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chantsdemarins · 2 years ago

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⭐️The Mischief of a Familiar Legend (Loki X Female Reader) ⭐️

Okay, this story just happened! So I am late posting updates to everything else because this solstice tale seemed to take over! It might be truly terrible! I’m sorry!!

It features Jötun Loki!

A lot of mischief and chaos, things Loki specializes in…

Summary: A winter solstice celebration on Asgard is crashed by a returning Loki, and you are faced with an ensuing identity crisis of epic proportions.

Smut Scale: Minors do not read! 18+ Old horny folks have at it! 🔥🔥🔥

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The gilded participants of the royal winter solstice court collectively held their breath as the thick wooden door swung open, blowing in the longest night of the year-and a face no one had seen in a very long time.

Prince Loki stood in the doorway.

His tall form-foreboding. Freshly fallen snow lay in the gray fur trim of his coat and eyelashes, which covered his muted vermillion eyes.

His skin was not the pallor moon color of the other Asgardian partygoers. Or anything like what you might have assumed it to be. The words “Blár himinn” escaped your mouth in a haunted whisper. You’d been studying Old Norse, and it was the first thing that came to mind as you tried to take him in.

He was one of the most exciting beings you’d ever seen in your entire life. You were so thoroughly shocked, much like the rest of the attendees. You scanned the room, waiting for someone from the royal family to speak up as you clutched your wine glass, still almost full to the rim.

Then a deep voice edged with emotion came from the back of the large banquet hall.

“Loki.”

He brushed a few errant snowflakes from himself that had yet to melt. He cleared his throat. Perhaps he had not spoken in a while, you puzzled.

“Father,” was his simple reply.

Somehow the palace became even quieter with the two words spoken by father and son. They seemed to absorb all the ambient noise further. Even the logs on the fire ceased to crackle. Frigga was the next to speak, but she had made her way towards Loki, leaving Odin standing near the silent roaring fire.

“My son,” she collapsed her arms around him, holding him tightly. She looked tiny, her crown diminutive.

“Queen Frigga, let’s not pretend with pleasantries. You know very well I am not your son.”

“Loki, you will always be my son. I am so glad you are still alive. I am so thankful you survived whatever recent toils you have encumbered.”

“I am not sure I did, mother.”

“I am not the man you last saw.”

“I see that, Loki,” Frigga said, scanning her son’s appearance. She had never seen him in his fully Jötun form. He was remarkable and frightening all at once.

“Do you prefer to be Jötun now, son?” Frigga’s words slowly escaped from her mouth as she touched his hair.

Loki scoffed. He could not believe his mother’s gall—her supposition.

“If you believe that is true, then you are a worse fool than I imagined, mother, like every last one of you.”

Loki’s callous tone was consuming.

By now, Thor, Odin, and the rest of the einherjar had gained the confidence to approach the returned prince.

With caution, they encircled him. Unsure if he was hostile, they were ready to take Odin’s orders should Loki be deemed a clear threat.

A thousand different possibilities merged in the minds of his family. Where had Loki been all these years? He had returned briefly when he could break free of the Chitari. The damage he had incurred in New York had been minimized, thankfully. Still, Loki felt deep remorse and embarrassment for being at the mercy of such a demented race of beings who capitalized on his weakness. He left Asgard as soon as possible and would not have returned tonight had he not needed their help.

He had run out of options.

Loki didn’t like the extra attention he was getting now. He didn’t want to stop his family's lavish event on his account. He had hoped for a less dramatic entrance. His timing was off.

“I am not a feral monster. Even though I may look it father, you can call off the einherjar.”

Odin waved his hand.

“Stand down.”

The royal guards nodded briefly and left the hall. Odin turned to the stunned crowd and addressed them.

“Please keep the music going. My son has been gone for quite a while. We will take a brief leave as a family and shortly return,” he turned to Frigga and Thor and ushered them all to the adjacent serving room.

As Odin’s orders to recommence the party filtered through the crowd, chatter could be slowly heard again, along with the gentle sound of the ceremonial harp and drums sending rhythm into the air.

Thor’s normally steady appearance was dimmed. He looked like he encountered a ghost, judging by his startled expression as they all filtered into the busy room full of servants.

When they closed the door, you lost sight of them but moved closer across the room, hoping to hear something.

You were a mere Midgardian healer, but you were intrigued by the possibility of talking to Loki.

Someone you had wondered about since you were granted a research position in the court. You put your ear to the door as you’d seen on old sitcoms, and just like in a sitcom-the door soon swung open, hitting you in the side.

Loki filed out with his entire family trailing loosely behind him, trying to get him to slow down and listen.

He stopped briefly and looked in your direction as you rubbed your arm.

Laughing, he strutted further into the hall and said, “As the saying goes, you get what you deserve for being nosy."

You raced after Loki and joined the line his family was forming behind him. He stopped at the large food table and grabbed what looked like a croissant filled with brie and figs. He took a large bite and stood chewing while staring at you.

Something about his tone to you supposed a familiarity. It was disorienting.

You interjected and spoke, “Sir, I am sorry for listening in. I just was worried you were going to leave.”

“Now why would that worry you, pet?”

Pet? Again, a familiarity that was flummoxing.

You tried to speak quickly while you had his audience, “because I am here from Midgard, I am what you would know as a healer. I am looking for an element on Asgard that I feel, will help my fellow humans…I want to….”

Loki interrupted you mid-sentence.

“You wouldn’t be the first weakling human seeking the help of the gods, and surely not the last,” Loki sighed and moved on to pour himself a large goblet of wine from a crystal decanter.

You were somewhat taken aback. Perhaps you’d mistaken this god for someone benevolent…

“Weakling? I beg your pardon?” you said, feeling confused. Sure, he was in another form and looked very intimidating, but wasn’t he ultimately supposed to be at the mercy of humans?

Thor stood between you and Loki. Absentmindedly he continued the conversation they were having in the serving room.

“Loki, you can’t just show back up like this! We thought you were dead this time, for real. You must tell us why you have reappeared!”

Loki ignored Thor and returned his gaze to you.

“I think you might have mistaken the god of mischief for what you humans now call Santa Claus. I am not here to give you what is on your ‘wish list,’ especially if it is some ‘cure,’ and I do not care if you’ve been naughty or nice,” Loki laughed to himself.

He continued pointily speaking, “I hope you’ve been naughty. I’d more likely grant you one of your wishes if that were the case.”

“Naughty?” you mumbled nervously under your breath. Was he reading your mind!?

It was true. As you watched him devour food from the buffet table, a stray thought appeared like a singular meteor streaking through the sky. One could miss it if you weren’t incredibly fast.

But he was just that fast.

You had paid too much attention to the tight fit of his long coat. The way his dark hair fell across his shoulders. The lithe blue of his body seemed to be barely contained by the black leather he wore. No. You shouldn’t look at him like that, and you shouldn’t think these things. You had stopped yourself-but. It was enough for him to know. He turned his attention back to Thor, Odin, and his mother, who seemed on the verge of frantic.

He sighed to himself. Loki knew he must explain something soon.

“Fine. If I must explain, I am here because, for every god-forsaken year since the Chitauri intercepted me, I seem unable to keep my Æsir form during the winter solstice,” Loki explained with tinges of pain and relief for having explained himself a little.

As a doctor from Earth, you were now an invested part of this discussion, seeing as no one so far seemed to have the ability to shoo you off. And the fact remained, there was a familiarity. His casual tone with you, your peaked interest in him. The fact you were still standing alongside the royal family when other mortals would have fled.

Your mind raced with possible reasons for Loki's new problem keeping his Æsir form. Why did this problem only occur during the winter solstice? Had this alien race, which you only knew a small amount about, done something to him? Or was this a natural process now happening to him? Would it have happened whether he knew his true origin or not?

Odin spoke first. “You come back to your family for help. I see. This is where you belong. I am glad you finally see the error in your ways….” Frigga moved closer between her son and king. She quickly cut him off before he could perhaps anger Loki further.

Changing the subject, she said, “Loki, why don’t we bring you to soul forge and Eir? I wish you would have come sooner than continue to stay away like this,” her face crestfallen.

Loki went on, “Being in my Jötun form was not the only reason I stayed away, mother. Lies, deceit, and general malice inflicted upon me by my family might rise to the top of my reasons.” His smile was icy.

Your next words were careful, continuing to feel the strange compulsion to stay in this obvious family-only situation.

But your time was quickly evaporating.

“Who is this woman again?” Loki said, stepping so close you could feel his hot breath on your head. His attention was so focused on you. You had trouble blinking your eyes.

