#loki god of lies

[giltandgreen]

Iron Man: Are we sure this guy wants to be a villain? He's had tears in his eyes every moment we've seen him.

Loki: [visibly teary-eyed] I have not. Thor: It's fine, Man of Iron. My brother has always been crying as far back as I can remember. Iron Man: And no one ever thought that was weird?!?

[anonymousfiction211]

Focus

Warnings: 18+ smut, hand job and clit stimulation with a shower head

Word count: 1.023 words

Summary: Loki helping you relax in a bath after a stressful day.

Focus Stepping into the bathroom the warm steam greeted you. The humid air felt like a comfortable blanket that was draped around your skin. Inhaling deeply, the warm air travelled through your nose to your lungs. Closing your eyes you focused on the feeling. Rolling your shoulders widely back, hoping the muscles in your neck would relax a little bit.

The lavender smell engulfed you completely. It reminded you of the spring when everything was in bloom and you were greeted by sunrays in the morning, instead of the pitch black darkness in the winter. The mornings where you slept in and Loki would already have your coffee waiting for you on the kitchen counter. Silently joining him on the couch, starting your day in a robe doing a crossword puzzle, while he read a book. Somehow shifting so that at least one would lean into the other. Those moments, that scent, it meant happiness to you.

Those two familiar hands rested on your shoulders from behind you. Your hair was pulled sideways, while his lips softly placed one kiss on your neck.

‘You shouldn’t work so hard’ he told you.

‘But I like my work’ you complained. ��Most of the times’ you added.

‘Maybe you should work more from home, that way I can make sure you relax during your break’ he whispered in your ear.

You chuckled at his suggestion. ‘We all know that I would get no work done with your around’

‘But you would be relaxed’ he countered. His hands slowly undid the robe you were wearing to cover yourself up. The robe slid from you shoulders and fell down on the ground. You opened your eyes when two arms wrapped around your middle from behind. You could feel his naked chest against your back. He was taller than you, he laid his chin on your head. You could feel the ends of his hair tickle you a little.

‘Now get your ass in the bath, because there are a lot of other tempting things to do with your right now’ he moved you towards the bath, not letting go of you.

He extended his hand, preventing you from slipping while getting in the bath. You moved a little to make room for him behind you. Two legs on either side, you laid back down with your head on his chest. He let you close your eyes for a few minutes, while you still breathed in the scent of lavender deeply.

He gently pushed your back a little off of him. Giving his hands access to your shoulders and back, working their magic. Loki started to massage every soar spot that kept you up last night, easily making the tension leave your body. After a few minutes, you let your head hang back and started to moan with his movements.

Loki was meanwhile whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You slowly put your hand behind your back and felt his hardened cock. You grabbed it. ‘Darling you don’t have to..’

You started to pump up and down in a leisurely pace. ‘Fuck’ he moaned while pushing his hips upwards, trying to get you to move your hand up and down faster. He started to put more pressure in his massage, his breathing quickened and you could hear him mutter under his breath.

‘I’m not going to last long’ he sighed. A sign for you to quicken your pace a little, making him whine and tell you over and over again how close he was getting. While reaching his high, he stopped massaging you and grunted your name loudly. You could feel his body tense up, before relaxing and slumping against the edge of the tub.

He took a few deep breaths, and pulled you towards his chest. ‘This was supposed to be about you’ he scolded you.

‘Just my way of saying thank you’ you innocently answered. ‘Don’t you like to be thanked like that?’ you added.

‘Hmm, cheeky girl’ he mused. ‘But let me return the favour at least’

His arm snaked around your middle, keeping you in an iron grip against him. With his other hand he had already grabbed the shower head next to the faucet. He put it on and pulled the shower head under water. The sudden water pressure against your clit had you tense up.

‘Loki, I don’t..’ you started, thinking you were too much in your own head to be able to come tonight.

‘Sshh, just trust me and relax. Empty that pretty little head of yours, and only focus on the way the stream feels’ he shushed you.

Closing your eyes, you tried to relax a little. Taking a deep breath you laid back down relaxed in his embrace. He slowly started play with the pressure, but alternating the distance of the stream against your clit. Slowly moving the shower head, making the stream alternate it pressure points on your clit. He had you panting in mere minutes and you felt your orgasm quickly approach you.

‘You are gorgeous right before you come’ he said. You head was back against his shoulder, you were breathing through an open mouth, while your eyes still remained shut.

‘Loki, I-‘ you moaned.

‘Just focus and let it happen’ he said.

The pressure was building, and suddenly you felt a familiar relaxing feeling spreading in your legs. Your whole body just ceased to exist for a second. A feeling of release was spreading through you. Loki kept the shower head on your clit a little while longer, prolonging the feeling of relaxation for as long as he could. Right before it would get too sensitive he pulled the shower head away and turned it off.

‘How are you feeling?’ he asked.

‘Better’ you whispered, still in the daze of your orgasm. You laid in his arms, while he was caressing your skin.

‘Good’ he said.

‘Do you mind if we go to bed, so I can snuggle against your chest some more?’ you felt almost too shy to ask.

