#is Thor scared of Loki now or what

[worstloki]

My issue with Thor not ‘realizing’ why Loki was acting off in Avengers 1 isn’t that Thor didn’t recognise Loki was acting unlike himself—Thor did note that—or that Thor didn’t figure out what was wrong—he did try asking—it’s more along the lines of Thor giving up, and that he accepted Loki was bad now within two days while knowing something was off when Thor himself behaved just as bad for much longer before without any specific compromising event.

[veltana]

Breaking point

✦ Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~2,5k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Dub-con (proceed with caution if this might trigger you), pwp, smut and a bit of fluff at the end, possessive/protective!bucky, degredation (slut, fuck doll, cum-bucket), grinding, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, pet name (sweetheart).

✦ Summary: Bucky is done with you going out with losers.

✦ Note: This used to be called I will kill them if they touch you but I never liked that title so I renamed it! Also, you guys didn't know what you were voting for, but it was the banner for this story! Please reblog and comment! Asks are always welcome 💚

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"Please don't scare this one away as you did last time," you beg and look at Bucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He makes a face where he's leaning against the door frame behind you and then sighs when you give him a look. "He wasn't worth shit if he didn't wanna fight for you," he points out.

Now it's your turn to sigh and you cross your arms, glaring at him. "He isn't supposed to fight for me on a first date. We're supposed to have a good time and hopefully fuck." Bucky's mouth hardens, and he looks away. He doesn’t like that, at all.

Ever since you became roommates he's been very protective of you, helping you with the smallest things, driving you everywhere you need to go, even if you can drive yourself. Sometimes it's overbearing but most of the time it's nice to have someone care for you like that.

Unfortunately, recently he's picked up a habit of intimidating the people you go on dates with. He stands behind you when they come to pick you up, and his large frame and cold stare make many of them cower. A few have turned around right away, others have asked if that's your boyfriend or something, thinking it was some type of open relationship/cuckold situation.

"Don't say shit like that," Bucky says through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna think about you fucking other people." You can't help the teasing smile that cracks your face. "Makes you jealous?" With a huff, Bucky pushes off and leaves you to continue.

Two hours later your makeup is done and your hair fixed to perfection. You sit on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, with a glass of wine, waiting until the last minute to put on the skin-tight dress. While scrolling on your phone, Bucky sits beside you with a beer. "So where's the loser taking you?" "Don't care,” you shrug. “Honestly, my priority tonight is to get laid. The previous ones were a little too… bland. But he seems promising." "What do you mean, bland?"

Putting your phone down you look at him, "You don't wanna hear this anyway, you'll just get mad," you point out. "I don't get mad," he defends. "Pfff, you're such a liar, I can see it in your eyes whenever I mention another guy." "Because you deserve the best and all I've seen is trash."

Irritated, you put your glass down too. "Why don't you pick for me then? Who would James Bucky Barnes deem worthy of fucking me?"

The grip on his beer is so hard his knuckles whiten and his lips are a thin line. When he doesn't answer you lean back and start to count people off.

"Well, Steve seems a bit too sweet for my taste but I mean I would not mind trying a slice of that all-American beefcake," you muse. "Sam is so charming and funny! That quick tongue would probably work wonders, if you know what I mean," you wink and watch as Bucky's eye twitch, his jaw clenched hard.

"Tony," you continue. "Well, he seems a little self-absorbed but maybe he's a really selfless lover. Won't hurt to check!" "Loki is so handsome," you bite your lip. "I would surrender my body to him in a heartbeat! But I've heard that he leaves people high and dry and that would be awful."

Tilting your head, you say, "Do you think Thor and Jane would be up for a threesome? I can just imagine eating her out while he fucks me from behind and then we could-"

With a slam he puts the bottle on the table and grabs your face with his hand forcefully, silencing your tirade of words and squeezing your cheeks so that your lips pucker.

The grip is close to bruising and it's an instant pull in your lower stomach. His eyes are black with anger, something you've never seen directed at you before. "No one," he hisses. "Not one of them is fucking you, I will kill them if they touch you."

His hand releases you and grabs your neck instead. You're shocked, and instantly so horny it hurts. Opening your mouth to speak he squeezes harder, making a wheezing sound come out.

"I'll give you a chance to stop this. Tell me right now you don't want this and we'll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I'm fucking you into this couch until you can't remember your goddamn name." When he finishes his grip lightens. The rush of blood makes you euphoric and boneless. You want to give yourself to him, let him do whatever he wants. "Fuck me," you whisper.

The kiss is more teeth than lips and the hold around your throat hardens again. You try to keep up with him but it's impossible as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch, making you lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. You gasp for air as he pulls away, releasing you. His gaze is brimming with lust and want now, all signs of anger gone. Then he pushes you down onto the couch.

"You're a kinky little slut, aren't you sweetheart?" he mocks and leans in over you, spreading your legs with his. All you can do is nod and try to wiggle close so you can press your center against his clothed cock. It's clearly outlined in his sweatpants and you hope it's as big as it seems. "If I put my hand down your pants, are you gonna be wet for me?" "Yes Bucky," you whine.

The throbbing is almost unbearable and his smirk is downright sinful. "Come on, rub yourself on me, show me how much you want it." With another whine, you brace yourself against the couch and lift your hips. He doesn't move a muscle to help as you struggle to find the right position.

"That's disappointing," Bucky smacks his lips and frowns. "Thought you wanted this." "I do Bucky, I do, please I'm trying," you tell him desperately. With effort, you get into a good enough position to grind your cunt on his cock through the layers of clothing. It's not nearly enough to curb the ache.

"Useless," Bucky sighs and grabs your legs. "Do I have to do everything?" He pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you in half and pushing his cock right into your core.

"Sorry," you moan. His mean words have only made you needier and you move yourself against him with abandon. Bucky is motionless above you, not making a sound or saying a word, just staring at you chasing your high. Your movements turn unsteady when you start to come close.

If you were of sound mind you would notice the glint in his eyes but instead, you’re barreling towards your climax. Until he suddenly moves away.

Gawking you stare at him and he just smiles wickedly in return. "Take off your clothes, spread your legs" he instructs and you quickly pull your pants off and discard your t-shirt and underwear, spreading your legs as best you can on the couch. Bucky takes in your bare body, moving his hands slowly down your thighs until his palms frame your pussy.

"Fucking shaved for him too,” he notes with a snarl. You're not sure why that upset him. "Sorry!" you say, just to be safe.

"I don't need your hair curled, your make-up done or your whole body shaved. I will fuck you anyway, sweetheart, no matter what you look like because you belong to me," he growls before he spits on your cunt, sending a rush through you, making you moan and spread your legs even more.

For the first time, he touches you properly, letting his fingers spread the spit all over your pussy before shoving two of them into your soaked core. He pistons them in and out, putting his thumb against your clit and making colors burst before you.

"You want to come on my fingers, you fucking slut?" When you nod frantically he instructs, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." A second after you do spit lands on your tongue and droplets on your face. It nearly tips you over.

"Swallow it," he orders and watches you as you do, some form of approval shining in his eyes for the first time. "Who do you belong to?"

The question is too complicated to understand, you can't focus on what he wants. "I don't…" is all that comes out.

"Wrong answer," he says and removes his fingers, making you shout in disappointment. Sharp slaps land on your wet cunt and you instinctively try to move away from it, but he grabs your legs, pulling you back. "Don't you fucking run from me."

"I'm sorry," you cry, looking pleadingly at him. "I'm- I'm yours James, yours to do what you want with. Please, please, please let me come!"

With a huff he pushes his fingers back in, pressing the tips into your g-spot and getting his thumb back on your clit. His unbothered state makes you feel so small and insignificant, heightening the pleasure coursing through you.

As it climbs, your body shakes, your legs trembling from being held open. "I'm- I'm- don't stop!" you beg. Closing your eyes you focus on the feeling of him, his other hand still gripping your thigh hard. You hope it bruises.

"I can feel you, slut!" Bucky's voice is the cherry on top of everything. "Come on my fingers, do it, come for me!" he commands and of course, you do as he wants. With a scream you convulse, almost pushing him out with the sensation flooding you. Bucky is talking above you but you're not sure what he's saying because all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.

A hard tap against your cheek makes you open your eyes. "Don't pass out on me, I'm not done with you yet." "Wouldn't dream of it," you smile dumbly, and it earns you a smile in return. But it quickly passes as he pulls off his tank top and pushes down his pants. The cock is just as big as you hoped.

He rubs the head against your soaked center, sending overwhelming sparks through you, making you twitch. When he notches the head of his dick at your opening your blood freezes. "C-condom?" you stutter.

Cocking his head he asks. "Do you really want that? Doesn't a slut like you want to be filled up with cum?" "Y-yes, but, Bucky…" you gnaw your lip.

"I want to fuck my little cum-bucket raw, make sure you feel me running out of you for days," he gives a light thrust, almost pushing inside, giving you a taste of heaven. For a second you look at each other and Bucky presses in just a little bit more. It decides it for you. "Please fill me with your cum Bucky, I need it so bad!" you whine and he chuckles before shoving his fat cock into you without mercy.

Quickly you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting his hard thrusts that are sending your body into overdrive. "Feel so fucking good sweetheart, your cunt was made for me, wasn't it?" he groans. "Yes it was," you answer breathlessly.

He grabs your face. "Those other losers are never going to satisfy you." "No, Bucky, only you!" "That's right, you're my fuckdoll now, sweetheart," he says before he leans down to kiss you. It's much sweeter this time and you grab his head, carding your fingers through his hair, feeling your chest fill with another type of warmth.

When he pulls back he says, "Beg me not to come in you." Your cunt clenches and your second orgasm is suddenly a lot closer. "Bucky, please don't… I can't get pregnant," you make your voice small and frail.

In response his laugh is cruel. "Yes you will, your purpose in life is to be bred. I'm going to cum in you every day til it sticks and then everyone will know who you belong to." "Please, pull out," you beg and reach down to rub your clit, feeling the climax shimmering underneath your skin.

"Such a bad liar, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Are you going to come on my cock? Are you gonna claim me just as I claim you?" "Yes! I just need- harder!" you pant. "Fucking hell," Bucky grunts and does as you demand.

The climax rips through you with little regard for your sanity. The sound leaving your throat makes it raw and a second later Bucky moans your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It's almost good enough to feel him finish inside you that you come again, but you’re too spent to do more than shudder.

Then he kisses you again, sweetly, caringly, and pushes his arms in under your body to hug you close to him. "So perfect," he whispers against your mouth. The cums start to trickle out onto the couch but neither of you care, too caught up in each other's lips.

"How are you doing sweetheart?" he asks when he comes up for a breath. "I feel a little high," you confess. "Haven't been fucked that good in a long time."

There is something in his gaze that shifts and he leans his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I just… I couldn't take it anymore… I like you so much." "Lucky for you I get off on that stuff," you smile. "And if I had said stop I trust you would have."

He hugs you so hard you can hardly breathe. "Of course, I fucking would." "You can make it up to me by going tender the next time," you smile. "Next time?" "As many times as you’ll have me." He laughs into your skin. "I don't think you're ready for that!"

Suddenly the sound of the doorbell jerks the two of you apart. You stare at Bucky with wide eyes. "My date," you whisper, horrified.

With a smirk, he raises himself on his arms. "I should make you go on that date with my cum running out of you, maybe even let him get as far as spreading your legs just to see that you’re already claimed."

With a groan, you cover your face with your hands. "Don't tempt me," you tell him before wiggling out from under him, finding your clothes, and hastily pulling them on.

Opening the door just a crack, you understand you look a mess by the way your date eyes you. "Sorry," your voice is small. "I wasn't feeling great and then I fell asleep on the couch." "Yeah, you look terrible," the guy notes before handing you one of the ugliest bouquets you've ever seen. Quickly stepping away he says, "I'll call you." but you know he won't. "Great, I'll see you around," you respond before closing the door.

Bucky takes the flowers from you and shoves them in the trash before grabbing you around the waist and kissing you again. "Didn't you say he was promising?" "I have no clue what you're talking about," you answer with a completely straight face but then start to giggle as he swoops you up and carries you to his bedroom.

[idkwhatever580]

Embarrassed

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x enhanced!reader (Reader has powers like Wanda's but pink because I'm the author and I can do what I want, and my fav color is pink)

Prompt: Reader's best friend Wanda informs reader about this new thing she learned with Agatha that amped up their sex life. Reader decides to try it out with Nat, and the outcome is better than expected.

Warnings: SMUT, enchanted strap, bondage, slapping, daddy kink (daddy is not a reflection of your gender just a term I used i swear!) cumming without permission?/warning?, swearing, tmi? (Is there such thing as tmi between best friends?), teasing. Top!Reader (semi soft)

A/N: I already had this in my drafts partially finished but then I got a rq and I thought I could incorporate it into this so yeah :) thanks for the request @keirannoa420 <3 (I made reader afab but I think I made them gn for everything else I hope that isn't a problem!)

Today is a simple day for the Avengers. Almost nobody is on a mission today, so everyone is doing their own thing to decompress and rest. Especially since last week was horrible. It was just mission after mission for you and the others.

From what you know, Tony and Bruce are in their lab, Steve and Buck went on a date after visiting Peggy's grave to give her the monthly flowers, Clint went back with his family, Thor and Loki are back at Asgard until needed, Nat is reading in her library, Agatha is in a therapy session (she is still healing from her witchy trauma, good on her!), Vision is probably floating around somewhere, Peter is with Aunt May, the rest of the younger ones are out and about, while you and Wanda are catching up on a much-needed yapping session.

"Omg did you hear what happened on Sam and Tony's mission yesterday?"

You sit up being intrigued, "No, what happened?"

She giggles at the thought of what happened, and says, "He- he"

She can't even tell you what happened without bursting into laughter. "He what! Oh my gosh stop laughing and tell me what happened!"

Your need to hear what happened overpowering your patience, but Wanda eventually can control her laughs into a soft snicker every now and then, "He had to run into the building instead of his usual flying, and he ended up slipping and falling on his back and rolling around because it was raining! Sam got the whole thing recorded thanks to redwing!"

You burst into laughter at the thought of Tony slipping, this surely hurt his ego more than anything. You gasp and say, "Wait... can I see the video? Do you have it?"

She laughs and grabs her phone, "Of course I have the video! I would say I'm surprised you don't have it, but I forgot your phone broke."

You roll your eyes at the reminder of not having a phone to do your daily social media things, but Nat says you need a break from your phone. Joke's on her, you're just bothering her more. (She secretly likes it)

You're drawn away from your thoughts when Wanda holds her phone to your face, the video of Tony slipping funnier than you pictured.

(volume is not necessary for this one)

You both started laughing so hard that tears fell from your eyes, but you both eventually calmed down and were able to change the subject. "So, how's Aggie? I feel like I haven't seen her in months even though I've only been on a mission for a week."

She smiles softly and says, "She's good. Her twice-a-week therapy sessions are really impacting her in a good way. I think she might be having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the Avengers though. She still gets overwhelmed sometimes. Which is what I was scared about. I didn't want to bring her into this space after nine whole months of secretly dating just for her to regress on her progress, but I think she is getting there. Her communication skills are definitely getting better which is helping me accommodate to her needs you know?"

You smile and nod knowingly, "Yeah, I remember coming here for the first time from being a S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, it was terrifying, but my relationship with Nat only grew from where we were. Something is bound to blossom from her too. Anything else interesting with you two?"

Wanda sends me a small smirk and says, "I've been trying out new spells and tricks to cast and I happened to fall upon an interesting spell."

You raise an eyebrow with a tentative voice, "Interesting how?"

She giggles and says, "Okay, so obviously we talk about our sex lives a lot together, but this spell just made bedroom time way better. It's a spell to make an inanimate object basically a part of you. You can feel it and everything that happens to it. So, I tested this spell out on a certain strap-on that we use and let me just say I've never felt so good before. I think you should really try it on Nat, the first time I did it to Aggie, she literally cried because she felt so good."

You raise your eyebrows suggestively and say, "That is quite the interesting find Wands. I'm impressed. You'll have to show me the spell. I think I might try it out on Natty tonight if I can do it right.

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After a few tries of this new spell with Wanda, you're able to feel everything that happens to the tv remote in your leg. You smirk at Wanda and go to exit the room just as Agatha comes back. You send your goodbyes and almost sprint to Natasha's library, making sure to stop by your room to get a certain backpack.

The joys of having your own floor with Natasha means that the things on that floor are only used by the both of you, unless otherwise provoked. So, you know nobody is going to be walking into this space. This also means that you guys can literally fuck anywhere on that floor, but you are so excited to try this spell on her.

You slow down right before you enter and you saunter in, even though Nat has her noise cancelling headphones on, so you know she won't hear you. You come up behind her and softly rest your arms on her shoulders slowly creeping down to kiss her cheek.

She pulls off her headphones and says, "Hello detka. Do you need anything?"

You simply nod your head and give her a soft kiss on the lips to distract her before carefully snatching the current book she is invested in. She lets go of it but not without a pout, "Baby, I was reading that."

You carefully set the book down after putting a bookmark in. Then you walk around and pull her headphones off her ears which makes her even more confused. Until you sit in her lap and snuggle up to her neck. She softly smiles and starts rubbing patterns on your back. "Aww baby, did you want cuddles?"

You nod your head innocently and she says, "Well I can do that while also reading my book so can I have it back?"

You shake your head, and she realizes there's something else you want. She raises an eyebrow, and skeptically says, "What else is it? Did you do something?"

You pull away from her neck and shake your head, "No, I didn't do nothin', but I'm 'bout to."

She furrows her beautiful brows in confusion but notices the glint in your eyes. She knows this look; she has seen it a million times before. How could she miss it? So, she pouts and says, "Aww is my detka a bit horny?"

You nod your head and whisper, "I want to try something new today."

She smirks and nods, always willing to try everything once, well, almost everything. "Of course, detka, what is it you were wanting to try?"

You smile and say, "You're gonna have to wait and find out."

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but you kiss her on the lips and the words that were on the tip of her tongue fade away quickly.

You both start making out softly, a tenderness infiltrates your hearts that only you two can replicate with each other. The kiss quickly turns aggressive though. Her hands falling to your hips to steady them when they start to move on their own, while yours go to her hair to softly tug on the luscious, fiery locks.

Moans start to spill out of you when your core starts to rub on her thigh, and she starts to unbutton your pants trying to get directly to the source, but you push her away. Before she can question your antics, you reach behind her lounge chair to grab the backpack and wave it in front of her face. She smiles and you both stand up to undress yourselves, not bothering to do it for the other, instead choosing efficiency.

Once she has the strap securely tightened around her hips, you push her back down and sit just before the silicon cock, butt resting on her thighs. "I need you to hold still and be quiet for a moment, okay?"

She furrows her brows and says, "Wait, what are you doing?"

You smile at her and say, "I just need you to trust me so I can work my magic." You kiss her doubts away and whisper, "I think you're going to quite like this."

You cast the spell silently and when it is done, you look in her eyes and there is nothing, but confusion written all over her face. "What did you do?"

You smirk and spit on your hand before softly rubbing the tip of the dildo making her hips jerk. "Woah."

You smirk and say, "Woah indeed. Did that feel good?"

She nods her head and says, "Seriously Y/n, what did you do to me?"

You giggle and say, "I made you be able to feel everything like it is your own."

