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TO LOVE THE MAN, TO LOVE THE MONSTER

LOKI LAUFEYSON X F!READER

The discovery of his true heritage, a heartbroken god of mischief, and a confrontation with the woman he thinks has been lying about loving him all this time at the request of his false father. [18+. Angst. Betrayal. Wrongly accused betrayal. Loki lashing out. Smut. Piv. Kinda monsterfucking ig (loki is in his jotun form) 3.9K]

There's an irony to this, Loki supposes.

The God of Mischief, the silvertongue serpent, the weaver of a thousand lies discovering his entire existence has been exactly that.

It seems almost poetic or maybe just comedic, the universe saving such an elaborate joke for someone who has made an art out of tricking others and watching in glee when the penny finally drops.

Maybe he would laugh too if it weren't for the poison in his head, seeping into his heart and painting the veins and its chambers black with the sticky drip of betrayal.

A lie.

It has all been nothing but a lie.

He wasn't a prince, a beloved son - he was nothing more than a pawn in a centuries old feud. Something to be used to keep an enemy of Odin's under thumb, someone to be planted on a broken throne in another realm when the time comes and puppeted for the benefit of the Asgardian king.

He feels the grief of it in his chest - the white hot sting of this treachery slicing at his lungs.

He's almost not surprised that his father would do such a thing, but he could have never anticipated such a thing from his mother.

From Frigga.

Not the woman who had taught him everything - who made him feel special and understood as a child when he had been ashamed of how different he was from Thor.

It was all a lie.

Something cracks deep within him, an agonised howl ripping from his chest as he throws his wine glass.

It shatters somewhere he doesn't see, the harsh sound splintering him further until the rage floods his eyes crimson. He sends furniture hurtling into the wall, flashes of magnificent green bursting apart mirrors and vases as his mind spins out like a loosening screw.

Who else was in on it? How many people looked at him and whispered behind his back. Did they pity him - mock him? The monster pretending to be royalty.

Had Thor known before he was banished? Was he to lose his brother all over again to this discovery.

And what about you?

Loki stops dead then.

The violent rasps of his breath piercingly loud in the sudden silence.

He had longed for you for as long as he could remember, the beautiful warrior with a mind sharper than her blade and a hidden appetite for mischief.

But you had always been distant with him, only ever professional, wary even of being too friendly with either of the princes. Choosing instead to watch their antics rather than joining in so you could spot potential danger and put a stop to it before they could even cause it.

There was nothing that ever got by you.

That's why Odin had trusted you as he did, why he sought your opinion on matters when others would have dismissed you.

And that makes his gut twist.

It had been Odin who had taken it upon himself to introduce you personally to him, a sly twinkle in the old man's eyes as he'd not so subtly nudged Loki towards you.

He had found it strange back then, the allfather playing matchmaker for his youngest son, but now it makes sense, a perfect, sickening sense that sends him crashing to his knees as the grief swirls and chokes him.

You knew.

And of course you lie beautifully, flawlessly even. Of course each word drips from your tongue like silk, morphing into the sweetest dagger to slash what remains of his heart to ribbons.

He's avoided you until its no longer possible.

The confrontation with Odin had left a part of him broken, a tear in his heart that could only grow with every unforgiving pull on that bitter thread. He had then nearly unravelled completely when he'd faced Frigga, and though it shames him, he knows that facing you would be his ruin.

But you refuse to be ignored or to ignore the whispers that he's become something dark and twisted, that he's the reason for Odin's fall and Thor's banishment.

The prophesied tale of the second son bringing the downfall of Asgard, beginning to come to fruition.

You come to him despite all of his efforts, his orders to bar your entry from the throne room where he's locked himself away, eyes shining with a concern he desperately wishes to believe comes from a place of love if only he doesn't know better.

‘Loki, my love, what is wrong? Don't shut me out, talk to me, I beg you.’

He wants to hate you, to rage and seethe as you stand before him with the audacity to continue this charade of caring but the truth is he is more furious with himself, his self-hatred unfurling with a vengeance.

How foolish could he be to believe you had ever truly loved him, of course it had all been a ruse carefully crafted by Odin to keep him clueless, to keep the beastly side of his nature content and subdued until it could be of use. He has always been destined to be the villain, a dark stain on Asgard's legacy.

You would never love someone like him.

"Just leave... please."

"Loki-"

"LEAVE!"

"Not until you tell me what has happened to make you like this!"

He snaps then, a furious snarl caught in his throat as he surges from the golden throne to loom over you with eyes wild and sharp like shattered ice.

"You, darling girl." He spits, teeth bared. "You have made me like this - you and Odin and the treacherous little scheme you cooked up to keep me as a pathetic, docile pet."

There's a bloated stretch of silence, weighed heavy with his laboured breaths and the palpable tang of your confusion.

Loki watches the furrow of your brow, the slight gape of your mouth as you shake your head, disturbed.

"Keep you as a pet." You echo quietly, dumbfounded as you blink at him. "Loki, what in the nine realms are you talking about?"

He studies you carefully, narrowed gaze like he's trying to figure out how best to break you, the quickest way to make you crack and confess, before he shakes his head as his lips tug into a cruel smirk.

"There's no need to be so humble, little dove." Loki purrs, voice lowering to a dark grit as he circles you slowly. "You're a clever little actress, you know. You had me completely fooled. How much was Odin paying you for such a talent, I wonder?"

You glare at him, the subtle twitch of your hands betraying your waning patience. "I haven't been paid for anything. You aren't making any damn sense."

When he chuckles, it's humourless. Packed with ice as he strides forward to clasp your chin between cold fingers, the edge of his thumb ghosting the curved pillow of your mouth.

You're still so beautiful even as you stare at him worriedly, a pang of longing spearing through his gut that he stamps down before leaning in close, close enough that your eyes flutter like you're expecting him to kiss you.

"Aren't I?" He muses. "Then allow me to speak plainly. What did Odin have to offer such a righteous warrior to become the whore of a monster?"

You reel back like he's struck you, like he's buried one of his daggers deep between the hollows of your ribs and yanked it through those soft, vulnerable parts of you.

His brow pinches when his eyes rove over your face. There's no shame, no guilt, you look hurt.

The bright sheen of tears hazing over your eyes before you blink them away for fury to take their place when realisation blooms across your face.

"How could you?" You gasp, chest heaving, breaths snagged in the suffocating tightness of your throat before they can fully be exhaled. "How can you accuse me of being bought, of lying to you about my intentions, when I have done nothing but love you and have given you everything I am. How can you claim to love me if you would believe such a thing?"

His wrath bursts then, it ignites hot and ugly in his chest as he lunges to grasp your wrists in a bone crushing hold and shakes you until you cry out in shock.

His tone is a scathing hiss, but beneath it all there's something jagged, something irreparably broken slicing through his rage. "Do not try and twist this on me, you are not the one who has been betrayed!"

"You were not made to believe you were so much more than a disgusting monster, a nightmarish beast parents warn their children about, only to have it cruelly ripped away by the few people you thought actually cared for you!"

You try and yank yourself away, hands shoving at cold leather when he growls and snatches you tighter to his chest and then you lose it. A sob rips past your lips and your words come in tatters, shredded like they've been dragged over glass before falling from your tongue.

"I don't know what you're talking about Loki, I haven't fucking betrayed you! And you haven't ever been a monster either - at least not until now!"

If you hadn't been so close to him you would have missed it, the pain that flared bright in his eyes before they bleed to the colour of spilt rubies, the tremor of his breath before he flexes his jaw and croons dark through gritted teeth.

"You think you've seen me be a monster? Oh darling, I'll give you a monster."

The room grows cold immediately.

Webs of ice branching along the window panes and the fog of your ragged breath misting in the air. Time seemingly halts like in a dream, those last few seconds of peace before the jump scare of panic in a nightmare.

He stares into your eyes, watches the way they round and widen as the blue crawls over his skin.

"Oh my gods." You whisper.

And he should know then that something is wrong, that he's missed something vital before this moment. Your voice is fragile, tender and sad like your chords are ready to collapse from the strain of just those three words.

But Loki's too far gone.

Too lost to his pain and craving for vengeance, for the chance to snatch back some of his wounded pride.

He thinks of that funny little saying, it is better to be feared than loved, and well if his supposed family's and your love had all been a pretence, he'll make sure your fear is all too startlingly real.

He buries his fingers into the soft giving flesh of your arms, allows the frozen chill of his touch to seep just deep enough into your skin that you wince and clamp your teeth down on your lip to muffle a whimper.

He could make you run screaming, he thinks, fill you up with such horror that you flee from these halls, from Asgard itself, from him.

He could make you beg, make you bleed beneath his sharpened teeth until your golden tears paint the marks upon his skin.

"Still want to try and pretend that you love me? That you aren't disgusted." He spits and he hates the way his voice trembles, stained with shame.

He expects you to fight him, to claw and gauge at his flesh, to try and snap his bones with your bare hands so you can reach for your famed blade to skewer him where he stands.

But there's nothing, no violence bursting through your veins.

The look on your face is heartbroken, your body limp in his hold instead of poised to strike out at him to defend yourself, and when the faint touch of your fingertips whisper over his jaw followed by a sad sigh of his name, he jerks away from you as if scorched.

This is wrong.

You shouldn't be looking at him like that.

Like you're grieving for him, like you'd give anything to reach into his chest and take his pain for yourself just to ease his suffering. You shouldn't look like someone you love is hurt, and so by extension, you are too.

It knocks him off his axis, the cruel shadow of his features softening to something boyish and confused, something lost until he realises his devastating mistake.

He stares at you in horror, his heart plummeting like lead dropped into the wide, open mouth of the ocean as reality viciously slams back into him.

"You didn't know, did you?"

You don't even have to answer him, he can see it, the raw honesty in your eyes, in the emotions you'd laid bare with the trust in him to be able to decipher what is truth and what is lie as is his nature.

And he'd failed.

He'd allowed paranoia and insecurity to bleed into the wound Odin had created, to fester within it until it grew poisonous little seeds that once planted in his head, nearly made him hurt the woman he loves and destroy the only good thing he has in his life.

How can you stand there and tell him he isn't a monster?

"I'm sorry," He croaks, chokes on the words as his throat closes like a fist and a fierce pressure builds rapidly behind his eyes. "I'm so sorry, darling."

He feels distraught, stricken with a violent kind of shame that is tearing at his already muddled head until it's all just too much.

His heart spasms painfully in his chest and his body simply gives as a sob tears from his aching throat and then for the second time in a matter of days, Loki falls broken to his knees.

The tears flood down his cheeks, turning to ice that clings to his skin and glitters in the sharp light of the throne room.

He tries to focus on your face, the battle of shock and agony that ripples across your features as you hesitate to throw yourself down at his side.

Or flee from his presence entirely.

And though he can't blame you for wanting nothing more to do with him, he all but shatters when you turn on your heel and begin to stride towards the large doors.

“No no no! Don't leave. Don't leave me, please!”

He's practically blind with it, deafened by the pain and fear ravaging his body that he doesn't realise the words weren't being screamed in his head but that he'd cried them out into the open, into the seemingly vast space between you until you freeze and whirl back around to look at him in disbelief.

Taking advantage of your surprise, he’s in front of you in an instant, pride be damned as he snatches at your sleeve, clutches your hand in the clawed cradle of his own more gently than he’s ever held anything in his life and places it over his pounding heart whilst he all but begs.

“Please. Punish me as you see fit, damn me to a year of your silence or the fury of your blade, but please don’t leave me. I’ll spend as long as I must earning your forgiveness just don’t go. I love you.”

You look at him alarmed. “Loki– hey, hey– look at me."

He does, drinks in the sight of your face softening in response to his panic and swallows hard as you reach up to palm his cheek.

“I wasn't going anywhere, Loki. I just wanted to bolt the doors so we could have some privacy.” You soothe, a sad smile pulling at your lips before you murmur. “I could never leave you, you know that.”

“You should.” He mutters regretfully, an uncontrollable flare of self hatred spearing through his head as images of what he could have done to you if he had realised too late flash through his mind. “I could have killed you.”

A soft chuckle jarrs him out of it, his gaze narrowing as he glances at you to find the beginnings of a hesitant grin tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“You could have tried.”

He nearly laughs, nearly takes you in his arms and kisses you senseless in his awe of your sweet, forgiving heart and the dizzying burst of relief it offers. But then his gaze falls upon your entwined hand pressed against his chest - the shock of ridged blue so glaringly different from your smooth skin and the sharpness of his claws softly denting the flesh.

“You cannot possibly still want to be with me like this.” He whispers, shamed and distraught. “How can you even bear to look at me.”

Your expression twists into something unreadable, a jumble of emotion all flashing too quick for his blurry vision to track but when he attempts to pull away, to disentangle his hand from yours, you hang on tight. A sharp pull of strength, sending him stumbling back into you before you grip him by the collar and crush your mouth to his.

It's a messy kiss, a frantic collision as you force everything you have into it and he swallows it all down like a desperate man dying of thirst.

He should be stopping you he thinks, he’s not in control, the frigid planes of his skin could be harming you with every second that he’s pressed flush against you but when you moan into his mouth, Loki is utterly lost.

There’s no way of stopping him from pinning you to his chest, his tongue thrusting past lips to lick into your mouth as his fingers sink into your hair and demand you tilt your chin to allow him better access to the sweet taste of you.

He follows every inch you attempt to draw back, a fire igniting in his belly as you breathlessly tell him in between each bruising kiss. “I’m looking at you the same way I’ve always looked at you - like you’re the man I love. And I’ll kill anyone that tries to say different.”

He drags you closer until he’s almost wrapped tight around you, his heart taking up a chaotic gallop against his ribs and a shaky exhale blowing past his lips as your words sink in and the iron-like grip of fear and self loathing are drawn out of him like poison bled from a wound.

“Gods, I fucking love you.” He groans raggedly before his lips are fused desperately to yours once more.

You smile into his kiss, and then you're sinking into him, digging your nails into the soft buttery feel of his leathers and sighing airily as he sweeps you up and lowers you to the floor.

He spreads you out beneath him, stretches your arms above your head and nudges your thighs open wide so he can press himself flush against you and he wants to so badly take his time and show you just how much you mean to him but then you’re looking at him with wide, glassy eyes shaded in lust, the lush warmth of your love blooming beneath it’s heat, and he can’t help himself.

Your clothes are gone in a burst of green, the soft rush of his seidr stirring your hair as he gently strokes the curve of your cheek and watches nervously whilst you drink in the sight of his other form naked above you.

“You're so beautiful, Loki.” You breathe, tone dipped in awe as your fingers ghost over the length of his arms like he’s something sacred.

He chokes, his eyes trailing over your face in stunned blinks as he searches for something to say, something clever, something worthy of his silvertongue title that will distract you from the way you’re cracking him open.

But there’s nothing. All he has left is this feeling of being so messily stripped bare with nowhere to hide and your gaze boring down to the furthest reaches of his soul.

And Loki’s struck then with just how much he wants to be seen by you, how much he needs your love and your battle-scarred hands sunk deep into his own heart, that maybe he can live with this side of himself if someone like you can still look at him like the wonders of the universe exists within his very veins.

“You're not scared?” He checks cautiously, dropping his head to nuzzle against the heat of your palm and press a soft kiss there when you reach for him, his eyes growing dark whilst he gently skates his claws along the warm slope of your waist and your lashes flutter as your body shudders.

“Of you? Never.”

You pull him down on you, reach between your bodies to grasp and stroke him until he croaks your name and his teeth draw flecks of blood from where they’ve sank into the pillow of his lower lip. “I want you.”

And when he finally buries himself deep inside you it’s cataclysmic, it’s the soaked, fever-hot clench of your cunt stretched tight around him and your breathless gasps in his ear snatching the air from his lungs as his vision swims.

He can barely pull out of you, his mind scattered like a burst star because it all feels so much more intense like this.

The burn of your skin scorching him to his bones and your tongue laving over sensitive the marks on his neck, your nails rake down his back and his hips lurch with enough force that you slide up the floor and then he’s pulling you back to him and pinning your hips to the stone like he’s attempting to bury you in it.

“Loki!” You sob as your back arches and his lips bruise over the sweat slicked column of your throat and your jaw to find your own, to drink down the noises spilling from your mouth whilst he curls his tongue around yours.

He snaps into you over and over and angles his hips so he can knock up against that spot that makes you grow endlessly wet for him. Peels a hand from your side to press his thumb to your clit before grasping the hinge of your jaw with the other so he can force you to meet the possessive gleam of his eyes as he drops his forehead to yours.

“Beautiful girl, look at how perfectly you take me like this.” He husks. “I know your close darling– I can feel it, I can taste it on your skin– cum for me.”

You whimper and then he feels you, your flushed hands grabbing his ass, pushing him deeper as your cunt clamps tight around his cock, body growing rigid before it spasms under the unrelenting force of your climax.

“Oh god–Loki–fuck–”

It makes him slam his hand into the floor, his skin splitting and spilling red through the cracks he’s made in the stone. The slight burst of pain like gasoline thrown upon the flames of pleasure scorching up his spine as his pace grows sloppy and he slams into you one final time to spill himself deep.

Then there’s silence, a peaceful quiet in his head and his chest. The throne room echoing the quickened pants of your humid breaths as he skims his nose across the swell of your cheek and pulls back so he can look in your eyes.

And you must see something in his own, the extent of the vulnerability he’s given to you, because you suddenly cradle his face, your thumbs brushing over the ridged adornments of his cheeks as you draw his forehead to rest upon yours. “I love you, Loki - no matter what form you take.” You murmur. “I will always choose you.”

He believes you, and for the first time in his life, he feels like he’s enough.

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 1 year ago

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 16

Cold Compress | Loki x Reader

After fleeing the court of The Golden Palace, Loki follows and reveals a secret of his own in an effort to console you. But his new form is more than just comforting...

Warning: 18+. sexual content and language. I mean it. Jotun Lokiincluding - size difference, oral sex (m & f receiving) frottage, fingering/large insertion. Hyperspermia. Capital S for SMUT

A/N: I used What If...Loki and thought about an average size woman to compare. This really is just self-indulgent smut so can be read standalone if you're not following the series.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @reveriesources

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The wrath that had sent your fire reeling banked at the cool touch of Loki’s hands around your waist. In one moment you were a raging inferno, destroying every artefact, every decoration and drape in your path, sending other gods fleeing back into side rooms and up onto the balconies. The next you were cradled so softly in his arms, his touch pushing back your anger like a cool breeze on a summer day.

