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[joyful-enchantress]

Loki’s costume at the end of S2E6 was perfect.

Yes, every part of it, down to those slippers.

And here’s my unsolicited (and delayed) thoughts on the matter.

First, let’s talk about his robe. Not only was it utterly beautiful, down to the draping and the deep, rich shade of green (and I mean come on, would we expect anything less?), its style was incredibly symbolic.

If you look at previous Loki ensembles, especially the ones that include a horned helmet, there is an air of grandeur and finery about them. The exquisitely stitched, buttery leather; the shiny gold trimmings and metal armor accents; the dramatic, billowing capes and overcoats. Even the silhouette of these looks is broad and structured — one might even say severe. Everything about these past looks screams “Look at me; I’m important” and reinforces Tony’s own observation in The Avengers that Loki is a “full-tilt diva” — he longs for the respect and attention that he deserves (and has been denied almost all of his life) and that longing is reflected in his clothing. They are reminiscent of the royal palace in which he was raised. They allow him to be battle-ready, because he’s had to fight and claw for every scrap of love and attention he’s managed to get. They represent a broken prince. A warrior cloaked in royalty. A would-be-king.

Now, compare that to his robe in Loki S2E6. It isn’t flashy. It has a soft silhouette. The shade of green is deeper and richer than we’ve seen; more earthy. An earthy shade of green which, in my opinion, is a nod to Yggdrasil, the cosmic tree that he will weave the branches of the multiverse into. The gold trimming across the front is subtle and understated - I even missed it at first and didn’t realize there was any gold trimming on the robe at all until I got a closer look later. It is simple. The draping is reminiscent of the robes worn by Buddhist monks. His robe reflects a Loki that has more wisdom and humility, and who has realized that being a good king — a proper god — means he will spend his life in service to others. It is the robe of a man who is confident and self-assured and knows exactly what kind of god he needs to be.

Now let’s talk about the slippers. I noticed that they got quite a bit of flack immediately after the finale aired. And I get it — they’re an odd choice, especially when we are so accustomed to the dramatic boots and finely-crafted and statement-making dress shoes he typically dons. For similar reasons as the robe, they are symbolic and fitting for Loki’s development into a wiser, more humble character. Don’t get me wrong, these loafers are still impeccably stylish, and no doubt they are of the finest craftsmanship, because this is still Loki we are talking about here. But they have a purpose, and that purpose is to get him to his final destination. These simple slippers barely even protect Loki’s feet, showing us a kind of vulnerability that we’re unaccustomed to seeing from Loki. He isn’t guarded in this moment; he’s open, connected to his purpose, and sure of himself. The shoes aren’t for battle; they aren’t meant to impress. They are meant to serve.

Now, about what is, quite possibly, my favorite feature of the costume. The horns. These iconic horns which we’ve associated with Loki from the very beginning take on an entirely reimagined look in the finale. First of all, they are bigger than any set we’ve seen resting upon Loki’s brow. So big, in fact, that they weren’t actually a physical part of the costume Tom Hiddleston wore. So big that they would likely hinder his performance if he actually had to bear their weight on his head.

In addition to their size, the horns are made of the same temporal-infused material from which both HWR’s talisman and the citadel at the end of time are constructed. Gone are the opulent golden horns that glisten and shine with the grandeur of royal finery. These horns are dark and heavy. They symbolize the unfathomable weight of the burden that Loki bears in his godly endeavor to save the multiverse. The golden temporal material that runs throughout the horns like veins is reminiscent, to me, of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending broken things with gold. And in a way, Loki is a broken thing that has been healed and mended throughout his personal journey of self-acceptance and friendship, and is now more beautiful than he ever has been. More humble. More selfless. More godly.

In addition to the horns, the cape, too, is the largest we’ve seen Loki wear. And while at first, this dramatically oversized cape may seem to stand in opposition to the humility that the rest of the outfit encapsulates, it works. It works because, like the horns, it is symbolic of the burden Loki has chosen to bear. This cape would be unbearably heavy; it would make even the most basic movement difficult. And on top of its sheer size, his cape even becomes torn into strips that are woven into the timelines themselves, literally securing his burden — his service to the multiverse — around his neck.

Lastly, I want to talk about the way this outfit manifested. There’s been a common thread throughout this discussion about the humility and selflessness that this ensemble puts on display. And while that’s true, we’re talking about a relative level of humility and selflessness, when compared to Loki’s previous tendencies. This is still Loki we’re talking about here. He’s got a flair for the dramatic. He’s nothing if not intentional about the way he presents himself. And the way he marched down that gangway like it was his own personal runway, while his clothing fell away in shreds and tatters to reveal this completely fresh but familiar look, was completely on-brand for him. It was theatrical. It was glorious.

His outfit at the end featured accessories that were heavy and larger than life. Those parts were a burden.

It wasn’t short on the style and drama that we’re so accustomed to seeing from Loki. It was glorious.

And every part of it, down to his humble shoes, was fit for purpose.

One look at this finale costume and you know, without doubt, that Loki is burdened with glorious purpose.

A/N: If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading my unsolicited thoughts on this beautiful piece of costume design! Also, apologies for the delay in posting. I know some of you have been told this post was coming since the night the finale aired, weeks ago. Thank you for your patience with me as I gathered my thoughts and found the time to organize them and type them out.

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[mochie85]

To Remember You By

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Summary: You try your best to end the relationship. Pairing: Loki x Reader x Bucky Word Count: 319 Warnings: Nothing explicit, but does suggest it heavily.

You had enough. You didn’t think you could survive. A relationship with one man would’ve been extraordinary enough, but dealing with both Avengers simultaneously was taxing, to say the least.

“That’s why I think it would be best if we stop.” You said not looking at either of their eyes.

“I don’t get it, doll. Did we do something wrong?” Bucky asked you concerned.

“Is there something we didn’t do, darling?” Loki added soon after.

“No. no. It’s neither of you. Really!” you tried easing the pain. “It’s…”

“Don’t give me that line. Don’t you dare say it.” Bucky warned.

“What line?” Loki asked.

“The ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. I’ve used that line. Most of the time it most definitely is the other person! It’s us, isn’t it?!”

“No, no, no. Really!” you tried again.

“Is it one of us?” Loki asked conspiratorially.

“Hey, man! What are you trying to say?!” Bucky started. Both of them started arguing, listing out faults with the other.

“Guys, GUYS! STOP!” you yelled. You stood in between, separating them with your hands out to their torso.