You shimmy your body down to be eye level with the pink sparkly attachment, and you look up into her eyes with yours being doe like from this angle and you slowly take her length into your mouth.

This new sensation causing Nat to moan helplessly and thread her fingers through your hair. You softly start to play with yourself and stretch yourself out, while making sure to not give her too much stimulation. Once you deem yourself ready to take her, you pull away and Nat glares at you. "Why'd you pull away?"

You smile and kiss her worries away, "So I can do this..."

You grab the attachment and slowly slide yourself onto her. Moaning at the size. She always seems to be so big even when you take her all the time. She moans extra loud when you take her to the hilt, and suddenly her hips jerk and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

You force her to look into your eyes and then you start to bounce up and down while grinding onto her.

Although you are feeling very good, your sole intention is to make Nat feel good today. "How does it feel baby?"

She opens her mouth to say something, but only a measly gasp is heard. After a while, she finally is able to conjure a sentence, "Fuck... it feels- so good."

You smirk and say, "Yeah? You like feeling this pussy clench around you?"

She whimpers and nods her head biting her lip to stifle her sounds. Usually you wouldn't let that slide, but since it is her first time feeling this, you'll give her some grace.

You start to bounce up and down on her cock more aggressively and her hands tighten around your hips. She is completely still excepting the few involuntary thrusts her hips make, which make you moan at the spot she hits when she does this.

Nat's head is thrown back and she finally lets go of her lip, allowing all the beautiful sounds to tumble out of her throat. Her pathetic noises are so hot to you and even hotter when she tries to speak, "Y/n I- it feels, I-"

All of a sudden, her words are cut off with an almost pornographic moan, which makes you so wet because you never hear her be this vocal. Her hips start thrusting into you uncontrollably and her hands are scratching into your hips, not that you care.

You furrow your eyebrows as hers raise in surprise and embarrassment. You slow down and say, "Did you... did you just cum?"

Natasha lets out an exhausted breath and looks at anything but you, until you move her by her chin to look into your eyes. When she sees your eyes, she tears up a bit, "I'm sorry I don't know what's wrong with me! I usually last way longer than that! I wasn't even prepared for it; it just sprang up on me."

She starts to ramble, so you shut her up with a kiss and when you pull away you chuckle softly, "Natty baby, I don't know why you came so fast, but I'll bet you it has something to do with the fact that this spell makes you feel things you've never felt before huh?"

She nods her head, and you smile, "Do you want to keep going or do you want to stop?"

She frowns and says, "I want you to cum."

You smile and shake your head, "That's not what I asked darling, I asked about you."

She thinks about it, and then a nasty thought pops into her brain, and she says, "I wanna keep going."

So, you nod your head, and keep moving and grinding on her, this time she makes it about five minutes before the same thing happens.

You become beyond confused as it looks like she just came again. Once she calms down, you tentatively ask, "Did you just... again?"

Her eyes widen and her face turns redder than her hair. She tears up a bit and tries to shove you off of her to inevitably run off and hide from her embarrassment, but you push on her hips, and she moans again. She still tries to get away, so you cut her thoughts off with soft tone saying, "Darling, don't worry, it's okay if you did, you know? It is a new sensation, and it is normal to have a crazy reaction to it."

She previously covered her red face with her hands to hide, so you carefully pull her hands down and smile at her small frame. "Tasha, why are you hiding from me?"

She finally cracks and says, "Because! That was so embarrassing! I've never finished that fast! So, I am embarrassed because I didn't even get to last long enough to have fun, and don't even mention the fact that you didn't get anything out of it!"

You pout at her with fake pity, "Oh darling," You brush her already sweaty hair out of her face and clench your pussy on her strap making her moan at the feeling, "You don't have to worry about that, trust me, we are going to have fun all night. You'll be begging me to stop."

She timidly nods her head, and you say, "Is that okay?"

She nods and says, "I really want to keep going."

You smile and nod your head, but before you can start riding her again, she pulls you off of her swiftly and flips you over on your hands and knees, slipping right back into your wet cunt.

She leans over to whisper in your ear, "I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard."

You can only moan in response because she's already thrusting deep and hard into your insides. You consider giving in to her and letting her take over, but you already made your mind up ahead of time and she is not getting in your way. So, with a flick of your wrist, she is flipped over, and ropes appear and tie themselves around her wrists.

You crawl up to her as the pink glimmers fade from your eyes, and shake your head, "Thought you could get away with it huh?"

She doesn't answer and you slap her breast making her jerk and yelp out, "I asked you a question, didn't I?"

She meekly nods her head, and you say, "Then I expect you to answer it."

She nods her head again and you say, "Don't make me ask again."

"Yes! I thought I could get away with it! Please daddy!"

You bite your lip at the power trip you're getting from this, but you make sure to soften up and check on Nat knowing she only uses 'daddy' when she's extra sensitive, "I want you to use the color system just like always, okay? Can you tell me a color?"

She doesn't even hesitate before saying, "Yes! Green, please daddy!"

A sigh falls from your lips at hearing that and you nod your head. "Okay baby, you know I'm not gonna be nice to you right?"

She whimpers and nods her head closing her eyes to center herself. You smirk and flip her over, making the dildo hit the bed when you push her hips down on the bed.

She moans out and you lean forward, your lips brushing softly over the shell of her ear, and you whisper, "Do not cum."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head knowing she's already sensitive from previous orgasms, and she whines out, "No! Please daddy!"

You chuckle at her desperation and say, "If you're good tonight, I'll find a spell to make it so that you can cum in me too."

She shudders at the thought of being able to "breed" you and both of you feel it, so regardless of how much she already wants to cum, she nods her head and takes a breath to prepare herself.

Right before you are about to start, she yelps out, "Wait!"

You freeze in worry that she doesn't want this anymore, so you pause and look to her and let her speak. Her words come out the first time a quiet jumbled mess so you say, "What was that babe?"

She looks over her shoulder and says a little louder this time, "Can I hold a pillow?"

You think about it for a moment, and ultimately decide that if you're not going to comfort her until after, she might as well have something else to find comfort in, so you nod your head and she grabs a pillow. Once she is situated you wait for her queue and when she nods her head you begin to massage her ass a bit before pulling back and landing a harsh slap on her butt.

Natasha's hips jerk away from your hand, and in turn makes her strap rut against the bed stimulating her. She lets out a mix between a moan and a groan because she feels good, but she also knows you put limitations on her.

You continue your assault on her now red and pink ass, and the lewd sounds that are emitting from Nat's throat are making you more wet than you'd like to admit.

You slap her ass again, and she starts to uncontrollably hump the mattress, and you won't allow her to cum without asking so you grab her hips and lift them from the bed before she can stimulate herself any further. She groans and pleads, "Please. ugh please I need it!"

You simply chuckle and shake your head, "Need it so bad you're willing to give up cumming for a week?"

Her eyes widen at that threat and she whimpers knowing she might not be able to hold back since the last two came out of nowhere, but you lay her back down and say, "two more, then you can cum again."

She nods her head, crossing her fingers that she makes it, and out of nowhere the second to last slap is let out on her skin. It is way harder than all the others, so in turn, it makes Nat almost forget about what you said. Almost.

You hum and rub her ass tenderly, not letting her know when the last one is coming, and the second she whimpers again you pull back and hit her ass so hard it has her shoving her hips back into you.

She catches her breath and rolls around. You tell her to hold still as you are about to disenchant the strap, but Nat says, "Wait, baby, what are you doing?"

You furrow your brows and say, "I thought you said you were done after this orgasm?"

She nods and says, "I held it, I wanna cum with you on my cock."

Her eyes are so sweet and soft you simply can't refuse, so you let her win this time, riding her cock until the both of you come, and then you end up just laying together in a moment of tenderness.

"I love you detka."

"I love you too Natty, I'm glad you liked the surprise."

"Oh, I loved it."

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A/N: I hope y'all liked it!!! (Did you catch my Love and Death reference???) Also, I apologize for the rushed ending, I really needed to get this out.

[grim-reapers-wife]

My first fanfic! So I’m starting out simple and small with who else but Loki 💚🖤

Summary- Loki thinks that y’all are together since the Asgardian tradition is to court before marriage, like being in a relationship, and it is typically not announced. Thor finds out and teaches him the Midgard way of courtship, and that y’all aren’t officially together until he asks you.

Don’t mind any grammatical errors! I’m not a professional by any means. 😅. Enjoy!

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I walk into the library where Loki and I hang out most days, he’s reading an Asgardian book again for the third time this week. “Are you seriously reading that book again?” I question and sit down in the spot on the couch next to him. “Why yes I am, darling. Are you questioning my reading habits?” He marks the page and sets it down on the other side of him. “Must be really interesting for you to read it so many times.” I smirk in his direction. “Quite. You should read it sometime.” Loki says smirking right back “Oh wait, that’s right; you don’t speak Asgardian. Hmm, what a shame, darling.” He picks up the book again and begins to read. We drift into a comfortable silence while read my own book for a case that Tony has me working.

*buzz buzz*

I pick up my phone “Shoot.” I fire off a couple of messages before Loki looks over. “Everything okay, darling?” He sets his book aside. “Yeah everything’s fine I’m just a little late for a lunch with my friend. I’ll catch you later, mkay?” I grab my things and head out through the library doors.

I arrive at the café 20 minutes late and catch my friend sitting in the corner sipping a coffee. “Sorry I’m late! How are you?” I hug my childhood friend and sit across from him, catching up on everything in his life.

Meanwhile, Loki is still reading his book in the library undisturbed…Until Thor comes barreling in. “Thor, you baboon! Have you no respect for the quiet nature of the library?” He snipes in the other prince’s direction. “Always a pleasure, brother!” Thor walks over to Loki. “I’ll have you know that I come with information with your benefit in mind, brother.” Loki sets his book aside. “Get on with it, I’d like to continue reading.” Thor lazily drapes himself in the chair across from Loki.“I saw y/n chatting with a guy downstairs in the café, I thought y’all were together, brother. Or at least so you’ve told me.” Loki sends a death glare to his brother. “Of course we’re together, what are you on about?” Thor looks at Loki “I’m not sure brother, it looked like a date.” Loki’s brows furrow. “A date? What is that?” Thor sits up straighter. “You know, a date. It’s a tradition here on Midgard, when two people are together romantically they go on outings together.” Loki shakes his head slightly and Thor continues. “You have asked her to officially date you, right brother? On Midgard I believe it is officially called boyfriend and girlfriend. Jane told me about it.” Loki shakes his head. “I- I guess not then. I didn’t know that we were not counting this entire time.” Thor laughs. “Courting? I haven’t heard that word since mother tried to set me up back on Asgard. No, no, that’s not a thing here. To make things official you must ask the lady.” Loki stares down at his hands grasping why his brother has told him.

A couple hours later I finish hanging out with my old friend, and I’m on my way to my room. I turn the key in the lock and push the door open to find Loki sitting on my bed. I jump lightly and gasp. “Loki! Jesus you scared me.” I close the door and walk into my room. “How long have you been here?” He stands up and shakes his head. “That’s not important right now.” He declares, his accent coming out strong. I look at him questioningly. “Are you alright?” He shakes his head. “Were you on- on a date?” He questions and I stare, not expecting that sort of question. “Um,” when I finally regain my senses I answer. “No, I wasn’t on a date, Loki. Is that what’s bothering you?” His shoulders sag with relief and a long breath escapes him. “Thor told me he’d seen you on a date. I didn’t know what that was so he explained. You see, on Asgard; there’s a similar thing called courting. It’s typically not announced and is a short interval of time before marriage. I have believed this whole time that I was courting you but Thor informed me of my ignorance.” I stare in disbelief. He thought we were together? He likes me back? How could he have not known? What does this mean for us now? A million questions fill my head. Loki steps forward and takes my hands. “I did research on this and your Midgardian traditions but forgive me if I do anything wrong. Will you officially court- date, will you officially date me?” I laugh just a little at the sweet gesture and nod my head. “Yes Loki, I thought you’d never ask.” He breaks into a smile wider than I’ve ever seen. “Thank the gods.” He grabs me and spins me around, I laugh like a child. “Loki put me down!” I hit his chest playfully. “He also said something about boyfriends? I don’t fully understand.” I giggle and cover my mouth to stifle the rest of my laughs. “So you’re my boyfriend now, and I’m your girlfriend. Officially as of two seconds ago since you asked me, and I said yes.” He nods his head. “I understand, so no dates with others people?” “Right.” I answer. He nods once more. “I will take you on one of these dates, tonight, yes?” I smile and look up at him. “Sure, that sounds wonderful, Loki.” He walks to my door and stops before he walks away. “I’ll see you then, darling.”

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Thank you SO SO much for reading! If you’ve made it this far I assume you enjoyed. ☺️ If you did I’m so glad and if you didn’t like it feel free to give KIND constructive criticism. I will always accept tips and opinions. Again, this was my first fanfic EVER 🤣 so I’m sure it wasn’t great but lmk! If you have a request I’m 100% open to take it, just be patient with me lol 😆 Byeee!

[lokigodofmyheart]

THROUGH TIME 

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader.

Words: 9.455

Summary: The history of Loki and Y/N through the time since they were 8 years old. 

Warning/Content: Canon Divergence; Mean Odin; Friends to lovers; really small enemies to lovers; virgin!Loki, virgin!Reader, first kiss, loss of virginity, marriage, planned pregnancy. 

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A/N: I really like to write this one. Loki deserves his happy ending. If I forgot any warnning, please let me know. English is not my first language. You can also find this work on AO3.

Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a couple of years now. They met when her mother, a close friend of Frigga, accepted the invitation to move to Asgard and live with them. Loki and Y/N were 5 at the time ant that was 3 years ago. Now they’re 8 years old. 

Y/N had a nightmare that night and woke up scared, so she decided to go to her best friend’s room, like she usually did when she was scared. She knocked on his door, gently. Loki was laying on his bed, sobbing on his pillow, but when he heard a knock on his door, he sat up and tried to stop crying. Y/N didn’t wait for an answer, she knocked and enter his room and went straight to his bed with him. Loki looks over at her and wipes the last of his tears with the back of his hand “W-what do you want?” 

“What happened?” She asked worried seeing him cry, her nightmare long forgotten. 

“Dad hurt me...” Loki said quietly. 

Her face showed pure shock “...what?” 

Loki nods, looking down “He...he hit me.” 

Y/N hugged the little boy tightly “I’m so sorry, Loki.” He hugged her back, sobbing into her shoulders. “Do you want me to stay with you? Or maybe come to my room?” 

He looks at her, his face wet with the tears “I want to come to your room.” 

She held his hand as they got off his bed and walked to her room, Loki following her and still shaken. They went to her bed as soon as they entered Y/N’s room and Loki curls up next to her. “I’ll protect you.” She says to her friend. 

Loki smiles and closes his eyes, slowly beginning to fall asleep feeling safe with her. Y/N seeing he was peacefully, finally closed her eyes and slept too, with no more nightmares in the night. After that night, they made a habit to sleep together sometimes, but no one really mind since they were only kids. 

4 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 12 and they still sleeping close by with Y/N. They are laying on her bed, when she broke the silence. “How was your day?” Loki mumbles something about Odin being mean to him, again. “You should come train with me and Thor. Maybe that could help you relax." She smiles at him. 

Loki just nods at her. He didn’t like that much of the idea to train with Thor. Everyone thinks so highly of his brother. They talked for a few more minutes before they decided to sleep. Loki tried once to train with her and his brother, but he didn't like. So, he starts to spend more of his time in the library reading. 

3 years later

 They're 15 years old now. Loki had gotten taller than Y/N, which was normal, his voice had changed, and he looked more like a man than a boy. Y/N's body was also changing and they're both filled with hormones. Loki got better with his magic and Y/N got better with the fight skills. They still sleep sometimes together, it was a habit by now. But the hormones were starting to act on them. 

Loki was reading a book but couldn’t stop thinking of Y/N. He had thought of her a lot recently and had even caught himself fantasizing of her a lot. He tried to keep his mind on the book, but it was hard when he had been thinking about her so much. Then a knock came on the door and interrupted his thoughts. 

“Loki?” She called him. 

He put down his book and got up then walked over to the door and opened it, looking at her “Yeah?” 

“Can I come in?” She looked a little sad. 

“Uh, yeah.” he steps aside and opens the door wide enough for her to enter. Y/N follow straight to let her body fall on his bed with a groan. Loki walked and sat next to her with concern on his face “Are you okay?” 

“No.” 

“Why? What’s wrong?” Loki looked at her with genuine curiosity and concern. 

"Sif and your brother keep making fun of me because I never kissed anyone." She rolls her eyes. 

Loki thought about it for a minute before a smirk grew on his face “You haven’t kissed anyone at all?” 

"Oh, come on, not you too." Y/N says frustrated and looks away. 

He chuckles and playfully nudged her shoulder “I’m not making fun of you, I’m just surprised.” 

Y/N sighs, sitting and looking at him “Have you?” 

Loki turned slightly red “Well… no I haven’t kissed anyone…” Y/N smiles sympathetic at him. Loki was still a little red “B-but have you really never kissed anyone?” He still couldn’t believe it. In his mind Y/N had kissed loads of boys because she was so pretty. She just shakes her head at his question. 

He thinks for a second and then speaks “So let me get this right, you have never been kissed and I’ve never been kissed, right?” 

“Yeah...” She nods. 

Loki thinks for another second then looks back over at her “I have an idea…” 

“What is it?” Y/N asks curious at him. 

He takes a deep breath and then leans in towards Y/N “Just close your eyes…” She looks at him for a few seconds and then do as he asks. Loki takes a deep breath and then leans in further, so his lips meet hers. It isn’t a very long kiss and is quite short. When it is over Loki looks at her with a blush on his cheeks “So what do you think…” 

She he opens her eyes and smiles, with a blushing on her cheeks too "That was...uh, nice." 

Loki is still blushing hard and can’t pull his gaze from her “You really think so…?” 

Y/N nods "Can we...do it again?" 

He can’t contain the blush on his face and his body is practically radiate heat. His eyes are still glued to her face “Yeah definitely…” he leans back in for another kiss. She leans in too, kissing him. Loki’s mind was racing with thoughts. He never thought this would happen, especially when the person he’s kissing is Y/N. It was incredible, better than anything he had imagined in his fantasies. He holds her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her. 

Loki moans softly into the kiss as the heat escalate, his body reacting to the heat between them. His hands move up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepens the kiss. He can feel himself growing hard against his pants and he breaks the kiss, gasping for air “We should stop.” 

Y/N could feel herself getting wet with just kissing Loki, but she agreed “Yeah, we should.” 

He��nods, running his hand through his hair. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He knows they need to stop before things go too far “Do you want to sleep here tonight...?” 

“Sure.” She smiles while she tries to recover from that hot kiss. 

Loki smiles back, laying down in the bed and patting the space next to him for her to lay down next to him. She does it and he pulls her close to him and hugs her tightly as he closes his eyes. 

“Loki?” She called him in a whisper. 

He opens his eyes and then looks at her “Yeah?” 

"We're not gonna tell about this to anyone, right?" 

Loki nods “Yeah definitely. I mean, there’s no reason for anyone to know about it. And I doubt you’d want just anyone to know about this.” 

"Yeah. Just two friends helping each other." She says smiling. Loki nods again and looks back down, closing his eyes. Y/N does the same and they soon fell asleep. 