‘Anything for you, love’ he said. ‘And the next time you feel stressed, just let me know’

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[storiesfromtherealms]

True magic is the imposition of a narrative upon reality. It is telling a story to the world... and making the world believe it. 

[lokidbadguy]

the thing isn't that odin not told loki his heritage, the problem is that odin keep making asgardian believe that frost giant are monsters, cruel, and uncivilized. he put those mindset on his children, he even listened how thor wants to kill all of them, knowing loki was the frost giant. and that's the first problem started

[donaweasley]

The Situation

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot:

A little foodgasm turns into a long-awaited confession. (Not much of a plot, really. Just some lazy writing.)

Warnings: Fluff, silly writing

Read time: ~9 mins

It was the weekend. As was her routine for weekends, (Y/N) woke up late and dragged her feet into the kitchen to get breakfast. Just as she had expected, everyone else had gone about their business, leaving the kitchen empty for her. Well, almost empty.

She found the God of Mischief gathering ingredients for his tea. Now, Mr. Mischief here had never tasted tea in Asgard but as soon as he “discovered” it, as he loved to put it, no one could step in between him and his favourite beverage. And, as one would expect, he was very particular about it. So, he was usually found preparing his own cup.

“Hey!” (Y/N) greeted Loki with a stifled yawn - one that ultimately wriggled its way out of her sleepy mouth.

“Lady (Y/N),” he gave a brief nod.

Loki loved the quietude of the weekends. Although there was hardly any difference between the days of the week in their profession, the team tried to get a glimpse of a normal life by allowing themselves certain well-deserved liberties whenever possible.

Now, the only other thing that Loki loved other than the calmness and the solitary reign in the kitchen was the quiet presence of (Y/N). There was something about her that he couldn’t really put a finger on but absolutely loved. He liked basking in her presence - that was all he knew, and he was satisfied with that, not wishing for anything more.

In the kitchen, he now observed her as her eyes wandered through the myriad of breakfast options, looking for something that would be delicious but would involve the least work.

Noticing her confusion, Loki offered to make her a cup of tea and a sandwich.

“I’d love that! Thank you!!” She chirped. “Actually, you do not need to go for all the stuffing for the sandwich. Just a spread will do.”

“Are you sure? It will not be a problem.”

“Absolutely! I simply lo…ove this!” She held a jar of Nutella in her hands.

Loki chuckled at her antics.

He was preparing tea, and slicing away the sides of the bread when he heard a moan from behind him.

What was that? Am I… Did I hear what I think I heard?

His eyes went wide, and body went rigid at the sound. Turning very slowly, he found her sitting on the other side of the kitchen counter, with the jar in one hand. The slow manner in which two chocolate-stained fingers were coming out of her mouth were no less than being pornographic. Her eyes were closed and her bottom lip was stained with chocolate.

As the chocolate spread over her tongue, a slight shiver ran through her. Another moan left her sealed lips.

Loki watched unabashedly as she dipped her fingers in the spread, and brought them to her mouth once more, licking them clean. Unaware of the reactions of his body, his own mouth opened slightly as he followed her actions.

The sharp whistle of the kettle brought both of them back to the real world with a jump. They stared at each other, unable to decide the right word or action.

Becoming suddenly aware of his “situation”, he swiftly turned his back towards her, and started fiddling with the slices of bread, his brain cells still trying to remember what he was doing with the food. The primary reason why he refused to meet her eyes was the slight discomfort in his sweatpants. And the way his mind was still reacting to her actions, he was unsure as to when he’d be able to face humanity again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

It almost startled Loki. “Huh? Oh! No, no, it’s okay.”

“No, I am. It was...”

“Uncomfortable, I know, but-”

“Exactly! Everyone shares this jar. I shouldn’t have dipped my fingers in it like that. Shit!”

“What?” He almost turned but stopped himself before he faced her completely, and turned back to attend to the sandwich. And all this time, he thought that she noticed what she had done to him.

“Yeah, you know what? I’ll take this to my room. Will get a new one for the kitchen.”

Saying so, she hopped down from the stool, and moved to the sink to wash her hands.

“Let me help you,” she stood beside him.

Immediately, rather comically, Loki turned towards away from her. She looked at him with furrowed brows, trying to decipher the reason behind his weird behaviour.

“I...uh...You prepare the rest of the sandwich. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He didn’t trust his fate enough to walk to his room, lest he should bump into somebody on the way. Instead he chose to vanish into a green glow, leaving her with furrowed brows and with confused thoughts about what could have been wrong with him.

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She spent all day wondering why Loki had been refusing to meet her eyes or why he refused to train with her and complied only when she pestered him with questions. Or why a hint of red crept up his ears during the training. She blamed the latter on the adrenaline but even then it felt weird to see the flamboyant god act like a newbie at school.

Guess he’s disgusted with my actions. Damn!

It was only in the quiet of the night, in the comforts of her bed, when her exhausted body decided to retire and the subconscious mind decided to bring all her suppressed thoughts to the forefront, that she remembered - with much embarrassment - the vocal expressions of her love for Nutella. It did not need her a second more to comprehend their impression on Loki. Or to realise what impression she might have created on him.

