#if not let me repeat it here 'Loki would probably want to try anything at least once and if he doesn't

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Can you draw Audrey 2 beating the shit out of Loki Laufeyson?

I think they'd be frenemies-with-benefits not beat each other up

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the right partner

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Summary: You had no intentions of joining Stark's party, considering that your ex had just dumped you two days ago and he was already announcing his new relationship. And then along came Loki, offering to be your date for the night…

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: language (yeah no, not sorry, Rogers); little bit of steam at the end; reader w/ insecurities [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Steve is the ex; Nat & Wanda offering violence to avenge their bestie; borderline dangerous dancing stunts (don't try this at home, kids); coworkers/teammates to lovers

"Babes, stop fussing over the dress. You look hot. It's giving revenge dress if I do say so myself. Everyone covering the event will take one look at you and see without a doubt in their mind that you won this break up. Especially considering how hot your dates are."

Natasha nudged your shoulder playfully, probably in hopes of wiping the scowl off of the reflection staring back at you as you adjusted the strap of your midnight blue mermaid dress, making sure everything was secure and no unflattering angles were even remotely feasible.

Then again you could barely walk properly in the damn thing, so there really wasn't much room for awkward and unflattering, considering that you'd be able to do little more than stand and pose. You'd wanted to trade in the dress for something that gave you a bit more breathing room considering that the man that chose -- well, he'd argue strongly encouraged -- the dress was no longer your date for the night, but your choices would be stiflingly limited with how close you'd have been cutting it if you'd returned it.

Two days to break up, pack up, move your things out of his apartment in the compound, move back into your own apartment, clean up said apartment to make it at least livable once again, cry a bit, and then ready yourself for this charity ball? There wasn't time to return the dress that Steve chose, let alone pick out a new one. Even with the help of both Nat and Wanda.

"Remind me to thank Bucky and Vision for letting me steal you two away tonight?"

"Don't even worry about it. But maybe you could talk to Bucky later and tell him that there isn't even a shred of this that's his fault? He somehow got it into his head that because Steve's his best friend he should have sensed something. Should've told me. Or directly told you. He's been feeling like shit over this whole thing since I came home two days ago and told him I had to help you clean out your stuff from Rogers' apartment and move back into your old one."

Just as you were about to reassure the Russian spy that you would talk to her husband the second you got the chance to when there were no nosy reporters lurking around corners or planting microphones around the event to capture their next juicy story, Wanda walked into the room, her expression colored with a mix of pity and irritation.

"Well he might feel a hell of a lot worse now that he's seeing in real time what his best buddy's been doing since the breakup." Nausea began to swirl in your stomach as they each took one of your hands and the sorceress led you to the conference hall that had been fully decked out for tonight's event. The crowd had gathered around the dance floor, phones out and whispering amongst one another as they looked on the couple in the center.

"Oh you've got to be fucking shitting me," Nat bellowed in outrage, her hand leaving yours and wrapping around your waist to ensure you were still standing straight. "You even asked him point blank about her and he brushed you off--"

"Don't worry about her, Cookie, I'm just making sure she has the best training available to her," you seethed, feeling yourself shaking in your friend's hold as you repeated Steve's words to you just last week. "Babes, I don't think I even wanna go in there. I can already see the fucking headlines. Heartbroken Avenger Y/N Y/L/N seeks the comfort of her girlfriends' company as former lover Captain America debuts his new relationship with SHIELD Agent Ava WhatsHerFace. This isn't worth it. You two go. Be with your husbands. I'm going home."

"Are you sure?" Wanda squeezed your other hand, her free arm already radiating her signature red magic. "I can trip her and make them fall flat on their asses, just say the word."

It took you a great deal to not take her up on her offer, instead opting to just squeeze her hand back before letting go, maneuvering yourself out of their hold. "I'm sure. No tripping anybody, you two. Last thing we need is the internet speculating on which sides the Avengers are taking in what they're gonna try and spin as the breakup that shocked the world, and then making these idiotic theories about how we might cause a reiteration of Germany right here in the Big Apple."

"Okay what if I just poisoned her drink no one would know it was me--"

"Babes, everyone would know it was you," you cut off the spy. "No poison. No tripping. Not even a backhanded compliment. If you really can't stand the sight of her then walk away. Otherwise Pepper will kill us over making a scene over this and I'm not even joining the damn party but she'll drag me in anyway because she's gonna figure out that you two did what you did because of me."

"You're a better woman than that little shit ever deserved," Wanda grumbled, pulling you into a quick embrace. "We'll see you after the party then? Because no way in hell are you sleeping alone tonight."

"After," you confirmed, already walking away from the two as they walked toward the bar to where Bucky and Vision were undoubtedly standing and waiting patiently for them.

You'd walked down a good few feet down the hall when a voice halted you.

"Y/N?" You inwardly groaned at the sound of Loki calling out to you. The absolute last thing you needed was the member of the team who was undoubtedly and objectively the most unfairly breathtakingly beautiful person in all of New York -- hell, in all of the world as far as you were concerned -- seeing you in the dejected state you were in.

You did your best to plaster on a half-smile as you turned to face the god. "Hey, Mischief." You threw him a cursory glance, your heart skipping a good few beats when you registered his bespoke Burnham green tuxedo forming to his sculpted body like a well-worn leather glove. "You look great."

"You're breathtaking," he sighed, walking the rest of the distance and stopping a few steps in front of you. "As you always are." He gave you a curt smile, his fingers visibly twitching in your direction as he kept his hands to his sides. "Are you not joining the gala?"

"Thinking I might sit this one out, actually," you murmured, grimacing at just how miserable you sounded to your own ears. "Considering it doing Pepper a solid and making sure that tonight's all about whatever cause Stark decided to back this time around and not about the untimely demise of me and Rogers. The last thing we need is me becoming the center of attention because the media published headlines calling me the Heartbroken Avenger because I walked in there with my friends while my ex debuts his shiny new toy." You took an awkward step back, giving him an even more inelegant wave his way. "You have fun, though, Mischief."

He took your hand in his as you were turning away from him. "What if I escorted you?" Something with his soft spoken tone, partnered with the way his thumb was stroking the back of your hand, had you struggling to take your next breath. "We could walk in together, and it wouldn't cross anybody's mind to call you heartbroken or lonely or anything of the sort."

You couldn't help but scoff at his offer. "I'm not sure you wanna take on the media vultures who'll write about you getting Captain America's sloppy seconds. Hell, if I walk in there with you they'll think you probably did it out of pity. People already paint me as someone they don't think could have pulled the likes of Steve, but if we walk in there together you'll never hear the end of how charitable you were to--"

"Stop that," he cut you off, his tone sibilant and terse as if he was slicing through your self-pity party for one. "Rogers is an imbecile, he always has been. To have held painite in his uncouth hands and traded it in for mere rubble." He took a step closer to you, making you struggle to hide the shudder than ran through you when you could practically feel the warmth of his body radiating from him. "To walk into that room with you would not be an act of charity, darling. It would be an honor. A privilege."

"Okay come on that's enough--"

"How I wish you could see yourself the way I do," he murmured, his free hand lightly grasping your chin and making it impossible to turn your gaze from him. "Come with me. We'll share a dance and afterward if you still wish to leave then we will."

"Are you insane?" you blurted out, shaking your head at how absurd his offer was. "If you walk in with me and you leave with me, you're gonna find out real quick that people actually can hate me more than they did when I was dating Steve, because now I'm preventing you from getting all the pretty girls' numbers in the party. There are supermodels in there, Mischief. Pretty sure there're some princesses, too. They came here for you."

"Then they will leave disappointed," he answered back, the corner of his mouth pulling in a smirk as he watched your brows knit together in clear confusion. "As for attaining the contact information of, how did you phrase it again? Pretty girls? I already have that of the most beguiling woman who would be in that gala, I truly need no more." He let go of your hand to reach for his phone and tap away at it to call whoever he was referring to.

A few seconds later your little purse began to ring, making you give him a pointed stare. "Smooth." Your phone stopped ringing as soon as he put his away, finding yourself fighting to breathe properly once more when he placed his hand back in yours. "Fine," you huffed. "But we're not dancing, I can barely walk in this stupid thing, the dance floor would turn into a crime scene if I so much as spun wrong."

The soft chuckle that escaped his lips filled you with a weird sense of pride, knowing that even for a few short moment the usually terse god felt comfortable enough around you to seem so unguarded. He released his hold on you to hover his hands by your waist. "May I?"

You took a moment to try figuring out what he meant before answering, "I don't know what you're asking for but alright. I trust you."

His playful demeanor faltered for a moment, eyebrows knitting together and raising slightly before he placed his hands on your waist and gently guiding you to turn and facing the mirrored wall. Your breath hitched in your throat with a squeak as his gaze met yours on the reflection, bringing his face level to yours, his lips hovering just beside your ear. "Beautiful as you are in this dress, darling, you look as if you'd been forced to conform into something you're not. You were made to move freely, as gracefully and as fluidly as you move in the field."

You held your breath as you watched his magic washing over you, your dress melting away from the shoulders down and slowly being replaced with a dark emerald silk gown that stopped just below your ankles, the skirt flaring out from the waist with a slit going up to the middle of your thigh. The feel of your hair cascading down your back had you realizing that you were so caught up in the spectacle of your dress changing before your very eyes that you'd barely felt his fingers deftly taking the pins out of your hair and undoing the tightly knotted bun that borderline violently pulled at your temples.

"Hmmm…much better." You fought against the chill that ran throughout your body at the low tone of his voice reverberating in your ear. "Just one more…tiny flourish." His hand moved from your hair to rest his fingers lightly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, a slight smile appearing on his face in the reflection when your breathing became audibly staggered as a teardrop emerald pendant hanging off a gold chain materialized around your neck. "Himmelske," he breathed out, the vision of him lightly pressing his lips to the top of your head making your pulse pound in your ears. "Shall we?"

"This is too much…" you sighed, turning around to face him and nearly stumbling over your own feet when you saw how close your faces were to one another.  "I can't possibly--"

"You can, darling." He took your hand in his again and brought it up towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, all the while his eyes never leaving yours. "You look ethereal, like a goddess walking among mortals." He pressed his lips to your knuckles once more. "Min gudinne." He began to walk backwards towards the party, keeping your hands intertwined as he led you down the hall, typing something away a quick message on his phone as the music from the repurposed conference hall gradually grew louder.

Once you were mere feet away from the doors leading to the conference hall, the old-fashioned music that made you want to retch on the spot screeched to a halt, and Tony's voice boomed through the speakers.

"Alright Cap that's enough, some of us actually don't want to see our dinner a second time tonight." The crowd began to chuckle at his joking barbs toward your ex. "Why don't you and your new babydoll take a breather for a minute. Or a hundred. While I go ahead and play on a special request for…well I'll be damned…Reindeer Games."

The sound of Tony's little nickname for Loki had you growing frigid in the god's hold. "Mischief, what did you do?"

Your question went unanswered, him opting to give you a soft smile as he lifted your joint hands up to place a tender kiss to the back of your hand before leading you to the center of the dance floor, the sound of your friends' claps and cheers -- as well as a round of hearty hollers from both Bucky and Thor -- filling the room and overpowering the piano intro of "Tightrope" by Sara Bareilles playing over the speakers as soon as you came into view.

Glares tinged with thinly veiled envious rage weighed down on you like cinder blocks as the raven-haired Asgardian placed his hand on your lower back, bringing your bodies within mere inches of one another. "Everyone's staring," you wavered, trying to keep your breathing even as he began to lead you in a basic waltz around the dance floor.

"Envious, petulant mortals," he answered with a sneer, giving you a small smirk at the end. "Likely because I have the most beautiful date among them all."

"Do gods wear glasses?" you bit back, scoffing softly at his words. "Because I'm pretty sure Adriana Lima is here and--"

"I can see quite clearly, precious mortal," he cut you off, the gentle tone of his voice not once wavering. "Better than you think." He upped the pace of your steps, the smile on his face growing wider as your steps became less structured and he raised your joint hands to spin you on the spot, your dress twirling fluidly with each step before he pulled you back to him, now chest to chest as he resumed leading you in a large circle around the floor. "You seem surprised, darling."

"I usually would have stepped on your toes by now," you whispered, your breath hitching as every step you took together felt perfectly synced, a part of you heavily dreading stumbling and sending you both into a clumsy heap on the floor. Especially with the even closer proximity of your bodies to one another. "Are you doing this?" He answered you with a slight furrow of his eyebrows. "Did you enchant the dress? The necklace? My shoes?"

"I did nothing of the sort, dear Y/N," he whispered into your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin sending your heart into overdrive. "Perhaps you'd simply been with the wrong partners all your life." You faintly registered the way his hold on you tightened the slightest bit. "I wish to prove it to you. A little flourish both for our benefit and for the entertainment of our audience."

A sequence of movements was projected into your mind, each motion requiring complete trust in your partner as you climbed over his back, held up only by your joint hands and your knee braced on his shoulder as he spun on the spot. And then capped off with a dismount that had you hanging upside down and suspended as such for a few moments before righting yourself on your feet.

"Do you trust me, darling?"

You didn't need to think twice about your answer. "Yes." He flashed a brilliant smile before twirling you away and out of his hold, turning his back to you and giving you a silent signal to execute the move. Within a few short moments you were propped up on his shoulder, held up by your joint hands and feeling as if you were flying as he executed each turn with visible ease.

The faces of the crowd, a mixture of pure shock and awe, said it all. No one on the team had ever placed that much trust in Loki, despite the countless times he'd undoubtedly saved any and all of you throughout your numerous missions together. And here you were giving everyone a blatant display that among all the members of the team, you probably trusted him the most.

There wasn't even the slightest tremble in your movement as you executed the dismount, briefly giving them all a face-splitting grin that nearly mirrored the blond Asgardian watching from the bar as he looked on at the spectacle you and his brother had created before turning back and facing your partner. The next moment he'd gone back to holding you and twirling you both around the dance floor with a slight flourish as you reunited.

"There you are, precious mortal," he breathed out, securing his arm around your waist and lifting you off your feet as he spun you both again, the skirt of your dress billowing from the motion and creating a perfect flourish to your steps, earning you various oohs and aahs from the audience. You assumed that the bitter hmph sounds came from your ex and Miss Ava WhatsHerFace. "I've missed seeing that smile on you. It's been months too long. How I wanted to strike at Rogers' face the moment I saw the light in you wavering."

"You saw that?" You prided yourself in concealing your insecurities and the downward spiral that your mind had taken the moment that the new recruit had been assigned to train for the Avengers, painting on a bright disposition despite the interest that Steve had taken in her and the rapidly dwindling attention he paid to you in turn.

It never occurred to you that people might be looking closer than you intended them to. Or that one of those people would be someone you'd carried feelings for ever since long before you and Rogers ever even went out on the first date. You kept on guilting yourself that you were no better than him, if you were being completely honest.

The only leg up you had over your ex was that at least you did right by him and you never acted on anything. But then again you had no reason to believe that you could; in your eyes, Loki had to reason to see you, let alone return your sentiment.

"I see you, Y/N," he murmured, bringing his hand higher up your back, leaning forward, and tilting you backward in a low dip. "I've always seen you." Your heart caught in your throat as you felt him press a soft kiss to your cheek before bringing you both back up to stand upright, a new sequence of movements projected into your mind.

This time of him lifting you into the air, a hand braced on your lower back, the other wrapped around your ankle, followed by a drop that would land you safely in his arms and have the god carrying you bridal style. You could see the silent question shining in his eyes as the projected image fizzled away, awaiting your answer. "I trust you," you whispered, taking a breath as he turned you to face away from him and lifted you into the air with ease.

There wasn't a single doubt in your mind even in that split second where you were falling through the air. You knew you were safe with him. Physically at least.

Emotionally it felt like he was leading you to the edge of a cliff, and you were all too happy to step off if it meant he'd look at you even remotely like he did throughout any point of tonight.

You landed in his arms with a soft, nearly soundless thud, once again met with appreciative applause from the room of onlookers and Tony's voice once again sounding through the speakers. "Jellybean, I take back every joke I ever made about your dancing. Now I know it wasn't you that made those moves bad and that's all I'm gonna say on that. Give it up for these two one more time, ladies and gentlemen!"

A traitorous squeak from the back of your throat slipped from your lips as the god carrying you briefly touched the tip of his nose to yours and pressed a kiss between your brows before setting you back down on your feet, taking your hand in his and lacing his fingers between yours. He led you through the dance floor that was quickly becoming crowded as a rhythmic thumping beat boomed from the sound system, placing you directly in front of him with his free arm wrapped around your midsection.

Once you'd reached the bar, crossing paths with Nat and Wanda and their respective husbands as they made their way to the dance floor, only Thor remained to greet you as you occupied two seats next to one another. "Brother, elation becomes you." Before he walked toward the buffet, handing his empty plate to one of the cleaning staff, he turned to face you. "Take care of him. Actually, take care of each other."

Your brows knitted together as you watched the blond Asgardian walk away, confusion niggling away at your brain as you turned your gaze back to Loki. "What was that--"

The rest of your sentence died on the tip of your tongue as the raven-haired god cupped your jaw, weaving his fingers through your hair, as he closed the distance between you and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You whimpered against him as he stood from his seat, framing your face with his hands as he stepped closer to you, all the while his lips never leaving yours.

He breathed your name as he pulled away, the way that he seemingly sounded almost as flustered as you were paired with the restraint so evident in his hold on you creating a heady combination that made the room spin. "He never deserved you."