Loki reached for your hand and held it tighter against his chest. “Is there anything we can do to change your mind?” He took your hand to his lips and kissed it gingerly. Loki’s lips on any part of your body always left you speechless. This time is no different as you tried to remember why you wanted to stop seeing them in the first place.

You tried to back away but you were blocked by Bucky’s hard chest. Bucky’s fingers traced your arm up to your shoulders. He gathered your hair together at the nape of your neck and moved it to one side. His lips grazed along your shoulder, up to just behind your ear. “If you’re gonna leave us, at least leave us with a really good memory to remember you by.”

A/N: I really needed to write something. I've been stuck on one fic and I wasn't getting anywhere. So, I decided to take a little detour. I miss writing and being creative in general. I went extra and made my own moodboard again 🤭. Hopefully, this will get the juices flowing.

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[holdmytesseract]

Birthday Magic

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Everybody around you tends to forget your birthday, because of all the Christmas trouble. Except Loki, of course...

Warnings: none, except a tiny bit of suggestive smut (Blink and you'll miss it.), fluuuuff

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: This fluffy lil' oneshot is a part of @fictive-sl0th 's Secret Santa Event! 🎅🏻🎁 I had the honour to write mine for @give-me-a-moose ! 🤗 I really hope you like this! 🥰 And happy belated birthday! 💚

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Yawning, you stretched and opened your eyes; blinking, before you reached over to turn off your alarm clock. The winter sun shone through the big French doors of your bedroom. You immediately saw that it had snowed over night; a white blanket covering New York City. It was beautiful - and yet was a certain sadness overshadowing the wonders of winter...

You sighed and rolled out of bed; finding a little note on your bedside table - like every day. Even when Loki was on a mission, the note appeared on your night-stand magically.

'Good morning, angel. Have a great day. I love you. x'

Your boyfriend's words made you smile at least a little bit, until realisation hit you. He didn't remember. Of course he didn't remember. Nobody ever does.

You hung your head; trying to suppress the upcoming tears. Today was your birthday, but since it was December and Christmas in not even two weeks, hardly anyone remembered your birthday. Everyone was just too caught up in the preparations for the holidays. And as sad as it sounded... You got used to it. Perhaps that was the reason why you stopped telling people about your birthday.

With another sigh, you made your way into the kitchen to eat a little something for breakfast. Then you got ready, put on your winter coat, boots and beanie and went to work.

Luckily, it was at least a normal day at the office. The regular every-day madness. You quickly got all the things done on your to-do list and were even able to call it a day one hour earlier than usual. After saying goodbye to your co-workers, you took the subway and headed back home. On your way, you got a chocolate cupcake - a little something for yourself to celebrate your birthday. You could already picture it... You, the cupcake, decorated with a single candle and a big glass of alcohol. Perfect.

Sighing, you turned the key in the lock of your apartment on the 5th floor. You absolutely had zero expectations of today and expected not the slightest thing to happen. Therefore, you were more than just surprised, when you walked inside a literal pool out of balloons, birthday decorations and... confetti? You frowned; thinking out loud. "What...?"

You weren't able to finish your thoughts, when suddenly Loki jumped around the corner. "Surprise, my love!" He wore the biggest smile on his face - and a party hat on his head. "And the happiest of birthdays to my ray of sunshine!"

You blinked; felt like a deer caught in the headlights. It was beyond your wildest dream. Never ever surprised you somebody on your birthday like Loki just did. Sure, your parents did, back when you were a child, but... Late teens and early adult years? Nope.

"L-Loki? I-I... What... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be o-on a mission?" You stammered out; trying to grasp this. Your boyfriend was still smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Of course not, darling. It was just a little white lie, so that I was able to set this up while you're at work." Then his smile faltered a little. "Do you not... like it?"

You could've cried then and there out of happiness.

"What? No! No! I do like it! Gods, I love it! It's been years since the last time somebody surprised me on my birthday like this!" You couldn't help yourself but to jump into his arms; wrapping your legs around his waist. "Thank you. Thank you so much, baby." Loki chuckled; his big hand stroking your back in a reassuring, loving manner. "I-I thought you forgot my birthday... Just like everyone else and-" "Darling..." Loki interrupted you immediately. "I could never forget the birthday of the person I love the most in all the nine realms - and especially not the first birthday we are about to share together."

A few tears ran down your cheeks. Tears of happiness. "You're the best." A low chuckle rumbled through your boyfriend's chest again, before he gave you a wink, "I know." and a smile. "And this..." He gestured around the hallway. "This is only the beginning."

Loki didn't exaggerate when he said that this was only the beginning. Oh no... After he had carried you through the sea of balloons into the kitchen, he showed you the cake he had baked for you. You were absolutely thrilled of course, and it tasted delicious. You blew out the candles and ate a big slice, just like Loki.

After that, he told you to wrap yourself up in warm clothes, because you were going outside. And again, you weren't in the slightest prepared. You wouldn't have thought that Loki rented the ice rink only for the two of you... For as long as you wanted.

"Loki, are you... Are you insane?" You laughed; not believing what was happening right now. The god just laughed and tied the laces of his ice skates, "Insanely in love, perhaps." before he glided gracefully on the ice rink. "Are you joining me now, my love?" He asked with a mischievous smirk, while he skated like the ice prince he was past you. You smiled brightly and quickly exchanged your boots with ice skates.

After you and Loki have been enjoying yourselves on the ice rink; making races and even tried to 'dance' to the music playing in the background together, you went back to your apartment. Cold and with frozen toes, but happy.

"I think I need a hot shower now," you said; feeling the goosebumps on your skin. "You do just that, darling." "Won't you join me?" You asked suggestively; wagging your eyebrows. Loki chuckled. "I'd love to, but I have a few more things to organise. I'll see you later. Take all the time you need." He pressed a sweet kiss on your lips and left you alone to shower. You were slightly sad that Loki wasn't going to join you, but you were also super excited. This birthday was already the best you ever had. What would be able to top that?

Wallowing in the memories of the wonderful hours you already spent with Loki today, you showered and stepped thirty minutes later out of the bathroom. To your surprise was your apartment immersed in darkness - and your boyfriend vanished.

"Loki?" You hesitatingly called down the hall, but received no answer. "Where is he?" you mumbled to yourself; making your way to the bedroom. Arrived there, you switched on the lights and immediately saw a large, thin box laying on the soft mattress. Frowning, you approached the bed. A note was laying on top of it, on which you could clearly make out Loki's handwriting.

'I hope this dress is worthy of the goddess who is going to wear it. You will be awaited downstairs at eight o'clock.'

