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muddyorbsblr · 9 months ago

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gestures & rain checks

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pre-story author's note: Yes I am very aware that it's been a solid month since Valentine's Day. Yes I am still posting this 🫡

Summary: It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning/s: language (nope still not sorry, Rogers); mentions of alcohol; tooth-rotting fluff; gun use [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Morgan being a precious beb; himbo!Thor hours; lowkey sad Reader hours; chaotic group chat vibes in the end

You always had a distaste for this day. Valentine's Day. To you, it was the one day a year that you would do everything in your power not to step outside because it reeked of flowers and chocolate marked up to the heavens for merchants to take advantage of last minute gift shoppers hoping to make a gesture big enough that their crush would let them score at the end of the night. Or guys buying extravagant and ridiculously large arrangements to make amends for wronging their partner as if a 10-foot tall teddy bear was gonna magically press some Undo button of him going on Hinge or Tinder and talking up a dozen other girls on the side.

There was one year that you let slip around Nat and Wanda that this day "smelled like a cemetery" with all the bouquets that bombarded you the second you exited the perimeter of the Compound. Hell, the second you left the main section that housed you and the rest of the Avengers. And you stood by that opinion stubbornly, mostly because you'd only ever witnessed flowers being given when someone was desperately trying to glue back together the pieces of a severely damaged relationship.

And also because no one had ever given you flowers in your entire life. Or chocolates. Or a teddy bear. All your past relationships were with men who were still mentally and emotionally boys that believed emojis and gifs sufficed and were as good as the real thing. Nary a single soul had ever actually spent a lick of time or effort to give you something that told you they deserved your time and effort in turn.

And after so many years of being barely an afterthought, the day just felt like this entity that you resented to an irrational degree, where all you wanted was to lay in bed and wait it out until the clock struck 12 and it was February 15th. Then you could go on a hunt for all the overpriced chocolate that suddenly got their prices slashed by 50% or more.

That was the plan again for this year, had it not been for both Nat and Wanda barging in to your apartment and practically dressing you up like you were their own life-sized definitely seen some better days Barbie doll. "Come on, we can go and have a Galentine's Day 2. Maybe hit up a club and get some free drinks…" the assassin trailed off, zipping up your dress and playfully swatting your ass to nudge you forward. "March on, soldier."

The common area was nearly bare and eerily quiet when you all got there, which made perfect sense considering that most of your teammates who were happily committed to someone were off spending their day together, probably executing their own personal twists on those cliched gestures of adoration. Knowing Tony, that would probably consist of a two-storey tall stuffed bunny or a lavish new vacation house as a nice private little getaway spot for him and Pepper when they wanted to have a date night.

Only Morgan and Shaun were at the big dining table by the kitchen, the little girl working on bracelets with the martial artist nursing a cup of coffee while he handed her beads to add to her work. "Whaddup, Ten Rings…Baby Stark," you greeted them, ruffling his hair and pressing a kiss to the top of your goddaughter's head. "What're you two up to this fine completely ordinary day?"

"Oof, I take it you're gonna be spending the day watching a bunch of couples be all extra lovey dovey just like me?" You threw him a look, squinting your eyes at him that had him throwing his hands in the air in surrender. "No need to mentally squish my head, Y/N, we're on the same side, I swear," he chuckled, scooting over to the other seat so you could sit next to Morgan. "How about this, karaoke later tonight? Just us and anyone else that doesn't have a date with dinner and co--" You swatted his arm to get him to stop talking, not so subtly signaling in the little girl's direction. "I mean…adult balloons?"

"Wait how come you have special balloons?" Morgan asked, looking up from her activity book and earning barely stifled chortles from both Nat and Wanda. "Why can't I play with them? I like balloons."

You leaned back in your seat, making a motion with your hands as if you were wiping them clean of the whole conversation. "I'm not helping you out of this one, buddy."

He scratched the back of his head, obviously backed into the corner with his own words. "Eeeeeh…put a pin in that and ask me again when you can order a beer, Baby Stark."

The child pouted at both of you, slumping down in her place at the table and slipping back on her princess pink headphones before focusing all her attention on her activity book again, grumbling something about how grownups shouldn't have conversations around her if they didn't want her to ask questions. Valid enough point, but you still weren't going to be the one to give her her first lesson in Sex Ed class a good decade ahead of time.

"Anyways…" Shaun poked at your side, calling your attention back to him. "Karaoke, ladies? We can pick up Katy and Wong before we head over and sing some Disney duets and gorging ourselves on shots and nachos--"

"Hold up, Wong?" You all turned your attention to Stephen, who'd just walked in to the common area. "This I gotta see. You guys have room for one more?"

"Sure thing, as long as you use your sling ring to help us get into Tony's private stash," you quipped, taking a sip of your coffee. "There's no way I'm getting through this day stone-cold sober."

"Or we could go for the really hard stuff and break into Thor's stash of mead from Asgard before he depletes his supply." He showcased the ring in question with a wiggle of his fingers. "Just a portal away."

"I like the way you think, Strange."

"You can all cease your scheming to pilfer my liquor, my friends," Thor's voice boomed into the area, a bounce in his step as he made his way to the coffee pot. "I would happily supply you all with two barrels if that would be enough for your gathering?"

"That's perfect, Thunder. Thanks." You started to tuck into the breakfast plate served by the Compound kitchen staff, mumbling your next question to the blond god. "What've you got planned with Jane for today?"

"Ah." A wide grin stretched across his face at the mention of his girlfriend, the sight both warming your heart and pinching it at the same time. A bittersweet reminder that in the midst of romantic plans with sentimental or grand gestures, your plans involved getting shit-faced with your fellow single friends. Plus Wanda and probably Vision. "Well, I have employed the aid of Wilson to order an ornate bouquet of Jane's favorite flowers which should arrive this morning. Then for lunch I shall prepare her a meal."

"Lunch?" Wanda questioned, tilting her head to the side. "Forgive me if I overstep, my friend, but aren't the romantic plans usually made for dinner?"

"Well, yes…but Jane has graciously agreed to adjusting our schedule for this day so that I may spend the time after lunch aiding my brother in a gesture of his own." A lump formed in your throat at the words. "It seems he wishes to get into the spirit of the holiday, and I am simply ecstatic that he came to me asking for a helping hand."

"I asked nothing of you, you over-muscled oaf," you heard the raven-haired god call out from the main entrance, two large packages hovering a few inches above the ground blanketed with a glow of green from his magic. "You volunteered when you imposed yourself in my space and hovered over my phone."

"Pfft, semantics," Thor waved off, already making his way over to Loki so that he could do some more apparently unnecessary volunteer work. "Are the flowers in one of your parcels?"

"I like flowers!" Morgan chirped from her seat, bouncing in place with bright excited eyes. "Prince Loki, can I help? Please?"

He let out an exaggerated sigh, a trace of a fond, amused smile betraying his facade. "Very well, little Stark. Come along."

Your goddaughter squealed, skipping over to Thor and placing her tiny hand in his. "Uncle Barbie, tell me who his princess is?" He leaned down to whisper the answer in her ear, making her sprint in place with even more excitement. "I promise I won't say a word."

"Barbie? Like your doll, little Lady Stark?" You could practically see the wheels turning in Loki's head from learning about the nickname.

Morgan nodded her head vigorously. "Auntie Y/N came up with it. She calls him Macho Barbie." She proceeded to talk about how you came to give the blond Asgardian the nickname that bizarrely stuck to him more than "Point Break" ever did, said god looking like he already dreaded the coming days -- maybe even years -- now that his brother knew that little tidbit of information.

Once they'd all made their way up the stairs and you could no longer hear the little girl's chipper tone, realization sat heavy in your heart from her reaction to whatever Thor whispered to her just a few seconds ago. Whoever it was that Loki was going to make this grand gesture for, it was someone that Morgan knew enough to the point that she couldn't contain her excitement finding out who the woman was.

It was someone in SHIELD. Maybe even someone in the Compound.

"You good, Babes?" Nat's tone was cautious, approaching you like you were a wounded animal, teeth bared and ready to pounce if she so much as breathed wrong.

You answered with a terse nod of your head. "There is absolutely no fucking way I'm getting through today sober."

"Y/N, dude, I'm sor--"

Bang

"What the fuck?" All eyes grew wide at the sound, your body stiffening as another shot rang out, reverberating throughout the common area. "FRIDAY? Threat assessment," you called out, already readying yourself for combat once whoever was outside made their way to you in the compound.

"No threats have been detected," the AI answered simply. "There seems to be no living target for the gunman."

You could only manage to repeat your words. "What the fuck?" Shot after shot rang out, an interval of three to five seconds between them. Each deafening bang making you flinch, your head spinning with possible explanations on why FRIDAY didn't deem the supposed attacker as a threat. "Where's the target then?"

"Shots are being fired at the training area, by the track field, Agent Y/L/N." You all started to make your way to the area, everyone still on high alert despite FRIDAY's findings.

"Y/N?!" You shared a look with everyone else in the room at the sound of Loki's voice calling out for you, the god looking frantic as he appeared at the top of the main staircase, a sigh of relief escaping him once he saw you standing at the bottom. "You're alright," he exhaled, hurriedly making his way down. The quickening pace of the gunshots had him squaring his shoulders, stepping in front of you and marching toward the sound.

"We've handled way worse than gunfire, Laufeyson, you don't have to lead the defense," you told him with a touch more bite to your tone than you intended, irrational jealousy coursing through you knowing what he was preparing for before he started charging down the stairs. You sidestepped him and started walking toward the training area, brows furrowing together when you saw that from where you stood, the marks from the bullets digging into the ground where forming some sort of shape.

"It's a message…" Wanda mused, angling her head to and fro to see if she could get the whole picture from the ground. "I'm going up, I wanna see what's worth risking Pepper's wrath with all the lawn work she has to commission now." She held her hand out to you, wordlessly offering to take you up with her, an offer that you gladly took, clapping your hand over hers, both of you giggling as your feet lifted off the ground.

Once you two had risen high enough, it was clear what the message was. The shots had been positioned so that the markings would take on the shape of a heart, and the ongoing shots were creating initials. "N…" you read along, barely able to contain your excitement when you saw that the next letter was an R. "Natasha Romanoff!" you yelled out, the assassin's eyes lighting up with a mix of giddiness and curiosity as she tried to look at where the gunshots could've been coming from.

You did your best to turn your head, trying to see who was behind the gesture, kicking your feet in the air once you saw the gunman. "What? Who is it, Y/N?"

"It's Barnes," you squeaked, giving Rogers a reckless wave when you caught sight of him jogging toward all of you with a megaphone in hand.

"Natasha Romanoff," Bucky's voice boomed through the speaker system, making the usually cool and collected former Russian spy put a hand over her mouth to hide the way she was steadily turning pink from how flustered she was. "I know I have a long way to go to make up for how we first met, but I think you're swell and I'd like to try starting it off with maybe dinner tonight?" Both you and Wanda squealed and held each other tight mid-air watching her nod her answer, running over to her once your feet touched the ground again.

"You two won't be pissed if I take a rain check for tonight, will you?" she cautioned, still a wistful tone in her voice from processing what was happening.

"Absolutely not, you go enjoy your date. More drinks to go around and all that," you told her with the biggest smile. "But tomorrow night we're all staying at my place and you're giving us a full report."

"And remember to wear the red lacy underwear," Wanda teased with a comical wiggle of her eyebrows, earning her a poke to the ribs from both of you.

Nat pulled away from the two of you, walking back toward the indoor gym with Steve walking alongside her, starting to talk about how his best friend had been trying to work up the nerve to ask her out since he got sworn in to the team nearly a year ago. From the sound of the conversation, it seemed that Rogers was divulging some information that Barnes probably swore him to secrecy not so long ago.

"And then there were seven," Shaun spoke up, walking toward you and the sorceress and clapping a hand on each of your shoulders. "Thor came through and left the barrels in the kitchen for us."

You were about to start talking about the food arrangements when the sight of Wanda's husband flying toward you all with a bouquet of camellias and hydrangeas in his hand. "Wanda, my love, I owe you my deepest apologies."

"Whatever for, Vis?" She broke away from you and Shaun to greet the synthezoid, placing her hands on his upper arms as he pulled her in for a chaste kiss.

"It did not occur to me that you might have wanted to make plans for today until Mr Stark had gone into detail of his own itinerary today for his wife," he explained, handing her the bouquet. "Unfortunately I cannot procure a reservation for us tonight, but I still wish to do something for you. Would you allow me the honor of making you a meal and perhaps watching a movie in the private theater?"

You and Shaun gripped each other's hands like you were high schoolers watching their best friend get asked out on their first big date, shaking and pushing each other over the sweetness of the gesture. "I don't need fancy restaurants or pretty flowers, Vis. Getting to spend time with you, especially after everything that's happened to us, is more than enough. I just need you."

The Sokovian turned back to face you and Shaun, a touch of guilt in her expression. "Rain check? I'll bring extra snacks tomorrow night to make up for it?"

"Don't worry about it, Babes," you reassured her, both you and the martial artist waving off her worries. "Enjoy your evening."

The couple have you a curt nod and a smile before happily flying away hand in hand back to their apartment.

"And then there were five," you and Shaun said in unison, walking back to the common area to load up those barrels that Thor left for tonight's 'festivities'. When you got to the kitchen area, Morgan was adorably sitting atop one of the barrels in question, feet happily swinging in the air with a big smile on her face.

"Off the goods, little Stark, we're not risking you getting drunk your dad's gonna kill us," Shaun said in a panic, already lifting the little girl up and off the barrel and making her squeal and giggle as she giddily exclaimed "I'm flying!".

"If you really think that she can get drunk from osmosis, we have a lot to talk about, sweet little summer child," you joked, walking up to one barrel and starting to push it toward the garage. "Think you can use that ancient mystical ring magic for makeshift wheels so we don't bust out our lungs lugging this all the way to your truck?"

"I can assist you, darling." Your skin bristled at the sound of Loki's voice, taking every ounce of strength you had to not stiffen or recoil at his use of the word. He was only saying it out of habit. Probably a remnant of his upbringing as a prince on Asgard.

He didn't mean it the way you wanted -- more than anything -- for him to mean it.

"No need, Laufeyson, I've got it from here," Strange butted in, conjuring an energy shield with his magic that he slid under the barrels, starting to wheel them toward the garage. "Carry on. Oh and friendly advice, man to god? Your future girlfriend, you know, the one you're making this big gesture for? She might not appreciate you calling other women 'darling', so I highly recommend kicking the habit while it's still early. Avoiding future battles and all."

The god sucked his teeth, the action causing his jaw to clench and sending your thoughts someplace they had no business being. You had no business thinking about another woman's man that way, no matter how hot he was.

"I will remember that. Thank you, Strange," he said softly, making his way back up the stairs.

"Thanks for the save," you muttered, opening the door to the garage for the sorcerer to guide the barrels through. "Don't think I could've gotten away with being on Bitch Mode with him a second time today. Not like I can help it, though. Some lucky Midgardian bitch is gonna be his by the end of the night."

"Pretty sure you're the only woman I know that considers being Laufeyson's girlfriend a good thing."

"Yeah, Y/N, like I know he's on our side and everything but most days he still has me on edge. Like passing him on a bad day's gonna get me a stab in the ribs, not a death glare like normal people," Shaun concurred, nudging your shoulder to hopefully stop your lamenting before you got in too deep. Again.

"I'm really down bad, huh," you sighed, letting out a little yip when a portal to the dark dimension appeared just a few feet in front of you. "The fuck--"

"Hey Strange," a reverberating ethereal voice called out from the portal, and then a tall woman with platinum hair with beauty that you could only describe as 'dark celestial' stepped out. Her eyes trained on the sorcerer next to you. "Heard that today's something of a holiday in this dimension. Figured it might be a good idea to stop by and maybe you could show me around your uh…" She turned to you and Shaun, both your jaws slack on the ground. "What's this place called again?"

"Avengers Compound?" Shaun said at the same time that you blurted out, "New York?"

"Compound York?" She raised an eyebrow at the two of you, amusement coloring her face as she gave you both a once over.

"Eherm…no," you answered her, chuckling nervously and shifting your weight between your feet. "This structure here is Avengers Compound, which is in Upstate New York. New York is a city, but also a region…and a state…?" you drifted off, already feeling a pinch in your head from trying to explain the best you could. You looked over to Shaun. "The more I try finding the words to explain, the more I realize how complicated it actually is. Save me."

Stephen stepped forward. "How about I just take you on a tour around New York, then?" His face stretched out into a wide grin, clearly unable to hide his giddiness over the knowledge that she crossed dimensions to be with him today.

"Is that…New York the city, the region, or the state?"

"The city. New York, New York. There's a whole song about it and everything I can play it for you in the car." He proceeded to drape his arm around the dark sorceress, leading her to his car further down the expansive garage.

"Your little human friend is right, things here are complicated. Downright confusing." She looked back at you and Shaun again as they walked away, hand in hand. "It was nice meeting you both! Stephen speaks highly of you all," she called out, her majestic voice echoing throughout the area.

"You're really pretty!" you blurted out in response, causing her voice to melt into a chuckle, telling her partner how she found you 'adorable'. You threw your head back and groaned toward the ceiling. "I'm a fucking dork."

"At least you're an adorable dork," Shaun shot back, nudging your shoulder and lightly touching the back of your head to get you facing forward again. His phone chimed with a text notification. "Katy. Her shift's over, she said she'll get us a room for eight. I'm texting her now to get a smaller one." He held up his hand, palm facing you. "And then there were four?"

You sighed, clapping your hand against his, your friend giving you a reassuring squeeze once you did. "And then there were four." You jerked your head toward the apartments. "I'll just go change into something that involves 'eating pants' and I'll meet you down here in ten."

The walk back up to your apartment wasn't that long, but it still felt like it with how quickly you slipped back into your lamenting over how your friends had such an eventful day today. Nat had her very public grand gesture. Wanda had her husband trying to cook human food in the name of spending time with her. Strange had his girlfriend literally rip a hole between dimensions to get here.

"And all I have waiting for me are two barrels of mead and karaoke microphones," you muttered, walking through your front door and begrudgingly unzipping your dress from the back. You were just about to half-stomp your way to your closet when something on your bed caught your eye.

Three shiny roses lined with gold, tied together with a gold ribbon at the foot of the bed. A large heart-shaped box of chocolates at the center. And a little teddy bear dressed as a bee with red antennas that had hearts at the end, at its fluffy little feet was an embroidered message. "Bee mine".

"What theeeee fu--"

"Y/N," an all too familiar voice called out from behind you. The air left your lungs at the sight of Loki in a form-fitting forest green button-down tucked into onyx black slacks, tucking his hair behind his ears before smoothing his hands over his shirt. "You're early--"

"What're you doing--Was this you?" you babbled, gesturing at the gifts on your bed. For a second, your heart beat erratically, the thought that maybe this was for you, before reality and logic sunk in. "Okay I think I know what's happening…"

"You do?"

"Yeah, you got the wrong apartment. Gimme a minute to change and I can help you move all this over to--"

The rest of your words died in a little squeak at the back of your throat, the god closing the distance between you two with a few long strides, framing your face in his hands and placing a tender fleeting kiss to your lips.

"Those tokens of my affection are exactly where they belong, little mortal," he murmured against you, tracing up the bridge of your nose with his lips until he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "As am I."

You let out a shaky breath, fighting against the urge to melt in the god's embrace as he snaked his hands around your waist. "The gesture your brother mentioned this morning…this?" He proceeded to press kisses down the side of your face, his warm exhale as he whispered 'yes' into your skin making you light-headed. "This is for me?" you gasped out, whatever was remaining of your logical brain smacking the rest of you with how stupid a question that was.

"Who else would it be for, darling?" He pressed a kiss to your jaw, tightening his arms around you and pressing your body against his. "There is no other in this or any other Realm that could have captured my heart so completely." He kissed the corner of your jaw, making his way down the side of your neck, holding you tighter to keep you up when your knees finally buckled from the sensation. "I did this for you, because I wish to ask something of you. That you become mine as much as I am yours."

"M-Mine?" you stammered. "Y-You're mine?" Since when? How come you didn't get this particular memo? Could've saved you a lot of turmoil and nights spent alone staring up at the ceiling trying and failing to hypnotize yourself out of being into him.

He kissed the tip of your nose, resting his forehead against yours. "I have always been yours, darling."

Your hands traveled up the length of his arms, like you were grounding yourself and trying to tell yourself that this was real. He was really here and he was telling you the words you wanted more than anything to hear for who even knew how long at this point.

He's here, you thought to yourself. And he's mine.

There was only one word that you could muster up in that moment. "Yes." I've always been yours, too.

Karaoke Dreamin' on Such a Winter's Day group chat

myfirstnameisagent: Don't kill me but…rain check?

busboy10: Are you kidding me, Y/N?? You said you'd be down in 5 minutes tops and we're gonna meet up with Katy.

nromanoff: Sweet, now you're gonna have a story to tell tomorrow night, too.

myfirstnameisagent: Actually about that…rain check on tomorrow night, too? I'm kinda not there right now…

busboy10: There?? What do you mean "There"?? How'd you get out the Compound without me seeing you? Or whoever the hot date you're ditching me for is?

imjustwong: Where is everybody? We ordered nachos.

myfirstnameisagent: Yeah…I'm not in the Compound…or in New York…any of the "New York"s. Might not be for the next week. Maybe more. The three of you better not drink all the mead in one go.

busboy10: ??????

thevision: Agent Y/L/N, my wife is showing many signs of distress over her inability to contact you. Your phone seems to be going straight to voicemail.

thewanda: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU I HEARD A BANG FROM YOUR APARTMENT ARE YOU OKAY??

myfirstnameisagent: Babes, I'm fine. That was just the Bifrost.

thewanda: EXCUSE ME??

nromanoff: BABES WHAT--

pointbreakbarbie: My friends, I heard the Bifrost be summoned near Lady Y/N's abode. Is there an emergency? Must I make my way to Asgard to assist?

myfirstnameisagent: Thor your brother said if he finds you here I have permission to stab you, don't even fucking think about it.

thewanda: I REPEAT. EXCUSE ME???

busboy10: Y/N are you in Asgard?? With Loki??

myfirstnameisagent: Yes. And yes. See you in two weeks.

thewanda: He better use that healing magic on your legs so you don't walk funny.

A/N: It took me a whole month to write this because real life was trying TKO me in the work department and also I got sucked in to the worlds of Hello Kitty Island Adventure, Disney Dreamlight Valley, and Delicious World and I've been too weak to even attempt time management 🤣

I'm working on stuff tho I swear it 🫡 Horny bitches cuts are in progress, stories are in progress…lots of progress 😅😅

Also for reference, this was the lil stuffed bear that Loki gave Reader:

and the roses looked like this:

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year ago

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 30 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 31

Summary : You and Loki try to balance your work, love lives and the stubborn jealousy that you feel regarding the female attention he's getting. But you're not the only one who's jealous in this relationship.

Warning: 18+, there's sex, Long chapter, almost 6k words, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), A dose of angst, mention of stalking, Reader has deeply rooted insecurities, but she's also Pms'ing, mention of psychological torture, mention of physical and sexual assault, mention of menstruation, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki, Dalia, Loki showing signs of being a little subby baby

You were watching Loki get prepped for the press conference that was scheduled for few minutes later, they had straightened his hair, put makeup on him as if he needed it and he was dressed in an posh looking branded suit you didn't care to learn the name of, though you should have, your job was to take care of him in every way. Personally and professionally.

Sexually even, you shouldn't have been thinking about him bending you over the dresser and taking you but he had been such a tease all day long, everytime you two were alone he pulled you in his arms and kissed you so tenderly as he held your cheeks that moments after the kiss was over and other people had rushed into the room you found yourself dazed and confused.

It's been more than two weeks since you had gotten here, and a week since you started to work for him as his assistant. To say that your mother was livid would be a huge understatement, she was angry when you told her that you had a job offer in NYC but she went ballistic when you told her that Loki from Asgard, the guy who terrorized earth was going to be your boss, in her mind he was a criminal and she didn't understand how did you even approach them for the job.

She sent you plenty of videos as a warning of women who had fallen in love with criminals and ruined their lives. He wasn't no killer or a murderer though, he was a man overdriven by betrayal and lies at first and then he was tortured for so long, contrary to what your mother believed he was no psychopath, he felt guilt and remorse, he felt empathy for those who had gotten hurt because of his misdeeds, and he was utterly crazily, obsessively in love with you.