Those words had your eyes snapping open, wondering if you'd heard him right. "Loki what--"

"And you should have had someone that treasured you. Worshipped you. That knew with every fiber of his being that he was the most fortunate bastard in the Nine for being the one that you shared the most intimate parts of your life with." Your heart thundered in your ears as he leaned in to kiss you again. "Someone that would proudly show whoever was around to watch that he is equally yours as you are his. Perhaps even more so."

"Are you trying to tell me that that someone is you?" The music had faded away to nothing more than a dull thumping in the background as you looked into his eyes, rife with emotions that you couldn't quite place as his hands traveled down to wrap around your waist, stepping closer to you, and leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple.

"If you would let me," he murmured against your skin. "He was but a fool to have let you go. But if his foolishness leads to my fortune, then perhaps I could be moved to despise him a little less." He kissed a trail from your temple to your ear, making your breath hitch again as his thumb stroked at your side and tracing the faint lines of your ribcage while he whispered a deliciously tempting offer. "Leave with me. Let me be the fortunate wretch that gets to take you home. That gets to worship you, to pleasure you. Even if only for tonight, let me make you equally mine as I am yours. As I have always been yours."

His offer alone already had you trembling in anticipation for what he could possibly have in store for you the moment you gave him your answer. "I have to find Nat and Wanda," you blurted out, making a motion to step off of your seat.

"Y/N please--"

"They offered to stop by my apartment after the party," you explained, mustering the courage to press a quick kiss to his lips when you watched in disbelief as a touch of desperation colored his features. "They wanted to make sure I wasn't going to sleep alone tonight. I have to tell them I have other plans."

A brilliant smile stretched across his face as he pulled you in for another kiss, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as he pulled you against him, lifting you out of your seat and setting you back down on your feet, holding you in his arms the same way he did a few moments ago as you weaved your way through the crowd.

It didn't take you long to find the two women in question, tapping both of them on their shoulders to call their attention. "Rain check on the sleepover?" you shouted over the music.

Wanda took one look at how Loki was holding you and eyed Nat with a smirk. "You got a better offer, I see. Go, babes. We just wanted to make sure you didn't sleep alone tonight."

"Now we gotta make sure you stay awake at the mission brief in the morning because you won't be sleeping at all," Nat capped off with a raise of her eyebrow. She eyed the god holding you with a pointed glare. "If you hurt her--"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Romanoff," he cut her off. "Unlike some people in our non-immediate company, I have every intention of holding on to painite with every ounce of my strength."

Your brows once again knitted together as your friends began to squeal and giggle while you walked away with the god, the alcohol clearly beginning to get to them. "Okay I have to ask. What exactly is painite? You've…said that twice tonight," you prodded, looking up at him only to be met with a tender smile and an intensity burning in his eyes that nearly made you fall over.

"It is the rarest, most precious gemstone on this planet. Perhaps in all the realms," he answered, turning you in his arms as soon as you stepped foot into the corridor and walking you backwards until your back was flush against the wall. "And despite its crimson hue I would still say undoubtedly the most beautiful." You shuddered under his gaze as he trailed a finger from the center of your neck down your torso until he reached your waist and pulled you to him for a fleeting but heated kiss. "That is how I see you. Rare. Precious. And undoubtedly the most beautiful creature I will ever lay my eyes on."

The next moment your surroundings were awash with a wave of his green magic, and you were inside his apartment, your moans piercing the quiet darkness as his lips latched on to your neck and you felt his hands working to divest you of your dress. His next words, rasped against your skin, already had your legs shaking without him having even begun to touch you yet.

"Mine. Finally mine."

A/N: Omg I've finally finished it 😩 And he's precious your honor 🥹 I've honestly had this idea bouncing around in my head for so many days now that I'm so happy that it's finally out for y'all to read and (hopefully) enjoy.

There is a plan for a part 2 of this but it's literally all smut and it's a long ways away because I have every intention to get into 'relinquish the crown' again and also 'back to you'…and also the requests from the 500 follower celebration so just like 'sworn fealty'…it might happen, it might not happen, and that's that on that.

Translations: Himmelske – Heavenly Min gudinne – My goddess

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Burgers, Fries with some Spice - Loki x Sylvie

I wrote this before episode 2 came out. As I said before it is on Ao3 but I am posting here as well in case people prefer to read on here. Contains season 2 spoilers.

They found her they found Sylvie!

Loki couldn't contain his joy as they walked towards the entrance to McDonald's. He couldn't wait to see her. Mobius trailed behind looking baffled as he gazed up at the infamous restaurant.

"Of all places." He muttered to himself. "The world no the universe might be ending and she goes to freaking McDonald's?"

Loki spins round and gives his friend a grin.

"It's a good hiding place. Who would imagine well me working in a place like this?"

"But it's not a good hiding place." Mobius frowned. "We just found her."

The grin is immediately wiped off Loki's face.

"Right?" He nods sheepishly. "Good point."

"So." Mobius folds his arms. "What are we doing? How do you want to approach this?"

"Well for starters you can stay outside." Mobius raised an eyebrow at that. "It's best if I go in alone." Loki explains. "I'm the probably the only one who can get through to her."

"Yeah and that worked out well last time." Mobius replied sarcastically.

Loki sighs and closes his eyes.

"I nearly had her...I...We..." Mobius wasn't prepared to listen to his bullshit. He goes to walk past but the God of Mischief stops him. "Look just give me a chance okay? I didn't have enough time before this time I will do it I will reach her...You got to let me do this. Please Mobius."

Loki is giving him the puppy dog eyes again the one where Mobius ends up giving in and letting the bastard get what he wants.

But no Mobius wasn't giving in this time. He instead stands up straight and gives Loki a stern look.

Loki's eyes grew wider he is pleading (Loki will not admit that out loud) to Mobius begging him to let him to do this give him another chance to make this right. Mobius stared back. A minute into the staring contest Mobius finally gives up.

God damm it!

"Fine. " He sighed. "If you get kicked through another door it's not my problem."

Loki looked ready to argue again but then decided against it. He then closed his mouth, gives his friend a glare then storms off into the restaurant.

When Loki stepped inside he is immediately greeted with a kid that had icecream drooling down his mouth. The kid gives him a goofy grin showing he had several teeth missing. Loki froze unsure on what to do. Then the kid's mother called him and the kid ran back to the table.

Sighing with relief Loki goes off to search for his alternative self.

He scans the room. He sees all couples and families sat together eating their meals. Seeing this made Loki's heart ache. It reminded him of the life he has left behind, the people he has left behind. His Mother, his Father, his Brother. All of them gone.

He is all that is left. He is alone, trapped in something that is bigger than anything he has ever faced before and it scared no terrified him.

Suddenly needing her more than ever Loki's eyes dart around the room. Trying to spot the familiar blonde hair. Then Loki stopped.

His eyes land on her.

"Sylvie. " He whispered.

Sylvie froze.

She then turns round to face him.

She looked pissed.

But Loki didn't care he was happy to see her.

He walks up the counter grinning from ear to ear. Sylvie folds her arms and frowns at him.

"What do you want?"

He huffs a laugh.

"And nice to see you too."

Sylvie let out a scowl and she turns to the cash register.

"If you are not here to order then get out." Loki raises an eyebrow. "I mean it." She glared at him. "You are holding up the line?"

Loki glanced over his shoulder. There is no one behind him.

"Right?"

"It will get busy. It always does."

"Right." He repeated.

Sylvie sighs.

"Loki I can't deal with this right now."

"Can't deal with what exactly? The part where you messed up?" She shoots him a death glare. Loki wasn't backing down. "Or the part where you kicked me through the door and went MIA? Hmm? We been looking for you Sylvie."

"We?"

"Mobius."

"Is he here?"

Loki didn't respond.

Sylvie again sighs.

"They are looking for you as well." Loki then said. "The TVA."

"Did it not ever occur to you that you could bring them here?"

"We still got here before them and we will get you out of here before they find us and..."

"Loki I'm not going anywhere."

Sylvie goes to the machine and begins refilling the milkshakes. Loki frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm done." She answered her back still to him.

"Done?"

"I did what I had to."

"Did you not hear the part where I said you screwed up? He is not gone Sylvie...actually he is more powerful than before he is worse and he is coming for us all." Loki grips the counter. "You don't understand this is bad really bad."

"So?"

"So?"

"You said he is more powerful he is worse than the last one." Sylvie turns round and folds her arms. "What do you expect me to do? What do you expect us to do?"

"We got to stop him Sylvie."

"Stop him?" She laughs. "Like a hero? We're not heroes Loki. This is not our fight."

"So this is it huh? You are just going to stand here and entertain children all day like a freaking clown and act like nothing has happened?" He shakes his head with disbelief. "Seriously?"

"I like it here."

"You like it here?" He barked out a laugh. "Do you have any idea what I have just been through? I have been ripped from time I have been in the past, the present, the future. I was that close to being gone...gone for good."

Her eyes are wide now. Loki lowers his head and sighs heavily.

"But despite all that...I couldn't stop thinking about you." He lifts his head to look at her. "The scenarios that went through my head. I thought he...he did something to you and..." He grits his teeth. "All I thought about was that I failed...I failed to stop you I didn't do enough I...I thought I lost you for good."

A range of emotions flashed across his eyes. Guilt and fear.

"Then I saw you in the future..." He smiles slightly. "I thought maybe everything will be okay but..." His smile drops. "...seems I was wrong."

Loki looks down at her. He looked disappointed in her.

"You been here all this time...all this time while I...actually I shouldn't be surprised you are me this is what we do we only look out for ourselves."

"I'm not you."

Loki gives her a 'Really look'.

"You came back." Sylvie continued. "For me even after what I did you still came back." The mask starts to drop from her face. The emotions come through the cracks. "You care Loki you care way too much. That's why I'm not you." Her face screws up. "Nobody cared about me so I didn't care about anyone else it has always been me only me. Back there I did that for me I didn't a damm about the consequences."

"So none of that was real back there? That kiss."

Sylvie looks away.

"It was just a way to distract me, get me out of the picture?"

She continued to say nothing.

Loki shakes his head.

"Yet I don't believe you."

"Loki." Her voice is strained. "Drop it."

"No."

Stubborn bastard. She thought with a sigh.

"Look me in the eye and tell me there is nothing between us. All those moments we had didn't mean anything."

Sylvie makes eye contact with him. She looked him in the eye.

Still she said nothing.

She stared at him for several moments.

She should come out and deny it. Deny the feelings, deny the growing relationship between them but she couldn't.

Looking at him now brought her back to the moment when her lips went on his. The kiss, the passion, the emotions that poured into it. She can remember the fire that stirred in her when he took her in. She can remember the butterflies in her stomach when he expressed kindness to her. She could say he was being a nuisance and she needed him out of the way but that's not true is it? Deep down a small part of her screamed that she did that to protect him she sent him away so he wouldn't get hurt. She didn't look for him afterwards because part of her feared he wouldn't forgive her for what she did she couldn't bear the thought of him hating her she didn't want those moments of them to be tarnished by hate.

Sylvie didn't have many good memories. The time she spent with Loki was the best moments of her life. She wanted to hold on to those memories like they were treasure. She wanted to remember his smile, the way his eyes lit up every time he saw her, when he created a blanket for them even though they didn't need it but used it as a excuse to get close together. All those moments they were precious.

Imagine her shock when he came in. The happiness he had for her radiated off him. When she saw him she wanted to run and throw her arms around him and express her joy and relief that he is okay but the fear held her back the fear of getting too close to someone, the fear of getting hurt. What if she did lose him for good? Good things never last in Sylvie's life.

So she tried to push him away make out she didn't care but of course the bastard stayed put she couldn't decide whether she loved him for that or despised him for it. Then when he confessed his feelings to her when he admitted to her that she is all he has thought about Sylvie was in shock. She is right when she said nobody gave her a damm about her yet here is this man this infuriating, annoying, caring man who has made his way into her heart and made her feel things that she has never felt before about anyone. Sylvie had to admit that scared her.

Now he wanted the truth he wanted her to admit her feelings like he has admitted his. If she did that if she confessed her feelings there will be no going back. Sylvie would have to stop living in the past and move on and face whatever the future held for them.

"Sylvie?" He said his voice soft. He sounded so patient so understanding it was like he knew she would struggle with this struggle with these new emotions that are currently coursing through her.

He said to her once "I've been where you are." He probably knows her more than she knows herself (Sylvie will never admit that out loud) It should be a problem that he can read her like an open book but it isn't because it felt nice to be with someone who understands her, knows her pain, her loss, her anger and rage they both may have been on different paths but no matter what they are Loki, they are the same, they are one. When they are together they are whole and they are healing each other. That is what Loki has done for her, he has helped to gradually heal her scars, he has opened her eyes and made her see there is more to life than just revenge. Her eyes go on the children laughing and the couples smiling at each other and holding hands. Loki made her see that the world is not as simple as black and white the world is beautiful, bold and vibrant. Sylvie has never seen so much color in her life.

It is breathtaking.

And Sylvie didn't want it to stop.

Sylvie takes a deep breath.

You can only lie to yourself for so long.

She huffed a laugh at that.

Ironic.

She goes to open her mouth but a clear of a throat stops her.

"Sylvie." Her colleague comes up to her with a frown. "Is this man bothering you?"

Loki glanced at her waiting for her reply. Sylvie smirks and turns to her colleague.

"I'm taking my break."

"Huh what?"

"Now I'm taking it now." She rips off the apron and shoves it into his arms. "I won't be long. We'll just be around the back."

She gives her alternative self a knowing look. Loki understood the message perfectly. He gives her and her colleague a charming smile as he goes round the counter and follows Sylvie into the back of the restaurant.

.............

"Did I tell you that you look like crap?"

"No but thank you." Loki replied sarcastically.

Sylvie quickly scans the room to ensure no one is around. She then turns to face her alternative self and smiles. She goes towards him but he stops her.

"Sylvie." Loki sighs. "About earlier when I said you screwed up I didn't mean that...You didn't screw up we screwed we..."

"Shh." She places her finger on his lip. "You talk too much."

"But..."

"No seriously shut up." She smiled as she said it.

She brings her hand on to his cheek. He leans into her touch and closes his eyes.

"I missed this." He whispered.

Her smile widens.

"I missed you."

Her heart warmed by his words. She knows she should say something back to him but she wasn't quite there yet she wasn't open like him. Maybe as time goes on she will become openly affectionate. Right now she prefers to express herself through actions rather than words.

Sylvie made the first move. She reached up and locked her lips with his. He responds and kisses her back. He wraps his arms around and pulls her in close. He holds her tight scared that if he lets go she will vanish again.

Sylvie deepens the kiss, she pushes her tongue in and lets it roll along his. He moans. His reaction caused her heart to flutter. Moments later they both pull away. Loki goes in to kiss her again but suddenly ketchup is sprayed into his mouth. The God of Mischief gasps and spits the excessive sauce out of his mouth. He heard her giggle. He looks and sees her holding the bottle of sauce in her hand.

"Couldn't help myself." She grinned.

Loki huffed a smile. Mischief. That is what they are. It shouldn't be a surprise that moments like this will create opportunities to cause chaos and mayhem. Then making love to yourself will probably cause lots of chaos but hey who cares?

"Hilarious." He rolled his eyes and his lips find hers again.

This time the kiss is more heated more passionate. Sylvie's eyes widen with surprise as he presses her against the wall and claims her mouth with his own.

"I want you." He growled in her ear. "I want all of you."

He quickly removes her clothes. He tosses them to the side before putting his lips against hers again.

One minute Sylvie is against the wall the next minute she is on the table with him on top of her. He is still kissing her. The hunger he had for her all came pouring out into that kiss. Sylvie took it in, she hang on to every drop, stored it away into her mind with her other treasures.

Then Loki stops and moves back. He rakes her up and down with his eyes.

"So beautiful." He says.

He leans forward and runs his hand down her chest, her stomach and her thighs. His hand paused at her entrance. He brushes along the folds causing her to shiver. He smiles at her reaction.

Then suddenly he sticks his finger inside her.

Sylvie gasps as he goes inside her. Shortly after he sticks another finger in. He pushes all the way in causing her to cry out.

He starts to thrust her with his fingers. He starts off slow but then eventually picks up the pace. He hits all the sensitive spots and enjoys the sounds that come spilling from her lips.

"Fuck!" She cursed out loud.

He grins at her reaction.

He goes faster and more harsher. He keeps thrusting her until her legs tighten around him. When she did that he paused and abruptly pulls his fingers out. Sylvie moaned at the loss of contact. Sweat is already pouring down her brow. Loki laughs at her. She is a mess already.

"Oh darling." He smirked. "We are just getting started."

Her eyes go wide at that. So many thoughts flash across her mind. What was he going to do? What happens next? Will she able to survive this? Her thoughts stop when she sees Loki pick up the bottle of ketchup from earlier.

"What are you going to do with that?" She asked.

He again smirked.

"Lets just say two can play at that game."

Before Sylvie could respond Loki opens the bottle and starts to pour the sauce on to her stomach.

"LOKI!" She cried out in shock.

Loki climbs on top of her and admires the work he has done.

"Hmm...delicious." He licks his lips in a seductive manner. "Can't wait to have a taste."

As soon as he said that his tongue goes on her belly and he begins to lick her up.

His cool wet tongue on her hot sweaty skin caused Sylvie to flinch and tremble under his grasp. She again let out another gasp as his tongue moves downwards and starts to lick her folds. Sylvie pushed herself into his face. A whine escapes her as his long strokes caused electric shocks to spread across her body.

"Fuck Loki!" She cursed.

Loki pulls his tongue out and looks up at her with a questioning brow.

"I thought you preferred to be called Sylvie?"

Sylvie glares at him but the expression doesn't last long. Her face immediately crumbles when his tongue goes back inside her again. He pushes his tongue in deep and hungrily licks her up and down.

