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[imnotrevealingmyname]

God, this series turned two? How time flies...

In which Loki finds his home.

Reblogs > likes. Please don't like this post if you're not gonna reblog.

Pairing: Loki X Fem!Bengali!Reader

Summary: A series of Loki one shots. Mostly fluff, sometimes angst, lots of pining. Idiots to lovers at its finest. If you're interested in reading all of it, reading in order is recommended.

Warnings: Mentioned separately in each part.

A/N: If you see any plot/loopholes no you don't <3 no constructive (or otherwise) criticism please. (Unless I write something offensive.) Please be nice, I'm just trying to have some fun. Also, once again, do NOT like my fics if you don't have the decency to reblog. Assholes are not welcome here. I will be blocking anyone who does that, no exceptions. I don't care what your reasons are to not reblog/comment. You're getting blocked if you read my fics and like them and don't interact.

Requests: Open! (Date ideas only please)

Character design

Date Artwork Series (In honour of Little Things' first birthday)

Playlist

Timeline

Fic Masterpost

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Beautiful Stranger

Just A Game

The Bargain

Behind Closed Doors

The Blanket

Secret Admirer

A Small Price To Pay

Love Is A Dagger

Love Is Whatever You Want It To Be

Ice Cream

Polaroid

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first

second

third

fourth

Mistletoe

fifth

sixth

Raspberry Jam

seventh

Milk Does NOT Belong In Tea

eighth

ninth

tenth

Smudged

eleventh

Idyllic

twelfth

Adore

Cleaning Day

Get A Room

Hair Tie

Pillow Talk

Khichuri, Ilish Bhaja and Beguni

Doors Suck. Especially At Night.

Whispered Dreams

Cockblocking 101

Sleepy

Epistles

Interlude

Homesick

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taste the snow (on my lips) (spin-off advent calendar series)

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Little Things Headcanons:-

Possessive

[dangertoozmanykids101]

Mistaken: An Arranged Marriage Bratva Romance, by Arianna Fraser (aka @caffiend-queen )

Look what arrived last night!!! Written by our very own brilliant @caffiend-queen !!

I love the cover my dear. But of course we all know that our main anti-hero / dastardly villain / antagonistic Adonis REALLY looks like, don't we y'all.

The REAL Maksim Morozov

I continue to ramble and swoon over this book and its characters after the break below. I've chosen gifs to fit my mental picture and a theme song I've assigned to @caffiend-queen 's book.

Walking with his bodyguard.

Always on the phone.

Weight of society's underbelly rests on his shoulders. Wide wide broad muscular shoulders that block out the sun when he towers over his beautiful Ella Givens, our brilliant protagonist and heroine in this story.

And the Real Yuri Morozov - Maksim's second hand man and cheeky loyal brother.

Don't forget, he's Maksim's right hand man. So dangerous!! *Gulp.

He's the personable friendly brother. He's the lucky one who doesn't have to strike fear in everyone ALL THE TIME. He's allowed to smile and laugh sometimes. OMG I WANT TO FUCK THE BROTHER! I'm Team Yuri all the way!! Am I allowed to call out a Team Yuri?

Damn. It would have been so much easier to pick out the right image if the characters were simple and two dimensional. RIGHT?

But like all of @caffiend-queen 's characters - these two men - two terrifying, beautiful, brave, ruthless, loyal, sexy, kinky, fucked up, violent, infuriating men have a lifetime of experiences that add up to who they are today. There are so many moods, so many hats, so many roles they play with every different character, who they are to them, how they act with them. How much they reveal and when. When do they let their guard down versus when they don't. In the end, the men are just living roles they were dealt within the world they were born into. Trying to survive, thrive even, and take care of their family.

OMG.... The ACTION SCENES!! This is so intense I've been on the edge of my seat!

Y'all gotta read this!!!

Check in with @caffiend-queen for info. It hit the 'bookshelves' just this month. Both e-book and the hard copy. I love it!

One morning I heard the PERFECT theme song for the chapters I'd been reading the night before. The entire drive to school and back I had to play it multiple times. (And it's now my son's favorite song, so he has been requesting it specifically each car ride for a couple weeks. It goes to say that the whole family can sing it word for word by this point.)

I'm so excited to have all y'all listen to it and tell me if you can see the intense action scenes from the book play out in your mind like they do in mine when this song plays. Please let me know what you think??

Give And Take, by Poor Man's Poison.

Someday I'm gonna show up on your doorstep, @caffiend-queen , with a huge box of all your books I've collected over the years for you to sign for me. :-) I can't wait!

Spread the word and boost this signal. REBLOG PLEASE. Support and promote our sister. All her profits go to the local Crisis Nursery in her city. Such a wonderful way to support them and help families in crisis. Again check in with @caffiend-queen for the exact details.

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[cozy-the-overlord]

Taking Notes

Summary: You need a whiteboard. Loki offers to be of assistance.

Word Count: 1,926

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: This spawned when I was obsessively outlining my creative writing honors thesis and complaining that I needed a whiteboard, and @naterson jokingly suggested I write on Loki. This is very silly and ridiculous and not particularly good, but I finished it so I figured I might as well post it. I pictured this reader being the same as that in Burning The Midnight Oil, but this isn't a sequel or anything-- you don't need to read that to understand this.

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Shirtlessness? Loki is shirtless for most of this, but it’s all very silly and innocent-- nothing sexual

Tags: @lucywrites02 @gaitwae @whatafuckingdumbass @the-emo-asgardian @imnotrevealingmyname @electroma89 @lokislittlesigyn @moumouton4 @theredrenard @justdontmindmetm @lostgreekgod​ @naterson​

If you want to be tagged, feel free to send an ask/message :)

Read it on Ao3!

“Okay,” you say, and bite your lip. The marker is thinner than you expected it to be, but that doesn’t stop you from anxiously clicking the cap on and off and on and off again, the snapping noise blending into the backdrop of your notes-strewn dorm as you study your … canvas. “Are you ready?”

You can’t see Loki’s face from where he’s standing, face towards the wall and bare back to you, but you can tell he’s smirking. “As I’ll ever be, darling.” He stretches his arms out behind him, flexing the lean muscles of his shoulders, and chuckles at your soft inhale.

Cheeks aflame, you uncap the marker a final time and prepare to write.

Luckily your roommate is gone tonight, because you don’t think you would be able to explain this to her. You’re not even sure you can explain it to yourself. It had started when Loki arrived earlier this evening— it’s become an implicit understanding that he stay the night whenever your roommate is out, something you’re exceedingly grateful for (it spares you from the shame of having to admit you hate spending nights alone)—to find the unhinged chaos of a notorious procrastinator flying around the room, trying to do a month’s worth of work in two days.

“I need a whiteboard!” you had shouted at him, rummaging through your notes like a raccoon in a dumpster. The outline for your honors thesis was due at the end of the week, and there was too much to write, too much to keep track of, too much to see all at once. You had been violently suppressing the urge to go “fuck it” and just start writing on the wall above your bed.

Loki, for his part, had seem torn between confusion and amusement. “I beg your pardon?”

“A whiteboard!” You couldn’t find the scrap of paper with the character names you decided upon. “I need to write it all out so I can see it!”

Sometimes, you wonder what it would be like to have a normal boyfriend. How would a regular person have responded to such a dilemma? Suggest taping your notes to the wall, perhaps? Offer to help you organize everything? Certainly not smirk like a little gremlin with mischief in his eyes and purr, “Well, you could write it on me.”

Then again, you were the one who, after realizing that this was an offer put forth in the upmost sincerity, cocked your head to the side and said “okay.”

It had been goofy, the two of you rushing off to make a post-midnight Walgreens run for body markers (Loki had been fully prepared to let you scribble all over his back in Sharpie, but you had to draw the line somewhere), goofy in a fun, silly sort of way. It was cathartic—after so many hours stuffed away in your stuffy little dorm, the night air was fresh on your skin, and it felt good to giggle. But now, holding the marker just above his shoulder blades, you suddenly feel overwhelmed in a wave of self-consciousness.