They might have been living under the same roof for over a year but their relationship had not developed more than two not-so-talkative friends. And, yes, she might be having a not-so-little crush on him, which made matters worse for her.

While she screamed into the pillow at her mortifying state, Loki lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how to approach her and apologise for his unintentional “behaviour”.

It was as if the Universe was conspiring against (or maybe for) them, for the next morning, they again found themselves face-to-face in an otherwise empty kitchen.

“Good morning,” Loki nodded in her direction.

“Good morning, Loki,” she replied, calmer than usual.

Both walked around awkwardly, passing things to each other and getting into each other's paths like two people who had caught each other red-handed at the same crime scene but had their reputations to maintain.

“Uhh…”

“I, uh…”

They both stopped.

“Well, I-” Loki resumed, “I think I’ll go first… I am extremely sorry for my behaviour. I should not have… Well, it just happened, and I…” He took a deep breath. “I hope you will be able to forgive me.”

“I’m sorry as well,” she smiled sheepishly. “I did not realise at first but later I understood how… well, obscene… it sounded… But it’s okay. I don’t think you should apologise for behaving awkwardly. I mean, had I been in your place, I would have probably laughed at myself and tried to avoid myself all day.”

Loki was confused. That wasn’t why he apologised. Did that mean she had no idea why he had to teleport to his room? Oh!

This newfound realisation gave him the confidence that had slipped away before her.

“I mean,” she was babbling, “sometimes I get carried away. I’m over-animated most of the time. And sometimes I just… Ugh! That was so embarrassing! I don’t think I’ll ever forget-”

“It was cute.”

“Huh?” The trickster’s words put a sudden halt to her train of words.

“I think it was cute. It was… different. You express yourself in a different way. It is… impressive, I would say.”

“Oh. I- Well… Thank you?”

“Thank you,” he replied, “for trusting me enough to let yourself go in my presence.”

“Of course, I trust you! I trust you with my life!... I mean, we are partners, right?”

The god of lies could see through her masquerade. There was more to it than she was revealing.

“Is it only because we are partners?” His perceiving eyes and signature smirk now cut through her like a dagger.

“Uh… we have been living together- I mean, under the same roof for pretty long now. Of course, I would trust you with everything.”

“Everything?”

“Y-yes. Almost. Why n-not?”

He remained quiet for a while. His probing eyes and silent smile was killing her. She kept on praying that her flustered state may somehow be veiled from the god of mischief. As if the day before wasn’t enough, she was now on the brink of spilling her feelings to him.

Finally, he said, “I am grateful. Thank you!”

Sending him a relieved smile, she was just about to leave the kitchen when Loki asked her to stop.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, “as a token of my gratitude… Since you love this Midgardian dessert so much, I think it is only fair that you have one that reminds you of me every time you have it.”

A jar of Nutella appeared amidst a green glow on his palm. The smile on his lips was genuine but she could very well read the mischief written in his eyes. Her heart was doing somersaults as she took it from him.

What did he even mean? Was it an innuendo? Is he hitting on me? Oh God!! Is he hitting on me? Wait, does he think of me as a slut? Shit!! All those stupid noises! He definitely thinks I’m a slut! No!!

“(Y/N),” Loki’s deep voice pulled her away from her mental debate. “You are a nice woman, a very beautiful, kind and good person. Do not let anybody think of you otherwise. So,” he stepped a couple of steps forward, “never make those beautiful sounds again in front of anybody… unless it is before me.”

He rasped the last few words in her ear, sending shivers through every corner of her body.

“You are safe with me. I will always take care of you. In every way. Only. You.”

Loki looked into her eyes before leaving the kitchen with his cup of tea. (Y/N), on the other hand, leaned against the counter, her neck and ear sizzling from his breath, her body limp from his words.

Any shred of doubt that she had, had evaporated. She had finally realised.

“Oh my god!!”

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The weird thing is, that situation with Nutella is an absolutely real incident that (ahem) I had created. It was during the lockdown, I was enjoying the delicious made-in-heaven spread in EXACTLY the same way as described, only to realise (around 10 mins later) that I was leaning against an open window. And there are other apartments close by.

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[harlequin-hangout]

For a Mortal Chapter 2

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist

< Part 1 | Part 3 >

Pairing: Dom!Loki x f!Reader

Warnings: Self esteem problems, self deprecation, ⚠️abuse (past, not from Loki)⚠️, minor breaking and entering

Contains: Angst, maybe a little fluff, brain not processing the literal god, descriptions of sensual fluffiness

Word Count: 2.2k

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A/N: Chapter 2!! This was inspired by this ask by @michelleleewise​. This is my first attempt at writing any kind of fan fiction, so please be kind. Thank you so much to @vbecker10 and @soubi001 for all the help with this chapter!! I'm so sorry that it took so long, inspiration hasn't been showing its face for this series.