Loki then stops and towers over her again. His lips go back on to hers. Sylvie can taste herself along with the ketchup. It was a strange combination but it worked well. It summarized their situation perfectly. Making love to yourself is the most weirdest thing Sylvie has ever done yet no matter how strange it sounded it worked. They worked so well together.

Loki fondled her breasts, he squeezed her already hard nipples and nibbled her earlobe. Every time Sylvie tried to speak her words came out jumbled. She couldn't think straight when she is around him. It drove her bloody mad. Yet she couldn't complain.

Eventually Sylvie did find the strength, she felt her magic thrumming beneath her fingers. She closes her eyes and mentally counts herself in. Then she opens them and smirks at her alternative self.

"You had your fun. Now its my turn."

Sylvie suddenly flies her hands forward. Within a second Loki is on the table and Sylvie is on top of him. She runs her hand along his cheek. She grinned at his stunned expression.

"Anything to say?" She asked.

He didn't reply.

"Speechless?" She laughed. "That's a first." She leans forward. Her breath inches away from his. "Let me return the favor." She whispered with a smile.

She then gives him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his clothes and ripping it off him. She splits the clothes in half and sends them flying in various directions. He snorted and rolled his eyes.

"So dramatic."

"We love to put on a show." She smirked.

"Born to be an entertainer."

"Indeed. It is our forte."

She goes down and latches on to his nipples. She bites down hard on them. He shuddered and moaned as she started to make her way down his body.

She licks, nicks and trails her hands over his body. She cherishes all of him takes in every part of him she wants to remember this forever.

His breathing has gone shallow when she reaches his dick. She stopped and admired it. She took it into her hands and runs her fingers along it. She then looks into his screwed up face and smiles.

He is handsome.

Loving yourself, complimenting yourself.

How vain.

Sylvie laughed. It again reminded her how bizarre this all is.

But she didn't care because she wanted this and he wanted this. She wanted to make sure this is perfect for them she didn't want to let him down.

Sylvie suddenly grasps his length in her hands. Loki cries out when she draws him into her mouth. She sucks, licks and teases him. His hips thrusted uncontrollably, making her take more of him into her warm mouth.

"SYLVIE!"

Hearing her name roll off his tongue sent a wave of excitement through her. She increased her pace, her head bops up and down as she took him all the way in. He again cried out her name. He moans with pleasure and desire.

Eventually Sylvie removes herself from him. She makes a pop sound as his dick slides out of her mouth. She smiles at his flustered face. He trembles as she makes her way back to him.

"I need you inside me." She said her voice husky. Her eyes dark with lust.

Loki gazes up at her. Seeing her being like this for him made him weak to his knees.

"So do I." He responds his voice breathless. "I need you inside me now. Sylvie."

His eyes flash green. His lips form into a snarl. He then reaches out, grabs her waist and pulls her on top of him. Sylvie didn't fight him. She enjoyed this she loved this animalistic side to him. She couldn't help but feel smug knowing only she can do this to him.

"Fuck me!" He yelled. "Fuck me!"

Sylvie badly wanted to go in and fuck him right here and right now but first she decided to tease him a bit longer. She wags her finger at him.

"What's the magic word?"

"You fucking kidding me?"

"That's not it."

"My God Sylvie!"

"What God are we talking about here? Odin?"

"Seriously?"

"It was just a guess?"

"You bring my Father into this?"

"Well he is not really your Father."

He does a dramatic eye roll.

"Thanks for giving me that image. Its gross."

"Aww have I turned you off?" Sylvie laughed.

He shakes his head.

"Never. Now no more games."

"I still haven't got the magic word."

"Sylvie."

"Loki."

He sighs.

"Are you always this annoying?"

"Funny I was going to ask you the same thing?"

"I'm not annoying."

"You are."

"Am not."

"You totally are."

"No I'm not."

"You are. You are the most annoying person to exist."

Loki shakes his head and studies her for several moments.

"No wonder Thor got fed up of me." He thought out loud.

"So you just admitted you are annoying."

"No."

"Yes."

"Did not."

"You just brought your brother into our session."

"I..." Loki closed his mouth and groaned out loud.

"Thanks for the imagery." She says "It sucks."

He glares at her. Sylvie cups his cheeks in her hands.

"You're cute when you are mad." She says.

"Sylvie can you..." He takes a deep breath. "Can you please get in."

"Thank you! See now that wasn't so hard."

"Bitch." He muttered.

"Wanker." She spat back and grinned. She loved winding him up.

Sylvie then positions herself between his legs. A low moan escapes her lips as she pushed Loki deeper and deeper inside of her. Sylvie leans forward and lifts her hips slightly before getting Loki deep inside again. Loki lifts his hips to allow him to meet Sylvie for each thrust.

Sylvie started to pick up the pace. She went faster and harder. Loki cried out her name. He holds on to her hips tight as she continued to ride him. She grasps his hair and pulls him forward. She kisses him hard. Loki's eyes widen but then he pushes back just as hard.

Sylvie shook as he kissed her. A tear rolls down her cheek and she found herself smiling into the kiss. As that happened Sylvie felt herself reaching her climax. She wraps her arms his neck and whispers.

"I need to..."

"So do I."

They look at each other.

"Okay?" He says.

She nods.

"Okay."

They rode out their climax. They both let go at the same time. Sylvie bit down on his neck as she let out her release. He buried his head into the crook of her neck as he did his. They both let out a cry then Loki falls back on to the table with Sylvie going down with him.

Neither of them spoke they just stared at the ceiling. Then Loki turns his head and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. He smiles lovingly at her. Sylvie blushed and smiled shyly back.

Loki then reaches out and intertwines his fingers with hers. He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't pull away. Instead she increased her hold on him not wanting to let go. They stayed like that enjoying each other's company.

Seconds later there is a bang followed by a voice.

"What the Hell?"

Loki sits up. His head snaps towards the door. His eyes go as wide as saucers.

"Crap."

Sylvie turns to see what he is looking at.

"Crap." She repeated.

Mobius stood in the doorway. His eyes looked like they are going to pop out of his head.

"Loki." Mobius shakes his head. "Sylvie."

Remembering they are naked Loki waves his hand and the clothes appear back on their bodies again. Loki jumps up from the table and raises his hands.

"It is not how it looks."

Mobius gives him a 'Seriously look'.

"Not how it looks?"

"I..." Loki smiles a little. "I got through to her."

"Yeah." Mobius nods his face pale. "You certainly reached her alright." He steps into the room. His nose crinkled as the smell of sex hits him. "I'm going to be sick." He muttered.

"Good to see you too Mobius." Sylvie said sounding awkward.

Mobius was still walking around the room muttering "What is wrong with you?" He quickly glanced at the table. He grimaced and looks away again. "Oh my God argh Jesus."

"Sylvie!" Her colleague comes storming in. His face is fuming. "You think this is acceptable?" He gestures to the table. His hands are on his hips.

"I can explain."

"Don't bother." He cuts her off. "You are fired."

"What?"

"You heard me? You are fired. Get out of my sight and you and you!" He points at Loki and Mobius. "All of you leave now!"

"Don't need to ask me twice." Mobius replied with a shaky nod. "I would suggest cleaning this room...twice. Maybe bless it as well...Yeah do that." He feels something touch his foot. He looks down and sees the ketchup pouring out of the bottle on to his feet. Mobius sighs. "Great." He kicks the bottle away and again shakes his head with disgust. "Remind me to never eat from this place."

"Uh sure." Loki replied.

Mobius spins round and raises his finger at him.

"Not another word from you. Now come on."

Mobius turns and runs a hand through his hair.

"Why me? Why me?" He asked himself miserably.

He then left the room.

Sylvie and Loki look at each other.

"Well it was fun while it lasted." Sylvie shrugged. "But he is right we better get going the universe is not going to save itself."

Loki's eyes widen.

"So you are going to..."

"Keep an eye on you and make sure you don't do anything stupid."

Loki laughs.

"Me do something stupid?"

"Uh huh."

"I think it should be me keeping an eye on you."

"No."

"Yes."

"No way."

"Yes and yes."

"Screw you."

"You just did and it was wonderful."

Sylvie rolls her eyes.

The couple continue to argue as they leave the restaurant. Mobius watched them with a pained expression. He then gazed up at the McDonald's sign.

"Why?" He questioned out loud.

As expected he didn't receive an answer.

The End

[rindouheart]

Can I request kaiser and loki (i have a thing for prodigies it seems-) confessing to their crush right after a wisdom teeth removal bc they r all delirious and such?(and maybe if its not too much their crush tells them once they are back at themselves 😫) i love this scenario so much its so romantic and cute audosjddk thank u in advance and have an amazing day!❤️❤️❤️

KAISER and LOKI confessing to their s/o (while laughing) 🌿

content. these two omg + one mention of surgery + just fluff and crack :))

author’s notes. oooh tysm for this request, i absolutely adore it! i wrote a couple of short scenarios + some headcanons, i hope you like it! // i’ll probably have to get a wisdom teeth removed too (how fun).

MICHAEL KAISER

this bitch would be calm as fuck, that anesthesia knocked him off.

you’re actually his best friend, and you had the job of bringing him back home.

he is giggling at every thing you say + he’s petty, like, really petty.

��hop in, come on” you grunt, already tired of your best friend being all weird. michael sits down inside your car and fastens his security belt. then, after checking on him, you go the other way around and sit on the driver’s seat.

“mhhhhh” he murmurs, trying to catch your attention. “what’s the matter? does it hurt?” you ask before starting the car. “yeee~” he cries, leaning towards you “can i have a kiss to soothe the pain???”. you freeze and babble something like “on the lips?”. your friend nods and whines a long “pleaseeeee~”.

you’ve had a crush on kaiser for almost a year, but you never confessed directly to him, because he’s michael kaiser: focused on becoming the best version of himself and probably already surrounded by other people.

michael gets quickly impatient since you’re not doing anything “please y/n, i’m in pain and you’re the only person i allow to see me like this” and damn, your heart melts. “well, let’s do it”, you get as near as possible and kiss him on the lips. actually, you’ve never thought that this could have happened to you. “i love you” he coos, “stop it” you laugh back.

omg his face when you told him what he did 😭 would probably die of embarrassment: how could the great michael kaiser make a fool of himself?

however, some hours later, he would confess seriously since the damage was done earlier

JULIAN LOKI

a laughing mess: the total opposite of his usual calm and collected behaviour.

he called you and asked if you could go to this house, without saying why.

as a good friend you accepted.

“julian? why did you ask me to get here?” you ask, watching him laying on the couch. “i was lonely” he pouts while kicking his feet “i want to go play football”. you pinch the bridge of your nose. you knew he was stubborn, but fuck, he’s just got a surgery and the wound still hasn’t totally stopped bleeding.

“you know you can’t?” at your response, he grunts “when will i play again?”. “usually, wisdom teeth surgeries need about two weeks of care before being fine” you answer and see loki turning gloomy. “don’t give me that look, you know it doesn’t depends on me” you shake your head, making him laugh “can you stay with me for these two weeks?”. “i can come here when I’ve nothing to do” you explain “i still have to go to college and study for my exams”.

“but i love you and spending time with you”. did you hear it correctly or is your mind playing games? “can… can you repeat the last sentence?” you ask, stuttering a bit “i love you and spending time with you?” he repeats, wondering why you asked him to do that. “oh… okay…” you turn away to hide your faint blush.

after he calmed down, you asked him if he really intended what he said before.

and when he nods 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

julian will literally melt if you hug him after that.

@rindouheart ‘s scenarios — 02012023

[wheredafandomat]

Someone great 💚P22💚

Loki x Divorced! Female Reader

Previous Part

“I love you.” You spoke against Lokis lips as he woke you up with kisses. Considering the situation, you were certain you wouldn’t sleep at all but after last night with Loki, sleep wasn’t so much of a chore. It was still pretty early, you could tell by the lack of sunlight entering the room as you opened your eyes, Loki looking at you with a small smile on his face before he repeated your three words. Your smile left your face as the severity of your situation settled again causing Lokis grip on you to tighten reassuringly. You couldn’t deny that him being here was in fact making you feel better, not so alone. “I’m gonna get up and go see Liv.” You announced, kissing Loki one more time before you stood up and went to the en-suite to get ready.

Once you were at Olivia’s side, you stroked her hair out of her face as she remained asleep, probably far from conscious with all the pain killers she was no doubt being pumped with. That niggling guilty feeling evaded you again. What if you had been a little more observant, what if you didn’t go away. Would you have noticed something was wrong, it felt like everyone else had. Between her teachers, Pepper and Bucky, all of them noted that something was off. were you just that much of a bad mother that you didn’t realise.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

Turning around, you smiled as you were greeted by Winnifred who was entering the room. “As mothers we think we should always be everywhere at once, know everything, but that’s simply impossible, or so I tell myself whenever I recount the amount of times Bucky has hurt himself on my watch.”

“Morning Wi-mother.” You answered, falling into her open arms and finally feeling understood.

“Who’s the hottie outside?” She asked, pulling away from you to look you in the eye. You couldn’t help the smile that painted your face as you looked past her, eyes settling on Loki who was sitting outside the room. “You are allowed to see other people.” She chuckled at your reluctance to tell her.

“That’s Loki, we’re dating.” You finally admitted.

“Loki Loki? The one you used to work with?” She queried.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Wow.” She replied with an amused tone before making her way towards Olivia who was still asleep. Leaving them alone, you left the room to make a coffee, Loki standing and following you before you were met by Bucky who turned the corner, you almost crashing into him. You felt anger running through you before you turned to Loki who was glaring at Bucky, clearly trying to keep his cool as Bucky tried to keep a neutral expression.

“Liv forgot this” he spoke, lifting his hand that had Mr giraffe in it “I know how she gets without him.”

“Thanks.” You said quietly, taking Mr giraffe from him.

“Actually y/n can we talk.“ he rushed out, chancing a look at Loki who then wrapped his arm protectively around you.

“Fine.” You huffed prompting Loki to reluctantly let you go, making his way back to his seat and sitting down, still glaring daggers into Bucky who tried to focus on only you.

“Y/n I’m sorry” he began.

“Just don’t do it again.” You replied, thinking about the kiss.

“No y/n I’m sorry” he repeated, more poignantly ”I’m sorry for all of it, truly. You don’t have to forgive me or anything like that but I want you to know that I’m honestly so sorry for how I’ve hurt you in the past, how I broke our family, our trust.” There were a few moments of silence before he continued “And I also want to say I’m happy for you.”

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“If Loki makes you happy then I’m happy for you both.” He smiled.

You didn’t understand how you felt in this moment. Bucky held no power over you, no title, no status apart from Livs dad in your life and yet you felt relieved, happy even as if a weight had been lifted off of you. No more secrets, no more lying. You and Loki could finally be out in the open with your relationship without the fear of Bucky finding out. You felt a strange sense of pride from Buckys statement.

“Thanks.” You answered, hugging Bucky with one arm as he looked over your shoulder to Loki, giving him a tight lipped smile and a curt nod which Loki returned.

“You’re someone great y/n, and you deserve love.” He smiled as he pulled away.

“Thank you” you smiled feeling weirdly nostalgic.

By the end of the day, Liv had had her appendix removed and was back on the ward recovering. You and Bucky took turns sitting at her side, the other leaving to get coffee from the cafe down the road as opposed to the coffee in the hospital. When she finally woke up, the first thing she did was look for Mr giraffe who was sitting on the bedside table.

“Hey gorgeous, how you feeling?” You asked, handing her Mr giraffe.

“Tired.” She answered, rubbing her eyes.

“Mhm” you hummed “I’ve bought you some snacks and nanny’s here, daddy’s here and so is someone else I’d like you to meet.” You spoke, referring to Loki who admitted he had been caught sneaking out of your house before by Olivia.

Eventually Loki dropped you home, staying as you showered and changed your clothes before dropping you back to the hospital and leaving to do the same. The next day went pretty much the same before Liv was discharged the following day. Per her request, you all went to her favourite restaurant on the way home, everyone save Alexis who Bucky said needed time to think after he had told her about kissing you, was present. Surprisingly, the meal went really well and there was no hostility between Bucky and Loki. Strangely, things felt right.

When you reached home, you put Olivia to bed, only to move her into your bed when she asked before you both snuggled up together and fell asleep watching a film.

The next day Loki was at your door with your things from the cabin before you pulled him inside insisting that he stay for dinner which he did. He and Liv got on extremely well, her bringing out his more mischievous side which ended with both of them ganging up on you which later resulted into you refusing them both dessert; you had never seen two people turn on each other so quickly, both of them trying to get on your good side for the sweet treat, Lokis extremely sweeter once Liv was fast asleep in bed.

The day after that, Alexis turned up with some things for Liv as well as a request to speak with you. You agreed, letting her inside before making some tea for you both which was soon replaced with wine. You gathered that she wanted to forgive Bucky and you told her to follow her heart as you did when you decided to text Loki that night which felt like forever ago.

A/N: apologies for the delay! I think I’ll end it there and write an epilogue so the fic doesn’t drag outtt! They love eachother now that was the aim 😂

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[thepokyone]

Good Timing

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Tony, Steve, and Thor)

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff; mentions of injury

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for such a long delay between posts. I was gone for two weeks for work and ended up having to work way more than I ever expected. However, I'm here with two Loki requests that I decided to combine into one fic from an anon and @fandomsstolemylife00, so I hope you both enjoy! This is in a nice marvel universe where nobody died and everybody got the happy ending they deserved. You're welcome.

"Where is she?" Loki's angry voice carried down the hall, and Steve grimaced.

"You need to stall him, Tony. He can't see her like this," Steve said, casting a worried glance towards the closed hospital door behind him.