Frigga grabbed your arm and spoke to you both, “son, she’s here researching….”

“Yes, yes, she told me. Some boring cure. Well, it seems, pet, we both need some leiðr. Perhaps we have business together after all.” He was smug and even more casual, with possibly more licentious double meaning between his words. You tried to remain centered. Calm.

“Loki, yes, I think I could perhaps help you if you let me-and maybe yes, perhaps you can help me with what I am looking for,” you said timidly.

Loki continued to keep his ruby eyes on you. “Hmm, you do look rather familiar. Is this your first time on Asgard? Do we possibly know one another?”

You answered him quickly, nervously, tugging at your dress. “This is my first time on Asgard. I understand not many humans come here. There is no way we could know one another, sir.

Loki looked disgusted. “Please stop calling me, sir. Master might be more befitting, but we need to get to know one another just a tad more.”

Your flushed face was impossibly hot. You held your hand against it. You were both intrigued and offended, it was enjoyably distasteful.

Frigga seemed to agree that adding you to the royal entourage of healers was a good idea, even though she was not sure of her son’s true motivation. Surely enough, he did seem to recognize you from somewhere, from some place or time.

The winter solstice festivities continued, but Odin had moved you and Loki to the healer Eir’s compound. Thor had begrudgingly agreed to stay behind, entertain the guests, and receive the various offerings while his brother was being tended to.

Once Loki was situated with the healers he was throughly examined and placed in the soul forge.

You noticed Loki barely fit in while in his Jötun form. His long legs trundled off the bed of the quantum molecular device. He had stripped down to nothing but his black leather pants. The distinctive lacing at the front was very distracting. No belt was required, just a solid arm to pull the laces taut against his stomach.

You were careful to conceal your thoughts in an overarching mental picture of your Hippocratic discernment. He turned his gaze to you once or twice, and you quickly looked away.

“Loki, you can get up now,” Eir said as she held her soft, delicate hands to him. Eir and Frigga had carefully done all they could to try and understand the waning seiðr.

He sat up and ran his hands through his hair which was curling slightly. He then held on to his own body strangely. Was he possibly in pain, you thought to yourself?

Eir and Frigga closed their notebooks and asked the rest of the healing staff to leave. Frigga sat down next to her son.

“Loki, it seems that the stress of being under the mind control of the Chitauri broke our spell in a particular way associated with the calendar cycle of Jötun biology.”

“What does that mean, mother? Am I to continue to go through this year after year?”

“Son, I think so, until….”

Eir sat on the other side of Loki, placing her hand on his shoulder. She had practically raised Loki along with his parents. Having first held him when he was a tiny baby stolen for Jötunheim.

“Come out with it, mother, just tell me plainly,” Loki was perplexed and wondered why the long preamble to any discoveries that had been made.

You already knew what they meant, as likely did Loki. Jötun must have a cyclical reproductive cycle associated with the absence of the sun and the longest night during the winter solstice. They must become most fertile during this time away from the sun. That made sense, given the star, had any power over them at all.

It was just one of many suns that filled the nine realms, you marveled at the significance it could have. Your eyes averted to the still-dark night outside. You imagined there were perhaps a few hours left before dawn.

You walked over to Loki, watching his sullen face in the candlelight of the healer’s small quarters.

You finally spoke as tenderly as possible, “How long do you usually stay in your Jötun form when this happens?”

He looked at you with his usual caviler and shrugged his shoulders.

“It has never been the same once. That is why I am forced to come here now. I cannot live a proper life with this looming. I do not want to stay as a monster for any length of time.”

You couldn’t believe how he again referred to himself as a monster. He seemed the furthest thing. Except for his crass mouth, he was handsome. He was more than handsome in his Jötun body.

“Loki, I suspect perhaps if you, how do I say this, if you found a lover, perhaps that would shorten the time you spend in your Jötun form,” Eir suggested while looking at Frigga nervously.

She responded tentatively, “Son, we know you’ve never had a problem finding a lover. I am certain it should not be a problem now. This is worth a try if you haven’t already, um…tried this remedy.”

Loki responded quickly, hopping off the soul forge and magicking his clothes back on. He quickly walked towards the healer’s doorway and almost left before pausing briefly.

“Who would want me like this, mother? You continue to slay my already broken heart with your willful ignorance of the turmoil you and father have perpetuated. I am better off returning to Jötunheim to reclaim my rightful throne and leaving this world of lies behind me.”

With that final cutting remark, Loki left.

You felt you had no choice but to chase after him, leaving both Frigga and Eir flustered and saddened. Frigga’s delicate hands covered her face, fighting back her tears of regret. Eir was more curious about you and what would transpire next.

“LOKI!” you screamed his name as you plowed through what felt like feet of snow. So much you could barely see the tops of your boots. You followed his snow steps and quickened your pace, calling his name repeatedly into the snowy solstice night.

“LOKI PLEASE!” you were breathless. The wanton desperation and lust of a woman had replaced the righteous doctor from Midgard. The thought of Loki finding himself repulsive in his Jötun form was so painful you could barely stand it. You wanted to help him, and you were painfully attracted to him. There was a certainty to it you couldn’t understand.

Finally, you made it back to the palace grounds, having traced every one of his steps until you arrived at the tower where his old room was likely located. You spotted a soft orange glow from the tallest window. He must be up there.

Contemplating the likely 400 steps, it would take to climb was another matter. Again, you called him, “LOKI, LOKI, it’s me. Can I come up? Or can you help me come up? I’m freezing down here.” It was true. You were almost frostbitten. You only had your thin coat over your gown, not a hat or gloves. The wind whipped around you and the palace. Just as you were about to leave, truly saddened and crazed that your curiosity had gotten you involved in such a mess-you heard the baritone of his voice cascade seemingly brick by brick down to you.

“Human, you are truly mad. You’re not coming up here.”

“Loki, were you not the one who was shamelessly suggesting I call you master just hours earlier?” your query blasted back at him.

“You found me attractive, or there was something you recognized, something familiar…I recognize it, too, or I wouldn’t be here freezing! Now please, can you bring me up? Just to talk even.”

“Fine.”

Loki had indeed had enough of his Rapunzel moment. He snapped his blue fingers, and you were in his room.

You both looked at one another for a brief moment before speaking more intimately.

Loki continued his protest at the thought of you helping him break this strange curse. He went on.

“We simply can’t...for one thing, human, I am twice your size.”

You laughed and sat on the bed, immediately grabbing his blankets around your shoulders. Loki saw you struggling and placed the white reynir fur around you. His hands lingering in a delicate slow motion, it seemed he was contemplating the possibility that neither of you might be clothed and blanketed for long…

“I am a doctor, Loki, and I am bound to heal no matter what by decree of an oath.”

“That oath does not count when you are visiting another realm.”

“It should!” you exclaimed as you patted the space next to you, seemingly inviting him to sit.

Loki did sit. There was barely enough room for the two of you. Suddenly both of your eyes were lost in the same thought. The bed was too narrow.

“The only way this is going to work love is if you get on top and ride me, if you can, that is. This bed won’t due.” He was sinfully smirking.

His mischievousness was resurfacing at a rapid pace. He had shifted his demeanor exceedingly fast.

Was he always so mercurial, you thought?

You took a deep breath. Both relieved he was not feeling so sorry for himself, but now that he was easier than you expected to convince, you had to make good on your offer. There seemed to be no way to go back. Not that you really wanted to rejoin the party. Not after this.

He leaned closer to you and grabbed your hair, pulling it out of your face enough for his lips to land squarely on yours. He didn’t take his time. His tongue plunged into your mouth, searching. His hands roamed your gown.

One palm took the back hooks and began unfastening so quickly your mind was buzzing. You pulled away for a moment and tried to think. You had wanted to talk to him before he was all over you…

“Loki, we don’t know if this will work. I don’t want you to be alarmed if you are still in your frost giant form after we, after you….”

“After I put my seed inside you lovely pet? Is that what you are trying to say?” his hands cupped your entire face as he stared into your eyes, laughing.

“I had wondered if you needed to or could just, you know, come on my stomach or something miserably quotidian like that.”

“Dear I think we both know how to break the spell. I must fill you with so much seed there will be no way you won’t leave my bedroom not pregnant with my child.”

You were now a little scared. His voice was harsh and raspy, crazed a little. He was hiding this carefully since he arrived at the winter solstice event. He was not entirely in control of any of this. This was why he was seeking his family's help. He was desperate.

You pondered the chances you’d get pregnant. You were responsible, you were a doctor. You could have a family. An Interspecies one seemed more daunting.