He was also having terrifying dreams of Thanos and he feared that they were not just dreams but a warning for him, he had tried to make these Avengers take him seriously but Tony was the only one who really believed in him, he had seen the impending darkness and the horror when he reached the other side of the portal.

"This is obstructive, loosen it up please" he mumbled as he pulled on his tie but his stylist swatted his hand away and asked him to not mess with it. A woman around your age was doing his makeup and she seemed to touch his face more than she needed to, you didn't blame her, you would have done the same thing but these things often sent you in a bit of a frenzy, you always felt afraid of some other woman catching his eyes.

"Did you memorize your speech?" Dalia asked as soon as she barged in the room,

"What speech?" He joked and she gave him a deathly glare, if she thought Tony was hard to manage, Loki was her living nightmare.

"Okay in ten minutes, we will go out so everyone leave the room and let him relax…chop chop guys" she clapped her hands so everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and hurried out of the room, you got up from your chair as well but then you heard your name

"Y/n?" He called out your name and Dalia turned around as well to look at you,

"Yes sir" you turned to him but his eyes were on Dalia.

"You can leave, I just need to run my speech one more time and require a fresh set of ears" he said to Dalia and she nodded before she walked out and closed the door behind her.

As soon as she was gone he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, you had a pretty formal red dress on and as much as he despised the color he couldn't deny that you looked amazing in everything you wore.

"Don't think I'll get used to you addressing me like that" you chuckled as he mumbled softly before his lips latched onto your neck, you closed your eyes and moaned slightly as he moved up and pressed a kiss on your earlobe

"Are you nervous sir?" You enunciated the term more sensually and he groaned in response but you could tell he was a bit nervous about the conference.

"I despise it that i have to do this all over again"

"I know baby" you spoke softly as you loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button and then fixed the tie back on its place, he didn't need the death grip on his neck.

"Well atleast i have my princess here this time" you smiled as he said that, your arms flung around his shoulders and you pecked on his lips softly.

"You'll do great baby..i believe in you"

"Mmmm thank you..I'd need some assistance after the event" he mumbled in your ears while his hands lowered down from your back to your hips, he gave your cheeks a good squeeze and you couldn't help but moan in response, you were just praying that nobody else will barge in.

"Mmm careful I don't want to wrinkle your clothes"

"You say that as if it's something that can not be fixed by a bit of magic"

"You're so naughty..maybe i should put you in your place after this"

"Norns darling – you have no idea what it does to me" he placed your hand over the bulge on his pants so you gave him a slight stroke. In the last few days you two have been exploring a lot, especially since he showed you his jotun side he had been overly clingy which didn't bother you in the slightest, he didn't transform into his natural form since that night but he had come close often, you knew he was trying hard to allow his other side, his natural side to come out whenever he was around you but it wasn't easy for him at all and you wanted to be patient with him.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him as lovingly as you could before you pulled away from him.

"Okayyy that is it, you have to go out there in a minute…do your magicky thing" you said to him as you fixed his tie one more time and then his erection was gone.

Once you both entered the auditorium you bumped into Thor so he gave you a smile.

"Soooo how did it go?" You asked him and the blush on his face was enough to give you the answer you anticipated but you still enjoyed teasing him.

"Thank you lady y/n for the motivation and for assuring me that I would be forgiven, she will visit in a week, I'd love for you two to meet" you smiled as he said that. You missed Jane and you were excited to meet her as well.

Everything was going according to the plan, but when it was turn for his speech Loki ripped the paper containing the speech he had in front of him and then he proceeded to speak from his heart, he didn't shy away as he talked about the the harm he had caused to the people of Midgard but he incessantly vowed to redeem himself and begged for their apology. He was doing everything he could to fix it and you just wanted people to give him a chance like they did last time even though he had no fake partner to parade around with this time.

"Did you fucking know about this?" Dalia asked you so you immediately denied, you absolutely despised her being your employer and would have quit if it wasn't for Loki, but you had no other choice. Even though she was pulling her hair out with nervousness his heartfelt speech was received positively and according to a poll conducted by CNN forty percent of population was already compelled to believe him.

"You could have gone with the original speech" Dalia said to him as you, Loki and her walked back to the dressing room.

"The original speech was pretentious and diplomatic, I don't intend to lie or make fool of those people again "

"Again?" She questioned him but he didn't answer, she sent you off with his stylist to arrange for the party that was scheduled to happen a few days later and as soon as you were out of sight she turned to him.

"Is she working well or can we hire someone more productive.. maybe someone who knows what they are doing" she said to him, clearly annoyed and the tone of her voice made him upset but he couldn't have said much.

"She's doing her best, she listens to me and she knows what I need, and she doesn't start salivating as soon as I'm in her surrounding unlike those other ladies you would have chosen for me"

He said to her sternly and she groaned before she left.

He wasn't able to see you all day long though he had planned to do so, it was getting more and more difficult to spend time with you but he managed somehow, he made sure he got you for himself atleast for a few hours a day, everyday.

A few days later Dalia had organised a party, a social meet and greet for him, several journalists and social media personalities were to come at this party and he was already exhausted. When he reached the lounge his eyes scanned for you and he found you talking to Bucky. You had a silver cocktail dress on and he was always intimidated by the attention this James was giving you, he has been alive for thousands of years and he always had an inkling when a man such as him had eyes for a women like you.

As you looked at him you said something to Bucky before you walked towards him.

"Hello handsome you look good" he looked deadly, the black blazer and white tee combo was killer, he smiled as he looked at you up and down, the dress was sinful and he had to get you alone sooner or later.

"You look beautiful princess"

"Shhhhh" you gave him the eyes as he called you by the pet name.

"Is there anything you need sir?" You asked him so he nodded.

"Dance with me" he grabbed your hand and your eyes widened but before you could say anything he dragged you in the middle of the floor and you both began to slow dance. You did like the song, always made you smile

I knew when we collided

You're the one I had decided who's one of my kind

"Everyone is staring at us lo" you said as you looked around.

"Let them stare, we are just dancing" There weren't any strangers at the party just yet so he wasn't that worried.

"Ahhh that…that reminds me of us.. remember?" Pepper said to Tony as she looked at you both so he smiled, grabbed her hand and took her to the dance floor, soon Bruce and Natasha joined as well, you often wondered if something was going on between them.

As the people started to fill the lounge Loki got busier with taking pictures with strangers he didn't even know, according to Dalia the more social media presence he would have the less threatening he would seem.

You got a drink and found a couch in the farthest corner of the lounge. Never ever in your wildest dreams you thought that your life would change so drastically, well okay maybe you did think of such wild scenarios in your wildest dreams but truth was you were not made for this type of lifestyle, it was just just too much interaction with too many people you didn't know.

As anxiety began to build up you put your drink down and walked towards the balcony to get some fresh air, you haven't been out of this tower since you got here, Dalia needed you to start right away and you didn't even have the chance to go back to your apartment to get your stuff, as much as you enjoyed being here with the love of your life you did miss the quiet and peace you felt in the privacy of your apartment at the end of the day. This was a perfect lesson for you to learn that grass was always greener on the other side.

"Hey there" you smiled as you spotted Bucky leaning against the railing, he was a bit unstable at times, he had do intensive therapy and even attacked his therapist a few days ago so he was on constant watch.

"Shouldn't you be inside assisting the manchild in there?" you frowned as he said that.

"He's not a manchild, in fact he's doing so well considering he never had to lift a finger of his own to get something in his life" he chuckled as you defended him.

"How are you doing here? I find this place more insufferable than a freaking prison" he said as he sipped on his drink.

"Well it can be daunting at times but we should count on our blessings don't you think?" He smiled at the comment.

"You are naive aren't you?"

You were anything but naive, he had no idea what you and Loki had suffered through to be with each other.

Loki had found you talking to Bucky again and he hated it, for some reason he didn't trust the guy, there's nothing James had done to him to warrant that sort of mistrust but he just felt innately jealous of him because he knew he had his eyes on you.

He called you on the phone, he had one now thankfully and he saw that you picked it up instantly.

"Yes sir, you need me?" You asked him in a formal voice you had adapted for this job so he smiled.

"I need you all the time princess, turn around" you turned around and gave him a smile as you spotted him.

"I'll be right there" you made your way inside again but before you could reach him he was taken away by two women who wanted to click pictures with him, he looked like a headless chicken between them, one of them had her arm around his waist, the other one was tall enough to wrap her hands around his neck as if he was her long lost friend.

"God you smell so good, what cologne do you use?" one of the girls asked him seductively but instead of responding he just excused himself and walked towards you.

"What good that will do for your image?" You questioned him, you had a fake smile on your face

"I have no clue, i have chosen to not question Dalia's methods anymore"

"Fair enough, so what did you need?" He noticed the annoyance in your tone and his brows furrowed.

"I'm sensing an attitude here, what did I do?"

"I'm just doing my job sir" he bit on his cheek and you sighed, the sudden mood swing made you realise that you must be pms'ing again.

"Sorry, I'm just overwhelmed and all these women around you–"

"Well it's not as if you don't talk to other men darling " you opened your mouth to say something but he walked out of the conversation, your eyes teared up at the gesture and before this would escalate you decided to just leave the party and calm down.

It's been nine months since you had known him, it was longer than any guy had tolerated you to be honest, your insecurities and constant mood swings that resulted from it was enough to drive them away from you eventually.

As soon as Loki saw you leaving he felt horrible, you had made several sacrifices for him and he needed to control his jealousy so he could treat you better, perhaps he should just tell you that he didn't like it when you spent time with James.

You had insecurities regarding him, you had been betrayed and cheated on and you may have moved on from those people but the scar they left behind never really healed, you feared he'd do the same to you even though he had no intentions of ever putting you through such pain, he'd die before he touched another woman in this lifetime.

As soon as the opportunity occurred he got himself out of the party but before he could go talk to you he was called to leave for an urgent mission, the whole team was leaving to track down this notorious ring of arms dealer and he had to prepare for the mission so he called you instead but you didn't pick up at all. Half an hour later you called him back so he picked it up,

"Yes sir, you needed me?" You asked him so he sighed deeply.

"Can I speak with my girlfriend miss y/n?" You didn't say anything for a good few seconds, you didn't want to fight with him, of course not, but you just felt cranky but you didn't want to take it out on him

"Look I'm sorry–"

"Darling I'm leaving for a mission, I will return tomorrow" he said abruptly,

"Wait..what?"

"Something about some arms dealers, I don't have the full information –"

"Where are you? I need to see you lo"

"I'm already heading towards the quinjet, I was calling you, where were you?"

"You could have just come and see me"

"I didn't have that much time to spare –"

"Yeah okay, it's all my fault– just be safe and come back to me okay?" You said hurriedly but he didn't have the time to console you at the moment.

"We are going to discuss this tomorrow alright? I love you" he barely whispered the love confession, someone must have been around him and you understood that.

"I love you" your eyes welled up as he hung up. Why did you have to be this way and sabotage things when they were going just fine?

You couldn't sleep all night just thinking of all the horrible things that could happen to him on this mission and how your last conversation with him wasn't really loving on your part, you never ever wanted him to leave this way ever again. You sent him a text or two but he didn't respond and that made you feel worse.

When you woke up the next morning you quickly got ready and called Loki but his cell phone was unreachable, so you called Thor and his phone was unreachable too, when you enquired you learned that they haven't returned yet but you had no reason to believe that they were in any sort of danger.

You couldn't eat or even breathe properly for that matter, you just wanted him to come back, you were going to go sulk in your room when Dalia called you in her office on the 17th floor,

"Can I come in?" You knocked on her door and as soon as you entered she started to yell at you,

"Did you know about this?" She turned her laptop towards you and you read the headline that was making her so angry

"The new Avenger is sleeping his way around town"

"Wait what? Is this about Loki?" You asked her so she glared at you.

"Who else? Did he have sex with this girl that came to the party ? Laura?"

"That's not possible, he was there most of the night and then he left for the mission" you read the content of the article and apparently that girl had posted the photo on Facebook claiming that she got lucky with him last night and it had gone viral almost immediately.

"Then what the fuck is this y/n?"

"Well it seems baseless to me, what is the source of the article? I mean anyone can say anything and these people will just publish it without any legit facts or proof"

"It doesn't matter whether this is fake or not, people are going to gossip and it's bad publicity for a man like him"

"Yeah but it's not his fault, maybe if he wasn't forced to click millions of pictures with these social media celebrities, nothing like this would have happened" she glared at you as you said that.

"Are you doubting the way I work y/n? You know how long it has been since I have been working in this field? Don't get overconfident here alright? You're lucky that for some reason he don't want me to get rid of you"

"Trust me Dalia I'm not the fortunate one here" you walked out of her office as you dropped the mic on her, but more so because you didn't want her to fire you on the spot, you didn't really enjoy having such confrontations.

You bumped into Pepper Potts in the elevator so you gave her a polite genuine smile.

"Something wrong?" She asked you as she looked at your sullen face,

"No it's just my boss.."

"Loki?" Well yeah him too but you weren't upset with him, you just wanted him to come back so you can hug him, spoil him and then give him a piece of your mind.

"No…I mean i work for Dalia basically so she's my boss"

"Ahhh I see, been there, she's not easy to please is she?'" you looked at her as she said that, usually all the women around here intimidated you because they seemed so strong and independent, so powerful and fierce but most of them were easy to talk to,

"Well she's kind of a — she's just..."

"A bitch I Know" your eyes widened as she said that "I have been here for years now, i started as as an assistant too, she made my life living hell at times but Tony helped me through it, I'm sure she's just pissed history is repeating itself" you smiled as she said that. Your history with Loki wasn't same as her and Tony but you could see how she made a connection, for them you came here a few weeks ago and miraculously landed this job.

"Noo me and Loki…we are not–"

"Oh come on it's pretty transparent, there is a chemistry, everyone can see it" you looked at her shocked as she said that,

"Everyone can?"

"Well most of us can"

"Well it won't really be wise to start something with my boss anyways soo.." her floor arrived so she smiled before she stepped out but she turned to look at you before she walked away.

"That's what I said"

A few hours later they had returned, the news of Avengers successfully tracking down the biggest chain of arms dealers in NYC was all over the news.

Loki saw plenty of messages as soon as his phone was in serviceable reach so he responded quickly to ease some of those insecurities of yours, you must have spent a restless night, he had no relief either,

He didn't want to leave when things were tensed between you two and when you clearly needed him but he had no other choice, he couldn't have opted out of going for this mission, he was merely a glorified prisoner for now.

A few moments later he was in your room, freshly showered but bruised as well, he had several marks on his face but some had started to heal already.

"If you ever leave me again without seeing me I will not speak with you for days and that is not a baseless threat" you glared at him so he smiled and walked towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist and he bent down so he could place his head right in the middle of your chest. You placed your nose on his head to take a whiff of his hair, you had horrible thoughts all night long, you just wanted him to come back safely to you.

"I'm sorry my darling" he traced his lips upwards and kissed the exposed skin of your neck, you just had a tank top on with a pair of booty shorts, you knew what you were doing dressing up this way "I was jealous too last night, i don't enjoy seeing you have a conversation with that man Barnes, you're not the only one feeling that way" he whispered in your ear so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

"Do you want me to ignore him?" His mouth curved into a smile at the offer, he should have taken it but that would be unfair to you.

"No.. that would be selfish and controlling of me, I don't want to be that man, I want to be better sweetheart, you make me want to be better for you, you deserve that and more, you deserve everything I can offer you"

He picked you up immediately and laid you down on the bed underneath him, your fingers traced over the bruises on his face and he moaned in response, he always seemed so pretty, so graceful whenever he was being touched so tenderly, he was so powerful but during such moments he always allowed you to be the one to protect him from every horrible thing out there, he needed you to coddle him as if he was barely a damsel in distress in the need of saving.

"You don't feel annoyed and bothered by my constant cribbing?" He chuckled as you said that but he could sense the hurt in the way you said those words to him, he fully intended to rid you of all those insecurities.

"I do feel bothered by them, but not for the reasons you might assume, I'm bothered that you are so tormented by such thoughts when I'm not there by your side but you need to remember how far we have come, I'll remind you over and over again that i belong to you and solely you and I'll do it for all of our eternities, but when I'm not here you need to remind yourself that you're the womanI almost annihilated the multiverse for, do you remember that?" You nodded as he questioned you softly, his voice was a sweet whisper in your ears as if he was trying to engrave his words in your subconscious mind, his thumb caressed over your cheekbone gently,

"I'd never ever hurt you in a way that would break the trust you have in me, i would never corrupt or taint the sanctity of this pure relationship we have here, you hear me sweet sweet girl do you not?" He cooed again

"I hear you lo..I'm so sorry so sorry" you mumbled and he latched his lips onto yours,

"Shhhh I don't need an apology my love, you're all perfect to me"

"So are you"

"You will be bleeding soon, want to make love to me?" He mumbled and you nodded in desperation

"How do you know?"

"I just do, it's the way your scent changes before that, it's a sickly sweet smell of your skin, before you run your thoughts over let me just remind you that I enjoy it, it's equally as scintillating as your natural scent is, perhaps even more"

"Goddddsss" you took his shirt off and he was already undoing both of your pants, the condom sheathed his cock magically and he rubbed the swollen tip of his length over your clit then he tapped over the swollen nubs gently,

"Don't tease me lo..pleasee"

He smiled at the sheer desperation in your voice and barely nudged the tip inside your warm entrance slowly.

"Mmmm I'm sorry.. I will be good i promise" he murmured, his breaths were heavy, his heartbeat already so fast you could feel them thumping under his chest.

"Mmm good boy, i love you" you moaned as he slowly pressed in deeper and deeper,

"How much do you love me, miss? Do you adore me?" He asked, his voice almost whimpery in your ears,

"More than anything in the world i promise"

"Mmmm thank you, thank you" he mumbled as he set a slow sensual rhythm of his hips, every moment made you crumble more and more.

"Sweet baby, climb up a little will you, I know you want me to do that thing again, don't you?" He nodded desperately as he realized what you were hinting at.

He placed his forearms over your head so his chest was on your face level, his hips never stopped moving, a few days ago you accidentally discovered that he enjoyed having his nipples sucked and damn if he didn't have the most perfect set, you were kissing from his neck down like you usually did and when you sucked on his right nipple you felt his whole body shiver with the feeling, he was almost embarrassed of it so you showed him he had nothing to feel ashamed of.

As you placed your lips over his right nub, you felt his cock twitching vigorously inside you, you flicked your tongue over and over before you sucked on him slowly, the moans and groans of that gorgeous ethereal man on top of you was nothing less than a symphony in your ears, you switched your attention to the other side for a good while before he slid down again and kissed you as passionately as he could, you treated him this way, you took care of him in every fucking sense of the word and then somehow you still felt scared that he'd ever be able to do anything that would make him lose this precious person underneath him.

He didn't blame you though, he understood your fears for he had the same ones, he just knew with time both of you will learn to let go of them, he truly believed that. You bit on his neck as you approached your orgasms together and then you both came in unison, it was desperate and needy, especially after that little argument this was exactly what you needed to calm those thoughts. He hid his face between the crook of your neck as he waited to recover, your fingers were running over his scalp and he just wanted to purr like a kitten but he resisted the urge to do that just yet.

"In bed? Well i certainly hope so" You chuckled as he said that.

"Loki?" You called his name so he looked at you "I'm pretty sure we will end up here again"

"No i meant the stupid argument..I'm just .. always terrified of losing you to other women, I know its silly and it's nothing to do with me not trusting you, I do trust you completely, i know my bestest friend in the whole world will never hurt me so cruelly but I'm just always afraid, I get ticked off for no reason.. I don't want to fight with you but I know it will happen" he smiled as you finished speaking, your eyes were teary, his heart clenched at the thought of people hurting you so deeply so many times that you always lived in fear, he knew you were always betrayed by those you trusted and he never wanted to end up being one of those people in your life.

"And that's okay, that is absolutely alright my love, my life is full of happiness with you in it, it's something I never really had before, and i would rather have us argue with each other and jump in bed to love each other like this then not have you at all, you are never going to drive me away no matter how many times we do this i promise you"

You hugged him as tightly as you could, you had nothing left to say to him about this, he didn't get annoyed, he didn't get upset with you or told you that you were overthinking, he validated your feelings and that was more than you have ever had in your life, he cleaned you up soon after and then you both took a nap together since none of you really got any sleep last night.

You were called in Dalia's office again so you decided to deal with that first. What did she want now ? When you entered her office Loki was there too,

When you woke up you found yourself wrapped up in the same blanket he had given you in the previous timeline, when did he even have the time to make it again you wondered. You clutched on it and basked in it for a good few minutes before you had to get up. You felt hungry and you were excited to see Jane, though you knew she wouldn't remember you at all, you just hoped the friendship would bloom again.

"Do I have to remind you all the time that you're on duty here? He has been unattended for hours now. Go bring him a cup of coffee and an iced tea for me" you looked at him and he mouthed a sorry so you sighed and turned around to grab him some, he would have asked for it if he needed it.

"You know Lady Dalia if I was you, I wouldn't be treating her this way, you want to know why?" She glared at him as he said that

"Are you threatening me?" He smiled but then his expressions changed, there was a manic look in his eyes all of a sudden.

"I'm enlightening you, she's a sweet girl and she puts up with a lot of my nuisance so next time you see her I need you to be nicer to her, i promise that won't kill you, am I being clear?" He asked her, his voice wasn't aggressive, he was calm and polite as he could be but she got the message.

"Can I just ask what is it that you like about her?"

"I do not like her, nor I have any interests in pursuing such a romantic relationship with her that you might think so quit worrying and do your job, can we sue this website that published this fake news about me?" He diverted the topic to stop her from thinking about you, when you returned you gave her the tea as well as the coffee, she took a sip and had something to complain of but Loki glared at her so she ate her words.

"Atta girl" he whispered almost inaudibly and Dalia's face flushed, less from embarrassment and more from a certain feeling she didn't wish to bear for the man next to him. You noticed the look on her face and your instant reaction was to facepalm.

It was clear to you that you just had to get used to women lusting after your man so brazenly. It was inevitable at this point.

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Note : Things are going to spice up from the next chapter again i promise, wanted you guys to enjoy the fluff and smut for timebeing. He's so close to calling her mommy in bed at this point.

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Surprise (pt 1)

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A/N: I will warn you the relationship protrayed here isn't the most healthy relationship. I wouldn't make this to be a role model relationship since some it honestly may scream red flags. Not because Loki abuses her or she abuses him in any way just how stubborn these two can be and how angry filled it can get. So be warned this isn't a fluff relationship nor my happy bickering couples but a couple who does bicker but can be far more angry then usual.

Loki god of mischief had a nasty habit of faking his death in order to get out of situations especially when it came in regards to his enemies. He had been in the mess of dealing with a particularly pesky one, when he thought what better way but to fake his death, so he could regroup. An idea he had failed to mention to anyone before doing so, as this itself would lead into trouble....

The last thing Loki remembered was being pulled into a bag, this was a feat that was uncommon, for being to sneak up on Loki of all people was something that very few could tell at least while living. Before Loki could even attempt to summon his daggers he was already pulled into a bag, and was soon faced with only darkness. Loki had assumed it had been his most recent enemy, so when Loki allowed his eyes to flutter upon he found himself tied up in chains he wasn't surprised. While some would panic at the idea of being chained up. This wasn't the first time Loki had been chained up, after all being the god of mischief Loki was quite familar with chains in both mischief and other times. But that was neither here or there first thing he needed to do was figure out where he was and who had him. As Loki tried to think through his list of many enemies elimating the ones who were no longer with them including Thanos, and a few others who had attempted unspeakable things. Including trying to pull off being the god of mischief. Loki hadn't been thinking long when the door opened, and rather be faced with an enemy Loki was faced with someone unexpected. As he allowed his features to form into a grin.

"Surprise," was the first thing that Loki uttered upon Iris entrance into the room. The first thing he felt through was something being tossed at his head, the first thing he saw aside from an item being tossed at his head was the look that Iris wore could rival even his, as her eyes seemed to almost glow, the same eyes that would glow so happily were now glaring daggers at him. The brows that he loved to kiss while she was frustrated as she would somtimes try to swat him off as she insisted that this was a serious discussion. Yet with each word she would utter he would plant another kiss on her brows. Yet rather then the bit of her eyes holding amusement and even fondness, her eyes were still pointing daggers at him, as her brows were very much up.

"What the norns Laufeyson," Iris uttered her voice almost growling at the words. Upon hearing this Loki winched a little knowing he was in some real deep trouble. For as long as he had known her, she never called him Odinson, as he prefered to take Frigga's name, yet in anger she would his biological name as another way to show how unamused at him she was. Loki knew if Iris was using Laufey's name that she was beyond angry. Loki tried to think of a solution with his usual silver tongue. Yet he didn't have much time before Iris had something else to say. "I swear if you try to excuse yourself, so help me. I will have Strange drop you in a portal again."