"If you think I'm getting between Reindeer Games, who probably looks about as crazed as he did during New York, and his injured soulmate, you got another thing coming, Rogers," Tony said, shaking his head. "We try to stop him and he'll probably get even more unhinged."

"Loki! Loki, slow down," Thor said, and both Asgardian brothers turned the corner into the hall where Steve and Tony were standing.

"You can't go in there acting like this, Loki," Steve said, folding his arms across his chest and not moving from his spot in front of the door.

"You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do, Rogers, especially when it involves my soulmate. It's the negligence of you and your fellow 'mightiest heroes' that landed her here in the first place," Loki spat, shaking off the restraining hand Thor placed on his shoulder.

"Y/N knows the risks going into these missions, same as the rest of us. The only ones at fault are the ones that did this," Steve said levelly. "You need to calm down."

"Calm down?" Loki repeated, a dangerous edge to his voice.

"She doesn't remember anything, Reindeer Games. You go charging in like you lost your damn mind and you're going to scare her more than she already is," Tony cut in.

Loki faltered. "Doesn't remember- what?"

"Amnesia, from the blow to her head. The doctors say it's temporary, but don't know exactly how long it will be until she recovers her memories," Steve said. "We don't want to stop you from seeing her, really, but you need to be calm."

"I can be calm," Loki said, looking faintly ill. "You have to let me see her. Please. All I want to do is keep her safe."

Steve exchanged a glance with Thor, who nodded, and he stepped away from the door. "Alright. But if you stress her out, you're leaving. Soulmate or not."

"Understood," Loki said stiffly, not sparing the three Avengers a second glance as he opened the hospital room door and walked inside.

You were resting in bed, your head partially bandaged and your arm in a sling. Your eyes were glued to the TV, which was tuned to some nonsense reality show, though you looked to him when he entered.

"Y/N?" Loki asked cautiously, his tone soft. The cold persona he had worn when speaking with the three Avengers outside had melted away.

"Yes. At least, I think so. Everything's a bit fuzzy," you said, offering him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but do I know you?"

"It's Loki," he said, hoping his name would spark some kind of remembrance in your head.

"Oh. That doesn't ring a bell. Sorry."

His heart sunk, but he gave you a small smile. "It's alright. The doctors say everything will come back eventually."

"I hope so. It's disorienting, not knowing who I am," you said, reaching up absentmindedly to fiddle with the bandages on your head.

Loki reached out and caught your hand before you could do further damage to yourself. "Don't do that."

You blinked at him. "I really did know you, didn't I? We were friends?"

"Yes," Loki said. No matter how much he longed to, he knew it was wiser to not mention the soulmate bond the two of you shared. He didn't want to overwhelm you. "We were friends."

"You feel familiar. Moreso than the others," you said uncertainly. "Will you stay?" Loki's heart ached; he wanted to do nothing more than hold you until everything was okay again.

"Yes, of course I'll stay. I'll stay as long as you want. In fact, you might get sick of me," he said, and you smiled that smile that you had only ever used with him. Perhaps your memories were not so out of reach as the rest of the Avengers thought.

"Good. I've got nothing to watch but trashy television and Tony Stark - who is famous or something, I think? - won't stop asking if he looks familiar yet. It was getting annoying," you said.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, that sounds like Stark. I can read you something instead, if you would like."

Your eyes lit up. "That sounds great. More fun than... whatever this is." You gestured vaguely to the TV.

"I'll read your favorite," he said, summoning your favorite book to his hand and opening to the first chapter.

You gasped at his display of magic. "How did you do that?"

"Magic," Loki said, smiling. "Perhaps later I can show you more."

You slowly nodded, evidently speechless. "I can't believe I'm friends with a celebrity and someone who can do magic."

"You're friends with several celebrities, actually," Loki said. "And I am infamous in my own right."

"Infamous?" you asked curiously.

"That's a story for another time," he said. He didn't want you to fear him for all he had done, not when there was so much that had occurred between you that he could hardly summarize it. "Back to the book."

"You're no fun," you pouted, and he smiled.

"On the contrary, I am quite fun, and once upon a time you agreed with me," he said, laughing as you rolled your eyes at him. "All will make sense in good time, darling."

Good time, however, lasted much longer than Loki would have preferred. By the end of the second week, you were no closer to regaining your memory, though apart from your amnesia there was nothing much wrong with you. Loki visited you every day for as long as he was permitted (and occasionally longer, if you pouted enough). After your second week, you were released from the hospital under the care of Tony Stark and moved into Stark Tower where you would stay until your memory finally returned.

"You can stay too, Reindeer Games, but only because you're good for Y/N," Tony had said, crossing his arms. "And if you destroy my tower again, I'll shove you off the top like I should have done before."

"Understood," Loki said. He didn't bother mentioning that, should he destroy the tower again, there would be no top for him to be shoved off of.

"Loki," you said uncertainly after nearly a month passed and you were nowhere closer to regaining your memories.

"Yes, darling?" Loki asked idly, flipping a page of his book.

"I- never mind," you said hastily.

Loki looked up. "What is it? There's clearly something on your mind."

"It's not important," you said, but he could tell from your tone that it very much was.

"You can hardly expect me to believe that," he said.

Your cheeks darkened. "You said we were friends, right? Before?"

"Yes," Loki said slowly, daring to hope that he had some idea of what you were trying to ask.

"Were we ever... more than that?" You were determinedly not looking at him, instead staring at your hands.

Relief bled through his system. "Yes, we were. I suppose I haven't been entirely honest with you, so I ask your forgiveness." He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, where the first words you had said to him were permanently marked on his skin.

"The soul mark?" You asked curiously, tugging up your own sleeve. "Was I your soulmate? Before?"

"You still are," Loki said, voice soft. "I am sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to overwhelm you."

"It's okay. I understand. It would have been too much at first but now… I'm just relieved it's you." You ducked your head, embarrassed, and Loki found himself falling in love with you all over again. You rubbed the back of your neck, still flustered, and continued. "I had this dream last night, but it felt too real to be a dream, you know. We were walking down the streets of a beautiful city, hand in hand, laughing about something."

"I'd imagine it was Asgard. We would roam that city a lot, you and I. I enjoyed seeing everything through your eyes, how you'd light up when seeing the little shops and bakeries," Loki said.

"I want to remember everything," you said, leaning forward to grab his hand. "You don't know what it's like, not knowing who you are or anything you've done. I want to be me again, who I was before."

"And you will be," Loki said, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "All in good time, darling."

The doctors had said that, when your memory returned, it would be all at once. Not only were they right, but you learned that good timing, it seemed, was something of a cliché.

"And this is where Thor and I learned to ride. It was one of my favorite activities as a child. Thor loathed it," Loki said, the two walking hand-in-hand through the grounds of Asgard's palace. It was your first time back in Asgard since your memory had been lost, and while your memories still remained just out of reach, you had several times felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

"When did you last go riding?" you asked him, the two of you leaning against the fence and watching the horses that grazed quietly within the pasture.

Loki made a thoughtful noise. "A few months ago, I believe. I find myself with less and less time to spare."

"We should go! Please?" you asked hopefully.

Loki, who had long since accepted the fact that he could hardly deny you anything, agreed. "Certainly, darling. One of the horses here is yours, after all."

"What?" The question came out as more of a squeak as he pushed off the fence and strode towards the stables, pausing several paces away to offer his hand to you.

Loki smiled as your fingers intertwined with his. "Yes. A gift from my mother."

"A thank you gift for putting up with you?" you asked before you had the sense to keep the quip to yourself.

Loki laughed, eyes dancing, and squeezed your hand. "Something like that, perhaps."

He waved off the stablehands, saddling his horse as you watched.

"We'll do yours next," Loki said, leading his horse (a tall and broad black stallion named Ebon) out of the stall. One of the stablehands took the reins from him. "Yours is just a few stalls down. You named her Argent."

Argent was dapple gray, tall and dainty, and greeted you with a nicker when you and Loki entered her stall. He helping you saddle her, his cool hands guiding yours through the motions. "Was I a good rider?" you asked him, feeling a sense of familiarity in the actions.

"Quite, once you got the hang of it. I still remember the first time you saw Ebon. I didn't realize your eyes could get so big," Loki said, laughing lightly. "You were terrified he would buck you off, though he is the most well-mannered stallion in these stables."

Your heart held a fierce ache to remember this, these memories that seemed to make him so happy. He finished helping you secure the last buckle, oblivious to your silent longing, and his chest brushed against yours as he turned in the cramped space.

Finally, Loki seemed to notice the odd expression on your face. Whatever he saw in your eyes made his cheeks tint red. "What is it, darling?"

You weren't sure what made you do it. Just that one second you were staring into his eyes and the next you had bridged the space between you, your lips colliding with his in a desperate kiss.

And everything fell into place.

"Oh," you breathed, the silent exclamation swallowed by his mouth as his hand ran down around your waist, pulling you closer.

Argent whinnied impatiently, bringing the two of you back to reality, the two of you breaking apart. Loki chuckled, still holding you close enough that you could feel how it reverberated in his chest. "Making out in the stables like a teenager," he said, just loud enough for you to hear him, still chuckling.

"I remember," was all you could think to say amidst the memories and thoughts and feelings that had flooded your mind.

"You- what?" Loki asked, laughter dying. "Truly, you remember?"

Your mouth was stretched into such a big smile you felt it might split apart. "Yes. I remember everything."

"My Y/N," Loki said, smiling too as he rested his forehead against yours. "I did tell you, didn't I? All in good timing."

[worstloki]

Okay, this is gettin’ real screwed up here.

I watch a lot of TV. Probably too much. And I’ve seen characters beaten to their knees before, sometimes even with collars. And yeah, there’s usually someone standing over them, and it’s been a woman sometimes. The kind of scene we got in episode 5 of Loki is not new ground.

But here’s the thing. In EVERY OTHER SCENE I can remember like this, the person kneeling is the hero. They’ve been brought down, fully humbled before the sneering villain, and in a few minutes something will happen to get them back on their feet again. It’s usually a tense moment, a “what if they break?” that makes you want the hero to win. You aren’t rooting for, or even liking in some cases, the person standing. You’re cheering for the person on their knees.

This doesn’t seem to be the case with the Loki show. Yes, the viewers may be rooting for Loki, but there’s no hatred for Sif there. She’s not proved herself to be a cold, heartless villain, ruthlessly pounding the hero until all he can do is kneel at her feet.

Except…she did kind of do that. But it isn’t treated as something bad. It’s treated more as something Loki deserved, in my opinion. The show wants us to feel like he deserved to get repeatedly beaten up and told horrible things, just for cutting off a lock of Sif’s hair. I’ll grant, it’s peanuts compared to what happened to him in the mythology. But it’s still bad. Especially since they had him acknowledge it, repeat her cruel words back. They’re playing it off as if Loki is still the villain by himself, and is only good because of other people- Mobius, mostly, but Sif is part of that.

That’s not the way Loki’s character is. In the comics particularly, his biggest arcs are always about reinventing the labels given to him, changing “villain” into something good, something he can use, and doing it by himself. Yes, there’s outside influence, but ultimately Loki is the one who decided to change.

The show is not letting him do that. The show is portraying him as a stubborn jackass who refuses to change until other people show him the light- either with psychological torture presented as therapy, or with beating him up a bunch of times until he gives in. The show and its characters are forcing Loki to become good- they aren’t showing him doing it by himself. He is not becoming one of the good guys, he’s being essentially enslaved by them, and the show is passing it off as somehow all that good influence finally rubbed off on Loki’s cold, villainous heart. That’s why him betraying Mobius was shown as so bad even though Loki barely knew him and had been psychologically tortured by him- Mobius is written as a character who can choose to be good, and Loki is written as a character who must be forced to be good.

And something about an entire show revolving around an independent character being treated as a villain, literally enslaved by the “good guys” (back when the show still wanted us to think the TVA weren’t shady as all hell), beaten to his knees with a collar around his neck until he accepts that he deserves to be alone because he isn’t “good” like everybody else…that doesn’t go down right for me.

The TVA being presented in not just a neutral but often reliable light is something I thought would change once Loki literally called out their propaganda and Sylvie called them fascists, but, for some reason the authoritarian genocidalists are not being presented as a bad thing and it irks me too.

It's especially weird because of the way what Loki claims to have wanted by making choices for people and what Mobius claims the TVA do ARE THE EXACT SAME THINGS, except Loki, until the show, hadn't done that of his own volition and was being tortured during the invasion and is treated terribly for something he didn't even succeed in doing, while the TVA successfully erase events on a mass scale but are presented as having a higher (or at best, - equal) moral ground.

The exact same thing was done in Ragnarok where Loki's "turning point" from a tricksy villainous scoundrel happened because Thor left him frying on the ground and gave him a pep talk filled with lies and general slander about how he could be better - and people see that as good because Thor is framed as a hero, and it's because instead of accepting Loki is a complex character they take what the narrative tells at face value and that is that Loki fights the protagonist(s) so he's bad.

I personally don't like the narrative pushing a character that is canonically an abuse victim and attempted suicide and was tortured right after as someone who needs fixing because he's lusting for power and needs it to gain a sense of control during a retcon which is occurring for the sake of calling him a complete bad guy who needs to change (probably because no actual original character development could be thought of?) after he was just confirmed as queer and colloquially (i assume) called a narcissist because of twisted love.

That he deserves to be alone was presented neutrally as a joke even as he was repeatedly getting beaten to the ground, and then both people he could call friends were removed from his immediate vicinity right after.

Loki isn't being presented as a character that has done a huge mix of good and bad in the movies, he's being presented as an oft incompetent idiot that deserves what he gets because he shouldn't have run away from captors, or he cut Sif's hair, or he killed his mother, or he dared to think he had any importance or could do something good, because the truth is he's an evil lying scourge.

"But maybe," Mobius says, "Maybe he wants to mix it up. Sometimes you get tired of playing the same part. Is that possible? He can change?" And everyone's already forgotten that moments before the mission Mobius said to Loki's face that the TVA has pruned a lot of Loki variants because he's so nice! look! he has hope in him when no one else does! It's also easy to forget the "and hey, if it doesn't work, I'll delete him myself," right after because the guy was smiling through it and the scene is followed by Loki really badly trying to explain the logic of being a trickster who everyone knows is a trickster.

A lot of people payed more attention in Ragnarok than to the other Thor movies so it's not a new retcon and people seem fine with the extremely strange take that 'loki is bad but he can do good sometimes,' because the character is more animated and acts foolish and that's generally more fun for comedy, which is fair for people to prefer imo, people find different things entertaining.

But I do solidly hope the show doesn't go that way though and takes a side with Loki on the narrative stance eventually because I've seen a lot of people who just. miss that the TVA's concept is bad. And those who think they're "reforming" Loki. As if the guy needs anything but a break at this point lmao he only got away from Thanos like 2 days ago please just let him rest for a bit he's a fail villain and it's cringe to have your supposed 1st open queer character get beaten to a pulp by Sif and then put wack sexualizing shots for it too :/

it's like the show itself is trying to sell the angle of "Loki is a villain" and I'm a clown who is still wanting that to be intentional because if it is? It could be amazing and playing with how different parties are framed would be s p e c t a cu l ar and could encourage people to reassess the hero coding in other movies including ones Loki was previously in - but we're reaching the last two episodes and I don't feel like that'll happen.

I feel like even if Loki does reach the end of the show as a transformed person it'll be done leaving the audience with "perhaps you're not so bad after all, Loki," and then also give credit to Mobius or Sylvie or whoever else was involved, simply because as even of yet Loki hasn't taken on a lead role in the show. I'd argue he hasn't really contributed anything worthwhile to plot either. As you've said, he's being shown as someone who needs to change but isn't really motivated to. Aw man they better not make romantic love the reason he wants to change.

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Letting the coffee chill, part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

Idea by @asgardwinter <3

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Trying coffee ice cream was the perfect excuse for the both of you to end up on a date.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: idiots in love.

"I just don't get why we're the ones doing this", complained Loki while walking around the grocery store, carrying everything while you kept on adding things to the pile.

"Because I'm the only one who actually knows how to buy normal groceries among all of those Avengers", you rolled your eyes.

"That doesn't explain why I'm here".

"I like keeping you around", you half joked.

"Oh, so I'm your pet now?", he chuckled.

"And I might even give you a treat after this", you smiled.

"You flirt", he scoffed.

"I meant cold coffee", you said, rolling your eyes once again. He faked a groan of disappointment, knowing you meant that to begin with. "There's a good ice cream shop down the street, I bet they have coffee flavoured", you winked.

Loki stopped on his tracks.

"You mean ice cream, as in, that midgardian cold cream?".

"Yeah, you've tried it before?".

"Not really. Do you really think it'd be wise for me to…?".

"Before you say anything about your Jötun form, we checked last week that nobody cares. Did you see anyone even look in your direction at the party? We don't have that stigma here! We don't even know any other Jötuns!", you assured him, and he blushed a little, dropping his gaze to the floor. "You may find relief in knowing that nobody cares at all".

"Fine. But not outside. In the compound".

"We could even watch a movie and eat it on the couch", you suggested. "You know, to have fun. A distraction".

"We could make it nice, too. I have a few scented candles", he added. "Because the bright lights are kind of annoying in frost giant's eyes".

"I'll make sure nobody interrupts us, so, you know, they don't see you in that form if you don't want it".

"Sounds nice. We could do it at night time, so there aren't people around to begin with".

"Cool".

"Good".

You went back to picking the groceries, blushing bright red. Did you two just planned out a date?

No, impossible.

You were just introducing him to ice cream in a comfortable place for him to transform. He had no idea that's how a date worked on Midgard. Maybe on Asgard they didn't even have dates. He was a Prince, after all, he probably never could invite anyone over so casually. Besides, he wouldn't want to have a date with you even if it was. Why would he?