“Don’t keep me waiting, darling,” Loki teases, but when you don’t answer he turns behind him to look at you. “Is something wrong?”

You hesitate. “This is weird.” You glance back up at him, not sure what you’re seeking. “This is weird, right?”

“Very,” he agrees. “But that doesn’t make it any less delightful.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Me taking notes all over your back is delightful?”

“Of course!” Loki smiles. “Any moment spent with you is delightful.”

Oh. Well that’s just incredibly sweet. Your eyes drop to the floor, unable to hold his gaze nor stifle the grin spreading across your face.

He’s laughing at your reaction, but it’s a warm sound, so light and airy it makes you feel weightless. “Do you still wish to continue?”

You mumble a yes, toying with the marker cap as he turns back towards the wall. Goodness, his back. His back is so gorgeous. You feel slightly lascivious, just ogling him like this, but you can’t help yourself. He’s just so smooth. You want to run your fingers down his spine, trace the lines of his body beneath your hands. You’ll never get over how soft his skin is. You love lying in bed with him, head on his chest, drawing circles on his stomach with your finger as he sleepily plays with your hair.

But enough of that thought.

Loki twitches when you write the first letter, and you pull back in an instinctual panic.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh, perfectly,” he laughs in an exhale. “It’s a rather odd sensation, is all. Warmer than I imagined.”

That made sense, you suppose. You’ve been clutching the thing in your hand for goodness knows how long, after all, and Loki tends to be ultra-sensitive to any kind of heat. Still, you hesitate a moment before continuing.

It’s an interesting experience, writing on someone’s skin. Certainly nothing like the whiteboard you coveted earlier. You’re certain that the awkward heat in your cheeks will be there to stay for the whole of this process, but as you delve deeper into your notes, the frenzied writer who blocks out everything else around them begins to return. As stressed as you’ve been recently, you’re excited for this project. The decision to apply for a creative writing honors thesis had been a horrifically last minute thing, one that involved a sleepless night or two of panicked planning and crying to Loki over the phone because he was out of town and couldn’t be there in person to talk you through things, but now that that stage was through, there was almost something soothing about it, planning the characters and situations and drawing out this world that previously existed only in your mind. It was almost entrancing enough to distract you from the fact that your whiteboard is breathing.

Loki chuckles as you kneel on the floor behind him—you’re only trying to reach his lower back without straining your own, but the position also puts you in a direct line of sight to his, ah, posterior, and of course he knows it.

“You’re a thorough little thing, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks flood with heat. “Stop it!”

“I’m only making an observation.”

“Well—”  you can’t think of a comeback. “… stop.”

Loki cackles.

But you find your revenge soon enough, when your fingers brush across the side of his ribcage—completely by accident, you weren’t even paying attention at first—and you can’t help but notice the way his muscles tense.

Well, isn’t that interesting.

You smirk and do it again.

A hand grabs your wrist, so suddenly you let out a squeak. Gosh, his hands are big. You look up to see Loki glowering down at you. “Stop that.”

You, however, are glowing with the power of new discovery. “You’re ticklish!”

“I am no such thing.”

“Oh?” You drop the marker to tickle his ribcage with your free hand, and he swats it away with his. He’s trying to keep a straight face, but you can see the smile straining to escape behind his eyes as he scolds you.

“Naughty thing.”

“Hey, this was your idea—”

“I was offering assistance. You are exploiting my goodwill.”

“Yeah?” You’re struggling to hold back your laughter. “So you just offered to strip for the greater good?”

He raises his eyebrows, holding both of your wrists now as he pulls you to your feet. “Are you telling me you didn’t appreciate my charity?” he asks, voice dripping with faux indignation. “After everything I’ve done for you? Oh, you wound me, darling.”

You’re definitely giggling now, wishing you could hide your face against his shirt as you squirm against his grip, but of course, he’s not wearing one, and somehow the thought of pressing against his bare chest doesn’t do anything to soothe the flustered hive buzzing within yours. You opt instead to nuzzle against his neck, laughing as he squirms from the sudden movement.

“You are so ticklish.”

“And you’re incorrigible,” he mutters, nosing against your hair. “Preying upon my weaknesses with such giddiness. Have you no shame?”

You’re going to respond, but your words are swallowed whole by a monster yawn that you can’t quite stifle in time. Loki frowns.

“It’s late,” he says. “I ought to have insisted you go to bed ages ago.”

“It’s not that bad,” you say, although the dull ache behind your eyes says differently. “I’m usually up way later than this.”

“That isn’t the convincing argument that you think it is, sweet.”

No, you supposed it wasn’t. You know he’s right—you’re definitely going to hate yourself when you have to get up for class tomorrow morning. But you don’t want to go to bed. Bed would signal the end of the night, the end of your free time, the end of this ridiculous, lovely moment with Loki, and you don’t want it to end just yet. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck, feather light touches on the top of his back as you begin to sway.

Loki raises an eyebrow. “And what are we doing now, love?” Even so, he follows your lead, rocking gently back and forth in place, letting you melt further into his embrace.

“I don’t know,” you hum. “Dancing.”

He laughs. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” Your hand slips a little too far down his back and you cringe at the feeling of wet paint. “You need a bath.”

“That’s your own doing, I’m afraid.”

“You can’t go to bed like that,” you huff. “I just washed my sheets.”

“True,” he says, his breath warm on your cheek. “But you can.”

“I don’t want to though.”

“I know,” he says. “But it’s late darling. You need your sleep.”

“I have so much to do tomorrow.” The stupid outline is just one of your headaches. You really should have finished it tonight. Stupid, letting yourself get distracted like that. You ought to know better …

“Hey, none of that.” You don’t know how Loki can always tell when you’re slipping, but he does, and holds you closer, tipping your chin up so you can’t avoid the fixedness in his sparkling eyes. “You’re a deeply talented, capable individual, more so than anyone I’ve ever met. You have nothing to fear.”

You laugh, even as your cheeks heat up at the ardor in his voice. “Now that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one.”

“It most certainly is not.” Loki is firm. “I don’t lie to you, darling.” He gives you a gentle smile. “Which is why I must insist that you go to bed. I’ll join you after I bathe.”

You relent with a sigh. “Okay.”

…

You’re nearly asleep by the time he comes back, just awake enough to recognize the scent of your cucumber body wash as he joins you beneath the blankets of your cramped little bunk. He murmurs an apology but you hardly register it, tangling yourself in his embrace at first opportunity. Loki lets out a breathy chuckle at your clinginess—any other instance you might have been embarrassed at yourself, but it’s dark and you’re tired and so you nuzzle against his neck, unashamed in your cuddling. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and you melt.

“I enjoyed being your whiteboard tonight,” he whispers against your hair.

You giggle despite yourself. “Yeah … I did too.”

Even in the dark, you can tell that he’s grinning. “I thought you might.”

[shiningloki]

Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me - Chapter 16

Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me - Chapter 16/?

(LOKI X READER)

When the Goddess of Sex dies, Odin is desperately searching for someone to fit her role. The lust and passion are disappearing from the realms and he needs a suitable replacement. Apparently, Loki is extremely interested.

After becoming the God of Sex, Loki hears you praying to him about how you want to lose your virginity. He's curious about you and decides he'd like to your answer your prayers in a bit more personal manner.

Loki comes to you, ravishes you, and when neither of you can resist the temptations of one another, you quickly enter into an intimate deal full of pleasure, lust, and your complete submission.

Start from Chapter 1

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Chapter 16: A Wake Up Call Between Your Legs

Word Count: 9598

Summary: For the first time since Loki met you, he decides to stay the night in your bed. Holding you has roused some interesting thoughts on Loki’s end, so it’s time to take a look into his mind and what goes on throughout the night. And in the morning, it only feels appropriate for Loki to devour you thoroughly.

NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT LOKI, MORNING SEX, SPANKING, TW: CREEPY MEN (seems appropriate to tag this)

Loki slept peacefully.