You considered if it was even possible for a human and a Jötun to mate? Your mind kept searching for examples in history. Had this ever happened before? While you were thinking and not thinking, in your haze, Loki removed the rest of his clothes.

You might have looked hesitant as he spun you around and loosened the rest of your fastenings. You stepped out of your gown, leaving the satin dress pooled at your feet for a moment before he lifted you into his arms. With a snap of his fingers, Loki lit the fire in the ancient-looking eldhús before laying you back down on a pile of furs beside it.

“What about the bed...?” you looked at him, slightly confused. You thought you had it all worked out.

Loki looked amused, “Dear, after more consideration I thought we might end up breaking it.”

You were smiling at his forethought into the impact of his Jötun virility.

“I want you. Will you have me? Even if I am a frost giant?” he mumbled into your ear, gently running his fingers over your nipples and down your stomach to your sex.

“Yes, I will have you,” you whispered back to Loki, closing your eyes.

This was ridiculous but somehow you were following your instincts as antithetical to your best interests as they were at the moment.

Loki’s long fingers quickly pushed inside your wanting body. When he pulled them out again, he delicately held a single digit to his lips, tasting you, he seemed to let go of all decorum and niceties in his euphoria.

He was going to fuck you…now.

With acrobatic ease, he pulled you on top of him, your legs strained to straddle him properly.

Loki’s cock was bewildering. As it touched your stomach, you leaned forward to grab it. Loki’s head fell backward, and he arched upwards with every stroke and flick of your wrist, winding around its massive size. Loki’s eyes met yours before he quietly spoke.

“Are you ready?”

You smiled and gulped audibly.

“Ready as I will ever be,” you leaned down over him and kissed him passionately, with no reserve. This wild adventure pulsed through your veins with enough adrenaline to jump-start a tow truck. You lifted yourself and placed his cock inside you. You could do nothing but wince for a moment, but he gave you no choice to linger. His hips quickly bucked up, you yelped, and his arms came and wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close.

“Min kærleik,” Loki seemed to repeat endlessly into your ear as he placed his head into the crook of your neck.

“Min kærleik, not long now,” he said as you continued to ride him with all your energy.

He was slightly aware that in this heightened state, he would not be the harbinger of endless hours of pleasure, at least not at this delicate moment.

You looked down at his cock inside you, wet, gliding effortlessly. How could this man have believed he was not beautiful in this form?

“You can fill me, Loki, do it, please,” you were truly lost in the moment, a little crazy.

Then he did.

It was like when he first stepped into the hall, the silence his presence afforded, the absence of sound. The same phenomena was occurring now.

You might have only closed your eyes for a second, but that was all it took.

You looked down again at the man beneath your spent body, and suddenly he was his normal pale, tall, wiry Loki.

“LOKI.”

“What, min ást,” his eyes were still closed.

“LOKI, YOU ARE CHANGED! WE DID IT!”

Loki’s now pale blue eyes opened, a sly smile etched across his face.

“I see. Well, thank you, my dove, for your contribution to both ‘science,’ as you say on Midgard, and the hopeful continuation of the royal lineage,” his hands found your stomach and stayed there rubbing small circles.

He was suddenly a little too calm perhaps for your liking.

“Loki, aren’t you relieved that you are no longer bound to continue transforming into your Jötun form every solstice? We did it! We broke the spell!”

“Oh, we sure did, pet,” Loki said as he rolled over on his elbow.

“Now, lay back down. I’m sure there are other curses and maledictions we could eliminate,” he said as he gently pushed you under him, kissing your neck.

It was as if you had awoken from a daze.

“LOKI, you need to stop for a moment,” you looked straight into his flashing eyes.

“Whatever is it, dove?” Loki looked aghast.

“Were you lying this whole time? Was there ever a curse on you?!” you said as you pushed him off you with a thud.

Dear lord. You looked down at your still naked body. You felt his come between your legs and shivered—that bastard.

You knew it wouldn’t hurt him, but you slapped him hard enough that he winced slightly.

“You didn’t have to make an elaborate lie just to sleep with me or breed me whatever it is we’ve done! This is more monstrous behavior than being a Jötun will ever be!” Loki held your arm back from possibly slapping him again, “I didn’t lie to sleep with you! I saw you right away. We know one another, dove. You aren’t the Midgardian doctor you claim to be either.”

“Yes, I am Loki! What in the hell are you talking about!”

“Come now. You were a part of this whole diversion. You were just playing along!”

“Playing along? Loki, you came inside me!”

He was getting a little miffed. He had recognized her. When she followed him to his tower, he knew their game was on. But what if she did not know who she was? It occurred to Loki, by the distressed look on her face, that she might have no idea.

Was she the one truly under a spell? She spoke of needing a cure but didn’t say it was possibly for herself.

“Dear, please calm down. I can conjure a contraceptive potion if you do not wish to have my child finally and for this mistaken identity or amnesia situation. Pet, I think you might not know who you truly are.”

“Loki, finally have your child? We only just met.” Tears were streaming down your face.

“If it was only that simple,” Loki mused.

With a wave of his hand, he produced a large book, which must have been over a thousand pages. He thumbed through each chapter carefully while simultaneously producing a tissue for your nose.

“Ah, here.” He placed the book in your lap and pointed with his long finger at a portrait on the left page.

“See, it’s you pet.”

You wiped your eyes and scrutinized the book before looking back at Loki.

“Loki am I this Valkyrie?” your voice so shaky you could barely speak, your eyes transfixed on the image before you.

“Yes, you are none other than Brynhildr.”

Thankfully, you read the accompanying text, which happened to be in English and not Old Norse.

“It says my love was Sigurd, not you, Loki.”

“The texts were all Christianized,” Loki scoffed.

“My dear, you had many lovers. The early Christians would have tossed themselves into the fire if they had even penned half the truth of how we were back then.”

“I’m sorry you don’t remember how this happened, and I am sorrier, I don’t remember either, dove. I lost track of you. You are back, though. That much is clear.”

You closed the book with a hard slam and looked at Loki. Some part of you remembered the familiar mischief. Some part of you knew he’d tricked you before, possibly endless times.

Something was just at the cusp of your memory but was unreachable. You felt your back, perhaps for the phantom wings that should be there or once were. You looked up at Loki, still crying, eyes wide with wonder and confusion.

In between your sobs, you said quietly, “Loki, what do we do now?”

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starks-hero · 3 years ago

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Dating Jötun!Loki would include:

*Headcanons inspired by this request*

Loki never imagined that he'd fall for a human of all beings.

Yet when he met you at one of Thor's parties, which you'd been invited to as a friend of Jane's, the jötun prince fell head over heels. And before long, you were in a relationship.

He was fascinated by everything you knew about Earth and found your knowledge incredibly attractive.

Loki thinks you are easily the most precious thing in all the nine realms.

His pet names, that usually poke fun at your height, include “little dove, my sweet/sweetling, my darling” and “my little Midgardian.”

Loki loves to mess with you, (nudging you with his hand and chuckling when you struggle to stay on your feet) but he'd never do anything to deliberately hurt you.

On the rare occasion where Loki may forget his height and strength and accidentally hurt you he'll be inconsolable; relentlessly apologising and withdrawing into himself. (He always comes back around after a few kisses and words of comfort.)

He's ridiculously protective of you. Though he usually doesn't have to worry about any idiots hitting on you.

His 13 foot presence seems to be enough to deter most threats.

If there's a situation you're uncomfortable in Loki will always take the liberty of removing you from it, (ie, lifting you into his arms and simply walking away) and assuring you're okay.

He's a huge flirt and a giant dork, (excuse the pun.)

He spends a lot of time simply doteing over how utterly adorable you are. He'll hold you in his arms, cuddle you against his chest, press kisses that each span around a foot, to your body. He just finds your height difference adorable.

Speaking of height difference, cuddling is the best. It's near impossible for you to be the big spoon, (you both tried it once and it was a failure) so Loki gathers you up in his arms each night and you lay sprawled out on his chest, his hand resting over you as a comforting weight.

Sometimes, especially during naps, you'll lay on the bed and Loki will lay behind you, his entire body curling around you like a cat. It makes you feel completely protected and safe.

He's perfect to cuddle with in summer or warm weather.

Because of the difference in size, it's not really possible for you two to hold hands. So as an alternative, Loki will assure his fingers brush your shoulders or back when you're stood side by side. He finds it comforting to know you're close.

He loves going on afternoon strolls with you. But he understands that you can't always keep up with his massive strides so the minute you start to fall behind, he'll pluck you up and cradle you in his arms or perch you on his shoulder.