Stop overthinking so much, you thought, shaking your head.

"Is this a date?", asked the deep voice behind you, and your heart skipped a few beats. You turned around nervously.

"What do you mean?".

"I mean… It looks like a date. Is it?".

"Do you want it to be one?".

"Yes", he hurried. Both of you stayed in silence, eyes wide open. You, because what on Earth did just happen. Him, because do I really have this terrible self control when it comes to you? I should have said nothing. Loki began to overthink too, and you noticed.

"Me too, let's make it a date".

Loki sighed out in relief.

Once under the dim lights of the candles and the shine of the laptop, Loki waited for you on the couch, arranging a conveniently small blanket in case the both of you were cold. You walked in holding the ice cream as if it were a wine bottle and with an attire Loki couldn't resist roaming his eyes around. You smirked.

"Checking me out, already?", you joked. Loki chuckled nervously.

"You look good".

"I should carry a recording device with me, I swear", you said, sitting by his side. "Repeat it for the mic".

"You look good", he purred seductively. You laughed to pretend you didn't melt into a puddle right there. "In fact", he got closer to you, and when you thought he'd whisper something in your ear, he left a soft kiss on your temple. You flushed, and stayed in place.

"You look nice, too", you whispered.

You stayed in silence for a while, as if everything around you stopped. But, unlike your brain, everything else was still moving. Loki smirked, liking how simple it was to make you go into a short circuit.

"How about we start the movie?".

"Huh? Ah, yes. The movie".

"What are we watching?".

"How about…", you scrolled through some titles, not sure which he would like. "You look like you'd like chaotic Shakespeare".

"You know me well", he smirked.

"There's a very good Romeo and Juliet modern adaptation with DiCaprio".

"Whatever you think would fit best", he smiled. You noticed how willing he was with you lately, and you liked it. At the beginning, he barely accepted trying out a different cup of coffee. Now, you were sure he was hesitant to watch a modern adaptation of something he would consider sacred, as Shakespeare, yet he didn't think twice before agreeing and smiling. Maybe he actually liked you.

You started the movie, and laid on the couch by Loki's side, shoulder against shoulder. You took out the ice cream, and he turned towards you.

"What did you get?", he murmured. He wasn't sure why he was talking so low, maybe he, deep down, knew how much you liked it, and did it more often now. Gods, he enjoyed when you flustered and stuttered nervously.

You opened the ice cream container and showed four different flavors.

"I chose some that I thought you'd like, but ice cream is generally sweet", you said, and grabbed a little spoon and a big spoon. "Which one?", you said, and added, "beware, we'll cuddle in the form you choose".

Loki laughed.

"In that case…", he grabbed the big spoon.

"Wise choice… wise choice…".

"The white one smells like lemon".

"It's lemon mousse, it goes really well with dark chocolate, I think Tony has some chips around in the compound".

"And the yellow one?".

"Sambayon. The original dessert has egg yolks and wine, it's really good. It was my favourite dessert when I was small".

"You're still small".

"When I was a kid!".

"You drank wine as a kid?".

"It's heated up, so I only tasted the flavour but not the alcohol".

"And… what's that one? The other brown that's not coffee?".

"Ooh, this one is my favourite. I think you'll like it. It's dulce de leche".

"Mmhh, sounds too sweet for me".

"Maybe it's not".

"That literally means milk's jam in Spanish".

"Try it! I swear it's good", you said, grabbing some with the tip of your spoon and offering it to him. He chuckled and accepted it. "How do you like it?".

"I do like it", he said, surprised. A few strands of his hair turned white. You grabbed some sambayon and neared the spoon to his mouth. He smirked. "Are you going to baby-feed me all night? Because I'm okay with that".

"Of course you are, Your lazy Highness", you laughed.

After a few spoonfuls of ice cream and a lot of chuckles from the movie, Loki was now in his full Jötun form again. You began feeling sleepy, and by reflex you started to relax into his shoulder. Quickly, you sat up and avoided touching him.

"What's wrong, darling?".

"I…", you stuttered. "Darling?".

"Not good?".

"No, it's okay", you said, and he nodded. "Will I get frostbite if I touch you?".

Loki smirked.

"Are you planning on touching me a lot, tonight?".

You frowned to avoid blushing.

"I meant… can I use you as a pillow or will I die?".

He turned his smirk into a genuine smile.

"You won't die".

"Can I?".

"Be my guest".

He opened his arm and you relaxed into his embrace, both watching the movie. Soon, you began shivering, but before you could say anything, he wrapped you up with magic in a fuzzy blanket. You sighed contentedly.

Loki reviewed what happened in the day, and in the last few weeks, not more than two months apart. He tried ice cream —and even had favourites; lemon, latte and sambayon. He learnt many things about midgardian cultures. He made a friend and harbored a crush. He was hugging your warm and sleepy figure, and he didn't wish to be anywhere else.

He was glad he knew the story of Romeo and Juliet beforehand, because his mind wasn't quite in the movie that night.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fully Completely 1

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), attempted violence, mutual irritation.

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: I did not plan to get the first part done so soon. I will probably be setting time aside as I write this to also work on some original stuff. When it comes to that, I’d love if y’all might let me know what you think would be a better medium to release it? Kindle, Patreon, etc. I’m really not sure but if it was Patreon it would like be two series running at once with a chapter of each a month + Q&A and maybe some bonus materials? I am a noob at this shit and it wouldn’t be for a while yet.

Anyways, I’m rambling...

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Chapter 1: She simply slammed the door

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The garage smelled like oil and snow. The cold air seeped under the closed metal door as you sat on the low stool and affixed the new headlight to the propped up Harley. It was only the start of an impractical rebuild; your brother wanted everything metal replaced with chrome. You thought it was obnoxious but the parts were paid for and you could never complain for money.

You were funded exclusively by the town’s club, your garage not far from The Asp where the members hung out and revved the engines you found yourself looking at more often than you liked. You were good at what you did though and privileged for it. You had the protection of the club without having to devote yourself truly to its bounds.

You checked the wiring and rolled away from the bike to change the station as the radio crackled. The snow kept setting the speaker to static and the noise was driving you mad. You flipped the switch to play the cassette stuck in the drawer, the old stereo beaten up and filthy. Springsteen’s gristled tones filled the shop and you wheeled back to your brother’s ride.

With the storm would no doubt come more work. Your fingerless gloves itched more than they kept you warm. Your fingertips were numb as you touched the frigid metal and the sweat of your palms made the fabric uncomfortable. You were used to it, rather tolerant as your task kept you distracted.

You were interrupted as you bent to look under the tank and get a good look at the exhaust and the rest of the beast’s entrails. You had the new pieces still wrapped and didn’t intend to do it all at once. Jerome could wait for his tacky redesign.

A loud banging came at the metal door and you glanced over in irritation. Anyone in Birch knew to come in the painted door to the left and not hit the large one. You huffed and stood with a groan, your hips sore from the low stool. 

You fixed the front of your fleece-lined denim jacket and pulled the tail of your plaid shirt from inside your jean pocket. You’d been hunched over so long you were all wrinkled. You went past the large door and into the small entryway off the left of the garage and opened it with a tinkle of the rusty old bell above.

You stuck your head out into the gales as the snow continued to fall and squinted at the man in his thin jacket. He stood beside the long luxury car as another man with wild orange hair remained in the driver’s seat and blew into his hands. They were out of place in the small town and you could tell by the way the man scowled at the door that he knew it.

“Hey,” you called to them, “there’s a place down the street. I don’t do walk-ins.”

“Oh, hello, Miss…” he let his voice trail off as he neared and you stared at him rather than provide your name. His accent, his attire, the curl of his lip, it was clear what he thought of you and the bodunk town, “actually I was referred by an acquaintance. One, James Barnes.”

“Bucky?” you furrowed your brow.

“Mm, yes, that one,” he said, “my car will need detailing. We had some difficulties on the motorway.”

“Right,” you tried not to scowl, “well, if he sent you, I guess I can help.”

You left him and the door clattered behind you. He followed a few steps after as you went to the switch and pushed it to raise the wide door of the garage. You waved in the driver of the car and he carefully pulled in beside your brother’s bike. 

He got out and you were surprised by his size, he was taller even then his companion and wider; neither could be described as short. You lowered the door as the thinner man walked along the shelves and the long table along the other side of the garage. The bigger man stood by the car and tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Not much better in here than out there,” the dark-haired man turned back to you, “you have heat in here?”

“You need a better coat,” you said as you rounded the back of the car, “and some boots.”

You glanced pointedly at his leather shoes and bent to reach under the table. You pulled out the space heater and plugged it in as you set on the wood. You cranked it up and smiled at him tritely.

“So, what’s the damage?” you asked as you looked to the other man.

“Headlight, maybe,” he said in a peculiar accent, “some scratches. We had a bit off a run-in.”

You neared and bent to examine the front of the car. You sighed as you tilted your head and clicked your tongue. It was easy enough to beat out the dents and buff out the scratches with a quick refinish. The headlight would need to be replaced and you knew they didn’t carry anything for that model in town. No one there was pretentious enough to drive it.

“If you want the headlight done before you leave town, it’ll take some time to get the replacement,” you warned.

“Oh, and how do you know I’m leaving?” he taunted coyly.

“Well, I know you’re definitely not sticking around,” you scoffed.

“Why wouldn’t I? A quaint place like this, I’m sure there is so much to explore,” he said dryly.

You had no delusions of what Birch was but it wasn’t the part of outsiders to deride the dead end. You stood straight and put your hands on your hips.

“You can go back to your castle, my lord, but you will have to wait out the storm,” you sneered. “Two days for the scratches. If you want to take it back after that and wait for the headlight to arrive, that’s fine with me.”

“Two days for the scratches? Surely you could do it before the morning,” the black-haired man insisted.

“I could but I have other work to do,” you replied, “so you can be patient and take your turn in line after all the hicks who live here.”

You went back to the table and grabbed your phone from where you tossed it earlier. You unlocked it and searched the model of his car and scrolled through the parts list. 

“You’re Bucky’s guest so I’ll send the bill to him?” you asked, “though you do look to be able to afford it yourself.”

“You can invoice him directly,” he assured, “so you’re one of them?”

“One of them?” you repeated as you focused on checking out. The damn internet kept cutting in and out.

“My brother, those men in this town, I never knew a woman--”

“I’m not a biker. My brother is in the club,” you assured him, “so that big blond dope, he’s your brother?”

“Regrettably, yes,” he slithered, “Loki Odinson,” he introduced himself as he rubbed together his hands, the leather gloves doing little to protect his fingers, “my driver is Korg, and you’ve yet to tell me with whom I am trusting my property.”

“Again, there is a shop down the street. Prices aren’t bad,” you finished up your purchase and tucked your phone in your jacket pocket.

He met your eyes as you turned to him and he looked down his nose. You kept on and brushed past him as you went back around the car and sat by your brother’s bike.

“Sorry about the boss,” the other man, Korg, intoned, “he can be a bit--”

“Don’t apologise for me,” Loki snipped, “I needn’t atone to her.”

You rolled your eyes and wheeled around the side of the bike, “if that’s everything, you two can head back out. I’ll let you know when the car’s ready.”

“We might wait for the snow to calm,” Loki suggested.

“I close in an hour, you’re not staying here all night,” you sniffed.

“Trust me, I have no special desire to spend more time with you than necessary,” he retorted, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman so volatile as you, dear, and I’ve only just met you. I never expected you people to have very many manners but perhaps what I did presume was too much.”

You bared your teeth but kept at your work. You would worry about kicking him out when you finished the wiring.

“To be fair, had you not spoken first, I might’ve assumed you were a man,” he added.

You paused and glanced down at the open tool box. You weren’t unused to the comments, you weren’t girly in any way but it wasn’t like you were trying to be a man. You wore what was comfortable and in your work, practicality prevailed over aesthetic. Yet, your years of ridicule as a kid made you less tolerant of the comments and those had stopped long ago because you made sure they did.

“Oh, darling, have I upset you?”

“Don’t call me that,” you said as you reached into the toolbox.

“Well, you’ve not given your name and I’d hate call you what I truly think of you--”

The wrench flew from your hand as you stood and spun to him. It barely missed his head and bounced off the wall and plunked onto the table beside the heater. His eyes rounded and the other man looked at him. There was a thick silence as you glared at him.

“If you weren’t a friend of Bucky’s, I wouldn’t’ve missed,” you hissed, “now I will kindly, before I reach for a bigger wrench, ask you to leave.”

He pushed his shoulders back and tilted his head as his lips thinned dangerously. He swallowed and beckoned the other man with two fingers. His cheek twitched as if he would grin and he nodded subtly.

“Well, darling, how amusing you are. These brutes must adore you,” he snarled, “the exterior does indeed say it all.”

You bent and reached for another tool blindly. He blinked and quickly dodged as you flung the next wrench and he followed his henchman to the entryway. Your temper was a match for many men. It kept you safe.

“Barnes did not say his mechanic was a madwoman,” Loki called back as the bell rang.

“What, are you going to tattle on me?” You stormed towards the doorway, “you precious little princess?”

“Princess?” he met you in the doorway as Korg behind him held the door open and the snow blustered in, “I know Barnes will do me no other favours, but do you think he’ll do you any?”

“Get out,” you spat and shoved him, “I don’t need men to take care of me and I have no problem in proving that.”

He bit the inside of his lip in a crooked smirk and winked before he turned away and strutted out into the snow, shielding his face from the wild winds. Korg trailed behind him and the door sprang back into the frame. You crossed your arms and glared at the peeling paint. 

You were tempted to tow his car out and let it weather the storm but you were smarter than that. If he was doing business with Bucky, you would be a fool to get in the way of it. 

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The snow dwindled to a lazy dusting, the ground thick and treacherous. That day, you started early and around noon, you headed across the street to the diner for your usual lunch of a club sandwich and black coffee. You didn’t have to order as all the waitresses knew what to expect. You weren’t unfriendly but your association made many standoffish.

You tapped on the lip of your mug with your thumb, fingers hooked through the handle. The sleepy town felt dead in the winter. You were used to the dullness of Birch but tolerance was hardly happiness. It was home, where you’d grown up and you had no certain desire to get out, but you wouldn’t mind a little more than what was expected.

You yawned and gulped down the last of your coffee. It was bitter and left a few grounds on your tongue. You leaned back and grabbed the monthly newsletter from between the salt and pepper shakers. You read through the fun facts which weren’t very fun or even new. They were copy and pasted out Guinness and Reader’s Digest.

You looked up as you sensed someone approach your table but it wasn’t the waitress. The man from the day before slid coolly onto the seat across from you at the booth and smirked over the table. You raised the newsletter again and folded it backwards to read about the weekly knitting circle down at the rec center that was also the library.

“Good afternoon to you too,” Loki said, “it must be fortune I ran into you, I was hoping to inquire after my car--”

“I told you, two days,” you said tersely as you continued onto your horoscope …‘a new force will bring change’... You hated this tripe. You swore, every month they just switched the blurbs under each sign and hit print.

“So be it,” he cleared his throat and you lowered the paper as he shrugged out of his jacket.

“What are you doing? I eat my lunch alone,” you said.

“Well, to be frank, I was pointed here on the promise of some famous cabbage soup,” he explained as he folded his jacket over the seat next to him, “you looked like you needed company.”

“I don’t,” you assured him.

Kimmie came over and set down your sandwich. She greeted Loki and you saw the way she eyed his tailored suit. He stuck out in the town of flannels and denim.

“Hello, sir, can I get you something to drink?” she asked.

“Tea, English breakfast,” he ordered smoothly.

“Oh, sorry, we only have um, um, sorry, peppermint, earl grey, ginger lemon, and green,” she listed off as she tried to remember them all.

“Earl grey,” he sighed, “and a menu.”

“No, no menu,” you insisted, “and you can take his tea to another table.”

“And when we’re through, I’ll take the cheque,” he ignored you and snickered under his breath.

“Kimmie, can I get a to go box?” you asked as you shimmied off the seat and snatched up your coat, “I have to get back to work.” You took out your wallet and counted out the usual amount plus a tip, “thanks.”

“Of course,” she smiled awkwardly and glanced between you and Loki.

She scooped your sandwich back up and scurried away with it. You felt him watching you as you walked away and went to stand by the till as you watched Nora flit into the kitchen. She packed up your food and returned with the box. You took it and headed for the door, ignoring the arrogant out-of-towner on your way.

“Wait,” Kimmie called out your name and you turned back as she held up your keys, “you dropped these.”

You met her halfway and took them from her with a mutter. Again, he was watching you… or still watching you. She spun and promised she’d have his tea shortly.

“Hmm,” he hummed and you head to the door again, “interesting, I never would have put the name to the face.”

You pushed out into the snow and gritted your teeth. You thought of getting the work on his car out of the way quickly so he would leave you alone but your spite made you want to put it off entirely. Whatever. He’d be gone soon enough.

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

Alright I'm not *entirely* sure I know where I'm going with this but I'm gonna vaguely pull on my previous thought that the Loki series portrays Loki as other people see him to make sense of episode 4

I know some people were upset about how it seemed like the series was agreeing that Loki was a narcissist, so let's explore that, because I don't really think that's the case. In the Sif time loop scene, we see Loki say,

Please, please, no more. Please, I beg you. I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. Uh... I crave attention... because I'm... (Sighs) I'm a... I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's... It's because I'm scared of being alone.

He's clearly exhausted and wants the beating to stop. He also knows what Sif thinks of him (helpful that she's been repeating it), so he says what he knows she wants to hear--but here, as with Mobius in episode one, although he is being strategic with what he says, he's also being genuine, at least mostly. He's too drained to do anything else, and he knows it wouldn't work anyway.