Loki took this moment to let out a light chuckle something that wasn't the best move given the gravity of what was happening. "As if that second rate wizard could."

"He did it before, and I am sure he wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Because he got lucky that's all," Loki said his words only making things worse.

As the daggers Iris was giving only seemed to get deadlier. "If you are so confident then you wouldn't mind me roping in Wanda to help."

"So what as if Maximoff couldn't hold me down for long. Not before I get out of these." Loki thrusting his chest showing off his chains.

"She won't be the only one through."

"While you are strong not even you could hold me down long enough for you to find somewhere to daggle me."

"Perhaps, but with me and Wanda holding you down. Then Strange could easily drop you through a portal. Or if you would prefer being daggled that would work too."

"With whose help last I checked the wizard, Maximoff, and you aren't able to mutitask when focused on one thing."

"You honestly would underestimate me darling of all people?"

"I never said that I just think you maybe over estimating our allies skills."

"I am perfectly aware of our allies skills. So aware that I am sure Peter could string me up a nice bit of web to hold you over, all chained up, and as mentioned before you could be dropped and left to fall."

"And the other option if I choose not to take it?"

"Simple we could leave you to daggle for a nice long while."

"You wouldn't. My brother wouldn't allow me to daggle for so long," Loki protested, as he was quickly running out of options. Thor was very much his last resort other then Iris. For whenever Thor found out Loki used him he would bring Loki into his arms and give him a bone crushing bear hug stating I love you too brother. The bruises that were left on Loki from the tightness of Thor's squeeze were ones that lasted at least a day. For when it came to Loki, Thor seemed to forget his strength with all the time spent around humans.

"Already using Thor? You must be truly desperate to already be on him."

"Who says I am? After all he is my brother."

"Yes, but as you say adoptive."

"We may not be related by blood, but that doesn't mean he isn't my brother."

"How convinent that you use that card on me now."

"Card I don't know what you are talking about darling?"

"Don't you?"

"No, I think in my absence you have become delirious."

"Well if I am so delusional I am sure you wouldn't mind Thor leaving Stormbreak with you for a little while at least until I become less delirious. Remember how heavy Mjolnir was? Now imagine that but at least double. But since I am so delirious I suppose Thor can handle your punishment while I recover."

"Why would that happen," Loki asked as he began to get nervous over the thought of Stormbreak on his chest. While Loki was a man who feared few things the list of things he disliked, through topping the list was handling Stormbreak, and falling through one of Strange portals.

"Because if you recall last time you choose to fake your death without telling us Thor said that he would be in charge of your punishent next time around. So since I am so delirious then your brother can handle your punishment. But not to worry it wouldn't be that bad."

"You wouldn't," Loki uttered as he tried to move, but it was then when Loki was reminded he was in chains. Making his movement very much restricted. As he fall flat upon his face upon moving.

Upon hearing this Iris edged closer as she brought Loki's chair up as her eyes now met his. "Try me."

"Fine, I give what do you want?"

"Maybe a little warning next time you decided to fake your death."

"I didn't think of that."

"Clearly always so perceptive of everyone else."

"Well darling I did have so matters to handle."

Hearing this didn't seem to calm Iris now in fact it only served to make her mood worse."Speak of those matters when the hela were you going to tell me that you had a problem?!"

"After I handled it of course."

"YOU MEAN AFTER YOU CHOOSE TO FAKE YOUR DEATH AGAIN!" Iris voice was very much raised as with each word Loki said only seemed to make things worse and anger Iris more. Reminding Loki of why she was named goddess angry, rage, and revenge. As her wrath rivaled even the gods especially in matters concerning Loki. It had been such a thing that even Odin was in awe of how much anger one mortal could direct. Her powers were ones while rooted in psychic like Maximoff couldn't extend to as much chaos as Wanda's could. Through it didn't mean that Iris was weak by any means, for Iris was far darker then Wanda, it was often Iris who would people up and tossing them if need be, even going so far as to invaiding their minds further then Wanda would. If need be she could inflict far more damage in the mind rather then just scratch the surface as Wanda was. The reason for this despite her being a little younger then Wanda, Iris trained more intensely in Hydra methods, extending both her powers uses, not to mention she was taken at least six months to a year after Wanda and Pietro escaped.

"Would it help if I told you I was going to tell you....," Loki said unable to finish before Iris had something else.

"If you say after I swear to Hela, her rage won't compare to mine. So if I were you rather then talk I would shut up for once and listen."

"Shutting up," Loki said not wanting to provake Iris even further.

"While I am very still much angry you faked your death again. I am choosing to ignore that due to the fact you wouldn't tell me your damn wife of any of it choosing to hide it instead like a coward."

Hearing the word coward sent something in Loki almost like a survial instinct from the years of facing Odin wrath. Despite their many squablings, bickering matches, and fights they had never been like this. Despite both Loki and Iris being the two most stubborn people alive it was never this much. Due to Loki usually giving Iris a heads up before doing so. This time hadn't been like that through. "Coward me?"

"Yes."

"SAY THAT AGAIN," Loki nearly growled. Rather then thinking this through Iris didn't, she was made the goddess of rage for a reason.

"GLADLY COWARD!"

"SO THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GOING TO BE!"

"YES!"

"GOOD BECAUSE I WILL SHOW YOU I AM NO COWARD," Loki growled as he figeted with his restraints.

"GO RIGHT AHEAD BECAUSE TO ME SOMEONE WHO WASN'T A COWARD WOULDN'T MAKE THEIR WIFE WORRIED SICK ABOUT WHETHER THEY WERE ALIVE OR NOT! TIME AFTER TIME! SOMEONE WHO WASN'T A COWARD WOULDN'T HAVE TO FAKE THEIR DEATH ALL THE TIME! LEAVING THE WIFE TO DEAL WITH THEIR MESS! AND MOST OF ALL IF THEY DID THEY WOULD AT LEAST TELL THEIR WIFE WHAT'S GOIN ON RATHER THEN LEAVE HER TO MOURN HIM! UNTIL THEY FIND OUT FROM THEIR SISTER IN LAW AND HEIMDALL THAT YOU NEVER DIED! SERIOUSLY DON'T YOU GET HOW HEARTBROKEN I WAS WHEN I HEARD THE NEWS ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU HAD FAKED YOUR DEATH YET AGAIN!?!?!?"

As Loki tried to get out of his restraints, Iris kept glaring daggers at him. Through upon hearing what Iris had to say Loki wasn't one to let quiet overtake anything even a fight. As he tried to do two things at once. "WELL MAYBE I DID THAT SO I WOULDN'T WORRY YOU SO SOON AFTER OUR MARRIAGE!"

"YOU ACT AS IF YOU DON'T WORRY ME EVERYDAY!"

"WHY I AM A GOD I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!"

"I KNOW BUT WHAT IF ONE DAY THEY GET CLOSE LIKE THANOS DID!?! WHAT IF YOU HADN'T MANAGED TO STALL HIM OR ONE OF STRANGE VISIONS CAME TRUE AND YOU DIED?!"

"BUT THEY DIDN'T NOT WITH THANOS AND NOT THIS TIME EITHER! SO I DON'T SEE THE PROBLEM!"

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T BECAUSE YOU ARE USE TO BEING A GOD, BUT I AM NOT! WHAT IF IT HAPPENED ON A DIFFENT DAY?! WHAT IF THEY KNEW YOU WEREN'T DEAD!? WHAT IF WE COULDN'T HANDLE THEM?! IF YOU CHANGE ANYTHING WOULD YOU HAVE STILL LIVED THIS TIME?!?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" "EXCATLY YOU DON'T KNOW YOU MAYBE A GOD BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU ARE INVINSABLE! YOU CAN STILL DIE IN BATTLE IF YOU HIT HARD ENOUGH!"

"I WOULDN'T HAVE LET THEM GET THAT FAR!"

"SO YOU CLAIM BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE AS STRONG AT HELA!?! WHEN YOU WENT TO SEEK HER WHILE ODIN WAS IN ODIN SLEEP, SHE BROKE MJOLNIR AS IF IT WAS NOTHING!"

"SHE GOT LUCKY BECAUSE WE DIDN'T KNOW HER STRENGTH!"

"AND WHAT IF THEY GET AS LUCKY?! WHAT WILL YOU DO THEN? YOU CAN'T FAKE YOUR DEATH FOREVER!"

"I WILL FIGURE IT OUT!"

"WILL YOU TELL ME OR WILL YOU LEAVE ME TO WORRY AGAIN!" "I DON'T WHY YOU ARE ACTING THIS WAY YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE GETTING INTO WHEN YOU MARRIED ME!"

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT IS WHY I AM WORRIED!" "WHY?!" "BECAUSE IF YOU DIE WHAT DO I DO?! JUST LIVE AS A GODDESS FOR 5,000 YEARS WITHOUT MY HUSBAND AND THE REASON I BECAME A GODDESS?!"

"I WOULDN'T DO THAT TO YOU!"

"BECAUSE YOU CAN CONTROL WHAT THE FATES HAVE IN STORE FOR YOU!" "NO BUT..." "BUT NOTHING! THIS IS WHAT I MEAN YOU WOULD RATHER FIGURE OUT EXCUSES THEN TALK TO ME! AND I AM DONE WITH IT FIGURE OUT YOUR OWN STUFF BECAUSE YOU MAY NOT HAVE ME TO DEAL WITH ANYMORE!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!" "I MEAN YOU MAY NOT HAVE A WIFE TO COME BACK TO AT THE END OF THIS!" "YOU WOULD LEAVE ME?!" "I WOULD PREFER NOT TO WORRY MYSELF TO DEATH SO IF THAT IS WHAT IT WILL TAKE SO BE IT!"

Loki had been wanting to ask for help to get out of this but seeing how angry she was it may not be the best idea to do it. "I..."

"I NOTHING! AND YOU WILL NOT ASK ME FOR HELP BECAUSE I AM NOT GIVING IT NOT THIS TIME! NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND I WOULD RATHER NOT SEE YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW! COME FIND ME WHEN YOU ARE WANT TO FIGURE THIS OUT BECAUSE I AM NOT DOING IT THIS TIME," Iris cried as she used the door and slammed it shut on her way out as the door went off it's handles. Leaving Loki to try and wiggle out of his restraints for who knows how long. After what felt like forever the fates decided to taught Loki as soon Tony choose to walk in. Despite Tony's and Loki relationship improving since New York he still managed to push Loki's buttons like no other. While Loki found it very attractive on his wife, with Tony it was far more annoying then even attractive.

"Stark," Loki said allowing the name to slip from his lips. As he tried to get himself up and look as if he wasn't struggling mere moments before.

"Nice to see you too reindeer games. Trouble in pardise I see?"

"Shouldn't you be up with your wife and child rather then here?"

"I thought I should pay a visit to everyone before our next get together."

"Then shouldn't you be finding someone else aside me to visit?"

"Perhaps but they wouldn't be as fun as you reindeer games."

"I wear horns one time and I never hear the end of it."

"Still trying to change the subject I see."

"Says who?"

"Me because unlike you I am not in a fight with my wife."

"Who said we were in a fight?"

"Strange when he called me to report that someone recently visited his Sanctorum to go somewhere else."

"So what it could be some else."

"So anyone could look excatly like your wife? My my reindeer games," Tony said as a smirk began to cross his features only serving to annoy Loki even further.

"Fine, if you insist on pestering then I will say Iris and I are having some diffculties."

"Oh now was that so hard?"

An animalistic growl escaped Loki lips one that would be far more threatening if he wasn't occupied by the chains around him. "Say another word Stark and..."

"What you will have my head, or my suit perhaps? We've been through this before so why not skip the bickering and get to it already?"

"You are being quite cocky considering you are a mere mortal."

"A mortal who kicked your ass when you tried to take over Earth."

"That was your friend Banner's doing had it not been for him. You likely wouldn't be alive to be bragging."

"So you say. But do you know what I think?"

"What do you think Stark because haven't you tested my patients enough?"

"No and I think you wouldn't have done it."

"Done what?"

"Killed us."

"And why is that? Because even without Thano's inflence I still would've shown no mercy on you if you had gotten in my way."

"Perhaps or maybe you are just all bark and no bite," Tony teased.

"You are lucky you have a cute kid and that I am tied up at the moment or..."

"Or what?"

"You dare question me?"

"Doesn't your wife do that all the time?"

"If all you have come to do is to taunt me more with mentions of my wife then you can stop Anthony or I might be sending your remains to your loved ones."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I," Loki asked as his gaze went to a dark look through if one were to look closer they wouldn't see pure blood lust more rage then anything else.

"You wouldn't because while you maybe mencing and in your words burdened with glorious purpose I happen to think you love your wife too much to kill her closest friends."

"Her closest friends happen to be Maximoff and Strange, not you Anthony so you will have to try again."

"Fine, if I can get you out of those chains will you stop and listen to me for once reindeer games before you do something you regret."

"Listen to you? And what advice do you have to give to me?!"

"Considering I've been in a relationship for over 13 years I would say I have plenty advice to give."

"Didn't I hear you and Mrs. Peppers were on and off again for a while there?"

"Must you do this now when I am trying to help?"

"Always," Loki remarked as he flashed his famous Loki smirk.

Upon seeing this Tony allowed his eyes to roll at Loki's direction. "Anyways before you interupted me. I was going to tell you that whatever Iris thought she might've not been out of line."

"And what would you know what Iris thought Anthony?"

"Knowing you I am guessing this has something to do with you faking your death once again."

"How do you," was all Loki could get out before he was treated to one of Tony's cocky smirks.

"Who do you think helped catch you off guard? Or who sent the telportantion that brought you back here? Not to mention create the chains that are currently holding you?"

"It was you?"

"Who else?"

"Why?"

"Because I was bored and I happen to like seeing you like this reindeer games."

"Clearly now is there anything else you have to say? Or are you going to get me out of here?"

"All in due time but listen for once."

"Fine."

"Glad to see we are on the same page finally."

"Yes, yes just get onto it. Not all of us are you Anthony and have time to waste."

"I know aren't I lucky?"

"It is a wonder Mrs. Pepper puts up with you."

"You act as if I don't please my wife."

"Must you go there? I would prefer not to think about your activies."

"Considering it payback for some of the times I walked into something I would rather not see."

"At least we weren't in the middle of it."

"Not helping."

"I never said I would."

"As I was saying before we got off discussing your mating habits. You tendency of faking your death is likely a rift in your marriage."

"And if you were right what great advice would you give me oh great Stark."

"Oh great Stark,” Tony started to say, his hand up, before he put it down to finish his thought. “Actually never mind, I think I like the name."

"Cocky as ever?"

"Like you are any different reindeer games. Now as I was saying your tendency to fake death likely can be a strain on your loved ones."

"Thor has no problem with it."

"Because I am sure he has had to deal with you doing this for years, but if you remember Iris is still new to this."

"And this matters why?"

"It matters because she worries about you."

"Something I don't want her to be. It's why I didn't tell her."

"Yes and while that is nice in theory. It's only theory because she is going to worry about you. She is your wife which is already a big deal, but add up the god with many enemies part I am surprised she hasn't had a heart attack."

"Gods don't typically die from that more sickness, low health or often in battle."

"That isn't point of this."

"And the point of this talk of ours is what again?"

"To stop worrying your wife."

"But she didn't do this when we were dating."

"Oh she did you just didn't see it."

"So she hide this from me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because she knew as a mortal it came with dating a god."

"And what makes now different?"

"You made her a goddess did you not?"

"Yes but I don't see how that matters."

"You know for such a smart person you are sometimes not that smart."

"Rude."

"I am sure Iris covered it in your fight. She has never had trouble speaking her mind before. Just think back because I am not going to connect all the dots for you," Tony said as he rubbed his fingers against his head. Growing tired of this talk as he started to figet around to see if he had the key to unlock the chains. Only to be reminded it was in the car that was locked. "And while do that I'm going to work on getting you out of here."

"Wait you don't have a key."

"Hey don't point this at me. It's your own fault for not talking with your wife."

Just as Loki was about to say something else, Tony used this moment to sneak out in search of either a key or at the very least a laser to get Loki out. During this Loki had plenty of time to think as with each thought and repeat of what had happened with Iris all he could think of how much of a fool that he had been. Little did he know he wasn't the only one thinking such thoughts.....

A/N:Yes, a cliff hanger because this is already 10 pages long and honestly I can't drag this out for 15 pages for one chapter. Instead I leave you all to wait *evil laugh*. I was heard the song above and was like I should do something and post a chapter! Thus how this chapter was born now that is all said and done I will see you all next chapter.

@wheredafandomat @jennyggggrrr @sailorholly @mochie85

@vanilla-daydreaming @christineblood @queen-paladin @rosierose1995

#Angst #loki friggason #Loki x oc #wife oc #goddess oc #respectful loki #i am sorry #loki was harmed #bickering couple #stubborn oc #stubborn loki #loki get punished for dying so much #Youtube

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lgwilt · 2 years ago

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WIP tag game

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

Thanks @insert-witty-user-name-here and @dewdropreader for the tags 💕 I’ve been meaning to confront the multitude of WIPs/fragments/incoherent half-finished sentences in my drafts folder (a chaotic jumble of fic + original works) - this has prompted me to finally start working out what I want to prioritise for 2023! (Urg, time management. Always such a challenge.)

Some self-indulgent fic fragments for various fandoms (Lokius, Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover, Good Omens, Jack x Ten, Clone Wars) under the cut.

Variation on a Theme

AKA the in-progress Lokius fic that I’ve been distressingly slow to update 😩 Life keeps rudely getting in the way.

Longish fragment from Chapter 9 (ok I've only posted four chapters so far... but on a positive note, the final chapter is already written!):

“Thanks, Loki. Guess I wasn’t thinking this morning.” Overthinking would be more accurate. As usual, his relentlessly ticking mind had prevented him from getting more than an hour or two of fitful sleep.

He reached for the tie, preparing to go through the familiar motions of tying the knot, but his brain seemed to have decided to stop communicating with his hands. He felt sluggish, uncoordinated; his fingers moved frustratingly slowly, almost like they were numb with cold. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to remember how to get the infuriating strip of fabric to resemble a tie, despite having done so thousands of times before.

“Here,” said Loki, taking a step towards Mobius. “Let me help.”

“I’m fine,” he responded irritably, restraining himself (though only just) from swatting Loki’s hands away. He tried again, fingers fumbling with the knot.

“Mobius.” Loki’s voice was gentle, with no trace of his usual imperiousness. Mobius couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken to him with such kindness. To his shame, he felt tears pricking the back of his eyelids.

He surrendered with a slightly shaky sigh, lowering his hands. Loki moved closer, fingers skimming lightly over the hollow of Mobius’ throat and along his collarbone, pausing for a moment as though silently asking permission before slowly doing up the top few buttons of his shirt. Mobius shivered slightly at the touch, cool despite Loki’s gloved hands. It suddenly seemed unusually difficult to breathe.

Loki made quick work of the tie, but he didn’t draw back right away, humming thoughtfully as he brushed non-existent specks of dust from Mobius’ collar.

The Man Who Wasn’t There:

AKA my in-progress Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover. A foray into a classic fic genre.

Fragment from Chapter 4:

Sam noticed, with a strange sort of detachment, that his hands were shaking. He turned away and gripped the railing until his knuckles went white, staring out into the darkness as he tried to remember how to breathe normally. The night sky was completely black, inky and impenetrable. It took him a moment to figure out why this seemed odd. No stars, he realised. It was as though all the light in the universe had been blotted out…

“Earth to Sam. Do I need to call the men in white coats?”

“I’m fine,” hissed Sam through gritted teeth. “I just… need a minute.”

A Twitch Upon the Thread:

Fragment from the conclusion to my two shorter Good Omens fics, An Unexpected Meeting and An Evening Out. I wrote most of this back in 2019 (what is time), it "just" needs a few more scenes to tie everything together!

“‘Paralysing fear of existing forever’. Twelve letters. Ends with an ‘e’.”

“‘Apeirophobia’,” said Aziraphale promptly, leaning over Crowley’s shoulder for a closer look. “And five across is ‘Gomorrah’, my dear, not… whatever this is supposed to be.” Aziraphale peered more closely at the crossword in a vain attempt to decipher Crowley’s carelessly childlike scrawl. “I’m surprised you didn’t know that one. You were there, after all.”

“Obviously I thought of Gomorrah,” the demon responded peevishly. “Didn’t look right. Five across should have an ‘s’ in it… and maybe a ‘t’?” Crowley squinted, turning the paper upside down.

“For Heaven’s sake, Crowley,” Aziraphale chided fondly, “you know perfectly well that the third circle of Hell is ‘Gluttony’. Now if you’d just let me tidy this up for you –”

Crowley vanished the newspaper in a puff of smoke and twisted round so that he was grinning up at Aziraphale – purely, Aziraphale suspected, to savour the look of indignation on his face.

Only the Dance

Jack travels with the Tenth Doctor post-Journey’s End. Adventure, flirting, angst. As you'd expect.

“A rescue mission?” This felt like familiar territory. “When do we start?”

“We’re already here.” The Doctor was bouncing on his feet and buzzing with energy, clearly impatient to get started. “If you’d stop lazing about and put some clothes on…”

“I was relaxing,” said Jack, rolling his eyes affectionately. “You should try it sometime.” He jumped out of bed, grabbing one of the identical shirts the TARDIS had helpfully replicated for him based on the one he’d been wearing the day he decided to skip town with the Doctor. (The Doctor had offered him free run of the TARDIS’ extensive wardrobe, but Jack had given up after several hours of rummaging produced an assortment of impractical garments such as a Pierrot costume, a Viking helmet, a 1920s sequined flapper dress, and an alarmingly vibrant multi-coloured coat).

Well he couldn’t exactly leave now, could he?

Precipice:

Unsure about this one. I’ll admit I'm not hugely familiar with Star Wars fandom, but I do love Obi-Wan. I watched a curated selection of Clone Wars episodes a while back (recced by my sister) and couldn’t resist drafting an adventure romp with plenty of snark and a generous dollop of angst + hurt/comfort.

“If you have a better plan, Anakin, I’m all ears.”

The droids drew closer, heavy metallic footsteps reverberating through the winding stone tunnels and causing alarmingly large chunks of rubble to rain down from the temple’s ancient ceiling. The noise was deafening, like a stampede of banthas.

“Fine,” Anakin conceded gracelessly, crossing his arms over his chest in a familiar gesture of reluctant acceptance. “We’ll do it your way. But if we end up impaled on those giant spikes Windu told us about, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Master Windu, Anakin,” Obi-Wan reminded him, deftly Force-levitating a stone slab that had been a split second away from colliding with Anakin’s head. “And under such unfortunate circumstances, I very much doubt I would be in a position to say anything at all.”

I'm pretty sure the talented writers I'd like to tag have already been tagged, probably multiple times! (@mirilyawrites @cha-melodius @blackbirdofasgard), so this is an open invitation to anyone who stumbles across this and feels like giving it a go! I love hearing about other people's WIPs and the stories behind them 💕

#lokius #loki x mobius #life on mars #doctor who #tensimm #tenth doctor #sam tyler #gene hunt #good omens #ineffable husbands #jack harkness #jack x ten #clone wars #tag game #fanfic #wips

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years ago

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Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

Chapter 65: Loki and Sylvie's First Birthday

Synopsis: After a night of partying and loud celebration, Loki and Sylvie spend their real birthday being small and having a snuggle with their daddy and Thor.

Word count: 4,228

Stand Alone?: Yep!

Warnings: Sylvie's abandonment issues, alcohol mention, Sylkius shipping implications (outside of regression)

Notes: No plot, just vibes sort of writing on this one lads.

Read it on AO3!

Loki woke on the morning of December seventeenth with the biggest, happiest, grin on his face, no hangover to be seen, and a little headspace so strong, it probably could have defeated Thor in a game of tug-of-war. He wiggled with joy, much to the annoyance of Sylvie, who was still taken by sleep beside him.

The previous night had been long and full of the delights that Loki had so often prided himself with on Asgard; downing Mezcal and drinks by the bottle, in loud, strobing clubs with blaring music. Sylvie joined in her fair share with the partying and booze, and many friends came along on the ride, with Mobius as part designated driver, part Loki wrangler.

After not finding the plush body of Mobius within reach, he got up. “Daddy?” he asked, peeking around corners and in increasingly unlikely places like the crawlspace under the floor and the linen closet, or under beds and on top of shelves.

