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wheredafandomat · 1 year ago

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Based on this ask that I accidentally lost 😭

@lulubelle814 I hope you enjoy it!!

Meant to be

Loki x female reader

18+ | TW: Infertility and problems associated with that including miscarriage, smut, use of drugs, alcohol

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“Loki, Loki” you shake him awake trying to stop the trembling as your vision blurred “wake up, I need-I need to go to a hospital” you stuttered, Loki’s eyes flying open as he heard you.

“Y/n?” He questioned, cupping your face as he searched your expression in the dark room “what’s the matter?” He began, eyes widening as he noticed the crimson soaking into the sheets.

“I feel faint and I’m not due on” you tried to rationalise, not wanting to alarm Loki and trying to calm yourself down too.

“I’ll drive” he quickly stood up, flinging the duvet off of himself.

Loki helped you into the car before you both rushed to the hospital. You had been feeling abdominal pain for the past couple of days and you felt incredibly ill but you put it down to stress. Only now as Loki held your hand, frantically driving that you realised this was actually a lot more serious. When you made it to the hosptial, you were seen quickly.

“I wish I had known” you sniffled “if only I had known, I could have pretended, just for a while that we—we were going to be parents” you continued to cry as Loki rubbed soothing circles on your back, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I was a mother Loki and now—now I—” you sobbed, wanting the day to end as Loki bit back his own mournful tears. And just like that, another getaway, another attempt at normalcy.

It had been just over a month since you were at the hospital and already, you and Loki had spent all your weekends abroad, trying to have sex in as many different European countries as you could. Each country offered its own culture, its own fond memories and its own way of spicing up your sex life whether that was with aphrodisiacs or guided meditations. This weekend, you found yourselves in Amsterdam, a hotel overlooking a nearby canal as you each held a mushroom in your hand. It was on your way to get food that you stopped at a shop and picked the mushrooms up after an elderly lady working in the shop said that the mushrooms cured all that ails you. Turning towards each other, you smiled before eating them.

“When do they kick in?” Loki asked, wriggling his fingers as he held his hand in front of his face.

“Considering the fact that you’ve been staring at your hand for the past ten minutes, I think they already have” you answered, looking at him.

“Oh” he voiced, looking up at you “do they work?”

“Is your hair getting longer?” You questioned, squinting as you looked at Loki.

“Is yours getting shorter?” He replied, pointing at your hair before you stood up, making your way to the mirror.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, Loki following behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Norns!” Loki gasped, his hair long as he took in his appearance.

“Is this—do I have stubble?” You panicked, touching your face only it didn’t seem like your face. “Oh my god!” You yelped again as you felt an unfamiliar weight between your legs. Running your hand down your body, you almost passed out as you realised “I—I’m a man! Look Loki, look, I’ve got a—” you began to laugh, pulling your trousers down.

“Y/n, I fear I may have lost my—” Loki began before you interrupted, thrusting your hips.

“It’s so heavy” you chuckled.

“What on Midgard did we take?” Loki asked, his voice high.

“Who cares, the effects will probably wear off as the mushrooms do” you shrugged.

“Sooo, are you saying we should enjoy them whilst they last?” Loki grinned.

“Yes, besides, you do look irresistible as a woman. Very sexy” you purred, causing Loki to smile. “Your hair, your skin, I’m going to enjoy this” you smirked, your hand moving between Loki’s legs.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Loki giggled, seemingly uncomfortable by how much you were enjoying this more feminine version of himself.

“No” you answered with the same giggle.

Both sated, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your bodies as well as the aroma of sex lingering around the room, you rested your head against Loki’s chest as you took a deep breath.

“Thank you for this Loki” you murmured, kissing his chest.

“For what?” He queried.

“Taking us away, making me feel better, I’ve enjoyed it” you smiled. Sitting up a little, Loki kissed the top of your head before noting your hair growing again.

“Your hair” he pointed as you sat up, touching it.

“Oh yeah” you grinned before pulling the sheet that was covering Loki’s lower half away. “Oh how I’ve missed you!” You exclaimed, looking down at all eight inches of him.

“Could’ve fooled me” Loki joked.

“You think you’re funny?” You teased, straddling him.

“No thought, simply fact” Loki retorted.

“Mm?” You hummed questioningly as you guided his thick cock inside of you.

“Mhmm” Loki nodded in response as you lowered yourself onto him, eyes closing as he filled you to the hilt.

“Fuckk Loki” you moaned, rocking your hips forwards and backwards as his hands found purchase on your breasts.

“Just like that” Loki groaned as you clenched your walls around him “you feel so good.”

“Ughh Lokii” you whimpered, grounding your hips down against him as his cock throbbed inside of you.

“Keep doing that baby, fuckk” Loki pleaded as you circled your hips. “Feels too good” he almost mewled, rolling you over and switching your positions so that you were against the bed before he fucked into you with ardour, hitting that perfect spot as you thrashed against the bed, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

“Loki” you almost screamed, the headboard banging against the wall as he pounded you.

“D’you want my cum? Tell me you want it” Loki growled, still thrusting hard into you.

“I need it Loki, fuckk” you moaned loudly.

“Want me to cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Pleaseee” you near begged.