3 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 18. Loki’s body had changed a lot since he was younger. He was more muscular than he was back then, and his face had matured to the point where he didn’t look like a little boy, but a man. Y/N also changed in those years. She looked like a grown woman now and it she was becoming one of the best fighters on the realm. 

Loki was laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about things that were not that important. He heard a knock at his door, and he sighed, getting up to answer it. He looked at Y/N standing there for a few seconds, her beauty striking him a little bit.  “Hey, you’re just back from training?” 

"Yeah. I beat Sif's ass all the time today." She laughs getting in his room, dropping her sword closer to his door. 

He grins “Damn, that’s pretty impressive. I’m surprised she didn’t tell you off or complain about you being better than her.” 

"How said she didn't?" Y/N laughs. 

“And I assume you gave her a good comeback, like saying how you’re better than her?” Loki laughed too. 

“Something like that.” She says still laughing. “Can I use your shower? Mine’s not working.” 

Loki tilts his head in curiosity but then nods “Sure, go ahead. There’s soap right next to the shower and a towel is on the floor next to it too.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and enters his bathroom. After a few minutes, Loki heard the shower being turned off. But then Y/N appears on the door with only a towel "Can I borrow one of your shirts? I forgot to bring my clothes." 

Loki looks at her, his eyes trailing down her body. He could see the outline of her breasts through the towel and feel a familiar stirring in his pants. He nods, standing up and grabbing a shirt from his dresser “Here you go.” 

"Thanks." She smiles "Maybe one of your boxers too?"  

Loki blinks caught off guard by her request. His heart races and his breathing hitches. He hesitates for a moment but then nods slowly, grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawer. He hands them to her with clumsy fingers. “Here.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and goes to the bathroom to get changed. She exits the clean clothes she’s borrow. Loki stares at her as she walks back into the room. He can't help but notice how sexy she looks in just his shirt and boxers. His mind races with thoughts of all the things he could do to her, all the ways he could touch her. Y/N lays by his side on the bed. 

Loki glances at her with a smirk “You look cute in my shirt.” 

She chuckles "Thanks." 

He can feel her body pressing against him, and he can't help but respond. His hand finds its way to her thigh, slowly moving upward. “What are you thinking about?” 

His touch sent shivers down her body "Sif and I were talking today about...some things." 

Loki nods and then leans closer to her “What sort of things…?” 

“Personal things...” 

He thinks for a moment and then speaks softly “can you tell me…?” 

Y/N chuckles and nods "She was telling me about her first time." 

Loki’s interest is piqued, and he raises his eyebrow “and…?” 

"I don’t know, I was just...wondering about things.” Y/N looks at him, a small blush on her face “Have you...did you already...Have you ever had sex?"” 

Loki turns red and he blushes “uhm well no….” 

“Really? But you’re a prince.” She smiles. 

He shrugs and blushes even harder “well, have you…?” 

“...no.” She blushes. 

Loki turns to her and looks her in the eye “So you haven’t…ever?” 

"No. Why?" She looks at him. 

“I just thought…well, you must have had boyfriends, right...?” Loki asked. 

Y/N chuckles "I spent my free time with you, so no. I don't." 

Loki blushes more and moves a bit closer to her “So…we’re both virgins…?’ 

“Yeah.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. 

Loki smiles at her and his body heats up. He leans in closer to her, almost whispering “So…want to change that...?” 

“...what?” She whispers back to him. 

His breath hitches and he speak softly “Do…you wanna….y’know do it together?” Y/N thinks for a few seconds before she nods at him. He was her first kiss and she trusted him to be her first time too. Loki smiles gently, biting his lip ever so slightly “You sure this is what you want?” 

“I am. Are you?”  

Loki nods, his heart pounding in his chest “Yes, I am.” he leans in slowly, pressing his lips against hers. She kisses him back, remembering a when they kissed for the first time years ago. 

Feeling her lips against his, Loki groans softly into the kiss. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as their tongues slowly explore each other’s mouths. Their kiss deepens as their desire grows stronger. 

Loki’s hands wander over her body, exploring the curves that have developed over the years. Y/N’s hand also explored his body and his muscular chest through the clothes he was wearing. That made Loki let out a groan when her hands travelled his body. He breaks the kiss to press his lips against her neck, trailing soft kisses down her collarbone, making Y/N moan and her hands going down to palm him through the pants. Loki gasped at the feeling. He’s never been touched like this before by someone else and it’s driving him wild.  

He slides his hand on her body to take off the shirt she was wearing, exposing her breasts to him. Loki’s mouth goes down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth softly. Y/N’s hands worked quickly to take off his shirt too, while his hands worked to slide down her body the boxer she was wearing.  

Y/N’s hand found his cock when she opens his pants, making Loki gasp and his hips buck into her touch. He groans loudly as he feels her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length “Oh gods, Y/N... this feel so good...” She kept stroking him while he struggles to maintain control when her hands worked on him. 

She suddenly stops, smiling at him “Can you take these off? I want to try something.” 

Loki grins and quickly pull the remaining clothes off, his erection visible now making her eyes widen, thinking if he would really fit her. “What do you have in mind?” 

“Lay down.” She says. 

With a nod, Loki obey her. She starts stocking him slowly again, making him moan loudly and squirm beneath her as she kept her slow pace. “Oh, fuck...” 

“Can you guide me?” She asks with a smirk on her lips. 

Loki just nods his head when she decided to put him on her mouth. His hips jerk up off the bed ad he feels Y/N’s warm mouth on his cock, making him let out a long and low moan. Loki’s hand run though her hair, guiding her as she takes more of him. Loki’s eyes roll back into his head, unable to believe how good this feels.  

Y/N looks at him confused when he suddenly pulls her off “Did I do something wrong?” 

He shakes his head quickly and pulls her to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting himself “No, you were perfect. I just want to finish with you.” 

“Oh, okay.” She smiles. 

Loki lay her down underneath him, smiling at her as his hands moved to her folds. Y/N let out a moan just with the feelings of his hands coming close. She was never touched like that by anyone. Loki slide one finger inside her, slowly stroking her wetness and rubbing her clit with his thumb. That made her let out a louder moan. 

Feeling her inner walls clench around his finger, Loki chuckles softly. He kisses her neck and moves to her ear, nibbling gently “So wet for me...” 

“Loki...” She moans his name. 

Loki groans in response, pushing a second finger inside her slowly. He starts thrusting them in and out gently, stretching her as he leans down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth again. Feeling her body respond to his touch, Loki puck up the pace slightly, increasing both the depth and the speed of his thrust. 

“Loki, I think I’m close.” 

He quickens his pace even more “Come for me.” Seconds later she was hit by her climax, and his fingers keep stroking her, feeling her muscles relax and loosen after her orgasm. “I don’t want this to hurt you, Y/N/N. Are you ready?” 

Y/N just nods at him. Slowly, Loki lines himself up with her entrance, taking a deep breath before he starts pushing forward slowly, feeling the tightness of her entrance as he slips inside. Her face showed pain when he enters her and a few tears scape her eyes. Loki freezes seeing her tears and stops, kissing her tears away. He then keeps sliding inside her, slower than the first time and stops, kissing gently her forehead. 

“You can move.” She says after a few more seconds. 

Once he’s sure that she wasn’t in pain anymore, Loki begins to move, his thrusts slow and gentle as his hands find their way to hers where they lace their fingers together. Y/N let out a small moan, her pain turning into pleasure.  

Loki speed up his thrusts slightly as he hears her moans, watching her face for any sigh that he was going too fast or too hard. When she smiles softly at him, he returns her smile, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. After years of waiting, he finally lost his virginity with her, his best friend. 

“Loki, I’m...” 

“I know.” Was all he said before kissing her. Loki was close too. Her walls clenched around his cock as she moans his name again. Feeling her climax, Loki couldn’t help but release his seed deep inside her. He groans into the kiss, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. Panting heavily, Loki slowly pulls out of her, and he collapsed onto the bed besides her. A small smile crept onto his lips as he thought of what just happened between them “That…felt incredible…” 

Y/N nods, still trying to catch her breath “You’re sure you never done that before?” 

Loki chuckles as he wraps an arm around her and pulling her to him “I’m sure, that was honestly all new to me.” 

“Well, you were really good.” she chuckles, laying her head on his chest. 

He blushes as he rubs his hand up and down her back, a small smile on his face “Thank you…you know…I gotta say that was one of the best things I've ever done in my life…” 

“We should do it more times.” Y/N suggested. 

Loki nods “I agree, I wouldn’t mind doing this over and over again with you…” 

She smiles at him “Yeah. We’re friends, we can be a bit more intimate...” 

He smiles and rubs her back a bit “I guess that’s how we can describe it and that’s how it should stay, right? Just friends…” 

“Yeah.” She agrees. 

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Y/N and Loki manage to keep that way for about 8 months. But being intimate brough them closer than they already were, making people inside the palace starts gossiping about them, how they were cute together, that they were probably together but just hiding for the public, that they’re in love. Even Thor and his friends engage with that gossip. 

Loki would notice the whispers. Some people in the castle would start joking around with him about him being ‘in love’ with her. He would jokingly brush it off with a laugh and would deny it. But he was starting to actually have feelings for her. But he could not act on them due to the fact that he remembered what she said to him about them just being friends. So, he remained silent about the situation, still only acting as just friends with her. 

Y/N knocked on Loki’s door earlier than normal. Loki was just sitting on his bed reading a book and he was quite shocked at her early arrival. He quickly put his book aside and went to the door “Hey, what’re you doing here?” 

Loki could see she was angry “Your dear brother just kicked me out of our training today.” 

He was take by surprise by her answer and he got slightly confused “W-what...? Thor kicked you out…?” 

“Yes!” she sits on his bed letting out a frustrated sigh. 

Loki was shocked and he wasn't expecting her to be this angry. He sits down next to her and thinks about this for a moment before finally asking “Why did he kick you out?” 

“Just because I was mad that they kept saying those gossips about us.” 

“Well…you shouldn’t be paying mind and listening to what people are saying, okay?” Loki says to her, trying to easy her anger. 

Y/N sighs “I know, but it’s all the damn time...” 

Loki nods, taking her hand gently “Don’t let them get to you…alright...?” 

She looks for a moment to their hands together, a small smile appearing on her face “I’ll try.” 

Loki smiled back at her and then speaks softly “Listen…about those people that gossip about us….do you think they’re right?” 

Y/N chuckles, looking at him “We both know that we’re not together.” 

He just nods, looking down before he says quietly “Right, we’re not… just friends right…?” 

Y/N noticed the way he was acting. In fact, she noticed the last time they were together too, but she said to herself she was imagining things. “You’re not happy with this, are you?” 

Loki sighs, avoiding eye contact with her “No…honestly…no I’m not happy with this…” 

She nods at him, feeling tense and fearing his next answer “Do you want to stop?” 

He looks back up at her “No…I meant…I’m unhappy with the fact that we’re just friends.” 

Y/N let out the breath she was holding, relaxing with his answer and smiling “Oh, thank the gods!” 

Loki was surprised by her reaction. He had expected her to pull away as soon as he had said his last few words “But…you…you’re not upset…?” 

“No.” She chuckles “I was thinking about that the last two times we had sex…” 

His body tenses up and he blinks in surprise, his heart pounding as he realizes what she’s said “H-hold on a sec…w-we’re you actually wanting to take this further…?" 

“Yeah, I just didn’t know how to bring this up…” 

Loki was speechless as he realized how stupid he was for not acting on those feelings earlier “But does that mean you would want to start a…. relationship with me…?" 

“If you want to.” Y/N smiles widen. 

He smiles and grabs her hand “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me right now. I’ve wanted this for so long…” She smiles at him. Loki’s heartbeat quickens as he feels her hand brush against his. He was finally with the woman he had always wanted to be with for so long. 

Years later

 Y/N and Loki were still dating. They were the favorite royal couple.  

Thor instead in them going with him to fight the frost giants. Loki had become a master of magic in thoses years and Y/N was one of the best warriors of Asgard. When Thor asked them to go with him to fight the frost giants, Loki agreed without any hesitation or question. 

As they were preparing to leave Loki walked up to Y/N. He looked at her and smirked a soft smile “Hey.’ 

“Hi.” She smiles at him. He could notice she was tense. 

"Are you ready for this?” He asked walking closer to her. 

“Yeah.” 

Loki grabs her hands and gives it a tight squeeze “Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you.” He smiles at her and pats her forearm reassuringly. 

That made her chuckle, she probably was a better fighter than he was "I'm not worried about that." 

He looks at her curiously, raising his eyebrow “Then what are you worried about?” 

"Odin said for Thor to let it pass, and yet Thor insisted. I just have a bad feeling about this..." She says at her boyfriend. 

Loki thinks about what she's said, he also was feeling a bit uneasy as well, but he wasn't going to admit that yet “Hmm... well, I think we'll be fine. I mean we're fighting frost giants, not the entire realm.” he then smirked and spoke sarcastically “Besides, are you scared?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him “Me? Never!” 

Y/N and Loki joined everyone else. In the middle of the fight, she saw one of them grabbing Loki's arm. When she run to him, he looks like he just saw a ghost. She grabbed his arm expecting to see a wound, but it had...nothing. He was fine. 

Loki’s eyes were widened, and he looked at her in shock as he slowly pulls his arm away from her. He was scared and his mind was going a mile a second as he was trying to figure out what exactly had happened. 

“You’re...not hurt.” She says looking at his arm confused. 

He blinks and looks at her, his gaze was now a bit more confused, and she could see that he was still shaken up. “I…no…I’m not….” 

They didn't have much time after that to talk. Everything happened so fast, Odin came and took them all back, banished Thor to Midgard. Y/N quickly took Loki back to her room, before Odin decided to do something with him too. 

Loki was obviously shaken up by everything that had happened. He was quiet and kept to himself whilst Y/N took him to her room and his mind was just running a mile a minute. Once they were inside her room, he spoke for the first time since everything had happened "I need to go...to see something." 

Y/N nods “Okay, I’ll go with you.” 

"No... I'll go alone. It's something I have to do on my own...I’ll be right back." Loki doesn't explain any further as he walks out of her room, leaving a confused Y/N. 

It had been already an hour after that. Loki sat silently in his room, staring at a blank wall as he tried to take all of it in. This had to be a mistake...this couldn't be right...how the hell was he a frost giant? There were so many damn questions racing through his mind right now. 

There was a knock on his door. He looked up and he opened the door, he was still processing everything, and he had almost forgotten about Y/N. “Yeah?” 

"I've been looking for you like crazy." She says entering his room. 

Loki raised an eyebrow “Looking for me? I think you’re being a little dramatic” he says casually, although his voice cracked slightly from the stress of everything that was going through his mind. 

"Me? Dramatic? You're the one who left me alone and was being mysterious and all." Y/N says. 

He was angry and confused at everything that happened with him “What the hell is your goddamn problem? It isn’t like I left you for days or something, why are you so worried?” 

“Because I care about you.” 

Loki scoffs and glares down at her, he was feeling more and more pissed off “Did you not understand me the first damn time? I just needed some time to myself, is that so goddamn hard for you to understand?” 

"Your brother have just been banished and you left gods knows where. Are you really complaining about me being worried about you?" She was not believing the way he was acting. 

He rolls his eyes and sighs, closing it for a few seconds before opening them again. “Do you think that right now I want your goddamn sympathy? No! I want to be left alone! Alone with my thoughts. Don’t you get it?” 

Y/N took a step back “Is that what you really want? To be alone?” 

“Yes! That’s what I want! Can you not take the damn hint?!” Loki yells at her, taking a step forward and clenching his fists as he did. 

“Do I annoy you that much?” She asks almost in a whisper. 

Loki glares at her “Yes! You do! You annoy the hell out of me!” He yells, he had never said something like that to her before and it really caught her off guard. 

Y/N keeps looking at him "Okay...I won't 'annoy' you anymore...or ever again" She took out the bracelet Loki had gifted her when they started dating and put on his desk, before she turns and left him alone "I'm ending this." 

That hit Loki like cold water. He was shocked when Y/N placed the bracelet that he had gifted her on the desk. But when she said that she was ‘ending this’ and then started to walk out, he quickly ran after her “Wait! Wait!” he yelled, trying desperately to get her attention. But she didn’t stop, she kept walking away, with tears on her face now. 

Loki runs up to her and grabs her wrist gently and stops her from going “Wait! Please wait! Just hear me out! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I…” Y/N just shakes her head, crying. Loki feels guilty, he didn’t really mean what he said. He was just overwhelmed and stressed out from everything. he was still trying to control his emotions “I didn’t mean it…I swear…” Loki sighs heavily as he wipes away her tears “I’m just confused right now. I’m sorry about what I said. Please don’t end this over what I said, I was just emotional. I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t end this…” 

“Why did you say it?” She asks him in a whisper, tears still running down her face. 

Loki sighs once again and doesn’t speak for a few seconds “I don’t know why I did…I was stressed out and confused. I had no idea what to do, and my emotions just exploded. So…I’m sorry…I really am…”  

Y/N tries to wipe the tears, but more came "I need you to be honest with me." 

Loki nods, still glancing away from her to the side. He then spoke quietly, as to avoid choking up or his voice faltering, he was still trying desperately not to cry “I will…” 

“Do you love me?” 

He sighs and looks back up at her “Yes…I love you so much. And I’m an idiot for just saying all those things to you without properly assessing my own emotions…” 

"What happened?" She asks softly. 

Loki pauses for a few seconds before speaking. “Well…to make a long story short, i found out about my true heritage...I’m not an Asgardian…” He could see the confusion on her face “I’m a…frost giant.”  

Y/N’s eyes widen in shock for a second before she looks down at her feet. A few seconds passed, in a silence that was making Loki more anxious than ever. “I don’t care.” She finally says. 

He was a bit surprised that Y/N didn’t take the news horribly. He was waiting for her to call him a monster, say she never want to see him again...but she was actually alright with him being a frost giant. “You’re just…fine with this? Most people would be terrified of me now.” 

"Well, I'm not most people, Loki. I'm the person who stays with the little boy who cried when his father was mean. I'm the person who was always by your side. I’m the person who loves you.” 

Loki was stunned, hearing her say that made his heart melt and some tears fall off his eyes. He never knew he was going to find someone like her. “Thank you...thank you for being here for me..." Loki couldn't help himself, he pulled her close and kissed her. Y/N smiles into the kiss, not expecting it at all. She wraps her arms around him, embracing the kiss. She felt comfortable in his arms once again and she felt happy.  

"Don't you ever say anything like that to me again. Or I swear I will break things up for good."  

Loki couldn’t help but smile when she said that. She wasn’t leaving him after all, and she still loved him. So, he nodded and spoke softly “I won’t. I promise…” Y/N had tried her best to keep Loki sane after all of these events, but he was too angry. After the events that succeed, Y/N had cried a lot when Thor told her he had die in the Bifrost.  

But then, imagine her surprise when Thor came telling her that Loki was on Midgard, trying to dominate the planet with an army. Y/N was in shock when she heard that. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. On one hand, she was happy to hear that he was still alive but on the other, she wasn’t excited about him being on Midgard. The thought of him trying to take over the planet worried her. 

Thor took her there with him, thinking that maybe she could get him to stop if the moment came. She hadn't seen him until the final fight in the Stark tower, when she walked to him with her armor and her sword in hand, like Thor had requested her. Loki had his back to her "Loki?" 