“It’s just me,” Thor said from the couch.

Loki hadn’t even noticed him. “Where daddy?” he asked.

“He went out to get a very special surprise for both of you.”

“What, What, What!?” Loki half-asked-half-exclaimed.

“I can’t tell you!” Thor told him.

Loki checked Thor’s brain, but realized fast that the truth was, Thor did not know.

“Um, what doing?” he asked, changing the subject, “is birfday!” he made sure to remind Thor.

“I’m well aware it’s your birthday, little brother” Thor reassured the little, pausing and setting down his game. “And which birthday would it be?”

Loki held up 2 fingers, at first, but set down one cautiously.

“Your first birthday?”

Loki confirmed, sticking his hand in his mouth.

“That must be very exciting.”

Changing the little this morning was no easy task, but Thor managed to slip the baby into a thick diaper and a snappy onesie which Loki had made himself with magic. “My 1st Birthday” was written in big green letters on the front.

“Seevee! Seevee!” Loki squeaked. As soon as he was freed from the seat of the changing table, he toddled back to the master bedroom to see if he’d have a mummy or a big sister, or perhaps even a little or a twin sister today.

She mumbled and swatted him away.

That wasn’t helpful.

“Birfday, Seevee!” he explained.

The normally early riser seemed to be too exhausted from last night to care.

She mumbled a little grunt of exasperated frustration in response to Loki and her own hungry belly not letting her ignore the delightful smell of cooking eggs and meat.

“Seevee!” Loki nuzzled into her like an excitable puppy in an attempt to get her up.

She gently kicked him in the backside as she began to get up.

“Birfday!” he reminded her.

Thumb in her mouth as she got up, hair tousled by a rough night, she silently let Loki lead her out to the kitchen to see what Thor was doing.

“Good morning, princess Sylvie,” he greeted her while plating her breakfast. “We’re going to need two highchairs this morning, aren’t we?” He questioned while plating their breakfasts.

He set up the second chair and set Sylvie into it before tightening the straps on Loki’s and securing him in as well.

The littles used their hands to feed themselves handfuls of scrambled eggs, pinches of hashbrowns, and bacon strips.

Sylvie, as she recovered, began to become more chatty like Loki, pointing down at the empty spot at the table. “Where daddy?” she asked.

“Dunno,” Loki told her, and oh boy, was that the wrong answer.

The little girl’s face immediately twisted and went red. This was the first birthday she’d remember and Mobius wasn’t even going to show up for it?

“Little sunshine,” Thor got her attention, getting up from his seat and setting her tray down onto the table so he could pick her up, “your daddy only left a few minutes before Loki woke, and promised he was just picking something up for you. A special birthday surprise, I promise,” he nurtured, kissing her gently on the cheek and bouncing her in his arms just lightly until she was a little less red and much less sobby.

She finally continued working on her breakfast, and to both of the littles’ delight, Mobius soon came into the home with a white box in hand. He showed it off to them without opening it and watched as their faces lit up and any panic from the morning was forgiven.

“Roxxcart was short staffed this morning,” he apologized, before sitting down with Thor and the birthday littles for a slightly cold breakfast.

“Hey, do you two know what I found while I was out?” Mobius asked, while sitting on the floor with the two littles. Loki was positioned in his lap, hugging him, but Sylvie was independently building her own palace of blocks. “Take a look at this.” He reached under one of Loki’s thighs in order to get to his pocket.

Loki peeked his head up to see what the movement was and made a squeaky babble noise as Mobius showed the little ones a small jar of fluid.

“Do you know what these are?” he asked.

Sylvie stopped what she was doing to crawl closer and try to grab the plastic bottle out of his hands.

“I got you guys some bubbles.”

“Bubbas!” Loki repeated.

“Yeah, and we can play with them outside, if you want.” He picked Loki up without waiting for a solid yes or no. “Probably need to give you two stinkers a change anyway.”

Loki giggled. “No! No stinky.”

“Oh no?” Mobius chuckled. “How’s she?” he asked Thor.

Thor rolled Sylvie over, unsnapping her onesie, and giving her a check before a couple of belly raspberries.

The little girl kicked and wiggled with tiny squeals in response. When Thor pulled away from her, the response she gave was to reach up for him, and politely request to be picked up.

“I can see from here birthday girl’s about to spring a leak, better give her here.”

“Dada n’ --o Tor!” she babbled.

“You want Thor?”

“M--ah!”

“Well, you heard her.”

Thor chuckled as he brought Sylvie into his arms. She was so deep in her headspace, he wasn’t sure if there was any big girl even left behind those eyes, but she seemed happy and content, so it was more of a reassurance than a worry. He hummed to her as he set her down on the changing table and started a small mobile above her head as he clicked and tightened the security strap around her midsection.

After Thor rolled up and tossed the soggy diaper in the bin, Mobius was led into the room by a toddling, but very determined looking Loki.

Sylvie shrieked with excitement and giggled as Loki leaned over the table and kissed her on the cheek in that babyish way that was really half a raspberry with a “m’uh!” noise.

“I couldn’t keep him occupied without some toys,” Mobius smiled. “We set up the play pen out there for ‘em but that’s not going to be enough alone.” He was speaking more to himself than anyone else. He didn’t even pause as Thor handed him Sylvie, redressed and re-diapered.

She grabbed at his mustache leading him to plant a second kiss on her cheek with his own little “mwah,” just to make her laugh even more, and to make Loki smile at the mimicry as he politely asked Thor to pick him up, too.

Mobius set Sylvie on the floor while Thor strapped Loki down.

“Do you want to trade places? Let me take diaper duty and help Sylvie put together some toys to take outside?”

“Nah, I’ve got it,” Thor said before moving Loki’s legs into a more convenient position, for minimal kicking.

Loki stuck his fingers in his mouth as he watched Mobius prep some outdoor toys, occasionally waving them for Sylvie or Loki to gauge their interest. The philosophy seemed to be, if the littles grabbed for it, scooted towards him, or otherwise cooed, the toy was of interest and should be brought outside.

The adult smiled a little bit every time the baby boy nearly fell off the table or got in Thor’s way because of it.

Sylvie picked up on this too, taking one of the rattles Mobius dropped in the small bag and holding it up for Loki.

He screamed with joy and tried to grab at it, just to stick it in his mouth and chew on the rubber pieces of it as Thor re-buttoned his onesie and pulled his tutu back up.

Loki wrapped his fingers around strands of his big brother’s golden hair as he was taken into a big bear hug, still keeping the toy in his mouth, only taking it out to shake it, rattling the colorful plastic beads inside.

Thor brought him up so that Loki’s upper half was higher than his shoulder, with the little’s legs wrapped at his waist.

Outside, the babies sat on a small quilt. Most, if not all of the toys and chewed-up toddler books were familiar. Same barely cushioned dirt ground, and same silly daddy and Thor showering them both with love and affection. However, instead of sitting with them like usual, Mobius stood up on one side of the blanket and took out the bubbles he had teased earlier, spinning the plastic stick around in the soapy fluid and squatted down to blow some soapy bubbles on a comfortable level for them.

Sylvie laid down on her belly, rolling herself up to bat at them and pop a couple. Loki meanwhile, chose to sit upright and clap, trying to squish the bubbles with loud smacks, followed by happy wiggles.

Some low forest wind scooped the bubbles upward, away from the natural grasp of the babies. So, Loki did the only thing he could think to do, and slowly propped himself up, finding his balance and stable footing.

He grabbed at one, popping it, then another, and then he--

“Loki! You can’t eat the bubbles!” Mobius laughed.

Loki grinned and did it again.

“Hey, you keep doing that and we might have to find a new activity,” he warned, slightly more seriously this time.

Loki’s mischievous smile widened even more, and when Mobius blew another breath of bubbles, he tried once more to bite it.

Mobius met eyes with Thor, and gave him a small nod.

In one short movement, Loki was off the ground up in Thor’s arms. He immediately realized that this was not the desired outcome he had hoped for and screeched, thrashing and kicking to be put down. He wasn’t crying yet, just angrily yelling and throwing a tantrum trying to get down and back to his bubbles.

Finally, he got a couple of crocodile tears to slide down his cheeks. That’s when Thor finally offered him some comfort, planting a kiss on his forehead and walking away with the cranky boy.

Thor plopped him down into a plastic seat a few yards away and popped a thin hollow plastic piece into place between Loki’s legs before stepping away.

Loki immediately stopped any sign of struggle or distress and put his fist in his mouth, sucking on the top of his knuckles, curious to see where this was going.

Then, the seat moved and a peep escaped him.

Sylvie got up and wandered to the source of the noise in an awkward baby toddle, holding her daddy’s hand as she did.

“Dah-dee!” Loki screamed.

“Hey princess, what do you think of the big birthday present?” Mobius asked, still keeping Sylvie far out of kicking range as Thor pushed the swing higher.

The little grinned and kicked.

“Is it just like at the park?”

Loki ignored that question, in favor of observing the feeling and his surroundings.

“Should we give Sylvie a turn?” Mobius asked as the second, and possibly smaller headspaced, little clung to him.

Loki considered and crossed his arms, crinkling up his nose.

“Do you want to help me push her? Play big brother for a minute?”

“Umno?”

“That’s funny, but we are going to give Sylvie her turn. It’s her birthday too.” He said, grabbing the plastic rim of the swing underneath Loki’s bottom and slowing it to a stop before picking Loki up from under the thighs and helping Sylvie up in his place.

Thor tested the waters with a tiny push, and a bigger one, and then a huge one! Picking her up so that the bum of the swing was held above his head.

That was enough. She giggled and made a few happy babyish noises as the ropes holding her upright lost and gained tension, creating a weightless feeling.

He came around to the front and pushed her from the soles of her feet.

As Loki watched, he felt as though he should feel a pang of jealousy. She was getting attention, after all. She was having fun. She was a sun, full of happiness while using their shared new swing.

But for once, he didn’t. He was happy that she was happy. He hadn’t even noticed it until Mobius said something: “Are you watching her? Isn’t she interesting?” he teased.

Loki looked back at him. The smile didn’t fade, but he simply became aware of it.

Sylvie heard and took a minute to make a babyish wave down at them.

“Look at her, she’s having her best birthday ever, isn’t she?”

Loki nodded.

“Are you having the best birthday ever, yet?”

Loki burrowed his face in Mobius’ shoulder, creating an awkward hunch, and hugged him tightly.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm!”

“I’ve got an idea if you want to make it even better…”

Loki’s grin widened.

After a bit more playtime, Loki and Sylvie were each led to the nursery for the typical nappy checks and changes. No part of this was an improvement to Loki.

Sylvie sat back on the padded table cushioning, chewing on her pacifier. “S-ing!” she whined.

“We are going to sing,” Mobius reassured her with a smile. “You’re a real smarty-pants. You know that? Hard to believe it’s only your first birthday.”

She pointed outside “Essing!” she tried again.

“Yeah, you like the new swing?” he asked. “I think Loki likes it, too.”

“Mm-- uppansing!” she complained.

“We will, we will. Soon. We’ve got all the time in the world. How about we have some cake first?”

He asked, fully removing her onesie and tutu now.

Loki stood up with this development. “Em-me!” he demanded.

“You next?” Mobius asked.

“Dahdee em-me!”

Mobius unsnapped the little’s onesie and lifted it up, over the tot’s head before having him step out of the tutu. “You’re naked!” he teased.

Loki repeated the word.

Sylvie seemed to mind even less than Loki did, sitting on the floor in just her nappy, and opening up a board book from their shelf as she patiently waited for Loki’s change to be done.

“Do you both know why?”

Neither baby responded.

Mobius tried his best to hide his growing excitement with the surprise.

He secured them both in their highchairs and slid the trays into place as Thor took the large white box out of the fridge.

Thor looked down at it as if it were a briefcase of money he was hiding from the littles, covertly smushing all the green candles he had into its contents.

If Loki wasn’t restrained by the highchair’s shoulder straps, he may have tried to look, himself.

“Wow, look at that,” Mobius said as Thor lifted a beautiful cake out of the box.

It was a light green with darker green and yellow frosting details as well as a big “Happy Birthday Loki and Sylvie!” in big black cursive icing on the top.

He took a lighter and began to light all 30-or-so candles covering it. Even the text was covered. “Are we doing the American birthday song or the Aesir one?”

Thor crinkled up his nose thinking about it. “The Aesir one is going to be too long for the little ones.”

“Alright then. Are you ready? 3…2…1!”

Gently, as the song went on, Mobius raised the cake up in between the highchair trays so that the candles and cake were close in between the littles.

“Go ahead, blow them out!” he encouraged them at the end.

Sylvie spit as she blew. Visibly. But Mobius was pretty used to sharing spit with them, and Thor… was Thor… -- He’d probably eat raw meat off the ground if given the opportunity.

The little girl clapped excitedly, mimicking Thor and bubbling over with sheer babyish glee as she watched Mobius cut and plate two big slices of cake, setting them on the high chair trays without utensils. Then, he cut a smaller one for himself and handed the knife to Thor.

At this point, he had expected them to be knuckle deep in frosting and crumbs, but they patiently waited as if he would do something more.

“You kiddos can dig in,” he said. “We won’t start til you do. “First birthday bite” and all that.”

Loki sat slightly more upright and reached out for him.

Mobius gave a small sigh behind a smile and set down his plate in order to cut off a little bite of cake for Loki with the side of his fork, feeding it to him with the jetski noises included. “I really thought you two were gonna play in it-- …oh.” As he leaned back, away from Loki, he felt something press against his cheek and turned just in time to catch Sylvie in the act of touching him with her yucky, frosting covered fingers.

She grinned and squealed.

“You two never disappoint, do you?”

Loki smirked back at him as he began to pick apart his own slice with his hands now.

As Mobius stepped away to clean himself up, he kept the corner of his eye looking out for the two tots and prepared his cell-phone camera to take lots of pictures of them.

It was pretty safe to say both littles played with their food more than they ate. They would shove a pincer-grasp full, or maybe a small fist, into their mouth and then wipe any excess frosting on themselves, the other little, or the plate. When the other tot was the victim of such an act, it was met with a giggly scream and an attempt of retaliation.

Loki tried first, shoving a small chunk of cake just barely into Sylvie’s mouth. He could hardly reach her from his chair.

Then, it was Sylvie’s turn. She took a small handful and tried to reach over and get him back with the last remanence of cake on her plate… but her reach was too short!

Splat!

The little glob of frosting and cake mush fell from her fingertips and onto the floor in between them.

They bonked their heads together as they both leaned in to look down at it.

Then, Sylvie groaned. The low growl got a little bit louder as she looked up at her caregivers, and then eventually, it became a whine that grew into a cry.

Mobius gave her a sympathetic look, whispered something to Thor, and walked away.

Sylvie gave her best frustrated scream and began a small fit. She was still just a little too small to process that she had an equal amount of cake around her mouth, down her chest, on her arms, and even around her belly button and the waistband of her nappy, stuck to her with buttercream. Daddy just needed to give her more, that would make up for it!

Mobius retrieved something out of the fridge: a small metal container, and shook it up.

Loki may have been bothered by the second little’s fussing if he had not spotted Mobius’ plan.

She pushed on her tray and kicked at the step, while working herself up to a scream.

“Nothing a little more sugar can’t fix,” Mobius chuckled before leaning in and squirting just a little bit of cold whipped cream into her mouth.

Sylvie froze.

“How’s that?”

Loki giggled and opened his mouth wide for some, too.

Sccchhhhh the can hissed.

“Dah-dee silly!” Loki cooed with his mouth still full.

Slowly, a smile crept onto Sylvie’s face. She licked around her lips and babbled something to Thor, who warmly greeted her and asked if she had liked the cake her daddy had bought, as if she was capable of a coherent response.

“Umumam! Mmnumum!” she answered.

Thor grinned at her and set his plate in the sink. “Would you like to tell me more?” he asked, setting his elbows on the little’s tray without heed to the mess she had painted on it with green and yellow colors.

“Aah!” she squeaked with a grin. “Ahbaba!”

“Do you like being all messy like that?”

Sylvie continued to babble back at him as he grabbed a paper towel and began to wipe her face and hands.

“Don’t worry too much about cleaning her up,” Mobius told him, finally getting Loki’s equally-frosting-covered tray removed. “I’m gonna run them a bath.”

“That would be best.” Thor agreed as he realized the amount of cake he was dealing with. It was like none of it had even made it into her mouth.

“Cake!” Sylvie finally managed to spit out as she was removed from her high chair.

“There’s more in there for you,” Mobius reassured her. “You’ll have another piece after dinner tonight, I promise.”

She hummed and stuck her fingers in her mouth as Mobius held her wrist in one hand, and cradled Loki’s bum in the other.

Mobius ran the water warm with some lavender bubble bath and began to wipe down the tots with a washcloth while sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, leaning down to get the messy littles as they sat on the tile floor, playing with their rubber bath toy boats and sea serpents until Mobius had them take turns lying down so he could get them out of their diapers and clean them up to get them ready for the warm water.

Sylvie made an audible sigh as she submerged herself, stretching out underneath the layer of bubbles, only for Loki to plunk himself in after her and rudely demand she share the room.

After the water had been drained, and Mobius was just as sufficiently soaked as they were, he broke the news of what was going to happen next.

“No nap fir birfday!” Loki scoffed.

“Aw, but I’m so sleepy!” Mobius countered, pulling the towel wrapped tot into his lap. “You can’t help daddy go to bed either?”

“Help?” Loki asked cautiously.

“Yeah, you two and Thor just need to help me take a nap. Last night was just too much for daddy.”

The little ones looked at one another and then nodded.

“Tor no tire,” Sylvie mumbled.

“What do you mean ‘Thor’s not tired’? What do you think he’s doing right now?”

Mobius redressed them lovingly and tried to convince them he was taking so long because he was just getting so tired. Loki and Sylvie would giggle in response, especially when Mobius leaned over and “fell asleep” on their tummies after buttoning up their onesies.

Before leaving the bathroom with them, he set their pacifiers into their mouths and velcroed thick, fleece baby booties onto their feet.

Mobius poked his head out the door to tell Thor that they were all done. Then he looked down. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as Loki tried to crawl past him.

The little one babbled as Mobius picked him up.

“You wanna go see your big brother?”

“I’m coming!” Thor yelled, setting down his video game controller and taking off his headset.

“They’re helping put me to bed,” he explained. “Do you think you could help them read a story?”

“Absolutely!” The god lit up as he said it.

Mobius hopped up onto the ledge of the crib and invited the littles up, too. They had been crawling to help Thor pick a story, and only hesitantly stood in order to climb up and snuggle next to their daddy.

Mobius slid up the bars and gave the two baby littles their bottles before giving Thor the thumbs up to start the story.

For a second, as Thor began to read, there was a wave of peace. Mobius found himself in between two babies who’s bottles hissed gently as they suckled. His arms were tucked around their backs, and in return, they each wrapped their legs around one of his.

Then, Loki opened his eyes and looked up.

“What’s up?” Mobius whispered.

He took the bottle out of his mouth and held it up to Mobius.

The adult grinned “Hey, what’re you--”

“Seepy!” Loki loudly whispered back.

Mobius tried not to chuckle or spit up milk. He simply accepted it and relaxed, letting out a loud sigh and closing his eyes.

When Thor closed the book, Loki decided that Mobius had had enough. He removed the nipple from Mobius’ mouth, taking it back with a little bit still left at the bottom and setting his pacifier in its place.

“Happy birthday, brother.” Thor smiled over the ledge of the crib as he watched the exchange. “Sleep well.”

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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part 30 <<

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

Summary: Loki and Eva have their wedding night.

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

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Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

As the party started to wind down the reception room began to empty. Eva had her head rested on Loki's shoulder. Tony knew she was exhausted and being pregnant didn't help. Eva and Loki bid good night to all of their friends and safe travels to all who were not staying the night. Loki picked her up and carried her back to their room, he didn't put her down until he carried her over the threshold and set her down on the bed.

"So you're now officially my wife, I am the luckiest man in the nine realms, and you are pregnant with our first child. Darling, I can't wait to see you grow my child, you will be so incredibly sexy. Speaking of sexy, let me assist you out of that gown." He smiled.

"Not before I peel this suit from your body." She growled. Her fingers slid under the jacket and slipped it off his shoulders. His lips meeting hers in a Hungary kiss. She began undoing the cuffs putting the special links on the side table, then went to work on unbuttoning his shirt. The soft shirt slipping from his shoulders and drifting to the floor. She couldn't keep her lips from his skin kissing the spot under his collar bone that drove him wild. Finishing up with a nip of her teeth. "Husband, do with me what you will, I am at your mercy and only belong to you."

"Stand up." He purred. When she did he unzipped the gown from her letting the fabric pool at her ankles. "Again you without the underthings... shall I just make this an expectation for every formal event going forward?"

"I think you should."

"Very well next formal occasion you will repeat this and I will enjoy edging you while we attend."

He swatted her ass then laid a trail of kisses from the center of her lower back around her hip as he turned her, still wearing her boots. Leaning down he assisted her in removing them. Hooking one leg over his arm he kissed her sensitive inner thigh. "Mmm I can smell your arousal from here my sweet. Bring yourself closer to me." He put her knee over his shoulder as his lips suctioned onto her sensitive nub. His tongue dipping down to swallow her arousal. The moans leaving her lips making his cock harder in his pants. Pulling her first orgasm from her he drank it all in. "Gods woman you taste so sweet, the best thing that has ever passed my tongue... you may now finish undressing me, and be neat about it."

She set to undoing his pants on her knees she removed his dress shoes, and placed them neatly next to the bed. Shimmying his pants over his thighs, she was greeted with his naked hardness. Not wanting to take her eyes from him she carefully folded the pants laying them on top of the shoes.

"May I taste you My King?"

"Please do my pet."

She settled herself between his legs. Licking from the base up allowing her tongue to circle his sensitive tip. She placed her lips to the head and slowly she took him in her mouth to the back of her throat going down to the base. His head rolled back with his jaw just hanging, he loved the feeling of her wrapped around him so completely. As she began moving his moans became pants "gods woman you take my cock so well, and soon you will swallow all of my release."He said between breaths. He tried to match her pace, and just gave in to the pleasure she was giving him. "Princess. I'm right there, what ever you do don't stop." She kept up the pace and soon felt the sweet fluid coat her mouth and throat. Moaning against his cock he thrust his hips forward pushing out every last bit of his seed. He laid back on the bed moving up so he was fully on it, and beckoned her to join him. Taking a few minutes to catch his breath.

"If this is what I have to look forward to, we should have been married sooner my Love." Straddling his hips his soon to be engorged again cock resting between her dripping folds, she started rocking her hips, gaining the friction she also desired.

In an instant he flipped them over so her back was on the bed. "Now for your turn, you naughty little girl." She felt his magic take hold of her spread legs, "I want you to watch, I want you to see how amazing I think you taste." He flicked his hand and a large mirror was leaning against the wall so she would see him. "I want you to watch me take you and make you unable to form sentences." Another one appeared showing a different angle "I want you to see your release as it costs my cock while you come undone on me." And lastly one on the ceiling. "Daddy, please don't leave me empty."

His toes curled when she called him that. "Eyes on me little girl" he dipped his head between her legs and licked lazily at her wetness. He took two fingers and ran them across her slick. "Do you see this? And I haven't really touched you yet, you are always so responsive to me." He placed his fingers at her mouth. She took them in sucking every bit of moisture from them. He went back to licking her clit, then replaced his tongue with his thumb. His tongue plunging deep into her, licking and sucking on her. She was writhing beneath him. Moving only as far as the bonds would let her. "Cum on Daddy's tongue." He growled. Her release forming quickly, "Daddy May I cum now?" She felt the pleasure winding up "yes" then the band snapped and she came into his mouth he licked every but from her skin.

"Still the sweetest thing I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth." He placed his hand on her leg to steady the shaking. Crawling up the bed next to her he kissed her sides and chest licking her neck and nibbling on her earlobe.

"Please daddy May I have the pleasure of your cock filling me?"

"No little girl not yet, I am not yet done with you."

"Please??? I need you so bad."

He smiled evilly and placed his fingers in his mouth. He used the wet tips to circle her hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and finger. Her moans hitting a crescendo. Drawing a line from her sternum to her clit, she shivered under his touch. He swiped his fingers in her wetness and pushed them through the folds until he had two fingers scissoring trying to loosen her up some to prepare for him. He began plunging them in and out of her. "Damn, that feels so good."

"How good?" He added his thumb rubbing circles on her clit. Her hips trying to rise to meet his touch, but not getting very far.