“Tell me to cum” Loki implored as your legs began to shake.

“C—fuckk—cum with me Lokiii” you exclaimed before Loki came, shooting his load inside of you as your climax shook you.

Collapsing down next to you, Loki kissed your shoulder.

“What time does the bar close?” You broke the silence.

“Not until 2AM, why?” Loki answered as you smiled at him.

“I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU LAUGHING, I THOUGHT THAT I HEARD YOU SINGGG” you sang, on stage with an actual microphone after spending the past hour at the bar with Loki.

“I THINK I THOUGHT I SAW YOU TRY” Loki sang with you, his own microphone in hand.

“BUT THAT WAS JUST A DREAM” you both sang together as the audience you had accumulated cheered you both on.

“We’re really good Loki” you spoke to him.

“So so good, the best” he agreed, turning to kiss you as the cheers grew louder.

“I love you” you spoke against his lips, hands roaming one another’s bodies as the kiss deepened.

“Alright alright, that’s enough” you were both escorted off of the stage.

“Pool?” You asked once your microphones were taken off of you and losing my religion stopped playing.

“Pool” Loki nodded.

Running towards it, you were thankful that it was empty once you arrived. You began taking your clothes off before jumping into the water, Loki not far behind you in his boxers as you kissed, the water pooling around your waist.

“I love you so much, do you know that?” Loki asked, looking into your eyes as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You, Loki Laufeyson, are the love of my life” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him “now, do you want to take some more mushrooms and try on my dresses?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded.

“Great” you kissed him again.

The warm glow of the sunlight streaming into the room is what stirred you from your slumber. Stretching, you opened your eyes to find yourself in Loki’s arms. The feeling of you moving woke Loki.

“What happened yesterday?” You asked groggily.

“Why am I wearing a dress?” Loki spoke, looking down at his attire.

“And you’ve got lipstick on” you pointed out, looking at him.

“Well at least it’s yours” he smiled.

“How do you know it’s—” you began before Loki wiped some off of your lips. “Loki, are you wearing mascara?”

“Maybe” he shrugged.

“What a crazy weekend” you sighed.

“Indeed” he agreed and that was the end of that weekend. You both checked out of the hotel, flew home and continued your lives. The weeks turning into months.

Despite never admitting it to anyone, your favorite pastime was going to the park and reading a book with the sound of children in the background. It comforted you. It let you pretend that you were a mother, just for a moment, taking your child to the park. You’d get lost in the sound.

“Which one is yours?”

Looking up from your book, you turned to the elderly lady that sat down next to you. You felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh I don’t have a child” you tried to say nonchalantly.

“Yet” she smiled at you.

“No I-I can’t” you paused, falling silent as the lady looked you up and down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure dear” she smiled almost knowingly at you, a smile that sent shivers down your spine. Gathering your things, you left the park and headed home.

When you arrived home, you were greeted by Loki who was cooking. He kissed you on the cheek as you entered the kitchen and made your way to the fridge before getting the ingredients for a sandwich out.

“What are you doing? You’ll spoil your appetite” Loki tried to deter you.

“I’m starving” you excused.

“Wait for dinner then”

“Sorry mum” you laughed as Loki put the bread away. “Is that my apron?”

“My one is currently in the washing machine” he answered, wrapping his arms around the apron defensively.

“Okay” you continued to laugh.

After dinner, you still couldn’t get the encounter you had with the lady earlier on out of your head. You thought about it as you ate, as you showered, as you brushed your teeth and as you got into bed. You even thought about it as Loki’s lips traveled across your chest and down your body. You couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I spoke to a lady today, she said some strange things” you finally let out.

“Like?” Loki prompted you to continue as his kisses met the hem of your panties before he began tugging them down.

“That she wouldn’t be so sure that I can’t have children” you admitted.

“Y/n” Loki began sadly.

“No I know I can't, it's just she said it with so much conviction” you explained as Loki’s expression turned into one of pity “anyways it’s not important, will you continue” you tried to dismiss. It didn’t take long for you to cum before falling asleep, Loki’s head still between your thighs.

“Y/n? Y/n?” He called to no avail.

The following morning, it was nausea that woke you up as you jumped out of bed and sprinted towards the bathroom and rid yourself of yesterday's dinner.

“Y/n?” Loki knocked the door as you flushed the toilet.

“NO! Don’t come inside. I’m hideous and vomity and—” you listed as Loki opened the door.

“Y/n” Loki smiled, cupping your cheeks “you’re beau” he started before retching and throwing up too.

“Have we got food poisoning?”

“Impossible” he insisted.

“Maybe it’s just a bug then”

“We should rest” Loki suggested.

“I actually feel quite alright now” you countered, standing up.

“Strangely so do I, but I’d never say no to a lazy day with you” he grinned.

“I would kiss you but we should probably brush our teeth first” you giggled.

The following month, you and Loki were invited to a gala. You had picked out a dress to wear a few weeks ago only now, it wouldn’t zip up. Noticing your struggle, Loki came up behind you and began pulling the zip up before he too was met with resistance.

“I think I’m gaining weight Loki” you sighed as you slumped down.