Loki absolutely is scared of being alone. That's the core fear he has, which is why he wanted to be Thor's equal--he didn't want to be abandoned or forgotten about (which, coincidentally, is exactly the punishment Odin gives him in TDW...). That's why it's the last thing he says, why he stutters and pauses so much before getting there--and it also happens to be the thing that Sif keeps throwing back at him. By putting it last, he's hoping he won't have to hear it again. Beating her to the punch, per se. (I also think it's interesting that he says he "never thought about it again" after this event happened, but yet it is the one Mobius puts on a loop in order to "soften him up". Clearly, Loki did remember this as a very painful memory--probably because it hits on his deepest fear--and it's effective in exhausting him emotionally, just like the footage of his life was. It's interrogation prep so that he's already vulnerable when he gets to Mobius. But anyways.)

I think he somewhat believes the other things he says, but only because it's been beaten into him so many times. Loki wouldn't think he's a horrible person, but he knows Sif does, and Thor, and Odin, and the Avengers, and Mobius--so maybe he is? This self-doubt is particularly clear with the "narcissist" line. It's framed like an admission, and I think it's because he's started to believe it. But that's not because it's true, and we're not supposed to believe it either.

Loki has always adapted himself to meet other people's expectations, and that's exactly what he does in this interaction as in so many others. He doesn't really know who he is, just who other people think he is, and that person is a horrible one, so that's what he says about himself. And other characters certainly aren't disagreeing. Mobius throws the same kind of lines at him when interrogating him in episode 1:

Look at that smile! You're enjoying that!

(LOKI: I know what I am.) A murderer?

You're really good at doing awful things, and then just getting away.

You were born to cause pain and suffering and death.

And by the end of the episode, Loki is emotionally exhausted. He calls himself weak. And when Mobius says, "You do know yourself!" Loki responds with, "A villain?" All of Mobius' attacks on Loki's identity were effective enough that Loki supplies him with another negative identifier--playing into what he wants to hear, just like he does with Sif, to make the attacks stop.

But it's different in episode 4. Mobius tries the same tactic again, using a word Loki had just used to describe himself:

What a incredible seismic narcissist. You fell for yourself!

This comes after he tried to convince Loki that Sylvie was dead (thus leaving him alone), and it's very much structured to further play on that fear--the only person he could ever be close to (in any way) is himself. He is alone. And it's that thought that's juxtaposed with the narcissist barb. Mobius is defining Loki as a narcissist, not because it's true, but because he's trying to break Loki down.

In reality, Loki isn't narcissistic at all--wanting attention does not a narcissist make. The very fact that he can say "I'm a narcissist because I'm scared of being alone" shows that he isn't one; you aren't a narcissist "because" of something, you just are one! And he's just been told he is one so many times, by people strategically attacking him, he starts to internalize that thought. It reminds me a lot of how people would call Tony narcissistic (even in his Avengers file) and how despite that being untrue, he began associating self-preservation with narcissism and instead took on the responsibility of protecting the whole team at cost to himself. Tony wasn't narcissistic--he used attention-seeking as a cry for help. It's the same with Loki. He wants to be noticed because he doesn't want to be alone.

And it's that desire that's being attacked. Mobius calls him a narcissist for finding companionship in Sylvie, the only person who's even tried to genuinely get to know him. Mobius is trying to keep Loki isolated and emotionally distraught, since Loki is less formidable that way. But Loki holds his own, even getting in the final line. Because of Sylvie, those barbs don't have the same effect as they did before. In episode 1, Mobius says:

It's funny, for someone born to rule, you sure do lose a lot. You might even say it's in your nature.

But look at what Loki says in episode 4.

SYLVIE: Do you think that what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we're destined to lose?

LOKI: No. We may lose. Sometimes painfully. But we don't die. We survive. I mean, you did. You were just a child when the TVA took you, but you nearly took down the organization that claims to govern the order of time. You did it on your own. You ran rings around them. You're amazing!

And that's what starts the Nexus event. Loki directly goes against the definition and expectation of what a Loki is supposed to be. He finally defines himself, thanks to and through Sylvie, as someone who survives, someone who is independent, someone who can do anything, someone who "can be whoever and whatever he wants to be"--and the universe breaks.

[beyondspaceandstars]

hello writer!! i was wondering if you could do a fluff arranged marriage loki oneshot with the prompt “can we makeout now?”

thanks for considering!

Dating and Marriage

Relationship: Loki x Reader

Warnings: N/A, just fluff!

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: alright i hope this is okay and ended up well i love the arrange marriage AU and i thought i was gonna be better at putting this together but maybe its clunky or something idk i still like it so i hope you do as well!

Masterlist

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It had taken you a while to get somewhere in your relationship with Loki.

When the two of you were informed you had already been promised to one another before either of your births, you weren’t too shocked. As both of you came from royal standings, arranged marriages were far too common for a variety of reasons. In your case, it was to cement a peace treaty.

Sure, at first, you and Loki were very annoyed with the decision, especially since neither of you was ever even given the chance to be in on the conversation but that annoyance wasn’t allowed for very long. You two were adults now and had to take on your royal responsibilities as such. That responsibility included following through on the outlined marriage.

Loki didn’t seem to harbor any malice towards you and you never held anything against him. But, still, it wasn’t like you two were in love. You were tolerating one another.

And for a while, that toleration was enough. As a couple, you were quite poised in public. Sometimes you thought maybe it was hard for others to believe it was an arranged marriage based on how much you seemed to accept each other’s company. It was okay at times, you felt like you had a friend. Being a royal in a whole new palace could be lonely. Loki at least would spare you some time to sit and chat.

But this unusual friendship you two had started after the wedding was growing into something else for you day by day. And as much as he probably wanted to deny it, you could see something shift within Loki. He’d look at you differently. Reach for your hand when out of the public eye. Even began inviting you to spend his leisure time with him.

There was no avoiding the fact you two were headed on a different course than originally planned in this arrangement and despite its prevalence, you two didn’t speak about it. But you were growing greatly tired of ignoring it.

"We should go on a date," you suddenly said one afternoon. You and Loki were sitting in the library. He was in his favorite chair, consumed with some fairytale while you were seated on the couch across from him, in the process of knitting…something. You didn’t know what — you had only taken up knitting because you had heard other princesses did it. Making scarves had become all the rage.

You could feel Loki eyeing you suspiciously as you tried working on another stitch.

Eventually, he placed his book to the side and spoke. "A date?" Loki echoed.

You shrugged, not taking your eyes off the yarn. "Yeah, a date. You know, just the two of us. We could go out or — or maybe make some dinner here. I’ve been having the kitchen servants teach me about cooking."

"I know what a date is," he sighed. "What I meant is, why should we go on a date? We’re already married."

You felt a bit defeated with that response. You set your yarn on your lap and looked at your husband. He was watching you quite intensely, waiting for your answer. You shivered under the icy stare.

"Y-You don’t want to—"

Loki cut you off abruptly. "I didn’t say that." He glanced down then back at you. "It’s just that… Dates are for wooing, yes? Why would I need that when I can already tell you’re taken with me."

Your heart dropped. You blinked at him, stunned. You hadn’t expected him to just…admit he knew what was working up in your mind. There was some pride in his eyes at your reaction but behind it, you could make out a hint of fascination.

You tried shaking off your pounding heart. You promptly picked back up the yarn, continuing your hopeless scarf, as you responded, "Have you never considered that maybe your wife still wants to be wooed despite the status of her interest."

"So you admit," he chuckled, "you have fallen for me."

You scoffed, "Don’t act all high and mighty. I’m well aware of how you look at me."

You heard Loki lean back in the chair as the leather of it creaked. You could feel his eyes roaming over you but you didn’t know in what capacity. Whatever was in his eyes now you were ignoring as you frantically tried to focus on knitting and not your love confession.

"Okay," he eventually said. "We’ll have a date."

It was impossible for you to hold back the smile forming on your lips.

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After minimal deliberation, Loki agreed to let you cook for him. You had heard that the Midgardians used food as signs of love and were fascinated with trying to learn some dishes. You studied with the servants for days trying to perfect a meal. They were always a little uncertain about letting a princess in where servant frequented but once you explained this time you were cooking to please your husband, they giggled like schoolgirls, excited to help.

Once you felt prepared enough, you informed your husband of when you wanted the date. You may have had to do some rework of both your royal schedules but it was fine. Meetings are forever, love can be fleeting.

You were preparing the food when Loki hesitantly entered the kitchen. You had explained that you two would be eating at the kitchen table. It was just a little table where servants usually sat to eat meals or relax in between shifts.

Loki had originally protested this saying he was not of such low status. You assured him that there was no intimacy to be found at the grand dining hall. It was far too big and annoying for two people. He didn’t argue further, just mumbling that he’d be there at the time requested.

And, luckily, he followed through.

"Hi, honey," you smiled, watching the stew simmer above the flame.

Loki took his seat gently as if he was going to catch something from the table. "This is really what you wanted to do for our date?"

You nodded. "I’ve had so much fun learning this meal and doesn’t it smell great? I think it’s going to be nice. I ever have bread baking." You motioned towards the stone oven. Loki followed your gaze but didn’t look impressed yet.

"We could’ve very easily had someone make this for us," Loki pointed out. "We have that luxury, darling."

You rolled your eyes, turning back to your bubbling stew. You could feel your anger bubbling in the same fashion.

"That’s not the point, Loki," you said, the tone in the kitchen shifting as you spoke his name. You rarely ever did. He perked up as you continued, "The point is that I, your wife, like you and would like to express my adornment through a freshly cooked meal."

Loki fell silent with that, something that was so rare for him. You didn’t push any further, though, and instead killed the fire under the stew and presented your bread from the oven. You divided it out into individual portions then placed each on the table. Still with an annoyed, sour look, you sat across from your husband. He was watching the stew, you were watching him.

"It—It looks delicious," he said

"Thank you," you mumbled. You two dug in then, this date now turning out a bit more awkward than you had planned. Neither of you spoke for a while, instead filling the kitchen with the slurping of soup and chewing of bread.

Loki soon began looking between you and the food like he was working up the courage to say something which was absolutely ridiculous to you. Your husband was one of the most outspoken people in the realm.

Eventually, you just decided to look up at him, your eyes begging for him to say whatever he wanted to say.

"This meal is lovely," Loki eventually said. "Th-Thank you for…doing all this."

You smiled, a faint blush creeping up on your cheeks. "You’re welcome."

Loki finished his stew then asked, "What else should we do on this date?"

Now you were really blushing. While taking your little cooking classes, you asked the servants what else goes on on dates. They seemed like lovely girls and you were curious. You had heard stories before of dancing and parties but you wanted something more intimate and you had never actually been on much of a date before. You spent time with boys in your youth and the night before your wedding you and Loki had talked for a little bit but nothing was ever of such fashion.

One servant had informed you, quite shyly, that she and her boyfriend always finished their dates by making out. You had gasped, amazed at her bluntness but then remembered these were servant girls. They lived far less controlled lives than you.

You were partially envious but then you realized, technically, you had a husband. A husband who was capable of making out with you even if such actions and beyond were typically reserved for very a calculated time — heir bearing, such intimacy only happened during the time when potential conception was at its peak.

"Well," you said, running your spoon through your bowl of stew, "one of the servants that helped me said her and her boyfriend end their dates with make-outs."

"Making out?" Loki repeated, brows raised in surprise. "But it’s not—"

"I know."

He looked away. You could practically see the gears turning in his brain. "You want to make out with me for fun."

You giggled at his shock. "Is that so unbelievable? I thought we already established I am into my husband."

"Yes, but you, well, neither of us, have never been so bold before."

"But it’s not such a bad thing," you shrugged, "to be so bold."

Loki hummed in agreement as he eyed you. There was something in his expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on but you definitely knew something between you two had shifted. It had already been shifting, sure, but your newly expressed desires opened the dam walls.

"Alright, dear, I think I can indulge you."

You smiled at his excitement which he was certainly trying to hide. But you maybe wanted to take a moment to maybe mess with him a bit. "Hmm," you glanced around at the dirty pots and pans, "after we clean up."

Loki’s jaw dropped. "What?"

"We can get on with our date once we clean up."

"You’re kidding me, right?" He pointedly asked. You shook your head. Loki huffed, "When did my wife become such a tease?"

You stood up, collecting your bowls and plates, bringing them to the counter. "I’ve always been like this, honey," you said. "Maybe you just have to get to know me a little bit more."

Loki began stalking towards you as you pretended to be fooling with the dirty dishes. "Well, darling," he said as his hands came upon your hips, "there’s something you must know about me and it’s that I don’t like to be kept waiting."

"I can maybe leave all this for later if you ask nicely."

He scoffed. "Are you asking me to beg?"

You shook your head. "I’m just asking you to ask nicely."

"Fine," he sighed. "Please, can we make out now?"

You sighed, leaning into his hard body. His arms moved to wrap around your waist now. "Yes, your majesty."

Loki chuckled lowly, dangerously, in your ear. "Thank you, princess."

He leaned his head around and within seconds, your lips were captured with his, getting more and more lost in one another as you two become a miss of kisses and touches.

[marveicinematics]

shaken (loki x reader, smut)

Summary : Your date didn’t show up, but a stranger did and you willing to be his for the night.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x female reader.

Words : 1,597.

TW : Smut. Unprotected sex, dirty talk, (small) praise kink.

Note : Sometimes, I just miss Loki.  (•◡•)

I’m open for request, just check the requests page. ♡

“I’ll take a Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred.“ Sitting at the counter of the bar you decided to spend the night in, you giggled at the demand of the man that was now standing next to you and sat where you date was supposed to be. “Like James Bond.“ You said, as you saw his inquiring gaze. It didn’t seem to answer his questions, as he frowned, eyes still looking at you. “I beg you pardon?“ He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“James Bond. The secret agent.“ There was no way he didn’t know who you were talking about, especially considering his condescending tone and accent that directly made you believed he was, just like the fictional character, coming directly from England. “I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about.“ You giggled again, shaking your head, which seemed to both confuse and amuse him. Focusing your attention to your drink, you tried to avoid thinking about the stranger sitting next to you, yet everything in you was attracted to him. He was good looking, for sure. But he had this little something, a part of mystery you wanted to discover while chatting over a drink, spending the night getting to know him only to end up under his sheets screaming his name until next morning. You shook your head to clean your mind from this fantasy, taking another sip from your cocktail. “Are you here alone?“ You heard the familiar voice say, and after wondering if you should look at him or not, you turned around to see he was indeed talking to you, again. “Yes, I am. My date bailed out on me.“ “What a shame.“ He grabbed his drink as soon as it arrived, taking a sip from it. “No one should ever stand up a woman like you.“ Your face flushed, realizing the man was possibly flirting with you — or just being nice. Yes, he was probably just being nice. “Well, if you’re here alone too, maybe you can be my new date.“ Expecting him to talk about the person he was probably waiting for, you were surprised to hear his answer. “I would absolutely love to.“ “Then we should try to get to know each other and make it fun. Like, playing truth or dare.“ Once again, he looked confused, and he took a few seconds before letting you know. “I do not know this game.“ “For real? You never played it?“ You asked, surprised. The man shook his head, and you proceeded into telling him the basic rules of the game. Taking another sip from your drink, you let him reflect on all the informations he just got. “All right. So, will you tell me the truth or accept to let me dare you?“ He asked, and you chuckled at the way each of his sentences seemed so well made. “I’ll start with truth.“ “Why would you want to go on a date with someone stupid enough to stand you up?“ Another giggle, and you shook your head as your cheeks turned read. “Actually, I don’t know him. It’s just some guy from a dating app.“ “Dating app.“ He repeated, perplexed. “Yes. We were supposed to meet for the first time tonight, but he didn’t come. It happens all the time, it’s fine.“ You looked at him again, and the way his eyes seemed to be taking in anything you said, as if he was learning, in a way. The more time you spent by his side, the more you needed to know more about him. “Truth or dare?“ You finally asked, hoping he would still be up to play. “Truth.“ For a while, you thought about asking about him. His name, his age, his job, where he was coming from — but you were positive he was British. Yet, your body kept being attracted to him like a magnet, and you just needed to make sure this wasn’t only going one way. “Do you think I’m attractive?“ You asked, leaning a little closer to him. The cocktails were making you bolder than you usually were. “Anyone would be an idiot to not see that you are a gorgeous woman.“ He didn’t even hesitate, or stutter, or blushed. He even leaned closer to you, both your body slowly making their way to one another. “Truth or..—“ “Truth.“ You cut him off with a smile, earning a soft chuckle from the man. “Is it true you’re already fantasizing about me?“ You straightened up, face blushing again as you frowned. He seemed to be so serious that the question unsettled you. “How would you know?“ “Well, I see things.“ He started to explain, not wanting to worry you. “I see the way your cheeks are a little more bright red each time we talk, and the way your hands are fidgeting. I see how you looked away after the first time we talked, but can’t seem to look away, now. Not to mention the fact that your entire body seems to be leaning closer after each question, for the same reason.“ His smile was something between a cocky smirk and a genuinely kind grin. Keeping quiet, you tried to find something to shoot back. He was right, and from the way he was looking at you, he knew it. Shaking your head, you decided that answering the question would be the only way to get done with the awkwardness of the moment. “Yes, I guess I did fantasize about you for a minute. I am alone and you are gorgeous.“ But you didn’t let him answer to you. “Truth or dare?“ “Dare.“ You had to think for a minute, his eyes hadn’t looked away from your face for the whole time. Something in you was screaming at you to stop this little game right now, but each time you looked into his eyes, you just needed to take it a bit further. “I dare you to make my fantasies come true, then.“ It was only after boldly speaking out that your cheeks turned this familiar bright color, which made his grin widen. Without a word, he stood up from the seat, catching your hand so you imitated him. You followed him all the way to the back of the bar and inside the women’s bathroom, that he locked behind you. “I am going to need you to tell me a little more about what this sweet mind of yours is fantasizing about.“ He grabbed your hips, pushing you against the wall as he pressed his body against you. Truth was, you weren’t expecting him to be this strong, and it turned you on more than you were before. “I just want you to fuck me all night long.“ You said, incapable of controlling yourself around him for reasons that you couldn’t understand. His fingers undid the button in the front of your dress only to allow your chest to be visible, and as he was kissing down your neck and collarbone, you arched against him, sighs filled with lust and pleasure. “You’re such a dirty woman, about to get fucked in the bathroom by a stranger. Does it arouse you, love?“ And as if he was trying to get an answered, he slid two fingers inside your panties, teasing your slit. “All wet and ready for me, I knew it.“ You moaned, biting down at your lips, as you tried to get your underwear off to give him a better access. The stranger undid his pants, pushing it under his ass only to let his hard cock out. “Fuck.“ You let out, seeing how big he was. Your fingers slowly grazed the length, getting him to groan softly. “Sir, I think you’re just as aroused as I am.“ He looked serious but still let out a chuckle at your comment, grabbing your thighs to push you up against the wall, giving him access to your pussy. He asked permission with a gaze, and you nodded to give it to him. “Oh god—“ You moaned when he entered you, not letting you time to adjust before he was trusting inside you. “You’re so big.“ It seemed to please him, making him push harder inside you as you wrapped his body with your legs to keep him close, hands buried in his hair. “You’re fucking me so good, keep going!“ Again, he seemed to enjoy your words, moaning as his move began to be more frenetic, which caused you to moan louder. His hips met yours faster and harder, his pelvis stimulating your clit as your breasts kept grazing against the fabric of his shirt. “Tell me you like it.“ He groaned, hitting your g-spot almost every time he was thrusting back in. “I fucking love it. Ah, you’re gonna make me cum already!“ The familiar feeling in between your legs made you tighten your grip, keeping his body close as you neared your orgasm. One of his hand grabbed your breast as his lips finally connected with yours, and he gave you a hot and passionate kiss, massaging your breast over the lace of your bra to get you off. It was enough for you to climax, crying out in pleasure against his mouth as you started shaking against him. Walls clenching around his cock, it tipped him over the edge. Giving you one last thrust, he emptied himself deep inside you, hot seed filling you up as you rode out your orgasm.