Loki heard his name being called but he continued to gaze out at the destruction behind him that he had left in his path. He didn’t turn to face her, and his voice had a hint of a cold indifference in it “…what do you want?” 

She looks at the image in front of him "That's not you." 

He continued to stare out into the destruction and chaos he had left. He knew she was right. He wasn’t himself, he was a completely different version now. One that was angry, manipulative, cunning and cold “I’m fine. I don’t see what the big deal is…” 

Y/N walked closer to him, putting her sword on the ground and using that hand to hold his shoulder “Loki...” His cold gaze finally turned to face her, though his expression remained the same, unchanging and uncaring. When she put her hand on his shoulder, he immediately flinched a little bit because of the sudden touch. “That’s not you.” She said again. 

Loki didn’t say anything for a few seconds. He was silent, his face gave away little to no emotion “I’m no longer the person I was before…I’ve changed…and I’ve learned much…and I’ve become so much more…” 

She reached for his face slowly, and Loki was caught a bit off guard when she put her hand on his face, but he didn’t flinch or move his face away from her. He noticed that she was still wearing the bracelet he gifted her as well.  

"Give up this madness dream. Come home with me." She says softly, her hand caressing his face. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds as he stared at her. Then he finally spoke, his voice now had a slight hint of anger in it “I *will* have my revenge. Nothing...no one will stop me…” 

"Please, Loki. I know the man I love is still in there." She says with tears on her eyes. She didn’t know if she would be able to fight him if it was necessary. 

His anger immediately disappeared when she started to cry. Seeing her tears only reminded him of all of the times she had stood by him, through thick and thin. She was always there for him, he couldn’t just abandon her again. So, he pulled her close and hugged her tightly, still not saying anything and just simply holding her close. 

Y/N return his hug "I know something must happen to you...but please, stop it." 

Loki continues to hug her and just holds her close for a few seconds. He didn’t want her to know his traumatic past, at least not yet. So instead, he spoke softly “You’re right…something did happen…I can’t tell you…” 

"It's okay. Just stop this attack and come home...I'll protect you."  

Loki was now on the verge of crying when she said that. But she had told him she would protect him, and he was so desperate for that right now. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. So, he spoke softly “Please…I need you.” 

He stopped the attack and end up fighting alongside the Avengers. Thor, Loki and Y/N went back home. Y/N and Thor talked with Odin and convinced him that Loki help them in the end, so he wouldn’t send him to a cell. 

Loki was now back at Asgard, where everything slowly became normal once again. However, he was still slightly traumatized by what had happened and was still suffering from the PTSD that he had acquired after the torture. The two of them were still together and he felt relieved that he didn’t lose her. Loki struggled a lot with his nightmares, which were getting worse every night. Whenever they hit, he would wake up in a cold sweat, his heart beating out his chest and he would usually be crying. Y/N would be next to him every time, holding him gently and speaking softly, trying to comfort him when he woke up. He felt very weak and helpless during these moments, and he was glad he had her with him. 

That night Loki also woke up with his nightmares, running to the bathroom to throw up. Loki was already on his knees, hugging the toilet and throwing up, his tears streaming down his face. Any second now he would begin hyperventilating, as was typical for how these nightmares would usually go for him. Y/N woke up and walked to the bathroom, holding his hair back. He immediately calmed down a bit and took a deep breath. Hearing her voice and feeling her touch made things more bearable. 

Loki was still shaking a bit when he finally finished throwing up, so Y/N hugged him tightly as they sit on the bathroom’s floor. His body was shaking almost uncontrollably, and he was trying not to hyperventilate. His breath was shaky, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to control himself. But when she hugged him, he stopped for a few seconds and then he hugged her back, burying his head into her shoulder and holding her tight. 

"You know you'll have to talk about this some time, Loki..." She says softly. 

Loki sniffled and held her a bit tighter for a few seconds before he finally spoke softly. His voice sounded choked up and shaky and he was still trying to stop himself from crying. “I know...I just...not yet.” 

“I hate to see you like that.” Y/N says while she brushes his hair away from his face. 

He nodded his head, still holding her tightly “I know…I know that I need to talk about it…it’s just…I don’t know if I can….I just…” it was clear that he didn’t know how to speak about it. He simply couldn’t bear to relive what had happened to him. 

"Do you want me to...see it?"  

Loki flinches, the prospect of her seeing his memories was terrifying for him. He didn’t want anyone to see what he had gone through, least of all someone who he loved so deeply. So, he shook his head. 

"Loki, you need to let it out. He can't hurt you anymore." 

He takes a few seconds before speaking again. He was still on the verge of tears, and he was shaking quite a bit. He understood the importance of talking about it, but he could barely even bring himself to speak about it “I know…I know that it will help…but I’m just…I’m just scared…so scared…” 

"I'm here with you." She says "I'll always be here with you." 

Loki sniffled and he hugged her back tightly. Hearing her say that she would always be there for him gave him a bit of strength, and he tightened his grip on her as if to show his appreciation and gratitude. He slowly let out a breath and his tears began to subside. “I know…I know you will be…” 

She starts brushing his hair, close to his forehead "Can I?" 

Loki was a bit hesitant at first, he wasn’t sure about her entering his mind and reliving the trauma with him. He hated the idea of possibly putting her through that…but he felt so weak and so helpless, and she offered. So, he eventually nodded.  

So she did it. She could see the memories when he let her enter. She was gently around his mind when she starts seeing the fight with Thor at the Bifrost, when he let it go. She saw all the torture he endured from the mad titan and everything that happened with him. She could feel his pain and she could understand why he was so reluctant to talk about it. It was a horrible realization but now she knew the extent of the abuse he endured while under the mercy of Thanos. 

When she came back, she was crying. Loki noticed that she was crying, and he looked up at her with a concerned expression. “A-are you okay...?” 

Y/N shook her head. "No, Loki. I'm sorry you have been through all of that." She hugs him so tightly. 

Loki was still silent for a few seconds as he simply hugged her tightly and buried his head in her shoulder again. He didn’t know quite what to say, he just wanted to forget about what had happened. Especially now when having to think back on it all. When she hugged him back, he started to squeeze her even tighter, as if seeking comfort and trying to remind himself that the pain was now gone. He didn’t want to relive it ever again. 

"You'll never go through that ever again. I'll protect you, I swear." 

Loki wanted to believe her so much. Having her to protect him was a great comfort for him and a great relief. He was so vulnerable right now, scared to ever face anything like that again. Hearing that he would never go through that again was extremely reassuring to him. He kept hugging her and didn’t want to let go. “You promise?” 

“I promise.”  

Loki was getting better after a couple of months. He still had some nightmares, but not as often as before. Thanks to Y/N being by his side, he had started to sleep a little more soundly than before. His nightmares had gone from multiple times a week to only once a week, which was an achievement in his eyes. He didn’t feel as scared to sleep anymore and he was thankful for that. Especially because he knew his girlfriend was right by his side, ready to help him out whenever he needed it. 

After six months, Loki was finally getting better. His nightmares were now happening rarely instead of occasionally. He still had them from time to time, but they were now much more manageable. He still had a lot of healing to do, but this was definitely progress. 

With each day that passed and each night that went by, Loki just continued to think about how much he loved his girlfriend. She was always by his side, and she always managed to comfort him whenever he needed it. She supported him through everything, and she understood him like no one else did. It was only natural that he started to think about marriage. He didn’t necessarily know if she thought the same, but the thought hadn’t left him for a while now. 

"What you're thinking about?" Y/N asks as she notices he was not paying attention to the book on his hands. 

Loki was still lost in thought, thinking about the prospect of marriage. He hadn’t realized that he had stopped paying attention to the book he had in his hands, as he had simply been staring blankly at it. But then she asked him a question and snapped him out of his thoughts. “Nothing…just…nothing…” 

Y/N chuckles “It doesn’t look like nothing.” 

He also chuckled a bit and then said “Okay, maybe it was something….” 

"Are you gonna tell me?" She sits closer to him. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds and then he finally spoke softly “I was just…thinking about something…about us…?” 

"Should I worry about this?" Y/N says with a playful smile. 

“Not necessarily…I was just thinking about…what if we took our relationship to the next level…you know…” 

“Like how?”  

“…like…getting married?” Loki spoke carefully and anxiously as he said this, he was wondering what her reaction would be. 

Y/N smiles softly at him* "Are you serious?" 

Loki nodded and spoke softly “Yes….I’ve been thinking about it for a while now….and I wanted to know what you think….” 

“I wouldn’t be opposite of the idea.” Loki’s heart started to beat rapidly as she said that. “Can you imagine us, married and with a mini you running around?" Loki blushed and smiled, imagining the scenario was a bit adorable.  

He could just imagine the two of them with their child, living happily ever after. Loki liked that idea…very much. It felt so innocent and so pure, something that he had wanted for so long. And there was no way he would ever let go of it, not ever. “That would be so perfect…our own little family…” 

Y/N smiled at the thought “Yeah...” 

Loki smiled back at her, and he wanted to say something else. But he still felt a bit anxious, he still felt like it wasn’t set in stone just yet “So…you’re really saying yes…? Like…definitely, yes…?” 

"I don't know...make the proposal." She chuckles. Loki smirked at her response and then thought to himself. He was definitely going to propose to her soon, that was for sure.  So he started to hatch out a plan for the perfect proposal he would want. Once he had that all figured out, the only thing that would be left was to execute it. 

Days had passed and Loki had been waiting for the right moment. And after a week of waiting, he got that perfect moment. He found her alone in her room and he knew that now was his chance to do it. 

“Hey.” Y/N smiled as he entered her room. 

“Hey…” Loki smiles back at her. He feels the rush of adrenaline as he finally has his chance. This is the moment he’s been waiting for. So, he speaks confidently as he approaches her “I want to ask you something….” 

“Sure.” 

Loki takes a deep breath and steadies his voice, trying to sound as confident and sure as he could when speaking. “You know how a few weeks ago I brought up marriage…?” She nods at him. Loki nods too and gets on one knee, making Y/N smiles. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, but he managed to keep it steady, and he spoke confidently. “I want to make you mine…completely…and I would like for you to do the same…will you marry me..?” 

“Yes, Loki. Yes!” She hugs him. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as she said yes. He was so excited and happy right now, he was over the moon. He smiled back at her and then he spoke softly. “Then…will you please take this, as a sign of my love?” Loki holds up the ring, waiting for her to accept it. 

Y/N gave him her hand so he could put the ring on her. “It’s beautiful.” 

Loki was absolutely overjoyed. It was one of the most perfect moments of his entire life. All his work in planning the proposal payed off. And seeing her accept the ring, his mother's ring, was the cherry on top. Loki was just so relieved and so happy, he was beaming with joy. "It used to be my mother's...I wanted you to have it..." 

“Thank you.” She smiles before she kisses him. 

He smiled back at her when he breaks the kiss, the entire moment was like a dream come true. He was so overjoyed that he almost couldn't keep his cool. This was the perfect moment. So he took her hand again and squeezed it softly. "I love you..." 

“I love you too.” 

A few months after, the royal wedding happened in Asgard. It was a beautiful wedding. A true fairy tale wedding. Loki and Y/N had finally married. The prince of Asgard had found true love and married his princess. Loki was happier than ever, with the woman he loved the most besides him. This was his happy ending, this was his happily ever after. 

Five months after the wedding, Y/N started not feeling well. She usually woke up throwing up. 

Loki was still asleep beside her when he suddenly woke up to the sound of her vomiting. He immediately jumped out of bed and went over to her. “A-Y/N…? 

“Hm?” She had her eyes closed as another wave of nausea hit her. 

Loki was now in distress and panic. He was getting worried as he tried to keep his cool and not let her know his real feelings yet. “A-are you okay..? You’ve been vomiting for a few days now….” He was so concerned about her at this point. 

"I don't know, maybe it's something I eat?" She felt the nausea passing and open her eyes to look at him. 

Loki still looked worried and concerned, he wasn’t quite buying her excuse. It didn’t make sense to him “But it’s been four days in a row…don’t you think that’s concerning a little?”  

"I'll see a healer later if that's makes you feel better." She smiles at him. 

He wasn’t reassured, he was still concerned about her. But he decided to not press the issue further for now “Okay…just promise me you’ll see one as soon as possible…” 

Y/N nods and later that day, she went to the healer. When she got back to their room, she had a small box in her hand. 

“What’s in that box…?” Loki was waiting for her back in the room. 

"Oh, it's a present for you." She smiles handling him the box. "Open in.” 

Loki’s nervous look remained on his face as he slowly took the box from her, not knowing what may be in there. But he then opened it and his eyes widened when he saw what was inside. His heart raced as he saw that it was a small pair of shoes. “What….are these…?” 

"I don't know, Loki. What are these?" She asks him smiling. 

“They look like…baby shoes…” Loki’s heart races as he realizes what she is implying. He didn’t even want to believe it. But then he spoke, and his tone was shaky. “Are you…”  

Loki was speechless. It was official now; he was going to be a father. He was so happy, he felt so many different emotions rushing through him right now, but the main one was pure joy. “I’m going to be a dad…?” 

"You're going to be a dad." Y/N spoke softly before she kissed her husband. 

Nine months later, Y/N gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Loki was overjoyed about it. Holding the baby boy in his arms felt like a dream come true. His life would never be the same after this, everything would be different. And it was for the better. This child would be the most important thing to him, there would be nothing that would compare to this precious baby. He kissed him on the forehead, smiling as he did so.  

Loki was the best father ever to his son. He was everything Odin never was to him. Loki made sure the child had everything he could ever want or need. He made sure his childhood would be beautiful and happy and he made sure he gave him everything he never had. He made sure to give him all the love he had to offer to his precious son. He spent a great majority of his time with him. And Y/N made sure she took good care of him as well. She made sure to teach him about love and everything he needed to know about the world. It was a beautiful sight. 

A year later, close to their son first birthday, Y/N had found out she was pregnant again. But this time, she was better prepared to make a surprise to Loki. 

He had just put the baby to sleep and came back to their room. “I have a surprise for you.” Y/N said softly. She gave him a present box. "Open in.” 

Loki open the box and just looked at the shirt in a bit of confusion. It said 'Daddy’s girl’ when they had a son. “Uh…? Did you buy this by mistake…?” Y/N shakes her head ‘no’. Loki was still quite confused. Why did she buy a ‘daddy’s girl’ shirt? They had a son, not a daughter. So, it made no sense for her to buy that. “Then why did you get it…?” 

"Because our daughter will need it." Y/N was holding back her smile seeing Loki’s confusion. 

He immediately tensed up at the word ‘daughter’ and realized what she was implying. Their daughter. She was implying that they were going to have a second child. He just couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that it was really happening. Loki was overwhelmed with emotions, and it showed on his face. His mouth dropped open as he spoke softly. “Our daughter..?” 

Y/N nods, making Loki’s heart raced and his breathing quickened as he realized the good news. His smile became so wide that he even felt his cheeks ache. He was going to be a father again? That was an overwhelming thought and he loved it. The happiness he felt was overwhelming. “We’re going to have a daughter…?” He finally asked. She nods again, a few tears escaping her eyes. 

Loki was filled with so many emotions right now that he just embraced her in a tight and loving hug. He held her close to him, smiling as he did so. Loki’s happiness was palpable at this point. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father again. He just couldn’t. And it was so unbelievable that he almost couldn’t accept it just yet. But as he held his wife close to him, he embraced the idea of having another child. 

They had some hard months ahead. Thor had given up the throne, so Loki was next in line to be king now. And a few more months, another baby, a beautiful and healthy baby girl, was born. Loki felt like he was on a cloud, he just couldn’t believe how his life was working out so well for him. With a gorgeous wife and two beautiful children, life couldn’t get any better. 

He was truly overjoyed and grateful. His life was filled with nothing but love and blessings. There was nothing left that he could possibly ask for now. With two beautiful children, the best wife in the world, a kingdom to rule one day. Things couldn’t be better. And as he looked down at his babygirl, he thought about all of this. He loved his life, he loved being a father and he loved his family. And this was more than just a passing thought, this was his life. His happy, fulfilling, life. 

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ANOTEHR PART OF HR LOKIS BROTHER X BUCKY OLEALLSPE I LAV U 😭😭😣😣☺️

He's Cute Pt. 3

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: ongoing series because people like this, which is weird cause I never thought this would go off, but I don't hate it, loki makes an appearance, bucky is protective over reader, having the 'talk', even bad guys have people they love

Bucky’s hands still shook with lingering excitement whenever he recalled your last date. The two of you had been going out for a while now—casual walks through the city, late-night movie marathons in the Avengers Compound, even that weekend trip to a cozy little café upstate—and with every new memory you made, Bucky found himself falling deeper in love.

He’d never expected life to feel this…comforting. Even the nightmares that sometimes plagued him at night dulled around you. You had a knack for gently coaxing him out of his shell, whether through quiet conversation or a playful nudge toward some new, exciting Midgardian treat you wanted him to try.

Yet, despite this whirlwind of affection, Bucky still couldn’t bring himself to say the words aloud. I love you. They stuck in his throat every time he tried, leaving him feeling both frustrated and a little guilty. It seemed too soon, too fast, too much. What if you weren’t ready? What if it scared you off?

So he kept that admission locked away, consoling himself with the fact that you hadn’t pressed him for big declarations yet—though you often looked at him with such tender warmth that he thought, maybe you already know.

The following morning, you greeted Bucky with your usual bright smile, eyes shining like you’d never seen a single hardship in your life. He knew that wasn’t true—you’d told him your share of Asgardian struggles and complicated family drama—but somehow, you still managed to see the world with a hopeful gaze.

“Good morning, Bucky!” you chirped, bounding into the common area. “Did you sleep well?”

He offered a small, affectionate smile. “Yeah,” he fibbed—well, half-fibbed, because seeing you now made every lost hour of rest worth it. “Ready for training?”

“Absolutely.” You picked up a spare towel. “But how about we grab coffee after? There’s this new flavor—mint mocha, I think? Wanda says it’s oddly refreshing.”

Bucky’s heart did that little flip it always did around you. “Sure,” he said softly. “I’d like that.”

You never made it to the gym—or to the coffee shop. Halfway to the training room, the shrill wail of the Compound’s alarm cut through the corridors. Overhead lights flickered ominously, and Tony’s voice crackled through the intercom: “All hands on deck—Loki’s back, and he’s making a huge mess downtown. We need everyone. Now.”

Your face fell, a complicated mix of worry and anger. The last time Loki caused chaos, it ended poorly for Earth and for your family. “I’m sorry,” you murmured to Bucky, already moving to join the others. “I know you’ve had enough of these battles…”

He shook his head, grabbing his gear. “Not your fault.”

Together, you raced to the Quinjet, where Thor and the rest of the team were quickly assembling. Thor’s jaw was set, eyes stormy with concern. He muttered something about Loki “never learning,” while Tony, Sam, and Natasha readied themselves for battle. Bucky checked his weapon, heart thudding. He threw you a sidelong glance—he hated seeing the anxious tension in your posture. I’ll keep you safe, he vowed silently, one way or another.

New York’s skyline was tinged green in patches—every illusion Loki summoned seemed designed to confuse both civilians and the team. Tony soared overhead, blasting illusions and trying to pinpoint the real Loki, while Bruce (in Hulk form) tore through illusions that tried to tangle him. Thor, you, and Wanda worked together to dispel the biggest illusions, your combined powers punching holes in Loki’s illusions wherever you could.