“I’ve been thinking the same” he answered, causing you to gasp as you straighten yourself out again “about me!” He quickly added “I’ve been gaining weight too.”

“It’s all the carbs Loki, we can’t keep having pasta dishes”

“Apart from tonight, I’ve made your favorite, carbonara for when we get back” Loki smiled.

“Can I have some now, I’m feeling a little peckish?” You asked before Loki led you both to the kitchen. Digging your fork into your plate, you ate a little before rushing to the bathroom to puke which is something you had been doing a lot recently.

“What if something is seriously wrong?” You asked, swishing listerine around your mouth.

“We’ll book you an appointment with a doctor in the morning, okay darling” Loki suggested, you nodding in response.

A few days later, you and Loki found yourselves back in the doctor's office as she looked through her notes before looking up at you both as you sipped your water, your nerves consuming you.

“Well good news, you’re fine and so is the baby.”

Spitting out your water, you told her to repeat herself which she did.

“You’re pregnant” she informed you.

“I—no-I can’t be” you stuttered, Loki holding your hand.

“Yes, almost four months now but we can scan you—”

“MONTHS!” You exclaimed.

“Yes”

“I mean, are you sure?” Loki finally spoke.

“Positive. Haven’t you noticed any changes to your cycle or any symptoms?” The doctor asked.

“I thought I was just going through the change” you whisper shouted.

“Y/n, this is amazing!” Loki cheered, kissing you. “We’re going to be parents” he spoke against your lips.

“I-I’m going to be a mother” you began to cry.

“I’ll give you both some time” the doctor spoke before leaving.

“Loki, how did this—when did this?”

“If you’re four months now, this must’ve happened almost five months ago” he figured.

“What did we do five months ago?” You questioned.

“We were on holiday, that’s when I woke up in the dress” he remembered.

“Yesss, we must’ve been pretty wasted because I can barely remember it.”

“That’s when we conceived,” Loki smiled fondly.

“That explains all the vomiting and the hunger, not your vomiting though Loki” you narrowed your gaze.

“Who cares, this is a joyous occasion” Loki kissed you again before the doctor walked in and scanned you.

“Hello baby” you smiled at the screen, tears in your eyes. “I want to call it Hope, Hope Laufeyson”

From then on, Loki had been very careful with you and extremely accommodating to the point where whenever you’d touch your stomach, he’d do the same, whenever your ankles would swell, so would his and whenever you’d vomit, he’d vomit too. He was taking sympathy pains to a whole new level.

“Loki”

“Yes love”

“I think we’re spending too much time together” you answered quietly.

“As if that’s a thing” he laughed off.

“No seriously, we’re doing the same things”

“Many couples find themselves—”

“I’m pregnant Loki”

“Right”

“So we shouldn’t be acting the same way,” you explained.

“No we shouldn't,” he agreed.

“Loki!” You gasped, worrying him “come here” you called “I just felt a kick.”

Placing a hand on your stomach, Loki waited for another one before doubling over himself.

“Well this certainly shouldn’t be happening” he spoke.

“What?”

“It puts a whole new spin on sympathy pains” he continued.

“What?”

“I think—I think I just felt a kick too.”

“Impossible Loki, you have to actually be pregnant to—AHHHH!” You screamed.

“Whatt?” Loki yelped.

“I think I just saw the kick” you pointed to him.

“You don’t think I’m” Loki paused, stepping in front of a mirror and looking at his stomach.

“You can’t be, it’s not possible, is it?”

“What did we do on that weekend?” He worried.

“Well the best thing you can do is go to the doctors and get a scan just to check” you suggested.

“But I—I’m a-a man”

“Well, find a way of changing that”

“Like we did that weekend!” Loki gasped, remembering.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember? We took something and it altered our genders. That’s when I must’ve conceived” he figured.

“I got you pregnant?”

“We need to wait for a scan but it appears so” he agreed.

Using a lot of his Seiðr, Loki managed to switch sexes again, transforming into who you liked to call Lady Loki.

“You should really do this more often, I like it”

“Look at the mess it’s gotten us into already” Loki answered before you both headed to the clinic.

“Good news, you’re pregnant” the doctor smiled, looking at you both.

“Can we have a moment please” you asked.

“Sure”

“Loki, how is this even going to work?” You began to panic.

“I’ll have to stay like this until after the pregnancy” she decided.

“We’ve gone from no children to two” you breathed.

“Isn’t it magnificent?” Loki beamed.

“Yeah?” You questioned.

“Yes! A miracle” she clapped.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You smiled, kissing her “we're going to be parents!”

“The best!” Loki agreed.

Four months later, Loki gave birth to a boy and you a girl. After watching you breastfeed for the first time, Loki changed back into a male and insisted on just being a dad. You really were the best parents.

“You know, we could go on another holiday soon considering the children are growing up” Loki suggested a few years later.

“No!”