Your heart almost stopped at his words. A big smile formed on your face. Biting your lip, you carefully opened the box - only to find a beautiful emerald green dress inside it. It was so stunningly beautiful, it took your breath away. With wide eyes, you lifted it out of the box; gasping. "Oh he can't be serious... He can't..." You let your eyes roam the fabric. "Wow..." You breathed in awe, then squealed; excitedly getting ready and dressed. The dress fitted you perfectly; molded against your dips and curves.

Five minutes before the clock stroke eight o'clock, you made your way downstairs. Excitement and nervousness coursed through your body. You couldn't wait to see what Loki had planned.

When you stepped out of the main door to the rather small building you lived in, you felt your breath catch in your throat - again.

Loki was standing on the sidewalk, in front of a black limousine; dressed in a green velvet suit with a black dress shirt and bow tie. A bouquet of black roses was in his right hand; his other stuffed in his trousers pocket and a bright smile on his face.

He looked devastatingly handsome.

You felt like fainting and crying out of happiness at the same time.

"There you are, my love." He said in a happy voice; "You look ravishing." giving you that smouldering look. You blushed. "T-Thank you. You look handsome, t-too." The god softly shook his head; causing his long raven curls to sway. "Not remotely as beautiful as you look."

He then stepped closer; gave you a soft kiss and handed you the bouquet of roses. "T-Thank you. For everything. For the cake, the ice skating, the dress, the roses..." Loki only chuckled; placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you towards the limousine. "Like I said, darling... It's only the beginning. We are not finished yet." Mischief twinkled in his beautiful blue orbs, as he opened the car door for you.

"After you, my goddess."

You blushed even more and sat in the car.

A fifteen minute car ride later, you stopped in front of one of the finest, noblest restaurants in whole New York City. Once more, your jaw dropped. "No, Loki... You... You are kidding me, right?" Your boyfriend chuckled; shaking his head "I'm not." "B-But Loki, this... This is way too expensive! I-I don't deserve this, I-" He interrupted you by taking your hand in his and placing a soft kiss upon your knuckles. "You, my love, deserve the world. Especially on the day you were born."

He led you inside the fancy restaurant then, to a table he had reserved for the both of you.

The time you spent there with Loki was splendid - just like the food. It had been quite a while since you ate so good. Especially at a restaurant. The ambience was lovely and the waiters absolutely kind and friendly. You enjoyed the talks with Loki, the glasses of wine and also the soft jazz music in the background.

After the dinner, the limousine took you and Loki back home.

"Thank you for this wonderful day, baby. I didn't have such a wonderful birthday in years. Thank you for thinking of me and giving me all this. And especially... Thank you for your love." Loki smiled and embraced you; gently, lovingly swaying you from side to side. It almost felt like you were dancing.

"You don't have to thank me for that, my love. It goes without saying. I love you - and my purpose is to make and see you happy. Oh, which reminds me of something... Your actual birthday present..." Your eyes widened once again. "No, Loki, stop you've given me enough..." Loki shook his head; still smiling. "It's not a physical present."

Now you were confused. Something the god noticed immediately.

Loki took both your hands in his. "Your birthday present is a trip to Asgard."

You stared at Loki; speechless. "W-What?" He just smiled. "I know that you always wanted to go there; see my home and... I... I think I'm ready to go back with you and show you everything you wish to see." "R-Really?" He nodded. "Really."

Tears formed in your eyes. The realisation hitting you that Loki was willing and ready to open up the doors to his past for you was touching you deeply. "Thank you. Thank you for trusting me this much, I- Wow, I... I love you."

Loki smiled. A gentle hand caressed your cheek and wiping your tears of happiness away. "I love you too."

You couldn't help but to stand on your tiptoes and kiss the god.

"This is the best birthday ever!"

[joyful-enchantress]

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Last Updated: 2024-02-22

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Courting Disaster by michelleleewise • 14+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You are the cousin of THE Tony Stark, so when you enter a relationship with the God of Mischief himself, you are determined to keep it low-key, much to his chagrin. But your lover's meddling brother has other plans…."

✑ Virgil￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by coldnique • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Use Me as You Please￨Prt. II￨Prt. III￨Prt. IV by lokisprettygirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Loki gets mad, he loves to take it all out on you, and you absolutely love it."

✑ A Calm in the Storm by joyful-enchantress • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "You escape to the rooftop [searching for] solitude, [in an effort] to forget about a certain trickster god..."

✑ Accidental Confessions by lokidokieokie • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "After [collecting a mysterious] vile, the team unwinds on the quinjet back to the Tower. What happens when Tony decides [it's] a good idea to unleash whatever [is] inside?"

✑ Admit It by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Loki likes you more than he's liked anyone before, [only he's too proud to admit it]. So when it turns out you already [know], will he [find the courage to confess]?"

✑ Aren't We a Pair by lizmaximoff • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "After being transported in the midst of battle, you're left to ponder on the nature of yours and Loki's relationship. What happens once you're reunited?"

✑ Asgard's A** by give-me-a-moose • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki catches your eyes wandering to a certain teammate. That gives him some ideas."

✑ Blame It on the Rain by ijuststareatstuffhereok89 • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "You and Loki... can't stand one another, and after one-too-many pranks [go] awry [amid] your 'merry war,' [Fury punishes you both] with menial labour, and the weather reports are predicting a literal storm to supplement the one stirring within you…."

✑ Bonded by michelleleewise • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After an incident on one of your missions, loki makes a decision...."

✑ Butterflies by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Who knew that pulling pranks would lead to love confessions?"

✑ Carrara Marble by coldnique • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After believing you'll need to postpone your anniversary, Loki surprises you with a trip to Louvre.

✑ Chains by tiltheendwilliwrite • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ Chardes by clandestineloki • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "The Avengers are in a very heated game of charades, and Tony decides it’s time Loki knew how much you like him."

✑ Chilling Love by coffee-with-bucky • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Your ice powers eventually reveal Loki's Jotun form."

✑ Close to You by michelleleewise • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "You work in stark tower and have fallen hard for a certain god, but he would never feel the same... would he..."

✑ Commitments by michelleleewise • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "Your feelings for Loki have grown the closer you get, so you decide to ask him out..."

✑ Crush by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Fed up with his brother's moping, Thor "resolves" the situation by informing you of Loki's feelings towards you, prompting the god to retreat in embarrassment. You chase after him, but will he believe that you share his affection?