He's incredibly considerate and always assures that you're okay and comfortable in every aspect of your relationship.

He's taken you to visit Jötunheim many times. You are it's future queen after all.

He doesn't take kindly to people questioning your relationship and asking far too personal questions about how you both make it work.

You're one of the few significant and important relationships Loki's had and he hates nothing more then when strangers insinuate it's not sustainable because of your respective heights/species. But he never allows himself to dwell on it for too long.

As far as Loki is concerned, he loves you and you love him.

And that's all that matters.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #jotun loki x reader #what if

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years ago

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Letting the coffee chill

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Pairing: Loki & reader

Summary: you realise Loki doesn't know much about midgardian coffee, and you offer him a solution to adapt his Jötun tongue to the hotness of the espressos.

Word count: 900

Tags: pure fluff. Loki's personality is once again like a cat.

Loki takes his coffee black—the bitterest one, if possible. He takes his own damn time making it too, and never lets anyone do it for him. He may from time to time leave a cup of fresh tea for his brother, if he's feeling bold, but Thor never takes it —distrusting; is this a prank? Is this poisoned?

The first time you've ever came to the actual compound —in need of an unfinished job from Tony's lab on your own city— you've found him hidden in a secluded area of the kitchen, a corner of the squared island, legs spread long over the next chair and his mind focused on a book. You observed him for as long as you could without him noticing —or at least, he seemed not to notice— and wondered why he hadn't touched his steaming cup of coffee, seemingly fresh.

You later found out he was a frost giant. It came out in lab chatter, and Tony spitted it out like it stung on his tongue —he's never been very fond of the God of Mischief; he called him a silent nightmare to live with, a war that's yet to unleash. He was certain, one day Loki would stop playing as an innocuous member of the Avengers and bring the chaos and disaster he was supposed to from the beginning.

You were sure, after a few weeks of moving in, that Tony was imagining things. Loki seemed like a —more or less— trustable man. Time had just done him poorly, and he had to keep his guard up, much like Tony himself.

Loki didn't have much to do, unlike the rest of the avengers, when it came to filling the day with activities. Stark and Potts were highly busy, as always. The two Captain Americas were always booked with interviews. The rest would keep on with their lives with families or friends, and all of them always dedicated a great part of the day to training with their favourite methods.

Loki, however, didn't have many social activities to pass the day. You saw him waking up earlier than most —walking into the kitchen to make his bitter cup of coffee before six in the morning—, and frowning in recognition.

"You're up early", he stated. But he didn't elaborate on any kind of conversation, and you didn't force him to. He knew your name, and what you were doing there. That was enough at the time. He was like a frightened cat, and you needed to approach him slowly to befriend him.

He would read the entire morning. You did the same, up until ten, and then would go to Tony's lab. He didn't kick you out, and you took that as a sign that it was okay for you to stay in the same island kitchen, reading in silence. You noticed his curious eye roaming around you and your book from time to time, never daring to ask what you were reading. He sensed your strategy —reading with the book against the table, for him to eventually ask you out loud if he wanted to know—, and smirked.

You notice now, seeing him start to drink his already completely cooled down cup of coffee, a disgusted expression, gulping it down without care of its taste anymore.

"You don't like it?".

He is staring at you and setting the cup down, taken aback by your sudden communication—it's been weeks and you hadn't said anything if he didn't start it first.

"Not exactly".

"It's better when it's hot", you push him a little. He smirks in amazement, knowing you know he can't drink it hot. He is a frost giant, after all.

"Well, I don't take it hot".

"Why don't you go with the cold, then?".

"Beg your pardon?".

"Let me make you a cold brew", you propose. "It's gonna be better than chilled down espressos".

"Absolutely not", he says, pretending to come back to his book. You sit down again and come back to yours.

"You could see the step by step if you needed to", you murmur. "I'm not planning on poisoning you and killing you yet. I have to get you fat first", you joke, and that's exactly what makes him come back to the conversation.

"Get me fat? You don't plan on eating me, don't you?", he teases, and you want to pull your hands together and thank the Gods you finally made him cut some slack and joke with you. He is always so serious.

"Well, not like that. You'd be too fibrous, and my canines are so weak".

"Very funny", he rolls his eyes, a smirk still on his lips. "What is that cold brew you were saying, pray tell?".

“It’s good. A way to drink the coffee cold without having to stand that gross abomination you’ve been drinking ever since you came here”, you point at his almost empty cup. He frowns.

“Why haven’t I seen it so far, then?”.

“It’s been snowing for the past week. It’s a summer drink… unless your passport says Jötunheim, of course”.

“You think you’re so funny”, he chuckles, getting up alongside with you and walking to the brewing machine.

“I am”.

“I know. I like you”.

And just like that, you realise, you won the God of Mischief’s friendship.

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sserpente · 1 year ago

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Loki Season 2 – Episode 1 RECAP

HERE WE GO AGAIN! FINALLY! LET’S DO THIS, SHALL WE?

As always, HEAVY SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 1 BELOW THE CUT!

Also from now on, as usual, in addition to the keep reading tags, I will tag posts that contain spoilers with the hashtag "#loki season 2 spoilers" and "#loki spoilers" so you can filter them from your dashboard until you're ready!

Did I stay up until 3 a.m. to watch the first episode again? Yes. Yes, I did.

We are starting off so damn STRONG. Damn it, I just wanted to hug Loki so bad. He’s been through so much shit and he was so heartbroken and desperate! Imagine you get to cup his face and just tell him to take a deep breath with you! What made it even more painful was the moment he fully realised that Mobius didn’t recognise him—his one friend, the one person who likes him for who he is… and he doesn’t remember him… and then the relief on his face when was in the right place again!

Loki was so panicked about the impending war. For good reason, obviously but it truly shows that Thor: Ragnarok lied. Loki wouldn’t be a bad king, now hear me out—in The Avengers, Thanos had the upper hand. You all remember that one scene where he sort of backtracks and says “It’s too late… it’s too late to stop it…” but can’t join forces with Thor because The Other was watching him? Loki understands the sacrifice for sure and in the first Thor film, when he tried to wipe out Jötunheim, what I believe is that he wanted to prevent the war that Thor himself had started by attacking those Jötuns. Loki’s not about violence and causing pain and destruction, he just got caught in the middle of it several times, and circumstances forced him into choices that were not heroic. We knew that already, of course… but it’s nice to see that reflected in the series. Besides, we don’t need him to be a hero. We just need him to be Loki. 🥰

The jokes were spot-on, not too silly, not out of place, in my opinion, but sprinkled in just right so far. Skin? Also, can we please talk about the warning on the floor that said Spaghettification? Come on! 😂😂😂

Now in that sense, O.B. is indeed brilliant. A lovely and light addition to the serious bureaucracy of the TVA for sure!

I really wasn’t worried about Loki making it back safely, somehow. Let’s face it, they wouldn’t have killed him in the first episode of Season 2. With that being said… I hope for their sake he stays safe at the end too, otherwise, I will hurt a lot of people! 🙂

X5… X5, what are we gonna do with him? I hate him. Of course, I do. He’s got something about him that just makes you want to slap him in the face. 😒

Now there are two questions we immediately ask ourselves, right? Where, or rather, when did Sylvie come from? And who pruned Loki? Was it another Sylvie, or another Loki? Another Mobius? B15? An antagonistic character who realised their wrongs? A new character? A Kang Variant? They’ve definitely left us some loose ends! 🤔

And lastly… it’s absolutely heartbreaking to see how much Loki cares for Sylvie despite what happened at the end of Season 1. She basically betrayed him! For reasons Loki understands, of course, but still… it broke his heart… and hence it broke mine. He was so ready to stop the others from going after her even though he was facing the very gruesome time slipping problem. 😭

If you’ve seen the video I posted earlier, you’ll know that I have already seen Episode 2 as well today. I won’t lose a word about that one until next week though! 😉 All I’m gonna say is that we’re in for a treat. 😏

PS: I want that TVA handbook as a notebook for my writing.