It was a marvelous thing, he realized, how blissful a long, peaceful sleep actually felt. He had not slept that way in years - decades, centuries, he lost count. He really had not slept normally since that terrible night when he was fourteen, but with you, that changed. The warmth of your body lulled him into a deep, restful sleep. 

Loki did not even intend to fall asleep. Honestly, he was planning on just holding you throughout the night. When you fell asleep on his chest and your snores filled the room, Loki had chuckled and kissed the top of your head. Those snores, as stupid and as horrid as they were, were yours. They were a sign of your life and rest and simple existence. Your snores bounced off the walls and rang in his ears, and he loved it. He loved hearing you and feeling your breath reflect off his naked skin. It made him hold you a bit tighter, impossibly closer to his body.

And those very snores helped drag him to the depths of unconsciousness. It was a mix of your snores, your body heat, and your arms around him that came to form a cocktail designed to send him to sleep. Loki tried to fight it - because sleep brought nightmares, nightmares brought disturbance, and disturbance brought him away from this beautiful, perfect moment - but you brought him far too much comfort. 

On nights where Loki actually managed to sleep - whether that was with the use of alcohol or not - he usually found himself waking up nearly every hour. And each hour when he woke, it was from a dark, dreadful nightmare. They varied, and there was never really a pattern to how they occurred, but at least once a night, he imagined his assassin kneeling over his body with a knife in their hand. Sometimes Loki managed to disarm the assassin, sometimes Loki was killed, sometimes the assassin wasn’t even the man who had tried to kill Loki when he was younger. Many times, it was Odin. 

Remembering that night thanks to his subconscious was one of the reasons Loki didn’t like to sleep. But still, there were other night frights that chilled his bones and brought tears to his eyes. His nightmares, though they were annoying, had admittedly good range. Loki dreamt about everything from his demise, to Thor abandoning him, his temple being destroyed, Frigga getting hurt, David Bowie not writing a song about him - the vanity in Loki hated that one - to poison, flames, plague, death. 

But over these past two weeks, Loki was now having a new nightmare - one where he lost you.

( CONTINUE READING HERE )

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[atc74]

OC Appreciation Day 2020

We all know that the reader insert rules in fanfiction, but sometimes, someone creates an original character that is so well thought out and written, that there is no denying their pull. When you read a novel, it is composed of all original characters, so let’s put aside any preconceived notions we might have that brilliant fanfiction can only be, should only be, reader insert.  

The characters we create in our fantasies are strong and flawed. They’re overweight and don’t fit society’s mold. They’re shy, or bold. They are outspoken, or think they’re broken. We laugh, we cry, we scream. We have beautifully bright hair and crazy tattoos. We smoke, we drink, we swear. We don’t all having long, soft flowing locks. We are men and women and we come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and flaws. 

No, you didn’t miss the fact that I changed from ‘they’ to ‘we’. Sometimes our OC’s are US. And there is no shame in that. 

So where does all of this lead, you ask? Well, we’ve seen angst, smut, and fluff appreciation days. What we want now, is to read YOUR OC’s! 

Together with @iwantthedean ( @arrowsandmixtapes), @alleiradayne, and @d-s-winchester ( @captain-s-rogers) I present to you the second ever, 

OC APPRECIATION DAY, Saturday, August 1, 2020. 

Do you have an OC you want to share? Have you been thinking about writing an OC, but are nervous or scared of how he/she will be received? Does your story already have an OC? Here is your chance to introduce them to the fandom!

This is currently open to all Supernatural and Marvel blogs. To participate, you can do one of two things: 

Reblog your own OC’s and tag #OC Apprecation Day 2020 and #OC’s Are People Too, and be sure to tag us so we can enjoy them too!

Submit your fic to one of us to reblog for you 

If you write Supernatural, you can submit your fics to: Jeanna @alleiradayne or Angelina @atc74

If you write Marvel, you can submit your fics to Nicole @arrowsandmixtapes or Ashley @captain-s-rogers

Get ready for some great material! We are so looking forward to this!!!

As always, please be sure to tag your fics appropriately for warnings and triggers, as well as NSFW content. 

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Some of you I cannot tag so I hope you see this!

[imnotrevealingmyname]

Doors Suck. Especially At Night.

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Don't you just love it when you're about to go to bed and your brain starts nagging at you.

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"Honey?"you murmured into the hollow of Loki's throat, as he tucked his side of the blanket around himself, lifting his head slightly so his neck was covered too.

"Mm?"

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. "Did you lock the door?"

The silence was deafening, almost tangible in the darkness. You had a feeling you could cut his annoyance with a knife at that moment.

Then, with a deep, resigned sigh, he unfurled himself from under the blanket, letting it fall to the bed in a heap as he swung his legs off. You heard his feet shuffling around a bit, probably trying to put on his fluffy slippers- the ones that he hid every time anyone came over, and that he had made you swear to never speak of to anyone.

You stifled a laugh as he stalked out of the bedroom.

"Fuck you."

"Love you too!"

[dangertoozmanykids101]

Help! I'm stuck on a plot detail.

This was going to be thanksgiving. It still might, or maybe it'll be Xmas. But a couple paragraphs turned into more. Plus I can't come up with the initial detail that ignites all the drama in the first place.

*GROOOOAN* Can y'all help a girl out?

Okay, here's the premise:

Steve says something at Loki's expenses that makes everyone laugh, except Loki. The joke and laughter continues. Loki's irritation just makes it funnier and funnier until Loki is furious, snaps at Rogers and storms outside to walk it off.

What was the joke?

Continued plot:

As Loki walksbs.d grumbles and stews and ruminates about it. Once he hears the laughter continue and assumes that Steve has followed him out onto the walking trail in order to continue mocking him. Loki begins yelling for Steve to knock it off, stating that Steve is going too far. Asking why Steve would harass him like this. It seems out of character for Steve, but the more Steve laughs, the angrier Loki becomes.

In the end, *spoiler*

In the end, Steve feels awful that he offended and upset Loki. He didn't mean anything bad by it and attempts to explain. Loki finally forgives Steve and they all respect each other again.

UGH!! What could Steve have laughed about that would offend Loki so much? It can't be super offensive and mean, because this Steve is a likeable kind one. He, Bucky, and Sam might rough and tumble a bit, joke around - boys will be puppies boys type of thing. They may get carried away sometimes, but... Maybe Thor wants to get into the action and awkwardly makes things too much. Too rough, too cutting of jokes. But Steve laughed or added more and that's when things crossed the line.

It's while Loki is walking it off that things get crazy.

But what was Steve laughing at?

Help!!! My mind just goes blank!

I know everyone is busy, especially now. But I'm still tagging several of you, because who knows, maybe you'll see this and *Bam* the answer will just pop right into your head without even trying???

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[cozy-the-overlord]

Severed

Sequel to Attached

Summary: When the Council sends Sydaya to retrieve the tesseract, she's forced to confront an old friend she thought she'd never see again.

Word Count: 5,130

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: I've been wanting to write a sequel to Attached for a long time now-- almost since I first posted it-- but I had been holding off because I didn't think anyone would be interested in such a sequel. Attached isn't exactly one of my more popular fics, and I felt like my time would be better spent finishing projects I knew people wanted to read. But nearly a year later, I decided to just go for it, and I'm really glad I did because this was some of the most fun I've had writing a story for a long time. I guess I'll consider it an early birthday present to myself lmao. 

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: None, I think? It’s basically the first Avengers movie, but with a Jedi running around on the helicarrier lol.

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The starfighter set down against the helicarrier with a jolt, just barely within the white lines the control tower had directed her between. Sydaya winced. She had never been particularly good at landings. Given the circumstances, she supposed it could have been much worse, but still, she found herself pressing the lantern charm on her necklace against between her fingers.

Just breathe. It’s all going to be okay. Just breathe.

A team of SHEILD marshallers was already rushing forward to strap her ship down as she climbed out of the cockpit. Even with everything going on, Sydaya fought the urge to laugh. Shortly after her assignment, her old master had given her a quick briefing on Terran culture and technology, with strict instructions to not allow her judgement to show.