The burnt cinders of the corridor were gone and you found yourself alone in a similarly vast marble throne room, sealed from floor to ceiling in onyx black marble, seams of gold tracing through the wide blocks into an endless ceiling, twinkling with candlelight.

Loki held you to his chest, petting the back of your head and down your arms, quenching the fire under his touch and, when you finally looked at him, he still held that pale blue hue that had appeared when he created a sedir shield against your explosive anger.

“Asynja,” Loki breathed your name like a prayer, cupping your cheek and drawing you closer.

“Loki,” you sobbed, collapsing back into his chest and allowing your tears to fall freely, “I don’t want to join any of their families.” You finally let the tears flow, now that your anger was subsiding, and your fear rose swiftly to the surface.

“No one can make you go with them, my darling,” Loki soothed, but you still hiccuped around another sob. “I promise, as long as I am beside you, my darling Asynja, no one shall take you from me. Do you understand?” He pulled back to look down at you, his eyes brimming with a potent mixture of anger and possessiveness.

“I understand,” you took a deep breath, but the flames that had surrounded you continued to dance around your feet and temples. “It’s just - it’s an awful lot to deal with so suddenly.”

“I know, I too have experienced a revelation about my parentage, and the powers that come with it.” He kept his eyes steady with yours but you could tell from the twitch in his jaw that he was holding his emotions back.

Confused you allowed your gaze to rove over him for the first time, he didn’t appear to be hurt by the flames but he still looked different somehow.

“You’re blue.”

“Yes,” Loki laughed a little, “I am blue. I thought it might help you to see that you are not alone in discovering new things about yourself and that you are also not alone in being frightened. Although this is only part of my other body.” He admitted.

You took Loki’s hand, colder than usual, and led him into the centre of the ballroom before tugging him to sit on the floor beside you. “What are you frightened of?” Your dress pooled around you, shimmering slightly, and Loki carefully arranged your skirts so that he could press as close to you as possible.

“I imagine the same as you, what I will become, should I let the truth of my nature show.”

“And what is your true nature?” You took his hand and traced the darker blue lines that had appeared along the back, dipping between his fingers.

“Odin was not my father, my father was Laufey, of Jotenheim, King of the Frost Giants. That is why I am Loki Laufeyson. Father, Odin, used to say that both Thor and I were born to sit upon the throne. It was only recently I learnt that he meant separate thrones and not a joint ruling of the kingdom as I’d believed. I had imaged that we would share responsibilities, divided by our personal skills in both warring and intrigue. But father had other plans. My brother, of Asgard, would rule over the people that we love, the home that I knew. Yet I, the son stolen from his homeland, was destined for a throne in a room I did not remember, a people I did not know, a land I have visited but once.” He choked on his words, fighting the emotion he’d tamped down for so long.

“Oh, Loki, I’m so sorry. He should never have kept that from you, or teased you and Thor like that.” You squeezed his hands tighter and Loki turned to give you a sad smile.

“Fear not, darling, I do not wish for a throne, it is no great disappointment to me that it belongs to another.”

“What are you afraid of then?”

“My form, this is a body, a form, that I was given as a child by my mother. Frost Giants are unlike Asgardians, I fear that my Jotun form would be a terrifying prospect for all around me, there is precious little regard for me as it is, I should hate to ruin my reputation further.” Loki smiled again, patting your hand. “We should leave, we can return to Tonsberg as planned, we’ll be safe there and we can put this whole sorry mess to rest. We have no need to fear prophecies, we can write our own futures.” Loki seemed so sure, confident that he could walk away from this threat as he had so many others that you almost believed him.

Perhaps you could, but you would have no secrets between you if you did.

You allowed him to rise, but tugged him back when he offered you his hand, “show me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Show me, let it go, be a Jotun, show me.” You repeated, raising your eyebrows and watching him expectantly. “I already saw your skin go sort of blue, what else happens?”

Loki looked almost bashful, “really, darling, I have no concept of what might happen. Frost Giants can be ten feet tall, I would not wish to risk any harm coming to you.”

“Loki, please, look at the size of this room,” you both looked up at the ceiling, though it was so high you could barely see it, shrouded as it was in the darkness of the marble.

“If you insist,” he conceded, “but only for you, my darling.”

Loki stepped further from you, and as he did he began to change subtly. When Loki used his sedir the change could be tracked by the journey of the magic over his body, but this was different. He grew taller and as you watched you missed his hair lengthening, growing down his back. His skin, an icey blue, was marked with more and more intricate designs and his eyes became red. His growth slowed and you stared up at him. Naked and in his full glory for the first time.

Loki must have been at least ten feet tall, if not more, though the ballroom ceiling was still far away he could reach up and touch the cascading chandeliers, he was certainly towering over you, sprawled as you were on the floor, attempting to take in his full height.

“Wow.” You continued to stare, your hand reaching out for him.

“Is wow a positive expression?” Loki asked, his voice still the same, though louder now. The sound vibrated through you and you clenched your legs together.

“Uh - definitely a good thing.” Loki was always beautiful, but this form, so tall and broad, muscular and strong, so purely alien. He was truly a god and you felt small before him. “I bet you could pick me up with one hand.” You said, touching his calf absently.

Loki laughed in response and you felt hot, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it had taken you by surprise how attractive you found this form.

“Probably,” he quirked an eyebrow. “Shall we find out what else we could do?”

Loki bent down on her haunches and extended a hand towards you. His hands were still decorated with whirls of darker blue, and you traced them with your own fingers. With a grin he scooped you up, knocking you backwards so that you landed in his open palms.

Shocked, you gazed up at him open mouthed and his smile didn’t fade, instead it morphed into the teasing grin that knew you were in for both pleasure and mischief.

In this form you looked different too, although Loki was always taller he had certainly never viewed you like this. So small and vulnerable in his hand. He clenched his fingers gently, folding his thumb over your waist and circling your back with his fingers. You curled your arms around his thumb, hanging on tightly.

When he stood you shook, each of your movements amplified in his palm, as if he was back catching creatures in the forests of his youth, a nymph of his own to play with. He clenched his jaw against the thought - a plaything. His own goddess to play with.

“You look so - delicate.” He cooed, keeping his voice lower now you were closer to him.

“You look enormous.” You choked out, heat spreading over your chest and neck despite the chill of his touch. “Please, Loki, distract me from all this?” You asked, he had been right, this was exactly what you needed to feel less alone, less strange in this alien world. But now you needed more of him, you’d never get enough of anything that Loki could offer you, you’d take every facet of him, every version.

“What do you require of me, my tiny darling.” Loki lifted you higher, holding you to his cheek, your legs dangled in the air but your arms reached forward, touching his cold skin.

You leant towards him, pressing your lips against the expanse of smooth skin that covered his still sharp cheekbones, and pressed tickling kisses there, “make me forget, Loki. Please?”

“How could I deny such a polite request.” He cupped his other hand around you and, in a warm shimmer of magic, you felt your clothes vanish from your body. Still surrounded by his fingers your skin tingled, erupting in goosebumps at the press of his cold palm.

Loki lifted you back towards his face and pursed his lips, blowing warm air into his cupped hands and you giggled. You’d been expecting him to launch into some debauched idea of his, knowing that at least ten crackled around his thoughts at all times, but his playfulness caught you off guard as it always did.

“Loki!” You squirmed in his grasp and he held you all the tighter for it, bringing you back to his lips. This time he opened his hands and held you still, his second thumb covering your arms over your head so you couldn’t move, and then kissed the soft swell of your stomach. His lips were as cold as the rest of him, but as gentle as ever.

You giggled again, heat skittering over your skin and then shooting between your legs. His thumb swiped over your body and he kissed you again and again, turning you this way and that to find a spot on your side, on your hip, that he hadn’t yet worshipped.

“My darling,” he sighed, tipping his hand back so that you fell into his palm again, sprawled before him, “what a delicious little morsel you are.” His smile was vulpine and the only warning you got before he licked you, his tongue dipping between your spread legs and swiping up towards your breasts. You squealed in surprise, trying to close your legs but his fingers tangled over them, holding you open and he licked and licked, pausing only to blow gusts of cold air over the heat of your flesh.

“I could eat you forever and never be satiated.” Loki fit his tongue between your legs, teasing the tip against your entrance until you felt him stretch you gently. He angled his tongue upwards, humming softly and you swore you saw all the stars exploding as the vibrations thrummed through your bones. Loki continued, tilting his face forwards so that he nose pressed on your lower stomach, his tongue still angling upwards and your body sang for him, taut and ready.

“You’re devine,” he cooed, the rush of his words like a breeze, cooling your slick as it ran down your sticky thighs.

“Please, Loki, I can’t - I need - I want to cum - I’m going to - agh!”

Like a sacrificial offering he kept you pinned open until you were begging, pleading for more, the ever tightening coil of your arousal turned and turned in your stomach until you could take no more, gushing onto his tongue with a scream of pained pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming, heat and cold and pressure and pleasure and ecstasy all rolled into one.

Loki gave you a few seconds to recover before he lay you onto the table, sprawled before him.

“You are truly a feast, Asynja. Look at you, covered in us both and still smiling.” He kissed your cheek the best he could, swiping his thumb over your belly and thighs, rubbing in his kisses.

Your chest heaved, sweat cooling between your breasts and you longed for his touch again, even if it was icy, anything but this loneliness now that he had put you down.

“Loki -” you gasped, reaching for him and finding one of his large hands, your hand barely fit around his finger but his touch was soothing and pleasant on your heated skin.

He brushed his thumb over your breasts, around your nipples, down, down until he could lift your leg and cup you again, his thumb covering your folds and applying pressure to your aching clit. Your body no longer belonged to you, given over to the pleasure that touch created, your hips lifted, rolling into the pad of his thumb and he let you, a satisfied smile on his face as your pace increased, riding his hand. With an obscene moan you arched from the table and into his awaiting touch.

“You’re not satisfied, darling?” He smirked as you looked at him with heavily lidded eyes, “I promise I’m going nowhere until you are completely sated,” he bent over the table, looming over you and filling your senses, “we shall only leave when you are panting, crying for me to stop.” Loki kissed the side of your face, close enough that you could twine your hands in his hair in an effort to keep him there, so close you thought you could breathe him in. Despite all of the changes to his body, his hair felt the same, soft and silky and smelt like the expensive shampoo he insisted on using. It blended with his usual deep amber scent and something else, perhaps something Jotun, that reminded you of snowy days and icey nights.

“God - Loki - I - fuck me, please.”

You both looked down at the sizable erection tenting his magically enlarged trousers, his words rumbled through you, his lips still at your cheek, “I do not wish to break you, my Asynja, perhaps something else may sate your lusts.” His cock bobbed under his trousers, twitching in time with his words, and you knew without looking in his eyes that he was using every ounce of his self control not to at least try and push himself deep inside of you.

Suddenly his thumb was gone and you gave a low whine at the loss, dropping a hand between your legs to try and continue the glorious cresting of your impending orgasm, but Loki moved your hand away.

“Patience, darling,” he chided, still cupping the backs of your legs, tugging you to the edge of the long table. Instead of his thumb he stroked his pinky finger down your stomach, one hand keeping you still, the other drawing teasing circles over your belly button, lower and lower with each circle.

Even his smallest finger felt enormous, Loki in his usual size was enough of a stretch and heat flooded through you at the thought of trying to take even his finger.

“Lo’,” you were incoherent now, thrashing on the table with every movement, but he pressed on, the pad of his finger at your entrance, spreading your arousal over your clit and pushing slowly, intently, until you felt yourself stretch around him.

“Norns, Asynja, you are the most delicious woman in the nine kingdoms, in every realm, every universe, every time,” he cooed, pressing further until you keened, your hands rushing back between your legs as if to both stop and continue the onslaught of pleasure.

You had never been so full in your life, so full and so loved, held as you were between Loki’s gigantic hands, his lips kissing away the sweat on your brow, sparkling like diamonds in the low light.

“Loki, I - I -” your fingers struggled to find purchase in his hair - on his hands, slipping over his arousal soaked skin and you were dimly aware that that was the feel of you, hot and slick between you, dripping onto the table, before your orgasm hit you at full force, just from the stretch alone.

“Good girl, Asynja,” Loki growled, moving only slightly as your walls clenched around him, he could feel very flutter and movement on his sensitive fingertips and then you gushed, squirting over his finger and soaking the his chin where he perched between your legs.

Loki’s red eyes went darker, a blood red full of his widened pupil and drinking in every inch of your sweating, heaving body, your velvet skirts pushed up around your waist and bare legs shining with your arousal.

“Fuck, Loki - that was -” you dropped your head back onto the table with a thunk, staring glassy eyed at the lights twinkling above.

“It’s my pleasure, my darling.” He drawled, grin feral, tongue poking out between blue teeth. The first lap was soothing on your heated skin, sending goosebumps up and down your legs.

You peered up, tucking your head into your chest to view the god between your legs, still worshipping you, still thinking only of you. It was overwhelming, his devotion, and you wanted - needed, to make him feel the same.

Carefully you eased yourself to the edge of the table, level with his smiling face, and then you let your feet drop to the floor, a hand on his bare chest, pushing him backwards until he lay on the marble floor. Loki was the only other colour in the room, a bright star in the darkness. The bulge of his trousers was pressing against the zipper and you carefully settled on his hip, pushing your hands against the fabric.

It was Loki’s turn to groan now, the sound a deep rumble that travelled down his body and back between your legs. A fresh wave of arousal made itself known, but you tamped down your feelings. It was Loki’s turn now.

He helped you to tug the zipper down, freeing his impossibly large cock from its prison.

“Fuck.” The word was out before you could stop it and you left your mouth hanging open while you took in his full glory. In his Asgardian form Loki was already generously endowed. But as Jotun - you placed your hand against the firm length and marvelled at how delicate his skin still felt, albeit colder than normal. His cock twitched beneath your palm and a large bead of precum slithered from the tip, tracing the contours of a thick vein that ran up the bottom.

“Please -” Loki whimpered, his hands twitching. One came to wrap around your waist, gently holding you, the other he clenched in the fabric of his trousers.

“Can I taste?”

“Yes - of course, please, Asynja, do not torment me, can you not feel how I ache for you. How my body needs you?”

He squeezed his eyes closed, the sound of fabric ripping slowly accompanying the tightening of his first.

“I’d hate to leave you aching, my Prince.” You teased, leaning forwards and wrapping your hands around as much of his girth as you could. Tugging yourself closer to him you let your tongue dancing over his throbbing vein, arching higher towards the flare around the head. Marvelling at the beautiful shades his Jotun form afford him, you missed a second roll of precum escaping down the side and soaking your arm.

“Norns -” Loki clenched his jaw, “I must apologise for -”

“Please, don’t.” You knelt up and licked him again, eagerly tasting as much of him as you could. “You taste a little different, it’s fascinating.”

“Asynja,” he warned.

“Well -” you licked, “you do.”

Reaching the sensitive head you dipped your face towards his slit, pressing your nose into the soft flesh and pushing your tongue down, swirling it and pulsing as he did to you. You were rewarded with more and more of his cum, weeping past your pressing fingers.

“Asynja, I cannot hold back any longer - my darling -”

His cock pulsed, you could feel it against your body were you had pressed yourself against the entire length of him and it felt devine. Your body responded, clit aching for the feel of it.

“Do that again,” you begged, rubbing yourself against him, pushing on his length until you were lying on his stomach, wrapped around him, legs thrown over his base, toes curling.

The hand at your waist squeezed too and you felt the sensation of him moving you gently, the drag and pull of skin on skin, your pussy wet and wanting against his cock.

“You feel so fucking good, my darling, I can’t help it, your little body is perfection, made for me, made for my cock.”

You mewled, licking and sucking at his rigid length, thrusting your hips into him in seach of your own pleasure.

“I’m going to cum, Asynja and you haven’t even tried to move away.” He growled, his voice wavering as he neared his release.

“Don’t want to, Lo, I want your cum, want you to drench me in it, want you to use me and rub me on your beautiful cock, please - please!” Your sobs of pleasure joined his own, a deep knot tightening in the pit of your stomach.

“My goddess, my princess, my darling I will give you every drop you wish for.” He promised, fingers so tight you knew you’d have an array of bruises to enjoy tomorrow, but now, plunged into the most exquisite pleasure you’d ever felt, you latched onto the spot below his glands and sucked and sucked and -

Loki came with a shout, chasing your own release with each pulse of his cock, and spurted down your arms and hands, your back and legs. He painted his own chest in ropes and ropes of cum until he sighed, releasing your body and sagging into the floor.

Slowly he shrank until you were lying chest to chest on the cold floor and laughing.

“Loki, please tell me we can do that again.” You mumbled into his chest, lazily kissing his now, slightly warmer, skin.

“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.” He agreed, “although I think we may traumatise my poor brother should he stumble upon us. Perhaps it’s time we find him and return to Tonsberg?”

“Can’t we stay here and have a nap?” You closed your eyes defiantly, hoping he’d give in despite how uncomfortable you both were.

“Sadly, I can not allow a Goddess, such as yourself, to take her rest on a such an appalling hard surface. Only the finest pillows and sheets will do for you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “luckily, I know just such a place.”

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thedeathlysallows · 1 year ago

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Santa Baby

Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Summary: Think of all the fun I've missed/ Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed/ I really do believe in you/ Let's see if you believe in me.

Warnings: Smut. Degradation, dirty talk, loss of virginity (reader's), dom!Loki, oral sex (f!receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, ever so slight Jotun!Loki. Loki hasn't had his redemption arc yet

Okay, so, I really have no excuses for this one. It's borderline crackfic but I did my best lol

"Nicholas!"

"Odin!"

You stand shoulder to shoulder with your brother as you watch your father embrace the Allfather. For as long as you can remember, this has been your family's Christmas tradition. After your father finishes delivering gifts all across the nine realms on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day is spent on Asgard with the royal family. You aren't sure why it's a tradition- the elves say it's because Odin was the one to gift your father his powers, to create Santa Claus as the worlds know him- but you've learned over the years it's best not to argue about it.