#loki season 2 #loki series 2 #loki series #loki #tom hiddleston #loki disney+#loki spoilers #loki season 2 spoilers

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jotun-design-party · 2 years ago

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on fandom orientalism, ft. a quick visual example:

the example on the right is something i drew solely using references of the top results i saw on pinterest upon searching "jotun loki." please don’t roast my inconsistent handwriting

south asian cultures are often jumbled together for white artists of all kinds (authors, artists, movie directors) to create a sense of mystery and make things look "more foreign."

note: this doesn't touch on the antiblack racism in canon jötun designs; this post is primarily about fandom-sourced fetishization. i heavily encourage people to reblog and add onto this post anything i may have missed or added nuance

cut: links on orientalism, in-media examples, how this manifests in fandom-made content

i'd like to start off by saying that this post is a white person telling other white people how to spot orientalism in relation to fiction. i am by no means an expert on any of this, but my goal here is to start creating a less ignorant space that doesn't push people out of fandom.

i'm just trying to stir up more conversations about this and get other white people to think more critically about how they engage with the content they consume. nerd shit should never come with a sacrifice and it's extremely upsetting to see people of color consistently forced out of fandom communities, especially when modern superhero comics began as a way for jewish people to have a voice.

if this post upsets you, i don't want to hear it. don't tell me, "it's not that deep," or, "keep politics out of comics." it is that deep, and superhero comics have always been political. if you have the urge to leave a comment or send an anon about how you don't think it's a big deal, feel free to block me instead, because i don't care and you'll just get blocked anyway 👍

with that out of the way,

there are countless ways to design a character in a way that makes it clear that they are an alien, or to make them sexy, and there is no excuse to perpetuate stereotype that put real-life people in danger to do so.

"Orientalist paintings and other forms of material culture... depict an 'exotic' and therefore racialized, feminized, and often sexualized culture from a distant land." [¹]

there are so many examples of this in loki fic and art. it's extremely common to see loki depicted as a feminine object of desire. they may have longer hair. clothing that serves more as an accessory than an outfit, that isn't suited to protect them from either the harsh cold of jötunheim or the sunburns one might get when surrounded by reflections of the sun off the snow. draped in jewelry, and in a compromising position.

i'm sure you can imagine how this can get especially out of hand in relation to thorki. i would speak more on thor's presence as both the white aesir prince or the strong barbaric jötun, but as i'm not comfortable consuming thorki content, i don't have enough context to speak on the stereotypes used outside of the art pieces i've seen while searching for jötun loki fanart.

i am, however, confident in saying that orientalism often serves as a device for fan creators to show a contrast between Asgard's white-viking-british-accent-magic-science-elegance. jötunheim, in the comics, is often portrayed as a less intelligent, cutthroat, barbaric, and bloodthirsty culture.

"There was always something unknown and uniquely different about Orients which reinforced the distinction between the European 'us' and Asian 'them.'" [²]

the green link in particular comes with a helpful tool for anyone who might be inexperienced in spotting racist themes in media. if you have trouble being confident that the media in question is orientalism, this link comes with a checklist scale to score how likely it is to be an offensive depiction.

an example that most of you will be familiar with is Disney's Aladdin (1992). the green link goes much more in-depth about the intricacies of Aladdin's orientalism, and i heavily HEAVILY encourage you to read it, as it will help fully grasp the way fetishization and demonization go hand in hand in orientalism.

here, i'd also like to use it as a comparison to show why this loki stuff is honestly... egregious.

by now, even the visuals here should seem very familiar.

the source goes on to use arranged marriage as an example of a common "trope" in orientalist fiction. as previously stated, i don't consume thorki fiction. however, i am EXTREMELY confident in making the guess that it tends to be a common theme when jötun loki is paired with an aesir thor.

i'd also heavily recommended this article and this wikipedia page, both on the negative and stereotypical portrayals of romani people; loki is a magic user, and i suspect that one of the reasons there is such heavy use of these appropriated, exaggerated, and fetishized themes and visuals is because of the demonization of romani people as tricksters, thieves, and witches.

#orientalism #racism #fandom culture #jotun loki #jötun loki #marvel #jötun loki contest #jotun design party

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literatureatthebowofnails · 3 years ago

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Philip, Son of Coul

Disclaimer: No one owns Loki; he’s just a hot pain in my sass. I don’t own Marvel, Viacom, SHIELD, or its various agents. Mythological similarities are mostly coincidental

A/N: Part 2 of the SHIELD Timeline of the Duchess Series, (find masterlist here)! Still looking for a beta for future chapters, so if you’re interested, hit me up

Series Warnings: Loki/fem!reader. Reader has nickname and backstory but no physical description. Language; fluff; smut: vaginal intercourse (m/f), panty theft, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering; drinking; reader/OMC; seismophobia; acrophobia; public nudity. Warnings will be added as the series goes on. I’m considering adding additional pairings with other characters. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in

Series Summary: This series begins during Thor (2011) and generally follows along that plot. After Loki’s visit to the SHIELD encampment, the timeline branches

Timeline Warnings: Violence, reader injury/loss of consciousness

Timeline Summary: This timeline generally follows the Sacred Timeline

Chapter Warnings: Hospitalization

Chapter Summary: You witness Loki's first "death," then regain consciousness in Puente Antiguo to be offered a unique opportunity

Word Count: 870

Asgard

You're standing on the Bifrost as Loki welcomes what you can only imagine is a small battalion of Jötuns into Asgard. You run, reaching to shake some sense into him, but your hand goes right through his arm. “Loki? Loki!” Why can’t he see you? This doesn’t make sense at all.

When you glance to Heimdall it seems like he might be able to sense you through the ice, but your hand goes through him too. Your frustration and helplessness build, and you eventually decide to follow Loki in hopes that he'll eventually be able to sense you in some way. Trailing behind, you mutter irritably to yourself, trying to come up with some way to get home, or at least get seen.

There’s a cracking sound and you turn to see Heimdall break though the ice and attack the Jötuns guarding him. “Heimdall?” you yell, running back. Apparently even he doesn’t sense you. ‘Am I dead?’

Heimdall defeats his Jötun guards and opens the Bifrost to Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three. When they reach the gate, Thor flies off in the direction of the palace and the others escort the injured gatekeeper along the bridge on foot. You try to follow them back to the palace, but you’re quickly left behind, irritably trotting along on your own. “Stupid gods,” you mutter to no one in particular.

You haven’t gotten far when you see something red burst through the golden bricks of the palace. Not long after, you see Loki approaching on horseback and you turn, running back toward the gate and feeling like you're on a ghostly carousel.

The red thing, which turns out to be Thor, passes you as the Bifrost builds. The brothers are arguing but you can't distinguish their words from this distance. You can only see them fight at the gate and hear the clang of armor against weapons until they burst back out of the orb. You finally reach them as Loki multiplies.

You scream in horror as Thor blindly throws his brother's replicates off the bridge, thanking every last god when Loki lands safely. You kneel over his head and Thor places Mjolnir on his chest, both still unable to see or hear you. You try to rest your hands on the horns of his helmet, but you're not corporal either. Loki taunts his brother, and you roll your eyes, "You know you're not making it any better by jeering at him," you chide, though you know he can't hear you.

Mjolnir flies to Thor's hand, releasing Loki as Thor hammers the bridge with determination. Fear swells in your chest as you watch him. If you are alive, even if you can figure out how to get someone’s attention, the Bifrost is the only way you know how to get back to Midgard.

Loki jumps up to attack his brother and they're both thrown off the bridge as it shatters. You lose your balance but manage to remain on the bridge.

You realize the Allfather has appeared to catch his sons and you run up behind him as Loki makes a final attempt to gain some modicum of paternal approval. When Odin denies him, Loki releases the royal scepter, falling into the abyss.

Puente Antiguo 5.4.2011

You wake up screaming, tears streaming down your face into a worn hospital gown. Your screams quickly turn to sobs so thick it’s hard to breathe.

You feel arms around you and see Darcy has rushed over from the chair she was dosing in to hold you tight. Two men in suits enter the room, guns drawn. They’re quickly followed by a nurse who demands they put away their weapons and tries to help calm your breathing. He forces the agents out of the room, insisting they give you some space.

Darcy explains that you’ve been out for about 12 hours, after sustaining a concussion during the tornado. The nurse injects some lorazepam into your IV bag and begins asking about your symptoms, adding ondansetron and acetaminophen when you mention pain and nausea.

There's a polite knock at the door and another agent pokes his head in to ask if it's a good time. The nurse looks perturbed. "Fifteen minutes. She needs to rest," he insists as he and Darcy leave.

"I'm Agent Phil Coulson with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, or SHIELD," he smiles warmly, shaking your hand. "I understand you recently spent some time off world."

"Yes, in Asgard and Jötunheimr," you confirm.

"Do you believe either of these worlds are likely to attack us in the next week?"

"No, the Bifrost is shattered. I'm not aware of any other way for Asgardians to get here. And I don't believe the Allfather bears us any ill will." You hesitate a moment before confirming for yourself as much as him, "Loki's dead."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Coulson looks genuine, despite the destruction the god had caused. "And Jötunheimr?"