I’m so happy for them 🥺

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angelremnants · 18 days ago

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A TALES OF.. l Veiled Deception

OR.. You get caught up in a flirty exchange with someone you believe to be a mysterious stranger. Unbeknownst to you, it’s someone having a little fun at your expense.

pairings : (Lady) Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

warnings : Mature themes (16+), flirtation and teasing, fake identity, light humor and embarrassment, implied suggestive content, playful banter (Loki being a little shit), implied sexuality. Proceed with caution if you're sensitive to such material.

word count : 3.7k

author's notes : Two in a row, I know, I know but I couldn't resist writing about Lady Loki :[ (this is me avoiding having to review my notes for one of my final exams I'm having tomorrow). Also, can you tell I got inspired by Zelda: BOTW for this one?

(ao3 version)

The golden trio had been traveling through the realm of Muspelheim for what felt like an eternity. Their latest trip brought them to the desert kingdom of Asethka, a realm known for its ancient red-looking civilization, where towering red ceramic buildings and gold-laden temples rose from the sands. This place was a hub of cosmic power, where celestial magic ran through the land like the pulse of the universe itself.

The constant glowing of her necklace confirmed the intel relayed by the King of Dwarves had indeed been put on the right track to recover the next chipped piece of Yggdrasil.

But navigating Asethka’s complex, matriarchal society, with its strict customs and powerful priestesses, would prove difficult when the majority of the group consisted of masculinity. It was a place where the native men were sometimes seen as nothing more than pets or slaves, treated with little regard. Given their mission, Loki had suggested a plan that would blend them in with the locals—one that [Y/N] didn’t know about until now.

The village they were in was barely a settlement; more like a refuge in the vast expanse of the desert. In fact, [Y/N] had only just begun to get her bearings when she noticed something peculiar: the people here dressed in flowing garments and were, well, strange. The women wore what she thought looked like intricate Arabian dance outfits, their bellies adorned with coins and jewels that glittered in the flickering torchlight. The men, however, were not quite as free. They were often seen in chains, and many were bound to perform various tasks or serve the high women of the village. The dynamics of this society were strange, oppressive, and more than a little unsettling—but nothing she hadn’t already seen before.

The fly market had been packed with traders and travelers, the air thick with the scent of spices and the hum of whispered deals. Loki had slipped off for a while, disappearing into the crowd. [Y/N] assumed it was because he was hunting for something… or someone. The god was unpredictable, always conspiring on his own if a selfish opportunity arose for him to gain something. Meanwhile, she and Thor went around, gathering intel before getting back to the inn they were staying at and going their separate ways.

[Y/N] was exhausted from their travels. The desert heat had taken its toll, and she found herself yearning for the cool breeze that always seemed so elusive in this strange, foreign land. When the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village, she decided to take a trip to the bar downstairs, choosing to unwind from all the continuous stress and from the bubbling testosterones she was constantly dealing with while trying to adjust to the constant shifts between the odd realms they were traveling to.

The low hum of music greeted her as she entered the tavern, the scent of spices and roasted meats filling the air. After installing herself, she ordered a weird fruit-looking drink to decompress, not caring to get some information as to the origins of the ingredients—not wanting a repeat of the last time when her curiosity took the better of her and her stomach paid the price of it. After getting served, she gave her back to the counter and observed the show going on.

That was when she saw her.

A woman standing out amongst the mass, dressed in shimmering gold and green, intricate patterns painted onto her skin. Her long, midnight-colored hair framed a stunning face and fell like a waterfall around her slender body, shimmering under the moody light like her eyes that glinted with both assurance and intrepidity. Her movements were graceful, almost hypnotic; she moved as though the hot desert wind from the outside itself guided her steps.

[Y/N] paused in her drinking, eyes narrowed and transfixed by the sight— she hadn’t seen anyone like her before, especially in a place like this. She didn’t even seem to belong in the desert village. She wasn’t sure why, but the stranger felt different. Attractive, even. Something about her presence made her pulse quicken.

She was beautiful, commanding, and… looked eerily familiar. She wore a stunning local desert outfit of deep emerald, adorned with intricate gold jewelry all around her body that shimmered under the flickering torchlight.

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow as she watched her approach the bar she was stationed near, eyes narrowing in confusion. Loki? It couldn’t be. She had to be delirious—at this point, she wondered if the constant teasing and lurking of the Asgardian hadn’t messed with her head enough for her to immediately think of him.

She tried to shake the odd feeling in her chest as she continued to watch the stunning woman at the bar. She was just imagining things; there was no way it could be Loki. But the woman’s features—those sharp, calculating eyes, the mischievous glint in her smile—were undeniably familiar, despite how out of place they seemed in this realm. It’s just a coincidence, [Y/N] told herself, even though the more she watched, the more she felt drawn in.

The woman, sensing the attention, turned her head slowly, her lips curling into a knowing smile as her eyes locked onto [Y/N]’s from across the room. There was no mistaking it now—she was watching her, and not just idly. No, she was engaging.

[Y/N] felt her breath catch as their gazes met, an inexplicable pull between them. Her heart rate picked up, and she involuntarily took a sip of her drink, trying to calm herself. Her thoughts were racing, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this encounter than it appeared.

The woman tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable but inviting, before she elegantly sauntered toward her. Each step was a dance of confidence, her emerald-colored dress shimmering in the dim light, the golden accents catching the flicker of the torches around them. The air felt heavier as she approached, and the ambient noise in the bar seemed to fade, leaving only the sharp click of her heels and the rhythmic beating of [Y/N]’s heart.