You groan, hearing the all-too-familiar 10 am alarm blaring next to you. Why you had never turned off that damned alarm, you’d never know. It’s not like you had anything to do that day, but it wasn’t good for your mental health to stay in bed. Turning off the alarm, you stare at the ceiling. Did last night really happen? It couldn’t have . . . right? Magic, gods, teleportation . . . it couldn’t exist in real life. That was ridiculous. . . wasn’t it? You haul yourself out of bed, gingerly pressing the bathroom door open. Everything was just as you’d left it. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and a combination of makeup and sanitary products littered the counter. Notably though, where you remembered placing a pine scented green candle last night was only a few drops of green wax. You stare at the empty counter space, ignoring your phone when it starts to ring. How was it gone?? Did Loki take it back? How were you supposed to contact him again? You sigh and rub your eyes, already wanting to crawl back into your bed. Last night was definitely too good to be true. Your phone began to ring again, Caller ID showing your friend Sobhana – Soubi for short – on the screen.

“Mmmh . . . Morning . . .” you groan.

“Hey! Someone sounds like she had a long night,” Soubi teased.

“Something like that . . . Either that or I’m losing my mind. What’s up?”

“Val and I were gonna grab something to eat at that Thai place you like. Wanna come?”

“Thank you so much for thinking of me, Soubi, but I don’t have money to eat out. I’d love to see you guys though, would you want to come hang out later today?” You heard Soubi laugh a little on the other end of the line.

“Don’t use your customer service apology on me. Did I ask if you had money? I got you, we’ll meet you there at 11:30. Sound good?” Soubi stated, leaving no room for arguments. “You can repay me by filling me in on all the work drama. I swear, that boss of yours gets dumber every time you tell me about him.” You burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. Every time you talked to Darren Albright, the stories got more and more unbelievable.

“Deal, and this weekend I’ll make you and Val some of that baked mac and cheese. We can have movie night at my place.”

“Movies sound great! I’ll always brie up for them, even if you pick the ones that are pasta-tively cheesy.” You could practically hear Soubi’s grin as you groan at her awful puns. She had more puns ready for any situation than anyone you’d ever met, and you absolutely adored her for it. Plus, two can play at that game.

“I better get ready, or I’m Ghouda be late.” You poke back at her, only lasting a couple moments before dissolving into giggles. “Yeah, no, that was bad. Yours was so much better! I’ll see you at 11?”

“You’ll get on my level one day, see you then!” Soubi hung up with a click, and you were left to search your closet for something clean to wear.

You hadn't said much since you’d arrived at the restaurant. If Val and Soubi noticed, they hadn’t said anything so far. You mumbled your thanks as the waiter set the plate down in front of you, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh.

“Y/N, you’re really quiet. That isn’t like you, what’s going on?” Val spoke up from across the table, concern in her eyes.

“It’s just . . .” You take another deep breath. “So, I might be going crazy. I had this . . . this dream, I guess? I dunno. I wouldn’t really call it a dream, it was so vivid, I could have sworn it was a memory, but I’m not sure what else to think.”

“Well, what’s going on?” Soubi inquires from your left. “If there’s something weird going on, you can always tell us.”

“Okay . . . Well it started after Darren called me last night.” You spent the next  thirty minutes filling your friends in on the previous evening’s crazy adventure. From the candle to the shower, to the almost – almost – platonic domination. “He didn’t even push for sex! Like I said, it’s like he could watch my memories . . . he knew exactly what I liked, but also what to avoid in order to make sure I was comfortable.”

“Wait, after all of that you didn’t fuck him??” Val almost screamed, and you had to fight back a giggle when she realized that people were looking. 

“No! We talked for a while, there was some gentle hair pulling while we made out, but he didn’t try anything unless he asked first or I initiated. I’m sure it would have been amazing if we had, though . . . I wonder what it would be like to fuck a guy who knows exactly what I want.”

“Sounds like an in-depth knowledge of sin and temptation are in your future and this god person is there to give a self guided tour.” Soubi’s comment almost made you blow soda out of your nose, and you take a few minutes to stop yourself from choking. Val was the first to regain control of her laughter.

“Soubi’s got a point though,” Val stated, wiping a tear from her eye. “He sounds too amazing to have been anything other than an imagination.” 

“See, that’s what I thought at first, but there’s these little green droplets of wax where the candle used to be.”

“Used to be?” Val raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. That’s really weird.”

“I mean, that’s physical evidence. That definitely means SOMETHING was there.” Soubi’s eyebrows creased. She wasn’t ready to say it yet, but she was definitely getting worried. “Do you have any makeup that could have left it? You accidentally melted that lipstick while trying to fix a break in it a while back.”

“You have a point, but I’m absolutely certain. I don’t own any makeup that color, and it was the exact same green with the same pine scent lingering. I have absolutely no idea what else it could be. I think I may be going crazy . . .” Your gaze drops to the table. You really didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other explanation. Some kind of psychotic break was the only logical explanation.

“Crazy, nothing, I’m worried that someone has been in your apartment.” Soubi muttered under her breath. “If someone was in your place, that’s really dangerous. They could have laced your food with stuff, or even the candle somehow. A hallucination would explain the god man appearing in your bathroom.” You glance at Val out of the side of your eye.