(There was one year you wanted to spend Christmas at home in the North Pole like a normal family... and your mom fainted from the shock. The elves wouldn't talk to you for a month (which wasn't all that disappointing if you were to be honest). So you considered that lesson learned and never brought it up ever again.)

You watch as your mother greets Frigga next, the two of them looking like the epitome of the Mother archetype. Frigga with her regal air and your mother with her kind smile. You can't imagine ever having to step into their roles and you feel relieved you'll never have to. Your brother is set to be the next Santa and his wife will be Mrs. Claus. Odin's throne will go to Thor and his wife we'll be Queen of Asgard.

All you have to be is yourself.

Free to make your own rules.

To forge your own path.

To-

"Hello, little one." Loki smiles at you fondly and steps towards you. His hands are bound in front of him and the chains draped over his body rattle with each movement.

You tilt your head, observing him closely. "Loki. I knew you were on my dad's Naughty list for the whole New York thing, so I guess it makes sense you ended up on Odin's list too."

His smile morphs into a nasty sneer as he bares his teeth at you. A guard yanks on the chain around his neck, pulling him an appropriate distance from you.

"Must we do this today," Frigga whispers to her husband. "It's the last day of Yule. Let Loki have an hour of freedom."

"And what will that hour cost us," Odin counters.

Your father raises his hand. "If I may? The kids have been working on their magic and sugar plum over here has a real talent for it. I'm sure she could keep Loki in line for an hour."

Loki's eyes burn a hole into the side of your skull as he says, "Yes. The Santa baby can watch me."

"For an hour," you add, turning to your dad. You point a finger at the jolly old man. "And only an hour."

Odin strokes his beard thoughtfully, considering every possible outcome of letting Loki free for a bit. Eventually, he bangs his staff against the shimmering golden floor and Loki's chains fall away. Loki, for his part, makes an effort not to appear too eager. He rubs his wrists and rolls his neck before squaring his shoulders and turning to you.

"I'm at your mercy for the next hour, sugar plum."

And the way he says it so seductively has you reaching the realization that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

You fidget uncomfortably, balling the ends of your long sleeves in your hands. Loki watches your twitchy movements silently. That's how he's always watched you. Ever since that first meeting when you were nothing more than a child coming to terms with her father being the Santa Claus. He's always watched you silently, thoughtfully, like he's waiting for you to decide who you'll be... and maybe, just maybe, if there will be a place for him beside you when you do decide who to be.

"I'm already regretting this," you say out loud to no one really.

No one is paying attention anymore anyway.

No one except Loki who places a hand at the small of your back and gestures in front of you with the other. "Come, we both know you're foaming at the mouth to get to the garden."

You can't help the eyeroll his words induce. "How eloquent."

"Thank you."

"I wasn't complimenting you."

Loki purses his lips, fighting back a grin. "No, you would never do that, would you?"

"Just shut up and follow me."

He pretends to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key, earning an aggravated groan from you.

If you were to be honest, you don't find Loki's presence all that objectionable. Sure, his ego is out of hand, he tried to take over your home planet, he can be a real pain in the ass, sassy, confrontational, a know it all... wait, what was your point again? Oh, right! Loki has many, many, many faults, but he's always been kind to you. Deep down you know his affection for you doesn't truly account for the monstrosities he's committed, but it does make him ten percent less Naughty in your eyes.

"When will you tell Jolly Old Saint Nicholas that I've been the one helping you with your magic, sugar plum."

Okay. Five percent less Naughty.

"Never," you say without looking at him. Instead you fix your eyes on the garden up ahead.

He clicks his tongue. "How absolutely Naughty of you. I approve."

Two percent.

"I don't need your approval. And stop calling me sugar plum!"

Loki stops walking abruptly, forcing you to turn around and meet him face to face. Or face to chest rather. He's taller than you by several inches and his broad figure almost blocks out the steadily rising sun. Hues of pink, orange, and purple burst from behind him in pastel streaks of color. The wind is soft and gentle as it wraps around the two of you, pressing your bodies ever closer. If you could paint you think you would paint him just as he is now, all soft edges and gentle eyes.

He shakes his head. "You don't need it, but you want it. You crave it, don't you, my darling?"

You think you prefer him calling you sugar plum. That feels far less intimate than hearing the words my darling come out of his mouth.

"I don't want anything from you," you say full of false bravado.

"Oh?" Loki pulls you in to his body and tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "Not even my cock? I think if I were to bend you over this balcony and fuck that tight little cunt of yours, you'd thank me by the end of it. Wouldn't you, sugar plum?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and will away the rising heat in the pit of your stomach. "I said stop calling me that, Loki."

"Then what would you prefer, hmm?" His lips are centimeters from yours, teasing you by brushing against you ever so lightly as he speaks. "You positively lit up when I called you my darling. How does my queen sound? Better yet, how about my whore?"

"Stop."

"Did you make it to the Nice list this year? No sneaking around and kissing boys behind my back?"

You grit your teeth, embarrassment washing over you with the realization that you actually enjoy having him talk to you like this. "Stop. I know what you're trying to do."

"And what would that be?"

"You want me to give up on you like everyone else. There's a past between us whether we like it or not and you want me to just... forget it. Let it go. Everyone else already believes you're a monster and you can't stand that there's one person in the world who still believes you can be good."

Silence stretches out between the two of you like a snake sunbathing on a rock. It's an almost tangible sensation. All you can hear is the air rushing through your lungs as Loki's chest rises and falls at an alarming rate.

"Is this the part where we hug and I thank you for always believing in me? Because... no, I don't think I'll do that," Loki finally says after a few painful seconds.

You huff in frustration, spinning on your heel to go back inside and forget the whole deal. You'll lock yourself in a guest room with some delicious Asgardian mead and that'll be that. This whole sexual tension thing with a man you shouldn't want in the first place will disappear along with the alcohol.

Before you can take a step forward and put you're new Christmas Day plan into motion, Loki grabs you by the arm and pulls you back. His chest presses into your back, a warm and solid wall of muscle.

"Where do you think you're running off to, sugar plum?" He bends down and whispers the words in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps all over your body.

"Your hour's up."

"I've still got forty five minutes."

"Yeah, well... I'm finished with this."

Loki slips an arm around your waist, grinding his hardened length into your ass. "You're through when I say you're through, and right now I want you down on your knees worshipping."

"But... we're outside..."

The protest dies on your lips as green sparks emanate from Loki's fingertips, circling the two of you before sinking back into his palm.

"There," he says simply. "Problem solved. Now if anyone were to walk by they would simply see us admiring the flowers. Now, on your knees."

You let him push you down on your knees, his long fingers curling in your hair. Through the tight leather of his trousers you can make out the imprint of his cock. You won't be able to take all of him in your mouth. There's just no way. You're willing to try though, you think to yourself as you look up into the familiar green-blue of his eyes.

He helps you undo his pants, picking up the slack when your nervous fingers tremble while untying the laces. He's eerily patient and allows you to take your time. Build your courage as it were. You want this. You know you do. You're just... nervous.

The realization strikes Loki suddenly. "You're a virgin?"

The accusation- however true- doesn't sit right in your chest. "Do you want me to do this or not?"

Loki's eyes shine bright with absolute glee. "You are!"

"Loki-"

The world swirls and warps around you, the oxygen leaving your lungs in a sudden woosh. You suddenly find yourself in your usual guest chambers. Still on your knees. Still out of breath.

"Much better!" Loki sighs happily before making himself comfortable on the large bed. "Actually, one more thing."

A fire roars to life in the hearth and the bright gold decorations littering the room turn a deep shade of emerald.

"Lest you forget who you're with," he explains simply.

"I couldn't if I tried." You look at Loki out of the corner of your eye as he lounges on the bed. His pants are undone, exposing the deep V of his pelvic muscles and a light dusting of hair. He looks at you so intently you feel like you might explode. "What?"

Loki motions for you to come closer. "I want you to come on my face, sugar plum."

You swear your body just gives out as soon as you hear the words. "W-what?"

He growls and sits straight up. "You are going to walk that pretty little arse over here, and then your are going to straddle my face, so I can lick your cunt until you come."

It takes everything in you to do exactly as he says. You aren't completely inexperienced and you aren't a complete idiot either. You know what the fire in your belly and the slickness between your thighs means. You want Loki, wanted him for years. Never in your wildest dreams did you think he actually wanted you too.

It's a Christmas miracle in your opinion.

When you make it to the edge of the bed Loki tuts at you, toying with the hem of your dress. "I meant to comment earlier, but this is the most horrid thing I've ever seen."

Your brow furrows. "Hey! Sprinkle made this for me!"

"Sprinkle." The way Loki says the elf's name almost sounds like a curse.

"You've met him before. Back a few- oof!"

Loki rips the dress to tatters in the blink of an eye. You want to hit him, curse him, something, but he moves too quickly. Instead you make a mental note to apologize to Sprinkle when you get home, and let Loki manipulate your body so that your kneeling over his face. His breath on your core sends a shiver through your body.

"Loki," you whine, gripping at his hair.

"Good girl," he moans out as you tug on the long, dark strands. "Let's see if you taste as sweet as you look."

His tongue laves at your folds, teasing you. It's strange but nice and exhilarating all at once. Your hips buck involuntarily when he finally slips his tongue inside you and he sighs happily against your skin.

"Fuck, yes," Loki groans.

You whimper pathetically.

"I need inside you. Now," he says against your soaked cunt. "I need you, darling."

All you can do is nod. Your bones feel like jelly, but you want more. You want him. You want him inside you. You want him to come inside you. You want it so badly you can almost imagine a future filled with children who have your hair and his eyes.

When he looks up at you there's a split second where you think he sees that future too.

Loki ends the moment quickly though, telling you to get on your back. He positions his cock at your entrance and you have a momentary lapse in confidence. You don't want him to stop, but he's bigger than you could've guessed, and-

"Relax." Loki presses his mouth to yours, nipping at your bottom lip. "You were made to take this cock."

You nod and angle your hips up so his tip slips inside you. Your unused muscles twitch against the intrusion, making Loki hiss out something in Old Norse. One of his hands wraps around your throat while the other pins your hips against the bed. Using this leverage he pushes his entire length inside you, swallowing your screams with his lips. Loki pumps in and out of you slowly, watching your face for signs of discomfort.

"M-more," you sigh. "Harder... more... please..."

His breath hitches. "Are you sure, my darling?"

"Yes!"

"Very well." Loki's hips snap, shoving himself even deeper inside you.

Your hands fly to grip his biceps. His skin is colder. Colder than you've ever felt it. And there's a slight blue tinge.

"Loki, fuck... oh my god..."

His hand not wrapped around your throat slaps across your cheek. "My king. Say it. Say I'm your king."

You manage a tiny nod. "You're... you're my king..."

Loki's grip tightens and his pace quickens. You can feel his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you around him, forcing his way deep inside you.

"L-Loki..." You let out a short whine. "Come inside me. Please. I need it. Please, please..."

He chuckles darkly. "How pathetic. You're begging like a common whore. Is that what you are, darling? Are you my whore?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, my king."

Loki, seemingly satisfied by your answer, lifts your leg over his shoulder and shoves his way deeper inside you. There's a painful burn as you adjust to the new angle and pace, but the look of ecstasy on Loki's face is enough to send you over the edge again. You come on his cock once more, but this time he comes with you, filling you until it leaks out.

You aren't sure when you closed your eyes, but when you open them Loki is looking at you with a strange expression.

"My hour is up," is all he says.

#loki x reader #loki smut #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki laufesyon x reader #loki layfeyson imagine

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homeofthelonelywriter · 1 year ago

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Marvel - Masterlist

Loki:

Series:

🌺 Can I keep you?: Tony's adopted daughter moves to the Avengers Tower and gains a certain god's attention? What could go wrong?

Happy Ending | Sad Ending

Halloween Special

🌺 Beautiful Stranger: When you’re stumbling through the woods in the middle of the winter, you’re found by strangers and brought to the old mansion. The owner of the mansion helps you and you can’t help but fall in love. But what happens when you find out about his secret?

Part 1 | Part 2

30 days, I’m yours!: Living with the Avengers was...interesting on its own. But when one day, Loki appears and claims that you are his wife, while you have no recollection of even knowing him, interesting turns into plain complicated. Discontinued for now.

Drabbles:

Decorating gone wrong - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #69

Drabble #61

Drabble #54, #71

Oneshots:

Meeting his Match - smut with a bit of plot

Sick - When the Reader gets sick, Loki has to take care of her

Tattoo of Love - You’re working beside Tony and Bruce at a science fair. While you’re there, Thor and Loki come to visit since they need to talk to Tony. Since the last time Loki had changed into his Jotun form, the lines on his skin staid even when he was back to normal. You notice that he is insecure about them and find a way to comfort him

First day of school...again

Okay dad! - Loki is slowly becoming a father figure for you

Imagines:

Imagine being Tony’s adopted daughter. Loki becomes interested in you after he notices how your father treats you.

Captain America:

Drabbles:

Drabble #7

Headcanons:

HC - Captain America x chuby!Reader

Back to the Master-Masterlist

#loki #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfiction masterlist

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lokisbiiiitch1993 · 2 years ago

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Loki Requests Masterlist

Request: Loki using cringy Pick up Lines on you

Request: Loki with the Flu - my Headcanons

Request: Jealous Reader x Loki Headcanons

Request: vampire Loki Headcanons

Request: a Blanket made of Love

Request: Frigga showing Reader Loki's Baby Pics

Nsfw Request: Dom Lady Loki

Request: Loki marrying Childhood Best Friend who's a Goddess

Request: imagine Loki witnessing his S/O on her Period for the first time

Request: my thoughts on Loki's Reaction about his Wife's Pregnancy

Request: Loki giving his S/ O Immortality

Request: the first Date with Loki

Request: drunk Loki + Thor Angst

Request: Loki + Pregnant Wife and her Cravings

Request: the Pregnant announcement - telling Frigga

Request: Loki fluff on our Birthday

Request: Loki x Wife 200th Anniversary

Request: my thoughts on Loki with a Period Simulator

Request: my thoughts of Loki in love writing in a journal

Request: Loki + Reader on Vacation

Request: Loki loves hearing your singing voice

Request: Loki comfort Smut 🔞

Request: taking care of drunk / Hangover Loki

Request: I am proud of you my Son

Request: Mistletoe Magic ✨ Christmas Fic

Request: I have my Eyes on you

Request: Random Jotun Loki thoughts

Request: Loki comforting the reader

Request: hiding your back pain from Loki

Request: Jealous Loki

Request: Loki is comfortable in his Jotun Form around Reader

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki smut #loki imagine #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki of asgard #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #loki laufeyson x reader

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jmwdoesthings · 11 months ago

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Set Me Free - a Loki x OC fanfiction - Chapter One

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Hello :) I'm Jmw. So, I'm re-writing an old fanfiction of mine, and will be posting the chapters accordingly. There will be angst, fluff, and no smut, though it may get very slightly spicy at times (no gross details, or explicit content, I promise). However, since this deals with some heavy topics like madness and torture, I am going to rate this an 18 so people with a fragile heart can avoid being traumatised.

This is a Loki/OC, childhood-friends (sort of) to enemies to lovers. Thor will be her, so will Tony Stark. This is before Avengers and after Thor: Dark World, but it does have the Avengers. The chronology may vary from the line of events slightly.

I'll try and update as quickly as I can, anyway... here's the first chapter.

Ah, and this is just a story - there is only one God and he wants the best for you :)

Enjoy!

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Chapter One - In which Loki is mistaken for one who cares.

Vengeance crumbles the soul. It sways foundations, cracks backbones. It topples tenderness in the heart and reduces honesty to a brittle sculpture which eventually shatters as it's blown through by the ice of disappointment; it adorns feelings with masks woven of intricate plans of deceit and manipulation.

And so Loki Laufeyson’s heart became hard like black ice, which ensnared all the raw and red and beating within it, and turned him into a being of darkness, with black crystals cutting through the blood in his veins, shrouding his chest in armour of indifference, flooding his intestines with acid and clenching his jaw, tight.

Could one see this turmoil and hidden fury in his eyes? Yes and no. His eyes became devoid of warmth and seemed like two pristine spheres - beautiful spheres, blue like jotun skin - set there merely as a tool for deceit and treachery, instead of being a window to his soul, and the turmoil he hid well enough for nobody to notice.

Loki often scoffed at that little fanciful statement. Who in their right mind saw the soul through the eyes, like through windows? When he observed other people’s eyes he saw nothing but twitching matter, something which required an irritating amount of protection on the battlefield, two frustratingly weak little points which simultaneously provided something as valuable and immense as vision. What fool wrote that statement, he wondered, then decided whatever state of intoxication that moron was in when he decided to pick up a quill and play being a poet must have been an incredibly deep one.

Or so Loki rambled on, monologuing internally to drown out the real reason why he scoffed so at a statement so true: if eyes were the window to his soul, then he feared what it was that other people - people who possessed this uncanny ability of seeing soul through the eyes, something which he had trouble with since forever - may see when they looked at his own.

It was a wonder he wasn’t spat at more often, if so many people could see the soul through the eyes. Or perhaps it was why he was spat at so often, be it with words, brutal weapons or projectiles of saliva.

But now, Loki Laufeyson did not care, for his heart was no better than deadened flesh. His heart was encased in black crystals, thoughts of revenge burned in his mind and branded his heart with something hot and seething.

Asgard was never his! Not for one accursed moment!

Loki looked up at the dimming sky and wished with every piece of his heart that he could set it on fire and watch it burn. It looked far too peaceful for him to be content with. The stars even had the audacity to wink at him - actually wink at him! As though he was just little Loki throwing a tantrum in the middle of Central Park, not the king of Asgard who was slowly descending into madness of his own accord!

Loki stared back at the millions of serene lights, looking at him from above. Or were they looking at him? Perhaps he was only thinking that their teeth-sucking was directed at him. In fact, it must have been only him - the great, omniscient stars couldn't care less about the current king of Asgard or about his miserable business.

Like Odin. Loki laughed. Odin couldn’t care less either. He must have had as much fun as those damned stars, watching Loki grow up and fight with Thor about who would be king. Oh, he must have had quite the giggle as they sparred, as they sent scholar after scholar tearing their hair and nanny after nanny running off in tears at their unfathomable characters, knowing full well which perfect son would be the final victor.