✑ Drunken Words by lokidokieokie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "If there was one thing that… always [got] on your nerves, [it's] what the press... dubbed 'Stark Parties'..., what else could you [and Loki] do besides get plastered and reveal all your secrets?"

✑ Eavesdropper by oliwrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki cant help but overhear your conversation with Natasha"

✑ Finest Asgardian Ale by lizmaximoff • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "It's Wanda Maximoff's 30th Birthday party, and a little bit of Asgardian liquor leads to some secret confessions coming to light."

✑ Green Dress, the￨Prt. II by peacefulpianist • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Green Knit Sweater by springdandelixn • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You're angry because of Tony's stupidity, [luckily] Loki has a way to calm you down."

✑ Heat by anonymousfiction211 • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Loki sometimes avoid you. You think it is because he figured out you are in love with him. When he isn't at movie night with the team, you decide to check up on him."

✑ I'm Yours by lokisprettygirl • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you catch you boyfriend Loki flirting with a supermodel at Tony's birthday bash, you snap."

✑ Intoxicated by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •

Summary: When you accidentally inhale for an aphrodisiac in front of Loki, you flee, not wanting to be around him and your current state. However, he finds you offering a solution to what else you.

✑ Knight in Shining Leather by coldnique • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: When you're in over your head, Loki swoops in to save you from disaster.

✑ Let's Just Have Fun by irishhappiness • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You just wanted to have fun but your boyfriend decided differently."

✑ Light as a Feather by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "...some ropes, a blindfold, and you and Loki in absolutely no clothes. The possibilities are endless."

✑ Mischief Mission by lizmaximoff • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "In the heat of battle, Loki transports the both of you into a weird a spot."

✑ My Little Princess by tricksterlokilaufeyson • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: {…}

✑ No Expert by give-me-a-moose • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Loki ends up in the med bay, and you swear [you'll] kill him."

✑ Not Fair by peacefulpianist •

Summary: {…}

✑ Reckless by peterman-spideyparker •

Summary: {…}

✑ Sinful Desire by michelleleewise • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ So Beautiful by lokiisdaddyblog • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When being amongst Gods and Goddesses leaves you feeling a bit insecure, Loki reminds you just how beautiful you are."

✑ Sound of Love, the by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Loki now an Avenger, is quite the reclusive and introverted member in the Avenger's compound and for someone who likes peace and quiet, it's ironic how smitten he is for the loudest member of the team."

✑ Suprise by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Thinking of You by michelleleewise • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Every time you see Loki, your thoughts run wild... unbeknownst to you, he can hear them too..."

✑ Thunder Storm by anonymousfiction211 • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ Wait a Minute by give-me-a-moose • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki discovers a new side of you, [causing] a moment of crisis."

✑ Warming Embrace by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Loki usually doesn't like to have blood on his hands, but when it comes to you, he throws his rational thinking overboard."

✑ Welcome Home by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki comes back early from a mission. Smutty, sleepy mischief ensues..."

✑ What Ails You by maple-seed • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Loki is your [best friend], which leaves you struggling when you want something more."

✑ What's Your Type?￨Prt. II by lokisprettygirl • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: Gossiping, with Wanda, never lead to anything good. When the topic shifts to your taste, in men, you can't help but think about a certain dark, charming, yet mysterious God.

✑ Adore You by lokisgoodgirl • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Allow Me by lokisgoodgirl • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Always Forever by infinitystoner • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Black Cat by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Boop by coffee-with-bucky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Cheerleader by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Cold Coffee by coffee-with-bucky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ End Credits by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 •

✑ Favourite Mortal by mostly-marvel-musings • 〔F〕 •

✑ Focus by anonymousfiction211 • 18+ • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ He is Sober by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I Have a Confession by oliwrites • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I Looooove Youuuu by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ I Put a Spell on You by goddessofmischief • 〔F〕 •

✑ In a Different Light by psychospore • 〔F〕 •

✑ Jealous by iamnotorginalphil • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Kindness by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 •

✑ Little Mischiefs by lokiisdaddyblog • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Loki's Bachelor Party by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Loki's Special Night by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Lost Kittens by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Lovers' Perjuries by idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ My Beloved by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Naughty by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not the Alcohol by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Our Future by your-highnessmarvel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Public Display of Affection by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Purrr... by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sensitive Soul by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Seventeen Lemons by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ So Innocent by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Star by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tough Human by asgardwinter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Truth or Dare by michelleleewise • 〔F〕 •

✑ What the F*ck Are You Wearing? by iamnotorginalphil • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Worthy by peterman-spideyparker • 〔C〕 •

✑ Yeah "Friends" by peterman-spideyparker • 〔F〕 •

✑ Being in Love w/ Loki

✑ Dating Loki would include… by witchthewriter • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[sarahscribbles]

bc we were talking about it: imagine Loki setting a gentle, slow pace, but when begged for more he just says "You'll take what I give you, sweet girl."

bye! 🫠

I hope this doesn't disappoint!

Loki Masterlist

Drabble requests are OPEN

You’re not even dozing when the sheets rumple and the mattress dips beneath you. The familiar scent immediately envelops you - cedarwood, mint, and something subtly sweet.

Loki.

You stir beneath the covers, turning over in your cotton cocoon to reach for him. It’s been too long since you touched him, an entire week, and it’s bliss to feel him firm and solid and safe beneath your fingertips.

“Missed you,” you murmur quickly against his lips, not wanting to waste a second on words; they aren’t needed, you just need him.

“And I you, treasure of my heart,” Loki replies, claiming your lips in a kiss so passionate that you feel dizzy.

You melt back into the mess of pillows and bedclothes, sighing contentedly when Loki follows. His thumbs are tracing circles on your outer thighs, but slowly his hands slide over your hips to grip your waist, and he’s toying with the waistband of your sleep shorts.

It’s enough for you to know he’s asking for your permission - permission he’ll have as long as the sun keeps spinning- and you answer with a roll of your hips against his.

The shorts are tossed to the side in a flurry of limbs and desperate kisses, followed quickly by your shirt and, in a gentle flash of green seidr, Loki’s battle leather. Your hands find their home on his back instantly, running longingly over the ripples of muscles that flexed with each minute movement.

Your lover.

Your prince.

Your god.

“You’re so beautiful,” you breath out against his mouth, letting your eyes flutter open to lock with his.

Green irises glitter at you even in the half darkness of the room, and he answers by leaning down to give a sharp nip to the sensitive skin of your neck. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Whatever teasing reply was half forming on your tongue is lost when you feel Loki begin to ease himself into you, inch by beautiful inch until you can take no more of him, until his body is pressed firmly against yours. He releases a shuddering breath when he's fully seated inside you, and the groan that floats from your own lips is sinful enough that you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

How is he yours?