“The Terrans may be a bit … behind the times,” he said hesitantly. “But they are a very proud people. Be careful not to offend them. This situation is delicate enough already.”

And so Sydaya bit her lip, even though the idea of a carrier with an outdoor hanger but without gravity locks seemed like something out of a history data-tape.

A man was awaiting her at the entrance, wearing the same navy-blue jumpsuit and neutral expression as every other SHIELD agent she’d come across—although, he did do a visible double take as she approached.

“Sydaya Clepar?” he asked, frowning at his tablet.

Sydaya forced a smile. “Yes, sir.” She managed to hold her expression even as he turned back to her, peering at her as if she were a chicken claiming to be a swan.

“You’re the one the Jedi Council sent?” he asked again.

The muscles in her face were beginning to hurt. “Yes, sir,” she said. “Can you take me to Director Fury, please?”

After another suspicion-laced glare, the agent finally seemed to concede. “This way.”

Sydaya heaved a quiet sigh of relief.

It wasn’t really his fault, she told herself as she followed him through the hallways of the helicarrier. When people were told to expect a Jedi, their minds went to wizened old men with scraggly beards and wrinkled cheeks hidden under the hoods of their robes. Who could blame them for being confused when they got a skinny little snip of a girl instead? Sydaya knew she was young, and it didn’t help that she had always been short for her age. Any normal person would wonder at her qualifications. Honestly, Sydaya herself had been wondering at her qualifications for this mission, although her age had little to do with it.

The bridge was bustling with movement—people hurrying from one place to the next, shouting coordinates and orders and all sorts of things as their thoughts raced through their tasks. It was chaos, but it was a familiar chaos—almost reminiscent of life on a Jedi cruiser. Sydaya felt herself relax a bit.

See? Just get through this quickly, and everything will be back to normal.

“Commander Clepar?”

Sydaya turned to find herself facing a shorter, middle-aged man with a receding hairline, the only person around to be wearing a suit instead of jumpsuit. He gave her an enthusiastic smile.

“Are you Director Fury?” she asked, even though she was fairly certain she knew the answer. Based on what she had heard of the director of SHIELD, he didn’t strike her as a smiley type.

“No.” He extended his hand, and after an awkward moment Sydaya realized he expected her to take it. When she did, he gave it a firm shake. “I’m Coulson. Agent Phil Coulson. Fury asked me to get you up to date.” He grinned. “I’ve never met a Jedi knight before.”

Sydaya swallowed. Right. She was a knight now. She still couldn’t get used to that. Everything had happened so fast—her trials had been completed in a whirlwind two months, her ceremony shoehorned in right before she was dispatched to Ryloth to aid Republic troops against the Separatist blockade. She still found herself reaching for the clump of hair where her padawan braid had once hung.

But that was irrelevant now. Sydaya cleared her throat.

“Can you explain the situation to me?” she asked, summoning her most professional, Jedi-knight voice. “I’m afraid I wasn’t told very much.”

“Well, we haven’t located the tesseract yet, but it should be easy enough to track down,” he assured her. “It emits a very recognizable gamma signature—we’ve got our best man working on it right now. Bruce Banner, have you heard of him?”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Well, he knows what he’s doing. He’ll find it soon enough. But we do have the Asgardian in custody.”

“Yes.” Her mouth suddenly felt quite dry. “Yes, I was informed of that.”

She had thought she must have been dreaming when Master Windu had pulled up the hologram of Loki Odinson marching through the streets of Terra, wearing the same golden helmet he had once mockingly plopped on her head after they snuck away to the gardens from a particularly tedious meeting.

You should try wearing it into battle sometime. It suits you.

Sydaya had swatted at him and called him a name—something playful and stupid, something she couldn’t quite remember anymore. She had been trying to forget the events leading up to last year—she didn’t want to forget, but it hurt to remember, and it was useless to cause herself pain over something that she couldn’t change. There is no emotion, there is peace. It was a lie, but it was such a pretty lie, and it was easier to repeat over and over again in her head than to admit that all she really wanted was one last chance to see the only person she had ever wanted to hold.

Perhaps she should have been careful what she wished for.

Her mission was not about Loki. Really, it had very little to do with him. The Council was concerned with what he possessed—infinity stones were nothing to be trifled with. They hadn’t been happy with the Terran organization SHEILD housing the tesseract to begin with, and the events of the past few days had only proved their concerns. Sydaya was to work with SHEILD to recover the gem and to return it to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant at all costs. Only then would both it and the galaxy be secure.

Sydaya barely heard these orders. She could only watch the looping hologram, watch the emaciated ghost of the boy she had thought was lost forever.

She told them that she couldn’t accept this assignment. As the Council was surely aware of, she was too personally involved—she wasn’t sure she could trust herself to remain emotionally detached from the situation. In all honesty, she had been shocked that they had attempted to give it to her in the first place.

That’s when Master Windu told her that she didn’t have a choice.

“In order to send a Jedi into the Nine Realms, we require the Asgardian royal family’s consent,” he said. “You are the only Jedi to whom they would allow passage.”

Sydaya was stunned. “Me?” she whispered. “Why?”

“They didn’t say.” Even through the hologram, she could feel the way Master Windu was studying her face. “But I trust you will treat this mission with the solemnity and maturity that we would expect from a knight.”

The message was clear. Get ahold of yourself.

Sydaya swallowed. Without realizing it, she clutched at the lantern charm around her neck. The roughness of the broken glass scratched against her fingers like sandpaper.

Just so you don’t forget me, what with all the attractive princes you run into.

“I will, Masters,” she said. “You have my word.”

On the helicarrier, she tucked the necklace underneath her robes. She probably shouldn’t have been wearing it at all—somehow, she felt that wearing a gift from the criminal she would soon be interrogating wasn’t treating the mission with the “solemnity and maturity” Master Windu expected—but she couldn’t bring herself to take it off.

Agent Coulson was still talking. “There was a bit of a fuss, but for the most part, he surrendered willingly,” he continued. “The cell where we’re holding him is incredibly secure—you know, it was originally designed for—”

“Sydaya!”

The booming voice surprised her, even though it shouldn’t have been entirely unexpected. Sydaya turned to see the familiar titan of a man making his way towards her across the bridge. She bowed. “Prince Thor.”

The Asgardian took her hand in his and pressed a light kiss to her knuckles. “It is good to see you, my lady. Congratulations on your knighthood.”

Sydaya frowned. “How did you know about that?” She hadn’t been in contact with Thor or any of his family since Loki’s funeral over a year ago.

“My mother told me.” It was a subtle confirmation that Queen Frigga had been keeping tabs on her Jedi career, just as her master had predicted. Sydaya tried to swallow the awful feeling rising in her stomach. Thor continued. “How have you been fairing?”

She inhaled. “About the same. And you?”

He sighed. It was strange— while she had been staying on Asgard, Thor’s defining characteristic had always been his childishness. He saw everything as a conquest refusing to look at a situation from any perspective other than his own and throwing a fit when the rest of the world wouldn’t bend to his desires. And yet here he was, only a year later, looking decades older and oceans more somber.

“It is difficult,” he finally said. “I wish to be overjoyed that he is alive, and of course I am, but …” He shook his head. “He’s not the brother I remember.”

Sydaya’s breath caught in her throat. This was beginning to sound like what her old master had told her before she left, the warning he had left her with …

Her eyes burned, and she blinked, quick to push the memory far away from her thoughts. She couldn’t revisit that conversation. Not now.

“Has he said anything about the tesseract?” she asked. “Or why he’s interested in it?” It was a question that she had yet to hear anyone ask, but that had been nonetheless floating through her head ever since she had walked out of her briefing. Why? The Loki she knew cared little for rulership and had no interest in domination. What happened to him in the last year? Why had he suddenly become so power hungry?

But Thor only shook his head. “Nothing at all. He has said nothing but that which to taunt us. I fear he is completely beyond reason.”