When the woman finally reached the counter, she didn’t immediately speak. Instead, she leaned casually against the bar, her gaze still fixed on [Y/N], who suddenly found it hard to meet those eyes. She felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading through her face.

“Are you always this transfixed by strangers, or is it just me?” The woman’s voice was soft but carrying, dripping with a seductive sweetness that sent a shiver down [Y/N]’s spine.

She quickly wiped her hands on her pants, pretending not to feel the heat of her cheeks. “I… I wasn’t staring,” she muttered embarrassed, though she knew her attempt to deny it was futile. Her voice came out a little flustered, and she winced internally. She had no idea why this woman made her so self-conscious. Normally, she’d be the one doing the teasing.

The woman smirked, obviously enjoying the flustered effect she had on her. “Oh, but you were,” she purred, taking a seat beside her. “Do not worry, I take pleasure in being admired.”

[Y/N]’s mind scrambled for something to say, something witty to regain control of the conversation. “I wasn’t admiring you,” she shot back quickly, her voice much sharper than she intended. “I was just… well, I was curious.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing grin. “Curious?” She let the word roll off her tongue with a playful lilt. “Curious about what exactly? The woman who can command a room with just her presence?” She gestured vaguely to the rest of the tavern, but there was a glint in her eyes that made [Y/N]’s stomach flutter.

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tension between them building. “I—well, uh—” she stammered, trying to keep her composure. “Maybe… Maybe I was curious about why you seem so different from the rest of the people around here.” She had meant to keep her tone light, but it came out with more weight than she anticipated.

[Y/N] found herself more intrigued by the person she was seemingly flirting with—so much so that her attention was momentarily drawn to a small object subtly attached to her waist. It was an ornate charm, shimmering with a cold that stood out against the harsh heat of the desert—an object she had specifically seen a certain someone carry in the beginning of their journey in this realm. Her eyes lingered on it briefly, unsure why she hadn’t noticed it earlier. It didn’t seem strange to her in this environment, though; after all, the desert was full of oddities, and many travelers used different trinkets or magical artifacts for various reasons.

The woman’s gaze darkened ever so slightly, her lips pressing into a more serious expression for just a second. If she noticed the little stare [Y/N] gave to her trinket, she made no attempt to make it known. But then, as quickly as it appeared, the expression was gone, replaced by a teasing smile. “Ah, I see. A keen observer. You’d be right to notice. I don’t exactly fit in with the rest of these people.”

She was about to ask what she meant when the woman’s fingers lightly brushed against her arm, making her breath catch. “But I do enjoy the attention you’re giving me,” she added, her voice now low and hushed, as though sharing a secret.

[Y/N]’s pulse quickened, the warmth in her chest growing more intense. “I—” She stopped herself, cursing internally. This wasn’t like her. But something about this woman—her mysterious aura, the way she spoke, the way she moved—it was throwing her off balance.

Before [Y/N] could find a way to recover, the woman leaned in closer, her lips brushing against her ear as she whispered, “Tell me, does your curiosity extend to more… personal matters?”

[Y/N] bit her lip, trying to keep her cool, but the chemistry between them was undeniable. “I don’t know,” she began, her voice low, “maybe I was curious if someone like you could hold my attention for longer than a few minutes.”

The woman’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well then,” she answered in the same manner, “perhaps you should test me, and see if I can keep you intrigued for the rest of the night.”

[Y/N] felt a rush of heat flood her chest (and possibly her lower body, as she vaguely noted the gradual damp feeling in her folds), and she tried to steady herself. She wasn’t used to feeling so out of control, but something about this woman—her presence, her teasing smile—was pulling at her in ways she couldn’t explain. She tilted her head, meeting the woman’s gaze, her lips quirking into a mischievous smile. “I have a feeling you could keep me intrigued and entertained,” she shot back, her voice a little bolder than before.

The woman’s lips parted in a small, impressed smile. “Oh? I must admit, I’m intrigued by your confidence,” she said, her eyes narrowing in a way that was both playful and predatory. “Not many women can keep up with me.”

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow. “Well, maybe I like a challenge,” she replied with a daring look, her heart racing, but now with an exhilaration she hadn’t expected. She leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them. “Are you up for one?”

For a moment, the woman seemed to pause, her eyes flashing with mischief. She shifted her position, drawing closer, her voice lowering further. “I’m always up for a challenge,” she purred, her fingers brushing lightly against [Y/N]’s arm. “But are you ready for it?”

She shivered at the touch, suddenly feeling more heat than the desert air could provide. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she wasn’t about to pull away. “I think I am,” she replied, her voice steady, but her heart pounding in her chest as she felt hypnotized by the delectable features of the creature in front of her.

Her breath caught as the woman leaned in just a little closer, her intoxicating scent mingling with the warmth of the air around them. The way she moved was almost predatory, each gesture purposeful and fluid, as though she had every intention of drawing [Y/N] in deeper. Her eyes were dark pools of mystery, reflecting the torchlight with a gleam that made her pulse race. She could feel the space between them shrinking, the magnetic pull between them undeniable. Her chest tightened, her breath shallow, as the woman’s lips curved into a seductive smile, not quite a grin but a promise of something dangerous.

