brot-" You don't finish your greeting as you get attacked by Stormbreaker. You stop it with your hand. You grit your teeth. "Thor! What is-" Just then he strikes you with lightning. You shield yourself then hear the door behind you open. You knew that Alcina and her daughters have come out of the Castle.

"Y/N!? Who-" You lunge at Thor before he could even lay his eyes on Alcina. You notice for a split second that Loki is just watching on the sidelines and you growl. What is the meaning of this!?

"What is your problem!?" Thor holds out his hand and Stormbreaker comes to him.

"You! You are my problem!" He takes a step forward. "Why did you leave, Y/N? And why didn't you tell either me or Loki?" Now that pisses you off. They were both gone. Both you and Hela knew that they were alive, yes but shit their whereabouts? You absolutely had no idea. Were you worried? Of course, they were your brothers.

"Shut up!" The Earth rumbles as you shout. You hold out your hand and a sword forms. "You were both gone! You went to space! Loki travelled through time! So don't be a hypocrite!"

Thor stops at that but it was too late. You were already beginning your onslaught. He desperately defends himself from your vicious attacks.

You weren't the Goddess of War for no reason.

After wearing him out, you kick him over the edge. You hear his scream but knew that he was okay. You kick Stormbreaker in front of Loki who just smiles at you.

"Are you next?" He shakes his head and just goes to Alcina. You see Stormbreaker levitate so you hold out your hand as well. You knew Thor was trying to call it so you were trying to get him to you. The Stormbreaker stays in mid-air as Thor lands on the courtyard again. You stop your hold on the Stormbreaker so the ax hit Thor and he flew towards the gate.

Loki chuckles at your display. "You're really showing him, Y/N. Nice work." You glare at Loki who shrugs. You roll your eyes as you wait for Thor. "She really likes toying with him."

"And who exactly are you?" Alcina asks and Loki bows to her.

"I am Loki. God of Mischief and older brother of Y/N. The one she is fighting right now is also a brother of ours. The God of Thunder himself, Thor."

"I am Alcina Dimitrescu. One of the Four Lords of this Village." Loki nods then smiles at her.

"I am glad Y/N has found you, Lady Dimitrescu. It seems that she would do anything to protect you."

"What?"

"Earlier, if Thor had seen you, I would imagine he would strike you with lightning so Y/N lunged at him."

"Why would he strike me?" He chuckles.

"Because you are the only reason why my sister would stay here, no?"

Just then Thor lands in front of them and you were cracking your neck as you wield Stormbreaker.

"Thor, just stop this. We both know you can't win against Y/N." Thor scoffs at Loki then stands.

"I am her older brother! I can win!"

"Are you sure? Because she's kicking your ass right now and wielding your weapon." Thor splutters as you hold your fist out to Loki who bumps it with his own. You throw Stormbreaker in front of him.

"You're not even the King of Asgard anymore, brother. Give. It. Up." Thor sighs then nods. You roll your eyes then raise an eyebrow at him. "Now what in Father's name was that!? You see me then just attack me!? The fuck is wrong with you!?" He smiles then pats your head.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." That should have calmed you down. But instead it pissed you off even more. Your eye twitch then you use Stormbreaker to strike him with lightning. It doesn't affect him but it did make you feel better.

After that, you introduce the both of them to Alcina who is shocked but is pushing it down because she needs to look composed in front of your family. They leave for the day, but remind you that they'll check in too. You remind them to do it yearly, not monthly.

When they leave, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela immediately flock to you and ask you questions. You answer them.

At night, when you and Alcina were alone, you were nervous.

You never told her because you wanted to be treated as a normal human, not a Goddess that can either make or destroy stuff... which you can do but still.

"I'm really sorry." You say before she can even open her mouth. "I know I never told you, and I'm really sorry for that." You sigh. "I'm just so sick of being treated like I'm above others when... I just wanted to be treated like a normal person, that-" She doesn't let you finish as she kisses you. You blush as she smiles at you.

"So you're literally a Goddess." She purrs and you gulp. "I knew you were beautiful inside and out." She whispers and you shiver.

Did you let her sleep at all that night? No.

Donna Beneviento

You were with Donna when Hela had called. She even greeted Donna. It's been a year since you started dating her after all.

You and Donna were having tea when you heard a familiar sound. Thunder. You excuse yourself from Donna and she raises an eyebrow as you go outside. Angie follows you.

"Y/N! Why are you going outside?? Is it gonna rain??" You groan as you look back at Angie.

"No. But someone is coming." She tilts her head at you.

"Who??" You sigh as Thor and Loki land in front of you.

"My brothers." Angie looks at them with shock as you walk up to them.