"It's nearly been completely destroyed," you say. "And I don't think we were even on their radar."

"Thank you," he hands you his card. "You'll need to be properly debriefed when you've fully recovered. We'll be in touch in a few days."

Next chapter here.

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lilyofthesword-writes · 3 years ago

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Impossibly Redeemable - 23 - Holiday Car

Summary: Shortly after faking his death in Svartalfheim to fool Thor, Loki wakes up to find himself in a realm that is not the one he “died” in. After meeting another person in a similar predicament, he learns the only way home is through redemption. But how can he possibly do that? Monsters like him don’t deserve redemption, do they?

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,315

Warnings/Disclaimers: Spooky imagery for Spooktober. :D

A/N: Welp, this one turned out long. Hopefully, some of the environmental tension comes through. Been listening to a lot of scary story podcasts (Otis Jiry and Jason Hill are my muses! <3) and wanted to bring some of that into play. Happy Halloween!

Masterlist

How did the locomotive always manage to be both predictable and surprising at the same time? A car housing a possibly infinite forest of nothing but trees — At this point, Loki wouldn’t expect any less. It was the type of tree, or more like types of trees, that none of you could have guessed. Every one was different. Every. Single. One.

As vast as Loki’s knowledge was of the realms combined with what he had learned from his mother on various plants, it wouldn’t come close to being enough to identify every tree. And to make matters even stranger, each trunk had some kind of design painted on it along with a doorknob with an accompanying outline of a door. One taller than a Jötun and looked like several light-barked trees combined into one had simplified skulls peppered vibrant colors and flowers. Another was a not quite as tall evergreen and decorated with red and green boxes (gifts, perhaps?) with a ruby-nosed reindeer in the background.

You seemed to recognize some of the designs and excitedly tried to explain them to him and Eva. The aforementioned colored skulls were for something called “Dia de los Muertos,” while the evergreen was for “Christmas”. As you adorably rambled about one, your paths crossed by a new one and you’d start in on that. Loki was only half listening. He was paying more attention to the animated hand gestures, the delighted sparkle in your eyes that Eva was mirroring, the grins adorning your faces. It had been a while since he had seen either of you this happy.

“Holidays” is what you called them, though the trickster wasn’t quite sure what that meant. He supposed they were like festivals. There were plenty of those on Asgard. The day was spent preparing for the event while the evening was when the fun began, when it was supposed to begin. The parties were fun at first, but they all seemed to blur together. There were minor details to set them apart, though the longer you lived, the less you noticed them.

The “holidays” you spoke of for Midgard seemed more… unique. Each culture or country had their own. Some were religious. Some were based on the seasons — something Asgard did not have much of. Some were based on politics, wars won and lost, remembrances — Those Asgard had plenty of. There seemed to be countless reasons, even to “just because”. You had mentioned “National Doughnut Day” as one of the random ones you could remember. Loki had no idea what a “Doughnut” was, but he understood it was a day some celebrated in honor of a specific kind of food. Thor and Volstagg would love it. His soft smile threatened to morph into a smirk at the thought of Thor stuffing his mouth with the sweet, glazed pastries while shouting out for more.

Loki was so caught up in his imaginations, he almost hadn’t noticed you stopped along with Eva. Not too far away, towering above some thin trees was another kind. Its grayish brown bark looked rough even with the distance. Spidery moss dangled from its dark green leaf clad branches, dancing menacingly in the light breeze. Loki recognized it. It looked like the oak tree from the Meadow Car. Even with having gone through your memories under that one, the previous one was far more inviting than this. This oak tree almost looked sickly. The gray sky that promised rain looming behind it was not helping any. All the while, you just stood there, staring at it.

Your head tilted curiously before stepping around the branches in your way. Eva’s hand nearly slipped from yours with how loose your grip had become. The little girl and Loki looked at each other questioningly as you led the way. Coming up to the base, this tree’s door held a pumpkin patch. The largest one was centered in the front, a crudely cut mouth and eyes making a face. A full moon in the back highlighted the devious looking pumpkin.

“A Halloween tree…” you murmured, reaching for the door handle. The beaming light in your eyes had glossed over and disappeared into a dull haze.

None of you had tried to open the doors by this point. What in the nine realms was possessing you to do it now?!

Loki reached out to stop you just as Eva tugged on your hand to pull you back. They were frozen midway through their motions. The air felt heavy, heavy enough to weigh down your companions. There was something about tree, maybe the forest itself, that wanted you to open the door. All it took was your fingers skating across the metal knob and the door swung open to an inky blackness. The air shifted to a gust. Like one of those cars with failing brakes that Loki had once been in on Midgard, it plowed into you all and sent you tumbling into the void, the door shutting firmly back into place.

The soggy ground bled into Loki’s tunic, saturating it with a damp coldness. Dizziness clamped his eyelids shut as he laid there for a few moments to clear his head. It was hearing your nearly mute groan that made his eyes fling open. Bolting upwards, he found you on your back next to him, your arms wrapped around Eva laying on top of your chest. Loki moved to his knees to hover over you, swiping away the hair stuck to Eva’s face and cupping your cheek for your attention.

“Doves,” he coaxed the two of you to consciousness.

Your eyelids fluttered open, head bobbling as you tried to regain some semblance of your surroundings. “Loki? What happened?”

Your arms secured Eva to you as you sat up with Loki’s help. She squirmed awake at the sudden movement. A hearty, cool wind rustling the long fallen leaves around you had her nestling even closer for warmth.

“That tree pulled us inside. It seems as though there is another realm inside…” He held you both close as though he could shield you from the breeze.

“What is this place?” the little one asked through chattering teeth.

With a green glow, a gilded emerald cloak fell upon you shoulders with an identical one following suit for Eva.

“That I am not—”

As though to answer the question for Loki, another gust of wind nearly strong enough to knock the god off balance barreled through. A dilapidated wooden sign none of you had noticed before cried out in protest as it forced itself to stand tall against this force of nature. “Halloween Town” was hastily scrawled on the board with an arrow pointing farther down the path you had landed on.

Eva wrapped her arms around your neck as Loki helped you stand. “I suppose there is not much choice except to follow the trail,” the god sighed, snaking an arm around your shoulders.

You hummed in agreement and allowed him to lead you in the arrow’s direction. “Maybe the door to the next car will be in the town…”

Marbled clouds tainted with a sickly orange swirled overhead, seemingly following you down the road while a low, lavender fog that preferred the well-trodden dirt over the forest roots swallowed your feet. Every now and then, the moon would peek out of the clouds, its light dancing off the leaves flittering at the edges of the dead trees.

Your company remained quiet throughout the journey. The only noise amongst the silence was what the wind would touch as it coaxed you down the road. There really wasn’t much to say anyways, not that anyone wanted to speak. It was like any sound that left your throats would awaken what was lying in wait, the presence of which melded into the weighty air.

Farther ahead, the density of the trees was beginning to lessen, revealing a short cross-hatched fence that marked the edge of the town. Passing the border, the sounds of mischievous merriment pushed back against the wind. Dark, stone and wooden houses built at wobbling angles that would lead a home inspector’s nightmares loomed over you. The only light to be had come from the concealed moon and what looked like bonfires in the center of town you were approaching.

The dancing townsfolk came into view — Skeletons, vampires, werewolves, zombies, witches, bog creatures in various grotesque forms all hopped offbeat to an imaginary tune led by cheers and laughter. And then, it stopped.

Loki stepped in front as you all were noticed. The trickster normally prided himself on being able to read a situation and warp it to his advantage. But this? This was oddly and terrifyingly neutral. Whatever he did could go in a number of directions depending on how these train denizens reacted.

One of the townsfolk, a witch with dark grey, patchwork skin and slithering tentacles for hair, stepped forward. “Welcome, travelers!” Her voice, though garbled like she was speaking underwater, was delighted, cheerful even. “It is not often we have newcomers. Pray, what brings you to our humble town?”

Eva clutched your cloak as she took in the people before you, unsure if she should be scared. You held her closer, peering around Loki’s shoulder. The god himself was taken aback but recovered quickly.

“M’lady, we found ourselves in this realm by chance.” He placed a hand on his chest while giving a light bow. “We are searching for the door that leads out of this car.”

The witch giggled at being called a lady. “No need to be that formal. I am called Tilda.”

“Tilda. An appropriate name for a witch.” He stepped aside and introduced the three of you.

“How lovely to meet you all,” she cheered, the rest of the crowd warmly greeting you all as well. “As for this door, I assume you mean the red door out in our pumpkin patch.”

The townsfolk parted so you could see the orange gourds sprouting in the field behind them. A large one guarded the car’s door, its thick vines along with moss tangled around the frame.