"Oh gods, I'm so close... May I Daddy?"

"You may." His lips capturing her moans as she drenched his hand he pulled his fingers from her overly sensitive body. "What do you want little girl?"

"I want your cock, I want the hardness to fill me I want to touch you.... Please???"

He lined himself up with her dripping swollen pussy. "Are you ready for me?"

"Always." And he pushed himself in burying himself in her to his balls. Pulling a high pitched scream from her. Her hands and ankles released. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he started a pounding rhythm into her. Her arms hooked under his her hands on his back. She angled herself to get better depth. Their moans echoed off the walls. Their mouths moved in sync with each other. "Princess, I'm on the edge," his thrusts were sloppy "I need you to drench my cock."

"My god, I... I... shit...." Her head rolled back as her juices coated his cock, he followed shortly after filling her with his seed.his hand holding her neck, his forehead resting against hers. The sweat pooled on their skin as Loki pulled out and laid next to her. He pulled her to his chest.

"Eva I love you."

"Love you more Loki."

Giving into exhaustion she closed her eyes and fell asleep in the safety of her husband's arms. They woke the other a few more times that night for rounds 2,3 and 4.

Th following day they woke around noon and grabbed some food with the others in the kitchen. "When do you leave for your trip?" Asked Bucky.

"We need to be at the airport around five for the flight, and I need to finish packing." Responded Eva.

"The you need to get your ass in gear Pips." Chimed in Tony.

"Is she always like this?"

"With packing for a trip? Or a mission? This is actually her doing it in advance." Tony laughed.

"Keep it up shell head, I'll have my husband turn you into a frog." Eva said leaving the room to finish packing.

#loki #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki of jotunheim #loki x eva #dragana #avengers #tom hiddleston

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rosaline-black · 3 years ago

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 - 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗

Category: Loki Laufeyson X Fem!Reader

Summary: you are but a simple handmaiden, daughter of the cook, but Loki is enchanted by you.

A simple cook's daughter should not have taken his attention as you had. It just wasn't fair. Loki remembered the first time he laid eyes on you. He must have been only around six or seven. A small boy tumbling through the gardens of the palace, his eyes wide with wonder, gazing upon the mountains of flowers and herbs.

A sweet giggle took his attention as his green eyes scanned the fields before him, a small girl stood staring up at who he presumed to be her mother. The older woman slipped a yellow flower behind her ear and passed her a book before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead, retreating to the castle.

Now Loki wasn't sure what he was feeling, it was unfamiliar and almost painful, his stomach burnt and his cheeks were heating up as his eyes travelled all over this girl's face. How mortifying.

Before he could run away, the girl caught his eye and he was ready to pass out right then and there. Her lips curled into a kind smile as she clumsily waved at him, almost welcoming him over. So Loki reluctantly stumbled over, his eyes still glued to her.

"Hello... my mummy said if I see someone alone I should invite them over... or give them a gift… here…" you said sweetly, passing him the yellow flower from behind your ear.

Loki huffed almost defensively "I wasn't alone... I was just... looking for my brother..." he spat it almost unkindly, but still took the flower from your outstretched palm.

The girl's smile wavered but she seemed determined to befriend him, something Loki himself wasn't accustomed to.

Years passed and an understanding between the two of you grew. They were by no means close, which was mainly Loki's fault. He was completely infatuated with you, to the point where merely being in your presence reduced him to a bumbling fool. However much he pretended to stay aloof, one little smile from you and he was drawn back in, this is how it had been for centuries.

Now young adults, you becoming a fully-fledged handmaiden and him competing with his brother for the crown, he wanted nothing more than to find a way to speak with you, court you. It was just difficult.

His father was adamant about him meeting the ladies of the court, the more appropriate suitors that he had lined up for him. All of them were far too gaudy and judgmental. He could tell they didn't care for him personally, just his status which sickened him to his stomach. When they'd attempt to chat to him he could only see you. Your beautiful smile without a hint of malice or greed.

On this particular evening, he found himself being spoken to a particularly pushy lady of the court, Sigrad. They were seated in the corner of the room, his chin resting in his palm as he tried to take in anything she was spewing, it was mainly gossip she had picked up from her time around nobles. Pure dribble.

"So I was saying to this one lady of the court that..." Sigrad had been distracted by something behind him as she clicked her fingers "Excuse me... maid? More wine..."

A pair of delicate footsteps sounded behind him and as you approached Loki turned, his eyes igniting as his lips curled into a smile. Sigrad must have caught wind of this and she cleared her throat, glaring at you with her nose raised high. With a flick of her wrist, Sigrad swatted the bottle of red Asgardian wine causing it to spill all down the front of your white linen maid apparel.

"Oh sorry about that maid... fingers must have slipped..." Her smirk alone proved there was no sincerity in her apology whatsoever. Before Loki could even react, you were racing from the banquet hall.

"So where were we-"

"We were nowhere Sigrad... take your pathetic pompous self somewhere else before I have you removed from the court for good..."

You were in pieces. The man you loved was surely now reminded of your lowly status, in probably the most humiliating way possible. That pompous whore had the nerve to embarrass you, for what reason? You weren't sure.

Pressing your back up against the pillars outside the banquet hall, you finally allowed the tears that had been building to fall as breathless sobs wracked your entire body. For once you would love to feel as though your status didn't affect the way Loki would treat you, but your fate seemed to not fall that easily.

A gentle hand touched your shoulder causing you to finally open your eyes, being met with Loki's concerned ones. His brows furrowed as his eyes searched her face.

"Are your alright love? What that shrew did to you was awful..."

You merely nodded and pulled away from him before he could pull you back in again. Logistically, this could never work between you, and no way could you be his secret. Not that you expected him to have any interest in a simple maid. Daughter of the woman who cooked the king’s meals, you were nothing.

"Where are you going?" Loki called out from behind as you began to turn away and race down the hall.

"My prince I have duties to complete this is not the time..."

"You're upset, let me help you..."

You didn’t mean to, your hand swinging around in an attempt to silence his pleas for your stay, that same hand connecting with the prince’s nose. Crimson liquid poured from his nose like a tap, and your hand reached out in a panic, almost like you were having a crack at catching the blood to relieve his Asgardian leather of getting damaged somehow. While all of this you couldn’t help but mumble mindless and strained versions of the same apology, well if he didn’t like you before, he probably hated you now.

“No matter… really I have a handkerchief it was an accident”

You had no idea that he was doing everything to stop his voice from wavering. Not because of the pain of a surely broken nose, but because the feeling of your warm caring hands on his face had sucked all thoughts from his brain. He thought of you like a vacuum for his inhibitions, a strong mead silencing all logical thinking.

“My prince… I’m so sorry… please just don’t terminate my employment… my mother and I need the money and-“

“Do you think that of me? That I would… oust you out after a mere accident…”

Your eyes finally met as you took one step to distance yourself from him. Would he? All the other handmaidens spoke negatively of the younger prince. He was cold, didn’t enjoy the same sexual escapades as his brother, and for the most part, kept to himself. You didn’t understand why those were negative attributes, you had always enjoyed the quieter people, they were calmer and usually kinder. Maybe you had overthought it? The prince couldn’t have been that bad, he had defended you…

“No… no sorry, I just… gods this is so embarrassing…”

Your eyes cast down again, but a singular finger lifted your chin to face up, those eyes creasing, pleading with you. What was he doing? Was he pulling your face to his? Were your lips about to brush?

Well, you never found out, a pair of heavy footsteps approached, and the moment was ruined. The worst part was the way Loki drew away, like the thought of being caught with you was ever so mortifying.

“Brother your timing is impeccable…”

You couldn’t bare to hear the rest, you just couldn’t. So, you ran.

Loki couldn’t stop punishing himself. You had disappeared since that night, he assumed you were avoiding him, not surprisingly. He had completely cocked it all up. The prince had guessed you thought he didn’t want to be seen so close to you, but that wasn’t the case. Loki knew if you were seen with him by anybody, even his witless oaf of a brother, your job would be at stake.

Not only would you be terminated for coercing a royal, but you’d be ousted from your home in the castle, and you and your mother would be reduced to beggars in a nearby village. The thought kept him up at night.

However, Loki had an idea. The thought of living a life courting anybody but you was not a life worth living, which is exactly why he was on his way to the throne room. Odin would have to allow this, and if he didn’t well he would find a way, you were worth it.

“Enter son…” his father’s cold voice called.

There he sat, the man with all the power, the god of gods who controlled his son’s fate.

“You requested a meet son…”

“Yes, father… I know you wish for me to court someone…-“

Instantly interrupting his son, Odin continued “Ah yes… how was Sigrad? I know she has an interest in you… very accomplished young woman… soon to be in the running for one of you mothers ladies in waiting..-“

“Father she’s insufferable…”

He definitely shouldn’t have snapped, he was here to bare his soul to his father, offer up anything to allow him to let him call you his own, and he was already being cruel. Loki needed to make a note about controlling his temper, even if his father made the fire of anger burn within him.

“Oh? So is there someone else?” his voice called out, a questioning brow raised.

“Yes… but she’s…-“Odin’s beard he couldn’t even get the words out.

“Spit it out son…” his father yelled.

“ITS’S Y/N FATHER…” He shouted in return, his usually pale countenance red with emotion. He could imagine where you were right now, probably folding bed linens and caring for self-important nobles who didn’t deserve your attention. No, they should be doting on you, for your benevolent goodness alone. You didn’t deserve to be some handmaiden his father was probably trying to remember as he filed through his own thoughts.

“The handmaiden… cooks daughter…” he muttered, clearly not all that impressed.

The silence was thick, the worst silence Loki had ever experienced. This could be it, Odin could banish you here and now, blaming you for bewitching him. A sigh left his father’s lips and Loki let his mouth fall in a straight line, holding his breath for the verdict that would decide his life.

“Very well… you can court her, but her position remains until she accepts your courtship… after she will have to remain as a noblewoman, bad for the image to have you marrying a maid…”

Three weeks, three whole weeks you had managed to avoid the god of mischief. Purposely trading shifts with the other handmaidens so you wouldn’t be fixing up the prince’s chambers. You couldn’t handle the cringeworthy altercation you had shared that evening. It was the type of thing that haunted your dreams, punching the man you loved and then nearly kissing him.

Your thoughts had been so all-consuming you had yet to notice the tall lithe figure watching you from the doorway of the washing rooms.

“Sorry…”

You jumped out of your skin at the deep voice your skin prickling with goosebumps. You turned your body around, your eyes widening at the sight before you. There the prince stood, yellow flower in hand, nervous smile twitching as his eyes didn’t leave you. Before you could question him, he spoke again.

“A young girl once told me if I saw somebody alone I should try to befriend them… or gift them… here”

The flower resembled the one you had given him all those years ago, unbeknownst to you, it was that same very flower. Preserved by his mother’s magic that same day, it was Loki’s greatest possession and now, now he was giving it back to you. A symbol of his devotion.

“My flower…” you mumbled almost dumbly, what was happening?

“I have come… to ask you… gods why is this so hard…”

“Yes…”

“But you have no idea what I was going to ask?” Loki stated his eyebrows raising as you walked to him, placing your palms on his shoulders.

“Well unless I have misjudged this awfully… I believe you’re asking… to court me, for reasons I’m still unsure of…”

Loki huffed again, that fond memory of your first meeting giving you déjà vu.

“Because you my dear… are the most enchanting, kind-hearted, and selfless creature of all of Asgard… and I… I’ve loved you for longer than I care to admit…”

His words made your heart flutter like thousands of doves were blooming from your chest. His lips on your own making the feeling repeat.

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stjarnaloki · 3 years ago

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God, Squared (Thor x Loki x fem! reader)

semester is over. who's ready for some filth?

Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: 18+, restraints, slight degradation, unrelated brothers please be mindful. Tags: sub!:oki (ish), dom!loki (ish) thor is very tender, slightly dom!reader, use of restraints, lots of kinks, absolute filth, self-indulgent fantasy. reminder that reblogging is the best way to share fics and please don't repost. please enjoy <333

You kicked the door to your room open in annoyance, flushed and sweaty and grumbling to yourself at the inconveniences of the morning.

Upon arriving at the training room, you’d found your gloves and boots missing. Unlike a sword that you could go without for one day, you couldn’t exactly go barefoot into the sparring ring.

The palace was nearly a 20 minute walk, but you’d run it in 10, panicking that there would be a surprise evaluation the one day you’d decided to forget your most important equipment.

Except you never took your uniform out of the training grounds. Not ever. You certainly wouldn’t have taken it back to your room.

Ah. As your foot found the door and your eyes fell on your quarters, everything suddenly made a lot more sense.

The two banes of your existence, one blonde and one raven-haired, lounged on the armchairs by your window, long limbs and various bits of armor hanging off the armrests.

“Did you hide-” you spoke immediately, but were cut off.

“Your gloves, yes,” said Loki, his green eyes glimmering of mischief. There was no other glow like the kind Loki got when he was being insufferable.

“And are those my…”

“Your boots, yes,” Thor finished, looking all too pleased with himself. “Taken by us to lure you back to the palace so we could fuck you.”

You looked from Thor to Loki, and from Loki to Thor, your mouth slightly open from the audacity of them both.

“Well done, brother,” Loki said. “She’s speechless.”

“Fuck off,” you scolded, stalking over to try to grab your gloves from Loki’s hand. He vanished them instantly, tucked away in some hidden fold in reality that only he could access. You swatted him on the shoulder instead, and he grabbed your hips in response, pulling him down possessively on his lap.

“She’s not exactly thrilled as you said she’d be, brother,” mused Thor to Loki, who had risen from his chair when you walked over. Always a gentleman, even when he was trying to get in your pants. “I must say I’m surprised, I thought we’d given you a wonderful time last week.”

Now your cheeks flushed. Loki’s hands were taught on your hips, and he’d begun to move your hair away from your neck.

“I don’t exactly have the privilege you two have when it comes to ditching your duties,” you spat. “Might I remind you I’m not a prince.”

“No, but a princess…” Thor said as plainly as if it were well-known that you were his sister, a fellow heir to the throne. It sent a shiver down your spine, one that you were sure Loki felt from where you quivered on his knee.

“Except I’m not,” you retorted. “I worked hard to become a warrior and every time this…happens I risk losing everything. You, on the other hand, would lose nothing,” you added with a heated stare in Loki’s direction. “I’d just be another body on your list.”

Loki tsked, his turn to be petulant.

“Darling, you’re far more than a quick fuck in a dark corner,” he purred.

“Wow, thank you so much Loki,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “The bar is incredibly high.”

“Oh, hush…” said Loki. “We have a lot to lose, too. You’re the only one who’s ever been able to handle both of us…” he whispered the last words, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He let his hand linger on your jaw, and as if on instinct your hand nuzzled it closer. He smirked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Now kiss me, and make Thor watch…” Loki murmured, drawing your face closer to him by your throat.

You let your lips fall within millimeters of his own before you denied him.

“I don’t think so,” you whispered, and with a nip to his bottom lip, you grasped the hands at your waist and lashed them quickly behind his back with your belt, which you’d been sneakily unbuckling since he dragged you down.

“What-” Loki said, looking distraught.

“Change of plans, Loki, since stealing my things was your idea, I’m going to go fuck your brother,” you said as you left his lap, swaying your hips as you walked up to the blonde burly man. He always seemed to glow in sunlight, and this morning the rays that caught the braid in his hair made it look like spun silk. You turned around to look at Loki as you grasped Thor’s thick cock through his trousers, making his knees buckle a little.

“And you’re going to watch…” you finished, and a cry of protest escaped from Loki as he writhed where he was tied.

Thor was round where Loki was angular, his deep blue eyes pools of kindness where Loki’s green ones were shrouded in mystery.

“Gods,” Thor groaned as you palmed him again, the tent in his breeches straining against your hand. “Brother, she’s outdone you…”

You couldn’t reach his lips as you stood in front of his bulk, so you settled with basking in the adoring gaze that Thor was showering you with.

“No she hasn’t,” Loki said, unable to hide his annoyance. “I could get out anytime. I choose to play along…” he said, his eyes flitting over you and Thor.

You walked back over to Loki and placed both hands on his knees, leaning over him so cleavage poked out of your tight training suit. His eyes flicked there and back to your face ever so quickly, his expression one of stony determination.

“Yes Loki, you’ll stay right here, won’t you?” you said. “You’ll stay here because secretly you like watching me fuck Thor. You like hearing me moan his name instead of yours, don’t you? You like feeling small, defeated, weak…second best.”

Loki said nothing, but his lips pursed in a silent rage. You smirked, undoing the zipper on his trousers so his cock slipped free.

“Oh, my darling,” you crooned, stroking the shining tip with one finger. “So hard already.”

Thor was behind you now, trailing his hands up the curve of your waist as he kissed your neck, right in front of Loki. You let your head fall to the side at the gentle tickle of his beard, eyes falling shut at the sensation. You let him undress you tenderly, his thick fingers were always more delicate than you expected, and soon the two of you were completely naked, entwined on top of the white sheets. Your tongues tangled together and you swallowed each other’s moans, each knowing the other was being just a bit louder than usual because of the audience.

“Promise me, brother, you’ll let me taste her…” Loki moaned as Thor finally gave you what you wanted, stretching the thick girth of his cock into your entrance.

“Perhaps…” Thor’s voice hitched as he settled all the way inside. “But you’ll taste me there, too, brother,” he said, beginning to snap his hips faster, building heat and wetness between your legs.

“Oh, Thor,” you cried. Something about the way Thor said “brother,” imagining Loki licking the essence of both of you between your folds, made you feel light-headed.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” you gasped, pulling Thor’s mouth to yours as he hit your back walls over and over again, the girth of his cock pulling you apart at the seams. From the corner of your eye you saw Loki writhing against his restraints, bucking his hips into the air for relief that never came.

“You like that?” Thor said back into your mouth, the question half-goading, half-genuine because even buried to the hilt inside you, Thor couldn’t help but check if you were alright.

“God, yes, I fucking love it,” you cried. “More, tell me more.”

“I think-” Thor started, then was cut off by a particularly hard clench around his length. “Shit…Who do you think Loki wishes he was more? Me or you?” Thor rumbled with a smirk.

“OH- ah-” you moaned, your nails leaving red ribbons on Thor’s brawn as his cock hit your cervix. “T-t-tell him how my pussy feels and then he can answer.”

Thor kissed you sloppily, more of a gnashing of tongues and breath before he did as you said.

“Brother, - gods - she feels like silk,” Thor moaned. “The tightest warmth in the nine realms - fuck - I want her all to myself,” he cried before pulling out all at once, panting harder than before and tearing holes through the bedsheets with his fingers.

“Don’t you dare…” Loki growled from his chair, nearly shooting venom from his mouth.

“Norns, brother, I almost came,” Thor ignored his brother as he panted, his eyes squeezed together in his denial of release.

“No no no…” you whined, stroking his chest in an effort to calm him. “I haven’t fucked you quite long enough, Thor…”

Fresh fire sparked in Thor’s eyes with his name on your lips. He tossed a self-satisfied glance at his brother before lining himself up at your entrance once again. His cock pressed into you this time with a wet sound, exhaling all at once as your warmth surrounded him.

Thor cursed your name to the gods as he began to move, your wetness drenching his balls and spreading on the sheets below you.

“Loki…” Thor moaning his brother’s name felt like sparks in your cunt. “Would you like to see her ride me?”

“Fuck you,” was all Loki groaned, but his cheeks were redder than Thor’s. Behind him, the restraints left his wrists red and raw from his desperate attempts of escaping.

“I think that was a yes,” you said, wrapping your arms around Thor’s neck. In one motion he rose to his knees and flipped you on top, his cock wedged inside you the whole time.

You arched your back as you pressed yourself up Thor’s sweaty chest, fully aware of Loki’s eyes feasting on the curve of your ass. It thrilled you, putting on a show like this. You heard a strained fuck from where Loki was restrained, and you shot a smirk at Thor.

One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit a few times. The result was exactly what you wanted; an overwhelming feeling of pleasure radiating from your belly, another wave of slick coating Thor’s cock and dripping down his thighs.

Wetter now more than ever, you lifted yourself up ever so slightly, settling your hips back down onto Thor’s cock with a squelch.

“Fuck,” Thor grunted through gritted teeth. “Brother, look at her. Look how well she’s riding me.”

You tossed your head over your shoulder and bit your lip as you began to fuck onto Thor faster. Loki looked like a wreck. The shining red of his cock was spurting clear fluid and a giant puddle of it had formed on his stomach. His face was contorted half in rage and half in a daze.

“Loki…” your voice was a sultry whisper, and you saw his cock jump on his stomach when you said his name. “You’re being so good, so patient,” your voice was a whine, and if Loki had his hands free he would have clapped one over his mouth to keep from screaming. Instead, he bit his lip until he tasted copper, the sight of Thor’s cock filling you to the brim nearly too much for him to handle.

Wet slapping noises and Thor’s obscene grunts filled the room. Your moans were approaching feral territory, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t exaggerating them just a little bit to make Loki’s flush a little deeper. You couldn’t help it, the thrill it sent down your spine was too addicting.

“W-will you release him?” Thor panted his question, grasping the small of your back with large hands to slow the rock of your hips. He was dangerously close to coming undone.

“I wish for him to feel you before I ruin you…” Thor groaned with a shaky exhale, trying to ease you off his length.

“Ah ah-” you resisted Thor’s strength with a delicate flutter of your cunt around his cock. His hands fell away and he moaned deep in his throat. “I want him to watch you come inside me, Thor,” you said crystal-clear, tossing an evil glance over your shoulder at the mop of sweaty raven-hair that had once been Loki, twenty long minutes ago before you’d fucked his brother in front of him. “Ruin my cunt, I’m begging you.”

Thor looked dumbstruck. You’d never allowed him this before; it was always Loki you wanted to be filled with.

“Are- fuck - are you sure?” Thor asked, but his eyes pleaded for permission.

“Yes, Thor, darling,” you purred, one hand rubbing the firm expanse of his bronzed chest. “Come inside me, please,” you rocked forward, feeling his bulge against the taught skin of your stomach. “Right here,” you said, taking one of his hands and pressing it into your low belly. When Thor felt himself move inside you, darkness flooded his eyes.

You heard a distraught, jealous groan from the corner of the room, and you knew you'd touched a nerve.

Thor's thrusts became animal, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your shrieks that threatened to break every glass surface in the palace. His cock felt like a wedge splitting you open, as if you were nothing but a piece of wood between his hands. You were about to splinter into a million pieces with the God of Thunder inside you, making a scene while his adopted brother wasn’t even allowed to touch you.

The thought sent you over the edge. With a scream that ricocheted from your lungs, your cunt clenched around Thor’s cock, locking him inside you as every muscle in your body tensed.

“Thor…” you moaned his name as you came, piercing his deep blue eyes as your cunt milked him in rhythmic flutters.

A bolt of lightning flashed outside, rattling the entire palace. Thunder roared at the same time Thor exploded inside you, and through your white-hot pleasure you felt warmth coat your walls.

With a heaving breath, Thor’s bruising grip on your hips relaxed a little. His cock twitched and sputtered inside you, the sheer amount of seed he had spilled in you already beginning to leak out. Thor let his cock slide out of you with a groan, white dripping from his tip and your slit. You felt deflated and limp from your orgasm, but a whimper from the corner of the room reminded you that you weren’t done yet.

“Let me have him,” you murmured to Thor, and he understood. His knees wobbled a little as he rose, and Thor undid Loki’s restraint with one hand. The trickster was hunched over his aching cock, whining with the unfairness of it all. When his hands broke free, he stood up quickly, choosing to glimmer away his clothing instead of bothering with undressing.

Loki approached where you lay, almost tentatively. How shocking was it that you made the God of Mischief so obedient? His eyes raked over your body, from the damp hair that clung to your forehead to the fingers in your cunt that plugged up as much of Thor’s come as possible.

“Come here,” you drew him close with a crook of your finger. In an instant he was on top of you, kissing you like a man dying of thirst. You moaned against his mouth, not realizing how much you’d missed the sweetness of his lips.

“Are you jealous?” you murmured when Loki came up for air.

“You are…” Loki started, biting your neck hard enough to make you clench around air. “The biggest pain in my fucking ass…” he whispered into your ear, licking the spot he’d bitten to soothe it. “Insolent. Greedy.”

You just giggled under Loki’s monstrous gaze.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you now?” Loki growled, already stroking his cock with the copious amount of precome he was leaking. “Or do you have a line of suitors outside the door who have to spend in your hole before me?”

“Brother…” Thor said sharply from where he sprawled next to you.