Bucky fired round after round at illusory beasts, his sharpened instincts helping him sense the flicker of what was real and what wasn’t. He kept an eye on you, too—whenever you paused to catch your breath, or pressed a hand to your temple from overusing your Asgardian abilities, he felt the urge to run to your side.

He didn’t see the sudden swirl of green magic until it was too late. A shimmering barrier snapped into place around him, cutting him off from the rest of the fight. Bucky spun around, rifle at the ready, but the illusions outside the barrier went oddly silent. The world beyond turned hazy, muffled, leaving him alone in a translucent dome of Loki’s making.

“Sergeant Barnes,” came a sardonic voice behind him. Bucky spun, rifle raised, to find Loki standing there, tall and regal in his horned headpiece, green robes swaying. His gaze was cold, but there was a particular glint in those eyes—like a predator toying with its prey.

“Loki,” Bucky growled, finger hovering over the trigger.

“Oh, please,” Loki drawled, waving a dismissive hand. “Drop your useless weapon. If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done so long ago.”

Bucky hesitated, jaw set tight. He didn’t lower his rifle, but he didn’t fire either. Around them, the city echoed with chaos—screams, blasts of magic, and the roar of rampaging illusions. Yet here they stood in a strange, still corner, as if Loki’s mere presence had carved out a pocket of calm in the madness.

“What do you want?” Bucky demanded, striving to keep the tremor from his voice. He’d been in fights far worse than this—yet something about Loki’s eerie composure sparked a sense of dread.

“What I want…” Loki repeated, tipping his head in mock consideration. “Hardly matters. I’m only here because it has come to my attention that you’ve taken an interest in my dear brother.”

Bucky blinked, confusion warring with anger. “Thor? I’m not—”

Loki let out a theatrical sigh. “Not that lughead, no.” He narrowed his eyes, smirk twisting. “I speak of my younger brother. The gentler one—(Y/N). The one you’ve been courting.”

At those words, Bucky’s grip on his rifle loosened involuntarily, surprise flickering across his features. “That’s between me and him. Stay out of it.”

Loki’s predatory grin only widened. “Oh, how adorable. A mortal telling me where I can and cannot interfere.” Magic crackled around his fingertips, illuminating the sinister shape of his horns. “Let’s make something clear, Sergeant Barnes: I may indulge in chaos, but I do not tolerate anyone trifling with my brother’s heart.”

Bucky felt a surge of protectiveness over you, matching Loki’s venom in a different way. “I’d never hurt him. Don’t act like you know me.”

“But I do know you,” Loki countered, taking a step forward, voice dropping to a chilling hush. “You’re a man of ghosts, of nightmares. You wear your sins on that metal arm for the world to see. Don’t assume I haven’t researched your past. The Winter Soldier…” He let the words linger. “You have a trail of blood behind you, mortal.”

Bucky’s pulse pounded in his ears. He refused to look away. “That’s over. He sees me for who I am now, and I’d do anything to protect him.”

A pause, and Loki’s lips curled in something close to a sneer—though a flicker of surprise glinted in his eyes. “Oh, I believe you think that,” he said. “But let me be perfectly clear: I might make sport of realms; I might sow chaos when it amuses me. However, if you ever harm my brother—if you break his heart or drag him into your darkness—I will ensure your suffering is something legends are written about.”

A chill coursed down Bucky’s spine, but he refused to flinch. “I—care about him,” he said softly, fighting to keep his voice steady. “I’d never do anything to hurt him.”

“Good,” Loki whispered, eyes glinting dangerously. “Then we understand each other.” He paused, scanning Bucky’s features as though searching for lies. “He has always been different. Too kind for Asgard. My father often overlooked him, but I—” Loki’s lips curled in faint distaste, “I won’t.”

Bucky shifted, uneasy at this glimpse of Loki’s protective side. “If you really care,” he said carefully, “then let this go. Stop this chaos you’re creating.”

Loki rolled his eyes, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m not here to debate my plans with you, mortal. I’m here to warn you. Do right by him, or face consequences far worse than any Hydra program.”

Bucky’s hand tightened around his weapon. He hated being cornered like this, but a flicker of understanding—of pity, even—touched him. Loki’s brand of protectiveness was twisted, but it was rooted in genuine concern for his younger brother. “Message received,” Bucky said, voice gruff. Loki’s eyes narrowed one last time, as if to emphasize his threat. Then, with a theatrical swirl of his cape, he vanished in a burst of green light. Instantly, the barrier separating Bucky from the rest of the fight melted away, sound and motion crashing back in.

He stumbled slightly, adrenaline hammering in his veins. Looking up, he saw you rushing toward him over the rubble-strewn street, worry etched in your features. Behind you, illusions flickered and dissipated as Thor and Wanda worked together to dismantle Loki’s hold on the city. “Bucky!” you shouted, reaching him in a few quick strides. “Are you okay? Loki’s illusions—what happened?”

Bucky exhaled a shaky breath, lowering his rifle all the way. “He just wanted to talk. Threatened me if I ever—” He hesitated, mind flicking to the exact words Loki used. “If I ever hurt you.”

Your eyes widened, and you let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “He trapped you in the middle of a battle to warn you about me?”

Bucky nodded, swallowing a knot in his throat. He forced a small, wry smile. “Yeah. Guess big brothers come in all shapes and sizes.”

“Gods,” you muttered, pressing a hand to your temple. “I’m sorry he did that to you.”

“Don’t be,” Bucky said quietly. He reached out, resting a tentative hand on your shoulder. “I told him I wouldn’t hurt you. And I meant it.”

Something in your gaze softened. Around you, the remaining illusions fell away with shattering bursts of green energy. The Avengers closed in, readying for Loki’s next move—but for a moment, it was just you and Bucky standing there amid the debris, an unspoken promise shining between you. “Come on,” you said softly, covering his hand with yours. “We should help the others.”

Bucky squeezed your shoulder, nodding. “Right behind you.” And as the two of you headed off to rejoin the fray, Bucky felt a fierce protectiveness surge within him—one that matched Loki’s, if not in cruelty, then in devotion. Because no trickster god, no illusions, and no ghosts of his past would stop him from doing right by you.

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! I’ve done my best to keep everything organized for easy browsing. You’ll find a mix of one-shots and series here—lots of platonic Avengers, found family, and pregnancy-themed stories (I can’t lie, those are my favorite to write). I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I’ve loved writing them!

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Bucky

Pregnancy:

Sometimes I'm Still Scared The Quiet Between Heartbeats It's Not Just Us Anymore Sick Days and Soft Hands He Knew Before I Did It's Starting to Show Operation Talk Some Sense Into Your Best Friends It's Not Silly If It Helps

Dad Bucky

In His Arms, Everything's Safe This Is What Home Feel Like Does It Hurt? You're My Favorite Avenger (Steve) The Three Dads Club (Steve, Sam) You Can Always Come To Me

Light Angst/Fluff:

Slow Down, Sweetheart Are You Sure You're Okay? The Space Beneath The Day You Forgot Stay With Me

Loki

Pregnancy

There You Are A Morning Meant for Two (and a Half) Hush, Little Star When the Star Begin to Move Blood of a God You Should've Told Me When I Cannot Carry Myself It Wasn't Yours to Carry Where You Go, I Follow Let Me Carry It For You They Know You, All of You Even in Silence, I'm With You The Stars Are Ours Now

Dad Loki

Born of Frost and Fire Where It's Cool and Quiet Cool Hands, Quiet Heart Always Cool, Always Home

Fluff/Angst

We Still Come Home

Avengers Found Family

These are non-romantic, strictly platonic stories

Just in Case (Tony) One Voice at a Time (Sam, Steve, Bucky) Three-Strand Therapy (Bucky) Corners and Company (Bucky) Right Here (Tony, Pepper) Only When They're Close (Sam, Steve, Clint, Bucky, Tony) You Called Me What? (Tony) Too Loud (Thor, Same, Tony) Because It's Sam (Sam, Steve, Bucky) A Little at a Time (Sam, Steve, Avengers) Maximum Capacity 5 Idiots and Me (Sam, Clint, Bruce, Scott, Thor) She Deserves to Feel Safe (Sam, Tony, Clint, Nat)

Peter Parker

Fluff:

Caught in the Web

Stucky

Platonic Parent Stucky

You're Still Ours You Came Back All Her Things After the Nightmare Just Outside the Door The Hoodie Sink Duty Drive Learning Touch The First Time Quiet Space Sunday Night Plans One More Heartbeat This Is Fine Learn the Steps Warmth Like This The Softest Secret Only Love in the Room Rock Me Gently In My Arms, Always Close the Door. CLOSE THE DOOR You're Okay It Was Just Glass

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my mini multiverse of madness…

Avengers Tower Headcannons (Peter Edition)

word count: 0.4k

Avengers Tower Headcannons Masterlist

You and Peter are the “young ones” at the Avengers Tower. 

You’re both full of pop culture references and incredibly cheerful and funny.

You also both share an affinity for prancing Tony. Over time, you’ve developed more and more elaborate pranks to play on the poor man, including using Peter’s web shooters to lower yourself into his workshop through the vents to give him a jump scare.

One time, you accidentally jumped in when he was with Pepper. You were so shocked you let out a little yelp, and Peter covered your mouth with his hand and lifted you up, closing the vent before Tony and Pepper could see you.

Except they did see you.

You and Peter agreed to let Tony bribe you with candy to keep quiet about it.

You both love what you call “vintage movies”, which are really just 90s and 00s films. You calling it this drives everyone from that generation crazy, which only spurs you on to do it more often. 

Regardless, movie nights with Peter are extraordinarily entertaining.

You build pillow forts and hide all of the snacks with you to watch Empire Strikes Back

You two also love bothering Thor and requesting stories from him. The way he talks and the stories he’s got of Loki entertain you both, and you constantly ask for them.

From Thor’s perspective, it’s nice to be wanted.

You and Peter are definitely known as the troublemakers of the group. Fury hates working with the two of you, but you’re also impossible to hate—you’re so excited to be included with everything that it’s hard to get mad at you, even when you screw up. 

Peter is your friend for a long time before he becomes your boyfriend. 

Your relationship doesn’t change much once he does; there’s just a little more cuddling and affection than previously. 

You’ve gone on a few official dates out to places, but you’re together so much that it almost feels like you’re on dates constantly. 

You don’t have an official couple song yet—but you definitely love listening to music together and singing off pitch loudly at everybody.

Natasha’s like your aunt now, always defending you to other Avengers and also trying to keep you both out of too much trouble.

Everybody knows you’ll find it and get into it anyway. 

[mischiefmaker615]

Helpless

Summary: "If I'm helpless, then tell me now.."

Song Request: John Mayer - "Helpless"

Requester: @bri_lostinharmony (wattpad) 

Rating: PG14

Loki’s body seemed to have a mind of its own now- simply coming to life whenever its intentions were focused on you without him fully realizing it.

Now a days, he felt just like his old self.. his old old self, back in the days of the palace where he had his gentlemanly persona, maidens and festivities- but you were by far the only maiden he’s had his heart for.

He would stand whenever you would enter a room, feeling his muscles tense before he had to stop himself from bowing whenever you would leave. His fingertips twitched with the ache to take your hand, to bring it to his lips and kiss your soft knuckles whenever he would merely near to begin conversing. Half the time one would think he wasn’t paying attention to a word you were saying while he was merely getting himself lost in your eyes and voice, childishly resting his chin on his palm.

Visuals reminded you of him. flowers, animals and even particular characters in the films Thor would be having on blast in the living room as if the tower was his personal home.

You were driving him crazy, and didn’t even know it.

Sleepless nights.. he’d merely blame it on sleep issues when it reality, he’d be merely keeping himself up thinking about you. A hand ran through his hair while a frustrated sigh left his nostrils, having the need to bang his forehead into the nearest wall if it meant promise to get past a simple paragraph of his book without getting himself distracted by the thought of you.

There was no point anyway.. half the time, he’d merely read in the main room in hopes to catch of a glimpse of you passing by or the rare occasion you might talk to him.

It was on friendly terms, Loki being to worried he might pry to much into specifics and scare you off. Yet the conversations were never bland and you both often laughed and taught each other much from where you both were from. Again, you’d be doing more of the talking while Loki seemed to be distantly distracted and zoned out, gazing at you while he memorized the way your cheeks turned red when you would notice his stares.

He just wasn’t sure if your feelings were mutual.. you most certainly did act different around him compared to the others in the compact. You laughed, smiled more and everything about your body posture showed that you were relaxed. Yet.. it still wasn’t enough to clarify where you stood.

Perhaps Loki didn’t want to find out.. he couldn’t handle rejection.. not from you.. but the sleepless nights and distracted thoughts made functioning practically impossible. He grew quiet, distant, and you noticed how he would tend to leave whenever you would show up.

For a while, you tried to think if it was something you did, something you said, but nothing seemed to come up to explain his cold behavior. Your feelings began to feel hurt, wondering if perhaps he just lost interest when you both shared such a fond friendship before. He tended to gravitate closely to you within his ‘house arrest’ amongst the tower, and you gladly offered his company. So.. what did you do wrong?

There came a night where you just couldn’t sleep. Restless, tossing and turning with your mind all over the place with no promise of rest anytime soon. It was a short battle, and figured perhaps trying that method of warm milk people told you about to help sleep would come in handy.

It was the middle of the night, no one should be up so you figured you’d go as you were: pajamas that took resemblance of a tank top and booty shorts.

You shivered as you padded to the kitchen, having been here long enough to work in the dark with very little light except for the one above the stove. The warm bed will be waiting but the room took on a temperature colder than usual. It wasn’t until you closed the fridge- you found the culprit that nearly had you jumping out of your skin.

‘’Loki- you scared me..’’ you yelped, having to quickly lower your voice while he raised his hands in a surrender position.

‘’my apologies love, it was not my intent. I merely heard sound and wished to investigate.. I was unaware it was you..’’ he whispered, taking a step back while you caught your breath, as well as the view.

He was in comfortable shorts, but the dim light was enough to scream at you that he was shirtless. You couldn’t help but look before the cold temperature in your hand reminded you that you had the milk and quickly moved to the counter.

‘’investigating? Nice to know you’d come to our rescue.’’ You lightly tease and pull out a glass from the cupboard.

‘’your rescue.’’ He corrected, his eyes having left to the side of the room a moment before he quickly clarified. ‘’I care less for the ones that have forced me here. You have merely offered your friendship away from the group.’’

‘’you don’t think I would have tried to stop you if I was part of the Avengers back then?” you teased, a topic the both of you were okay discussing. All offense would have gone out the window anyway when you noticed his eyes on your choice of outfit. ‘’I.. wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up..’’ you said quickly and moved yourself to the other side of the island counter with him right across. The least you could do was shield your ass.

‘’I couldn’t sleep.. I’m sure that is why you are up also?” he asked, his hands being rubbed at his sides while he felt his fingertips again. Everything about you pulled up those feelings he’s been trying to ignore, and your exposed flesh was not helping.

‘’yeah.. to many thoughts, figured I’d try a rumored remedy.’’ You shrug a little and place the cup into the microwave.

‘’what were you thinking about?” he asked, perhaps a little to quickly while your hand stilled form pressing the button.

You bit your bottom lip, kind of bringing yourself into this while you felt him stare at your back. Your cheeks reddened but you dare not move, let alone lie considering you were incapable of it.. he’d see right through anyway. ‘’..our friendship..’’

Loki held his breath, his palms being pressed to the top of the counter while he leaned forward, as if trying to see if he heard right while he forced his voice not to shake. ‘’..is there a problem?” he asked, almost lower than a whisper while you continued to have your back to him.

He knew damn well he was the problem. He’s been avoiding you, ignoring you in hopes to rid of the feelings rather than clarify them encase it risked rejection. It was childish, perhaps cruel, but he didn’t think he could bare it.. but distance hadn’t helped either, if anything- it made his feelings worse. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as one would put it. But now perhaps he had a chance to see how you truly felt, to see what you would say, to perhaps.. maybe.. just maybe..

‘’yes Loki.. I’m not sure what I did wrong..’’ you voice indicated hurt, feeling your vision going blurry while your nails dug into your palms.

Norns..

‘’I favor your friendship.. the only one I care keeping around here if life would have me cornered.. but I’m not sure what I have done wrong, you’ve grown cold.. distant, silent.. this right now is practically the longest conversation we’ve had in weeks.. and by your disappearance, it just shows how much I really miss you.. how much I cherish you around.. how much I.. how much I feel for you.. so if I’m helpless then tell me now’’ you whisper, your eyes blankly gazing at the microwave while you felt your hands begin to shake. You just confessed.. confessed to Loki and now you realize the risk you had taken. The fear of turning around, to face rejection, to hear him shoo you. How could he like you? How could he love you? The god tried taking over the world.. your world. You, a mortal, couldn’t possibly be seen in his sights if you are so far below him in his royal chain of stature. How could he..

The silence was almost maddening, drawn out by nothing and your body began to tense. Slow, you looked over your shoulder, finding him not there. Oh gods.. he left.. your breath hitched, turning yourself around to find yourself alone. ‘no..’ you felt your vision going blurry once more while you sniffed and turned yourself back to the microwave, only to practically jump when you felt two soft lips crash onto your own with determined hands stabilizing you by your waist.

The act surprised you both but Loki was quick to recover while his hands ran up to cup your cheeks, his desperate pressure moving to a softer one when you showed no signs of pulling away. He was gentle, his thumbs brushing your tears while you blinked to try to collect yourself. He was kissing you! The one thing you’ve longed for since you’ve both began to water your relationship!

Your hands shakily came up to his rest against his wrists, at first making his movement pause a moment as if you were to rip yourself from him before you suddenly pressed your lips against his more. Your eyes fluttered closed while you stood more on your tip toes, feeling his knees brush against your legs to indicate he was bending down to help accommodate as well.

A soft hum left his lips, a hand leaving your cheek to slowly move down to your waist and pull you closer, though leaning at the same time where your back was leaning against the counter. your heart fluttered, as did his and he forced himself to slowly pull away to look you in the eyes, the side of his pointing finger tipping your chin so you could look up into his soft eyes you could have sworn had been tearing.

‘’I never wanted to hurt you Y/N.. I only wanted to love you but was to afraid to know the possible truth that you might not feel the same.. I tried to rid of these feelings but discovered I went about this whole thing all wrong.. I’m sorry..’’ he confessed, his eyes pleading into yours while your hands rested on his shoulders, wide eyed but of understanding.

‘’it’s okay Loki.. we’re just going to have to make up for lost time..’’ you gentle teased, your teeth lightly capturing your bottom lip while your hands relished in the feeling of his smooth skin. You suddenly became aware of just how close you two were, how shirtless he was and how bare you practically where while he seemed to smirk and realize the same.

‘’well darling, if you wish to put away the milk.. I might have a remedy that just might do the trick with your sleeping problem.’’

‘’you have a sleeping problem too-‘’ you pointed out, avoiding eye contact before his hand moved your chin to face him again, his expression seductive yet playful.

‘’which is why I’m going to need your help as well..’’