“The only way to unlock it is on a night such as this,” Tilda continued.

Loki’s fingers furled into a fist. Of course, there was some kind of task that needed to be done. “And what must be done during this time?”

“The Pumpkin King will be arriving tonight, and he will need a new head.”

“A new… head?” you murmured and yet it pierced through the everlasting twilit quiet.

“Why yes, new friend,” the witch cackled, “But not any of yours! He is the Pumpkin King! He requires a pumpkin that you will prepare. Should he be pleased, the door will open!”

“And if he finds it unsatisfactory?” Loki asked cautiously.

The witch waved him off as if such a thing would ever happen. “In the off chance that happens, you will have another attempt the next time he needs a head.”

Loki’s face held a deep set frown. “When does that usually happen?”

“In about a year.”

Eva giggled while on the shoulders of a bog creature while you and Loki hovered your chosen pumpkin, carving the last of the design into its flesh. The Halloween denizens were actually quite welcoming and friendly. They had brought you all in like you were one of them, helping in picking out the pumpkin and bringing it into the festivities for carving. The dancing had then resumed in a similar fervor as before.

Just as you made the last mark on the pumpkin, the echoes of a distant clip-clopping filtered through the cacophony of laughter and singing, instantly halting the merriment. The horse’s trotting was quickly approaching, so quickly in fact that the horse and its rider entered the town in no time. The crowd parted in such a way so that you and Loki were center stage. Eva, with the help of her bog friend, clambered down to the ground and skittered to Loki’s side just as the black clad Pumpkin King came into view.

The King leapt down from his stead upon entering the party. With long, steady steps, he made his way to you, leaving thundering thuds in his wake. He stilled before your group. His blackening, rotted pumpkin head staring down at you. The flame flickering behind the facial cutouts rose to a crescendo as he raised his leather-gloved hands to lift the gourd off his shoulders. In his peripherals, he could see Tilda with a wide, encouraging grin. She was enthusiastically giving you all a double thumbs up.

There was nothing on the King’s shoulders to show how the pumpkin had even stayed on or lit in the first place. He set the old head, face now dark, on the ground and took another step towards the new one you had finished. Taking the subtle hint, you spun the pumpkin around for him to have a look. The face itself was simple enough — Two triangle eyes, a crescent with a handful of teeth for a mouth. You had mentioned it was a traditional look for a jack-o-lantern. It was Loki’s idea to add some artistic flare consisting of various Nordic and Celtic knots and runes for protection and prosperity. The King lifted the pumpkin to his shoulders, setting it firmly where a neck would normally be and twisting it so the face would look out the correct way.

A new silence draped over the center of town, only interrupted by the impatient horse’s snorts. Tilda’s fingers steepled in front of her face as she rocked back and forth on her feet in anticipation. A loud fwoosh and a flame burst to life inside the head. The townsfolk erupted into a frenzied celebration as the King nodded his acceptance, and the vines encasing the door retreated to a shrinking pumpkin.

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imagine-loki · 3 years ago

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Imagine Loki having complete control of all his powers at all times... with one exception. His Aesir form doesn’t hold up after sundown, leaving him in his Jötun form until dawn.

He’s come up with all kinds of ways to hide it. Sneaking out of parties early, sometimes not attending, faking illness, et cetera. Nobody thinks much of it, and his refusal to be intimate with anyone is chalked up as simply a standard of morality.

The two of you fall in love, but he is desperate to change your mind. He would rather die than let you think of him as a no more than a monster. Despite his antics, you love him.

It makes him love you even more. You poor, oblivious girl.

You and Loki are betrothed, and you’re both over the moon. Still, he has no idea how he’s going to weasel his way out of this. How can he possibly hide this from you once you are his wife?!

He considers just being honest with you. Nah. Too risky.

On your wedding day, you can hardly contain your excitement. Loki can hardly contain his anxiety. You are about to marry a Frost Giant, and you have no idea.

The guilt eats away at him throughout the ceremony. Thankfully, you’re able to leave the reception while there is still daylight.

He just hopes it’s not too late for this.

Loki knows you want to appear ladylike and not too eager for your new husband. He respects that. But he would also appreciate you hurrying up just a little.

You prepare yourself and go to meet him. He doesn’t seem as happy as you are. Have you done something wrong?

He makes a come-hither gesture, and you walk toward him, suddenly unsure.

“Sit with me.” He softly pats the mattress.

You do, and allow him to take your hands into his own.

“I need you to listen carefully...” Loki solemnly explains his dark secret, studying your face all the while.

Yes, it’s certainly a surprise, and a lot to digest all of a sudden. But you don’t fully appreciate the gravity of what he is telling you.

He grips your shoulder, wishing you could just understand this, wishing he had tried to tell you sooner, wishing the sun wasn’t actively setting right now.

“Loki, your hands are so—”

You barely stifle a scream as his green eyes turn blood red and his pale, suddenly icy, skin fades into a striking shade of blue.

“Cold?” He suggests.

All you can do is stare at what your husband has become.

What have you done?

#God of Mischief #Loki #submission #Imagine #Lover #Angst #Others #dawn #night #jotun #aesir

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sarahscribbles · 2 years ago

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Okay so I was thinking about a scene from a Christmas story where one of the kids gets their tongue stuck to a pole because they licked it in the cold.

ANYWAYS MY DAMN INTRUSIVE BRAIN REALLY WENT TO “imagine if it was winter time and the same thing happened while making out with jötun loki. Like what if your tongue got stuck to his skin 😭😭” Now I can’t get it out of my mind JFKSKSKDKFM

(you sucked just below Loki’s ear, tracing the patterns on his blue skin with your tongue. Stopping abruptly and unwillingly, you realize you should’ve listened to him in the first place. You shouldn’t have begged him to make out in his jötun form in the dead of winter, but he really never could say no to you.

“What’s wrong darling?” He looks down in a daze at you, while speaking softly. You’re tongue had iced over and stuck to him, and now he would rub how right he was in your face.

“Iham sorayy” you try to speak, but it just sounds more like blabbering. “Mihy tahunge ibs stuhck.” Loki now is fully aware and is looking down at you with his red eyes. Feeling his gaze you look up and he bursts out laughing.

“Ahhhh stohpp tdaht huhrts!” You say. Loki continues to laugh as He slowly turns back to his human form. The ice melts away from his skin, setting your tongue free.

He pulls you closer to his chest, “I’m sorry darling, but I told you so!” You feel the vibrations of his laugh, as you grumble into his neck. Maybe next time you’ll light a fire…)

I CANT IM SORRY BAHDJAKAKFM i am by noooo means a writer

(You can definitely ignore this if you want😭💀)

-🧊(aka the tesseract)

Bruh this is the best fucking thing I have read all week 😂😂

I’ve never thought about tongues getting stuck to places on Jotun Loki but now I need it 😂 I’m going to be cracking up at this at work later lmaoo

Thank you for sending this, tesseract! (And you’re always welcome to send me WHATEVER. I’ve missed seeing you in my inbox! 💚)

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lucywrites02 · 4 years ago

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Loki’s first sleepover

Masterlist The adventures of Loki and Peter

A/N: Let our sleepover begin!!! Big thanks to @the-emo-asgardian for proof reading this story!

Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral)

Other characters: Peter (obviously)

Loki’s pronouns: he/they

Word count: 1973

Warnings: none

Summary: The god of mischief, Spider-man and you have a sleepover. What else do you need to know?

Sleepover squad: @castiels-majestic-wings @kellatron55 @imyara @twhiddlestonsstuff @cocoamoonmalfoy @amwolowicz @akhansen2800 @electroma89 @the-emo-asgardian @lehuka123 @marvelisawayoflife @unknown-girlie @waywardstarkmadkhaleesi @cozy-the-overlord @whatafuckingdumbass @poetic-fiasco @myraiswack @marvelgirlonmain @lokistan @lovermrjokerr means tumblr won’t let me tag you :(

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@twhiddlestonsstuff @dreamingyouth @xladyxfatex @castiels-majestic-wings @lokistan @amwolowicz @whatafuckingdumbass @electroma89 @dpaccione

It was an ordinary Saturday evening at the tower. Loki was in their room peacefully reading one of the books they found in the local library. The god had to admit, John Green was a decent writer. Everything around him was quiet and the only sound Loki could hear was the rain which hit the window. It was perfect.

And then Peter came in. The boy opened the door with such force it almost went flying.