"Y/N! Long time no see!" Thor hugs you and you free yourself from his grip.

"Got it, Thor! No need to squeeze! Damn it!"

"Y/N." Loki hugs you briefly and you smile at him. Donna opens the door and you three look at her.

"Y/N?" Thor pulls you behind him and you can't help but groan. Their overprotectiveness is showing again. "Who is this?" You quickly get in front of Donna and stop your brothers from doing anything.

"She's Donna Beneviento. She's my girlfriend." They look at each other then relax. You let them meet her.

When they both leave, both Donna and Angie look at you. You grin at them.

"Surprise?" Angie smacks you while Donna just holds your hand.

"TELL US NEXT TIME!" You agree then laugh as you get inside the house.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were just walking around the village with Bela when you hear the familiar sound of Thunder. You look up then groan.

"How the heck did they find me?" You hadn't even told Hela where you were. You pull Bela behind you as Thor and Loki lands in front of you.

"Y/N!" Thor tackles you so you push Bela out of the way. You land with a thud since your brother's strength is no joke. Loki looks at Bela and tilts his head.

"My, my Y/N." You look at Loki who is now helping Bela stand. "Control your powers, will you?" You blast Thor with said powers and fuss over Bela. She assures you that she's fine then you apologize profusely.

"Y/N?" You ignore Thor's call as he dusts himself off. "Who is that?" You sigh then turn to him at that. Right. Not even Hela knows who Bela is yet. Your relationship with her is new, after all.

"She's Bela Dimitrescu... I am currently courting her." You try to break it to them softly as the two can get very protective of you.

"Courting! Ah! Congratulations!" Thor pats your back and you endure through it while Loki just nods with a knowing smile.

You promise the both of them to check in once in a while and they both leave with a promise to get to know Bela better.

When they left, you feel Bela pinch you and you explain what you are... you know, a Goddess.

She squeals then drags you back to the Castle so you could tell her more.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You were sleeping with Cassandra outside on the courtyard so you don't even notice the sound of thunder from the sky.

Thor and Loki lands and you were still sound asleep... with another girl besides you.

Their voices were loud though so you rub your eyes open then see them still half-asleep. You smile as you sit and even Cassandra stirs awake.

"Thor! Loki! Morning." They both chuckle at you.

"I think it's already afternoon, Y/N." You shrug.

"What are you both doing here? Am I dreaming?" Thor laughs as Loki chuckles at you.

"We heard from Hela where you were... And since we haven't seen you in a long time.."

"You came to visit!? Nice!" You stand just as Cassandra sits on the spot you were both sleeping on.

"Y/N?" She asks and you turn to her with a smile.

"Cass. Morning." You kiss her and she smiles. "These two are my brothers." You gesture to Thor and Loki.

"I am Thor! God of Thunder." Cassandra stops at that then looks at you.

"And I am Loki. God of Mischief." Loki bows and she glares at you.

"Uhhh. Surprise??" She rolls her eyes then stands to introduce herself to them.

You all talked before your two brothers left.

Cassandra ignored you for the rest of the day. She doesn't like secrets and she would rather you tell her everything.

You spend the next few weeks, making it up to her. You just really hope she forgives you.

She does and you tell her everything about who you really are.

Daniela Dimitrescu

You were at the library with Daniela. She was telling you all about her favorite novels while you take notes in your mind so you would know what book you should get her.

When all of a sudden you hear a loud thunder. You tried to ignore it but your gut says otherwise. You excuse yourself then go outside and sure enough Thor and Loki were there. They were ready to attack Lady Alcina who was the first one to hear them, you guess.

You quickly go in front of her by jumping from the second floor. Thor stops at the sight of you and he hugs you. Daniela gets curious and looks from the second floor. She quickly gets down when she sees Thor hugging you.

You push him back and sigh.

"What are you both doing here?" They look at each other and was about to answer when a swarm of flies tackles you. You don't fall down but Daniela materializes behind you.

You look at her and she was glaring at Thor. She must be jealous. So you introduce them to her and Lady Alcina. They look at each other. You have brothers??

Thor laughs loudly as he roughly pats your back, singing praises of your 'adventures' as the Goddess of Water.

Adventures he exaggerated that's for sure.

You groan and promise to talk to them if they leave now. They both nod and remind that they'll check in as well.

You nod in defeat and sigh in relief when they left. You look back and see Daniela glaring at you while Alcina just smiles and gets inside.

You tell Daniela why and what you didn't tell her.

After that, you spend days and days, recalling everything from your adventures.

And spend every day right by her side.

A/N:

I- Can you guys guess who is my favorite?

Is it hard?

I am loving this ex-avenger/Goddess scenario. I think I'm going to write more on this.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

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