“Do you know, darling,” she murmured, her voice smooth as silk, “I find you far more intriguing than I initially expected.” Her gaze never wavered, and [Y/N] felt her resolve begin to slip.

Wait, what did she just call me?

Before things could escalate further, the door to the tavern swung open, and a familiar voice cut through the tension like a cold blast of air.

“Ah, Loki! There you are!” Thor’s booming voice echoed through the room.

The woman beside her—Loki—chuckled, a soft, amused sound that made [Y/N]’s heart stop for a split second. Loki straightened, looking utterly unbothered by the wide-eyed expression of their company.

[Y/N] froze, looking up in surprise as Thor entered the tavern, his booming voice cutting through the air like a sword. He was grinning widely, walking toward them with a purposeful stride. “Are you ready to help me with this whole… ‘womanly’ thing we’ve got going on?”

[Y/N] blinked, confused. She glanced from Thor to the woman beside her, suddenly realizing something was very wrong. “Wait, what?” she asked, her mind struggling to piece things together.

“Oh, brother, you’re ruining the fun,” Loki said, their voice light and playful. Then, turning back to [Y/N], they added with a smirk, “Don’t worry, darling. we can continue our little conversation later when we’re alone.”

She blinked, her mind racing. “I—What?” She glanced between the woman and Thor, who seemed so casual about the situation, and then back to Loki with realization dawning on her. Her face turned a deep shade of red, and she sputtered, “Loki? That’s—? you—?”

Loki chuckled, their grin only widening. “Yes, yes, I’m afraid you’ve been flirting with me this whole time. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to have a bit of fun with you.” They leaned in closer, their breath warm against her ear as they whispered, “And I must say, you were rather entertaining, darling.”

[Y/N]’s heart raced, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion flooding her as realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Her cheeks burned, and her jaw clenched, her mind struggling to catch up with what had just happened. She shot a glare at Loki, who was grinning like the mischievous devil they were.

“You—” She stammered, her voice high with irritation, “You were pretending to be someone else this whole time?!” She folded her arms over her chest, clearly put off. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Why all the games?”

Loki, still lounging comfortably, looked at [Y/N] with an expression of pure amusement. “What’s the fun in telling you right away, darling?” they teased with a light voice. “Besides, you didn’t seem to mind, did you? You were quite… enthralled, if I may say so.”

[Y/N]’s face flushed a deeper shade of red, her hands fisting at her sides as she huffed in exasperation. “I don’t know what’s worse,” she muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and embarrassment, “The fact that I just flirted with you like a fool, or the fact that you thought it was so funny!” She crossed her arms tightly, pouting now, clearly not happy about the situation.

Loki laughed softly, clearly enjoying the way [Y/N] was flustering. “Oh, come now,” they said with a playful smile, “Don’t look at me like that. You’re so easy to tease, it makes me want to eat you up.”

Before she could protest, Loki’s hands were suddenly on her waist, lifting her effortlessly and placing her on their lap with a soft chuckle. She gasped, her eyes widening as her heart skipped a beat. Her immediate reaction was to try and scramble off, but Loki’s grip was firm, pulling her closer.

Loki’s eyes twinkled mischievously as they tilted their head, their voice low and teasing. “What’s wrong, [Y/N]?” they murmured, trailing a finger lightly down her arm. “You seemed so eager to talk to me earlier… What’s changed now?” They leaned in slightly, their breath warm against her ear, adding a whisper, “I think you like it more than you’re letting on.”

[Y/N]’s heart hammered in her chest, a cocktail of annoyance, embarrassment, and something else entirely swirling in her stomach. She swatted at Loki’s chest, trying to push away, but the god just smirked, dodging her hands with ease.

“Stop it, Loki!” she snapped, trying to wriggle out of their grasp, but Loki only pulled her in tighter, their grin growing more devilish by the second.

“No, I think you’re enjoying this more than you care to admit,” Loki teased, their hands now resting lightly on her thighs, teasing the edges of her clothing. “I could stay here all night, you know.”

[Y/N]’s face was hot with a combination of fury and flustered embarrassment. She didn’t know whether to yell at them or kiss them, her brain struggling to focus with all the emotions swirling inside her. “You are impossible,” she said, her voice strained.

Her patience snapped when Loki leaned in a bit too close, and in a flurry of motion, she got off her lap. “I’m going to my room,” she huffed, her voice firm but her heart still racing.

Loki chuckled and leaned back as she stood up, watching her angrily march toward the door. “Oh, come now, little minx,” they called after her, a smirk still lingering on their lips. “Don’t be too long. You wouldn’t want to leave me lonely, would you?”

She shot him one last heated glare, cheeks burning with a mix of anger and desire, and stormed off toward her room, feeling the weight of Loki’s eyes on her as she walked toward the exit.

Thor, who had been standing by the entrance, finally spoke up, his booming voice cutting through the tension.

“What’s going on here? I thought you two were having a quiet drink?” Thor asked, arching an eyebrow as he looked from [Y/N] to Loki. He noticed the flushed, irritated look on [Y/N]’s face, and his eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red as she pointed an accusatory finger at Loki, her voice cracking with a mix of frustration and disbelief. “This—this is what’s going on!” she snapped, waving her arms around in exasperation. “I just spent the last hour flirting with this—this—person! And it turns out… It turns out this is Loki!” she practically yelled, her hands gesturing dramatically toward the still-smirking figure before her.