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[monstersandgenderqueers]

Little Gifts (Part Six)

You slowly uncover more of Loki's secrets, while trying not to make one of your own too obvious.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader

Word count: 2854

A/N: What an awful week to have paid attention to the news. Anyway, if you're numb from the stress of it all like me, just uhm... think about Loki? It helps a little bit, I promise.

Divider credit @/saradika

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

You wake up in a cold sweat, the sheets tangled around your legs. No, you didn't have a nightmare. Not one that you remember, anyway. By all accounts, it was a perfectly pleasant dream, involving you and a wildflower meadow and someone lying on their back beside you, listening to the sound of the wind.

What woke you up was the persistent feeling that something was wrong. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Nothing looks wrong, at least, not at first glance.

You shouldn't be surprised that you're feeling this way, since it isn't the first time you've woken up feeling impending doom. Whenever you're left out of an assignment and peril looms in some remote corner of the Earth, you can never get rid of the horrible feeling that someone won't make it home.

The compound has been nearly empty for three days now, save for you and the essential personnel. Oh, and Loki, of course.

You were taken off the mission roster because of the flu, forcing you to stay in bed sick, which makes you even sicker with worry. You know that the people you care about are in grave peril, but there is absolutely nothing you can do from the compound.

Looking at your phone, you realize it's nearly three in the morning, several hours yet until sunrise. 

Well, there's no way I'm getting back to sleep now.

The worry makes you nauseated, as does the illness. You want to grab something to drink from the kitchen, and maybe something to eat, but the kitchen is so far away…

You stand and wrap a blanket around yourself and up over your head, with the blanket bunched in your fists to keep it from slipping off. With only your eyes visible, you leave your room and shuffle to Loki's.

The few paces to his door feel treacherous due to your dizziness. Nevertheless, you make it to his door and stick one hand out of your cocoon to knock.

It takes a few moments before you hear Loki's footsteps on the other side. When the door finally opens, you realize you might actually be intruding. The thought never occurred to you to not knock on Loki's door in the middle of the night.

She's glaring at you, with a black silk robe tied around her waist and her dark hair braided down one side. She looks simultaneously elegant and frazzled, which is a combination that does nothing to help you figure out if she's okay with this and she'll smile at you, or if you have to prepare yourself for an annoyed Loki.

With your blanket thankfully covering your heated face, you stammer, "Oh, uhm, sorry….."

She scowls as she raises a brow, "Are you aware of the time, little one?"

"Uhm… yes? Is that your actual question, or—"

"Why have you felt the need to wake me at this hour?"

"Oh, I uh… I thought you'd already be awake. You usually are… I mean, I assumed you're like Thor and that you need to sleep like once every week or something… but, I guess that was wrong, or maybe Thor was making a joke, or something, or…"

Her grip on the door tightens.

Oh no. I messed up really bad. It doesn't help that I can't say what I'm thinking without it getting all twisted up….

"Explain yourself," Loki huffs, a painted fingernail on the edge of the door.

Oh, those look nice! You try to keep certain thoughts from dominating over your other, more reasonable thoughts. "I… about what?"

"Explain why you're standing here in front of my door."

Oh. Duh.

"Oh. Uhm…" Now you feel really stupid, but since she's already awake, you feel that you might as well tell her. "I don't feel right."

"Yes, I'm sure illness will do that to you."

"No, I mean… well, yes, but I mean I'm worried and scared and I feel like something really bad has happened."

After a long, painfully silent moment, she opens her door wider and gestures for you to come in. You do, still keeping the blanket on. The room is just as bare as you remember, with the exception of several tall, black candles that provide the only light in the room. They must've been lit for a long time, because the wax is dripping and pooling on the side table, and it's still wet enough to reflect the flames.

She takes a seat on her bed, then pats the space beside her.

Feeling warm for unfortunately non-flu related reasons, you sit down.

"What is it that you're so afraid of, darling?" She asks, her earlier scowl erased and replaced with a look of concern, the lines between her brows seeming deeper from the dim candlelight. You've seen this look plenty of times on the others, and you are familiar enough with this expression to know what it is, it's simply surprising to see it on Loki.

You struggle to keep your thoughts in line, wondering how much you can tell her before she'll revert back towards annoyance and anger, "I think something bad happened on the mission."

"What do you mean? Have they contacted you?" Her face is still tight and tense, but not in the mean-Loki way.

"No, just… it's just a feeling. There's like a part of my brain that is absolutely certain that someone's been hurt badly."

She sighs, "I know you well enough to know that you know that your paranoia doesn't reflect real life."

"You're right. I do know that if something happened, the both of us would be well aware of it by now. But I can't stop feeling it no matter how hard I try, and a really big part of me is scared that this time my feelings will be right."

"I take it they've never been right?"

You nod, twisting your feet in little circles to mimic the spiralling of your thoughts.

"Perhaps your ill health is making it more difficult to get rid of these worries."

Sniffling unintentionally, you nod again, little tears budding in your eyes. Feeling silly and stupid, you barely notice the flash of green from the edges of your vision. Loki stands up, now wearing black pajamas. She extends her hand down to you and says, "Do I need to lift you, or can you walk down the hall with me?" It sounds like she's teasing, but sometimes her default tone is teasing.

"I can walk. I'm not that sick."

"Suit yourself." She motions for you to follow her, and you do.

When Loki crosses the threshold of his bedroom, he's back to his masculine form. Unable to stop yourself, you ask, "Why do you do that?"

"Hm?" He turns back to look at you.

"Transform like that. I mean… I didn't think gender fluidity was so… fast? No, I don't think that's what I'm trying to say…"

Ah! No! Why did I ask that? Ugh that's so rude! There's no backing out now…

He stares ahead as you follow him down the hall, mulling over your words. "It isn't completely because of identity, little one. Don't forget that I'm being watched." He looks directly at a camera as he passes, as if he's memorized the placement of each and every one.

"So you can only be one thing here in the compound, and you have to like… disguise yourself a bit when you go out? Did I get it totally wrong when I've asked about it before?"

"It's far more complex than that. All of Midgard is a prison to me, little one. The only freedom I have is picking and choosing which of my forms my jail keepers see."

Sadness swirls in your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Partly from empathy—Loki feels like he can't be himself in any form while he's here. The other part is that maybe Loki thinks you are one of his jail keepers. You could be nicer than anyone on this planet, but you're still of this planet. A human. The latter portion of sadness starts to take over the rest.

He really doesn't like me, then.

Is his kindness towards me just an act? Fawning?

The tears that had started budding a short while ago come back full force, but you're grateful that the part of the blanket still covering your face is absorbing the tears before they leave visible streaks.

Still, when Loki turns on the lights in the common room and faces you, he's concerned again. He sticks his hand beneath the part of the blanket that covers your forehead and holds his hand against your skin.

"You're terribly warm. Do you feel feverish?"

Maybe. You nod, not wanting him to think you're being foolishly emotional over anything that he's ever said and done.

Which you are not.

He asks, "When was the last time you had something to eat? Drink?"

You shrug, "Dinner last night, maybe?"

With a hand on your back, he guides you to the kitchen. "Tell me, where are the cures kept?"

"Cures?"

"Yes, for your illness."

"Uhm… we don't have any of those. Do you mean, like, medication?"

He sighs in exasperation. "No cures? Not even for the common ailments?"

"No? We don't have cures for anything like that…"

"Fine. We'll fix you the primitive way."

"You mean soup? Water? Flu medications?"

"Yes, yes, all of that." As you watch him fumble around the kitchen in a frazzled way that's very uncharacteristic, you feel your earlier misery melt into bubbly amusement. He pulls open drawers and messes everything up inside them to look for whatever it is he thinks will help.

Sighing, you open up one of the cabinets and pull out a can of soup. He simply stares at you with disgust.

"You are not eating out of a can."

"Well, there isn't any homemade soup, and I don't feel like cooking right now."

"Should I call for the chef?"

"She's at home, probably sleeping. The canned soup is fine, Loki. I have it all the time."

He doesn't bother hiding his disgust as the contents of the can fall into a bowl with a wet slurp. After the water is added and it's safely in the microwave, you turn to face him, rocking a little bit on your feet. "Is it really that gross?"

"Yes. I've disemboweled plenty of foes in my lifetime, and none compare to that… that sludge you're about to consume."

"Hm. I think you're being dramatic."

"Nonsense," he says, smirking.

You're about to take the bowl out of the microwave, but he does it for you.

"Careful, little one. It's hotter than the fires of Muspelheim."

"Muspelheim?"

"Yes. I'll tell you all about it while you eat."

You watch, mesmerized as the crown of the massive tree above you sways with the wind, the bright green leaves holding on for dear life as the same wind threatens to tear them from the branches. The coolness of the grass seeps in through your shirt, making you think for a split second that it might have been best to use a blanket to lie on the ground instead of just your clothes. But, you didn't think that far ahead when you ventured over. You saw the dappled sunlight on the lawn and the towering oaks and you thought it would be whimsical to bask in it.

It feels similar to some of the dreams you've been having lately. Only, there's a key thing missing. It would be perfect if—

The gentle touch of fabric against your cheek startles you. Turning your head to your right, you see Loki laying down a blanket before settling on his back. Once he's comfortable, with his arms crossed behind his neck, he tilts his head to look at you.

"Uhm… hi?" You mutter, sort of questioning why he's just plopped himself next to you.

"I couldn't find you at the party," he says, as if this explains all of the questions that were forming in your head. It doesn't, of course, and it only creates new ones.

"So…?"

"What I mean to say is that I was seeking your company and I couldn't find you. But I have now, clearly." He looks away from you when you fail to reply. "What is it that you're doing, exactly?"

"Crown-gazing."

"Crown-gazing?"

"Yes. The crown of the tree. You know, like a canopy of a forest but… singular?"

"Darling, I know what a crown is," he sighs and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he looks at you again. His eyes look clear in the dappled sunlight patches on his face. "What I meant was for you to explain why you are so called 'crown-gazing.'"

You shrug, the grass blades tickling your bare skin. "It's a nice activity for when I have had enough of the day."

"It's barely noon."

"I know." The sunlight reflects off the golden cuff Loki's forced to wear again. You sigh and ask, "Where's your security?"

He clenches his jaw, but then looks at you mischievously. "Well, little one… they still believe I am at the party."

You sigh and roll your eyes, making sure he sees your annoyance. "I don't want to get in trouble because you're breaking the rules. Besides, I thought you weren't able to do that kind of magic at all." You reach over and tap the bracelet on his wrist.

For a moment, you swear he looks hurt, but the expression washes away too fast for you to think about it for much longer. "I have no desire to remain at that 'cookout' any more than you do, apparently. I thought you didn't care for their rules, little one. Do you not trust me?"

"I do, it's just…" you keep your eyes trained on the leaves above. "If you get in trouble… Thor will take you back to Asgard, won't he?" You shift uncomfortably on the ground, the grass starting to bother you a bit more now that you're already irritated.

Loki's silent, gazing at the cuff on his wrist.

"Just how much magic are you able to use with that thing on, anyway?"

Loki sighs, "None at all."

"But—" He presses against two of the glowing runes and the whole thing pops open. He tosses it onto your belly, where you pick it up and inspect it. "I thought Thor fixed it so you couldn't take it off again…"

"My sweetheart, I've been able to take it off from the very moment it was put on." Loki holds eye contact with you, like he's begging you to understand what he's saying without words.

You splutter, trying to piece together what that could possibly imply, "But why are you here, then? Why aren't you literally anywhere else in the universe?" You get a little upset, the stress of your brief socializing at the party wore you down to the bone, and now your emotions are just leaking out with no chance of hiding them. "You say all the time that this place is your prison. If you hate it here so much then shouldn't you just go?"

He winces at the venom in your voice. You want to apologize, I didn't mean it that way, Loki, please don't be upset, don't leave, don't go, but you can't get rid of the anger fast enough. You feel like he's tricked you even though he hasn't done anything to upset you purposefully. And you know that, but it still feels like something he should have told you given all that you've told him. Especially since he's been using magic in front of you and Thor. This feels like something you should have been made aware of by at least one of the siblings.

Taking back the cuff and snapping it back on his wrist, he sits up with his back towards you and says, "I chose the least unbearable prison."

"But you can just run away—"

He whips his head around to face you, and for a moment you're struck by how pretty he looks with the sun highlighting his hair and his skin and his eyes and his—Loki interrupts your thoughts, "And go where?"

"You told me that you know where to hide from Odin, so—"

"Odin is not who terrifies me."

You stare at him, taking note of the tension in his face and how short his breaths seem.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "I didn't mean…. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, my sweetheart. I believe we are both a little on edge today." He lies back down beside you, but then shuffles further away from you. You turn to look, a little offended, but that feeling goes away when he pats the blanket beside him, inviting you to lie on the blanket with him. You scoot closer, getting comfortable in your new crown-gazing position.

He takes your hand, then, rubbing the back of your thumb with his. Your heart leaps from your chest, and that warm fuzziness returns, and for a moment you feel like you might be glowing the way the leaves are from the sun.

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[august-parker]

Stupid domestic Avengers headcanons because I love them 🫶

-Bucky sneezes like a kitten and everyone makes fun of him for it (not Steve because Steve has that dad sneeze where he basically just screams and he knows damn well Bucky will make fun of him harder) he sneezed infront of a victim as the winter soldier once and they made fun of him before they died, honestly absolute legend

-Tony is the easiest person to scare, literally hide behind a corner and jump out and he WILL shit himself and then act like nothing happened immediately after

-Loki is forced into community service after the alien attacks, so you'll casually find a God picking up trash or at the library helping kids with disabilities read <3 he hates every second of it (no he doesn't) and Thor thinks its fucking hilarious

-Natasha uses the fact she's the only women as a weapon and she WILL gut the Avengers with it. Anytime anyone questions her battle plan or says they can't do a favor for her she immediately goes "is it because I'm a girl? 😐" and they fall for it everytime ESPECIALLY Steve because he grew up surrounded by sexism and doesn't want Natasha to think he agrees with it. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss real shit

-anytime you enter a room you HAVE to look up and make sure peter isn't asleep on the ceiling or he WILL fall on you. Sometimes multiple times a day you'll hear the worlds loudest thud and then shortly after hear his "I'm okay! I'm good!" he fell on Tony once and never stopped apologizing since.

-there is a very large note on the kitchen microwave that reads: "DO NOT PUT LAB EXPERIMENTS IN THE MICROWAVE I WILL KILL YOU TONY -pepper <3" he uses the work around of acting like he's busy and asking someone else to do it for him, pepper beat the shit out of him after it explodes. Rest in peace Tony Stark

-the hulk shit talks to Bruce all the time, not about him but about other people, like when Tony has a "therapy Session" with him hulk is just absolutely destroying him in his mind. "GET REAL THERAPIST YOU CAN AFFORD IT >:(" Yes, yes he can hulk. sometimes he says something so mean it makes Bruce laugh out loud and him and Tony just stare at each other like "🫢😐"

-Steve taught peter 40s slang and now they (also Bucky) are insufferable, Tony will be scolding him for doing something stupid on patrol and peter will just go "this is bum rap >:(" que Tony just stareing at him like "????"

-pepper is the only sane person in that tower this isn't a headcanon, it's a fact.

-Tony goes to Clint for "dealing with kids" advice as he calls it (it's really parenting advice) and Clint makes fun of him but he does give him actually good advice which is cute to me :)

-Natasha dominates at Mario kart she will pass the person in last place (steve) and then make fun of everyone for sucking once she wins

-Everyone makes the fics of peter calling Tony dad accidentally but I think I'd be funny if he called Bucky or Steve dad on accident instead and Tony getting SO pissed about it, peter was leaving the tower that day and Steve walked through the doorway as he leaves so they bumped into each other, Steve apologizes and moves for peter to pass by and peter waves saying "bye dad!" and immediately pauses, his face goes red and he sprints away leaving Steve like ":0" and Tony like "WHAT THE FUCK"

-everyone takes turns planning "team training exercises" like making obstacle courses that they have to work together to get past, even if its just those Mario kart days it's team building one way or another. When it gets to Peter's turn he never takes it seriously, he forces everyone to make cookies using only those dinosaur hand grabbers and secretly records the whole thing which is just everyone screaming at each other, he makes a surprise dnd game and Steve Accidentally blows up Tony using fireball and Natasha is going around pickpocketing everyone she comes into contact with, Bucky gets emotionally attached with an NPC and literally abandons the actual mission Clint rolled a nat 20 on flirting with the villain and Bruce is the only one following the story line. He makes a Kahoot game forcing everyone to guess triva questions on each other like "what's Steve's favorite color?" or "how long have you all been friends so far?"

I have more but I'll probably separate them into a different post for now :)

[gorgeous777]

Variant, Loki x Fem. Reader

He forgot that you had variants too

A/N: Angst angst angst (_ _) How do we feel about a part 2? Let me know!

Enjoy!

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In his youth, Loki had floated around the pool of romance on a whim. He'd been with plenty of men and women. Even neither. It made no difference to him. They never stuck. For one reason or another. May it be his doing or the others. Ending was inevitable.

He was to busy for relationships anyway. He had Thor and his friends to go on grand quests with. That was far better than something as phony as love. Deep down though, he knew that he was just scared. Insecure to a few different capacities.

So he played games. Toyed around and ran away like the coward he was. He had his moments of emotional honesty with himself and broke down every once in a while over it. Nobody was really there for him. His mother was sure, but she was in the kind of way that a parent would be.

Not what he needed fully. And then there was Y/N. His personal maid since childhood. She was only two years younger than him. Next to family, she was his closest friend. There for him no matter the situation. He held her close to his heart, but not nearly close enough.

The fact of the matter was, the girl had been desperately in love with him. And for a long time running. He unconsciously loved her too, but his overbearing desire to prove himself to his father prevented those feelings from ever seeing the light of day.

It was the day that he found out he was a frost giant that the girl had worked up the courage to confess to him. By the time she had found him, he was an absolute disaster. Heartbroken over the lie that had been his life until now. He confided in her, and in her best judgment she went to assist the Jotuns.

So she headed down to the relect chamber to fulfill said intentions.

Unfortunately though, she hadn't told Loki her plan. She didn't get the chance to, as he had to go to Thor's coronation. So, he didn't tell the Jotuns she'd be there. Unaware of who she was and seeing her as a threat, the Jotuns killed her. He was crushed. Absolutely heartbroken.

It wasn't until then that he realized how much he loved her. He used her death to fuel his hatred. Instead of blaming himself, he blamed Odin. She would have never died if Odin hadn't kept what he really was from him for his entire life.

During his whole scape across the universe and attempting to take over Midgard, he at first kept up his using her death as motivation. But thinking about it only caused him to grow even more emotionally unstable than he already was. So he forced himself to forget about her entirely. And then he got arrested by the TVA.

Which was all fine and dandy when he reluctantly gave into working for them. Amidst all the chaos revolving the case around his one variant, there was still other general work to be done. And that was analyzing the new variants that came in along side Mobius.

Loki was sat at Mobius' cubicle, mindlessly messing around with a pen out of sheer boredom. He spun around in the chair, his eyes wandering the office space. They landed upon Casey who happened to be walking by. Seeing an opportunity to do literally anything, he took it.

"Casey!" Loki exclaimed quickly, "Casey Casey! Stop, stop a moment!" His awkward co-worker came to a halt, turning to look at him. Casey seemed confused. He pointed at Loki, "What are you doing here?"