“I mean . . . It’s totally possible, but we still love you. I think you’re fine though honestly, you’ve been going through a lot lately, especially with your crappy job. I’m sure your mind is just looking for a way to deal with it while you're sleeping. Maybe get some extra locks though?” You smile softly, grateful to have friends with your best interest at heart.

“Yeah, extra locks seem like an amazing idea. But speaking of my crappy job . . . I believe I promised Soubi an update. Darren called me yesterday to tell me that I haven’t been doing anything for the company.”

“What??” Soubi hissed. “Didn’t you build an entirely new backend to make intake smoother?”

“Yup.”

“And you do all the upkeep on it, right?”

“All by myself, I don’t know if he even knows how it works.” A wicked smile creeps across Val’s face.

“You should quit. It isn’t like he’s paying you anyway. Just quit and wait for him to come crawling back to you when he realizes how much you actually do.”

“As satisfying as that could be, he’s an Albright, he might make sure that I never work in the film industry again, and I’ve worked way too hard to get here.”

“Do you really think he’d do that?” Val inquired.

“Well . . . no, not really, but I also think that if I walk, I’m never getting my job back. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, and if I step out of Darren’s company on terms like this, then I can’t use him as a reference. I’ll be back to square one . . .”

“Hey, look at me?” Soubi asks. “ You won’t be starting from square one. You’ll be starting from experience. I’ve seen you grow so much over the past year and a half, especially after you finally cut off contact with your ex. We’re going to support you no matter what.” You beam, taking a deep breath and feeling a moment of peace for the first time in the last couple months. Your life had become so hectic, but Val and Soubi had remained your constant. As long as you have your friends, you can get through whatever this curveball turns out to be. 

Your laptop dings with the fifth email from Albright.  Even though he accused you of not doing anything, you still seemed to be getting a lot put on your plate. You look over the new client application, grabbing your mug of hot chocolate from your side table. The application was for a new marketing client, and they were only asking for a basic social media consultation and re-do of their old logo. You sip your mug as you spend the next few hours going over the company site and social media, compiling a list of suggestions and replying to Darren’s email with your recommendations. By midnight, you had sorted through all the new clients and organized materials for the current client, plus re-worked part of your backend system to make finding client information easier. You stand, making your way to the kitchen. After depositing your empty mug in the sink, you grab a cup of water to take with you to bed. Today has been hard, but you won’t let it get the better of you.

The next two days passed without anything of note happening. Your days are mostly spent messaging the group chat with Soubi and Val (Soubi has nicknamed it My Taste in Buds a while back) and job applications. You needed income from somewhere, and Darren wasn’t cutting it. Coffee shops, restaurants, and even some retail stores had been checked off the list, but it was Saturday and you weren’t likely to hear anything  back on the weekends. You close your laptop and head to the bathroom. A hot, steamy shower sounds like the most amazing thing right now.

The water pours over your skin and the steam fills your lungs. You’d finished washing ages ago, but it was nice to take a moment to breathe. In here, nothing could bother you. Not Darren, not bills, not unanswered job applications. You could stay in your little bubble and pretend for just one moment that everything was okay. You’d been able to sit with the events of your dream, and process. Val was right, this was probably your brain rationalizing. The human brain is such an amazing thing, it never stops working. It probably took spots of stuff on your counter and the amount of smut that you read and turned it into a coping mechanism while you slept. You had to admit, it had been nice. His slender fingers sliding through your hair. The gentle way he spoke. His voice had been both masculine and ethereal. Both commanding and comforting. The way he had spoken to you after he pulled you away from your shower . . . The softness wasn’t something you were used to. You barely knew the man – god, if he was to be believed – but he was more considerate of your wants and your needs than anyone you’d ever dated. Hell, most of the people who called you a friend didn’t seem to care. Outside of Val and Soubi, it seemed that most people kept you around because of things they thought that you could do for them. It made perfect sense that your brain would supply a tall, dark, and elegant man with a voice as smooth as velvet to help meet the needs in your life that were left unfulfilled. You spend a few more moments reminiscing on the dream, focusing on how his hands felt on your skin as his lips brushed yours, waiting for you to close the last breath of space between the two of you instead of just taking what he wanted. He was too good to be true, and almost definitely couldn’t exist outside of a dream. You toweled off, wrapping that towel around yourself before reaching to grab another for your hair. You pause, sniffing the towel. Something didn’t smell right . . . It wasn’t the towels, and it wasn’t the clothes you had piled on the floor . . . You grabbed the knife that you kept in your bedside table for protection and quietly made your way towards the living room and the front door. As you stepped out of the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks. You recognized the scent, but what was it? You take stock of your apartment. Everything seems to be in place, the door is locked, the windows are closed . . . What could that smell be? Then it hits you. It’s leather. Leather and sandalwood. And sitting on the side table next to your laptop is a familiar green pine tree  scented candle.