Thor’s eyes widened in realization, and a slow grin spread across his face. He raised a hand to stifle his laughter, but it was clear he wasn’t doing a great job.

“Ah,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of experience, “I thought you knew.”

Her confusion deepened, and she turned on Thor, her hands resting on her hips in disbelief. “Knew? Knew what? That this—Loki—was playing tricks on me?” she practically growled. “I had no idea!”

Thor grinned wider, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “Ah, well, you see, this isn’t the first time Loki’s taken a form like this. There’s a rather famous incident you might’ve heard of. You see, back in the day, Loki and I had to… well, disguise ourselves as women to be able to retrieve Mjolnir from the giants.”

[Y/N] blinked, her anger momentarily forgotten as her mind tried to catch up with the information. “What?”

Thor leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a dramatic tone. “Oh yes. The giants had stolen Mjolnir, and the only way we could get it back was by convincing them we were women. Loki, of course, thoroughly enjoyed that particular ruse.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I thought you knew, Aurora. Loki’s… well, not just a god of mischief, but also of many forms.”

She gaped, completely floored. “Wait—wait—you’re telling me this entire time that I’ve been… flirting with Loki in his female form?” She turned on Loki again, her eyes narrowing as she fought to control her emotions. “Ugh, this is way worse!”

Loki leaned back in the chair, their smirk wide as they watched her struggle. “Ah, but you see, that’s what makes it so fun.” They winked, their tone low and playful. “You thought you were flirting with someone else, and now look where you ended up. In my lap, no less.”

[Y/N]’s fists clenched at her sides as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m going to my room. Now.” She shot Loki one last glare, her face still burning with frustration and a strange, uncomfortable attraction that she wasn’t ready to admit.

Thor, still leaning casually against the door, raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. No need to get upset.” He winked at Loki. “But you’ll have to admit, that was a rather clever bit of trickery, Loki.”

[Y/N]’s face turned a deep crimson, her pulse racing with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “You—you—are just as impossible as your brother is!”

[Y/N] threw her hands up in exasperation, turning on her heel and storming out of the tavern, muttering under her breath as Loki’s teasing laughter echoed behind her.

Loki’s voice followed her as she exited. “Don’t stay away too long, darling. You wouldn’t want to miss out on more fun, would you?”

She clenched her teeth but didn’t stop her stride. She needed a moment alone, away from Loki’s relentless teasing, even if her heart was still racing with something she couldn’t quite place.

Thor chuckled, watching her leave. “You know she’ll be back, right?”

Loki’s grin never faded. “Oh, I’m counting on it.” He glanced over at his brother. “It’s part of the fun.”

Thor shook his head, his expression half-amused, half-worried. “You enjoy tormenting her, don’t you?”

Loki’s grin softened into something more teasing, though still mischievous. “It’s hardly torment, brother. She’s got spirit. I like that.”

Thor just sighed, shaking his head again. “One of these days, you’re going to push her too far.” Loki gave his brother an innocent look. “Do you think so? I have complete faith in her resilience.” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

“And besides, it’s far more fun to watch her try to resist.”

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benevolentgodloki · 1 year ago

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Completely normal about how beautiful Loki is in the latest run.

#616 loki #comic loki #lady loki #loki aesthetic #I love her #this is one of the many ways I imagine her I LOVE #Loki 2023 spoilers

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taw-k · 5 months ago

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One thing about Loki is he has really good manners, obviously, he's royalty. He'll attack your planet and curse your bloodline but he'll never put his elbows on the table.

And he can't help but enforce this just a little on other people. It's like a compulsory need. It helps him navigate social situations when everyone's behaving differently and it's over-stimulating him, because his social skills are that of a scared goat when he's not trying to manipulate someone because he's never truly been able to be himself.

If you don't say please and thank you he'll glare at you. If you put your elbows on the table he'll nudge them off and whisper to you like he's your mother. He'll teach you how to bow properly and shake hands or other proper Asgardian etiquette. And if you compliment him on his manners and good behaviour he might just marry you, he LOVES it.

#just imagine a sweet old lady calling him “well behaved” and giving him a homemade cookie #he'd cry #then hed go around to other old folks homes trying to get compliments while dooing work for free #he woulnt be an ass about it and constatly bother other people about their manners #but it makes him happy #he feels like hes in control and he knows whats going to happen #he needs stability in his chaotic life #loki #loki laufeyson #marvel #loki laufeychild #loki laufeydottir #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #headcanon

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annmaximoff18 · 7 months ago

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Y/N: You're not my friend anymore.

Sylvie: I was your friend?

#incorrect marvel quotes #sylvie #loki x reader #marvel mcu #sophia di martino #sylvie loki #imagine loki #loki series #lady loki #headcanon #imagine

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lokischickadee · 1 year ago

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Loki blurb

There is a ball happening in Asgard and you and Loki are going to it. You walk

into Loki’s chambers and see him in his female form, wearing a sparkly green

dress with a snake hair clip. You walk up to her and hug her from behind.