“It’s alright, she likes it,” said Loki. “She’s our little slut, don’t you remember?”

“Yes, my prince,” you said, biting your lips as a sign that Loki could now take whatever he wanted from you. Thor moaned again next to you, his cock sticking straight up again as he watched Loki line himself up at the hole he’d just spilled himself in.

And so he did. Loki plunged into your overused cunt and gasped, the buildup and denial you’d put him through nearly enough to make the first silky squeeze of you send him over the edge. He grit his teeth and held back his seed, determined to bring you to a better orgasm than his brother.

“Thor just warmed you up, didn’t he love?” Loki panted, curls falling over your face as he pierced you with green eyes.

“Loki, let me touch her…” Thor groaned again. Not three minutes had passed since he slid out of you, yet here Thor was, begging to have his hands on you again.

Loki grunted, possessive, but the way his cock quivered dangerously inside of you made him oblige.

“Let’s make her scream, brother,” he said ruefully, angling his hips to hit the very back of your channel. Already the pressure was building, and with Thor’s thick fingers circling your clit, your moans soon became short and breathy.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried. Loki’s brow was furrowing as pleasure rippled from your core to his cock. He was going to spill inside you, right where his brother had just done five minutes ago.

“Come for me, sweet girl,” Loki murmured, the silk of his voice not matching the violence of his hips that was rocketing you forwards. “Come for your prince. Explode on me.”

“That’s it,” Thor was saying, and your eyes flitted from blonde to black from tan to white and blue to green, and suddenly you were screaming Loki’s name, your back arching into the mattress as pleasure opened up inside of you once again.

“Augh-”

Loki tensed a second after you did, warm white filling your belly even fuller than it was before. Your mouths collided as he spent himself, and with his tongue in your mouth and his seed flooding deep inside of you, you’d never felt more full in your life.

Loki’s arms shook and then gave out and he fell in a sweaty pile of black curls on your chest. A bronzed hand stroked his hair out of his face and you hummed into his neck, laying little kisses along his pale skin.

“Thank you, love,” you murmured, soft enough that only Loki could hear. He raised himself on shaking arms to lick into your mouth, a slow and tender caress of his tongue that told you that he'd fucked away all his malice. Well, at least in the current afterglow.

You dozed between them for awhile, and awoke still sticky between your legs with both brothers’ release. When you came to, they were both staring at you in transfixed silence. Thor traced the curve of your breast and Loki spread the folds of your cunt apart, watching the white seep out of you.

“Boys,” you said in greeting. Two equally devilish smirks were returned.

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maple-seed · 2 years ago

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Thrown - Chapter 20: The Rabbit and the Tree

Summary: Two of Thor's friends come to visit New Asgard. Loki finds an opportunity for revenge.

Word Count: 2,702

Author's Note: Wow, 20 chapters? I can't believe you guys are reading this stuff. What a bunch of nerds (I love you).

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Loki and Thor were meandering near New Asgard's docks, the afternoon sun glinting off the water. Their official duties were complete for the day and there was some time to kill before they met you for dinner. Their friendly conversation was broken when an aircraft passed overhead. Its shape was almost bird-like, the wings had fins fanning out like feathers. It appeared to be landing in the field just outside of town.

Thor whooped and grinned and swatted Loki on the arm. "Come, Loki, these are friends." He started off at a jog toward where the ship had landed and Loki followed.

When the brothers emerged from between the buildings of New Asgard, Loki had to take a moment to adjust to the sight. The ship had set down in the field and opened its bay. Coming down the ramp was what appeared to be a bipedal raccoon and a person who was also a tree. There was one silver metal crate resting in the grass and the raccoon was directing the tree in unloading a second. Thor called out to them and the raccoon turned around.

"Ey, Thor!" He quickly jumped out of the way, the tree creature had dropped the crate to wave at Thor. "Watch it, you idiot! You almost crushed me!" "I am Groot." The tree responded apologetically. The raccoon climbed on top of one of the crates, which brought him to about eye level when the brothers drew near.

Thor beamed and greeted them both with a handshake, though the tree pulled him into a hug. "The Guardians! It's so good to see you both." He turned to Loki. "Loki, this is Rocket and Groot. I've mentioned them. They helped to forge Stombreaker. In fact, its handle was grown from Groot's arm." He patted the tree's arm for emphasis. "I am Groot." The tree swelled with pride. "Pleasure to meet you." Loki stated dutifully. The raccoon narrowed his eyes and leaned in close, inspecting Loki's face. Loki disdainfully took a step back. The raccoon looked unimpressed. "So this is the dead brother?" Thor chuckled. "Yes, this is my brother, Loki." "Meh. He's okay I guess." The tree gasped. "I am Groot!" Rocket shrugged. "What? I said he's okay!"

Thor laughed and threw an arm around Loki's shoulders, perhaps to calm the irritation that was clearly mounting. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit, friends?" Thor valiantly tried to redirect the conversation.

"Quill's meeting with the Avengers for some reason or other. Groot and I thought we'd pop over and bring you a present." He grinned and tapped his foot on the crate beneath him. "We were liberating some artifacts from this guy out in Tarnax system when I noticed these and said 'Hey, Thor would probably like this!'" "I am Groot." Groot was indignant. "Okay, okay, maybe Groot pointed 'em out but I knew you'd want 'em." He was unfastening latches along the top of the crate. "These gifts," Thor stepped closer to the crate, looking apprehensive, "you stole them?" "Nah, not these ones." Rocket waved his hands in defense. "Turns out the guy was already dead so technically it was looting." "Even so, I-" "Look, just let me show you what we got!" With that he kicked the top of the crate and one half of the lid slid off onto the ground.

The crate was filled with books. Thor picked one up and turned it over in his hands. "These are-" "Asgardian." Loki said as he lifted a book from the crate and the brothers shared a look of disbelief. "Eh? Eh? Pretty good, right?" The racoon stood above them with a toothy grin. Thor was overjoyed. "Rocket, this is incredible!" "Yeah, he was some kinda pack rat." "I am Groot." "A collector, whatever." He pointed to the aircraft. "We got these two crates plus another one on the ship. I figured you'd want 'em all since your kingdom or whatever got blown to hell."

Loki sifted through the books, he noted that the subjects varied wildly. They ranged from memoir to medical guide to history to fiction. It seemed whoever had gathered this collection was mostly concerned with their Asgardian origin rather than their content. Loki wondered if the owner had even been able to read the texts.

Groot had opened the second crate and Thor was inspecting the contents. "We must compensate you for this." "Oh, sure, what did you have in mind?" "I am Groot!" Rocket's ears pinned back. "Yeah, fine. Stark already paid us." He crossed his arms and glared at the tree. "We could've been paid twice, you dummy." Thor laughed and clapped Rocket on the back. The raccoon barely kept his footing. "I must remember to thank Stark for his generosity. This is cause for celebration. We-" Thor's face fell. "Oh, I had forgotten, we were meant to dine with a friend tonight. We must let her know we can't attend."

In that moment a positively delicious idea occurred to Loki. "Nonsense, brother! You know how much our friend loves to host, I'm sure she'd be happy to have two more at the table." Thor hesitantly agreed. "I suppose that is true." "Of course it is. Here, give me your phone and I'll explain the situation to her while you catch up with your friends."

Thor turned Loki away from the Guardians, who were now bickering about unloading the last crate, and lowered his voice. "You will warn her of the... nature.. of our guests, yes?" Loki scoffed. "Obviously." Thor nodded and placed his phone in Loki's hand before turning to assist Groot on the ship.

Loki strode away from the group, smirking as he found your name in the device and dialed. "Hey, Thor." Your cheerful voice came through. "No, even better." You gasped. "Loki! Look at you joining the 21st century." "Hardly. I still don't understand the appeal of this technology." "And yet you're using it." "Thor is occupied. He's had an unexpected visit from a couple friends. We were wondering if they could join us for dinner or if we needed to break your heart and cancel." You laughed. "I would be heartbroken. Bring them over, there should be plenty." "Wonderful news. We'll see you shortly."

He hung up and walked back to the group with his arms spread wide. "She says the more the merrier." Thor grinned. "Excellent!" He turned to the guardians. "I believe she is making roast tonight, it is a very fine dish." He paused. "I must ask you to please be kind to her, she is a very dear friend." Rocket waved dismissively. "No problem. Terrans love me." "I am Groot." "Well, Quill does." "I am Groot." "He does most of the time."

The crates of books were brought into town and stowed safely, and the group set off on foot toward the destination of dinner.

"You guys seriously just walk like this all the time?" Rocket had clambered onto Groot's back pretty early in the journey. "I could whip you up a ride pretty easy. You'd be there by now." Thor chuckled. "We could have a vehicle, if we wished. The walk is quite pleasant, and we can better enjoy your company and the scenery." Rocket looked up at the trees and mountains, unconvinced. "I guess."

When the party arrived at your door, Loki made sure to place himself in such a way that he would be able to see your face while also ensuring the new guests would be in full view when you opened the door. Rocket had climbed back down from Groot's back and was standing on his own two feet, perhaps to be more presentable. Groot was staring at your yew tree. Thor knocked.

The door opened, you were smiling. "Hey-" Your eyes landed on the two new additions and for just a split second your expression was everything Loki had hoped for. You recovered quickly but he had committed your startled look to memory. He kept his face neutral as you replaced your smile. "Hey, boys! Who are your friends?"

Thor introduced you to Rocket and Groot and you didn't hesitate for a moment to shake their "hands" and invite them inside. "I am Groot." You hesitated. "Yes, it's nice to meet you, Groot." "Groot ain't got very sophisticated speaking skills." Rocket was leading the group inside. "He says he likes your tree." "Oh." You took this revelation in stride as you looked back to Groot. "Thank you, it's-"

You were cut off by fierce, bellowing barks. Ash had rounded the doorway from your bedroom and charged forward at the sight of the unusual guests. You ran and caught him by the collar, he stopped and barked again.

Rocket had fled to Groot's shoulder and pulled a weapon from nowhere. "Hey, what gives!?" "Sorry, sorry, he's just not used to, uh, visitors like yourselves." You were working to calm the dog, he had gone quiet but still stared fixedly at the guests. "Fair enough." Rocket put the weapon away but remained perched on Groot's shoulder. "Ash is a most amiable companion, once he knows you." Thor added. "I am Groot." Groot smiled and waved at the dog, who did not respond at all. "Why don't you guys hang out for a minute, I still have a few things to get ready for dinner and Ash needs a second to cool down." You motioned to the couch and led Ash away to the kitchen.

Thor and the guardians took seats in the living room, discussing their recent exploits. Loki stood with them for a moment before excusing himself.

In the kitchen you were working at the counter. You had instructed Ash to go to his bed and technically he had complied; he was on the cushion against the wall, but standing at attention and keeping a watchful eye on the visitors in the living room.

Loki came to stand beside you. "You don't seem quite yourself this evening." Your elbow caught him in the ribs, he laughed and flinched away. "My, little bird, you are in a state." You narrowed your eyes at him. "You think you're funny." "Oh, I'm certain that I am." "Look what you did to my poor dog." You motioned to Ash, who was still focused on the new arrivals. Loki did feel a slight pang of guilt. "Unfortunate collateral. I'll make it up to him." "I hope it was worth it." "Oh, darling, the image of your face when you opened the door will buoy my spirits on the darkest of days." He was smirking unabashedly. "You just wait. I'll get you back for that." He chuckled. "I'll not be taking any more walks with little old ladies." You stopped and looked up at him with mischief in your eyes. "You really think I'd try the same thing twice? Revenge will be easier than I thought." "I admire your confidence, however misplaced it may be." "Shut up and put some plates on the table."

Satisfied in his victory, Loki began setting the table. You laid out the food and he noticed you placed a box under the cushion of one of the chairs. "For Rocket." You quietly explained when you caught him watching.

The meal was ready and you called the group to the table. You wasted no time at all engaging your new guests in conversation. Ash remained ever-vigilant from his bed.

"You guys are the Guardians of the Galaxy?" "I am Groot." "That's us." Rocket was examining the fork he'd been given. "This galaxy?" Rocket shrugged. "Eh, close enough." "You cover a lot of ground, er, space, I guess." "Yeah we go all over, hero-ing here, saving there. All very righteous stuff. We even saved Earth from an evil planet, once." Your brows furrowed. "You saved Earth from a planet?" "Well, the planet was a guy." "They brought us the most wonderful gift today." Thor swallowed a mouthful. "Books! From Asgard. A collector had gathered quite a number of Asgardian books that had been taken off world before Ragnarok." "That's amazing!" Your eyes lit up as if it was your own culture's victory. "What sort of books?" "Quite an eclectic variety." Loki cut in. "They span many subjects." "That's fantastic!" Your enthusiasm was tangible as you turned to the brothers. "I'm so happy for you." Thor smiled. "It is quite the boon." "Yeah, we are pretty great." Rocket gloated. "I'd love to read them." You caught yourself, and looked a little sheepish. "I mean, I know I won't be able to read them. But to see them would be really cool." Loki couldn't help but find your eagerness charming. Thor nodded. "They will be available to everyone, eventually. For now they are simply to be kept safe. I'm going to speak to Stark about having each one scanned, catalogued, archived, perhaps even duplicated. These are precious, we can't afford to have any lost to us again."

The conversation turned back to the Guardians and their adventures; your curiosity was insatiable. You seemed to recognize Rocket's embellishments in his tales, but you were amiable enough to accept them without mention. Thor of course captivated you with the story of the forging of Stormbreaker.

Groot spent most of the meal watching Ash, who, in turn, was watching Groot. Groot would smile or wave or speak to the dog, and looked dejected when he didn't receive a response. Eventually, he took a piece of roast and stretched his hand out to Ash. Loki and Thor waited, expecting you to stop him, but you merely watched. Ash was clearly conflicted; torn between his desire for roast and his need to not come near this strange creature. Groot eventually set the roast on the floor at Ash's feet. The dog found this acceptable, and ate it quickly. Groot offered him another piece, and this was taken from his hand with only a little hesitation.

"I am Groot!" He grinned at the group. "You reprimand me for feeding Ash from the table." Thor sulked at you. "Well he isn't scared out of his wits by your presence." You responded.

By the end of the meal Groot had made fast friends with the dog, who eventually came to sit beside him. This seemed to have put you more at ease as well. You stopped watching him so closely and became further engrossed in the conversation. You seemed considerably disappointed when the evening came to a close, with Rocket stating that they had to get back to New York. Everyone stood and you walked the group to the door.

"Thanks for the chow." Rocket gave you a two-finger salute. "I am Groot." "Groot says thanks also." You smiled. "It was my pleasure. You're welcome back any time."

You meant it, Loki took a moment to observe. It was something he admired about you. Outside of your absurd stories or the occasional act of charity, you very rarely lied. Most people told a dozen little lies throughout the day, small pleasantries or lies to keep the peace. But when you wished someone well or told them you hoped they had a good day, or even when you offered to host bizarre aliens for dinner, these were all things that you meant truly. He wondered where you got the energy.

"I am Groot." The tree spoke to Rocket as they stepped outside. "No, we can't get one." "I am Groot?" "Because I would be the one that would end up having to feed it and take care of it, that's why." "I am Groot!" "Look, start by cleaning your room and then we'll talk about it. Maybe a fish or something." "I am Groot." He pouted. "Fine, go ask Quill about it, then! I don't care."

You hugged Thor goodbye and gave Loki his usual nod. As he was leaving you spoke low enough that only he could hear. "Watch your back, Loki Odinson." He looked over his shoulder and offered a confident smile as you closed the door.

Rocket looked down the road and threw his hands up in frustration. "And now we gotta WALK all the way BACK! Why do you live like this??"

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earlgreydream · 3 years ago

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𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. || 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐚/𝐧: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 🥰 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“It looks great, your professor will love it,” you said softly to Peter, leaning over his shoulder as you helped him with an assignment for his college art class.

“Thank you, I don’t even know what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re totally and utterly helpless without me, a mortal,” you teased with a laugh, making him smile and shake his head.

“My superhuman abilities don’t extend to art. Now go, Loki’s been pacing outside the door for an hour. You better relieve the god before he has a nervous breakdown waiting for you,” Peter said with a smirk.

“I told him to wait until I was done helping you,” you shook your head, though you hid a smile behind the sketchbook in your hands.

You pushed open the door of the conference room the two of you had converted to an art studio, nearly knocked over by Loki.

“Are you finished?!”

“Yes! You’re awfully impatient for a god who’s been alive for thousands of years,” you teased your best friend, running off down the hallway.

“How much help does the kid need? Besides, you promised to show me this midgardian cultural icon!” He complained, hurrying to keep up with you.

“You’re so dramatic. Star Wars isn’t going anywhere, Lo,” you set down your sketchbook on your desk, smiling to yourself as Loki took his usual place on the grey couch in your room.

“Move over,” you ordered, grabbing the remote off of your side table and flipping on your overly large television, a gift from Stark when you had first moved to the Tower, a frightened young intern with a love for movies.

Loki slipped to the end of the couch, parting his legs for you to lie between. A giggle burst through your lips as Loki used magic to make a bowl of popcorn appear in your lap, eating a piece from your fingertips.

“We’re starting with number four,” you announced, making his brow furrow.

“But that doesn’t make sense.”

“It’s the first one that came out,” you explained, but he protested that it was ridiculous.

“Shush,” you whined, settling down against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on top of your head. Loki’s gazed was locked on the film, his chest vibrating with laughter at the silly jokes of the robots. You giggled as he squeezed you tightly during the exciting scenes, your happy laughter pulling his attention toward you, away from the movie.

“I like Yoda, he’s so cute,” you grinned, pointing to the little green alien on the screen.

“Not so much as you,” Loki teased, tugging gently on a lock of your hair.

You swatted his touch away with a shy smile, griping as he stood up from the bed.

“Why are you leaving me?” you whined, pouting as you watched the god cross your bedroom.

“I’m not leaving you!” he insisted, a clone of him appearing directly beside you.

You gasped, always startled by his magic. A squeal left your lips as the fake Loki reached out and grabbed you, dragging you across the bed by your ankle, towering over you in a teasing threat.

“Loki!” you shouted, trying to push his copy off of you, shrieking with laughter as he tickled the bottoms of your feet.

“You’re horrid,” you accused through breathless laughter as he vanished, your best friend returning to your side with a blanket and an armful of candy.

He grinned, settling back down and flipping to the next movie. You caught your breath, sitting on the end of the bed, immediately distracted by the start of the next movie. Loki leaned against the headboard, watching your delight over the opening scene. His heart raced in his chest, butterflies erupting in his stomach when you smiled at him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, your face growing warm as you realized your best friend was staring at you.

“I just love you, is all,” Loki answered casually, the words spilling past his lips before he thought about it.

A beat of silence passed between you, Star Wars temporarily forgotten. Your heart jumped in your chest when Loki spoke the words, part of you desperately wishing that he meant the words in a deeper sense than the way you thought.

“I’m sorry... I wanted to tell you in a slightly more romantic setting,” Loki broke the silence.

“What?”

“I love you.”

Loki held his breath as he waited for your response, terrified that you might not feel the same. Fear washed over him, worrying that he just destroyed his friendship with you, the one he’d been in love with from the first time you met.

It had been storming only days after you’d arrived at Stark Tower. A new addition to the team, you didn’t feel like you fit in yet. Especially given that you weren’t an avenger, you were only Stark’s assistant, someone to make sure the team was taken care of while he was locked in his lab, creating new weapons. It was a Saturday, your first one since moving in, allowing a day where you weren’t rushing around with work, and you could just relax and enjoy your new home. You weren’t quite sure what to do at first, eventually finding yourself in the library, painting at an easel by the window.

Loki had found his way into the library, the place he often went to hide from his brother and their rowdy teammates. He was surprised to hear music, pushing open the door to investigate. You were so lost in your art, you didn’t notice his arrival, or the way the god was absolutely spellbound by you.

“Hi,” you’d said softly, noticing him when he peered over your shoulder to see what you were painting.

“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Loki.”

“God of mischief,” you’d smiled, a flash of amusement glittering in your gaze.

“You love me?” your first response was a question, afraid you’d misunderstood the god, only imagining the words you ached to hear.

“More than anyone or anything in my entire life,” Loki confessed, reaching out to touch your face.

“All I’ve ever wanted was for you to love me back. If you don’t, I’m so sorry that I’ve ruined things,” he rushed out.

“Loki, Loki. I love you too,” you interrupted his fear.

His worried expression broke into a joyful smile, your assurance washing away all the anxiety he felt. You leaned in, gently kissing Loki, feeling as if fireworks were bursting at the touch. He kissed you back, cradling your jaw and parting your lips with his tongue.

Loki smiled into the kiss, laughing softly when you broke away for air. Your arms were around his neck, fingertips playing with the black curls that framed his face. He hugged you tightly, feeling your warmth against his body as you embraced him.

“I was worried you didn’t feel the same way,” Loki admitted, blue-green eyes completely vulnerable as he studied your expression.

“I was afraid of ruining our friendship if I said something. Loki, I’m so in love with you, I don’t know what to do with myself. You’re this great force that came into my life and shifted my center of gravity. You’re everything to me.”

“You’re my everything,” he leaned up to kiss your cheek, his heart warming at your smile.

You leaned forward, pecking his lips again, laughing as he kissed you even as you tried to sit back up. Loki tightened his grip on you, sliding you even closer, so your legs were wrapped around his hips, your chests brushing with every breathless laugh that fell from your lips.

“Oh, my darling,” he murmured as his lips kissed down your jaw, spreading warmth through your chest.

“Say it again,” you whispered shyly, his words affecting you more than he realized.

“Hm?” he asked, sitting up to gaze at you, perched on his lap, your fingers playing with his curls.

Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment as you refused to meet his gaze, amusing the god. You knew he knew what you meant, but he loved to tease you just a bit, adoring the way you grew shy around him so easily.

“Loki,” you whined, embarrassed as he tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze.

“I love you, my darling,” he gave in, earning a gorgeous smile in return.

“I like hearing you call me your darling.”

“I like saying it.”

He hummed against your head, pressing another kiss to your temple. You indulged in his soft touches, melting into Loki as he hugged you. Loki jumped a bit as your bedroom door swung open, Peter covering his eyes as he saw the two of you kissing.

“Shit, sorry!”

“It’s fine,” you laughed, pecking Loki’s cheek before slipping off of his lap.

“I thought you were just watching a movie! I can come back...”

“Do come back,” Loki interrupted, grabbing at your leg to try to stop you from climbing off the bed.

“It’s fine, what do you need?” you escaped Loki’s grip.

“I was just wondering if you could help me really quick?” he held out the sketchbook to you, needing assistance on his last piece of homework.

“Certainly.”

Loki started the movie from the beginning, hitting pause while he waited for you.

“Since when?” Peter whispered, referring to you kissing Loki.

“About a half hour.”

You fixed the drawing for him, shaking your head as Loki hurried him out, wanting privacy with you. You walked back to the bed, taking his hand for balance as you climbed between his legs.

“I still want to watch The Empire Strikes Back.”

“Go ahead, I want some of the sour patch kids,” you nodded, reaching for the candy that had been tossed aside on the bed.

Loki started the movie, stealing a couple pieces of candy from the bag in your hands. He pulled the blanket over the two of you, resting easier now that he knew how you felt. You were able to relax too, accidentally drifting off in his arms, making the god’s heart soften even more.

He kissed your forehead, turning off the lights, all but the magic stars that glowed on the ceiling, a gift from him. You stirred a few hours later, waking in the middle of the night at a loud crash from Tony’s lab down the hall.

“Hi,” you whispered, a sleepy smile crossing your features as you looked up at Loki.

“Hi, my darling.”

Green sparks glittered from his fingertips, transforming into tiny ships from Star Wars, darting overhead as they did in the film, holographic planets appearing in your bedroom above your head. You watched in wonder, your eyes following the little millenium falcon that hovered overhead.

“I’m so glad you’re mine,” you breathed, reaching up and taking his hand, making the magic vanish.

“As am I,” his nose bumped against yours before he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

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donaweasley · 3 years ago

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What If

Pairing: Loki x Fem! Avenger! Reader

Plot:

A silly game of “What-Ifs” between two friends eventually leads to the realisation that the future, if spent together, may not be as bleak as they had anticipated it to be. A dialogue-based best friends-to-lovers cliché.

Warnings: Relationship angst, too many dialogues, long read, happy ending!!!

Read time: ~28 mins

Author's Note:

It's a long read with far more dialogues than can be deemed healthy. The reason is, I didn't want their arc to feel rushed. It had to be cooked slow. Another reason is that, I can't help hearing my characters, and it triggers a flood of dialogues! I'm trying to work on controlling it. 😬 Hope you enjoy!