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[yetanotherhiddlestoner]

Loki watched as the youngest Stark took to the dance floor. Thor had dragged him to this god-awful event that Tony had put on. The only person that Loki could put up with was you. You treated him like a normal person and not the most wanted criminal that he was. He had, over time, grown a fondness for you. Thor filled your glass up when you asked, you felt on top of the world. Thor whispered something in your ear and you looked up at him.  “Are you serious?” You whispered back, the blonde god just nodded. He walked back to his brother and tried to talk to him, but you noticed Loki’s only focus was on you. Loki watched you dance with Natasha, Clint and Thor, who proved Loki was right about his brother, he was a terrible dancer, two left feet. Your laughter was like music to his ears. Loki’s eyes locked with yours as you made you way over to him.  “May I have this dance Loki?” You held out your hand to him. “It is I who should be asking you that. but alas I have no reason to reject such a kind offer” His hand slid into yours, you noticed the chill.  Leading him to the dance floor, you smile as you navigated yourselves away from the prying eyes of Tony.  “What are you doing?” Loki asks curiously.  You smile, feeling the effects of the drinks you had not long-ago kick in. You felt brave enough to take this chance.  “I want us to have some privacy” You shrug your shoulders, finally making it to the darkest corner of the room, the music still playing loud but here you didn’t feel the need to yell over it. “Are you drunk Y/N?” Loki asks looking at you, you shake your head. “A little tipsy but fully in control of what I am about to do” You didn’t give Loki a chance to ask what that meant before your hand snaked around his head bringing his lips to meet yours. You waited for him to pull away, to protest but instead you were greeted with his arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you closer. Loki growled as he deepens the kiss.  When you both finally pulled apart, you were breathless.  “I have been wanting to do that for so long Y/N” Loki says breaking the silence.  “Not as long as I have.” “Shall we continue this somewhere more private?” Loki asks, you smile and nod, within a blink you and Loki are in his chambers. ACROSS THE ROOM. Thor chuckles with Natasha as they watch you and Loki leave. Leaving behind a small green puff of smoke. “I win” Thor says gruffly, holding out his hand, Natasha slides a 50 dollar note into his open palm. “Don’t think Tony is going to like this.” She speaks. “Ah my brother is a good man. He will treat her well. Loki has had a crush on her for a while, I just had to give her a little push to get her to make the first move. If it wasn’t her, then he would have never done anything.” “What drink did you give Y.N? I have never seen her so brave when it comes to being drunk?” He reveals a small flask, “Only the best Asgardian liquor. 

[giltandgreen]

Iron Man: What's wrong with him? Was he dropped on his head a lot as a baby?

Loki: Bold of you to assume I was ever held.

[anonymousfiction211]

Birthday

Summary: Loki didn't have a birthday present for you. Or did he?

Word count: 2.497 words

Warnings: Loki is a little bit of a dick at first, sex (18+), a little biting and hair pulling

Birthday The team was all gathered in the living room. You had poured coffee and put out cake. They had brought you some presents, new gadgets you wanted for your electronic devices, new craft supplies, or some jewellery. When everyone had gifted you their present, all eyes turned to Loki.

‘You don’t have anything?’ Steve asked.

‘No, should I have?’ Loki replied.

‘Well, it is tradition to give someone a gift on their birthday’

‘After the first 50, you kind of done with birthdays’ Loki said.

‘It is a tradition here on Midgard, I did tell you about it last month’ Thor chimed in.

‘Just let it go guys, I didn’t expect anything from him anyway’ you replied. Wanted to be done with this conversation.

‘Why wouldn’t you expect anything from me?’ Loki asked offended.

‘Pff, why would I? You are here for almost a year, do everything not to be a part of this team, so no. Like you could come up with anything I would want’

Loki shot up from the couch. He straightened his jacket, he stared blankly at you. ‘Fine, I’ll get you a gift. But be careful what you wish for’ he said way too calm for your liking. He walked away without saying anything.

The whole team now turned their eyes towards you. ‘What did you do?’ ‘You know what happens when you piss him off’ they started.

‘Yeah, yeah, after my clothes disappearing, the green hair, the cats to trigger an allergic reaction to the salt and sugar being switched.. I know. But he is so arrogant and self-centred all the time, I couldn’t help it. It just slipped out’

‘Relax, it’s not like he would actually do anything on your birthday’ Thor said.

Everyone looked at Thor. He just looked silently around the room. ‘I’m like 99% sure’ he said.

‘Didn’t you tell me he once gifted you a snake that bit you, which turned out to be himself later?’ Tony replied.

‘80% then’ Thor said.

‘And what about your birthday where he got you to get yourself lost in a maze?’ Nat asked.

‘55% then, still more than half’

‘Didn’t he once replace all the cakes at your birthday with vegetable that looked like cake?’ Steve asked.

‘I-, if I were you (Y/N), I might stay in my room tonight and avoid him’ Thor finally said.

You just shrugged it off. You would see what Loki would do when it happened. It was annoying, but the stuff he pulled was harmless. The rest of the afternoon you spend with the team.

Everyone had dinner together, but Loki never appeared. Thor when in search for him, but he couldn’t fine him anywhere. You were becoming a little nervous but tried not to let it show.