“Every night I dreamed of this perfect little cunt,” he rasps in your ear, his movements tortuously slow. You want rough and eager, you want him to fuck you so hard that words become impossible.

But he doesn’t. He’s slow and gentle and teasing. Doing nothing more than grinding into your cunt as if he plans to drag this out all night. You can feel every ever ridge and vein pull against your walls and you inhale every time he pulls out - expecting his resolve to finally break.

But it doesn't, and he fills you up again just as slowly as before.

It’s infuriating. It’s intoxicating.

It doesn’t take look until you’re arching into him, your soft whines of protest earning another nip of his teeth to your neck. “Loki…please. I need more. Please.”

He licks a light stripe along the column of your neck and finishes with a sharp bite to your ear lobe. “You’ll take what I give you, sweet girl,” he taunts with another agonisingly slow thrust. “And I plan to savour this for hours.”

Tags: @infinitystoner @cake-writes @kinky-faerie @muddyorbsblr @lunarnights95 @fandxmslxt69 @joyful-enchantress @goddessofwonderland @liminalpebble @ladyofthestayingpower @currish-rosewolfe @loopsisloops @coldnique @fictive-sl0th @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @mochie85 @littlespaceyelf

[fleetingcalypso]

you are an enchantress, and my mind is running around your work. Can you write something where it's y/n's birthday? it's my birthday in two days. I'd love if it was summer-y and at the lake house with all of them. It could be Y/n x anybody, i'm partial to henry :)

≋ I hope your birthday will be celebrated with the sweetest of pastries and the most joyful of laughter. Happy early birthday, please accept this as my gift to you, may your day be one to remember forever.

≋ Henry Winter x GN!Reader ≋

≋ Word Count: 1461 words.

“I know you’re awake,” Henry’s husky voice comes from the right side of the bed, I can feel him watching me. Of course I’m awake, how could I not be with Bunny causing a ruckus barely a few feet away from the bedroom where me and my lover doze off during the nighttime. I’m not going to let the commotion steal me away from my sleep, not when I was living in the most magnificent dream of all which now, by no means I can remember. If I pretend to be asleep and lay as still as I can, perhaps the divine Hypnos will take pity on me and bless me with a couple more hours of rest. 

As well as my deception could work on the deity of sleep, it does not on the divine being lying by my side. “Ignoring me is unbecoming of you,” he whispers in my ear, his finger grazing over the side of my hip, sliding up towards my waist, gliding up to my shoulder before gripping the thin blanket I was holding over my head and expose my body to the warm sunlight glimpsing through the half-open window. 

“Five more minutes…” I groan into the pillow in which my face is buried. I’ve never understood how Henry could wake up as early as first light whenever we are welcomed in Francis’ aunt’s mansion. He’d tried to explain it to me once, in my current drowsiness his original statement becomes abandoned in the fabric of time. “It’s too early.” I croak again, my body rolling away from his in a pitiful attempt to have him abandon me to my slumber and the many dreams that await me on the other side of the oniric world.

At last he yields, my seemingly preposterous request for just a few more moments of relaxation is accepted and my dearest has shown himself for the kind soul that he is, pressing his lips to my head in a sweet blessing, “Five more minutes, then. Not one second more.” My only response to the limitation he poses to me is an unconcerned hum and somehow, as the pandemonium occurring downstairs grows louder, it serves as the perfect cradlesong to guide me right into Morpheus’s arms.

The house being oddly quiet is the first thing that worries me when my eyes blink open, Henry’s absence beside me being the second thing I detect, although less troubling. Educated as I am on his habits and his needs, he’s most likely working on yet a new translation. 

A gentle breeze fills the room, pecking my skin with its cool kisses, alleviating for what feels like a fleeting second the heat I feel, thanks to the sun electing me as one of its lovers for it too decides to lay its kind caresses on my body. The window is wide open, I only notice it after my head turns, the sudden brilliancy reaching my gaze causes me to squint, my hand instinctively rising to create some shadow. Peeking from my fingers, I can make out a bird perched on the windowsill, if only Henry were basking in this peaceful moment with me, he’d be able to identify precisely what kind of feathered creature that is, he’s the ornithologist out of the two of us.

With time my vision adjusts to the glistening light and as I observe my plumaged friend take flight I decide it is time to finally see if my not so plumaged peers kindly left any scraps of their breakfast for me. I take my time washing up and getting dressed. It is such a serene day, to taint it with hurriedness feels like a crime against nature.

Making my way towards the kitchen has me realizing that the house is not as soundless as I imagined: hushed whispers are audible, along with repetitive shushing and a melodious yet quiet feminine giggle. I’m not swimming in solitude, then. It only adds to my enjoyment of the morning.

Finally, when I step into the room, that's when I spot it: a cake sits in the middle of the breakfast table, Bunny trying his best to not be seen sneaking a taste of it with his finger. My dearest invites me to step further in with his sweet call, “At last, you live. I thought you’d never join us.” Henry sits with his elbows on the table and his chin resting confidently on top of his joined hand, naturally I glide across the floor to him, my hand finds its rightful spot on his shoulder rubbing my fingers in his muscles, “Good morning,” I say and there rises an echo of ‘Morning’ in return.

His hand finds mine, bringing it to his lips and pressing the softest of kisses to the back of it, “Take a seat. We were just waiting for you.” The chair next to him is already pulled, waiting only to feel my weight on it. Settling at the right side of my beloved I feel like the very world we’re in is but a violin’s string, ready to snap at any moment. Clearly, I’m missing a piece of the puzzle, watching my companions throw each other amused glances, not so patiently looking forward to something I do not understand, though by Bun’s hungry looks towards the baked delicacy sat in front of him, it’s plain to see just what he is impatient for.

Following a moment’s quiet, his anticipation takes the best of him, “Do you know what day it is or are you still half-asleep?” He asks, his fingers tapping nervously on the edge of wood. I do not know what day it is, in truth. The times we spend in this sanctuary compel me to misinterpret the countless hours that spread through the summer weeks into one single round of twenty-four. It all blends together in a haze.

“Is it an important occasion that’s slipping my mind?” 