Loki clenched his fists until he heard his knuckles cracking and snapping. It had been one thousand years. It had been more than one thousand years. He had believed, for more than one thousand years, that he had been viewed as an equal, as a competitor. But no. All along, he had been a pawn. A tool. A little political reservation!

He gave a few notes of black, harsh-sounding laughter which almost made the grass wither. He had lived in his brother's shadow for so long, holding onto an illusion that somewhere, beneath all these brewing thoughts and schemes he would, one day, make his shot at being worthy and reach the crown with the tips of his fingers.

But this crown had been plucked out of his reach. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Loki had simply reached out to take it. But Loki hadn’t simply reached out to take it - he had crawled, he had pulled himself forward through fields of broken glass and metal, he had torn at the solid ground and grit and dust with his teeth in the darkness of his brother’s huge silhouette, just so that he could move along with a pace which wasn’t pitiful to the ones whom he valued. And when he been just about to grasp it, grasp this chance, shoot this shot… Odin had plucked the crown from him and placed it on Thor’s head. And Thor hadn’t been battered. Thor hadn’t had a single bruise, a single scratch upon him, from his journey to the crown. Thor hadn’t crawled forward on his knees through thorns and sharp, jagged rocks. Thor had been ridden towards the crown in a carriage, reclining with his feet on the opposite seat with everything he needed at his elbow, leaving Loki to be run over and stamped over by the horses which pulled it.

But now, Loki had a plan. One so intricate and subtle, nobody would notice his justified intentions. He would destroy the very place he came from, the very place which posed threat and show Odin that it was he, Loki Laufeyson, the lesser son, who accomplished something even the great Thor Odinson couldn’t do. If Odin wanted him to play at being worthy, so be it. He’d do it his own way. Jotunheim was going to be wiped off the face of the planet, and his father would perhaps finally grace him with-

Loki realised where his train of thought was going, then the shadows in his face darkened as he snarled.

“He’s not my father,” he spat at a nearby tree, sending it cowering and twitching as it ought to when he glared at it, internally shame-faced at some hidden longing of being acknowledged by the Allfather. Loki didn’t need to be acknowledged. He was the god of chaos and he could do everything the god of thunder could, more, for he wasn’t an oaf who had to threaten the scholars so that Odin would receive word that he did, indeed, pass all of his tests which involved more subtlety and intelligence than swinging Mjolnir around his thick head did.

Loki didn’t quite delve into the reason as to why he escaped to Midgard for the day, well, evening. He hated mortals. They were stupid and weak. And yet Asgard was too much, today - this morning Loki had awoken with something horrible and burning stumbling up and down his spine and leaking into his thoughts. He needed to get away, get away from this personal Hel he was walking into… and he supposed there was an element of curiosity too, as to what his brother would now be doing in a place which wasn’t even worthy to uphold one of his boots.

The distant hum of machinery never ceased, even if there was nothing but trees for quite some distance around him, and it only made his thoughts blacker as he gritted his teeth. Perhaps he ought to have chosen a different location to revel in his bitterness than this suffocating park. Even the trees and foliage growing around sparsely looked as though they were artificial.

Then, someone spoke.

“Hello?”

Loki disregarded this voice and presence, a small thought of his weighing more than whatever life coursed through this impertinent mortal’s veins.

He looked up at the darkening sky and returned his thoughts to this poisoned cup life served him, which he was forced to drink from and watch as his veins became black, as his mouth started to froth and ice began to spread through his insides, hurting him, cutting him, spiking him.

Ice. Ha, ha! Of course, Loki forgot! Ice wouldn’t hurt him. No, because Loki was never Odinson in the first place; he was Laufeyson! He was a blue-skinned bastard! He was a jotun-!

“Excuse me.”

Loki made a sound similar to a growl and whipped around. If this mortal knew who he was, it would be grovelling on its papery little knees for forgiveness for interrupting his inner monologue. But Loki would not be forgiving. Oh, no. Quite frankly, he had enough of everything which spoke and had eyes, and if he was going to officially become an outcast, he was going to put his whole blackened soul into it. He’d had enough of being trodden on by others.

It was dark, but light enough for shapes to be distinguishable in the evening, and Loki had sharp eyes. When he focused them on this pathetic little shape, his murderous intentions lessened a little, because he had set them upon a child. A small child. Small enough not to be able to survive with a mother’s hand to hold, and yet it was here, with no other presence around, looking up at him as though he was a potential mother.

It sniffed. Hah, it was crying; its lip was trembling! Disgusting.

“Sorry… Have you seen a man here anywhere?” it said, its voice torn but still strangely polite for a creature so small. Loki hated its sound as soon as it spoke, for it had that unclear quality which came from very recently learning how to speak which grated on his already-tender nerves.

“No,” he replied curtly, then flicked his head to the side for it to move on. But it didn’t seem to take the hint, merely stared up at him with the two, huge eyes in its head shining. Loki couldn’t quite tell, but he thought they were grey. A strange colour. Perhaps young mortal offspring had different eyes to Asgardian children.

When a few moments had passed and still it stood there, Loki began to grow irritated. Perhaps he ought to shoo it away like some meandering cattle. Did it not get the hint? Was it stupid?

He turned back to stare at it and it shifted, bowing its head and clenching its hands at its small chest.

“I’m lost,” it said, sniffing, tears spilling down its small face.

Loki chuckled emptily at its words. He was lost too, though he had a place to call home - a place which he now officially ruled over, actually - and he felt it, cold and empty in this soul which people could see through the eyes and he kept somewhere in his chest. In his chest… It must be the reason why it felt so cold recently.

“Sad, isn’t it,” he said to it, folding his hands behind his back. “Quite a tragedy.”

He observed the creature with distaste. It was undoubtedly female. In the last slivers of light, Loki could make out black hair curling to its chin and rather clear features, as though they belonged to an artist’s paintbrush.

He sighed. “Why don’t you do us both a favour and go and find your mother, hm?”

The mortal child wiped its face and gave a resigned sigh.

“My mother is dead.”

Loki blinked. “Oh.”

He shifted from foot to foot, felt a spike of sympathy, then grew immediately irritated for giving a fraction of a damn, and they grew even more irritated because his moment of dark contemplation of his existence was utterly ruined and now he was going to have to work himself up again to produce it.

“What makes you think I’m going to help you?” he snapped, then really did shoo it away like a stray cat. “Be on your way! Shoo! Off you go! Get going!”

But it stood its ground and did nothing but stare at him. Loki’s fingers twitched. Was it dim-witted? Was it moronic? Pathetic, stupid creature! Did it not see he was incensed?

“Away!” He raised his voice. “I have nothing for you!”

He snarled, baring his teeth. Scare it off, that should do it.

But it didn’t look scared, though it did obediently take a few steps back warily, as though he was a mad man, which only made his fingers tighten and his temper flame, but then there was a rustle to their left; it jumped, its grey eyes widening, then stumbled forward again, out of the shadows of the bushes.

It looked so small in this dark, cold setting of dusk, slight, insignificant compared to the looming trees. It looked as lost as it said it was. But it could not help itself, no matter how hard it tried. He still had a way out. Theoretically, anyway.

Loki gritted his teeth and clenched his fist and muttered some black curses under his breath which he would have never repeated anywhere near his mother for he would have gotten walloped like a swine being butchered.

“Right, fine,” he said airily. “Stay here and bother me, if it makes you feel better.” He waved his hand at it, then turned his back on it. He chuckled, then lowered his voice. “If only you knew who I was. You’d be running for the hills as fast as your little legs could carry you.”

He had been speaking mainly to himself, but its silly voice sounded again and, he had to give it the credit, it made the corners of his lips turn up.

“I know who you are.”

Loki gave a scoffing laugh, then tittered. “Oh, yes. Of course you do.”

“I do,” it insisted.

“I’m sure you do,” he turned towards it, but not completely, for it did not deserve his full attention, and immediately grew irritated at himself for giving it so much attention when he had came to Midgard for a lack of it. “After all, you’re all big and grown up. Grown up enough to navigate this extensive stretch of land.” He encompassed the dismal park with a gesture. “In fact, why don’t you go and explore it?”

He looked at its eyes, then suppressed a shiver. They shouldn’t have belonged to a creature so small and insignificant. They were solemn and knowing, like his mother’s often were whenever he had an outburst; like they had seen just as much as his had.

“Go on,” he mouthed to it, making a pointer with his hand, turning his eyes towards any other features but its observational tools. “Off you go.”

It fixed his eyes onto his and said, “You are Loki Laufeyson, the king of Asgard.”

Loki halted in his tracks, feeling something cold in his veins, his airy smile melting off his face and being replaced by cold astonishment.

“What?” he whispered, his voice sharp as a knife. “What did you just call me?”

Its small brows met, but it fulfilled his request. “I said you are Loki Laufey-”

He reached it in a flash and clamped his hand upon the lower part of its face. He felt his chest heaving up and down with searing rage and he could have sworn that his hand was now tinged with an accursed hue of blue in the dim light.

“Silence,” he hissed, as it struggled under his grasp. “Or I’ll make sure you’ll never speak again.”

It clutched his hand and pushed it down, its eyes wide. “Cold!” it whimpered, clutching at its face. “You’re cold, you’re so cold!”

Loki retracted his hand, something unravelling in his chest as he watched it rub its face and its lips trembling.

“I-” He made a motion with his hand, as though he could brush away his outburst with the material of his pants, then scowled and straightened, severing his guilt and caging himself. “Who are you? How do you know who I am?”

There was no disguise upon it. It wasn’t an illusion. If it was, he would have distorted it with his touch, or his hand would have passed right through it. What was this? This was a mortal child who knew his name! It knew his heritage! Nobody knew of his true heritage but Odin and Frigga!

He took a few steps back, his hands instinctively reaching for his daggers; he whipped them out and brandished them, the metal gleaming cruelly in the fading light.

“Listen, witch, or whatever you are…” He brought the dagger up to its snub nose and watched it furrow its brows and frown at him. “... either you tell me who you are and what your plan is, or I’m going to be the living evidence of exactly why you shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

It was silent.

“Speak!” he yelled, losing his temper. “Who sent you? Are you a spy?”

The mortal child blinked up at him. It seemed not to understand that it could be skinned like a hare if he only wished for it, looking at the gleaming blades with interest instead; looking up at him as though he was the young one frolicking, here!

Loki felt a pang of embarrassment, then lowered the tip of his blade. He was threatening a being which had probably just learned how to walk of its own accord. It didn’t understand him.

He sheathed his daggers and straightened, his blood still roaring in his ears and his chest heaving, and he stared down at it, waiting for it to make the next move.

Its gaze travelled to his hands, to his eyes, then it blinked and began to pull its pink, fluffy sleeves down to grab their ends.

“My name is Henrietta Knott.” It managed to engulf its hands in sleeve, flapped them, then sighed and swallowed. “I turn six in half a year. My parents died in a fire when I was… two.”

Loki clenched his fists. It was one thing loathing the man who raised him and not having a father at all. Or a mother. Perhaps he would have died if Odin hadn’t taken him in.

“I live with my uncle,” it continued. “We went for a walk, and then he disappeared.”

Loki frowned. “He disappeared.”

It nodded and when it spoke next its voice was trembling again. “I turned around and he wasn’t there anymore.”

With that, fresh tears began to spill down its cheeks and it stood there, crying, not even bothering to wipe its face. It looked truly pitiable, this shivering form in a pink fluffy coat and yellow, waterproof boots which were far too big for it.

Loki wasn’t proud to admit it, not even to himself, but at that moment he had never felt more helpless, as irritation, spite, anger and pity sloshed against one another in his chest. His fingers twitched behind his back as he held them there and he tried to come up with something to contribute to the situation with.

“I won’t help you,” he finally said, more to clarify this to himself than to inform the sobbing thing of his lack of heart.

“You will,” it insisted, sniffing. “You will help me.”

“You heard me, child.”

“You will.” It stopped crying now, swallowing and wiping its face. “Even if you are a bad man. You wouldn’t really hurt a child. Not knowingly.”

Loki opened his mouth, then gave a snort of disbelief. The audacity of this creature! What was that even supposed to mean? What in the Allfather’s name was all this?

“I beg your pardon?”

It gave a shaky sigh, then regained control over itself. “Your heart is horrible. You have killed people through ignorance. Through boredom.”

Loki listened with his mind blank to the words tumbling from this five-year-old’s tongue and wondered how it knew what ignorance meant.

“Look at your hands,” it said pointedly. “They’re awful, aren’t they?”

Loki looked at them obediently, stunned out of his senses, something which never happened. He was the one who frazzled people’s senses; and here was this practically a new-born in comparison to him, telling him of his sins while he blundered!

He felt his nostrils flaring and lowered his hands with some force, his face stretching into something perhaps an opponent would find threatening, but this child only looked at him curiously with a strange solemn glimmer in its eyes as it watched him.

“Look at your hands,” it repeated, then pointed at them and flapped its own.

Loki tore his scouring gaze from it and looked down at his hands once more. He turned them over, running his vision over their creases, their details, their length. Nothing.

After a few moments, he shook his head slowly and cast a questioning look back at the child.

“I admit that I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said flatly. “What am I meant to be seeing?”

“They drip with black,” the child pronounced. “Black which doesn’t belong to you.”

“Explain yourself.”

“It’s blood.” It nodded when his expression became blank. “Of the people you’ve hurt. Killed.”

He gave a harsh laugh to mask the strange quiver of his heart, fear seeping through his bones.

“Blood is red,” he said cuttingly. “You’ve missed that part of your homework, little creature. Now, you ought to go home and do it before some equally evil man comes to find you and hurts you.”

It shivered, then took a few steps forward; closer to him.

“If you killed by accident, the blood would be red.”

Loki felt a strange urge to push it away with his foot as the child took hold of his coat, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Hadn’t he threatened it a moment ago? And yet it was clinging to him like he was safe, for all the apparent black dripping from his hands. If it hadn’t said what she had a few moments ago, Loki would have been certain it had a few cogs missing beneath the soft and black of its hair.

“Some drops are red. Some you did not intend to die. But most are black, and so you are bad.” It looked up at him, as though for confirmation. “People who kill to achieve a… a selfish goal are evil. Aren’t they?”

Loki of Asgard made another motion with his hands, as though wiping them clean, then snorted at himself and folded them behind his back again.

He said nothing, but it was still staring at him. Plus, who was he to destroy the moral compass of a being who didn’t see him as king, he thought half-heartedly.

“Yes,” he replied softly, feeling oddly hollow and helpless. “They are evil.”

It observed him for a little while longer, then shrugged its small shoulders. “You will wash it off in years to come.”

Loki felt a pang of… something, in his chest. Something hopeful. “Really.”

“Really.” It nodded. “People pay with bad deeds with pain. That’s what Uncle said once, to Mister Anderson.”

It sighed, then looked back up at him from the daisies they were standing on, pity in its eyes. “I’m sorry you will get hurt.”

Loki would have perhaps felt his temper spike violently again, transforming from his restlessness at this statement, but it was quelled by the action of the child taking hold of his fingers.

“Don’t look so angry,” Henrietta Knott whispered. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Loki looked down at their hands. Hers was small and pink and very soft, as she held his pale forefinger and thumb, hard and toughened with scars in comparison. Something tugged at his heart; he sighed, then moved his hand so that it held hers. It felt good. Good and strange, because Henrietta looked astonishingly content with him doing so.

Loki’s hands were renowned for doing great and terrible things - wielding daggers, casting spells, being tools which expertly aided him with his ploys and weaving his lies - but using them to guide and reassure was certainly not one of them.

“I don’t want to get hurt either,” he admitted, again, more to himself than to the small thing pressed to his right leg.

“I know,” she replied, then looked up at him. “Can you take me home?”

Loki, the being with no conscience and a black soul raised an eyebrow at this proposal. “Do you really want me to hold your hand all the way?” he mocked. “Don’t you fear the black blood dripping on your pretty little coat and fingers?”

She laughed at him, as though he had said something particularly funny. She had a rich, gurgling laugh that even his bitterness and black ice had some trouble withstanding.

“Oh, you are silly.”

Loki frowned. Silly didn’t belong to his repertoire of things he would like to be called, especially not by beings who could barely talk. “I beg your pardon?”

“My fingers won’t be dirty.” She smiled. “I haven’t hurt anybody.”

“Not yet,” he said through gritted teeth. “Just wait until you’re older.”

Henrietta looked up at him and stopped laughing, looking too solemn for her age as her grey eyes widened. “Will I hurt people when I’m older?”

Loki had absolutely no idea. For a moment, he thought about toying with her as she had unwittingly done with his feelings since he’d met her, but he was holding her hand, it was delicate and soft like a chick and he’d be damned if anything happened to it while he was around.

“Oh, don’t worry. Everybody does,” he said as a throwaway comment as they started to walk. “In fact, I daresay you will break hearts like dinner plates when a table is turned over, with those eyes of yours.”

“Oh.”

She seemed crestfallen. Loki observed her with raised eyebrows as she sighed then as she said, “Then I will never grow up.”

A corner of his lips twitched. “No?”

“No,” she replied. “You know, in this book there was a boy who never grew up. He could fly. He flew to listen to this really nice girl read stories to her brothers about him, then flew back to his magical home in a land that was quite far away.”

“Indeed?”

“M-hm,” she hummed, stepping alongside him through the trees. “I won’t grow up either. A lot of grown-ups aren’t nice. So I will stay like this, hopefully. And won’t grow up.”

Loki bowed his head, wishing for a moment that he didn’t grow up either.

“Don’t,” he said softly, then fell silent as she did.

It was autumn, October. Leaves had fallen off the trees, jumping to their death and lay piled around them, skittering across the rich grass and carpeting the dirt paths. Though it was night, it was still pleasant enough for the creature beside him not to shiver. Loki didn’t shiver; he was an accursed jotun.

They hadn’t walked very far when Henrietta stopped.

“Oh, look!”

“What is it?” he snapped, for he had just begun to sink into dark thought and she’d disturbed his wallowing for the third time in the space of fifteen minutes.

“Floating leaves.” She bent over to look at whatever it was she was fascinated with. “There’s a puddle under there.”

“So-?”