Sydaya gulped. This was the part she had been dreading. “Perhaps I should talk to him then. Maybe he’d be more willing to talk with—” With a friend? But that’s not what you are anymore, are you? She bit her tongue, her mouth flooding with the metallic taste of blood. “With someone more removed from the situation.”

“I can arrange that,” Agent Coulson offered. “Just give me a sec.” As he went off to speak with another agent at a computer, Thor turned back to her with a concerned frown.

“He’s not the same, my lady” he cautioned. “I doubt speaking with him will help anything.”

Sydaya shrugged, hoping the prince couldn’t see how tense her shoulders had become. “I’ve faced worse,” she said with false levity. “Besides, I have orders. I’ll be alright.”

Down the hall, Coulson waved her over. “This way.”

…

The cell in which they were holding Loki was … different. It was, at its base, a large, glass cylinder suspended over an air chute by four mechanical fixtures—a safety net, as Coulson referred to it.

“If he touches the glass with any kind of force, the whole thing drops,” he explained eagerly. “So you don’t have to worry about him trying anything.”

Sydaya swallowed. “I wasn’t.”

Her heart was thudding as she made her way down the hallway, so loud she was certain everyone on the whole damn ship could hear it.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

She wondered if there would ever be a day where the code rang true in her mind.

The figure in the cell was lounging on the bench, head back, eyes closed, black hair slicked into spiky curls cascading over his shoulders. He laughed as she approached. The sound was hard and cold, and yet so familiar it hurt.

“Come back for more already? Or do you—” Loki’s voice cut out abruptly when he turned to face her. For a moment, Sydaya forgot how to breath.

Because it was Loki. Living, breathing, solid Loki. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but with all the warnings, all the somberly whispered words describing some unrecognizable madman, it seemed impossible that it would be Loki, her Loki, awaiting her in that cage.

That’s not to say he looked well. He had aged since she saw him last—there was a hollowness to his cheeks, a tension to his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. When he stood, his movement was stilted, rigid, lacking every bit of the easy fluidity she had always associated with him. The fire that once blazed behind his eyes seemed to have been dulled to weary coals.

And there was something else too, something that only became apparent once the jolt of seeing him again had faded. The two of them were alone in this airshaft prison and yet, through the Force, Sydaya could feel a third being—something cold and rotting, wafting in and out the cell and clinging to Loki’s form like a leech. The hairs on her arms stood straight up. Sydaya had never before been in the presence of the dark side of the Force, but she knew enough to recognize it in an instant. She recoiled without thinking.

On the other side of the glass, Loki seemed shocked into silence. He stared at her as if she were an apparition returned from the dead, approaching like some half-starved predator as his eyes remained locked on hers.

“No,” he finally whispered. It felt almost like a growl. “No, this is a trick. The Council wouldn’t send you. You’re too involved.”

Sydaya tried to swallow the cyclone of emotion bubbling at her throat, but her mouth felt too dry.

“They didn’t want to,” she managed at last, voice flat. “Your parents wouldn’t allow anyone else.”

“My parents.” Loki turned away, looking out through the wall at something that seemed to appear only in his mind’s eye. He exhaled a humorless laugh. “So is this their attempt at pacification?” he asked. “Are they scrounging up all of my old acquaintances in hopes that one might be able to reason with the madman?”

“Loki—”

“In all honesty, I’m surprised you even accepted the invitation, Padawan,” he said, his tone taking on a much more purposeful edge as he began pacing the length of his cell. “Seeing as our last conversation seemed too much for you to handle.”

His words hit her like a slap to the face. Her own echoed through her mind.

I can’t do this.

It must have showed in her expression because his leering grin only widened.

“How shall it be, Padawan?” he asked, crowding against the glass. “How long before you run from me again? I do hope your code allows you to stay for the grand finale this time—you missed the whole show before, and I must say it was quite the thrilling experience—”

“Loki stop.” To her surprise, he did. It was taking everything in her to hold herself steady. Sydaya pressed her fingernails into the palms of her hands. He wasn’t being fair and he knew he wasn’t being fair, which cut even deeper. That last time they spoke, in the gardens of Asgard … didn’t he realize how many nights she had lain awake, replaying that conversation back in her mind over and over again until she could hardly see straight? Didn’t he know how the words she didn’t say that day now haunted her every waking moment? Or did he only want to torture her more?

That awful, malevolent presence seemed to be pulsing around them, flexing with every dagger he spat at her, beaming every time they landed. She inhaled. This isn’t himself. You know he’s not himself. Pull yourself together.

“I’m here for the tesseract,” she said, tone so devoid of emotion that even Master Windu would have been impressed.

Loki laughed again, even more dryly than before. “Of course you are.” He returned to his pacing. “Well, as I’m sure your Midgardian stooges would be overjoyed to tell you, I don’t have it. I’m afraid you’ll have to look elsewhere.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Loki raised his eyebrows as if scandalized. “Are you saying you wish to search me, Padawan?” Smirking, he stretched his arms out, as if expecting an embrace. “By all means, go ahead, although I imagine it would be a difficult situation to explain to your masters—”

“Who’s making you do this?” she interjected. Her words had an immediate effect. Loki’s smile dropped. All at once, the room went cold. It was only for a moment, but the façade he had been holding around himself ever since she had walked in cracked, and for a split second she could feel it, overwhelming all her senses— his sheer, unmitigated fear.

He was terrified.

It broke her heart.

Sydaya pressed her hand to the glass, even as he turned away from her.

“I know you, Loki,” she whispered to his back. “You never wanted to be king—you told me so yourself, remember? I know this interest in the tesseract isn’t yours.” She waited, but he said nothing. The Force twisted around them again, but this time she almost heard something too, dark, growling words not meant for her ears.

“Who’s here?” she asked sharply. “Who’s listening right now? Who’s making you do this, Loki?”

“Stop!” He whipped around, chest heaving, eyes wild. “You don’t know anything,” he snapped. “Not about me. Not even in the slightest.”

Sydaya leaned against the glass, wishing she could hold him, soothe him. “Then tell me.”

He sank back against the bench. For a moment, it seemed nothing else existed—just Loki staring at the floor, and Sydaya staring at him. He laughed softly, shaking his head even as he pressed his hands to his temple.

When he looked up, there were tears pooling in his eyes. “You really shouldn’t have come, ‘Daya.”

She didn’t have the chance to respond before the explosion rocked the entire helicarrier.

…

When her old master had popped into her quarters before she left for Terra, Sydaya had known he had something more important on his mind than explaining how Terrans used metal bullets in their firearms and greeted each other by shaking hands. She had listened and nodded to everything he had to say as she sat hunched in her desk chair, chewing through the inside of her cheek as she waited for him to reach his point. She didn’t need the Force to tell her that it wasn’t good.

It had taken him a while to work up to it. But finally, he inhaled, fixing her with a serious glare from where he sat on her bed.

“‘Daya,” he said. “I want to make sure that you understand what’s at stake here. The tesseract—all the infinity stones— they contain a power that no one in this galaxy can ever truly harness. Alone, they’re volatile and dangerous. In the wrong hands, they have the capacity for mass destruction.”

Sydaya had frowned. She knew this, of course—every youngling knew about the infinity stones. “Why are you telling me this?”

He hesitated. “I know Loki was your friend. But you have to realize that that’s gone. He has the tesseract, and it’s clear he’s got his mind set on devastation. You must not allow that to happen.”

“I understand—”

“Do you?” her master asked. “Because you’re being sent in alone—no backup, no reinforcements, no one but yourself to rely on. And there may be a point where you’ll have to make a difficult decision.” He paused. “Sydaya, you must secure the tesseract. At any cost.”

It took a moment for the full meaning of his words to sink in. When they did, Sydaya felt as if she was going to be sick.

“It won’t come to that,” she whispered. It couldn’t. “I’m sure of it.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyeing her with something in between apprehension and pity. “You know why Asgard demanded only you on this mission, don’t you?” he finally asked. “Frigga realizes this as well as I do. She knows that any Jedi sent to Terra poses a risk to her son. She chose the one knight she believes won’t be able to do what’s necessary to defuse the situation.” He stood to leave, holding her in the severity of his gaze. “Millions of lives are at stake, ‘Daya. Don’t let your emotions get the better of you.”