“Oh for God’s sake!” He childishly laments, shaking his head in frustration. “It is, no doubt, a special occasion,” Comes Camilla’s voice with syrupy patience embedded in it, “A cake, us gathered around it, waiting for you…” 

Miraculously I get the picture before any kind of remarks against my intellect can be formulated. Eyes wide with glee, elated smile taking over my lips, I can’t hide the appreciation I feel for the souls joining me in celebrating the day I was born. When the traces of flour smudged on their clothes finally have a reason for existing I feel my heart overflowing, they’ve baked a cake just for me and even if I haven’t tasted it yet, I can already tell it will taste like ambrosia. This is one of those times where I wonder if one individual could pass away from feeling too much love.

Celebrating with them all has a golden spot in the throne residing inside of my memory, and not for the visible kindness they’ve shown me by gifting me many presents I’ll forever treasure, but for the affection they’ve showered me. I’m able to bathe in the tenderness of our friendship.

Francis gifted me a locket on a chain, a small sparkly token where I could hide away a picture of my lover for only my greedy eyes to see. Charles and Camilla offered me a brand new chess set with the promise that they’ll take turns playing against me soon, the immaculate black and white pieces sculpted in smooth marble almost look like precious jewels. Bunny, hyperbolizing how long it took him to find a gift he deemed worthy of me, presented me with a watch I’m sure he pestered Henry to buy in his stead. Richard, with an air of uncertainty to him, handed me a book, the very one I’d been rambling about purchasing for myself during one drunken night. How he’d caught that miniscule detail, I’ll never know.

“Happy birthday,” Henry whispers, his voice caresses my ear as he sets a small rectangular, intricate, case in my hands. The see-through glass top shows me the contents of it. A stunning montblanc fountain pen, with golden decorations on its body. 

The conviction sets in me with every breath I take, that finding people as caring as them is an unprecedented benediction. “Thank you.” Attempting to put my gratitude into more elegant words is unachievable. “Thank you for everything.” Henry’s arm around my body drags me further into his side in an unusual display of public affection while my friends, they don’t seem to notice, too busy arguing over who should get the last slice of the dessert they spent so much time preparing. If birthdays could always compose such a heavenly melody, then they’d be hymns I’d never grow tired of singing. 

[joyful-enchantress]

Hiiiiiii ❤️

A bit of shameless self-promotion never hurt anyone right? I have a couple of one-shots that may fit the bill. Apologies if you are looking for more long form/multi-chapter fics.

Jól Never Be Alone is an arranged marriage AND childhood friends trope.

And Spring Heat is Jotun Loki.

No pressure ofc! Just figured I’d throw them out there. Good luck on your search and happy reading! 😁

!! ISO Loki-fic suggestions !!

Hello friends! I'm desperately craving some Loki x Princess fics (can be Sigyn/OFC/Reader/idc) and struggling to narrow down my Ao3 searches. If anyone has any suggestions, please share!

Some Themes/Tropes I like but aren't required: Arranged marriage, Jotun Loki, childhood friends to lovers, Stangers to friends to lovers, Idiots in love, pinning, slow burn, sexual tension, dirty talk, bonding over magic, equally mischievous MFC, embracing the others culture, world building, warrior-princess vibes, myth loki vibes.

[liminalpebble]

Any of y'all wanna take a guess who I used for reference for this little sketchy I made? 🤭

(Pssss....also...morvalor.wordpress.com)

P.s. I promise I'm still writing Between the Lines. Thanks for reading along! Consider it a miniseries. It should be tidily wrapped up by the end of summer.

@sweetsigyn @lokisgoodgirl @goblingirlsarah @gigglingtiggerv2 @smolvenger @little-wormwood @littlelokilad @coldnique @muddyorbs @lokischambermaid @ladyofthestayingpower @mischief2sarawr @icytrickster17 @anukulee @acidcasualties @mochie85 @mischiefmaker615 @loopsisloops @somnambulic-thing @azula-karai-27 @sailorholly @thenerdyoldersister @thedistractedagglomeration @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @marcotheflychair @textsfromthetva @loz-3 @eleniblue @word-wytch @sarahscribbles @infinitystoner @joyful-enchantress @jennyggggrrr @elegantkoalapaper @alexakeyloveloki @fictive-sl0th @unlucky-number-13 @joyful-enchantress @buttercupcookies-blog @glitchquake @veemoon @leelei1980 @shiny-boots-0f-leather @holdmytesseract

[joyful-enchantress]

This is just me saying, into the void, that I haven’t written any fics since March. And I’m currently working on one for @fictive-sl0th’s Secret Santa event and I’m excited.

I struggle to write. It takes me a long time. I constantly second guess myself. I know my struggles aren’t unique.

But 50% of my current fics are winter/Christmas themed. Holiday writer events and collaborations are what got me started ever writing in the first place. So this just feels…fitting.

I guess what I’m saying is, it feels good to be home ❤️

[muddyorbsblr]

thor 1 production stills (batch 2)

The writing motivation I'm getting just staring at Thor 1 era Loki is insane like look at him--

(Okay but why is that shot lowkey giving RTC Season 3 for some reason)

Watching this movie the first time in high school was probably the hardest hit of "If villain why hot?" that I ever got 🥴🫠

Literally everyone around me in 2011: Ohh okay so he's the bad guy for sure Me while watching his story unfold: He's just a baby 🥺

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlelokilad @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr @jaidenhawke @mrs-illyrian-baby @tallseaweed @chantsdemarins @cabingrlandrandomcrap @jiyascepter @cl-0-vr @foxherder ++

[mochie85]

Thank you @lokiandbuckysdoll for the tag. I wanted to create a new thread cuz the other one got long.

1. are you named after anyone? I don't think so. And for those of you who know my real name, I honestly don't know why I'm named that either. My parents never gave me a straight answer when it came to naming me.

2. when was the last time you cried? Today. I went to the dentist 😭

3. do you have kids? Yes

4. what sports do you play/have you played? I was never into sports. I was the theater kid. The drama kid. The arts kid.

5. do you use sarcasm? noooo....yes. Yes i use sarcasm.

6. what is the first thing you notice about people? Their noses.

7. what’s your eye color? dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings! I cannot do scary movies. I have trouble sleeping and my over-active imagination won't let up.

9. any talents? does my writing count? I'm usually good a finding gifs 😏. I can solve a Rubik's cube.

10. where were you born? The Philippines.

11. what are your hobbies? I love making things with my hands, so drawing, any crafts, cooking, writing, gaming.

12. do you have any pets? Sadly, I am allergic to pet dander. So I can't have any...OH WAIT NO! I FORGOT ABOUT MY FISHIES!! We have three goldfish and a snail that cleans the tank- her name is Dotty, cuz she has white dots on her shell.