Before he could pull her on, she slid her hand out of his and jumped straight into this puddle, splashing, squealing with laughter. Loki watched flabbergasted, trying to understand how jumping in a pooling of downpour and getting her clothes wet was a form of amusement, before the muddy water landed a few inches short of his shoes. He took an instant step back.

“What are you doing?!” He pulled her away from the water. “You crazy being. Ah, you-!”

She had kicked the puddle and stained the bottom of his pants with mud. He gave a disdainful scowl, dried them with a flash of green light, then glared down at her.

“Right! That’s it. I’m leaving you to the wolves. You can go and find your uncle and if you get consumed as a form of light supper, it serves you right.”

He finished scowling, then raised his hands in question, because she was staring at him in awe.

“What was that?!” she cried, stamping in delight. “Do that again!”

His brows furrowed. “Do what?”

She clapped her hands and made a sound like a mute frog being trod on, miming an explosion with her hands. “This!”

He frowned, then realised.

“Oh.” He snapped his fingers. “This?”

Zing. The green light danced up and down his form, lighting up the darkness with brilliance, and lifted his hair a little. Henrietta Knott jumped up and down, clapping, stamping, looking completely delighted, her little teeth glinting.

“Again! Again! Again!”

“Have you never seen magic before?” he asked incredulously, his heart thumping strangely, almost afraid of the amazement he saw in her eyes. “It’s not a rare sight.”

She gasped. “Was that magic?”

“What else would it be?” he said, then outstretched a hand and flashes of light sparked on its surface. “It is magic. My magic.”

“It's…!” She searched for words, pressing her little hands to her face in exaltation. “It’s magnificent!”

And then Loki laughed, straight from the bottom of his heart, something swelling his lungs so that he actually felt as though he was breathing, his mouth stretched so wide it made his face ache. She thought he was magnificent! She thought he was great! Loki wasn’t a madman! He was being complimented! Within moments, he had cast away all of his kingly dignity. He crouched down, disappeared with emerald flashes, reappeared in different places with a bang whilst Henrietta Knott turned round and round with feverish pleasure, squealing, gasping, clapping accordingly.

“Got you,” he hissed as he appeared behind her, apparently an evil wizard. “Found you! Now, I will cart you off to prison, to my jail. You will never be able to get out-!”

He made the mistake of crouching down when appearing. Henrietta gave a delighted yell of excitement and threw herself into his arms. They toppled over onto a pile of leaves, destroying it. Loki landed on his back, slightly winded.

“No,” he gasped when he got his breath back, remembering what function he currently fulfilled. “None of that. Get off me.”

But she didn’t. She climbed right on top of him and sat down on his chest, patting his face.

“You won’t lock me into prison now,” she chuckled. “I’m a dragon. I’ve got you instead.”

He looked up at this improbable dragon sitting on his chest and lowered his hands. He didn’t remember the last time he could speak this level of nonsense without having to watch eyes being rolled.

“No, you’re not.” He sighed, folding his hands on top of his stomach, then looked at her with almost fond resignation. “You’re a silly little girl, sitting on top of the god of mischief because he allowed you to do so.”

He pulled a face, raising his eyebrows for emphasis.

“As soon as I am up, I will lock you into a-” he disappeared in a green flash and reappeared behind her, scooping her up, “-dungeon. And no prince, king, nor warrior will ever be able to… to… to rescue…”

He froze, because Henrietta Knott threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, still giggling. She didn’t move from that position, nuzzling into the soft of his robes beneath his armour, wriggling to get comfortable against him.

Loki had to swallow several times as he stood there dumbfounded, thoroughly convinced he was sick, because why in all nine realms did he have tears in his eyes? He was a trickster, he wielded daggers, he sowed chaos for his own amusement, he cut off heads and stabbed and slashed and killed. His heart was hard and dead, and yet it hurt, hurt as the small thing plastered to his chest and neck embraced him as though he was a hero.

“No, little girl,” he murmured, when he recollected himself. “Little girls do not hug evil men with… dripping hands and…”

He searched for words. “And horrible souls behind the eye.”

She looked at him, beamed, then kissed him on the cheek.

“I like you, Loki of Asgard.”

Loki abandoned reason. “Oh, hush,” he muttered, his voice cracking, then hugged her back carefully, smoothing her hair as she rested her little head on his shoulder.

He resumed the walk, placing each foot slowly and deftly so that he wouldn’t stumble, so that her yawns would quieten. Within moments, her breathing had regulated and she was completely still.

Loki was glad; sleeping prevented her from seeing the two trails his tears left behind upon his face. If she felt his chest moving up and down from quiet sobs, sobs which had been caged in his chest for years without him knowing, he didn’t know.

“You like me. You like me, do you?” he breathed, when he had walked a few minutes, feeling his soul through that small weight on his chest and shoulder. “A very unwise decision. A very foolish one, sweetheart.”

She stirred in her sleep, mumbling. Loki could have sworn it was a protest, and he smiled, sniffing and swallowing back the lump in his throat.

“If you say so, Henrietta Knott” he whispered, patting her back gently. “Whatever makes you happy.”

Five steps later, he paused and listened, frowning. A voice had echoed through the park. It was a male voice, a cry. Loki knew what a desperate cry sounded like, and that was what he had heard.

It came again. “Hattie! Oh, Odin… Henrietta!”

Loki didn’t want to shout, for that meant Hattie would wake up, but the cries came again, desperation came again, and so he stopped and replied.

“Here!” he called, feeling the pet stiffen on his shoulder as he startled her awake. “I have her!”

The voice stopped, then sounded again, though with less dismay and lined with hope. “Where?! Where?!”

Loki thought, then snapped his fingers. “The green light!”

The man to whom the voice belonged rushed into the clearing when the green stream of light cleared. He was tall, well built, his arms and chest the ones of a warrior, grey hair hung to his chin and a wild beard was braided down his loosely-clad chest.

“Oh, thank Odin!” he cried, then approached him with haste. “Thank you, Sir, thank you!”

He pulled up short the same moment Henrietta turned and slid out of Loki’s arms, close enough for his features to be observed. His nose was hooked and an intricate, crimson tattoo snaked from his cheek to the left of his forehead.

“My lord,” he managed to utter, before Hattie plastered herself to him with joyful cries of, “Uncle, Uncle!”

“Uncle indeed,” Loki said coldly, sadly realising his arms felt strangely empty. “What uncle forsakes their five-year-old niece at a time like this? In a place like this? Do you realise what could have happened to her, lest she had not come across me?”

He felt his hands clenching, though by all rights he shouldn’t have cared at all. “I hear this happens again, and I’ll personally ensure you’re skewered!”

The man dropped to one knee and bowed his head, though he did not seem afraid.

“Forgive me, my lord,” he said, then looked up and picked up Henrietta. “Thank Odin she was with you. I thank you for your efforts in delivering her to me. I fear to think what would have happened if you hadn’t found her.”

Loki scoured the man with his gaze, then he nodded in recognition. “It’s you,” he said. “Dauneren Haldanson.”

He gave a single chuckle, watching Henrietta as she slid from his arms and yawned sleepily.

“The banished. The foul. The traitor.”

The man bowed his head again, though he didn’t take his eyes off Hattie as she began to explore the vicinity. “The one who led the jotuns into Asgard, two-hundred years ago.” He smiled sadly. “My word remains the same. I had nothing to do with the incident. The assassination was pulled off as though I had a hand in it, but… well. I didn’t have a hand in it, not that time.”

His eyes flicked to him. “You know as the god of lies, my lord, that I am speaking the truth.”

“You wouldn’t be speaking so freely if you were not,” he replied, glad his tears had dried off and he wasn’t red in the face any longer, then smiled. “But, as they say… who lives by the sword, dies by the sword. Or at least faces torture by sharp objects.”

Haldanson grimaced. “It is so. You make a lot of enemies as an assassin, as unlikely as it may seem.”

“Hah,” Loki laughed, then trained his gaze on Hattie, who had run off to jump in another puddle of water. Haldanson followed his gaze and chuckled.

“I do apologise for any strange things she may have told you, my lord. She is gifted with talents many would kill to possess, but… you know, being only five, she has little idea about tact.”

They watched her, these two treacherous men both fully capable of murder, as Hattie squealed in the puddles, ran up to a tree in which curious squirrels observed her, the creatures probably wondering whether they had found a lost brethren in the dead of night.

“You can imagine what a fright she has given some people, my liege, recounting their darkest sins before their very eyes.” Haldanson scratched his beard and chuckled. “You know, she asks me about mine at least five times daily.”

Loki gave him half a smile. “Must be an interesting life.”

“Oh, very much so. Quite an ordeal. You can’t reason with her, she simply knows better than you.”

Loki felt an odd sort of pride at that statement, even though he had only known this little girl for about half an hour. Haldanson called Hattie over when she attempted to climb the tree to tame the squirrel - she pouted but came, seeing her attempt was futile, then took Haldanson’s hand. Loki wondered whether she could see any black on his hands, as Haldanson was no angel.

“I can,” she replied, making him start. “But Uncle’s hands are less black than yours. He’s already paid. Almost paid. His don’t drip anymore, but yours do.”

Haldanson frowned and looked slightly uncomfortable, but Loki raised his eyebrows and grinned, impressed.

“She can read thoughts?”

“Only if she wants to.” Haldanson scratched his beard again. “I reckon she’ll stop wanting when she grows a little older and begins to understand some of the things she sees. She needs to learn control. The hardest one there is… Don’t you, Hattie?”

Hattie nodded sweetly, twirling around in her yellow boots and pink, fluffy coat, looking at Loki with round, grey eyes.

“Will you walk me to school tomorrow, Loki of Asgard?”

Haldanson spluttered at her outrightness, astonished.

“Now, Hattie,” he managed after a few seconds, “the prince of Asgard is very busy and has much more important things to do than walking little girls to school.”

Hattie pursed her lips. “Loki is the king of Asgard, Uncle.”

Haldanson looked perplexed, glanced at Loki, who looked back coolly, then when he gave no countering statement, his eyes widened and he bowed a little frantically with a hand on his breast.

“Well, I had no idea,” he managed. “Last time I was in Asgard you were a prince, my Lord-”

“But can he walk me to school?” Henrietta tugged on her uncle’s sleeve impatiently. “I don’t like Doris, she smells of cat and doesn’t like me, and you’re always very busy, uncle, and-”

“It’s alright,” Loki said, looking down at her with a smile - so many smiles in such a short space of time which weren’t a mask, an admirable record. “I will consider.”

“Oh, fantastic!” Hattie laughed and clapped her hands and beamed at him, making his chest swell and want to scoop her up and press her to his chest again. “I would love to look at your sparks again!”

Loki laughed and shook his head. “And I thought she was a simple mortal creature.”

“She is from Asgard, like you, my king,” Haldanson bowed his head, still looking slightly nervous. “And far too sure of herself for her own safety. Well. We’ll be off home. It’s getting late. It was an honour to meet you, my lord.”

Loki inclined his head as Haldanson bowed, then raised a finger as he urged Hattie to do the same.

“No,” he said, motioning for her to stand. “She doesn’t need to bow to me.”

Hattie laughed as Haldanson nodded weakly, then she sprang forward and clasped him.

“Goodbye, Loki of Asgard. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I will come,” he promised, bending down. “If not tomorrow, then after that.”

He wouldn’t need to be told twice. Not even once. Not when she was staring up at him as though she was really glad to see him, as though he had the power to turn her day into something bright and warm with his cold, jotun hands which could only destroy and consume.

“Good,” she said, then reached up to hold his cheeks. “Good, good, good.”

He gently took her hands away before he had any strange spells again, swallowing. “Off you go, now.”

“Okay.” She patted his cheek, then flew back to her uncle and grabbed his hand. Haldanson nodded in reply to Loki’s look, bowed again for good measure, then picked Hattie up and turned.

Loki watched them disappear into the dark, raising a hand in farewell when Henrietta waved at him.

He stood there long in the dark, looking up at the sky.

Your hands are black. It’s blood. Of the people you’ve hurt.

Loki lifted his hands up to his face, squinting, but of course, he couldn’t see anything amiss. There were quite a few white scars running over his flesh from battle and feuds, but other than that they were as pale and slender as ever.

“Don’t be a fool,” he muttered, letting them drop. “It’s just a childish fancy.”

This childish fancy, however, left an impact upon him that only the next few years could tear from his soul, because it was only when Loki was back in Asgard, in his own empty, royal chambers did he realise that he was clutching the material of his clothes just above his heart, where Henrietta had slept, with a strange obstinacy and longing.

He sank down onto his bed with a sigh, trying to remember what it had felt like to hold someone who trusted him and… liked him. Not because they had to, but because they chose to.

But he was in too deep. He had set things in motion with Thor’s banishment to Midgard which he couldn’t undo, and had to give up hoping for warmth and succumb back to the cold he couldn’t survive without.

And he knew not that in a span of time insignificant to someone of his lifespan, he would become a traitor, that he would fall of Bifrost bridge upon realising that there was no place for him in Asgard, running from shame and Odin’s - his once-father’s - indifferent face, who watched him fall without blinking. That he would become unrecognisably twisted, that he would suffer agony beyond his imagination, that he would lose the trust of the one being who he treasured beyond all.

Though, what happened following that was something he wouldn’t have expected from any pages fate had written for him and if you asked him, he would have looked you in the eyes and solemnly replied that he was undeserving of a moment of it.

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That's the first chapter! As always, feedback is appreciated!

#loki laufeyson #loki x oc #loki #loki odinson #loki series #loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki laufeyson x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #tony stark #thor #thor odinson #i wrote a fanfic #wattpad #thor ragnarok #thor dark world

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gloriousburden · 1 year ago

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who am i and what is this blog for?

i’m grace. i don’t really like sharing many personal details, but i will state that i am 18.

Sideblog is @questions-about-loki FOLLOW AND SEND IN SUBMISSIONS!!

i am obviously a loki fangirl, but i also like: the legend of zelda, splatoon, attack on titan, grimes, björk, and more. i do also like other mcu characters as well but i’m just… more normal about them than i am about loki.

Also I kinda use this blog as an OG Loki archive. I have tags dedicated to older Loki content posted on here to sort of archive it since I unfortunately missed out on the prime time to be a Loki fan. #og loki post #og loki fanart + #og mcu post (tagged below)

like i said in my bio… this is an anti loki series blog, and i am critical of ragnarok as well. of course if you like these things (specifically ragnarok) still feel free to follow. it’s just i definitely won’t follow back blogs that heavily reblog/post series content, blogs that strictly post the variant/do not post anything that has to do with the og loki, and blogs that reblog/post a lot of lokius/sylki content.

and i… maybe i kinda question why a series blog would follow me in the first place since i am so negative about it 😭 if i don’t follow back, know that it’s truly not personal. i just really don’t want any series stuff on my dash. i have my reasons for deeply disliking the series, and i am more than welcome to discuss/debate those reasons. i have many times on my blog using #anti loki series.

(ALSO a lot of my OWN loki rants/analyzations/whatever we’d like to call them are under #loki 💭 which i’ve added the tag on this post. do check that out if you’d like to understand some of my views on loki/the series better, or if you just want to read stuff about loki)

please feel more than welcome to send me an ask/dm about anything at all, or if you’d like to become mutuals! i sometimes forget to follow back others because i get a lot of notifs lol

i do not USUALLY reblog or post any straight up nsft/suggestive content such as smut or suggestive fanart, but if I do… it’s under #suggestive. feel more than free to follow if you do interact with that sort of content.

i don’t have a crazy dni list or anything just obviously don’t be weird

also… i do try my best to hide it, but i sometimes get very defensive/sensitive over loki. if i ever come off as rude when defending him from others who mischaracterize/misunderstand him, i genuinely apologize. he means a lot to me and i tend to get irrationally upset at mischaracterization.

some posts of mine that i think are interesting:

(aka a mixture of posts that are actually interesting, as well as just some of my top posts for easy access lol)

my take on the thanos brainwashed loki theory… [link]

poll on how the fandom would feel if loki from infinity war was revealed to have survived, and had a cameo in a future marvel project… [link]

wondering what it’d be like to be a normal asgardian witnessing all the events our little characters went through… [link]

avengers loki… save me… [link]

thor 1 loki, and avengers loki having the same face a year apart… [link]

that beautiful 6'2 Norse god… [link]

STOP CALLING AVENGERS LOKI’S HAIR GREASY GRRRRRR… [link]

Girl I don’t even know what to call this one. I didn’t even know this was gonna get any notes. I was just saying words. Something something Loki’s eyelids… [link]

Jotun Loki discourse with LOTS of interesting reblogs. Do check them out… [link]

My opinions on Loki’s helms, as well as some info… [link]

Results to a poll asking other anti series blogs how much of the series they actually watched… [link]

This gif of Loki that got like 500 notes for some reason 😭😭😭… [link]

Loki sighting!!! ... [link]

One of my favorite Loki takes of mine… [link]

(will eventually add more 😁)

(Loki Imagine/Loki x reader esque posts are under #loki imagine and #loki x reader I’ve been dabbling into that sort of thing recently. Added the tags under this post. Once again, anything suggestive is under #suggestive. So do with that what you will.)

#introductory post #loki 💭#loki imagine #loki x reader #og loki post #og loki fanart #og mcu post

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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Arranged Marriage AU Masterlist 2

part one

A Marriage Between Realms (ao3) - professnerdiness loki/sylvie E, 16k

Summary: “She and I are both the offspring of Kings. The son of Laufey and the daughter of Odin. Two children whose fathers have been mortal enemies for millennia. They stole us from each other when we were babes, and raised us far from our lands and people. And now, we’re being married in order to reunite our families and bring peace to the Nine Realms.”

Prince Loki of Asgard and Princess Sylvie of Jotunheim are wed in a marriage of convenience and political necessity. Can they find something deeper between them?

A Sylki Arranged Marriage AU

A Promise of Peace (ao3) - neonheartbeat loki/sylvie E, 107k

Summary: Sylvie Odinsdottir knows her duty as a princess: to place Asgard above her own wants and desires. But when she meets the Jotun prince she's been promised to marry since she was young, she finds her loyalties begin to shift, and trust is a luxury she may not be able to afford for long...