The rest of the evening, your nerves grew higher and higher. The fact that Loki was nowhere to be seen, didn’t meant anything good for you. When it was time to go to bed, you tried to reassure yourself. If he still hadn’t pulled anything today, maybe Thor was right .Maybe he would understand that he shouldn’t mess with you on your birthday. But if felt like you were lying to yourself.

You sneaked into the hallway, but there was no sign of him. You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. And tiptoed through the hallway, around the corner, to your own room. You opened the door and closed it behind you.

Safe.

Or so you thought.

The second you had closed the door behind you. It was gone. ‘Shit’ you said.

‘Didn’t the Captain teach you to not to swear?’ you heard his menacing voice in your ear. You looked back, but there was just a wall. You stepped into the middle of your room, looking for a door or other way out. But the room around you started to spin. You felt yourself move, but you couldn’t tell you if you were. You were starting to lose your balance and stumbled backwords. Two hand grabbed your hips from behind, your back hit something hard.

‘Answer the question’ you felt two lips brush your earlobe.

Startled, you jumped away from the hands and turned around. Loki was standing with an amused smile on his face. He took a step towards you, making you take a step back.

‘What’s wrong, darling?’ he innocently asked.

‘It’s my birthday! You can’t do something to me on my birthday!’ you frantically answered. Normally his pranks were on a distance, that fact that he was up close didn’t mean anything good.

Loki just looked at the clock behind him. ‘It five minutes past your birthday, according to my clock’ he grinned.

You took another step back, not trusting what he had planned. Your legs hit something, you looked back to see an enormous bed behind you. Judging by the green colour, you knew it was his. You looked around and realized that you were in his room. It was obvious, though you had never been there. There was a desk with some scattered papers, a bookcase next to it, a sofa and a comfy seat placed next to a small coffee table, and there was a giant tv on the wall.

‘I’ve never been in your room’ you said.

‘Stating obvious facts, I see’ Loki replied.

‘Has anyone ever been in your room?’ you asked.

‘Do you like it?’ he asked.

You turned to face him, trying not to show you were a little startled that he had moved closer towards you, without you noticing.

‘Since when do you care what I think?’ you asked suspiciously.

‘Well, since you are going to be spending a lot of time here. I thought I would be nice’ he answered. ‘And no, nobody’s been here. Except for Thor’

‘Keeping me hostage in your room…. I think they will be able to find my location quite quickly’

One of his eyebrows quirked up. ‘I’m not keeping you hostage. If you want to leave, leave’  he stepped sideways and gestured to the door. You eyed the door and then Loki. You weren’t quite sure what he tried to pull. But curiosity got the better of you.

‘Why bring me here, and why not invite me like a normal person?’

‘Like you said, I owe you a present. I got you a present, and it is far more fun to teleport you here than to ask you’ he smirked.

‘No snake or vegetable cake I hope?’

He chuckled ‘No, you are going to enjoy this one. You can trust me on that’ he took another step closer towards you. This might have been the closest you have ever been. You could smell his forest cologne, for two seconds you closed your eyes and breathed it in. You looked him straight into his eyes, trying to hide your nerves and the effect his scent had on you.

‘All right, what did you get me?’ you asked.

‘Sit down’ he said.

‘Loki’ you warningly said.

‘Sit down’ he repeated himself. For a moment you contemplating on leaving, but let’s be honest, you didn’t want to leave.

You slowly sat down on his bed behind you. Not letting him out of your sight. He just looked smugly down at you and stepped closer to be right in front of you. You tried to ignore the bulge that was kind of in your face and leaned back a little bit on your arms.

‘What did you meant by what you said? That I’m going to spend a lot of time here, if I can leave any time I want?’ you asked, realizing he never explained himself.

‘Close your eyes’ he said.

You stared defiantly at him, but after a few seconds did as he asked. You felt his presence getting closer, the bed dipped a little lower, his curls trickled the side of your face and you felt two soft lips touch yours. Without a thought you moved your lips with his. He pulled back way to quickly, you opened your eyes.

´I thought I will finally give you what you truly desire’ he said.

‘And what is it that I truly desire?’ you asked intrigued.

‘Didn’t you think I knew? O darling’ he chuckled. ‘I have known for a while now. I see how you try not to stare while I train, when I just returned from the shower, or how your eyes almost pop out in the summer while I’m wearing nothing but trunks. And I have to say it’s just pathetic that you haven’t made your move once’

‘Y- You knew?’ you thought you were being smooth, but apparently it was quite obvious to him.

‘Did you thought you were being smooth?’ he patronizingly asked.

You were overthinking every event where he might have seen you staring at him. And you realized that you might not have been so smooth as you thought.

‘So, for your birthday. I give you me’ he looked smugly down at you. ‘I know it is the best present you have ever been given, but if you don’t want it, you can leave, and I’ll get you a necklace or something like that tomorrow’

You didn’t make a move, because now that he had kissed you, you needed, no you craved more.

‘Can I continue with your gift, now?’ he asked.

‘Yes’ you agreed.

‘Good’  his lips were back on yours again. He slipped his tongue in your mouth between his open mouth kisses. You were already panting and gasping for air, and realized he had only just begun.