His words rang through her mind even louder than the blaring alarms as she rushed through the hallways of the helicarrier. They were under attack—that much was abundantly clear. She gripped her the hilt of her lightsaber, ready to ignite it at a moment’s notice, but she seemed to be alone in the corridor. Still, she could sense the attack unfolding elsewhere on the ship, felt the bloodshed even as another explosion rattled the ground beneath her feet. A woman’s garbled voice pierced the air from a speaker on the ceiling.

“Perimeter breach—hostiles in SHIELD gear—”

Sydaya kept running, searching frantically for a ladder or a staircase or some other way to reach the outdoor hanger. For that had to be the key—how else would hostiles have been able to infiltrate a ship flying over 40,000 feet above the planet’s crust? They had to have a smaller ship of their own, one they were able to land on the helicarrier without issue due to the nature of an open hanger and the lack of gravity locks.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She had to get to the hanger. It was the only way they could have entered the ship, and thus the only way they could exit alive. Cut off their escape route, and they would be trapped.

The intercom crackled with more voices, most of them too distorted to make out. She caught only one name before the entire system cut out.

Loki.

She shouldn’t have left him. Releasing him was surely the assailants’ target—knowing Loki, he probably planned the whole damn thing himself. Leaving his side had been a mistake, and she knew it, but instinct had taken over in the moment and she had rushed off to find out what was happening.

It didn’t matter. As long as she got to the hanger in time, it didn’t matter.

Sydaya had just made it to a ladder when the second engine cut out. She was barely able to register the lack of the familiar hum when the whole carrier began tipping forward.

“Shit!”

She managed to scramble up the shaft before she went careening down the hallway, but the ship was losing altitude, and fast.

The hanger. Now.

Grunting, Sydaya pulled herself up the rungs. I’m not dying on this farce of a mission. Not today.

The door at the top of the passage was locked. She only tried pushing at it once before reaching for the lightsaber at her waist.

The door flew from its hinges, metal glowing orange with heat as it clattered down the front of the carrier. She pulled herself through the opening and nearly went flying after it—the wind smacked her like a sucker punch, beating her so hard that it felt as if her head would be ripped from her shoulders. She clung to the hilt until her knuckles turned white, focusing on the soothing beam of energy pulsing through the Force from the crystal within as she fought to find her balance atop the failing fortress.

There is no death, there is the Force.

She pushed on. Loki was near—she could feel him, feel the anxious chaos convulsing through his mind as he hurried forward. He was almost at his ship …

Sydaya found him around the corner of the watchtower. He spun around almost as soon she did, eyes crazed as they met hers. He yelled something she couldn’t hear over the roar of the wind in her ears.

The SHIELD-attired accomplices flanking him fired at her, but she dodged their bullets without issue. She grasped the Force around her and flung towards them in one giant push, hoping to knock them off their feet.

It almost worked. The fake SHIELD agents tumbled backwards, but Loki used his scepter to brace himself, maintaining his balance. It was only then that Sydaya noticed the crimson liquid staining the tip.

Blood. He’d killed someone.

The realization turned her insides to ice.

Loki threw a blast of blue energy at her from the scepter. Sydaya almost didn’t duck in time—she could feel the heat singe the tips of her hair as she rolled under it. He hissed and lunged forward, almost bringing the scepter down on her head, but she blocked with her lightsaber and pushed him back. His Force-infused gold hissed as it collided with her blade, but it didn’t break. Their weapons locked together as they pressed against each other.

“Loki—” she choked. It shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t have to be like this. “Loki, it’s not too late—”

He sneered, ashen skin stretching too thin across his face. “Yes it is.”

He ripped himself from her, whipping around to shoot another blast at her in close range. She caught it with the Force, straining to hold it still in the air before her.

She had done this before, on the battlefield, stopping blaster charges in midair and throwing them back at her unexpecting assailant. It was a trick she had picked up from her master, back when the war had just begun, when she had first been assigned his padawan. At this point, it was practically second nature.

All she needed was to push.

Loki seemed to be frozen. He stared at her wide-eyed, searching her very soul as he waited for what happened next.

Sydaya’s wrist was shaking.

You must secure the tesseract. At any cost.

She hadn’t lied when she told her master she understood. If Loki were to escape here, he’d continue on his errand to deliver up the tesseract to whatever dark force held him in its grasp. He wasn’t her friend anymore. He was a threat to the galaxy at large.

But when she looked at him, she saw only the boy under the ash tree in the gardens of Asgard, laughing as he tried to talk her through creating her first illusion.

Frigga was right.

The blast hit Sydaya right in the gut. Her vision went white, the pain that exploded across her torso so sharply overwhelming that she didn’t even notice when she hit the floor.

Her lungs were on fire.

Loki was standing over her. When he had made his way over to her, she wasn’t sure, but there he was, looking down at her as she choked out bloodstained gasps on the hanger floor. The scepter in his fist glowed brilliant blue.

Sydaya whimpered.

Finish it. It’s over, just finish it.

But he didn’t move in for the kill. He just stood there, stock still, staring down at her with an expression that she couldn’t quite read.

Sydaya didn’t understand until he knelt beside her to reach for the little green lantern that dangled from her neck. His fingers shook as he cupped it in his hand, mesmerized. For a moment, it seemed he was about to rip the chain from her neck. The thought made her eyes swim with tears.

Please don’t take it, Loki. It’s all I have left, please don’t take it.

But he didn’t. He set the charm down against her collarbone painfully slow, as if he was afraid to break it. When he turned back towards her, his lip was trembling, his eyes glossy.

His fingers brushed her cheek, cupping her face with such restraint that it seemed he was afraid to break her too. His hand was cold. It felt nice against the fever burning under her skin.

Sleep.

The voice was Loki’s, but it didn’t come from his lips. It floated through her mind, soft and soothing and impossible to ignore.

Sleep.

Her eyes drifted close, the fire in her veins slowly washing away as the world faded to blackness.

…

Sydaya woke up surrounded by white.

She was in a bed, hidden by a curtain. Voices rang through her ears in a steady hum as footsteps shuffled back and forth around her. The scent of antiseptic stung her nostrils.

A hospital ward.

She sat up with a groan. Her limbs ached, and everything felt far too heavy. Her torso was wrapped in bandages. Sydaya frowned. Certainly not uninjured, but a far cry from the mess of blood and shredded skin that had been plastered across the hanger floor.

How was she alive?

She jumped when the curtain rasped across its pole. A woman dressed in blue scrubs ducked through, smiling when her gaze landed on Sydaya.

“Commander Clepar. Good to see you’re awake.” She glanced at her clipboard. “You got some minor burns and a conk in the head, but nothing too serious. Pretty lucky, all things considered. You should be able to leave in a little bit.”

Nothing too serious.

Without thinking, Sydaya reached for the charm around her neck, rubbing the uneven texture across the pad of her thumb. There was no way what happened on the deck was nothing too serious. Not unless …

Her voice was dry and rough when she spoke. “Where’s Loki?”

The doctor sighed. “We don’t know, sir. I believe they’re trying to track him now.” She continued on about burn treatments and discharging, but Sydaya didn’t hear her. She rolled the lantern between her fingers again.

Loki had healed her. He must have. There was no other explanation.

She tried reaching out through the Force, but it was useless. He had long since left, and she hadn’t the energy right now to go searching for him.

But he was out there.

Somewhere, her Loki was still out there.

And somehow, she was going to bring him back.

[shiningloki]

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Sleepy

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: None?

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Loki bent over her to brush the hair out of her eyes. "Someone's sleepy,"he mumbled, smiling lips shaping the words on her forehead. She frowned, and he held in a snort.

"Not yet,"she grunted, continuing to scroll, eyes fixed on the screen.