Arranged (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight steve/tony T, 8k

Summary: Royalty AU-- Howard arranges a match between Tony and Steve, but when Tony tries to run away with Tiberius instead, Steve goes after his betrothed and brings him home. Things are difficult between the couple at first, but an impulsive kiss leads to softer moments, and finally the arranged pair find happiness together.

Come lay with me, You're safe with me (ao3) - annunziatina tony/bruce M, 48k

Summary: In exchange for a military contract that would save his family from financial ruin, Tony Stark is forced to abandon his desire for love. But the reclusive scientist to whom Tony is promised is far from the army grunt he imagined. And maybe love isn't really out of reach.

everybody wants to rule the world (ao3) - bevioletskies peter/gamora T, 109k

Summary: Peter is the one and only heir to the Celestial throne. Gamora is expected to successfully lead the Titans to conquer the galaxy. A political alliance is in the works, and there may or may not be wedding bells in the air.

Alternately: Peter and Gamora find themselves in an arranged marriage and want nothing to do with it, but might need each other more than they think if they want to escape their genocidal fathers forever.

heavy is the crown (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony G, 17k

Summary: “Why did you pick me? As a match. Howard forced you to marry, but you had - there were other options. Many of them.”

“Maybe I wanted to help you,” Tony says. “To help - anyone, for once. Your people needed it.”

Oh, Steve thinks dully. So it wasn’t about him at all. It’s - a comfort, in some ways. In others, it’s… less so.

“And-” Tony hesitates. "Everyone said you were kind. I thought… if I had to marry, I’d prefer to marry someone kind.”

(Or, Arranged Marriage AU.)

I’m With Him Until the Death Do Us Part (But It Doesn’t Do for this Hungry Heart) (ao3) - Just AnotherMarvelGirl wanda/vision E, 4k

Summary: I really tried to come up with a better summary, but I keep going back to the basics: an arranged marriage royal AU, with cheating, smut, and murder.

In the Hall of the Mountain King (ao3) - Hippiebuckyharrington steve/thor, background bucky/tony E, 26k

Summary: Thor doesn't mind taking the throne when his father dies. He doesn't mind giving up his partying ways with his brother in order to be the responsible King Asguard deserves. What he does mind is having to marry the prince of the neighboring kingdom of Midgard. He doesn't need a spouse to run his country, and he isn't ready to settle down.

Steve really would just like love, a family maybe, and to not be stuck watching his newly married brother mooning over his new husband. And he'd rather be painting anyway, so an arranged marriage is not the worst idea. What Steve doesn't want is to be married to the strange almost barbaric King, who shows up spectacularly hungover to their wedding. Now he's alone, and scared in a place miles from anything he is used to, saddled to a King who doesn't want him.

But maybe, maybe all hope is not lost, even with the disaster their wedding turns into. Maybe, just maybe, there is something to be salvaged from the less than ideal circumstances that brought them together.

just wrong enough to make it feel right (ao3) - thelilacfield wanda/vision M, 7k

Summary: “This is Vision. He is my personal guard. And he will be yours, my lady, whenever you ask.”

She thought that coming to the kingdom would be the end of all her troubles. Marrying a king would be her happy ever after. And yet, as Vision steps forward and shyly bows to her, she can’t help thinking that troubles are only just beginning with the way her heart flutters when those blue eyes meet hers.

Marriage and Mate Chases (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight steve/tony, bucky/natasha, sam/clint E, 439k

Summary: A Regency-ish AU:

Strict, stern Alpha Captain Steve Rogers is firmly in control of himself, his army, and his life and intends to marry an Omega who shares the same ideals while wild, flighty Omega!Tony loves to flaunt Howard's rules, society's expectations and has no intention of settling down.

An arranged marriage forces Alpha and Omega together, but Steve's constant disapproval and Tony's refusal to compromise leads to anger and arguments, missed heats, harsh ruts and a lack of bonding bites. Vicious rumours fly about the Omega's fidelity and the Alpha's ability to control his mate and when Steve runs away to war to distance himself from his unpredictable husband, Tony turns to new friends and illicit activities to hide his hurting heart.

Steve returns from war a changed man ready to be a good husband, dedicating every minute of every day to winning Tony's heart back, but Tony is tired of being ignored, busy with his own projects and unwilling to give the Alpha another chance.

With outside forces plotting to ruin what little happiness they have, are Steve and Tony doomed to be unbonded husbands, married but never truly mates?

marry the sunset (ao3) - becuille t'challa/m'baku E, 5k

Summary: On the night before his wedding, T’Challa is not surprised by his inability to sleep. He is plagued by thoughts of M’Baku from years ago, pushed back in his memory like a long forgotten dream.

Of Broken Dreams and Mended Hearts (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky, peggy/gabe, clint/natasha, pepper/tony, bucky/rumlow M, 354k

Summary: When the House of Barnes is left in massive debt after the death of George Barnes, their oldest son and heir, Bucky, is forced to sacrifice his own hopes and dreams by entering an arranged married to Steve Rogers. Steve seems kind enough, has a prominent job in the government, and was even voted Society's Best Catch. But the House Rogers is significantly higher in status than Bucky's family, which means Bucky is marrying up in Society, and marrying up doesn't only come with rewards, it also comes with certain...expectations and losses--some of which Bucky might be willing to do anything to avoid. And those opportunities might come his way.

Unless, of course, he actually starts falling in love with his new husband...

Seasons of Time (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness, britbrit99 steve/thor T, 56k

Summary: Thor hadn’t put much thought into what marriage and bonding might look like for him. The consideration only ever went as far as acknowledging that it was something that would need to happen, that was expected of him. He certainly didn’t ask questions or press for answers he was wholly uninterested in hearing.

Someday he would be required to court potential mates that would inevitably lead to marriage and, of course, bonding. He would be expected to have a child, at least one, preferably born with an Alpha designation, who he would then be expected to raise to take his place some many, many years down the road.

Someday, the time would come where he would need to conform to the role of King that he would eventually fill and that included the aforementioned expectations.

The Norns Write Right in Crooked Lines (ao3) - Anny_Franny loki/tony T, 17k

Summary: Two princes are forced into an engagement to form a military alliance and save thousand of lives. Thor and Tony had everything to be a happy couple: they were friends, they liked to drink, they knew how to deal with their weapons. Maybe they didn’t love each other, but hey, given time, who knew? Except…

Well, except Tony kinda fell in love with his hot dickish brother-in-law.

The Robot King (ao3) - betheflame pepper/tony T, 27k

Summary: Howard Stark has been a narcissistic control freak for a long time, so no one should really be surprised he added his son’s betrothal to a business merger, even when said son is 4 at the time.

Pepper and Tony are soulmates and all is looking peachy, until a tragic car accident, a well-placed lie, and years of emotional abuse conspire to force them apart.

Can they make it back to each other? And despite Howard’s indifference, find true love?

+++++++++++++

(Of course they can. I only write happily ever afters.)

Basically, this is Lion King, which means it's Hamlet, because evidently I only write AUs now.

The Selection (ao3) - worrisomeme steve/bucky, riley/sam, peggy/angie, clint/natasha M, 20k

Summary: The Department of Spousal Selection. Anyone not married by age 25 gets a spouse assigned to them by the government. And it’s fine, really. The matches are almost always a perfect fit. Steve Rogers is a successful tattoo artist who’s about to have his world turned upside down when he’s matched with a one Bucky Barnes. As they navigate their new life together and learn to deal with each other’s baggage, will their match prove successful, or will their inner demons tear them apart?

we deserve a soft epilogue, my love (ao3) - zashizawa tony/natasha N/R, 9k

Summary: "Love. . ." She trailed off, brows furrowed, "Love isn't always enough to make someone stay, Tony."

His eyes met hers, the green shining from the weak streetlights nearby, and he wondered when that had become his favorite color.

"It can be." He argued, because he knew his parents loved each other, and that was enough for them. He didn't know why, but they did.

"But, not always." She replied pointedly, looking between him and her. He knew where she was coming from.

They'd gotten closer, he didn't know how, but he could feel her leg brush against his under the water.

They both locked eyes for a moment, and Tony found himself gravitating closer. "It can be." He murmured yet again, his fingers brushing delicately against her bare side, his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips.

"It can be." Natasha finally agreed, looking at him just as intensely as he stared at her.

(Or, the arranged marriage au nobody asked for)

What Comes on the Stage (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle), chaosmanor steve/bucky E, 11k

Summary: Living in Wyoming Territory in the 1880s, recently widowed Bucky Barnes needs a wife—someone to help him on the farm and bear him children. When he arranges for a bride from the East Coast to join him on his homestead, he’s met with a surprise. What he doesn’t foresee is falling in love, especially when Steve Rogers isn’t at all who Bucky expects to step off the stagecoach.

wish you were the piece to get me out of the game (ao3) - disaster_energy loki/mobius T, 10k

Summary: “It is only courteous of us to propose an option as well, the peace between the realms would-”

“Propose me.”

-- Or; King Mobius is looking for a consort among the Nine Realms. Loki discreetly throws himself as tribute.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #arranged marriage #arranged marriage masterlist #au

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illwynd · 2 years ago

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fic stats meme

tagged by @seamayweed. TY bb!!!! :D

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

most hits: Sleeping Beauty (thorki, smut, 6.2k words). One of my relatively early thorki fics from back in the kinkmeme days, full of somnophilia and various other kinks and delicious bottom!Thor with a side of Loki angst. (I bet I know why this one has a disproportionate number of hits to kudos. seems like it has a lot of. ah. reread value *waggles eyebrows*)

second-most kudos: Thunder and Other Things (thorki, 22.7k words). My take on the standard thorki arranged marriage with Jotun Loki trope... but because it's me writing it, he quickly gets Thor pregnant.

third-most comments: LMD (thorki+ (it's complicated), IW/EG AU-ish, 67k words). I guess it makes sense for one of my longer and serially posted fics to have lots of comments, even though it was written after the fandom had gotten so much quieter in recent years.

fourth-most bookmarks: Fimbulwinter (thorki, Wintersmith AU, 28.7k words). I still have a huge soft spot for this one. I love the way the story just seemed to be waiting to be uncovered, the way the roles just slipped over them, perfectly fitted. I love it when I get to play around with mythic references and resonances.

fifth-most words: What You Are in the Dark (thorki, horror, 37k words). One of my spookyfics, but one that started out from a single scene/concept of Thor getting consentacled by tentacle-monster Loki who was horrified by what his transformed body was doing, and it grew to a pretty sizeable story to explain that scene. Figuring out how to make that work was fun XD

least words: Two Thefts (Brothers Karamazov, Mitya/Alyosha, 100 words). It's a true drabble, what can I say? I come from old fandom where the art of drabbling was an important skill. Of course it's exactly 100 words long.

(Alternatively, if we stick with Thor fandom fics, it would be Jotun Thor Is Thor's Fursona, which is 377 words. I still recall hastily writing and posting it in response to a mutual's shitpost while getting ready to run out the door to head down to Comic-con and then not realizing how it had landed until I was able to actually sit down and scroll tumblr hours later XD good times, good times.)

Tagging anybody who wants to do it! Seriously, just say I tagged you. It's all good.

#i guess we do a meme #my fic #illwynd is a weirdo

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mysticalmayhem1930 · 2 years ago

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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part Thirty Three: Epilogue <<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: The finale just wrapping up some stuff

Thank you to all who read and enjoyed this story I had a lot of fun and other emotions while writing it.

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

Link to previous chapter

Link to Masterlist

Credit to artist

Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

Loki learned fast how to care for Matthias. From changing him to bathing him. He did everything in his power to give his wife time to recover, from as Eva put it delivering a watermelon. Matthias was 14 lbs 3 oz and 30" long. After getting home from the hospital and settling their son into his routine Loki spent hours with his son, often taking him for walks in the stroller, after the first time he made sure that Eva was with him, he was stopped by at least ten women cooing at how cute the little boy was and how much he looked like his father. At least five of them pressed their phone number into his hand. Eva especially liked watching as Loki prepared him for bed, there was bath time, and story time. Loki told his son altered versions of his Asgardian fairy tails where the Jotun were not monsters. Occasionally Eva heard him singing Asgardian lullabies. Loki would listen as Eva did the same sharing her fairy tales and lullabies. Matthias would only know love from his family and extended family. Loki's patience with his son was astounding. After the birth Loki put a glamour on him that also changed his temperature jus like his daddy. They preferred at home for both boys to be Jotun. An unexpected side affect of the birth was Eva's skin was left with the pale blue hue. So she even had a glamour when they went out as well.

Stephen stopped by at least once every few days to check on both of them. The little boy while enamored with his dad, loved his uncles, he was constantly giggling when they came over. Thor was a fun uncle, Stephen was nurturing and Tony spoiled him rotten. He also stole his aunts hearts when they held him. He loved Peppers nurture, Nat's fearlessness, or the fun aunt, and Wanda's magic and protectiveness. Eva thought it fitting that her son and Stephen shared the same birthday November 18. Loki was proud to announce that Odin has accepted Matthias as his grandson, and as such after his first birthday they would go to Asgard for his coronation. Fury had personal child care installed at the tower and the compound, for when Eva and Loki were back.

"Loki, how many children did you say you wanted?" Asked Eva one night when Matthias was two.

"If I remember correctly it was 3, but two would be best."

"You ready for me to curse you out again if we do?"

"I'll be there for you through it all. Eva, if we don't have any more children I will still die a happy man. I have the love of my life, and the most precious little boy..."

"He looks so much like you. I can't wait till he's older and you can start teaching him magic. I've already spoken to Charles Xavier, and he's putting together a plan for Matthias' education beyond what we will teach him. I have such hope for his future."

"Why, Princess, did you ask about children again?"

"Because I just saw Dr Mooney a week ago, and we'll..."

Loki picked her up in a flash peppering kisses along her face and neck "so I'm going to be a dad again?"

"Yes my Prince you will be a dad again, but you get to tell Fury this time!" She laughed as he spun her around. "He's not going to be happy, I may just get used to desk duty, I'm going to be stuck there again."

"Eva, I'm so lucky to have found you, I never want to think what our life would have been like without one little injury, and one bold move."

"Loki our little family is growing, and I'm so excited to be a part of it! I love you Always my Sweet, Dark and Sexy Prince."

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year ago

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ohh my god this story was a whole ride and a half from start to finish and I gotta run a good few laps over the smuts in this 🥵

Firstly the way you wrote this entire piece was so immersive and each character felt so accurate, especially with everyone being so quick to just barely even care about Loki's well being and being so confident that whatever's "wrong" with him will just pass, and if it doesn't then at least they don't have to deal with him…like I can just tell that if we actually ever got to see Loki have to go through reformation in the Avengers Tower in the MCU, this is how he'd be treated the first year…maybe even longer. 🥲 And I commend the way you wrote Tony because that's probably the most accurate of them all, a part of him going "whelp guess he'll die then" with that signature snark and his intolerance of Loki after the events of the Avengers movie…I was so ready to fight a fictional billionaire in this story because of how hellbent he was to not listen to a single explanation on what could've been happening to Loki or to Reader.

Me @ Tony:

Secondly, Reader's dedication to Loki in this story was so endearing and heartwarming like she refused to just chalk it up to something that'll pass given enough time, and she wasn't willing to wait for Thor to go to Asgard in a few days when she knew that he was suffering now. Even a severe language barrier wasn't gonna stop her and I love her so much for it 👏👏

And Loki's dedication to Reader in turn was also so lovely to read because he was willing not just to break rules but also to see his former partners so that he could understand Reader's situation better. The mentions of Amora and Sigyn were also just a fabulous touch 💖

But my absolute favorite part was him facing off with the Avengers again when he got back to Earth and said that he's going to fix what's happening to Reader, but he's doing it for her and not for anyone else because he couldn't give less fucks if the rest of the team cared, he just wants Reader to be alright 🥹💖 And second favorite part is the bit in the Jotun physiology that makes them a monogamous species, so they're quite literally addicted to each other and they have a built-in "honeymoon period" before they can even think of spending any amount of time apart because they have to feed the cravings 😳😏

And his confession that he feels the same way was so cute 🥹 Like they've literally had sex twice but he was still a bit hesitant to tell her that yes, he has romantic feelings for her too and he very much wants to ✨keep her✨ 💖🫠

Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat–and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied…

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki… so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 7 years ago

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Inktober Day 4: Spell

Masterlist

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Jotun!Thor Odinson X Plus!Size Reader (Fox Maiden – Were-fox)

WARNINGS: SMUT! DARK! +18 ONLY! This is in response to the What if series that Marvel is coming out with this month & I LOVE the idea of a Jotun Thor!

Words: +2,000

“Look at what I caught trying to, charm her way across the Jotunheim,” the Jotun guard bellowed, dropping the sack he carried over his shoulder onto the floor, but ever so gently, all he needed was to get on the brother’s bad side this early in the day.

The sack jerking around & a fiery fuzzed headed Y/N popped out of the burlap material that chaffed at naked skin. Shivering the instant, the frozen air hit sweat soaked flesh, courtesy of the change, something she had kept held back till this morning when she could take no more of the threats of rape from her Jotun captor, the great god of thunder himself Thor. Looking up at him, blonde hair standing out against the blues of this realm, just like she looked like a little firebrand running across the waste to gods knew where.

Here Y/N was, back at the feet of the runtling brothers, shivering at their feet, devoid of the velvet soft furs that Thor had gifted her when he brought her here from Midgard. Leaving her holding to the course burlap sack trying to stay warm as she shivered harder. Holding his gaze worriedly when the god knelt to look her over, reaching a warm finger out to pull at the sack, exposing ice damp breast chattering uncontrollably. Watching him cock his head as to why she wore no clothes & looking up to the guard.

“What is this? Where are my pets furs,” the red eyed god growled low in his throat watching the guard closely while Loki stepped closer to assess the situation himself.

“She is a hybrid,” Loki spoke up, causing the red head to look up at him, eyes pleading for him to keep his mouth shut.

“A hybrid,” Thor laughed, taking Y/N’ chin in his hand, body shivering more violently at the contact making sure to shut her eyes because Y/N knew they would give her away.

“This creature is nothing but a little witch, one that can do no more than cast little… spells,” Thor laughed, still looking Y/N over, tilting her head to realize the collar he had gifted her with was gone, frowning that his pet had lost it.