“Fuck,“ he cursed for the first time, cock still pulsating inside you. “You were amazing, love.“ It took you a minute to catch your breath, putting your underwear back on as the man was buttoning his pants again, as if he hadn’t just fucked you against the wall. “Do you want to come get another drink in my hotel room?“ He asked, turning around to face you as you were adjusting your dress and your hair. “By the way, my name is Loki. It is very nice to meet you.“

[tokoyamisstuff]

This Is New For Me

Loki x Reader

Summary: Life on Asgard can be straining - especially if the God of Mischief has taken a liking to you.

Warnings: Loki being so terrible at flirting it physically hurts, bullying, this got way angstier than I initially intended

Words: ~2800

A/N: I’ve written this trying to distract myself from personal problems, but honestly I can’t think straight rn. Dunno I kinda hate how this turned out but here you go I guess...sorry.

Loki Odinson must really despise you.

No matter how often Thor would stand up for his brother and try to justify his behavior, there was no other explanation for you other than that he must truly hate you with every essence of his being.

In the beginning, having been invited in the palace to train magic under the Allmother sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime chance - yet all that’s left from your initial excitement had been replaced by pure annoyance.

Lately, whenever you knew that you had to attend class with that certain raven-haired prince, your insides would churn before you even arrived.

Weeks have turned into months, never once ceasing his condescending remarks or childish pranks. Of course, he wasn’t called the God of Mischief for nothing.

All nine realms had tales to tell about his sheganinans - yet with you, he seemed especially invested. There was not one encounter where he could leave you at peace, always ending with you being victim to his wicked humor. 

The man did not seem to respect you at all - and it made you furious.

Today, you’d show him just what you were capable of!

“Greetings, great Allmother.” Polite as always, you bowed deeply in front of your queen, her magnificent presence still making you jittery beyond belief.

“No need for formalities, my lovely student” she responded heartily, only making you admire her even more - until a loud, exaggerated sigh cut through the calm atmosphere.

“Her again?” There he stood, maintaining his defensive pose as he rolled his eyes at you. “Mother, why would you keep on bringing a lowlife like her to defile this holy place?”

This was probably the millionth time that Frigga apologized deeply for her son’s behavior, and you were always amazed by her patience with him. How could a person so formidable end up raising such a troublemaker?

But then again...if she believes that there is good in the God of Mischief, then so would you.

“For today, I have prepared a spell that can only be cast by two mages at once”, Frigga explained, while Loki would still not bid you a single look. “So throughout this lesson, you will need to work together to succeed.”

Irritation was clearly visible on his face - and if you were perfectly honest, you weren’t really fond of that idea either. Yet if it was your scolar’s wish, none of you would protest.

“Spontaneous creation of complex concepts puts a huge stroll on one’s mind and body, so do not be frustrated if it doesn’t work within the first try.”

The idea was simple: Create a blooming meadow in midst of the palace floor, since creating life would be way too complex - only masters of the sorcery arts could take this spell to completion.

You and Loki were now sitting on the bare floor in front of each other and only now you realized how tense he had become, sweat dripping from his forehead and biting his bottom lip.

Was your presence really so terrible that he couldn’t bear with it?!

“Hey” you whispered, taking his hands to form a ring just as instructed “Don’t worry, we’re gonna get this!”

“I don’t need your encouragement...” he spat between gritted teeth, now that you noticed his palms were just as sweaty as his face seemed to be.

One second. Two, tree...fourty....a hundret and two...

“Relax” Loki repeated to himself as if it was his mantra - but now, with your fingers entangled in his? Sheer impossible.

Distraught, he shot his mother a desperate look, just for her to point  towards you, sitting cross-legged and seemingly completely relaxed.

Since your eyes were closed, Loki took this chance to observe every detail of your face, without having to fear that you’d notice his little infatuation.

By the norns - you were as fair and bewitching as always. So way, way out of his league. An unreachable, vigorous being. No angel, valkyrie or similar could ever reach up to you - at least in his eyes.

Was this what they called love at first sight? Loki only knew those sentiments from novels he always ridiculed before he got to know you.

Slowly and steadily, Loki aligned his breathing pattern with yours, picturing the cycle of energy the two of you formed. Carefully, he began infusing you with his magic, trying his best to allow yourself do the same to him.

Another minute passed by and you were finally able to let your magic flow through each other’s bodies entirely, like a serene stream.

With things being like this, he felt so different from the Loki you knew.

His magic was strong, indeed - but so gentle, warm and somehow comfortable to be coated with. You wondered-

“HEY!”

As soon as Loki slapped your hand away, breaking the cycle, all of the flowers that had previously bloossomed through you would wither in an instant.

“What the hel do you think you’re doing, you mewling quim?!” Loki shoutet as loud as his lungs allowed him to, while his mother’s face distorted in second-hand-embarrasment at her son’s choice of words. “Who do you think you are?!”

“I-I’m sorry, I just-” You only wanted to scan his emotions through the magic bond you shared, just peek under the cover for a mere second - what was he so afraid of you to find?

“Know your place, woman!” The god pointed at you before he rushed up, ignoring the ache in his heart as he saw your face contort in sadness. “You are beneath me, never forget that!”

Why were you even surprised?

“You’re right” you sniveled quietly as you balled a fist in your dress, and Loki hated himself so much that he wished to just disappear. “My apologies. You don’t have to put up with me ever again.”

As always, instead of fighting, you made your leave without ever fighting back.

Frigga’s pleads for you to stay and talk this over were all for naught when you rushed away, muttering curses directed towards youself rather than anyone else.

Instead of scolding her son, she’d punish him through her silence, furiously shaking her head as she rushed away as well.

Why did he always have to ruin everything?!

The God of Mischief was very well aware that whenever you were close, his mind went completely blank - and that made him panic.

Never before he had felt so goddamn vulnerable in front of anything, terrifying him beyond belief.

And Loki loathed that feeling: Losing control over himself, being reminded once again how alone and  unloveable he is, facing a goddess as stunning as you are every single day.

So he concluded it to be best to cope like he did all those millenia: Cover up those insecurities, shove his anxieties in the back of his heart and protect his heart from anyone coming close.

Good thing you believed that presumptupus, disoblinging duplicity of his to be his true self.

That would make it easier for the both of you, having as much distance as humanly possible. Vicinity could become dangerous terrain.

Yes, he would only save you some time - it would be a waste if you would try to actually give him a chance, just to be let down by what kind of disappointment he truly was.

But it wouldn’t end here - since the only way Loki Odinson first and only communication was through causing mischief.

A scream of yours startled the servants early in the morning, with your personal maiden being the first to rush to your side.

“Milady, wha-” She stopped in her tracks as she saw you standing in front of the mirror, touching your scalp in disbelief, where everything had been cut short.

That was it. Enough of it!

Dismissing the servants, you took a scissor and tried to at least make an acceptable hairstyle out of the mess he had made, before you would leave to the royal garden.

“You!” Pointing towards Loki, innocently sitting on a bench to watch the sunrise, you screamed and let a strand of hair run from your fingers to the floor. “You did this!”

“Now relax, would you” he chuckled, wearing his smug grin like a trophy as he defendingly held his hands into the air. “You should be grateful, it looks much better like this.”

Next thing he knew was the feeling of your backhand, mercilessly crushing against his collarbone.

Usually, you’d be shocked at yourself, for you had never been a person to choose violence ever before - but right now, you were too full of anger and hurt to even realize.

“You conniving craven pathetic worm!” you exclaimed, breathing heavily as you swung yet another fist towards the prince - however, he grabbed your wrists, trapping you in his hold.

In his life full of wrongdoings, he had been called worse than that - yet still, hearing insults coming from you of all people shot arrows through his heart with every word escaping his lips. Not that he’d ever admit, though.

“It was just a little prank.” Loki would’ve never thought that his actions would affect you this much. “What are you so worked up about?”

“All this time I believed there could be a good person beneath all that...but now what?” The compassion you detected in his eyes were only upsetting you even more. “You are a selfish, cruel and terrible person, and I gave up on you.”

Loki let go off of you, staring at you in disbelief:

You actually believed in him, all this time?! That was impossible!

If anything, the Odinson had always believed you to ignore his existence completely, if he wouldn’t use such drastic measures to attract your attention.

“Wait a second, I-”

“I hope you know that you deserve to be alone...” you sniveled, turning around to face him one last time before you fled the scene. “And you always will be.”

Several minutes had passed until Loki had given up in silencing he voices inside his head that told him you were right: He was indeed a despicable being, tainting your pure goodwill - repelling anyone that would still be willing to give the God of Mischief a chance.

Out of a whim, he jumped up from his place, wanting to rush after you. He was very well aware that he was probably beyond forgiveness by now, yet he at least wanted to make things up to you - even though he had no clue where to start.

“Calm down, Lady Y/N.”

Thor’s voice drang to Loki’s ears just a mere second before he saw that particular heart-wrenching scene unfold in front of him:

You were lying in his brother’s arms, crying to your heart’s extend while soothed you, softly petting what remained from your hair.  Loki remained hidden in the shadows, even though his guts told him to stab his brother right here and now.

“My brother...you know-” The God of Thunder was trying to find the right words, even though poetic speeches were not really his forte. “It’s just his speecial, twisted way of interacting. Who knows where he got that from.”

“I rather wonder if he realized how his behavior truly makes me feel” you snapped back, unwilling to keep defending him. “Weak and worthless, that’s how I feell. And every time our ways cross, he’s making it worse!”

By the gods, Loki never wanted to make you feel that way, let alone think such ways about yourself! He of all people, who knew best what its like to feel unfit and nowhere near enough.

Loki grabbed the fabric of his shirt tight, feeling that his heart might burst if he didn’t. It took everything in him to not let out a loud sob and be caught - but then, his brother snapped him out of it with an impossible question:

“Do you still love him?”

“L-Love might not be the right word, I mean-” Lately, you had let Thor in on your secret admiration for his younger brother. “With the way he’s treating me, and all-”

You just couldn’t help being drawn to him against all reason. After everything you had endured, just to be close to him - and he never even acknowledged your feelings.

And still, here you were, crying over a man that didn’t want you.

“Lady Y/N?”

Loki’s voice made you panic, immediately wriggling out of Thor’s embrace. The Odinson understood immediately, nodding towards his brother before leaving the two of you alone.

“Since when have you been standing there?!” Panic dropped to your stomach, wondering just how much he had heared.

“From the very beginning.”

Before you could even think about what to do now, Loki summoned a dagger, cutting off his raven locks in one swift move. “Wha-”

“Please, accept this as means of apology.” The man now dropped to one knee, humbly facing the ground. “I have never intended to make you doubt your most perfect self.”

Frantic, you were scanning his voice, face, anything for the slightest hint of a lie - but nothing. Loki seemed determined and sincere when he looked up to you, hesistantly taking a hold of your hand.

“This is new for me...” he uttered under his breath as his lips graced your knuckles, and only now you realized that he was trembling ever so slightly. 

“I-Is that another trick?!”

“What kind of vicious being do you think I am?” Well, after everything he had commited it was only natural of you accusing him. “There are lines not even I do not cross.”

Only for a brief second your heart felt a little bit lighter, as his eyes were locked with yours, lost in this moment you have been waited for so long...

...a little too unexpected, right?

Suddenly, you tugged your hand away, and Loki could only sigh in frustration. Of course it won’t be that easy for him to gain your trust. “I don’t need your pity, Loki...”

No matter how he racked his brain around the matter, he had burdened your shared past probably beyond the point of repair.

That would be his last chance, maybe the last time he’d ever see you again. He was so desperate in his attempt, and yet - what else could he do?

So for the first time in millenias, the God of Mischief decided to speak from the heart for a change:

"Y/N, I-I...As I said, this is new for me, so...” he cleared his throat before continuing, stress literally dropping out of every pore. “From the first day we’ve met, you...I mean...you were the most magnificent being I ever laid eyes upon, and...when I think about it now, I-I may be enarmored with you.”

Your eyes widened at this wholeheartedly confession, a sincere smile playing on his lips in contrast of sole tears running down his face.

Never before you had seen him like that: Flustered, vulnerable, and honest...

“I thought to be unworthy of your affection, so I tried to belittle you, to...I don’t even know. I’ve been told many times I am quite assertive of anyone but myself. I-I mean, I am a mess...I don’t understand my own feelings and thus drive away any chance of happiness, and...how could you ever-?”

“Mhh...” you silenced the man as your lips crushed over his, falling straight into his arms. It took Loki quite a second to fully grasp the situation before deepening the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if you’d disappear if he was to ever let go.

“Y/N...” the prince gasped when your lips parted from that breathtaking kiss - and this time it was you who wore that thug grin on your face.

"Apology accepted” you giggled, just to smother the face of this flabbergasted man in yet another thousand smaller kisses.

This had to be a dream, he thought...and immediately, a wave of guilt washed over him. He did not deserve this in the slightest.

“Now, don’t give me that look.” Cupping Loki’s face in your hands, you gifted him that heartwarming expression he had ignored for so many years, thinking it was not meant for him. “That kiss wiped my memory from everything you’ve done...by now.”

Out of sheer, genuine happiness, Loki leaped from the floor and excitedly swirled you around in his arms.

After another kiss that would kick the air right out of your lungs. the god would peck a more gentle one afterwards, as sweet and tender as no one ever thought he could be.

Even if it’s gonna be a long way, Loki would prove to be worthy of your love.

“Lady Y/N...if you are to believe in me, then I swear I will be on my best behavior from now on!”

"Let's see about that."

[vidavalor]

Lokius/Mobius thoughts...

The part of the jet ski conversation that gets lost in the shuffle is the most interesting bit to me. It's not when Mobius expresses why he loves jet skis but when he expresses what he feels about basically all of history that causes him to love the rare bright spots like, to him, jet skis. He says that all of history is basically terrible and then it nearly all of it gets destroyed. Listen to that. Sit with that for a moment.

This guy is exhausted. He admitted to Loki in another scene that he has no idea how long he's been at the TVA but we know it's been awhile and no one really ever seems to do anything but solve time crimes. Mobius is the only real subtle rebel we see in the place-- he has his jet ski magazines and there's a novel on his desk. He's smart and a little bored and a little depressed and Loki-- *this* Loki-- is the human equivalent of jet skis to him.

Mobius has seen and knows about history and while he has not lost a sense of empathy and compassion towards humanity at all, he has lost something of a sense of hope that things that are dark and repeated traumas can maybe end for the better. 'Most of history is terrible and then it's destroyed' is also basically the story of Loki's life-- most of it was kind of awful and then he was brutally murdered. The end. It must have depressed the living hell out of Mobius to watch that. Loki's life was essentially Mobius' favorite story, only it was real and he knew it was, and he just absolutely *hated* the ending.

He hated it so much that at some point, he actually took a tempad and *went into the movie*, which is not what the TVA is supposed to do. They are supposed to halt stories that deviate from what they are told the plan is. The changes they make are to prune and shape, sure, but to a specific end goal and there's no reason to go roaming around time and space without that. Yet, Mobius went into the story and while Thor is meeting the Guardians of the Galaxy, Mobius is seeing Loki-- this Loki, *his* Loki-- in person for the first time and it's when Loki is still very dead, having been floating on a rock in space until Mobius probably pulled his body into a ship.