13. how tall? 5’2"

14. favorite subject in school? psychology, humanities, english-literature

15. dream job? I wanted to be an actress when I was little.

16. in place of ___, what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home? my laptop. I could be anywhere traveling but I always bring home with me.

tags below

@lokisgoodgirl @michelleleewise @shadeysprings @joyful-enchantress @theaudacitytowrite @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @lokiandbuckysdoll @sailorholly @wheredafandomat @coldnique @gigglingtiggerv2 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @give-me-a-moose @lokischambermaid @muddyorbsblr @sarahscribbles @xorpsbane @holdmytesseract @fictive-sl0th @liminalpebble @mischief2sarawr @immersed-in-mischief @goldencherriess @the-lady-amphitrite @chantsdemarins @glitchquake @athalialaufeyson @glitchquake @navybrat817 @chrisevansmaindish

[maple-seed]

My finale thoughts are not organized but here they are.

It's complicated.

I really do think it's beautiful. As far as the story is concerned, I love it.

Where the character is concerned, I hate it.

Part of it might be where I am in my life right now.

But I think this probably would have hurt regardless.

Since we first met him in 2011, I have always summed up Loki's popularity with this: he's wounded. Loki is wounded which makes him relatable, because who among us isn't?

In the 12 years since, he's been presented in different lights and at different stages of change and it has been great, I have loved every iteration of him and his story. But the ending I always hoped for was not this one. Loki is wounded, and I am wounded, and so what I desperately want to see is Loki healed, Loki happy, and maybe then I could see part of myself in him there as well.

Seriously, the only, only thing I have wanted from the MCU for years now has been for the sun to shine on Thor and Loki again. The worst possible outcome for me is Loki alone for eternity, when all he has ever wanted was to connect with people around him.

Though I suppose he is connected to everyone now.

Clinging to the hope that this might not be the end. Hard rules have not been established, and it's never hopeless with comic book stories. Comic book fuckery can always save us. Remember, Wolverine died in 2017. Right this minute, not only will he be in another movie but Hugh Jackman is even playing him.

There could be something else for Loki in the future. Though a part of me does hate to lose this beautiful ending.

In the meantime, I suppose that's what fanfiction is for. I'll keep writing stories where Loki is healed, where Loki is happy, where Loki makes the connections with other people in the way he has always craved, and the way that I crave also.

I'll write my own damn sun.

tagging some of my usual discussion folks.

@loopsisloops @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @muddyorbsblr @give-me-a-moose @tallseaweed @ladyofthestayingpower @joyful-enchantress @unlucky-number-13

[simplyholl]

Although I was a constant lurker for months, today marks my one year as a Loki writer. It has been so fun whoring out with all of you. There have been too many laughs to count. By some miracle, I’ve reached a little over 1,000 followers. I’m shook that so many of you are interested in partaking in my wildest fantasies. But I am so thankful for all of you. If you have read, liked, commented, or reblogged anything - thank you from the bottom of my heart! I love reading every wild thing you have to say about these scenes I’ve created.

Sometimes I will just sit there and read your comments over and over in complete shock that my words would elicit such responses. I am so thankful for our little corner of the internet where we can unashamedly be ourselves. We all have different backgrounds, cultures, and lives but we can all agree we just want our favorite god to dick us down.

I’ve made lifelong friends from doing this, and I would’ve never met them otherwise.

@lokisgoodgirl Thank you for giving me the kick in the cooch I needed to start posting my writing. I would have none of this, if it wasn’t for you. Your words of encouragement mean everything to me. Thank you for being my tech expert for the first little bit. I would never give anyone else my login info. You’ve helped me get through some of the toughest times of my life and I am forever grateful for your friendship. I love listening to your voice notes. Your “Good morning” always puts a smile on my face. I hope we can meet in person one day, although I can’t promise that I would keep my hands to myself. I love you endlessly.

@wheredafandomat I only met you at the end of January, but it feels like I have known you my whole life. Is it possible for two people to share the same brain? Because I’m sure that we do. You can make a 2 hour phone call feel like 5 minutes. I’m lucky to have you in my life. My frequent collaborator and birthday twin - I love you so much.

I couldn’t think of a celebration that I wanted to do, but I wanted to share some of my favorite comments over the course of my time on here.

#burdened with a glorious manhood

-@coldnique

The threat to use his vibranium hand to do the choking was just the cherry on top of my death day cake. This is a filthy masterpiece

- @joyful-enchantress

Well spank me sideways, this went from O-deranged in 2.5 seconds AND I'M NOT MAD ABOUT IT

- @thedistractedagglomeration

Ohhhhhh he talks her out of her hero panties and in to his heart

- @cakesandtom

"sit on his face darling" l'm not gonna survive another paragraph I swear to god.this is too much in the best way

- @lokisgoodgirl

The thought of being an avenger and having Loki fuck you senseless is stupid hot, but add into it him talking about making you carry his secret sex baby and still be an avenger is 🔥🔥🔥

- @itsybitchylittlewitchy

Take that you little shit! I am so glad he saw them together and still mounted at that!

- @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed

I mean it's a fitting description after all the devil is tempting and so is Lokis dick

- @fictive-sl0th

You had me at President Loki and biting!

- @marygoddessofmischief

should have really realized that it was you, my dear, who wrote this!

- @smolvenger

I don't need legs, l'll just drag myself around.

- @goblingirlsarah

Spelling his....spelling his name.. ☠️☠️

- @lokisgoodgirl

absolute genius. i read the part about considering staying with him even if just for the sex and i was like "YOU GO Y/N GO GET THAT MULTIVERSAL ASGARDIAN DICK"

- @muddyorbsblr

Yeah Narfi you little bitch. Take that!

- @wheredafandomat

This was so naughty!!! When the vacuum fell and he was like, "fuck it" then continues to pound you harder!!! 🥵🥵🥵

- @mochie85

I neeeed a tall Loki to be my coworker for the job I don't have so he can fuck me in the storage closet

- @wheredafandomat

The best part of waking up is Bucky & Loki in your cup!! WAY better than Folgers.

- @km-ffluv

IT WAS PHENOMENAL. would have tears in my eyes with how proud I am if I wasn't so horny

- @lokisgoodgirl

Just for fun,

If anyone wants to give it a re-read, here’s the first fic I posted.

Snowed In

And this is actually the first thing I wrote

Across the Multiverse

It’s been a great year. I can’t wait to share more horny, unhinged, wild fantasies with you in the next one.