“He speaks the truth,” the guard spoke up to the two runts, nodding to the raven-haired Loki who looked down at the shivering creature darkly.

“I spotted a flame of sorts streaking across the barren lands, Norns know where she was headed, I went after it, not sure what it was. When I came close I seen a fox, large for its kind & wondered what it was doing here. When I captured it, it turned into your pet, screeching at me, I knew you would want her back, so I stuffed her in my pouch & brought her here,” the giant explained, members of the court now looking as they went by curios to what they were doing with the, creature.

“How did she get out of my chambers,” Thor pondered, allowing her to curl back into the sack, standing & looking down at her, then back to Loki who smiled darkly, satisfied he had exposed the little fox for what she was.

“You did this brother,” Thor spoke, getting Loki’ attention, who looked up at him keeping the smile.

“She was born like this, I think they call them were-foxes, kin to the werewolves that we hunt on Midgard from time to time, but her kind are harder to track. Call them tricksters, do they not Y/N,” Loki spoke down to the fiery eye woman that sat curled in the sack.

“Little fox cast a spell on the door guard I am told, devilish little thing,” Loki smirked.

“A fox you say,” Thor spoke darkly now, causing Y/N to look up at him, knowing she was too cold to fight.

A jolt of fear going through her body when the blue lined god jerked her to shivering legs, tearing the sack from a thick framed naked body to expose it to the cold. Thick middle, ample breast, beautifully plump thighs & hips for all to see, making the god of thunder growl deep in his chest, just how he liked them. Trying to cover herself, but he had her arms in a crushing grip that told her nothing she done would stop him.

“It has been centuries since I have seen a fox, explains the fiery red hair,” Thor smiled viciously in her face, filling Y/N shiver in his grasp.

“What do I need to do to make her turn into a fox, I would love to see that, even chase her across the Jotunheim, because I do love a chase,” Thor smirked, talking to Loki who came close.

Y/N’ heart hammered in her chest, spell, Y/N spell, think spell, oh fuck it, run, claw his eyes out on the way, she screamed in her head. Looking to Thor’ widening eyes the moment he realized her body was heating up, the hands that once gripped at his fur covered wrist turning into sharp claws that lashed out to make him let go. Claws screeching across the metal fur cloak ties holding the cape on, but at least he dropped her, everyone backing off to allow the larger than average fox room, snapping & snarling at them.

“Aren’t we full of surprises Lady Y/N,” Thor huffed out in laughter, stepping to the side so she had a clear view of the entry to the palace, the blonde Jotun hinting over to his brother to open the gates with his seidr.

“By all means little fox, have a run, I’ll be along shortly,” Thor joked, the two giving her more room.

Panic ceased her body, taking off across the cold floor to run across the waste once more, the frozen ground cutting at already tingling paws that continued to pound against it. Death was waiting, it was better than what waited for her if Thor caught her. Daring to still a glance to realize someone had set a frost beast on her, behind the beast was Loki, but no Thor. No Thor?

Looking forward, Y/N seen why no Thor, because he was in front, reaching down to take the fox into his arms & slam her into the ice. Breath leaving her, Y/N gasped for air, mortal body shaking as snow & ice pelted down on pale flesh. Peering up a the ever-dark blue sky praying for death as she shook under the god that pinned her to the ground, his smiling face coming into her hazed view.

“Swift little creature, & resilient to,” he laughed, while Loki approached having called the ice beast off.

“We best get her back brother, she may not be mortal, but something tells me she isn’t built for the cold like us,” Loki admitted, handing something down to Thor who took it.

The glint in the dim light caught Y/N’ eye, squirming when she realized this one was different, it was metal, not thick, thin, rolled, but it burned with cold all the same time, locking her true self away. Struggling in the gods arms as he stood, only to jerk a cloak free from his shoulders & fling it to the ice the cold sending shivers down his back. He may look Jotun, but he was far from it at times, craving warmth, warmth his pet could offer.

“I will be along shortly, I need to teach my pet a lesson,” Thor began, letting the struggling woman fall to the thankfully warm fur, looking down at her eyes widening in horror.

“See you at dinner then,” Loki spoke happily, turning to walk back to the palace, but within seconds was gone, leaving Y/N alone with the god that stood over her chattering body, but swearing he shivered with cold as well.

“Would you like me to warm you pet,” Thor smirked, sinking to his knees, cold hands grabbing Y/N’ quivering ones on the way down so she couldn’t pull away & falling between them.

“I’ve been gentle with you because I thought it was what you needed,” the blonde Jotun that hovered over Y/N began, hands leaving her knees to catch shivering flailing arms that he easily caught, pinning them to the fur with one hand while the other moved between them grabbing greedily at exposed cunt.

“Oh thank the gods,” Y/N breathed

Not meaning to voice the relief that his hands where warm, looking up, watching him smile, knowing he heard, & finally realizing that he ran hotter than the others. It was something Y/N didn’t realize till now because she had been sure to avoid his touch or being near to him since it seemed the others would cause her skin frost damage.

“Surprised are you little fox,” Thor spoke, leaning down closer, sharing his heat rutting on her so that his slick fingers could slide into her, causing her hot body to arch up into Thor’ bare torso, a gasp at the intrusion visibly leaving her body in a thick cloud of mist that followed his.

“Norns my little fiery one, how ready you are,” he spoke darkly, Y/N’ head thrown back in ecstasy, was she accepting her fate or was she actually enjoying it?

Hands turning in his grasp wanting to touch hot flesh, wanting to fill taught back ripple under her fingers, looking up at the god as he ruthlessly fucked her with two fingers. Red eyes boring into hers as she smiled now, grinding down onto his fingers & letting out another rasp of mist when he slammed another into her. Catching the nipple that she arched into his face, sucking on it hard before releasing it with a loud pop & mist of heated breath to look up at the begging creature held on the tips of his fingers.

“Please…. I … I want run… let me….,”Y/N panted, twisting hands in his grasp & looking up at them.

The young fox didn’t have the words now that Thor was rubbing on swollen clit, causing Y/N to buck at for more, the caress of his raised markings sending shivers of rapture though her in the form of violent shivers, legs shaking uncontrollably.

In no time the blue god understood, releasing her wrist while pulling free of wet cunt, earning him a whimper & bucking of hips begging he return. Pleading eyes meeting his as Y/N realized what this movement was for. Hot hands going to a toned stomach, scratching lightly at the ridges on his skin, while his equally hot hand held to ample hips, holding Y/N in place while guiding himself into her with the other. Y/N bucking up to meet the twitching cock, the god showing no mercy & buried himself in her silky wet cunt, both letting out clouds of pleasure that the act caused.

The biting wind, snow & ice forgotten when Thor began to pound Y/N into the fur without a second thought, velvet soft limbs wrapping around warm Jotun skin. Mortal skin becoming chafed by the raised lines, but not caring, she was warm, she was loved, he was keeping her. Nails digging into taught back, bringing Jotunn blue blood, but unflinching, teeth raking over Y/N’ soft neck only to bite down the instant his cock twitched inside her.

The azure god dragging her, clawing into his back, over the dangerously icy edge into oblivion. Both screaming out to the void of their release, hot streams of cum warming a cold womb, grinding down onto him while he continued to rut into her both finishing the chase. The god falling over his pet, panting for breath & reaching up to the collar around her neck to pull it free, sitting up to look into bliss hazed Y/E/C orbs that glittered with the light of the Jotunheim.

“No need for this little fox,” he panted, sliding out of Y/N, watching her smile up at him as the heat of his seed trickled out of her.

“I will gladly chase you all over the Jotunheim for an ending such as this,” he laughed, wrapping his arms under the fur.

Pulling it around them both standing with Y/N in his arms, thick thighs wrapping around toned waist. The heat of her cunt making Thor begin to twitch once more, warm arms holding tightly to his neck. Laying her head into the crook of his neck, placing soft lips across the raised markings to leave a gentle kiss.

“Thank you… master,” Y/N spoke into his ear, burying her face to keep the cold from biting at it, & unintentionally bucking plump hips into tight abs.

“No Y/N, you are allowed to call me Thor. The chase, all of it, you are worthy to be my equal,” he spoke into her ear, keeping the fur pulled to keep her warm as they walked back to the palace, a content sigh escaping tired body.

“Thor,” Y/N sighed, placing a kiss on his neck once more, filling warm, but tired.

“Yes, my little fox,” he smiled out at the palace, knowing he had finally found a creature that could with stand his, appetite.

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november-rayne · 3 years ago

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The Unthinkable Offering

Summary: Imprisoned and isolated. Seidr suppressed. All but forgotten.

Loki has been sentenced to life in prison after the attack on New York. Circumstances lead Odin to reverse his decision, but Loki's freedom comes with a heavy price.

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff, Slow Burn

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Chapters: 32/34

18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 3 years ago

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The Lost Princess Chapter 6

Jotun!Loki x plus size reader

When Jotunheim and Asgard are on the brink of war, only a marriage of convenience between the two worlds can unite them. The only problem is, Odin does not have a female heir, or does he?

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Warnings: fluff, arranged marriage, angst, d/s dynamics, slow burn, Odin slamming, enhanced!reader, swearing, slightly unhealthy relationship, Loki is an emotionally stunted person, age gap (I wrote reader as being in her early twenties but can be read as any age), mention of dead parents

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Chapter 6

The Ice Will Always Melt

The air smelt of ash, gray flecks floated down with the ever-falling snow. Y/N lay in the white powder, the expensive furs she had donned were soaked through but she made no move to get up.

“You need to get up, pet.” “No.” A sigh. “I wasn’t asking.” “And I’m not listening.” “Your rules still apply. I will not hesitate to put you over my knee if you continue to disobey me.” She lifted her head from the snow, her hair covered in it. “Yeah and that would actually involve touching me which you can’t seem to do.”

Loki growled, he stood over her, his huge stature casting a massive shadow. Her eyes flicked up to his red ones then back down to his crotch which was barely covered by the leather strip he always wore around his hips. “Are you done sulking?” She glared at him in response.

The ground shook as he plopped down next to her, sending a puff of snow onto her plump body. “You can’t do that forever.” “Thanks for your wisdom Master.” She hissed. “It wouldn’t kill you not to be such a fucking brat.” She just glared at him, wincing as she tried to turn away. “Try one more time and then I’ll bring you inside to change your dressings.”

“I am sorry I was not here to help you my love.” Loki cupped her cheeks, lightly kissing her forehead as he guided her back into the water, muttering in a language she didn’t understand. The water glowed as her damaged skin came into contact with it, immediately soothing the burn. “Stay here, I’ll be back.” She was shocked into silence, simply watching as her husband rushed out of the room, eyes filled with panic.

He came back into the room with a pile of cloth but before she could identify what he was holding, he completely stripped down to join her. Y/N’s eyes went wide at the sight of his cock. She quickly averted her gaze but it was already burned into her mind. He was incredibly thick and long, well-endowed even for being a 12ft frost giant, his soft length was easily over 15 inches and thicker than her forearm. Silvery ridges, like the ones on his body, went down the entirety of his cock, leading to a slightly purple tip.

The water settled around them as Loki kneeled in front of her, holding a glass jar full of ointment. “Wh-what are you doing?” “Just relax, pet. Let me take care of you.” Huge hands gently rubbed the oil into her skin. Bolts of pain still shot through her as he touched her but it was more dulled than before. “I know. I know how much it hurts but it’ll be over soon, just breathe.” She clutched the index finger on his left hand, squeezing every time he hit a particularly sore spot. “Why didn’t you tell me you had abilities?”

Y/N huffed. “I didn’t know. I had a nightmare and I burnt your bed.” “It’s our bed pet.” “Agree to disagree.” He chuckled, the sound was strangely comforting. She whimpered as he touched her sternum, calloused fingers gently massaging the skin between her breasts, careful not to touch the fatty tissue. “Are you almost done?” Her eyes were flicking to everywhere but his own, not able to look at him as he touched her more intimately than anyone else ever had. “Almost, you’ll just need to soak a bit longer for the medicine to work.” The prince sat on the stone bench beside her, pulling his small wife onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her so she was trapped in place. She froze, feeling his half-hard cock resting between her legs, his tip nestled between her pudgy thighs. “You need not worry pet. I will not take you tonight.”

Huge arms held her tighter, and even though she knew she shouldn’t, Y/N melted into his embrace, letting the tears fall again. “I’ll help you control it. You needn’t be scared.” She slept soundly in her husband’s arms that night, the burns soothed by the many bandages and his cold skin.

Loki guided her back to her feet and directed her towards the pile of wood he had gathered, much of it was already burnt to a crisp. “Can we just go back inside? I can’t do any more.” “You need to practice. Your abilities are obviously tied to your emotions so we need to figure out how to manage it.” “What’s all this ‘we’ talk, I’m the one that has flames coming out of them.”

“I’m really trying to be nice but if you want, we can go back to being Master and pet.” “Cause that worked so well last time.” The first time he had taken her out of the palace to practice her new found abilities, she had gotten too worked up, snapping at her husband which made him bend her over his knee in the snow. The pain and aggravation she felt had turned into an explosive outburst.

The flames she let out were so powerful that they melted the ice around her that had never been melted before and burned Loki quite badly. He had simply taken a deep breath and brought her back inside, stripping them both down to soak in the healing water. Her eyes had still burned with rage even as he delicately cleaned her skin before tending to his own wounds. He hadn't touched her since then.

Y/N huffed but extended her arms once more, her s/c skin being exposed to the elements but the cold had little effect on her anymore. Worthless. Disgusting. Ugly. The voices rang out in her head, the insults bouncing around her brain, getting more cruel and venomous each time they came forward.

She winced as the voices got stronger, heat racing through her veins, steam rolling off her. Red flames licked at her fingers, the glow surrounding her. Loki watched as her eyes become glassy, her pupils and irises disappearing under a sheen of white, leaving only a thin, almost translucent line under the white.

She looked regal, a goddess overwhelmed with fury, threatening to burn everything that opposed her. She was a queen in the making. But the tears that dripped down her plump cheeks were what really terrified the god.

He knew emotions drove her powers, just as they did his own. Negative thoughts were powerful, good for short bursts but they weren’t sustainable. They ate away at one until there was only a husk left, driven forward by anger or sadness then nothing, only numbness remaining. Loki reached out to touch her but stopped as a sob ripped through her chest.

Her eyes shut and she collapsed into the snow, the red dissipating into the gray skies. He sighed. “Fuck.” He ran a hand through his raven hair, taking it out of the bun he had tied it up in. Squatting down, he scooped her into his arms, the heat from her body radiating even through the furs she wore. Huge hand cupped her face, brushing the remaining tears away. She looked so small in his arms, too small, too delicate, too innocent.

Servants scrambled out of his way, all too eager to avoid the prince’s legendary temper. Especially after the huge tantrum he had thrown a couple weeks before. His shouts almost shook the ground as he screamed at his father for speaking to his wife without permission. A storm had raged as Loki’s eyes almost glowed with fury.

Laufey matched him word for word. “I never thought my own son would use his wife as a slave and would be so inadequate to not even get his wife pregnant even after all the fertility potions we have been putting in her tea.” It was a low blow but necessary. “You’ve been drugging her?!” “I’ve been ensuring that you’re following through on this deal.” He growled, looking down on his son, eyes blazing.

“She is my wife, I’ll do with her what I please.” “Exactly, she is your wife, not a concubine. You both have an obligation to birth a child. Do not treat her like a slave, she deserves your respect for even marrying such a spoilt brat.” Loki yelled in frustration, storming from the hall. He left Jotunheim, knowing that if he returned to his rooms, he would not be able to control himself and take his anger out on her.

The prince laid his wife on their newly fixed bed, making sure she was in the direct center. Her breathing was even and slow, at least she was getting rest without the constant nightmares that seemed to invade her subconscious every night. With gentle movements, he stripped the many layers off her body, careful not to touch the still healing wounds.

And then with a practiced ease, he redressed the burned and wrapped her in one of his shirts, sliding her beneath the covers. Settling himself by the fire, he watched over her as she slept, ensuring that she got the rest she needed.

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“So, what, no training today.” Y/N slumped into the chair across from her husband, thick arms crossing over her heavy chest, her body finally gaining back the weight she had lost. Loki barely looked up at her, red eyes flicking up only briefly, noting her eyes still puffy from sleep, before returning to his book. “You’ve passed out every time we’ve tested your powers.”

“Maybe it’s because you’ve been overworking me.” She scoffed, picking at the plate of fruits she didn’t recognise. Anger curled in his chest at her blatant sass, hand twitching, tempted to put her over his knee but he wouldn’t risk it, not until he learnt the full scope of her abilities. “I have nearly been pushing your limits in an attempt to understand how these powers came about and how strong they are.” He answered bluntly.

“I’d blame the shit they injected into my system while I was being tortured.” She selected a grape-looking thing, the bright blue colour slightly throwing her off, but popped it into her mouth anyway. “You’re a demi-god, it is a given that you would be powerful but they would only emerge if you were put under great stress.” He could practically feel her eye-roll as she took another bite of fruit.

Loki heaved out a sigh, his huge chest expanding with the intake of air. “Rule 2. Now.” “What exactly does that have to do with anything?” Long blue arm stretched over the table, strong fingers gripping her jaw tightly so her e/c eyes were forced up to his ruby ones. “Do not question me pet. Rule 2.” A shiver rolled up her spine at the pure dominance of his tone, a fire lighting in her belly before it quickly extinguished.

She couldn’t bear to maintain eye-contact with him, not when it was like he was staring into her soul, making her feel naked and vulnerable. “You are never allowed to lie to master.” She murmured, her voice quiet and docile, the rules burned into the front of her mind. He withdrew his hand, slowly. She knew the threat was still there, how easily he could break her with just a flick of his wrist.

“Correct. And that also means that you don’t omit the truth. I do this to keep you safe.” Y/N scoffed, Loki ignored her and continued, placing his book down on the table with a thump. “Your powers are motivated by emotion and that emotion is obviously damaging you. I may be a cruel man but I cannot ignore the fact that you cry whenever we train.” Her shoulders became hunched, folding in on herself.