The god of mischief isn’t someone who scares easily. The trickster has encountered dozens of monsters in their life and fought against the most horrid creatures! Terrorist? Nah. Chitauri? Easy. Dark elves? Child’s play. A 15 years old Peter Parker burging through his door on a quiet Saturday evening? Well, that’s a completely different story.

“On Odin’s beard!” Loki jumped in surprise, dropping the book “Maybe knock next time?”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Peter seemed to be amused by his friend’s reaction “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.

After closing the door behind him Peter put an enormous box he had been holding the entire time on the desk and jumped on Loki’s bed, bouncing a few times. The god ogled the mysterious package. It wasn’t unusual for the teenager to bring weird midgardian things to show to his Jötun friend, but what in the hell was a Death Star?

“What is that?” they have finally asked.

“Those are LEGOs,” the boy responded “You said I could bring the set to you, and that we will put it together.” Loki did say that, yes, but why did Peter want to build what Loki assumed was going to be a machine of mass destruction. Seeing the trickster’s confused expression the boy continued “It is a replica of a weapon from ‘Star Wars’. It’s a movie that I really like, and I got this set for my birthday,” he added

“I have never seen the movie,” Loki confessed. Peter’s eyes lit up and a brilliant idea formed in his mind.

“We should have a sleepover!” the teenager jumped off the bed and enthusiastically spinned around the room. Loki laughed at how ridiculous, yet very amusing this looked like. The god heard about the so-called ‘sleepovers’ before but had never participated in any. “We could have a movie marathon and start building The Death Star! This is going to be so awesome!!!!”

That wasn’t how Loki imagined this day to go, but how could they ever say no when Peter was so excited about spending time with them. The god of mischief was becoming soft.

“We could invite you know who...” the boy added with a smirk which gained him an eye roll from the trickster.

“I am never telling you anything personal ever again.” Loki said, already regretting telling the spider-man about his feelings for you. “But you’re the one who is going to invite them.”

“Aww, are you shy?” Peter teased which resulted in him being hit in the face with a small decorative pillow.

“And for that comment you are also going to the store for the snacks!” the god said, taking the wallet out of their interdimensional pocket and gave it to his friend.

“Hot Cheetos, right?” the young avenger asked to make sure Loki was in the mood for this kind of food. The Jötun nodded.

“Oh, and buy a bag of sour patches, please”

“You hate sour patches!”

“You wanted to invite Y/N and they like them,” Loki stated. He wasn’t looking at Peter anymore but he could feel the boy’s smile.

“Awww, that’s so cute!” he laughed

“Get out,” Loki said and picked up the book that was laying on the floor all this time “And don’t forget the sour patches!”

“I won’t, don’t worry loverboy,” the teenager put the wallet in his pocket and opened the door. Before he closed it he turned to Loki with a teasing smirk. “Are you reading ‘The Fault in Our Stars’?” he asked and fortunately was able to close the door before another pillow hit him.

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Heading to the exit, Peter noticed you standing in front of the vending machine. He sneaked up on you, and when he was sure you were distracted, he hugged you from behind, gaining a surprised squeak from you.

“It’s good to see you too kiddo,” you laughed and affectionately ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Are you free tonight?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes. “Loki and I are having a sleepover in his room and it would be nice if you could join us!”

You loved spending time with Peter. He was fun to be around! Everyone loved him, even Loki! Especially Loki, to be honest. Your heart melted every time you have seen those two interact with each other. Their friendship was very unusual but neither of them cared.

“I would love to!” you replied happily

“Great! I’m going to the store to get some snacks and I will be right back!” the boy shouted as he was walking out of the building. God, this kid was so chaotic. Maybe that’s why Loki likes him so much.

Speaking of Loki, you decided to go to their room and keep them company. After walking up the stairs to the second floor, you were finally standing in front of his door and knocked two times.

“I see you have finally learned how to knock,” Loki opened the door and said, thinking the person behind it was Peter. Imagine their surprise when they noticed you were the one standing there.

“I wasn’t aware I couldn’t do that,” you greeted him with a smile. “But thank you for telling me. It means a lot,” you playfully smacked Loki’s shoulder and invited yourself in.

“Forgive me,” the trickster said. They could feel their face getting warmer but hoped you couldn’t see their cheeks turning red. ”I thought it was Peter.”

“He has just left the tower. Said he was going to buy us some snacks for tonight,” you sat down on the black armchair and put your right elbow on the table. With the corner of your eye you spotted a LEGO box on Loki’s bed. Your eyes lit up with excitement. This night was going to be so awesome!

“Then I assume you know about our little sleepover.”

“Our little spider was very excited to inform me. By the way,” you changed the subject and pointed at the book Loki was holding the whole time. “Are you reading ‘The Fault in our Stars’?”

Loki blushed and awkwardly scratched his neck.

“You mentioned once that it was good so I thought I would give it a try.” You didn’t notice their rosy cheeks, or at least you pretended you didn’t.

“And is it?” You were curious what Loki thought of the book. He loved to read, and you hoped he would like your recommendations.

“Is it what?”

“Is it good?

“Oh, yes,” Loki was praying to anyone who was up there that Peter would come back soon or else he was going to embarrass himself in front of you. “It's really good. I like it.”

Thankfully his prayers were heard because Peter came in before you could say anything else.

Throwing all the snacks on the bed the young avenger shouted, “IT’S A SLEEPOVER BABY!”

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An hour later the three of you were building the Death Star Peter brought while munching on your food. In your comfiest pyjamas, of course. Now that you think of it you were glad you joined because seeing Loki in their casual, baggy clothes with their hair up was the best thing ever. Not that you were staring.

“We should put a movie on,” Peter suggested. You and Loki nodded in agreement but when the teenager opened Netflix none of you could decide what to choose. After a long discussion, you decided a horror movie was a good choice.

“Aren’t you too young to watch stuff like this?” Loki asked Peter “Aren’t you afraid you will piss your pants, young man?” You smirked at that comment but didn’t want to get involved. You loved to see Loki messing with Peter every once in a while. It was great entertainment. Taking a sip from your glass you watched those two as if their conversation was the best sitcom you’ve ever seen.

“Aren’t you afraid you will get a heart attack, old man?” the spider-man sassed. Loki was taken aback by his response, and you laughed so hard your soda almost poured out of your nose.You couldn't stop the giggles coming out of you, and Peter followed your lead right after.

“Okay, that’s enough, just start the movie,” Loki said, pretending to be mad, but even they couldn’t resist the amused smile on their face.

And so you abandoned the half done LEGO set to sit on the couch. Loki was in the middle, thanks to his little arachnid friend. It was Peter’s plan from the very beginning and the scenery was perfect. You would be all scared and want to hug somebody. And because the only person next to you was Loki you would have no choice but to embrace the trickster. And he, being the gentleman he is, would give you all the comfort you needed. And when the moment was perfect the god would gently cup your face in his hand and-

“WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!” You and Loki both jumped when Peter screamed, obviously scared by the scene in the movie. The boy was violently ripped from his little daydream because of a jumpscare. You and Loki looked at each other, clearly amused by his reaction.

“Do you need new pants?” Loki joked, which resulted in them receiving a punch on the shoulder “A pacifier? Should we change your diaper now?” And suddenly Peter launched at the god, knocking him over which made him land on your lap.

Loki had no time to react or even acknowledge the awkward position they had gotten themselves into because the spider-boy was already wrestling with him. You tried to get out but boy, Loki was so freaking heavy! You had no clue when and how, but you joined their little fight at some point. And you had absolutely no idea when Peter got out of there, leaving only you and Loki on the couch, trying to tickle the other one and failing miserably every time. The two of you have completely forgotten Parker was even there. You were so engrossed in the moment the most important thing was Loki’s genuine laugh and your hysterical giggles.

“Are you gonna kiss or what?” Peter interrupted you and threw a pillow in Loki’s face who immediately pulled away and sat on the other side of the couch so you couldn’t see the blush covering their face. You were equally embarrassed but decided to not let Peter have the satisfaction.

“I think he should ask me out first.” you said.

“Are you free this Friday then?” Loki asked jokingly, but still hoping you would be serious about it.

“I’m working on Friday but maybe Thursday?” you smiled at him nervously. “We could go to that little coffee shop around the corner?”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Loki couldn’t believe it either. Peter was just standing behind the armchair, sipping his drink and trying to understand what was going on.

“Sounds great,” the trickster agreed “Is 3 PM good?”

You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded enthusiastically. No more words were spoken after that. You and Loki sat at your old places and you put your head on their shoulder. The god put an arm around you and went back to watching the movie.

A few minutes passed and Peter was still standing behind that armchair processing the whole situation while the two of you were discussing your plans for the date.

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