Now has a sequel: Their Little Secret

“C’mon! You’re breaking the rules now,” Loki casually waved his hand at his best friend.

“I’m not. There’s nothing to answer really,” (Y/N) replied with a shrug.

“There must be something on your mind!”

She pretended to think for a second, and shook her head.

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It was a usual night in the compound. It was just another night when one of these two friends had called the other in the middle of the night for some midnight snack. It was just another of those happy times when they had tiptoed into the kitchen like thieves because...no, no one would mind some missing nachos or ice creams, but because it was fun!

It wasn’t easy for Loki to open up to someone, let alone to allow the other person in. Neither was it easy for (Y/N) to trust somebody, given her past, especially when that somebody was infamous for betraying almost everyone, at every step, not to mention his attempts at ruling Earth and causing massacre.

But time is a healer and a magician.

And here they were now, looking at the moon-washed night life through the west-facing glass wall, and playing a game of “what-ifs”. One would say that it was silly and immature; some would even call their talks gibberish. But when the night was so relaxed and carefree, why wouldn’t they be?

The pale yellow orb hovering above the western horizon cast a soft ray of light through the glass wall. Oblivious to its movements across the room, Loki and (Y/N) were wrapped in a thin blanket on a couch, their feet resting on two separate pouffes.

It had all started with a silly question, something like, “What if you weren’t stuck in this building tonight?”, or something along those lines; they didn’t even remember correctly anymore.

One question led to the other, and soon they found themselves tangled in a game of questions that would have been enough to create an alternate reality. But eventually, they found themselves, not answering with imaginary scenarios, but debating over one particular question:

“What if you find the love of your life tomorrow?”

This question was posed by Loki, rather theatrically, amidst the many others that had tossed different possibilities of their near future. And it was here that (Y/N) refused to play along anymore because, as she stated, it was “the most silly question ever”.

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“So, you claim that my question is even worse than your ‘What if you were a Jotun cat’? What kind of a question is that anyway?” Loki teased.

“Of course, it is. Undoubtedly!” With one wave of her hand, (Y/N) dismissed his appeal.

“And how is that even logical, may I know?”

“C’mon, this entire game is out of the boundaries of logic,” she claimed. “Your behaviour is like that of a cat. Don’t make that face; it brings you closer to being a cat. And...a Jotun cat sounds cool!”

Loki sighed. “And my question is ridiculous! If the game is beyond all reason, then...” he shrugged, “say something...weird, and move on!”

“Fine! If I-if... If I meet the love of my life tomorrow,...I’ll stab him. Or her. Or them. I don’t even know.” She huffed.

“Ouch!” Loki made a face, ”Didn’t see that coming. I would enjoy the stabbing part though. Thank the Norns, you never declared your feelings for me!”

She looked at him sideways with a stern face. Loki noticed the irritation simmering just beneath her skin, ready to burst out at the next prodding.

“Hey,” he placed a hand on her arm, “what happened? Was it something I said?”

She turned her face away. But Loki wasn’t giving up that easily.

“(Y/N),” he gently tugged at her arm, “look at me.”

When she finally turned towards him, he held her by the shoulders just to make sure that she couldn’t move away again.

“Now, you’ll tell me everything. What happened?” He inquired again. “I thought you were having fun.”

“It’s nothing Loki, it’s just that...you know I don’t like discussing my non-existent love-life. It’s...it kind of makes me...sad sometimes. Especially in a setting like this!” She waved her hands at her surroundings. “I mean, look at it, a full moon, a silent night, blankets and… It just leaves me with this reminder that I’ll be alone all my bloody life!”

Loki’s hands slowly retracted from her form and folded themselves on his chest. And just like that, they both found themselves staring out of the window.

“I’m sorry,” Loki’s voice audibly reflected the guilt that had formed within, “I never intended to...”

“No, you shouldn’t be. It’s...I overreacted. I’m sorry, Loki. I just ruined the mood. Shit! And it’s not my hormones, mind you!”

“I know,” Loki chuckled. “And you did not ruin anything. It’s natural to feel, isn’t it?”

She looked at him with a raised brow, “Somebody’s learning!”

“Somebody’s got a good teacher,” he smiled.

“Aww!! I love it when you acknowledge my awesomeness!” She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him in closer, and pinched his cheek.

“Ugh! Let go of me! Let...go!!”

The room was filled with (Y/N)’s cackles and Loki’s threats as he wriggled out of her grip.

“Do that one more time, and I’ll stab you!”

But it wasn’t enough to stop her chortles.

“Would you now?” she teased, and raised her hands again in a faux attempt at squeezing his cheeks.

He swatted them away.

“Stop it!” He warned again, only to emanate snorts from her.

But the next second, his voice changed into a compassionate one, “Why do you think you’ll be alone all your life? How old are you anyway? 80? 90? Isn’t that supposed to be old in human years?”

Once again her cheerful mood fled behind a thick curtain of annoyance. But this time she did not look away. She simply rolled her eyes, and pulled her legs from the pouffe to sit cross-legged, and shifted to face him.

“No, I’m not that old. But why are you suddenly so interested in this topic?”

“Because suddenly, you seem to have found an interest in getting annoyed.”

“Then don’t annoy me.”

“Not in my nature, I’m afraid.”

She couldn’t decide whether to hit him or laugh at him.

“Loki-” She curled her fists and shut her eyes.

“I’m listening, darling,” he smirked.

Of course, she knew how stubborn Loki could be!

Who else would know that better than me?

“Okay,” she placed her palms flat on her thighs, “the thing is...I can never make a relationship last more than two years. I waste my time trying to establish a...a proper, long-lasting relationship - something permanent - and end up with a heartbreak. Every. Fucking. Time. I’ve given up. I’ve had enough! Now, even if anyone makes a move, or if I’m interested in someone, I just remind myself that it’s not gonna work! I just don’t put any effort anymore.”

Loki hummed in response; his eyes were focused on her as if he was trying to decipher a mystery.

“And,” she continued, “given my current ‘job’,” she air-quoted the word, “I’m more sure than ever that no one will last more than two months now!”

Once she voiced the storm in her head, her eyes softened and she looked down at her lap. Through hooded eyes, she stole a guilty, fleeting glance at her friend, who seemed to be musing about something really serious. His eyes were strained on the carpet, while his chin rested on a fisted hand balancing itself on his thigh.

For a long moment neither said anything. Only the distant buzz of the sleepless city floated through the air and filled the room.

It was Loki who disrupted the silence with a long and heavy sigh.

“I knew that Midgardian men were impatient, narcissistic-”

“Look who’s talking,” she smirked as she interrupted him.

He gave her a quick deadpanned stare before resuming, “-imbeciles, but I was beginning to think that they have good tastes in women. It’s disappointing, not surprising though, that they have proven me wrong.”

A small laugh almost made its way to its escape, but she pushed it back. “You think so?” She quipped.

He shrugged, “From what you’ve said, there is no reason to think otherwise.”

She sat a little straighter. “Really? Do go on!”

Loki immediately noticed the effect that he had planned for. Without giving away the joy of his small triumph, he continued, “Indeed! Look at you! You’re an amazing woman! You’re brave, witty, independent...smart...excellent with knives! And that’s my favourite thing about you, by the way. ”

Feigning offence, she exclaimed, “And I thought your favourite thing about me was that I tolerate all your tantrums, and keep up with your shenanigans.”

“I don’t throw tantrums, darling,” he pushed the accusation away with his silky tone, “and don’t tell me that you take no pleasure in the havoc that we wreck together.”

At this, she could no longer suppress the evil grin that spread across her face, “I do love a bit of chaos. It’s fun.”

“To think of it,” Loki added excitedly, “had you been on Asgard, you might have been the Goddess of Chaos!”

“Oh! Thank you!” She replied with a dramatic wave of her hands.

Both laughed at the way their words were unfolding.

“Thank you, Loki,” (Y/N) said after their little whirlwind of laughter had calmed down, “I guess I needed to hear something nice about myself. It’s been a long, long time since I heard it.”

“I meant every word of it,” he replied in a solemn tone that made something flutter in her chest.

Was it gratitude? Was it joy? Was it love for her best friend?

It was hard to tell. It seemed to be everything at once.

She simply smiled at him. “Even the ‘Goddess of Chaos’ part?”

“Especially that part,” he asserted, and she laughed.

“You’re the best, Loki!” She gave him a half hug.

“That, I definitely am. But you’re not too shabby yourself. And you should never ever be sad for someone else’s failure.”

“Alright, I get what you’re trying to do here,” she landed a playful punch to his shoulder. “I’m fine! Really! I just got a little carried away.”

“No, I really mean it,” he tried to assure her. “You are one of the most magnificent women I have known! And mind you, I’m rather picky in these cases.”

She laughed, “Of course, I’d know that! ... Loki, it’s...it’s alright. Some people just don’t have it in them to sustain relationships no matter how wonderful they are. I’m okay with it.”

“Come on! A narcissistic God is showering you with genuine compliments! And you’re still not convinced that it’s not your fault but of all those who failed to keep up with you?”

She tried another attempt at convincing him, “It works both ways.”

“Norns! I can’t believe you’re so foolish!”

“Enlighten me, please,” she drawled.

“I believe I have already established the fact that you are phenomenal.”

When she giggled and nodded, he carried on.

“Good. Now, your job, as you put it, shouldn’t be a hindrance in your relationship. You’re doing the marvellous job of being a guardian to thousands of people. People you don’t even know! How many would put their necks out there to do it?”

“C’mon, Loki, when duty calls, you have to leave everything behind and just go! Who’d tolerate that for days? They will snap one day.”

“I’d never do that!” Realizing his mistake, he quickly corrected himself, “What I mean is, had I been in their place, I’d have never done that.”

“That’s because you’re on the team,” she argued. “So, it’s normal to you.”

“No, it’s not because I’m on the team. I’d-” He sighed. “Fine, why don’t you try finding someone from this field? Stark’s parties are a great place to hunt humans.”

“‘Hunt humans’?” She snorted, “I like the sound of that. Nay, haven’t found anyone. Besides, mixing professional and personal life can be fatal. You never know when your personal life might get jeopardised because of a mission gone wrong. Y’know, the usual blame-game and all. I hate all that!”

Loki brooded over her words for a few seconds before asking, “I don’t get it. Why would it be fatal? I mean, look at us,” he gestured in between them. “We have a perfect understanding. We’d never blame the other for any petty thing. Or-or let it affect our friendship.”

“That’s because we have the perfect understanding, Loki! You said it yourself. It’s a rare thing that we have. And I can’t expect it to be with anyone else. They’re not you, Loki.”

“They’re not us,” he corrected her.

Joy seeped through his senses as he watched her face brighten up at his words.

With a nod, she continued, “You see, all that spark, excitement, promises - these sound really great at the beginning. As time passes, as the real world pushes in, love moves to the backseat. Love is not enough. There comes a time when you have to balance everything together, and love becomes one of those things. It becomes a chore.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow you,” Loki stated with a frown. “That sounds so sad!”

“It is!”

“Well, it shouldn’t be! Loving you shouldn’t be a chore! Let’s say...hypothetically...if I’m in love with you, then you’d be my passion. And passions never become a duty, not even in the worst of times. Instead, they help us breathe when everything comes caving in. You’d be my...my moment of peace in a war. How could I not be tempted to embrace this beautiful moment?”

“Unfortunately, Loki, that’s not how it works. See, when you have a lot on your plate, say your job, your dreams, your daily life and all the pressure that comes with these, you’ll find less and less time for your loved one. Things get hectic and eventually frustrating. You won’t be able to keep that flame alive even if you want to. And one day, you’ll come to realize that you have distanced yourself from your moment, even if you never wanted to. But it’d be too late. There’d be no going back.”

“I’d never distance myself from you! I mean, from my moment. I’ve been a king, and I know how taxing royal duties can be. Sometimes, it seemed like a luxury to get even a minute to myself.”

“See? So, how could you have found time for me?”

“I would have, darling. Not plenty, but whatever little time I’d have gathered, I’d have made them memorable. For you. For us. And maybe we could have gone on long rides occasionally. Rekindle the old flames? Or-or we could have gone on visits to other realms...for political reasons, of course, but could have taken the opportunity to spend a small vacation with each other. What do you say?”

Painfully tempting images of a life that could have been floated in her eyes.

“And what if we came back to Earth, and I got involved in...say, a job that was all hectic and left me all frustrated, and with little time for you?” She shrugged.

With a sigh, Loki shifted to face her fully. “We will take care of each other, (Y/N). If one gets low, the other pulls both up. And I know that together, we can do anything! I believe in you more than I believe in myself.”

She smiled brightly as she acknowledged, “That is...that sounds doable, yes.”

“You’re special,” he placed a hand on her cheek, “and you need to be treated in the most special manner. One that befits my queen.”

A moment passed between them as they looked into each other's eyes, both seeing the same beautiful picture.

His queen!

My queen!!

Wait, what is he...?

Damn! What am I doing! What will she...!

Loki cleared his throat as he abruptly pulled his hand back to his side.

“I’m sorry, I...”

“No, it’s okay,” she cringed at the way the words squeaked out of her. Clearing her throat, she continued, “We were just giving examples.”

“Yes, just examples,” he agreed.

“It’s fine! I understand.”

“Great! It’d have been quite...awkward...otherwise.”

“Oh no! It’s...uh...totally fine. We’re best buddies!” She gave his arm a light punch.

“Right!” He nodded, and focused his gaze on the floor.

After taking a minute to calm his heart, he wore his witty persona back.

“See, having a relationship is not at all tough. All you need is a good partner. And I’ve proved myself right again! No, wait. There’s something you mortals do. It’s...uh...about throwing something...”

“Goblets? We don’t do that. It’s you-”

“No, not throwing, it’s about dropping something...after you have proven a point...”

“...Mic drop?” She chuckled.

His eyes lit up.

“Yes! ‘Mic drop’. So, as I was saying, all you need to have a happy and successful relationship is a good partner. Mic drop!” He concluded as he mimicked the action.

She sighed. “There’s just one tiny problem. I’d probably never find the right person. The ones that flirt with me, don’t understand me, and the ones that understand me have friendzoned me.”

“I’ve never friendzoned you,” Loki quickly replied with a frown. “J-Just clarifying...in case you were talking about me.”

“Of course, I’m talking about you, you big oaf!” She flicked his arm.

“Hey! You friendzoned me.”

“No…? It was you! Well, yeah, I never tried to flirt with you or anything but...anybody could see that you were being just my friend.”

“I can say the same about you,” Loki playfully accused.

“Whatever,” she shrugged.

A thought started playing in her mind. And a couple of seconds later, she decided to say it aloud, “I...umm...Just curious...y’know, don’t take it in any other way. Did you ever think of flirting with me?” She put forward each word very cautiously.

Loki furrowed his brows, and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, she warned him, “Be honest!”

Immediately, his confident attitude changed into a helpless one. “Yes, I did. Maybe once. Or twice. But that was all! I assure you!”

She could hardly contain the amusement that was bubbling inside.

“What’s so funny about it?” Loki asked with furrowed brows.

“Nothing,” she shook her head as she tried to hold back her laughter, “nothing at all. It’s,” and then she lost it, “I’m sorry! It’s funny! I don’t know why, I find it funny hearing from you!”

“Look who’s laughing!” He said wryly. “I could clearly hear your thoughts the first few days after I stepped into this structure. Every compliment that your little mind cooed at my divine persona. And may I dare say that not all of them were decent.”

Her hysterics were long forgotten as her face went red at the comment.

“How dare you invade my mind?” Her hand had balled into a fist, ready to hit his arm when he caught it.

“I didn’t invade it, darling. You were practically shouting inside that pretty head of yours. I could have heard it from the other side of the planet!”

“That was a long time ago,” she refused to meet his eyes. “I make better choices and better decisions now.”

“Do you?”

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it without uttering a syllable, and crossed her arms.

Loki nudged her with his elbow. “Hey, it’s fun to tease you. Don’t be a spoilsport.”

“I hate you,” she peeked at him through the corner of her eye.

“What can I say,” Loki sighed. “Alright, if you say so.”

She smirked as she glanced at him sideways.

Loki cleared his throat in a not-so-subtle manner. “So, the next time Stark throws a party, I’ll find someone for you.”

Immediately, she face-palmed, and groaned, “No.”

“What?”

“Please drop this topic. And you’d probably find me a psychopath, anyway” She joked.

“That hurt!” Loki exclaimed with a hurt look masking his humour, “do you think so little of me? Can’t I find a proper partner for my best friend, my darling?”

“No, it didn’t hurt. Don’t fake it. I know you better than anyone.”

“No, you don’t. You-”

“I do. And...I’m fine, Loki” she reassured him, “being with myself, with the people here, being with you.” She gently bumped her knee into his.

“Will these be enough?” His tone had left the playfulness behind. “Will I be enough? For all your life?”

She shrugged, “I think so. You...stick with me all the time, you understand me, you...make me feel good. What more could I want to be happy?”

“You know what more you are missing. A friend can never touch the boundaries of what a lover can give you.”

“I don’t need a lover. Just be with me all my life, and I won’t need anyone else.”

He gave her hand a light squeeze. “I will. I promise.”

Her playful smile was back. “Thanks for all the pep talk, my dearest God. But turns out that I’m better off alone. Now can we please go back to the game? It’s my turn to ask you.”

“Alright,” he smiled back, “if you say so.”

“Stop saying that!” A defeated sigh left her. “You won’t be convinced, will you?”

“Probably not. Because I know that this will gnaw at you again a few days later. I know you’ll be sad again. And that I won’t allow on my watch.”

“God!”

“Right here, listening to you!” Loki quipped.

Rolling her eyes, she muttered, ”Damn you!” And proceeded to put forward a proper argument.

“The reason why I’m avoiding a new relationship is because I don’t want another heartache. I can’t handle breakups. That’s why I’m...”

When Loki didn’t make another attempt at dissuading her from her arguments, she added, “I just...try everything to avoid a heartbreak. Because when I get one, I lose control over myself.”

“Yes, I’ve seen. Once.”

“Then you must have noticed how vicious I become. Sarcasm drips from my mouth all the time, I say things that I shouldn’t, I...I hurt people. And in turn, I hurt myself. I yell at those who want nothing but good for me. But...”

“But being mean seems to be the only way to mask the pain,” he finished her line.

“It does, yes!”

She looked at him, and into his eyes that silently spoke of the pain that was resurfacing. She remembered something.

“You and I are so...alike!”

He nodded with a smile. “And maybe that is why we understand each other more than anyone ever could. … But we’re more than just being alike, if you think about it.”

She noticed how his voice gradually rose from its usual calmness to an excited tone, and his hands moved with his words.

Loki continued, “You point out my mistakes but don’t accuse me like everyone else does. You show me what’s right. And there’s this-this thing about you, which is so scary...the way you make me do all the things that you want. I-I mean, I am the God here! But you…a mortal...how can you have so much power over me?”

He sighed as his voice dropped to a compassionate tone, “You make me happy, (Y/N). You’ve taught me to forgive when I can, to forget what I can’t fix.”

“Don’t always do that,” she interrupted with a smirk.

His evil smile made a brief appearance before he resumed his warm note, “I like being with you. No...I love being with you! You make me feel good. You make me feel...I don’t know.... You make me feel…”

“Complete?”

“Yes!” He observed her, “You complete me.”

For yet another time, silence enveloped them. The only difference was that this time, it was comfortable. Even in their hushed moments, they could hear each other, know what the other wanted to say.

After a while of exchanging quiet stares, (Y/N) spoke, “All this time I believed, but now I know for myself, that you are indeed Silvertongue!”

Loki looked at his lap and laughed, but in the pale light of the setting moon, she noticed the pink that had crept up his ears and cheeks.

“I meant every word of what I said,” he reassured her once again that evening.

“I know, Loki.”

Loki watched her as she shifted to a kneeling position, and leaned towards him. He felt his face becoming hotter as she supported herself on his shoulder with one hand, and placed a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

As she settled back, her lips tingled with the memory of Loki’s skin on it.

They had been best friends, yes, but she had never allowed herself more than a quick hug because she knew that Loki wasn’t someone open to random touches. And she wanted to respect that. Always.

But this peck felt right. It felt necessary. And it felt...different.

What happened next wasn’t guided by logic anymore, but only by their senses.

Loki put his legs back on the pouffe, and scooted a little closer to (Y/N). Taking the cue, she shifted so that her leg was stretched out, and back on the pouffe - not on hers but his - and sat close to him. He arranged the blanket so that it covered them both again.

Another stretch of silence enveloped them. To them, the moment was beautiful. To Loki, who had never experienced anything similar before, it was precious. If he could stop time, he would have done it right then and there.

“Why haven’t you found anyone yet?” She asked him.

“Royalty has its disadvantages,” he replied without taking a moment to think.

She leaned back slightly to get a good look at his face, “Didn’t you ever find anyone from the royal...uh...what do you call it? Of royal blood?”

Loki laughed at her naivety. “Can’t say I didn’t. But none of them were the one. Besides, most people chose my handsome brother over me. And if anyone chose me, well, it was mostly because of my royal title. None of them were real.”

“That’s awful! I would never have done that to you! I’d have chosen you for the wonderful being that you are. But, I get it; happens on our planet, too.”

“Everywhere,” he asserted.

“So...who do you think is the one for you?”

He looked down at her face, which was mere inches away from his. For the first time in months of their friendship, he felt something swell inside his chest at the closeness.

“I still don’t know,” he whispered, “but I think the Norns might have started giving me clues.”

He didn’t need to explain, obviously. All the tension that had been building up throughout the night had placed them both on the same page.

Without thinking, Loki moved his wrist so that his palm was facing the ceiling. And instinctively, (Y/N) placed her hand in it, their fingers closing around each other.

"It's odd," she announced after a while.

"Indeed."

"It's weird. I mean, what were we even thinking!" She huffed, although she was still clutching his hand, as was he holding hers.

"Exactly what I was thinking. You and me?” Loki laughed nervously, “Come on!"

"Yeah!"

"Right".

Silence, their faithful companion for the night, visited them once again.

"Could it be? You and me?" Loki’s voice was a little more than a whisper, and bordered on the edge of confidence and doubt.

"Doesn't sound so bad. Not after all these... Talks?" She whispered back.

"Right!"

"Right."

And once again, they fell quiet.

The strangeness of the moment pushed them both into a whirlpool of thoughts. From acquaintances to partners to friends to best friends to...lovers?

Can this even be possible? What if it’s just a passing phase? What if everything goes back to normal tomorrow? Will we still be able to talk normally? But… This feels right. Just...right.

With a sigh, (Y/N) put her head on Loki’s shoulder.

"I don't want to rush into anything and ruin what we have," she confessed in a hushed tone, eyes staring into the night outside.

"Neither do I. You're the only one I have."

With a raised brow, she looked up at him.

"And Thor," he corrected himself with a small smile.

"Glad you remember him "

"Shut up.

Slowly, hesitantly, Loki put his free hand around her. Unsure of the appropriateness of the action, he kept his arm loosely hanging around her frame.

He waited for a while. Had Loki looked at her face, instead of looking straight ahead in fear, he would have noticed the small smile that had formed on her lips.

When she didn’t flinch or protest, he began to rest his arm properly but gently on her. He even went ahead and made the slightest possible effort to pull her closer to him.

The smile that had started forming on her now spread wide enough to turn into a grin. Its reflection was found on Loki’s face, too, who could finally muster the courage to look at her, although he was equally worried that she would be able to hear his heart trying to hammer its way out of his chest.

With every minute that passed, Loki became more baffled, for he couldn’t decide which moment he’d frame and hang on the wall of his heart as the most precious one.

"Are you feeling hot?" She asked without looking at him.

"A bit, yes. You, too?"

"Quite a bit, actually," she gulped.

"Is it normal?"

"I guess, yes. Totally! Had we been cool about it, it'd have meant that there's no spark between us. It’d have felt awkward, wrong."

"So, you agree that there's a spark between us?" He didn’t even attempt to hide the mischievous smirk that shone on his face.

"I had always suspected," she nodded.

"Hmm. When was the last time we went out for dinner?" He asked.

“Probably last month...or was it-”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at him. She could barely put a lid on her excitement.

"Are you proposing to take me out on a date?"

"Well, if we are going to do this, then I'd like to court you properly."

She felt like she'd burst out of sheer excitement.

"If you'd agree to it, that is" Loki clarified.

Taking a large breath, she replied, "I'd love it."