Loki rolled his eyes, straightening up and sinking down onto the other end of the sofa. He pretended to watch something on his phone while eyeing her discreetly.

One, two, three, four…

"Mmph!"

The phone slipped from her fingers and fell on her face, making her jump back awake. She made a small noise and straightened her glasses, and Loki was torn between amusement and a desire to wrap her up in a blanket and kiss her nose. Which she probably wouldn't appreciate at this moment, given how stubborn she was about going to bed early.

She looked disgruntled for a moment, fumbling with her phone as he still assumed a mask of casual indifference, biting back smiles. He pretended not to hear her guilty laugh that she quickly turned into a cough, which then transformed slowly into a tiny yawn which she quickly tried to suppress.

Little minx.

Loki kept a keen eye on her, trying not to laugh as she glanced at him quickly to check if he had noticed. He pretended not to have seen anything, but the sparkle in his eyes must have given him away.

"Gah,"she made a half annoyed, half amused noise, and half-heartedly threw a cushion at his leg. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Mm!"she scowled, clearly biting her lower lip to conceal a smile as she shifted on the couch, taking the antimacassar with her as she scooted closer to him and rolled over so she was lying on her belly facing him.

Loki went back to his pretence of ignoring her and of not seeing her scooching closer and closer until her head was practically in his lap.

When she finally collapsed in his lap with a groan and looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, looking slightly sulky, he laughed, bending down to plant the tiniest of kisses on her nose. She crinkled it up, making a soft sound of content and closing her eyes.

"Bed, sweet?"

"Mm."

She was already out like a light when Loki carried her to bed.

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Get A Room

Loki X Fem!Reader one shot

A/N: I'm trying to get back into writing :') writer's block sucks, dude

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive dialogue, Loki is a kinky little shit

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"How do you not get cramped from having to crane your neck to look at me? I already feel the ache in my nape."

"Oh, fuck you,"you snorted, eyes dropping to the bowl of ice cream in your lap. "I can see you grinning, you know."

Loki laughed, walking forward to stand between your legs. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of you before leaning forward on his tiptoes to touch his nose to yours. You ducked as he tried to kiss you, bringing the spoon to his lips instead.

"Tease,"he rumbled, eyes sparkling in that way that you now knew was a clear harbinger of mischief.

"You love it,"you retorted, swiftly bending down to lick the small trace of chocolate off the corner of his mouth.

"I also love it when you kiss me properly."

"Oh?"

He hummed, closing his eyes and shifting his weight a little, so you could just feel his breath brushing the apple of your cheek. "You know what else I love?"

"Me?"

"Licking ice cream off you."

You sucked in a gust of breath when cool lips met your jaw.

"Loki, we're in the main kitchen, anyone can come in,"you shivered. To your disappointment, Loki pulled back, his eyes painted with silent glee.

"What about my kiss, then?" He closed his eyes again and gave you a dramatic pout, and it was all you could do to hold back your laughter. You cupped his face, bit the insides of your cheeks to hide your smile and forced your lips into a pout identical to his, and gave him a loud and airy kiss.

Loki growled, dragging you towards himself as you squeaked and held onto his shoulders for dear life.

Oh well, this is nice, you thought, dazed, as he suckled on your tongue sweetly.

A pointed cough distracted the two of you, and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Steve and Bucky were standing at the entrance, looking very conflicted about entering the room.

"Get a room, maybe?"

"Um- yeah, right-" You hopped off the counter, face burning. The fact that the ice cream had disappeared didn't register in your brain until later.

You dragged a very smug Loki out, intending to kiss him silly once in the privacy of your apartment- not knowing that he already had plans for you.

Plans that involved ice cream.

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twelfth

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Food

A/N: longest date I've written for this series so far. Possibly my favourite.

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Go on a late night road trip.

Ithaca was gorgeous, perfect for a weekend trip, Loki had assured you, lying on his belly, naked, scrolling through a road trip planner website that looked like it hadn't been updated in years. Sure, it was the one of the longest late night road trips you had ever planned, but he seemed extremely enthusiastic about it.

"It's gorgeous, love, look, it has gorges,"he grinned, showing you the phone. Then he laughed at his own pun as you slapped his ass lightly.

"You saw that on there, didn't you?"

"I did not."

You rolled your eyes.

Later that night, the two of you were dragging two backpacks stuffed full of snacks into your car. Then he went back inside the Tower for more, and came back with an armful of boxes of scones and doughnuts that you didn't even remember buying.

"Where did those come from?"you asked, staring as he adjusted translucent, slightly shimmering bands of seiðr over the snacks that now flooded the backseat and the trunk.

"I'm not sure we'll even need that much, but okay."

"Better safe than sorry,"Loki said unapologetically, eyes softening as he reached back to push a large box into place before easing his seat backwards. "I sometimes forget how short you are, darling,"he muttered under his breath, revving up the car.

"Hey!"

He laughed, leaving a trail of dust behind you as the car came to life.

As it turned out barely half an hour into the drive, he had been quite right to bring so many snacks. You reached back to grab a second box of gulab jamuns from one of the bags, grinning at Loki's narrowing eyes and reaching out to pop two in his mouth.

"Famgk yoo,"he managed around a mouthful of the sweets.

"Mm, lub you."

He slowed the car down a little and pecked you on the cheek in response.

After the container was empty, you sat back and sighed a little, lowering the window further to let the wind in. It wasn't cold enough to sting, but cold enough to make you hum in contentment as the light moisture in the air caressed your face in a flurry of gentle brushes, leaving your face and hair with just a faint dampness.

You gazed at Loki fondly, long yellow and orange lights cast over his face by the passing lamps, sometimes veiling it in shadows tinted in blue, the moonlight swirling in the verdant depths of his eyes.

You may have dozed off a little while singing some old Hindi songs for him, while recounting stories of road trips from your childhood when your family would sing those songs in a (usually quite off-tune) chorus to accompany the radio. He sang old Asgardian folk songs to you in return, and it lulled you to a light slumber.

You woke up again (or had you even been sleeping? You didn't know- that was the beauty of late night road trips, they always had something ethereal and almost eerie about them) a little while later. You seemed to be on the same road still, and Loki was now singing a low, soft tune now. It rose in gentle eddies and waves. You vaguely recognized a few words here and there, drawing from your memory of him murmuring them in your ear in the middle of the night, dense with feelings that were unspoken but yet heard. He often said those words softly enough that you could barely hear them over the waft of the wind or the flutter of the curtains or the light whisper of the AC, but he had said them often enough that your ears could form some vague meanings around them.

He quietened after a while and sighed when you stroked his hair.

"Do you wanna switch now?"you asked softly, his face lighting up in the liquid glow of Google Maps. You brushed a thumb across his forehead, feeling him lean into your touch.

"Yes, please,"he said quietly, giving you a soft smile as he pulled over. Your stomach lurched a little when he agreed so quickly. It felt good to see him not balking when asked for his preference and when having his needs considered. He had gotten so much better at that recently, at asking for what he needed and wanted and not hesitating to accept when offered respite from something. You were proud of him.

You knelt up on one knee to press a kiss to his temple when the car had stopped entirely, before he pulled you in to smile against your lips.

When the two of you stepped out, he stretched, groaning and yawning loudly. His shirt rode up, revealing a few inches of smooth skin and slightly tensed muscles, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, gently working your fingers into the small of his back to ease the pressure off him. He groaned again, burying his face in your hair and curling his body inwards to release some of the pressure from his shoulders. You stayed like that for a while, swaying slightly from how tightly you held each other, before getting back into the car in switched positions.

Within a few minutes, Loki was fast asleep, and you couldn't help stopping the car again to take a picture of him. You felt like a creep, but he looked breathtaking, and it was consolation enough, you figured as you restarted the car.

He turned to give you a shy, sleep-heavy smile sometimes, saying something incoherent before slipping back into a deep sleep.

Maybe love was singing softly to your sleeping love as he hummed back in his sleep, then.

Seems nice.