All my love,

-Holly 💚🖤

[sarahscribbles]

I’m having a really bad day of just feeling worthless. Could I maybe ask for a small bit of Loki comfort, please? 👉👈

Oh, my love, I’m so sorry to hear that! 😞 I hope you know that whatever the voices in your head are telling you, it isn’t true!! You’re the furthest thing from worthless! 💚

This is the best I can do, and I hope it perks you up a little 💚

•••

You don’t even know what’s happening in the show you’re watching. It’s still playing on the TV, but you’ve done nothing but stare blankly at the screen while the voices in your head continue to get louder, taunting you. You know what they’re saying isn’t true, you know it, but sometimes, like today, it’s impossible to tune them out.

Without even knowing you’re doing it, you take a shaky breath in. It’s enough to catch Loki’s attention from where he’s sat with a book across the room.

You barely register the quiet thump of the pages or the rustle of his clothing as he leans forward in the chair. All you can think about is the cruel chant circling around your head.

“Hey,” Loki says gently, but the sound of his voice is enough to pull you back. “Look at me, my love.”

Wordlessly, you do what he says, looking into those beautiful green eyes that you fall more in love with each day. He holds your gaze, his own brimming with love and a softness reserved solely for you.

The thoughts dull just a fraction.

“That’s it. Focus on me,” he continues gently.

You’re trying, gods above you’re trying, but even with the love you feel pooling off him in waves you can’t help but feel your bottom lip quiver.

Loki is across the room in the time it takes your heart to beat, and before you know it, you’re cradled against his chest and the familiar sound of his heartbeat is in your ear. It’s the most soothing sound you’ve ever heard.

“Shhhh, my love,” Loki soothes, wrapping his arms around your upper body and nuzzling his face into your hair. “I’m here.”

A quiet sob shakes you out of nowhere, and his arms tighten around you. “But why are you here? You’re a god, Loki. And I’m…I’m nothing.” You can’t help but blurt out the thoughts that have been torturing you all afternoon.

Loki is quiet for a moment and for only a second you fear you’ve made him angry, but the thought is quickly banished by the press of his lips to your head, and he’s murmuring quietly against your skin.

“My darling, you are the reason I breathe. You are the single thought that keeps me going when we are apart. I…,” he pauses for a breath, “I have never loved someone this fiercely,” he admits, and you swear you feel his heart beat a little faster.

You try to pull back from his embrace, wanting to look in his eyes, but he grips you tight. One by one the voices in your head diminish to nothing, all because of the man holding you like you’re made of glass, like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held in his arms.

“You are everything to me, my little mortal,” he whispers, his lips once again grazing across your skin. “I intend to make sure you know that until the day I die.”

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Please just look at how slutty he is.

He's so slutty I'm gonna die 😩so innocent with his thick, spread thighs and little frown that says I'm going to spank you so hard for that comment when we get home

Sigh.

I'm not even going to comment on the sluttish unbuttonings. Edit: Actually, I lied. WhY mUsT he B ThIs wAy I kind of like how he's dressed like a normal dude™️ who has come home from work exhausted from a long day at the lumberjack factory and sitting on the couch trying to decide whether to have a nap or a wank. 🤣🤣

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[joyful-enchantress]

Just rolled up this morning to see this has reached 3000 notes!?

Thank you so much 🥹

Spring Heat (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

A/N: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay... I wrote this for @springdandelixn and her Double-Trouble Sleepover! Congratulations, Beanie, my love! I hope you enjoy this little fic that I put together for you 🖤

Genre/Warnings: Jotun mating cycle AU, smut (18+), rough sex, choking, dubcon? (everything is consensual but Loki is not entirely in control of himself), language, light angst, fluff too, filth with feeling, established relationship

Word Count: 3182

The sights and sounds of springtime were all around you as you strolled through the palace grounds —

The busy twittering of birds as they searched for food and fought over tree branches on which to build their nests.

The chattering of squirrels and rabbits and other small animals as they came out of hiding to begin a new season of life.

The rich shade of green returning to the grass in the meadow, speckled with pops of color where wildflowers were beginning to bloom.

Speaking of blooming flowers -- the palace gardens were thriving, and in the next couple of weeks were sure to become a spectacle of color, ranging from delicate pastel hues to bright, vibrant tones. Just in time for the Spring Festival that would be held at the end of the month.

Yes, spring was upon you. Your favorite season. It meant warmer temperatures and sunshine and new life.

But despite all the bright cheerfulness that spring brought with it, for your husband, Loki, it also brought with it a certain darkness.

His heat.

Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.

Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, he’d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.

That is, until you had something to say about it.

When you learned of the agony he endured — both physically and emotionally — locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldn’t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.

You remembered the conversation you’d had with him well. It was shortly after your wedding…

————

“Loki, isn’t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I can’t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.”

“Unfortunately, no, darling. There isn’t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I can’t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.”

Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, I’ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following year’s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, more… pain.”

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

He gave a mirthless chuckle. “It lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Or…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.

“Or…?” You gently encouraged him to continue.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, “Or… I mate. Breed. Fuck.”

Something about the way he enunciated the hard ‘k’, his Adam’s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.

You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. “Well that seems easy enough,” you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

“If having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that —”

“NO!” His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and — was that fear? “You don’t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian façade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I become… a monster. I am a monster.”

“Loki…” you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. “I love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.”

“I love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I can’t let you do this.” He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. “It isn’t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.”

“I trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.” The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, “I want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.”

His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.

He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.

“Alright then, darling.” He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. “Come springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, I’ll let you help me. I’ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.”

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And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.

Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.

Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.

And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.

The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.

You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.

You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.

You could do this.

You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.

"Loki... can I come in?"

"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.

It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.

"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."

"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.

As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.

Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.

He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.

You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."

And that was all the permission he needed.

He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.

His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.

Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.

Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.

You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.

You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.

"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.

He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.

Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.

Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.

But you didn't dare.

You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.

"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.

He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.

Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.

You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.

A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.

"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."

You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.

His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.

And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.

--

Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.

"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.

When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"

He looked away from you, ashamed.

You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"

"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.

"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."

He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.

"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"

Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."

You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."

His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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Tagging some lovely people who might be interested. No worries though if not, of course! @lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @cheekyscamp @give-me-a-moose @sarahscribbles @gigglingtigger @ladyofthestayingpower @mischief2sarawr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsreacts @maple-seed @fictive-sl0th @coldnique @thomase1 @peachyjinx @superficialdomina @peaches1958 @evelyn-kingsley @simplyholl @tallseaweed @cake-writes @tripleyeeet @lokiandbuckysdoll @vbecker10 @lovelysizzlingbluebird