"What? What do you mean? There's literally nothing for me to do right now"

"I thought Mobius told you..? Another variant came in. You're supposed to be with him right now"

"What?!" Loki sprung to his feet. Another Variant? He had no idea. However, he certainly wasn't going to miss anymore of the action. It had to be better than doing what he just was.

"Uh yeah.. They're already in the time theater"

Wasting no further time, he booked it to the time theater. He got there rather quickly, but was stopped by B-15 at the door. She put a hand on his chest, forcing him to a stop.

"Uh-uh. Nope. Analyzers only."

Loki scoffs, putting his arms up in exasperation.

"I am a real analyzer. C'mon. Let me through"

"No, you are a Variant. Nice try"

"Ah." Loki smiles with a firm nod, "Right. In that case:" He quickly shoves past B-15 and bursts into the time theater.

"Loki no!" The slam of both doors being thrown open instantly caught the attention of Mobius and the variant sitting across from him. Loki strutted further into the room, B-15 quickly following after him.

"Mobius! Why didn't you tell me there was a variant to be analyzed? Aren't I meant to be learning from you or did the Time Lords change their bigoted minds?"

"Loki? No, no. What are you doing in here? B-15, come on man, what the heck?"

"He shoved right past me! I tried to stop him!"

"Oh let's be civil. What's the big deal in me-"

Then his eyes landed on you. Sitting there in the TVA jail uniform and collar looking confused. The words died in his throat and his feet stopped moving. In the same moment, your gazes met. E/C eyes staring dead into his. Eyes he hadn't seen in years.

His heart lurched in his chest. How could it have slipped his mind that she'd have variants too? Every single suppressed memory and thought of her suddenly flooded to the front of his mind. That's all there was. All he could see was you.

"...oki!" A faint voice echoed in his ears. "Loki!" He snapped out of his trance, his gaze flicking to a mildly panicked Mobius.

"Loki, c'mon go. You can't be in here"

"What? No. Mobius-"

"No. I know who she is just as well as you do. She is not the same person. She is a variant"

"You think I don't know that?!"

"Of course you don't! I saw the way you were looking at her! C'mon"

As Mobius spoke, he placed a hand on the back of his friend, turning them around and attempting to usher Loki out the door. Then another voice cut into the conversation: yours.

"What's going on?"

Both the men froze up and tensed. You didn't fully understand what was happening right now. Being arrested for a crime against time was overwhelming enough as it was, and now this? Your day was just going beautifully. Mobius look back at you, continuing to usher Loki to the door.

"Uh- Nothing Y/N. Just telling my assistant here that his presence isn't needed right now"

"Assitant?!"

Baffled by Mobius' gall, Loki pulled away from the grey haired man.

"I am not your assistant!"

"Okay look, assistant or not, can we please get on with this? Today has been extremely stressful and you two seriously aren't helping"

Mobius, mildly stunned by your statement, blinks. After a big pause of silence, he responds.

"Uh- Yeah, yeah. Just give us ten seconds alright? Loki, a moment please?"

The raven haired man gave you one more backwards glance before going out into the hallway with Mobius. Once the double doors shuttered closed, Mobius smacked Loki in the arm.

"What do you think you're doing Loki?!"

"Me?!"

"Yes!"

"I haven't done anything!"

"Haven't done-" Mobius cut himself off in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. A deep sigh left him and he lowered his hand. "I know you. And I know who you think she is. But news flash! She's a variant! That is not the Y/N you know!"

"I know that!"

"Do you? Do you really?"

"Yes!"

"Loki, I saw the way you were looking at her. This is exactly why I didn't tell you about this case because I knew-"

"Mobius, I can handle it. I can handle being around her. I'm- It's been years. I'm fine"

Fine. Such a flippant word. The definition both often varying and used in incorrect mannerisms. Loki's claim was a prime example of that. And Mobius couldn't be more aware of it. Despite his awareness, hesitation etched itself into the tracks to his train of thought.

If there was anyone who believed in Loki, it was him. Why should right now be an exception? It shouldn't. He held hope for and believed in his friend. All those walls screaming to tell his friend that he couldn't take his word began to crumble. And so, he relented. Placing one hand on his hip and the other on the side of his head, Mobius gave an answer.

"Okay fine. But I'm not letting you two alone. Got it?"

"Got it. Now, shall we?"

"Yes we shall"

The two men reentered the time theater, instantly catching your attention. You look at Loki, but his gaze nearly refused to meet yours. Not fully, at least. Strange, he seemed to cocky when he bursted in only a minute ago. Now he was almost cowardly. Perhaps he was before and you just misread him.

"Sorry about that Y/N, looks like Loki's gonna stay after all. Now, where were we?"

Mobius resumed his seat across from you while Loki stood next to the man. Your curious stare remained on him as you fought to come up with an answer to Mobius' question.

"Uh.. You were showing me what could have been if I hadn't created that nexus event"

"Yes that's right, thank you"

With the click of a few keys, the holograph continued its show. Reluctantly, you tore your attention away from Loki and returned it to the cinematographic 'should've beens'. It would be crucial to mention that your nexus event was small. Or something that should have been. A meaningless break of your morning routine.

Just once. Skipping your stop at the coffee shop you made every day on your way to work. You were running low on funds and had gotten enough sleep the night before to function without coffee. So why not save a few bucks and get to work early? Unfortunately though, not buying that coffee ended up being a crime against time.

Ironic, given your intentions. Mobius went on to show you how if you would have gone into that coffee shop, you would have met a man. Loki. Or, his variant to your timeline. You recognized him immediately. It made you a bit uncomfortable. When his face popped up in the hologram, you and Loki shared a look. Suspicion from you, heartache from him.

The two of you were meant to bump into each other and both of your drinks to poor all over you. He was going to be angry at first, then get a good look at you and falter. You'd end up apologizing mutually, and cracking a few horrible flirty attempts of jokes. This would make you late to work. And make him miss his deadline to turn in paperwork.

Paperwork which was the final, crucial step for him to officially run for president. That stopped him from winning the election, or even running for that matter. As well as keeping him from turning the country into the next best thing to hell. Instead the two of you would fall in love. Albeit over time and a series of long, awkward drawn out dates: the evil wouldn't come.

Only you went and crated that nexus event. Costing both yourself and him the loves of your lives, but the peace of the country. It was a lot to take in. Seeing yourself look so.. happy. So complete. With the same man only a few feet away no less. At some point, tears had begun to slip from your eyes. It was only when one soaked through your jumper when you noticed.

This was weird.

"So, how do you feel?"

You look over at Mobius, pain and confusion making up your expression. Lifting a pointed finger to the frozen hologram of you and that Loki dressed in your wedding attire you answered.

"Is that real?"

"Real as you and me"

Disbelief mixed with a little bit of something else twisted your insides. No wonder it was a crime. You took away your own life. Or at least, that's how you saw it.

"I feel.. sick."

Loki listened and watched just as intently as you had. To every word Mobius spoke. To every image shown. Was it cursed that he'd lose you in every timeline as well? Cruel was the person behind this all.

"Yeah, I bet. This kinda stuff can get pretty sickening. I-"

"Can I have a moment, please?"

Your request caught Mobius a little off guard. Still, what you just saw was a lot to handle. Needing a bit of space to process wasn't against the laws of time.

"Sure," He stood, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder, "we'll just-"

"No!”

Both men looked at you in befudlement.

"I'm sorry, I just.. Can he stay? I mean, that had to been hard for him to see too. If he's in a similar boat, y'know?"

"Uhh.." This wasn't good. But, he could see just how badly Loki wanted the same thing as you. A heavy sigh left Mobius. "Yeah. Though, I can't leave you two alone for long. Got it?"

All you could do was nod in response. Mobius gave Loki's shoulder a squeeze, getting the man's attention. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping so as not to reach your ears. "Don't do what I think you're gonna, okay?" Loki returned a silent promise of confirmation. Mobius didn't like this. Not one bit. He knew the stakes at risk here by doing this. Either way, he left the room and you two all alone.

The echo of his departing footsteps followed by the door shutting sounded much louder than it realistically was. What now?

[alostlovergirl]

Hi, I wonder if you’re still taking request but anyways if you are what if reader grew up with Thor and Loki as well but she was meant to marry Thor and instead she chose Loki and maybe it’s like a forbidden relationship? Maybe add some smut? Maybe they do it somewhere in a room where people on the other side and he’s telling her to be quiet because people will hear?

Too Sweet For The God of Mischief

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Slight confession, jealousy, some selfishness from Loki, angst, comfort, foreshadowing to a bad relationship with Thor, arranged marriage, neither are good, the reader is kind of a helpless victim, smut, slight objectification of reader, misogyny, Loki taking advantage of the reader's vulnerability, losing of virginity, not proof read, etc.

Author's note: I am so sorry this took so long for me to get out. I ended up getting really sick at the worst possible time and had no energy to do anything. I really hope you enjoy this, and I'm sorry if my writing is a little rusty; it's been a while.

WC: 2809

She was so sweet. Always talking in such a sweet voice, even when interacting with that doofus he called a brother. See, the God of Mischief, Loki Laufeyson himself was weak in the knees for such a goddess. A goddess from the land Alfheim, the land of the elves. Loki always considered himself to be too good to ever go after an elf, which is why when his mother proposed to him at such a young age to marry an elf princess, he rejected her with quickness. Then, she came along in his life when they were young, only a couple hundred years old and being promised to his older brother, Thor Odinson. By the Gods, she had his little heart captured in the palm of her hands. She was destined to become the next Queen of Asgard through the marriage of the oldest son and Loki desperately wished that he could change his answer to her proposal of marriage.

Even when they were young, she held herself with such poise and grace, that he feared that he might be too unstable for her. He was the God of Mischief… how could such a calm girl handle him? As they grew older, she paid more attention to him than she ever did to his brother, causing a deep friendship to grow and she became a shoulder for him to lean on. Especially when the family problems started and when he found out he was adopted, she was there for him, even if he tried to push her away. She was simply too sweet for the God of Mischief.

It has been years at this point. The marriage of the God of Thunder and The Goddess was finally being fulfilled after hundreds of years. And all Loki could feel was jealousy and regret. Why couldn’t he bring himself to tell her? Or at least try to reverse the decision he made when he was a stupid child, not understanding the importance of this day. His oaf of a brother was marrying this beautiful, calm, intelligent and graceful woman that has ever invaded his mind. Even after so many years, she was still holding onto his heart without her knowing.

Like now, he was watching her prepare. She was dressed down in a cream wedding dress, pastel-colored flowers in her hair and beautiful jewels adorning her neckline. She was practicing her vows to give herself away to Thor, her soft voice wavering slightly with some sadness and nervousness. Hearing her so scared only made his heart ache in ways he never thought it would. So, for the first time in a while after finding out he was adopted, he decided he would try to comfort her.

“Nervous...?” His voice seemed to scare her with the way she jumped and clutched her crumbled paper of vows to her chest. She looked back at him, her eyes filled with shock and tears. His heart ached worse when he saw the tears, wondering why she was crying and what Thor had done this time.

Thor was no equipped to handle such a fragile beauty as herself… but neither was he. Both were emotionally unstable in different ways. Loki was cruel and would probably harm her for no reason only to satisfy his need to make her feel below him. Thor was too... reckless with someone like her. Seeming to only care about getting the throne, fighting off big enemies to the palace and getting shit faced drunk. He couldn’t handle nor give her the care that she would need in their relationship and Loki could see that from a mile away.

She didn’t answer his question at first, seeming scared to say anything. Loki simply closed the door, cutting off the sounds of guards and handmaidens running around trying to find Thor only hours before the wedding was to take place. He clicks the latch closed, locking the world out and as soon as he did that, he watched her collapse to her knees.

“Oh... Loki...” She said his name with such despair, her voice barely containing her emotions. “We had another fight… I don’t know how to please him...”

“There is no pleasing the God of Thunder. He is just as selfish as me… that’s the way father made the both of us.” He walks towards her, pacing his footsteps carefully and placing a gentle hand on her neat hair. She was all made up to be the perfect wife to the God of Thunder and yet, she couldn’t muster a smile on her lips. He sits near his friend, pulling her into him and letting her collapse into the little comfort he can provide. “Poor thing. He has you so upset; you are practically gripping onto me.”

She sobbed into Loki, shaking like a leaf and hiccupping. She felt so guilty for gripping onto another man for comfort, but her soon to be husband is such a brute. It was only a matter of time until she angered Thor enough for him to do something brash to her. She could stop this marriage, not walk down the aisle, but she would disappoint her parents so much. She couldn’t risk disappointing her parents or her people by not sucking it up and marrying Thor. She had no right to do anything less than her mother when it comes to marriage.

“You must fight for your marriage. It will turn out better than you expected.” It’s what her mother did and soon her father started treating her mother better. She was already trying to fight for her marriage, and it was getting her nowhere, but hurt feelings.

Loki pets her head, being careful to not get his rings tangled in her hair and mess up the perfect braids the women fussed over. “Shh… calm down, pet. You shouldn’t cry on your wedding day…” He knew she had every reason to cry right now, but he didn’t know how else to comfort the poor girl. He never usually comforted her because it was the other way around, but he just wanted to hold her. This is the closest he has ever gotten to her. The way she was curled up into his side like she was trying to crawl up into his suit to escape this marriage.

“Look at me.” He says softly, tilting her head up to look at him. By the nine realms, she looked pitiful. Tears streaming down her rosy cheeks, puffy red eyes lips and a look on her face that just made his heart ache even more. He wished he was marrying her. He wasn’t any better and might hurt her just as bad as Thor, but he knew better than to argue with a woman on her wedding day. He cupped her pretty face between his large palms, brushing his thumbs against her eyes and wiping away the tears. “Don’t cry. You are going to make it through this marriage… and you will always have me right here by your side.”

She sniffled, trying to smile at his words of comfort, but she just couldn’t. She just looked at him as tears filled her eyes again, ready to fall down her cheeks and continue to make wet marks into the lace of her dress. She would have continued to cry if she hadn’t been caught off guard by such an action as an unexpected kiss.

Even if she was crying, it was like he couldn’t stop himself. He had to kiss her, even if it was one time and even though she was still going to marry his brother, he needed her to know. He pulled her into a kiss. He poured all his feelings into the kiss, tilting his head and tasting the sweet cherry of her lip-gloss. He pulled back from the kiss, resting his head against hers and feeling the grip on his suit grow even tighter. “Oh, how I wish I was marrying you…” he breathed into her face, letting her feel his own emotions in just how he was talking. He was so jealous… so jealous that Thor got to keep this beauty to himself… and Loki just wanted to taste his brother’s prize.

Her tears had stopped falling and she stared at Loki with such wide, sad eyes. She didn’t even get time to react before another kiss was pressed against her willing lips. He tasted like berries and alcohol, like he had been drinking all the pain away since he woke up this morning. Did she really miss how her friend had been feeling all this time?

She should feel guilty for kissing another man on her wedding day, but Loki’s lips were providing such comfort to her right now, that she couldn’t stop herself. She buries her fingers into his hair, tugging on the soft strands as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. His kisses were slow and long, conveying emotions that he couldn’t express with his words. It was unlike Thor’s kisses, short and always distracted.

He laid her back on the floor, gripping her plush thighs and making them spread enough for him to fit in between. He pressed sweet kisses along her chin, neck and collarbone, not daring to leave a mark on the bride to be. She was gripping onto his suit so tightly, letting out little whimpers and moans, her mind too fuzzy to even remember what she was crying about. Loki wanted nothing more than to ravish her body and leave her a mess for Thor to put back together, but he had to be gentle. Leaving marks or bruises will only make Thor angrier and he rather not the girl he loves suffers from Thor’s wrath.

They had to be quick. Loki already heard more guards than last time roaming around the halls and Thor’s loud talking. They had found the prince, and the wedding ceremony was moving ahead as quick as possible. He pulled back from making her breathless with kisses and looked at her with a serious face. “You must stay quiet... you cannot alert the guards or the ladies in waiting of what we are doing in here.” He had a hand over her mouth, making sure she understood the situation that they were in. If they were caught, it was going to be hell to pay. All they need to know is that Loki is comforting the crying soon to be bride and needed a minute to calm her down. Not that he was about to take her innocence right now before Thor had a chance.

She nodded and everything started to move so quickly. Loki’s pants were coming undone, and her panties were basically ripped off her. Loki pulled her legs more open and hiked her dress up, presenting him with such a pretty cunt that he almost dived in before preparing her. He drags his thumb along the outline of her cunt, feeling her shiver against him and close her eyes. “Shivering already? Such a pretty thing...” he breathes to himself, dragging two fingers against her cunt and watching her squirm under him.

He sunk one finger into her, feeling her warmth wrap around his finger and practically pulling him in. She whined softly, making him cover her mouth again with a firm hand. He added another finger, pumping his fingers in her in a scissoring motion, her wetness collecting around his rings. She was desperately trying to hold back her moans, but she could already feel herself spinning in pleasure.

He pressed his fingers knuckles deep and she gripped onto his sleeves, whimpering his name under his hand. He was shushing her gently and continuing to pump his finger, letting the wetness gather up enough in her cunt. He pulled his fingers out, watching her pussy gush slightly with slick. She watched him lick his fingers like she was a rare delicacy, groaning at the sweet taste of the woman he couldn’t have.

Leaning down, he moved his hand and pressed a soft kiss to her quivering lips before covering her mouth again. “I’ll have to taste you another time, darling.” He promised her that there was going to be another time before moving for the main event.

 “Take a deep breath.” Was his one instruction before he pressed his cock into the warmth of her unclaimed pussy, grunting at the tightness and watching her squirm under him from the stretch. He moves a hand from her thigh to her stomach, holding her down and pressing in deeper. Gosh, she felt so good… she was gripping him so tightly and it only made him feel more jealous that Thor is going to ruin this anytime he wants.

All she could feel was heaviness in her stomach and painful pleasure. She held onto Loki’s sleeves, tears pricking the corner of her eyes and her legs tensing up completely. She could hear him telling her to breathe and calm down but damn she didn’t expect it to be so big. She felt him pull out and press right back in, eliminating some pain with the thrust. She felt a loud moan tear itself out of her throat and he pressed his hand down firmer on her mouth, trying to keep her quiet.

It took a second, but when it started to feel good, she felt like she was on cloud nine. Her desperate moans and whines were muffled against Loki’s hand as he fucked her into the cold floor of her dressing room. She moved her hands from his sleeves to his arms, dragging her fingernails against the nice fabric of his suit. She could see his face through the tears, and he looked like he was enjoying this more than she was. Eyes closed and desperately holding back moans of his own, he moved his body closer.

He leans over her, covering her in his warmth and rocking his body against hers. She rocked her hips up, feeling him nudge against her cervix. She was panting, her breathing shaking and more whines filling up the room as Loki continued to tell her to be quiet. How the hell was she supposed to stay quiet when he is so deep inside of her? It was nearly impossible for her to hold back cries of his name.

A thin layer of sweat was appearing on her body, making some of the body shimmer come off her body and some of it rub against his suit, but he couldn’t care less. He’d play it off like he gave her a hug that lasted way too long. He was almost there, and it was good timing because the handmaidens were starting to knock on the door, calling for the bride. They probably needed to fix her makeup before the wedding and Loki started to speed up his hips.