“So what do you want me to do?” She almost pleaded, ripping apart the small bits of fruit she put on the plate in front of her. “Be honest. That is all I ask. It is the one rule I want you to abide by until we understand the full extent of your abilities. Am I clear?” Y/N’s fingers withdrew from her plate and twisted around the delicate chain of her necklace, anxiously pulling on the thin links.

She gasped and flinched away when Loki placed a giant hand over the top of her own. His skin was cold against her own, the hard calluses on his fingers a stark contrast on her soft palms. He seemed concerned as he loomed over her, emotion shimmering in his eyes, a lock of his dark hair falling from his braid. “I will find a way to help you, but you must trust what I am doing and you must listen to me. I am far older and far more powerful than you. We will fix this.”

A breeze blew through the room, shocking her out of the slight daze she was in. Yanking herself from his grip, she moved to the center of the room. She was silent for a long while pacing on the intricately designed carpet, her bare feet sinking into the fibres, tramping them down. Loki watched as she walked with a surprising amount of grace. Each step was light as if trying to stay silent, her head held high, shoulders back. She almost looked like a real princess.

Could she really trust him? She doubted it but it wasn’t like there were any other options, she didn’t even know how to get off this stupid planet let alone who she could go to. Not Asgard, Odin would turn her away, it’s obvious he only saw her as a bargaining chip. She doubted anyone on Earth would help her after learning she married Loki of her own free will. And Laufey would return her back to Loki if she went to him.

Maybe if she gained enough of his trust, she could get some more freedom. Maybe she could even convince him to let her see Thor. It was getting slightly depressing only seeing one other person’s face, only hearing her own voice or that of her husband’s for months now. Even having a little pet would be enough, she was sick of being alone.

The weight of what she knew she had to do rested heavily on her shoulders. Part of her wanted to wait out this wretched marriage, content to let Loki do what he pleased with her until her death or got bored of her. But a larger part wondered that, if she could master these powers, then she could escape this icy planet.

“Ok.” Y/N sighed, turning to look up at her husband through her dark eyelashes. “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you wish for me.” “Very good. Now I think it best for you to finish your breakfast, then you may do what you wish for the rest of the day while I prepare your new training.” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his almost derogatory tone. Loki crossed his legs, giving her a quick glimpse of what was hidden under his black trousers, the outline of his cock clearly visible as he moved. “Doesn’t anyone own underwear on this planet?” She thought as she planted herself on the small bench at the end of his their bed.

“Well, go on then, do what you normally do when I’m not here.” He urged, his deep voice rumbling through the cavernous room. This time she did roll her eyes. “I am.” His red eyes narrowed at her, not fully trusting her word. “Really? I didn’t think you were that dull that you just sat and waited for me to come home.” Y/N scoffed, crossing her plump arms over her chest defensively.

“You left me alone here for over a week. I’ve already read all of your books, they were incredibly boring by the way. Would it kill you to get better books like Lord of the Rings or Jane Austin? Hell, I’d even take Fifty Shades of Grey at this point and that book sucks.” The god scoffed, leaning back in the massive recliner-like chair. “I do not think any Midgardian writer deserves to be placed in my library.”

Y/N pointed at the huge, well loved, leather covered book that stood proudly in the center of the main shelf of books. “That is the complete works of Shakespeare. Get me something good.” He just barely hid the smirk that coloured his features before Y/N’s e/c eyes turned their attention back to him. “You seem to be ungrateful for what I have provided.” He prodded.

“I’m just saying you don’t have any taste.” She muttered under her breath, he caught it but didn’t say anything, all too pleased to have a little brat on his hands instead of the lethargic girl he married. “I will procure you some knitting needles and yarn for now, I know how much you adore knitting. And I will think about getting you some books. But only if you are good.” Y/N froze, did she tell him that she liked to knit? She couldn’t remember if she had.

She glanced at him suspiciously as he turned back to his book. “Make a list of works that you would like and I shall see what I can do. I can’t have my wife being bored now can I?” He asked rhetorically. “Right.” The woman murmured, keeping the huge man in her sights, studying him, trying to remember if he had ever asked about her interests. There’s no way he could’ve heard about it from Thor or Frigga, she had only met them briefly and their own interactions with Loki seemed strained to say the least.

He could be a mind reader but somehow she doubted that. If he was he totally would’ve heard her disparaging remarks she constantly made about him in her head. “If you cannot decide what to do, I will choose for you.” He scolded, she remained silent, still thinking. Loki sighed. “Go on pet, pull down that book.” He gestured to the large book of plays, spurring her forward.

Sliding from the bench, which was more of a daybed to Y/N, she reached up and grabbed the massive volume, letting out a small puff of air as the heavy weight of it landed on her chest. She stumbled slightly and Loki’s hand just shot out in time to catch her before she fell, his palm resting over the small of her back, almost encompassing it. “Careful pet.”

He plucked the book from her grip, laying it down on the table on top of the one he had previously been reading, before picking her up and carefully setting her down on his lap. She tried to squirm away but he held firm until she gave up, bottom lip jutting out in a very adorable pout. “That’s better. Now, read to me.”

“What?” “You heard me, read to me. Pick your favourite and read.” Y/N pondered for a moment, then laid the book down on the table in front of her, turning the pages until she found the beginning of Hamlet. She took a deep breath and began. “Francisco at his post. Enter to him Bernardo. Bernardo. Who's there? Francisco. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.”

——————

“Please! Stop!” It was a desperate scream that had awoken the prince from slumber. Y/N was thrashing on the mattress beside him, her eyebrows scrunched in pain, sweat dripping down her forehead. She looked terrified. Moving quickly, Loki took her into his embrace, hissing at the steadily increasing temperature of her body. His long arms tucked her into his chest so her nose rested in the crook of his mighty collarbone. This position was becoming all too common now, the way he acted as a straight jacket for his thrashing wife when her anxiety and fear became too much.

Her nails dug into his forearms painfully, cutting his azure skin as her panic grew. The dark emerald sheets had been thrown off her side of the bed, the numerous pillows she tended to surround herself with, were scattered on the ground, the edges of one or two of them singed and still smoking.

“C-can’t please!” Sobs echoed through her chest, holding tighter to her husband as she wailed, begging the assailant in her mind to stop hurting her. “Wake up my love. Wake up.” He pleaded into her hair, rocking their bodies gently as if trying to sooth a child. He had to cool her down or she would burn everything around them.

He almost stumbled as he pulled her out of the bed, running into the bathing chamber, using magic to fill the tub with water so cold it was almost ice. By now it felt like he was holding a scalding kettle in his hands, a kettle that was still thrashing violently with a strength that almost rivaled his own.

“Wake up for me, princess. You have to open those pretty eyes.” But she was deaf to his pleas so he did the one thing he could think of, he dropped her into the deep bath.

As the water made contact with her skin, it began to boil, steam billowed over the floors, quickly rising to fill the room in a stifling fog. There was a terrifying few seconds when all was quiet before Y/N broke through the surface of the water gasping for air. Her eyes blazed white, wide with confusion. The hiss of the steam still growing from the emptying bath panicking her even further. “Loki?” She called out.

“Yes yes I’m here pet, wait one moment.” The large window at the other end of the room was quickly thrown open with a flick of his wrist. Loki turned back to his wife, who had now pulled herself from the water and was standing at the edge of the basin, droplets of the clear liquid running down her skin, the white nightshirt she wore, completely see-through.

“Pet, you need to breathe.” He inched closer to her in an attempt to bring her back into his embrace.

“Don’t touch me!” The ground seemed to shake with the power of her scream. It was heartbreaking, the pure, unadulterated terror and hurt that laced her tone. His hand dropped back down to his side and he could only watch as her body trembled with fear, heat emanating from her like dark pavement during the summer, the air shimmering around her, poised to explode. “Just stay away!” She was lashing out like a cornered animal, eyes flicking around the room, searching for a way out.

Her gaze locked on the window he had thrown open. “Don’t do what you’re thinking about.” He growled, legs tensing in anticipation of making a run at her if she decided to make a break for it. But she didn’t run, she didn’t even move, she stood frozen, holding her elbows over her chest as some vain attempt to comfort herself, her breathing still ragged. The panic attack still coursing through her veins made him worry.

Carefully approaching, Loki got on his knees, holding a massive hand out to her, leaving just enough space that she could reach out and touch him but he could not reach her. “Can I touch you now? I promise not to hurt you, I just want to help you get some air, safely.” Y/N nodded, taking a tentative step towards him, wrapping her fist around his pointer finger but not touching him any further than that.

He resisted the urge to chuckle at the arguably cute behaviour of his wife, and instead, lead her to the grand window that overlooked the ice gardens below their rooms. “I’m going to help you onto the sill alright and then I’ll let go of you. I trust you not to make any bad decisions.” He took her silence as agreement because he then carefully lifted her to the wide piece of wood that outlined the window, careful to only touch the cloth of her shirt, which was quickly drying from the heat of her skin.

The sun was just dipping below the horizon, the pair of them having slept away most of the day after finishing Hamlet, giving one last burst of light before it disappeared under the growing storm clouds. Y/N settled herself on the far end, tightly holding to the side of the frame, her husband taking a seat on the other end. Her eyes faded back to her natural e/c colouring as her breathing got steadier.

Loki was silent beside her, focusing on the growing storm in the distance. “My mom always told me I was destined for great things. One day I would make a difference. I know I’ve never been that smart or that pretty, so I settled for helping others. If I could help someone like Tony’s life easier, then maybe, he could be the one to change things.” Y/N wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her head on her knees, wetting the fabric of her skirt with the fat tears rolling down her plump cheeks.

“I’ve failed her. What kind of difference have I made? I’m literally locked away in a castle by myself. I thought I was going to die in that warehouse and all I could think was that I had done nothing with my life. I hadn’t even been on a real date! And now, I’m stuck here with a man who I’ve been forced to marry. And I just feel so alone. And every time I close my eyes, I see those men, I hear everything they told me, I feel everything they did to me. I’m so tired.”

Y/N felt like she had been given no time to mourn. Her life had been flipped upside down in the span of a few weeks and she didn’t have any solid ground to stand on anymore, no one to trust, nothing to hold onto. She could feel the tell-tale burning in her fingertips, the pin prick feeling like her hand was falling asleep, the fire within her threatening to explode out.

The dark clouds on the horizon were sparkling with white lightning, the wind was steadily picking up, whipping her tears away as they fell. “You know, I’ve never cried this much my whole life. Every time I think I’ve hit the bottom, that I can’t cry anymore, I do. And it hurts every time.” The god relaxed against the windowsill, letting one of his long longs dangle, his heel resting against the cold stone outside of the castle. He studied her profile, taking in the slope of her nose and cheeks, the way her lashes rested against her skin when she blinked.

Her eyes were so much older than she appeared, horrors haunting those enchanting e/c’s. She was so tortured and confused, like a lost little kitten, staring out into a hurricane threatening to swallow her whole. Loki sighed, tearing his gaze from her and fixing his eyes on the darkening horizon. “I was raised alongside Thor for much of my life. I was always second best, always striving to be better than him but I never could.”

Y/N’s plump body turned towards her husband, tucking herself further into his white shirt, which she had taken to wearing as a nightgown. He avoided her eyes as he continued. “Thor had been banished to Midgard for attacking Jotunheim. I was finally alone, finally I could have my chance but then, your father told me what I really was. He stole me from my home, kept me as some kind of trophy.”

The ozone smell of the impending snow invaded his senses, calming his racing heart. “I didn’t know who I was. I came home but I was outcast here too. How could I be prince of a people whom I had been raised to hate. So I left once more, trying to find my place in the universe.” His muscles went rigid and his fingers shook as he shut his eyes. “There was a being. He told me I was strong, valuable. He told me all the things I wanted to hear all my life. He lured me in, then as soon as I had pledged my loyalty to him, he-“ A chocked sound escaped his throat as he recalled what Thanos had done to him, the eons of pain he forced his body and mind to go through. He felt his own control slipping through his fingers, the horrors of his past becoming too much to bear alone.

“One day you will see, I do this for you. I never wished to hurt you. This is all for the greater good of the universe. This is your glorious purpose.” Thousands of meat hooks were embedded in his skin, pulling him apart slowly as he was suspended above the giant. Screams bubbled up in his throat, but he refused to let them out, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “Once you are completely broken, that’s when you can be reborn.”

He’d never told anyone what happened to him, swore he would take it to his grave, never even spoken it to the wind in fear his words would carry to listening ears. But the way his small wife looked up at him with huge, understanding eyes, he couldn’t stop himself from telling her. “He inflicted pain on me that I could have never imagined. He broke down every defense I had until there was nothing left. Until he could remold me into the perfect puppet. I was trapped within my own mind, watching myself as I attack people, as I waged a war I wished to have no part of.” He barely leaned forward in order to take her small palm within his own, heating his cool skin, and for the first time, she didn’t shy away from his touch, but instead relaxed into it.

“I do not know what you experienced at the hands of those men but what I do know is what it’s like to be tortured by your own mind, to think that you are worth nothing because others have told you as such. I may be an awful man and husband, but I would never, ever, make you feel like that. I promise.” A shiver rolled down Y/N’s spine. In this moment, he seemed so small, so unsure of himself, like a child who had lost his way. She clutched at his hand, nodding as the last of her tears faded into the night. “Out loud pet.” He ordered, but there was no malice behind his command, just a gentle urging, the tension easing in his chest.

He sounded almost playful, almost kind. “Yes master.” She snarked, unwittingly seeing how far she could push this new dynamic. A mischievous grin grew across his lips and he yanked her forward, her body falling into his chest, face getting tucked into his collarbone as she wrapped her arms around his torso, her legs coming to rest on the top of his thighs since he was too wide for her to straddle comfortably. “Oh you’ve decided to be a little brat huh?” She propped her chin against his cold skin and gazed up at him. “Of course not Master, I’m a good pet.” A huge hand cupped the side of her head, his thumb delicately grazing her hair.

“Yes you are. Now!” Sliding from the windowsill, the frost giant kept the princess safely tucked in his arms, as he stood to his full height, Y/N giving a cute little yelp as he did. “Enough with all of this disgusting crying and emotions. I will not have my wife be so sentimental when we could be dining on some very wonderful supper and entertaining ourselves while this dreadful storm passes.” Tucked tightly against his chest, Y/N breathed in his slightly woodsy scent, the oaky richness with a slightly spicy undertone, a cinnamon or nutmeg, and something so incredibly familiar and nostalgic, that clung to everything he touched.

With several long strides, they were back in the warmth of the royal chambers, a huge fire roaring behind a long dark wood table loaded with food and drinks. She noted most of the dishes were ones very similar to those she loved on Earth. Her toes and fingers burned with the sudden heat, but she welcomed it.

One of the two large plush chairs covered in green felt was pulled out on its own and Loki placed her gently onto the seat, the cushion dipping under her plump ass, his hands lingering for a moment too long, like they usually did, but this time, Y/N didn’t mind. A relaxed smile crossed her face as her husband sat across from her, his body slumping, a huge weight having been lifted from his chest.

“I don’t think you’re horrible.” “Hmm?” He hummed and glanced at her. She smiled kindly at him. “I think you’re a bit of an asshole but you have your moments.” Loki gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Oh my word! Did the high and mighty Princess of Asgard give me, her humble husband, a compliment?”

“Oh shut up. That’s the last nice thing I’m ever going to say to you.” She laughed, sipping on her tea, perfectly made. “If only I should be so lucky.” “Cheeky.” He just grinned at her lazily, watching how the firelight danced over her s/c skin.

——————

When Y/N awoke once more, she was alone. The other side of the bed was obviously slept in but not made up properly like Loki would usually do in the mornings. For the first time in forever, she felt well-rested. After their talk last night, she fell asleep soundly in her husband’s arms, no nightmares or evil thoughts infesting her mind.

She was surprised that she found herself missing him. It was probably some form of Stockholm Syndrome, she told herself. But in her heart, she knew that maybe one day, she could grow to love him, just like Frigga said. Turning over, she buried her nose into his soft pillow, clutching it tightly to her body, not willing to get out of bed yet.

Just as she was drifting off once more, the huge doors slammed open, startling her. Y/N sat up quickly, drawing the sheets up around her. Thor stood in the entryway.

To say the least, he looked like a mess. His hair was grown out and dirty, his armour dull and scratched, he didn’t even have his signature red cape on. His electric blue eyes locked onto her and she saw him sag with relief. “Come sister, we don’t have much time.” She barely blinked before he was in front of her, grabbing her left arm in a death grip. “Thor, what’s going on? Where’s Loki?”

He growled at the name, yanking her behind him. “He’s busy.” Was the only answer he gave. His head was on a swivel, constantly searching for any threats that may have followed him as they moved into the hall. With an almighty tug, Y/N ripped her arm away from him and stepped back. “You tell me what’s going on, right this instant.”

“We don’t have time for this!” He whisper yelled. “You tell me or I’m not coming with you.” She hissed back, standing firm. Thor had to admit, even dressed in a massively oversized shirt and eyes still puffy from sleep, she was intimidating and powerful. “Fine, fine.” He relented, pulling her to the side of the grand hallway. The taller man cupped her shoulders, breathing in deeply for a moment.

“The war was a lie. All of this was a deal between Odin and Loki in order for you to marry him of your own free will.”

Y/N was frozen in place. “W-what?” Thor sighed, his hands cupping her biceps but she pulled away, stumbling back as if his touch brought her pain. “Say that again. Fucking tell me this was all for nothing. Tell me he lied to me. Tell me they all lied.” Her voice was devoid of emotion as a white film settled over her eyes, her body burning with anger and embarrassment.

“Loki started the war so he could have you as some sort of revenge against Odin. This is what it was all about. He just wanted you. He barely even had Laufey’s support. His father only agreed because it meant that he would learn to rule Jotunheim and have a wife by his side since none of the other frost giants wanted to be his partner. The only way they would’ve accepted an outsider was if they married him by choice.”

There was a sudden ringing in her ears. She couldn’t hear anything else her brother said to her. “I-I” She couldn’t breathe. Her back slammed into the wall, hands covering the lower half of her face, panic truly setting in once more. “Sister? Are you alright? Talk to me.” But the deep baritone of his voice was a dull noise to her now. She could feel his touch but couldn’t consciously register it as the world crashed down around her.

“Take your hands off my wife.” And there was Loki, dressed in full battle gear at the other end of the hall, ready to kill.

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