Consider that the tape of Loki's life ends with his death in Infinity War. That's where his file ends, officially, with the TVA but Mobius was the real ending. Long before he and Loki would figure out how there could be no consequences in the moments before the death that is an apocalypse, Mobius had figured out there would be no consequences for him if he hid away the dagger he took from Loki's body-- the one that Loki had conjured to kill Thanos, that he had *made* from his own magic, that was then a part of *Loki himself*- as no one would know Mobius was here, hiding in the bit of time after Loki's file-- and life-- had ended.

It is, in all likelihood, Mobius who closed Loki's eyes and draped something over him, probably his own TVA jacket. It is, in all likelihood, Mobius who recovered Loki's body in Infinity War and buried him somewhere.

Mobius buried Loki before he ever met him.

He and Loki look at one another for the first time, meeting with Loki alive for the first time, as Loki is shouting about how the TVA will not dictate how his story will end, having no idea that Mobius was his epilogue before and has since decided to help Loki rewrite all of the last chapters. History is terrible and then it gets destroyed. Mobius thought that true but didn't let it completely best him into cynicism-- it made him seek to be someone who would try to make proverbial jet skis happen. History might be a series of dark times upon dark times but Mobius can find the joy in it and when he's broken by Loki's horrible ending, he wants to change it because Loki, too, is to Mobius a rare alignment of form and function-- a perfect, beautiful, god equivalent of a jet ski that should not be destroyed.

When was the moment that Mobius decided to go back for a second dagger? Did he take it from some point in The Dark World, off of the illusion of a dead Loki, so he again would not disrupt time as Loki would not be able to interact with him? The two daggers from The Dark World and Infinity War look alike. Why does it matter? Because one would have sufficed for Mobius to have for himself, to keep as a memory of the Loki he only ever got to see in person in death, but two? Two daggers means he meant to give them *to* Loki. Two daggers of Loki's own making, to protect himself with and help him rewrite his story because Loki is always better with two than with one alone and one alone is too reminiscent of his murder for Mobius' taste.

Mobius was a man tired of the order of bad endings, tired of just observing, tired of reading and watching a story unfold and not being able to be a character in the story of his own life, let alone Loki's. He was already beginning to burn down the TVA just by wanting so desperately to inject it with a dose of the literal God of Mischief. He had fallen in love with the protagonist of the saddest damn story he'd ever watched and then decided to go from watching it-- yet another tragic tale in history, yet another beautiful part of the world destroyed-- to deciding that he was going to become a part of the story himself.

The movie is now his story, too, and he is determined for it to have a different ending this time around. One day, this Loki variant-- the same man Mobius fell in love with watching, really, just stopped at the point of the beginning of his terrible demise (taking the Tesseract)-- this Loki variant will have a different movie that ends with the end of his life again but Mobius will be in this movie now, too, and with any luck, it will not end with a tragic murder but some happiness and peace. History might be terrible but Loki, now, maybe won't be destroyed and Mobius was already burning down his world for that before he ever walked into Ravonna's courtroom to save Loki and step not just into Loki's life but more fully into his own. That's just... really romantic and lovely. This damn show is going to slow burn the living hell out of this, aren't they?

[fandom-crazy-lunatic]

Swimming lessons

Summary: when Stark decides to drag the avengers (including Loki) along to a pool party, a rather embarrassing secret is revealed. Loki can’t swim.

Pairing(s): Loki x Reader

Warning(s): uhh not being able to swim (does that count?), fluff, some steamy-ish elements

Characters: Loki, y/n and the avengers

‘Tony, is this really a good idea?’ you grumbled, as he took off his shirt and pants to reveal a pair of fiery-patterned swimming trunks.

‘Is anything I do a good idea? No, but it’s fun,’ Tony replied with a smirk. ‘Now outta those clothes and into the pool, I didn’t buy it for you all to stand on the edge.’ As if to emphasise his point, he ran up to the deep end and dove in, quickly resurfacing.

You shook your head, but before long you and the others were in the water, and having a pretty good time doing it. The only one who wasn't swimming was Loki, who sat on a bench by the side, looking immensely bored. Stark insisted on him coming along, and he couldn't exactly say no, or he'd lose the relative freedom he had from being with the Avengers.

As you swam up and down, occasionally diving under to grab someone's leg or splash their face, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched, but every time you looked back at Loki, he averted his gaze. Typical.

Thor was probably enjoying all of this the most. So much, in fact, that he felt the need to call out, ‘Loki! Why don’t you join us for once?’

Loki glared. ‘And why would I feel the need to do that?’

‘Because it’s fun.’

‘Fun.’ He repeated. ‘Splashing around in chlorinated water is fun, is it?’

‘Yeah, it is, come on in, stabby,’ Natasha teased.

‘Stabby?’

‘Sounds kinda cute,’ you chimed in.

Loki was about to have a full on outraged monologue, but before he could, Thor promptly pulled himself out of the water, lifted Loki up, and tossed him into the deep end.

Tony and Nat burst out laughing. You, however, didn’t, as you saw Loki flailing about under the water. You paused for a second, expecting him to surface, but it seemed pretty clear that that wasn’t about to happen, at least not by itself.

Everyone froze in shock. Loki, god of mischief, the man who nearly took over New York, couldn’t swim?

He looked completely helpless, trapped under the water. You were always the empathetic one. Nobody seemed to be moving to help him, even when you gave them all your best death stare.

You took a deep breath, and swam towards him, pure determination egging you on. You’d always been a strong swimmer, and now was your chance to prove it.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, and you desperately kicked your legs, the water bearing his weight. Spluttering, he clambered out once you had reached the surface, his hair and clothing soaked. You climbed out after him.

‘Well that was...’ Steve started.

‘Something,’ Clint finished. 

You ushered Loki into the changing rooms before he could murder everybody within a five mile radius. You were lucky that he tolerated you— in fact you were the only one that he tolerated— or he might have done something pretty drastic in his humiliation.

‘Thor.. that oaf, what the HEL did he think he was doing? I’ll kill him one of these days..’ he muttered angrily to himself as he paced up and down. You silently prayed that nobody would burst in on you two. He was annoyed enough.

‘Hey,’ you said, in the most soothing voice you could muster. ‘It’s okay.. it’s really not a big—’

‘I was just publicly thrown into a body of water, and my incompetence in that area was on display for EVERYONE to see. Don’t you even try and downplay it.’

‘I’m just saying... we all have stuff we’re bad at.’

Loki had now sat himself on the bench and was staring at one particular floor tile with enough anger to melt an iceberg.

A pause.

‘Do you have spare clothes?’ you asked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

‘No,’ he clipped.

‘I’d offer mine, but I doubt they’d fit,’ you laughed weakly.

‘Do I look amused?’

You decided it was best to shut up at that point.

***

Three days later, Thor burst into your bedroom.

‘Woah, have you heard of knocking?’

‘Sorry, Y/N. Urgent matter. Have you seen my brother?’

‘Loki? Is he lost?’

‘Apparently so.’

You leap off of your bed, pushing past Thor.

You searched for three hours, shaking and prodding every inanimate object you could find before an idea struck. A very, very, stupid idea, but still possible.

The front glass doors barely had time to open before you were through, and outside.

A mile of running, maybe two, before you were there: the swimming pool you had been to the day before. Your suspicions were confirmed once you burst in.

The sight would have been hilarious if you hadn’t been so worried. Loki, holding on desperately to the side of the pool, looking like a small, trapped animal, kicking his legs with so much force that the floor was flooded.

He was trying to teach himself to swim. It was almost adorable. You’d never thought him to be the type to do that, though. You’d pegged him as the type to run away from his problems and never actually get them fixed.

The moment he noticed you he pulled himself out, glaring, the same angrily humiliated face that he’d worn yesterday.

‘Loki! You idiot, everyone’s looking for you.’ You said, trying not to notice the fact that he was only in his underwear, his soaked dark hair hanging loosely around his angular face, the water making all the lean muscles on his torso shine. You stopped yourself from looking further down.

‘And?’

‘They’re worried.’

‘Not about me.’

‘I was.’

He glanced up at you. You couldn’t quite read his expression.

You were trying so hard to look him in the eyes. ‘Are... are you going to come back?’

‘Not until I want to.’ All his answers were short, impatient. Angry.

Then you did something completely impulsive. You threw your shirt over your head and kicked your jeans down, leaving you in your underwear. Loki looked you up and down, and you went to cover yourself with your arms.

Sliding into the water, you gave him the kindest smile you could muster, swimming towards his side and grabbing his calves. You were in an extremely awkward position, but you tried not to let it show on your face.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘Swimming with you. Come in.’

‘Is this some sort of joke?’

‘Nope. I’m gonna show you how, right here. Just you and me. That’s better than everyone else watching, right? It’ll stop you from humiliating yourself again.’ You regretted saying that last sentence, and expected him to lash out at you, but instead he let you pull him in by his legs.

‘Oh, Norns,’ he muttered, reaching out to the nearest solid object. Which happened to be you.

‘It’s okay, I’m not going to let you drown.’

Your heart was pounding at about a thousand miles an hour. His fucking perfect body was nearly pressing up against you. It didn’t help one bit that neither of you were fully dressed. His breath cooled your skin as he grasped your shoulders for dear life, wide eyes staring up at you. You had to resist giving yourself a shake to stop this self-destructive chain of thought.

‘Right, now, hold on to the edge. Yeah, like that. First you need to learn how to kick your legs properly.’

***

He was a quick learner, you gave him that. Thank goodness for the water hiding most of his body from you or you would have never been able to concentrate. Before long he could propel himself from one side to the other. You gave him your biggest smile and tried to be encouraging, but he dismissed your efforts.

He clambered out, sitting himself on the edge. You went to sit next to him.

‘Well this was..’ you said, not quite sure how to finish your sentence.

‘Pleasant,’ he finished. 

‘I’m sorry? I thought–’

‘You thought wrong. Spending time with you was pleasant.’

You scoffed. ‘Yeah, right.’

‘I mean it. I’ve mentioned before that I found you tolerable, but now I’m willing to admit that I possibly may have some affection for you, mortal.’

You stared down at the water, too awkward to look him in the eyes.

You felt something cold on your hand. Loki’s. He lifted it up to his lips, giving you the softest kiss imaginable. ‘May we do this again sometime?’

‘I’d love to.’

He smiled, warm and sincere at first, morphing into a small smirk. ‘Oh and Y/N?’

You looked up at him.

‘Your clothes are completely soaked through.’

[gaitwae]

Whispers •||• Loki x Reader

Summary: You fall asleep to try and quell your stress, but nightmares only make your night worse. Impulsively, you do the only thing you can do.

Rating: PG for nightmares and initial angst. Fluff ending. I originally started drafting this around December. Uh. Here it is. Probably explains the bad mood board and the different formatting.

Tags: @make-me-imagine​ @thorfanficwriter​ @bwemph​ @myraiswack​ @rorybutnotgilmore​ @loki-snape-our-hero​ @wolfish-trickster​ @lucywrites02​ @mostly-marvel-musings​ @winterfrostsarmy​ @superheroesandstardust​ @castiels-majestic-wings​ @geekns​ @natandersonnla​ @cozy-the-overlord​ @megthemewlingquim​ @frostedgiant​ @whatafuckingdumbass​ @thebookbakery​ @delightfulheartdream​ @twhiddlestonsstuff​ @lokistan​ @the-emo-asgardian​ @amwolowicz​ @itscomplicatedx​ @sophlubbwriting​

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“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice snarled, sharp-tongued and voilent. Long fingers gripped at your shoulders, turning you about, left and right, left and right. “What do you think you’re doing, loving a man who doesn’t care about you?” You felt your throat squeeze up. The voice laughed at your displeasure, clawing its hands down your neck to your shoulders once more, then at your waist. “What a fool you are, Y/N... he wouldn’t even remember you passing.”

“Let me go,” you asked, your own words quivering in comparison to the feral tone that growled in your ear. There was a dark chuckle, almost a real laugh, and the claws released you. Instead, the floor beneath you swiveled, causing you to face your attacker... your nightmare. His face was hidden in the darkness of your dreamscape.

“Are my whispers too real for you, darling?” the voice asked, the smile audible now. This figure was mocking you, now. “Then perhaps you should just... wake up, shouldn’t you? Wake up, silly girl.” With a howl, a crow of shrill laughter, he stepped into your vision, pushing you back against a wall. His breath smelled like tea and blood. His teeth gleamed in a dark, sickening sliver of light. “Who do I look like?” he asked you.

He pulled back, suddenly visible to you now. Your eyes wouldn’t look away. You couldn’t stop staring at his face. The face. The face was what scared you the most.

Loki’s face.

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You sat up with your heart racing faster than it ever had before. You felt like your chest would explode; tears raced down your face as you tried to catch your breath and calm your heart down. You needed something different, tonight. You hated yourself for even thinking it, but you needed a blanket... or a stuffed animal.... or someone’s arms. You needed something to hold onto. You felt so alone, here in the dark.

You hadn’t ever felt so unsafe in your own room before.

What had come over you?

“I hate this,” you mumbled. “I can’t believe I’m dreaming about him, again.” You shook your head, sniffing once or twice. Your hands were clammy. If your hair was long enough for it, it had been wetted by your tears. Your pillow had stains. Something about the reminder that Loki wasn’t human hurt you.

Why? It was the truth. You knew he wasn’t a good fit for you. You always knew. Yet, somehow, you couldn’t help the tearing heart beneath your breastbone. 

There was a soft knock on your door. “Y/N,” a female voice came. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah, Nat,” you called. “I’m fine, now. You can come in.” You didn’t want her to come in right away, but your mouth was moving faster than your brain. All your wants had been concentrated on keeping this nightmare to yourself. 

Whispers of forgotten affections, whispers of stupid dreams that would never come to be were in your ear as you sat, gazing at your hands while Natasha came in and sat down on your bed. You rested against your friend.

“I heard screaming,” she whispered. She rubbed your arms gently. “I thought something had happened to you.”

“I had another dream about... about him,” you said, angry at yourself for admitting it. “I don’t know why I have nightmares about someone I love.”

“He’s pretty intimidating, I’ll give you that,” Natasha said, now putting her hands through your hair. “Why wouldn’t you be afraid of him? I mean, he threw Tony out a window one time.”

You laughed gently, her joke making you feel better. “Tony’s terrifying when he’s pissed off, yeah.” You were glad she didn’t say anything about you being a strong woman. Usually, out of everything you’d read online, strong women didn’t need to be afraid of anyone. For once, you were glad you could be intimidated by a person you admired rather than being too strong to be “scared of a man’s opinion.” 

It wasn’t like that. 

Loki wasn’t like that.

“You just have to figure out how to ignore the whispers in the back of your head, baby.” Nat set a hand on your arm comfortingly. She squeezed, the tension you held in your body leaving as your best friend stayed next to you.

You held your head in your hands. “I’m trying. I really am, but...”

“You had a nightmare. You should get him to comfort you. Get over the nightmare and win him over,” Natasha suggested. “I’d stay with you but --”

“But you’ve got to go,” you filled in. You sighed, nodding with understanding. “Steve taking you?”

“We’re going to see a midnight film. It’s romantic, I think.” She shrugged. “I’ll be back around two am.” She kissed your head. “If you need me to stay, I’ll cancel. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay. Okay, just go.” You swallowed. “I’ll try my best.” 

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“Loki?” a small voice came from the door. The god squeezed his eyes shut tightly, but sat up anyway.

“Y/N, do you have any idea what time it is, sweetheart? Are you cold? I can assure you,” he chuckled, lifting his legs off the bed, “solving that problem won’t be easy.” He balanced himself, then opened the door to see his dear little mortal. He stopped when his eyes adjusted.

Y/N was crying. 

“What in the Nine Realms...?” Loki scooped you up. “My dearest heart, what in the world could be on your mind? Has someone hurt you? Are you sick? Shall I go out and buy you something?” He pet your hair. He was trying his best not to fret. He hadn’t heard any continous shouting, no walls breaking, and no gunshots. But... now that he thought about it... “Why do you cry?”

“I had a nightmare,” you murmured. “It’s stupid, but I wanted to see you... Nat came in when she heard me.”

“What was the nightmare?” he asked, crawling into bed with you. “No nightmare is stupid.” 

You explained the horrors to him, and he patiently listened. He wiped your tears and stroked your cheek. 

“I see,” he hummed. “You see me as... what?” He was trying to keep his cool. He didn’t want to react the wrong way. Nightmares could be of anyone and anything; the dark whispers in one’s mind didn’t necessarily mean you thought of any person as evil. 

“You weren’t you,” you said. “Something was trying to look like you and convince me that I... I was wasting my time...” You ducked your head. You didn’t meet his gaze.

“Wasting your time?” he repeated.

It took you a while to answer. Loki was patient. “Because I’m in love with you.”

“You were scared because you’re in love with me?” he smiled, then laughed gently. Sleep was filling both your voices. You stopped crying. “Dearest, I thought we already knew our feelings for each other.”

“...you knew?”

“Of course, I knew. What kind of sweetheart would I be if I didn’t know? Have I done a bad job showing my affections?” His eyebrows drew together. “I’ll fix that.”

“No, I just... Humans don’t always exchange hugs and kisses and cuddling when they’re in love. Sometimes, it’s the need for physical contact, and I didn’t know if we were just... a thing... or if you wanted me to say something.”

“You silly humans!” he sighed. He kissed your cheek, your forehead. “I love you. There. Now, fret no more. I’ll battle your nightmares away.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Sleep. I’ll whisper lullabies in your ears as you drift.”