“Just hold on for me..., just hold on for me…” he grunted, feeling her dig her nails deeper into his suit and whimper into his hand. He could see her eyes rolling back as he rolled his hips rougher, trying not to hurt the poor thing. Her thighs were trembling against his hips, and she was arching her body into him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she shook her head, wanting his hand off of her mouth.

He groans softly into the nape of her neck, trying to stay quiet as the knocking got louder and harsher. “Just a minute! I am trying to calm her down!” Loki yelled at the handmaidens at the door, trying to finish as quickly as possible. He could hear the women talking before they stopped knocking, but they were still standing at the door. He pressed his hand a little firmer, panting softly as she tightens around him.

She was really struggling to keep still, squirming and shaking under him, pushing her hands on his chest from the pure overstimulation that was making her eyes go back into her head. The pain and the pleasure were mixing together, leaving her drooling into his hand. She felt Loki bury himself deep before he finally pulled out, pulling her up by her face. “Open, fuck open your mouth...” he whispered, and she obeyed, opening her mouth. He pushed into her mouth and held her there, unleashing his load into his mouth.

He couldn’t breed Thor’s little wife just yet. He would leave that for another time.

It took a few moments before Loki appeared at the door. He was dressed neatly, and his hair was combed down, like he didn’t just completely leave the poor girl behind him shaking. “She’s all yours, ladies.” He puts on his mischievous smile before walking past the ladies, leaving a put together wife that was weirdly out of breath and flushed in the face.

He wasn’t giving her up that easily.

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onyx pt2

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Summary: Thor's return to the Compound reveals that your new pet kitten wasn't quite what you thought he was

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: language (it's like 2 cuss words but i'm still not sorry, Rogers); the lightest sprinkle of angst [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: himbo Thor hours

You couldn't believe what you were hearing from Thor. Implying that the sweet tiny kitten on your shoulder was actually the god that wouldn't even spare you a single glance sideways. The one that barely even registered that you existed.

"Thor no. It can't be. This little bub is small and baking biscuits on my cheek. He purrs. He's cat-shaped. Onyx is a cat. He's my cat. And right now you're scaring him being all up in his face like this. I say this with so much love…Thunder? Back the fuck off." Your kitten shivered even harder as he snuggled into your neck, keeping his little face buried in your hair.

"Lady Y/N, I know my brother's eyes anywhere. Especially after he disguised himself as a snake when we were merely eight years old and--"

"Changed back and stabbed you. Bleh it's me. I know the story, Thunder," you finished for him, suddenly exceedingly aware of the weight of maybe-Onyx-maybe-Loki on your shoulder despite the tiny feline frame. "But I'm telling you there's just no way that my cat is--"

You looked into Onyx's eyes and immediately your shoulders dropped, realizing that it wasn't a coincidence that his eyes were a familiar shade of blue. Thor was right; he knew his brother's eyes anywhere. The kitten embraced your face, pressing his nose to your cheek repeatedly.

"Onyx, look at me." He stilled against your cheek, his wide pleading eyes looking into yours with something that looked akin to resignation. "You were hissing at FRIDAY and Shaun about getting chipped because you understood everything we were saying. Am I right?" He didn't move, the pupils in his eyes growing wider and the corners of his eyes starting to fill with tears. "Because you're Loki?"

He took a deep breath, this little chest puffing up with air and suddenly looking significantly less cat-like than he did a minute ago. Onyx -- actually, Loki -- pressed his face to your cheek again, the action now making your breath hitch in the back of your throat. Then finally he nodded,  and the air left your lungs.

You walked over to  your apartment, Thor's heavy footsteps following just behind you, and placed Onyx/Loki on your desk in front of a notepad and a pen. "Talk." He looked up at you again with those wide pleading eyes. "Please," you added, unsure of what to feel now that the last few hours you spent with your newfound pet was being colored with the context of who he actually was.

Too many thoughts, too many questions, floated around your head, nearly overwhelming you, as your last round of pain meds began to wear off and the discomfort you were feeling gradually became a throbbing pulsating sensation throughout your left side.

Most of them revolving around why he acted the way that he did in this tiny form with you, and how long this could have gone on if Thor hadn't revealed his identity within ten seconds of seeing him. The blond god pulled out a chair for you to read along as Loki's green magic surrounded the pen and words began to form on the paper.

I made a misstep while practicing my magic and cast a spell that turned me into this diminutive feline form. I had exited my quarters earlier today to find assistance in retrieving the spell I require to reverse its effects.

"Hold on." The pen stopped mid-stroke, the cat looking at you with your hand held up. "If you can make things move with your mind, why couldn't you just get the spell book--"

"Grimoire," Thor corrected you. "He gets a bit testy when you use the other word."

"Right then, why couldn't you just move the grimoire down and reverse the spell on your own?" The pen lifted again, you and his brother crowding around the paper to read his answer.

When I scale down my form to something so vulnerable, my magic is not as potent. In theory the grimoire is only just at the limit of my powers' reach in this form and I run the risk of crushing myself with the tome.

"Loki, are you telling me you need help reaching the top shelf?" Thor chortled at the question, sounding like he was struggling to keep his chuckles at bay. "Can it, Thunder, it's not that funny." The cat nodded at you, starting to stand on his back legs again. "Okay, so why not ask your brother? He's way taller than me."

"Oh that I can answer for him, Lady Y/N," he quipped, raising his own hand up in the air. "My brother doesn't trust me around his possessions. Something about how I have a tendency to break his things."

"You know what, that tracks," you muttered, standing and presenting the kitten your hand. "Come on then, let's get you back to normal." He hopped onto your hand and you were about to put him on your shoulder before you stopped, keeping him perched on your hands instead. He meowed at you, starting to climb up your arm before you picked him up again, keeping him in your hands.

"Think my brother wants to be on your shoulder, Lady Y/N. Seemed quite comfortable there," Thor spoke up, letting out a soft chuckle when the kitten started nodding enthusiastically, agreeing with him. "Perhaps you should--"

"I let him stay there earlier because he was my cat," you shot back. "Now he's your brother, it's not the same thing." He whimpered, his little cat body shaking in your hands, taking every ounce of strength you could spare not to give in and just place him back there. He kneaded at your palms the entire way to his apartment, Thor carrying around your stepping stool.

You all got to Loki's study, setting him down on the desk as he guided you to the grimoire he needed, shaking his head at each tome on the shelf that you'd pointed at so far.

"My word, Brother, your attention to detail in these sketches is remarkable, you even got--" Loki hissed at his brother, who was currently standing by a stack of journals, a small sketchbook in his hand. "Alright alright I desist. I shall take my leave. You shall be the one to divulge this information once you are yourself again."

The blond Asgardian's heavy footsteps sounded throughout the apartment until he left, then a few moments afterward you faintly heard his booming voice as he rejoined the rest of the team. You pointed at another grimoire that finally had him nodding his little head, stepping aside on the desk to make room for you to set it down.

"Okay then," you spoke up once you stepped back down to the ground, suddenly feeling more awkward as you stood alone with him in his apartment. "I'll uhh…I'll leave you to it."

You made it to the door of his study before you heard his tiny meow again, seeing him standing on his back legs at the edge of his desk, grabby hands outstretched towards you.

"I'll see you when you're…you again. Later, Loki." The sound of his little meows tugged at your heartstrings, nearly making you turn around and…honestly you didn't even know why he'd want you there with him but you'd stay if only to wipe the sad look from his face. You couldn't deny the adorable little cat much anyways in the hours he was yours.

Then again, you probably couldn't deny him anything in his Asgardian form, either.

An hour after you walked out of Loki's apartment you were hobbling your way back to yours, having eaten enough to take your next round of medications and toting a compound that Banner whipped up in his lab that could maybe help your injuries heal a touch faster. You had half a mind to just cut the sweatshirt off of you once you got inside to avoid the lingering discomfort, but ultimately decided against it.

That wasn't a good enough reason to let a perfectly good forest green sweatshirt go to waste.

You were about to start using the compound on your ribs first when a voice stopped you. "Darling…"

That voice. You recognized that voice anywhere. Giving you butterflies whenever you heard it in mission briefings. Haunting your vivid fantasies regardless of the time or appropriateness. The voice that had you incapable of forming words on any other day.

"Good to see you back," you said, trying to keep your composure around the god.

You reached for your sweatshirt again to cover yourself from his piercing stormy gaze, but before you could, he stood before you, his hand gently grasping your arm while the other rested on your waist. "I received a message from my brother while I was in my feline form, asking if I could check on your injuries. Aid in your healing somehow, if I feel inclined. His words, not mine." Your breath hitched when his thumbs stroked at your skin more tenderly than any of your former lovers had ever touched you. "I would have done it regardless."

Your pulse was thumping in your ears from his proximity, from the way he held your gaze. From the way he held you like he was fighting every urge to pull you to him. Like he would let you step out of it if that was what you wanted.

But all you wanted at the moment was to ask him, "Why didn't you tell me who you were the second you saw me in the pantry?"

The journal Thor was holding earlier materialized on your desk, diverting your attention to the open page. Probably the page that he was commending earlier that made the raven-haired god hiss at him in cat form. The image on the page had the air leave your lungs.

It was a sketch of you.

"My refusal to look at you before was not from disdain, little mortal," he spoke, taking a step closer to you, his hand traveling up your arm and framing your face. You could feel his breath on  your skin. "It was because every time I would look upon your features, I had to fight back every compulsion to do this."

He tucked his finger under your chin, turning you to face him before pressing a tender kiss to your lips that had you weakening in his hold, your stomach violently fluttering as his lips moved against yours. You whimpered against his lips, making him pull you into his arms, weaving his fingers into your hair.

"I've longed for you, precious mortal," he whispered once he pulled away, pressing kisses along the side of your face while you caught your breath. "To know the taste of your lips on mine. The feel of your supple body pressed against me." He kissed you again, lifting you off your feet and carrying you deeper into your apartment. Into your bedroom. He laid you down on your bed, briefly licking into your mouth before pulling away, making light wash over the room with a wave of his hand. "May I heal you, darling?"

Words failed you at the sight of him hovering over you, eyes wide and pleading as he looked on at the bruises and cuts that colored the left side of your torso. You wordlessly nodded your head to grant him the permission he needed to go forward, giving you a soft smile before he leaned down and pressed his lips to your bruises.

"Much better," he breathed out, nipping at your skin before moving his hands down to the waistband of your leggings, lips traveling down to your thigh and kissing you over the fabric. "Once I have seen to your injuries, you should know that I have every intention to make you mine." He kissed you just below your belly button, humming against your skin as you squirmed underneath him, deft hands working the tight fabric down your legs. "If you wish to be, that is."

"I do," you gasped out, ceasing to give a flying fuck how desperate and wanton you sounded at the moment. "I'm yours, I'm all yours."

He smiled against your skin, kissing away at the injuries you sustained on your left leg before making his way back up your body. "You've no idea how delighted I am to hear those words from you, my darling." You felt what remained of your clothing melting away along with his, your moan when skin met skin muffled by him slanting his mouth over yours.

You woke up the next morning to the feel of Loki's nose brushing against yours, pressing kisses along your face until you let out a soft giggle from his attentions. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Your response had him running his fingers along your sides, turning you into a squirming giggling mess as you tried to wrestle your way out of his hold. "Good morning, Onyx."

A/N: I heavily debated w/ myself if I was gonna put smut in this but ultimately decided not to because it's a fluff story and I wanted it to stay a full fluff story 🥴 Just know that he did, in fact, give her plenty a mango ride 😏😏

This is probs the last story I'll post for 2023, so I'm gonna wish you all a Happy New Year and here's to the whorish insanity we'll all get up to in 2024. I have a whole lot planned out, starting with more horny bitches cuts and…a certain celebration I've been putting off because I'm drowning in a sea of WIPs 😂

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X-men au

Marvel rivals

Character interactions but this time other characters mentioning Jaune in there dialogues

Magneto: Ah, Logan, I'm looking for Jaune, have you seen him?

Logan: No, and why are you looking for him? Wanna try to kill him again?

Magneto: Heaven's no, I just want to hear more about my grandchildren

Logan: Yeah? Well, how about you ask Wanda, she's capable of handling you in case you decide to change your mind.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Johnny: Hey, Ben, you think we might be able to find Jaune's world in this whole Multiversal Madness?

Thing: Don't know, Johnny, but maybe it's good for the kid,

Johnny: Yeah, I mean, he talks about Remnant a lot... but you think any of his female friends are single?

Thing: *Sigh* Really, Johnny?

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Wanda: I'm worried, Emma, I can't find Jaune anywhere

Emma: I'm sure wherever he is, he's alright

Wanda: Perhaps... I just don't want to lose him again

Emma: I know, but I promise you we won't, we'll find him, I'm sure.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Hela: Ah, Thor, tell me... have you seen my dear knight around?

Thor: Begone Hela, I will not let you sink your claws into Jaune once again!

Hela: Aw, but he and I had so much fun~!

Thor: For you perhapes, but not for him...

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Logan: Wanda, how's Jaune holding up?

Wanda: He's holding up Logan, but he's been distant...

Logan: I don't blame him; I know how it feels to have your mind messed with

Wanda: I just wish he talked to me...

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Magneto: Does the version of me allow you to date a human?

Wanda: No, he's tried to kill Jaune every chance he got.

Magneto: Can you blame him? After all Human's have done to us, I do not blame him.

Wanda: And what about what we've done to innocent humans? you give them a reason to be scared of us... Jaune showed me that.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Emma: What is your Jaune like? Is he as annoying as mine?

Logan: Heh, so I guess, you two always have beef in every universe, because mine always give you a headache.

Emma: Fantastic...

Logan: Don't be like that, despite how you act, you still like the guy

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Wanda: YOU! How dare you show yourself to me!

Hela: Come now Wanda, there's no need for hostilities, we're allies now, are we not?

Wanda: I will never be allies with you! Not after all you've done to my family!

Hela: Such a shame... but I guess once this is over, I'll just have to take your husband for myself again!

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Captain America: Arc's a good soldier and a good man

Logan: Yeah, reminds me of you, honestly

Captain America: Heh, Is that why you like him?

Logan: Pretty much, I mean, I don't like the kid because he's got a sense of humor

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Loki: I don't understand why you like that Knight so much, Brother

Thor: He's got a warrior's heart, brother! How can I not like him!

Loki: I suppose that should've been obvious to me

Thor: Yes, it should've! Ha!

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Emma: Jeff, why have you been spending so much time with Jaune?

Jeff: *Internal Thoughts* He's been feeding me extra streaks!

Emma: Has he now? Well than, I guess I'll have to talk to him

Jeff: *Internal Thoughts* Uh-oh...

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Peter: Whoa! Jaune and Hela did what!?

Johnny: Shhh! Be quiet man! I don't want Wanda to overhear us!

Peter: I get that, still... how did that happen? Is Jaune ok?

Johnny: Don't know... but it's caused Jaune to really blow everyone off, makes me worried.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Thing: Any closer to getting Jaune home, Reed?

Reed: I've been trying, but finding a way to Remnant has been tricky, trying to find a single universe across the vast expanse of the Multiverse is harder then you'd think

Thing: Well if anyone can figure it out, it's you Reed

Reed: Thank you, Ben, I hope to give Jaune some closer

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Logan: Back off Hela, I don't want you stinking up the place

Hela: Oh, Logan, how I missed your gruff attitude, but you're not the person I'm looking for

Logan: Yeah, well, I ain't gonna let you take the kid again

Hela: You can try, but I always get what I want.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Logan: You think Jaune's going to be alright, Ororo?

Storm: I have faith that Jaune will pull through, Logan, he has to

Logan: I hope so, the kids already been through enough as it is...

Storm: On that we can agree.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Emma: Ugh, you'll never believe what Jaune said to me

Storm: *Chuckles* What was it this time?

Emma: He said that this dress doesn't suit me! Can you believe him?

Storm: Yes. yes I can.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Logan: Wanda, you seen Jaune around? I've been meaning to ask him and the kids if they know what happened to my bike

Wanda: Your bike? What happened to it?

Logan: It's been vandalized... with crayon

Wanda: *Sigh* I'll go talk to them...

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Johnny: What do you say pete? You, Me, & Jaune, hitting the down and partying hard?

Peter: Johnny, I've got work, and Jaune's got three kids to watch

Johnny: Oh, right... man responsabilites suck

Peter: To you, maybe

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Magneto: Honestly, I don't know what Wanda see's in that boy!

Emma: I do, he's quite Handsome really

Magneto: Oh, then why don't you go after him?

Emma: If I had not met Scott, I might have...

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Luna: That Jaune guy's really cute, right?

Squirrel Girl: You don't have to tell me! Holy Nuts he's hot!

Luna: Totally! *Sigh* Do bad he's married though...

Squirrel Girl: Yeah, but there's always plenty of Squirrel's in the woods!

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Magik: Jaune's a strong warrior, I can see why my brother follows him into battle

Storm: Yes, Jaune's an amazing leader, he and Scott are the reason the X-Men work so well

Magik: Of that I have no doubt, perhaps I should train with Jaune more, see how he uses a blade

Storm: He's quite skilled, he might just actually be a challenge for you

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It’s good to have you back!

Currently dying because I remembered that in a myth Thor had to one time dress up as a bride and I’m cackling like an evil gremlin at the idea of Reader walking into Thor’s room to ask him for something only to immediately stop talking at the sight of him wearing a wedding dress and Loki helping him put on said wedding dress

Reader is currently trying everything in her power to not laugh but her face is betraying her

Loki however looks utterly scared as he’s begging Reader with his eyes to not laugh because this is all his fault and Thor is starting to looking at him murderously with promise of absolute pain if Reader laughs

She makes this face:

-You had heard a big commotion earlier, mostly involving Thor and Loki, but you had heard Freya yelling a lot as well and you had been curious as to what was going on, but you were helping Odin organize his paperwork after a prank from Loki caused a mess.

-When you sought out your husband, nothing could have prepared you for the sight when you walked in, seeing Loki putting a veil on Thor’s head, your husband dressed in a wedding gown.

-A few long moments passed as you looked at them and they looked at you. Your lips started trembling, trying not to smile and you saw Loki panicking, looking at you with desperate eyes to not laugh, as it was his fault Thor was in this situation in the first place!

-Biting your bottom lip, putting yourself in a bit of pain to keep from laughing, you managed to ask what was going on and Loki quickly explained that Mjolnir had been stolen and the Jotunn lord demanded Freya’s hand in marriage for its return.

-You looked at your husband who seemed to be seething with rage, embarrassed that you saw him in such a way as Loki continued, that Freya refused, and Loki came up with the idea that Thor would dress up and pretend to be Freya then he could get Mjolnir back.

-Thor was thankful you weren’t laughing at him, now knowing the situation as you knew how important his hammer was to him as Loki got dressed as well, transforming himself into a woman and the two were off.

-The moment the door closed you quickly were on the ground, howling like a hyena, unable to forget the sight of your husband in such a way.

-Outside the door Loki hung his head, knowing he was going to get his ass kicked later as Thor’s murderous aura surrounded him as he glared, “Let’s go.”

-Hopefully Thor would wear himself out taking on the Jotunn and if things went well, maybe Loki would be able to walk away mostly unscathed.

-You on the other hand were pretty sure death was approaching as your ribs ached as you felt like you couldn’t breathe, tears in your eyes. You had to get your laughing out before Thor returned, as you knew he would want to be spoiled when he arrived back.