“Hello my love! You look absolutely gorgeous,” you say with love in your voice!

Loki looks at you shyly. “Does this dress make me look fat?”

“No sweetheart! You are the most beautiful woman in the universe.”

Loki smiled and kissed you deeply. “Thank you, my love.”

You hold you hand out to Loki. “Shall we?”

Loki smiles and takes you hand.

#loki imagine #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki god of mischief #loki x reader fluff #loki drabble #loki headcanon #jotun loki x reader #loki #lady loki

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moiravim · 2 years ago

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Rainy Nights

Fem (gender fluid) Loki x GN Reader

Fluff

You worked in a small library in New York. Most of the books were used, but costed one to two dollars, so sales were great. Expecially during summer when everyone had time off to read.

You sit near the cash register, typing on your computer. You were currently writing a short story. Not that anyone would read it, but you had your dreams just like everyone else.

A familiar face walks up and you realize Loki is buying another book. She comes almost every day and you wonder if she actually reads all the books she buys.

"Hey, yn. It's nice seeing you again" she says as she smiles and hands you the book she's buying. "Hey Loki, it's nice to see you too. You know, with how fast you read these books it would be much cheaper to use a library..." You respond to her.

She just smiles at you. "I'd rather just keep the books.. it's nice having them, it's almost like a trophy" you smile and nod understandingly.

Loki is beautiful. You can't deny it. The only problem was that you were too shy to ask for her number or ask her on a date.

She starts to walk out when you stop her by stuttering out; "hey, Loki- um.. I was wondering if you'd want to maybe go on a- go to dinner with me."

She smiles as she turns around and responds "I'd love to. I've been waiting for you to ask me out". She giggles as you stare in shock.

At least it was nice knowing she felt the same as you did. She waves as she turns around and shouts "I'll meet you back here at 7!"

You stare as she walks out the door. You look at the time to see it's 5:30. You plan to close the store at 6 and get ready for the date.

As you get ready you think of where to take her. You probably should've planned this much earlier...

You remember a nice pasta place nearby which recently opened. It was in your price zone and had good reviews.

When she gets there you see her in a stunning black dress and look back down at your cheap (suit/dress).

She smiles at you and says; "I got you something". She hands you a green beaded bracelet and lifts wrist to show how she has a matching one.

You smile back as you put it on and thank her. You hook your arms as you guide her to the restaurant you picked out.

You get a table and sit in the booth across from her. "So... What do you do in your free time?" Loki asks you. "I write. I also enjoy reading... Obviously." You respond akwardly as she chuckles. You smile.

The waiter comes over and you both order. "What about you, what do you like to do? ...Other than reading." You ask her. "I like to paint." She states happily.

The room grows quiet when your food comes and you both start eating. You focus on the music in hopes to avoid the awkwardness. She seems so much more calm.

You wonder if she can tell your anxious. Your question is answered when she puts her hand on yours and asks you; "are you feeling okay?...you seem very nervous."

You nod. "Yes, I'm okay. I just get anxious... I'm sorry." She looks at you sadly. "don't apologize. That's not something you need to apologize for."

You both finish your food and pay. As you open the door you realize it's pouring rain. "Oh no... I'm so sorry-" she cuts you off by giggling and pulling you into the rain.

You take your jacket off and put it over the two of you as you run through the rain. Eventually the jacket was soaking wet and was no longer protecting you from the rain so you took it off, tying it around your waist.

You two stopped at a park, still soaking wet and ran through the beautiful nature trails. You stopped near a fountain and sit on the bench in front of it.

Even though your hair was a mess and her makeup was running down her face, this moment was still perfect. She leaned in and kissed you as you kissed back.

You got back up and the two of you playfully ran around the park before stopping at a small booth in the park.

You went up to the sad, wet man selling ice cream and bought two with a smile on your face. His face lit up as he handed you two ice creams.

The two of you started walking out of the park while eating your now wet and melting ice cream.

Nothing could change this happy moment. By the time you both finished your ice creams you just got back to the bookshop and went next door to your small apartment.

You gave her a towel and a change of dry clothes as you got dressed yourself. You made a bag of popcorn and put blankets on the couch, making it as cozy as possible.

When she got back you let her pick a movie as the two of you cuddled on the couch. "Let's do this again soon.." you say with a grin on your face. "How about Friday? I'll plan it this time." She responds playfully.

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abby118 · 1 year ago

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Loki: You know, if you and Thor'd get married, we'd be in-laws.

Sif: Wow... Thor's just gotten way less tempting.

#loki #sif #thor #incorrect marvel quotes #lady sif #lol can you imagine

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 years ago

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Yandere female Loki

Loki keeps Y/N in an enchantment…

Loki: don’t worry, love. I made it impossible for anyone to find us

She caresses their chin…

Loki: I get to have you forever and ever

Y/N: (dazed) forever…my queen

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #lady loki #loki #loki series #loki x reader #loki imagine #lady loki x reader #lady Loki imagine #eva green #genderbend #Genderbent

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lexiepoch · 2 years ago

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They Find you Having a Nightmare

Word Count: 5902

Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet. Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

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