His lips trailed towards your neck and without any warning you felt his teeth sink into your flesh. You hissed from the sudden pain, but the way he licked your skin afterwards made all the pain disappear. He had a way of balancing the line between pain and pleasure. It took him only a few seconds to find you weak spot, and you began to think that his nickname silver tongue, didn’t come from his way with words.

He sat upright, his legs on either side of your hips. A knife was conjured out of thin air. ‘If I were you, I would lay very still’

The tip of the blad was placed at your throat. He slowly but carefully dragged the tip of the knife across your throat to your chest. You were focussing hard on keeping your breathing even, so the knife wouldn’t cut your skin. The knife slid right through the top of you t-shirt and the middle piece of your bra was next to go. In one smooth motion he sliced through you entire t-shirt, making your breasts pop out of their containment.

Like an animal in heat his lips found your left nipple and he started to suck hard. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin. You arched your back, trying to escape the sudden pleasure, but it was no use. His hand snaked behind your back and he kept you in this position until he was satisfied by how hard you were panting and moaning.

His trailed his kissing upwards, until his lips reached your earlobe. ‘Now, normally I would tie you to the bed and make you beg until you have no more voice to even whisper your desperate prayers to me’

‘But since it’s your birthday and this is your gift, I’m going easy on you’

With a snap of his finger none of you were wearing any clothes anymore. Startled by your sudden vulnerability, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Loki grabbed your wrists and put them beside your head.

‘Don’t ever do that for me again’ he tried to warningly reassure you.

He kissed you softly this time and looked you in your eyes ‘I have been craving you since the moment I met you. Now that I have you, you’re mine and to me you are perfection, darling’

You felt one of his hands at your hip, sliding towards your thigh.

‘Tell me I can continue’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Loki, please, you’re killing me here’  you pleaded, hoping he would give you what you have craved all these months.

His hand moved towards your centre. He slowly trailed downwards and put a finger between your fold. Going upwards he found your clit and you whined out loud. Finally, you would get to know for real what his fingers could do to you.

He slowly started to circle you clit, while he kept his gaze on you. He registered every expression and every movement you mad. Calculating what to do to give you the most pleasure. A sum he had solved in merely a few minutes.

‘Sing for me, darling’ he hummed in your ear, while you could feel the high pressure let go in your release.

He kissed you, while you were still coming down from your high and felt his fingers slowing down their pace. With his hand he grabbed your hair and pulled it hardly, making you hiss. The tip of his cock made it way through your folds. He guided himself inside of you with his other hand, and slowly went as far as you could let him.

Full, was a word that got a whole new definition for you.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

‘Oh God, you feel amazing’ you ignore the smirk that showed on his face.

‘That’s right, pray to your God’ he moaned while he started to pump up and down inside of you.

He began slow but quickly picked up the pace. You met his pace with your hips, making his cock drag just against the right spot. He kept going, and you lost all track of time. Finally when he increased his pace, he triggered your orgasm hat milked him for all he got.

Completely spent, you were catching your breath. Loki did the same. When both of you were breathing normally, he slowly made his way out of you. With a snap the mess was gone and you smelled the fresh bedlinens on the bed you lay.

Loki laid down next to you, putting a hand around your waist. While he hummed in approval. You turned around in his arms, so your face was towards his chest. ‘You can’t say this wasn’t the best present you have gotten today’ he said teasingly.

‘You really are full of yourself aren’t you?’

‘I thought it was you who is going to be full of me’ he smirked.

‘Well, at least this was a good surprise, instead of all the bad ones you did’ you answered.

‘Really?’ he asked.

´Well, yeah. I finally get to lay in your arms’ you snuggled closer against his chest.

He just laughed a little. ‘While that is more than true. You do realize I’m your problem now? Don’t you?’

‘O god’ you murmured.

‘Happy birthday, darling. Just know that there here is only one God that can help you now’ he whispered in your ear.

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[storiesfromtherealms]

❝ This universe prefers old patterns, old cycles. It would prefer me in an old shape. These files — these stories — have a gravity that pulls at me. That would crush me back into what I no longer am. Away with them, then. I did terrible things to be Loki — things that haunt me, crimes that cannot be forgiven — but I am Loki. And more than that — I am myself. ❞

[starlord-the-endless]

"The world kept pushing me away. My family kept pushing me away. Forcing me into this box, into donning a mask of who they wanted to be. And I really became nothing more than the god of lies. For that was what I was forced to be, by what the world made of me."

Loki Odinson stated, his green eyes dull from the metaphysical chains wrapped around his chest.

An introspective point of view by myself (Jaytheen)

Don't get lost~

[rosemilo]

✨️Stunning✨️

[starlord-the-endless]

Beautiful

Here’s some postcards and prints that I’ll be listing on my ko-fi

The Sylvie one is the exact postcard that would have come with the loungefly bag sold by get ready comics in the UK. A small stack of them were sent to me along with the bag so now I’m going to offer the postcards to you.

[bluberryfields]

Turns out watching tall, lanky supernatural entities dramatically open up suit jackets is my kink

[lelsiemeyers]

sorry i think about these pages so often.

[giltandgreen]

--- Second poster is Sleipnir possibly