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Interlude

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: PMS mention, food, painkiller mention, unedited so please be nice

A/N: my date for this month draws ever closer and I'm dreading it so I wrote this to cope.

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Mornings sucked. Especially when you woke up feeling like someone had carefully and methodically murdered all your innards and left a bloodbath behind.

In this case, it was literal. PMSing was bad enough when you were prepared, but your uterus had apparently decided it would be a pretty fucking good idea to start a war inside you early this month. Feeling too shitty to fight the slowly rising pound in your head and in your stomach, and unable to feel any wetness around your nethers yet, you stuck a hand down your pants. Ah. All clear, so far.

Your stomach gurgled and protested, and you whimpered into your pillow, pulling your body pillow under yourself to straddle it so you could rock back down against it and ease the pain.

"Loki?"you grunted, eyes screwed shut. No response. Ugh.

You glanced up, head screaming when you opened your eyes to an empty, cold spot beside you. The entire apartment seemed to be devoid of any sound or life. You made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a sob, and cushioned your head with your pillow and Loki's pillow so you could check if the bathroom door was locked, perhaps. Nope. All you achieved was to get your forehead raging even harder.

At least the curtains were still closed, you thought. Then you spotted a small heap of objects beside you that you had not noticed earlier. Now that you had seen them, you wondered how you hadn't before.

Reaching out with one creaking, groaning arm that sounded and felt like it belonged in a century old haunted house with a few ghosts and a banshee, you drew them closer to you. Your heart nearly leapt as you almost crushed your glasses in the pile, but then somehow shoved it onto your throbbing face with one hand, trying to maintain a position that would let you keep your head half sunken in the pillows but also not snap your glasses in half (because of course, that would only make your day better.)

Squinting and blinking, pushing a finger under your glasses to wipe the dried rheum from the corners of your eyes, you took in the stuff littering your bed. Then, in spite of yourself and your current condition, you smiled fondly.

A small bottle of water, a single tablet of your go-to painkiller carefully cut out of a blister pack, a pack of Wai Wai, your favourite lunch box, a spoon, four dark chocolate bars, a KitKat, your phone, and a small yellow sticky note (the ones you usually left notes for each other on when one of you had to leave urgently). You hummed softly, pulling off your glasses in mild irritation, and squinted at the note.

Ástin,

I apologize for leaving you while you are in pain. I have gone to the Indian grocery store to get some more snacks for you. I hope you feel better after drinking the water and taking the medicine I left for you. 🖤

He had signed his name underneath, in an elaborate calligraphic font that you knew by heart now and could never figure out how he managed to do that even when he was in a hurry.

And then, in a postscript, almost as an afterthought:

Please drink the water first, lovely. Wai Wai after. Love you, can't wait to kiss you better.

You made a small sound of pleasure, rubbing your slightly cold nose, and sighed as you pulled yourself onto one elbow to take the tablet. You wondered distantly if he had put a spell on it, because it eased your body far quicker than it usually did, and you felt yourself sinking further into the blankets and into a deep slumber.

You did hear Loki come in just before you passed out again, and you stirred, giving him a groggy smile before falling back asleep with his lips on your temple.

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Whispered Dreams

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort

A/N: the pov in this fic is all over the place, sorry about that. It's supposed to be kinda off, that's how the vibes of this fic are.

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You awoke to something heavy wrapped around you. Something heavy and trembling.

Your eyelids remained heavy and shut with sleep as you raised your arm to touch whatever it was. Your fingers met soft tangles and the smooth curve of Loki's ear.

He was saying something, but your sleep-addled brain could barely make it out, so you said what you thought was,"What's wrong?"

In hindsight, it probably came out as,"Hofs gou?"

He moved closer, head pressing deeper into the crook of your neck, his entire body howling with grief and pain and need. "You're so painfully real, ljúfa mín. My frozen heart aches at your touch, gyðjan mín, and I crave to be yours entirely and it scares me in a way even he does not. I would let you rip me apart and piece me back together as you always have, because I know you would. And it horrifies me to say that I wish to do the same to you. I want everything, I want you like I have not wanted anything before in the centuries of my miserable life, I want to take and take and take from you and I want to give you me. I would tear us both apart like you have torn me apart with yearning and I would weave us back together so tightly neither of us would know where the other starts,"he finished. "You're so real,"he said again in an agonized whisper. You were still half asleep, but he couldn't find it in himself to let go, to let you curl up against him and fall back asleep.

Your neck was drenched, and your mind was barely just waking up, although your body was already working of its own accord, your hand carding through his unusually messy hair, damp with sweat and the remains of nightmares that haunt you when you wake and take the form of tears.

"In a good way, right?"you mumbled, blinking down at him, confused and tired. When he looked up, there was a pang in his heart that made him want to scream. You looked so concerned, so worried, like you wanted to do something to ease his pain but weren't awake enough to know how or what.

"In the most beautiful way I could ever ask for,"he pressed the words against your jaw, against your lips, willing you to understand the depth of how he felt. "I've lived a lie for so long, and I now crave how real you are. How real we are. I cannot- I will not- let you go."

"Good,"you hummed softly as he stroked your hair, now singing something under his breath. Rather reluctantly, you succumbed to it, hands still reaching for him to comfort him, finding his lips. He leaned into it eagerly, and the two of you fell asleep like that, with his fingers in your hair and his tear-streaked face cradled in your hands.

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Pillow Talk

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fart jokes

A/N: I'm so sorry about the fart jokes, this was supposed to be cute. Please don't question my brain. Also if you've never done the hair thing with a s/o, please do. It really is something else. Happy Valentine's Day :)

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"What are you doing?"Loki asked, amused, as you discreetly moved your head closer to his, staring at the space between the two of you on the pillow instead of at the phone in his hand.

Warmth flooded you at having been caught, and you quickly turned back to the movie. "Nothing."

Loki craned his neck to look at the pillow where your hair was tangled with his, and glanced back up at you questioningly. "Well, you clearly find the pillow more interesting than what we're watching." You shifted slightly as your bowels stirred at a very inopportune moment, and his face contorted.

"Did you just- ugh." Half laughing, half pretending to retch, he started to move away. Also howling with laughter, you moved closer to him again, reaching for the pillow while he was distracted.

Loki noticed. Of course he did. He grabbed your hand mid-way, still shaking with the vestiges of laughter. "Seriously. What's wrong? Is the pillow not comfortable?"

"It is! I just- uh- I just really like seeing our hair all tangled up together. On the pillow, I mean."

Loki snorted, giving you a swift kiss on your burning cheek. "Sap."

You poked his side and he wiggled, grinning. "You're no less of one. You're blushing."

"Am not."

"Cutie. You make me go all heart-eyed when you're flustered."

And then, after a while, when he seemed sufficiently engrossed in the movie again, you brought your lips close to his ears and whispered,"One might say I have a brain fart whenever I see how cute you are."

"Gah!"

You caught him glancing at the pillow several times, the rest of the night.

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Alas for my poor Heart, my Heart aches for you

Summary: In which Loki finds out that you like flower pressing.

Pairing: Loki X Reader (gender not specified)

Warnings: Mentions of thunder and lightning, storms

A/N: Please don't like this fic if you're not going to reblog/comment. I WILL block you.

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You almost missed the insistent ring of the doorbell over the crack of thunder outside, lightning whipping across the skies in a punishing rhythm. It rang a second time, making you jump, and you set the iron down hurriedly before turning it off.

Who on earth was here at this hour? You groaned, carding a hand through your hair in a futile attempt at achieving some measure of presentability, heading for the door. You had hoped for a quiet afternoon, what with the gorgeous greys and deep purples of the storm casting long melancholy shadows across your apartment. You had left the windows open after a long time of dubiousness. There was little contact with nature to be had in the Tower as it were; it would not hurt to suck it up and let the spray in. You could deal with the wet furniture later. How long had it been since you had enjoyed the smell of petrichor, anyway?

The door made a��whoosh ing sound as it opened. So dramatic.

It was quite befitting for the man standing outside. You indulged yourself in the briefest snort.

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