The night was going better than either had expected. Who would have thought that a game of weird questions and a few confessions could change their lives!

(Y/N) put her head back on his shoulder, and let her body slump against him. He held her confidently this time.

“It still feels weird though,” she declared.

“It does, yes, but...maybe this is...right?” In a long time, Loki was hopeful about something, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away. No.

“I hope so.”

“Me, too.”

“Just so you know,” she sat up straight, “Thor is handsome, yes, but you are devilishly charming. You’re intelligent, well-read, witty, sarcastic, great at combat...uh...”

“Go on,” Loki smirked, earning a playful glare from her.

“You are,” she continued, “seductive! And who can resist a sorcerer who knows his way around everything!”

The evil smile that Loki had put away found its way back on his face. “As far as I remember, I did nothing to seduce you. I wonder what will happen if I try...”

“Shut up, Loki! You know I give away raw compliments. I didn’t really mean...I didn’t think...”

He laughed heartily at the furious way she was blushing.

“I was only pulling your leg. I had imagined you to be wise,” he clarified.

“I am! It’s just... I was...” She shook her head.

“So,” Loki resumed, “you think I’m devilishly charming?”

“Drop the topic, please!”

“You can’t resist my sorcery, ha?”

“Please change the topic! Forget what I said!!”

Loki laughed as he continued teasing her. It wasn’t going to be an easy ride, she realized, with the God of Mischief, but it was going to be the best ever!

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“I know it was your turn to ask but, what if...you and I are indeed meant to be together?”

She smiled as she rubbed her cheek on his shirt, “I think we’ll have a gorgeous future together. And...I’d love that more than anything else.”

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The next morning...

“Morning, Wanda-”

“Shh! Shh!!” The red-haired witch silenced Natasha, and pointed towards the couch.

Curious, Natasha’s eyes followed the direction that Wanda’s finger was pointing at.

There, snuggled in a blanket, fast asleep, sat (Y/N) and Loki, their legs spread on a pouffe, tangled with each other’s. Loki’s arm was wrapped around her shoulder while she was holding his waist. Her head lay on his chest and his on hers.

“Aren’t they cute?” Wanda whispered.

Before Nat could reply, Tony’s voice cut the conversation.

“Who’s cute?”

This time, both the ladies shushed him, leaving a perplexed expression on his once sleepy face.

When they pointed towards the couch, Tony huffed, “These two! God knows what’s taking them so long to realise! They’re just so-” His face lit up. “Know what? I have an idea! I’ll make them confess. Who’s up for it?”

***

Now has a sequel: Their Little Secret

And...a song for keeping the feelings floating...💕

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 25 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 26

Summary: Loki gives you what you have craved since forever. You give him something in return as well.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Fucking cum inside me loki" His wife moaned underneath him at the same time as his orgasm washed over him. Once the sensations died down, he pulled out of her and he seemed lost so she clicked her fingers over his face.

"You alright baby?" she asked him softly and he grabbed her hand to place them on his chest,

"Hurt me " he asked her so she groaned as she sat up.

"Not this again Loki, can we just cuddle now please?" She asked him and he looked down, he felt ashamed.

"Just a little, just make me feel pain, I won't ask for anything else" he mumbled as he cupped her cheeks but she swatted his hands away as if she was disgusted by his mere touch. He didn't blame her, he was disgusted by himself too.

"I'm going to sleep in the other room" she tried to get off the bed so he grabbed her hand,

"No I'm sorry, don't go, i just—" she glared at him,

"You just what Loki? Do you ever stop and think about me?" His eyes welled up as she said that. He didn't want to hurt her but no matter how much he tried he fucked it up over and over again. He drove her away from him further and further.

"He just keeps talking..he won't shut up he keeps talking .. don't leave me alone" he tried to stop her but she snatched her hand away to sleep in the other room, sometimes he made no sense to her and he didn't blame her at all.

He was the only one to blame for this monstrosity.

.....

"I need two toothbrushes, one big towel, and a bar of soap that's not made from pig's fat" you said to Thor so he crossed his arms, he was having a can of beer first thing in the morning. Who does that?

"You'd share a towel with him but not a toothbrush?" He snickered

"Sharing towel is sexy"

"Norns you're obsessed with him aren't you?"

"What gave it away?" You crossed your arms and he chuckled. Loki was still asleep for once, he hardly ever drank so much on his own, only when he was in someone's company. You didn't want to disturb his sleep so you got out of bed and tried to arrange a few things. You wanted to shower before you two leave for home. Thor got up and looked around for the things you had asked him for. It felt nice to have people around that wasn't his mother or his one night stands. He indeed had two spare towels as well so he gave them both to you.

"How come we have cell reception in the freaking nowhere? I have gotten a million of calls since last night"

"I don't really know starling..but happy birthday. Are you legal now for him to fuck you yet?" Thor asked you and you glared at him again.

"I have been legal for five years now.. he's an angel you see" you answered him

"I do admire his self control, I don't think I'd be able to do the same if I had you" he mumbled as he looked you up and down so you walked towards him angrily.

"Did you just flirt with your sister? That's gross, by the way if Loki trusts you enough to bring me back here then I do too and that makes me feel that you would have done exactly what he did in this situation, unless of course your psycho mother would have interfered"

"Heyyy show some respect for your future mother in law. She's not psycho, just delusional" your face felt warm at the first remark and then you felt angry.

"She's a criminal and you should accept that" Thor chuckled at your rattled state. The chuckling and snickering truly ran into the genes.

"Ohh lookie.. the sleeping beauty has awakened" You looked behind and found Loki standing at the end of the corridor, leaning himself against the wall, he looked adorable with his hair all poofed up so you walked towards him and got on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Why weren't you in the bed?" He asked you as he held you by the waist as tightly as he could.

"I woke up early" you pulled away a little to look at him, his eyebrows were scrunched, he seemed hungover.

"I have a headache" he kissed your forehead so you smiled. Adorable was the only word you wanted to use for him at the moment. You grabbed his hand and walked him towards the couch to make him sit down. Thor was probably going to make an insulting comment but you glared at him, he seemed a little vulnerable and the last thing you wanted was for someone to take that away from him.

"Do you have Aspirin?" You asked him so he rolled his eyes before he went to the kitchenette, he brought a glass of water and the pill to give it to Loki which he ingested immediately.

"I got you a toothbrush and here's the towel, you shower first okay, you'll feel better" you smiled but it faded as soon as you heard his irritated response.

"Don't try to be my mother y/n" he mumbled as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"Sorry I'll go get ready to leave" you mumbled meekly as you turned around and disappeared into the room.

"Why would you say that to her?" Thor asked him as he sat down on a chair next to him.

"Because I'm a fucking monster and that's what I do" Loki yelled at him so Thor smiled.

"Take a shower, cool down and go wipe your lady's tears, she cares about you Loki, I'd kill for someone to just do that" Loki's eyes teared up as Thor said that. Why did he have to hurt you? He didn't want to hurt you today, not today, not on your birthday, as soon as the thought entered his mind he realized that he shouldn't be not hurting you at all, not just on your birthday but all of the days.

After showering he went to the room with the roof window and found you putting the same clothes on as you had before. You smiled as you looked at him, he had borrowed a fresh pair of shirt from Thor, it was flannel and he looked cute in it, he gestured with his fingers for you to come to him so you walked towards him, he noticed the sad look in your eyes and it rendered his heart.

"Happy birthday darling" he mumbled softly so you hugged him.

"Thank you, I have gotten plenty of calls, I don't understand how we even have the reception here–" he pressed his thumb on your lips to stop you from blabbing which he figured was your way of trying to hide the hurt you were feeling at the moment.

"I'm sorry, i know it's getting exhausting at this point since I'm not really learning anything but if I could just show you my heart and how hurt I feel that I snapped at you like that out there then I would" he mumbled softly.

"Loki it's okay.."

"It's not okay..it's not. Stop saying that it's okay because it's not sweetheart" your eyes teared up as he said that. He was trying so hard, he was doing his best, he was trying to not hurt you and you knew that.

"Like I said I'm yours to hurt Loki, it's okay that you hurt me sometimes when you're not feeling your best, all i know is that you don't hurt me on purpose and it's not going to ruin anything between us, it won't make me love you any less either" he kissed you as you finished your sentence, his palms went under your hips so you jumped into his arms and he picked you up immediately to press you against the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet little girl, you're the most perfect girl out there you know that? Just the best" you smiled as he mumbled softly, his words were lathered with sugar and they made your heart skip several beats.

"Am I your favorite?" You giggled so he smiled.

"You're my only one" you placed your head against the door as he sucked on your neck before leaving a trail of wet kisses down from your jawline to your clavicle. Your stomach rumbled so he looked at you "Just had a stupid sandwich last night huh?" He kissed your cheek so you nodded "I'm going to feed you baby..you want to be fed right? Mac n cheese?" He asked you softly and you felt a tingling sensation all over, you didn't think you'd survive him being so soft with you today.

"Yes please daddy" He didn't put you down, he walked you to the living space just like that and luckily Thor wasn't there, not that he cared in the moment. He made you sit down on the couch and kissed you again.

"Stay here my little girl, I'll make it for you" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him passionately but then you heard Thor whistling again and that made you groan.

"Fed the witch, wouldn't want her to die from starvation, that would be an easy way out" He chuckled so Loki sighed. Well he can think about Natasha tomorrow, for now he just wanted to focus on you.

"Do you have macaroni and cheese? If not, go get it for me alright? And I don't want the prepackaged ones, get macaroni and cheese separately, some herb mix too" Thor looked at him confused as Loki stepped into the kitchenette and started to rummage through his fridge. He had almost forgotten how bossy his brother used to be sometimes.

"Are you turning four today?" Thor asked you but Loki answered him instead

"Can you just get me the stuff?"

"Cheese is in the freezer, I don't have macaroons slash macrons .. would pasta work?" Loki rolled his eyes at him and looked at you for confirmation so you put both of your thumbs up.

"The queen agrees ayee" Thor quipped. You shook your head in disbelief and Loki smiled as he looked at you. You saw them arguing back and forth while he cooked but it wasn't a mean spirited argument, more like a brotherly banter. You couldn't help but click so many pictures of him on your phone, for once he didn't seem troubled or seemed as if he was lost in his head . He brought a fork full of pasta for you to taste so you opened your mouth and took the bite.

"Yummmmmy daddy"

"Yeah? Don't need any more seasoning?" His brows scrunched so you shook your head.

"It's perfect" he smiled and served the pasta in three bowls. For a moment you forgot that there was a woman tied up a few feet away from you all. Well you Almost forgot.

"I'll come tomorrow" Loki said to Thor so he nodded.

"See you tomorrow Little starling" you gave him tight lipped smile as he said that.

He finally drove you back home and you answered all the messages and calls you had received because of your birthday, they were mostly from the people you had worked with, Peter had put up an insta story with you and a few people wondered if you were his girlfriend.

Steve also called to wish you and asked you where you have been as you both weren't in the apartment all night so you made an excuse that Loki took you somewhere for a surprise celebration. You weren't sure if he believed it or not. You also wanted to go to a salone to get your itsie bitsies waxed smooth so he took you there. The receptionist couldn't stop staring, he did look fuckable like always.

"I'll be back soon" you said to him so he nodded and sat down. To avoid the constant gaze of the receptionist he took out his phone and scrolled through YouTube videos. Puppies did make him feel better.

You took a deep breath as you laid down on the table, you haven't been to this place before and it always hurt to get this done but you wanted to feel your sexiest Tonight.

"Getting married hon?" The technician asked you and it made you feel flushed, you didn't think you'd ever see a day where he'd marry you but then you didn't need it either, whatever you had with him was more than enough.

"Nooo I'm just losing my virginity" she looked at you and smiled

"To that hunk out there?" She asked you and you giggled.

"Yepppp" she gasped at the knowledge.

"Lucky you..You go girl" she made you feel at ease and you couldn't have been more grateful. Once you were done he took you back home, this time you both showered together.

In the evening you got dolled up, you took your time as you wanted to look perfect, you wanted to celebrate just the two of you so that's exactly what he was going to give you. Whatever you'd ask for he'd give it to you tonight. He didn't really need as much time as you to get ready so he baked a homemade cake first, then he put on a black shirt with a formal pant, he got it made a few years ago for an event he had to attend with Jolene. He put the coat on too but it felt too much so he took it off.

He dimmed the light in the living room. He wanted to do what normal people do in terms of decoration but the candle lights always freaked him out and they triggered you as well so he didn't want to do anything to upset you or ruin his mood tonight. When you finally stepped out of your room his eyes widened at the sight of you. You were a vision to behold.

You adorned an emerald green bodycon dress that went past your thighs, also paired it with stilletos to finish the look. You looked sexier than his imagination and he felt utterly blessed. He walked towards you and put his hand out so you placed yours on his, then he pulled you closer to kiss you. The heels managed the height difference, it actually felt amazing to be able to kiss him like that.

"You're beautiful my darling, so sexy" you smiled as he complimented you.

"You like the dress?"

"I love it"

"You look super sexy too, I want to take back what I said yesterday, you're the sexiest man to ever grace this universe..not just this planet" he chuckled as you said that. The slicked back hair made him look older and you fancied that alot. You always fancied the age difference, you didn't think you'd have cared if he was 40 even or 50.

"I didn't know what song to play..i uhhh–" he picked up his phone from the kitchen table and scrolled through the app to find a romantic song but you grabbed it from him and turned it off, his nervousness seemed adorable but you didn't want him to sweat. Not just yet.

You placed his phone down and grabbed yours instead.

"I have a song for us, want to listen ?"

"Whatever you need baby" he answered so you smiled "This song is how I feel about you" you connected your phone to the speaker.

He was expecting a soft sensuous romantic song filled with poetic words and what nots but he was surprised as he heard the drumroll from Rick Astley's "Never gonna give you up"

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

He walked around you as you started to lip sync and move to the beat of the song.

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

He grabbed your hand and he couldn't stop smiling at your crazy dance moves you just knew how to melt his cold frozen heart. The lyrics did feel romantic though.

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it (say it)

You twisted your legs side to side and went down quickly before you popped up again and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him for a moment.

"Come on dance with me" he shook his head as you said that so you gave him the puppy eyes,

Inside, we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

"Okay okay birthday girl..fine"

He pulled you closer as his hips moved side to side so you followed his rhythm.

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

You giggled as he spun you around before he dipped you in his arms. This was already turning into the the best birthday ever.

......

At the LAPD department Steve's phone rang so he picked it up immediately.

"Sent you the picture, a man was caught in the boulevard's target store security cam, the cashier said he bought a bunch of suspicious things that made no sense altogether" Steve looked at the picture immediately and his eyes widened. It was definitely Odin. He looked different but he'd recognise that monster in any shape or form.

He called Loki right after that but he got no response as his cellphone was turned off.

........

You jumped around with him like a child, the heels had to go for that and you didn't really care much, the song ended so you played it again because you weren't done just yet, mostly because he seemed happy too, for the second time in one day he didn't seem lost and your heart fluttered at the sight of his happy face.

"Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye" you screamed the lyrics at him, making him laugh in response. As the song ended he sat down on the couch with you on top of him, your mouth didn't leave his even for a fraction of second, he was more than eager to ruin the effort you had put into your makeup tonight, he wanted to tell you that you didn't really need it but the idea of messing that face up aroused him beyond belief. He stood up and took you to his bedroom, your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt on the way, you wanted him all naked on top of your naked body tonight.

You have suffered enough, he has deprived you enough.

As he put you down on the bed, he took a step back and admired the view but then his intrusive thoughts interfered. There was still a chance, he could still keep you protected from his filthy touch, there was still time for him to allow you to get out of his fucked up life, a part of him told him that he wasn't what you needed even though you were everything he needed.

The monster inside him that he hated so much told him that you deserved someone who won't make you cry all the time, who won't treat you good just on a special day, maybe there were good men out there who deserved to take this from you more than he did .

You propped yourself on your elbows as you found him lost in his head again and as soon as you saw his teary eyes you got up to crawl to the edge of the bed.

"Come here" you put your hand out to grab his and he flinched. That's how you knew that he was thinking again, thinking awful things about his precious self.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him because he seemed so happy just a few moments ago "Come here baby please" his eyes welled up even more as the pet name rolled from of your lips. He's not a baby, he could never be, he doesn't deserve your softness. He placed his hand on yours so you pulled him closer and got on your knees to match his height "Tell me what's bothering you?" You asked him and as your fingers caressed through his cheek he couldn't stop himself from leaning into the touch.

"Nothing I just.. it's your first time..I just want to make it good for you" a small smile flashed on your features and you kissed him softly.

"It's your first time too lolo" he seemed perplexed as you said that "It's our first time as well, I want to make it good for us too"

He has never felt this way before, he made love to Jolene a few times but it wasn't like this, he didn't feel this vulnerable, his lovemaking always held a touch of roughness. He was afraid that the voices in his head would ruin things between you and him as well.

"That's not bothering you is it? It's something else isn't it?" You asked him so he nodded before he placed his head down on your shoulder.

"I don't want to ruin you, don't want to taint you, we cross this line and you'll be stuck with me forever..it's this thing..this physical thing of me taking your body like that.. something that you have craved for so long..you'd be bonded to me. I'll never let you go, I'd keep you by my side forever because you'll be mine to do so. Do you really want me to be the only man you'd ever get to fuck?" He looked at you so you wiped the tears that slipped past his cheek.

"You're the only man for me Loki, you have always been it for me, i could never even think about anyone else, since I understood what sex meant my body knew who it needed, my thoughts and fantasies were only fueled by one man and that's you Loki. So tell me do you think I would ever want this with anyone else?" He cupped your cheeks and kissed you roughly as soon as you finished your words. You moaned in his mouth as his tongue played with yours

"Take me however you please, I'd love it and beg for more daddy, please don't make me suffer anymore" you whispered in his ear so he pulled the zipper of your dress down, the straps loosened so you took the opportunity to slip it past your shoulders. His mouth opened as he looked at your bare breasts. He grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up your arms, leaving you just in your underwear.

You pulled the shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned all the way down,the pale ripped torso made your mouth salivate so you lowered down and licked him up from his navel to his sternum in one quick swipe. You wanted to mark that gorgeous satin skin but not in a way that would hurt him.

"Stop thinking Loki..I'm all yours to have, to fuck, to hurt, whatever you want to do with me–"

"I don't want to hurt you darling. I'm sorry that i can't stop doing it but I really don't want to hurt you" he mumbled as he pressed his forefingers over your drenched clothed heat, you let out a gasp as his fingers rubbed back and forth.

"And it's okay, i enjoy the pain you give me because I know you'd come back to me to ease the ache–"

"Shhhh don't say that darling it's not healthy–"

"It doesn't matter to me..I'd let you do anything to me" you whimpered as he took your panties down your legs, you laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of yourself. He unbuttoned his pants hurriedly and in a flash he was all naked on top of you. This was your dream, you have had dreams like this since you were 13.

He sat up with his knees on the either side of your thighs, his cock rubbed over your dripping wet lips. The bedsheet crumbled into your fist as he continued to tease you mercilessly.

"You're beautiful..look at you, you were born to to be ridden by me"

You bit on your lips at his words.

"All yours daddy, fuck me please..need your cock inside me"

He leaned over you as you begged him, he held his cock with one hand to tease your clit with the tip while his other hand stroked your hair, you already seemed messed up and he hasn't even done anything just yet.

"Little baby, I won't stop now even if you'd ask me to" your walls clenched around the air as he said that. His thumb slipped into your mouth so you sucked on his digit, that's when he thrusted inside you in one quick motion, you bit on his thumb as the pain surged through you but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the sweetest pain you have ever felt in your life.

"Gooosshhh daddy oh god!!" you whispered, your fingernails dug into his shoulders.

"Hurts?" He asked you. It did but the tenderness in his voice made it feel a little better.

"Just a little"

"There I am, inside you, that's what you wanted huh?" He murmured so you whined against him.

"Yesss daddy..pleasse"

He waited for the pain to fade away before he pulled out of you and then he thrusted in again.

"You're suffocating my cock little girl, so darn tight I love that" he snickered after his words so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him. The obscene sounds of his thrusts made you feel shy all of a sudden, you wished you could have watched his hips moving in and out of you, that shapely ass clenching with every hump. Maybe someday

"Gooddd dadddy I'm so filled"

"Gonna keep you like that my sweetheart, gonna keep you so filled every night from now on, day and night no matter where you are you'd crave my cock in your tight little cunt i promise you that" you moaned at the filth that came out of his mouth. He was so good at this you already knew, you have heard him having sex before, heard those women who couldn't stop themselves from screaming his name, now you knew why. The sensations began to build in the pit of your stomach as his cock brushed against that spot inside you.

So this is what girls talked about.

"Fuckkk daddy" you whimpered as he pulled out of you, the blood on his cock made him go feral, he lifted your legs up over your chest, and pressed his cock inside your freshly abused cunt. He loved the sounds you were making for him, because of him, those little whimpers would haunt him at night if somehow and for some reason he's not around to take your sweet body for his pleasure.

"Feels good sweetheart? Tell me that you're feeling good" he somehow managed to shove that monster aside and asked you, the concern was visible on his face so you smiled and placed his hands on your breasts.

"Best birthday gift ever" he smiled a little before his hips started to rock your body and your whole world again. He squeezed your breasts with his hands and that made you chant his name like a prayer, you felt so sensitive all over, this was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

"Take it baby, take my fucking cock my nasty little whore" Yes that's what you were, you were his whore and you wanted him to take you just like one. Everytime he got closer to his release he pulled out and you whined in desperation. You didn't think you'd survive this night if he continued this way.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and leaned over you again to fuck you slowly this time, grabbing his hair in a fist you held onto them as he thrusted back and forth, strings of curses continued to roll from his lips, the sweat dripped down from his body to yours and you felt saturated, your soul felt pleased, you knew you would happily spend your whole life this way, being fucked by this majestic man on top of you was nothing short of a blessing.

"Can I cum daddyyy pleasee daddyy please i love you" you whimpered again and it made him smile between his heavy breaths, he kissed you and kept his mouth against yours, your breaths fanned each other's faces and you felt alive in every sense.

"You will cum with me..you're taking me so well you know that?" He mumbled against your mouth and your eyes teared up as the intense pleasure threatened to combust you. He didn't want to torture you any longer,

"Cum sweetheart, need your little cunt to tighten around my cock" you exploded right on his command and at the same time you felt his cock filling you up with his cum.

"Goddd lokii oh my god ohy god..thank you..thank you daddy" you continued to mumble mindlessly as your body convulsed with the intensity of your orgasm, he placed his head between the crook of your neck as he rode through this combined euphoria, he had fucked alot of women in the past few years but nothing made him feel so overwhelmed as you did in that moment. Before his mind could wander you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply

"I love you Loki.. I love you.. please believe me I do" you mumbled between the kiss so he pulled away and looked at you.

"I do baby.. I do believe you" he didn't pull out for a while, he laid down next to you with his cock stilled in you somehow. None of you said anything for a few minutes, you just stared at him and he did the same but you finally broke the silence when you noticed that you were losing him again.

"What is it? Talk to me" his eyes welled up as you said that.

"Hurt her Loki, you know you want to" He sat up as he heard Odin's voice "You know she deserves it"

"No she doesn't" he mumbled and you looked at him confused.

"Ask her to hurt you, you need that don't you?"

The voice taunted him again so he placed his hands on his ears and nodded hastily just so he'd stop hearing them.

"Need to feel the pain to man up otherwise you know who you are right?" He pulled himself out of you and sat up and before he could run away you climbed on his lap.

"You're an impotent whiny little freak who can never please a woman the way she deserves"

You cupped his cheeks to make him look at you and that's when he started to cry.

"Talk to me I'm here" you said to him, your fingers caressed his scalp.

"He keeps talking..won't shut up, make him shut up.. please make him quiet" he sniffled as he looked down and you couldn't stop your own tears.

"I'm right here, you're here loki. But he's not here anymore and he won't hurt you. He was a lying abusive bastard who wanted to destroy someone as pure as you because he couldn't take it.. the light you carried with in you blinded him so he wanted to take it away from you"

"He was wrong?" He mumbled and you bit on your cheeks to stop the sobs that were threatening to make you choke. He needed you. Your lolo needed you at the moment.

"Listen to me now okay, I need you to stop listening to him and I need you to listen to me" he looked at you and tilted his head, he seemed out of his mind, you have never seen someone so broken in your life but you won't give up on him nor you would allow him to do that either. His arms wrapped around you and he placed his head down on your breasts. You kissed on his temple before you continued to whisper in his ears.

"That's it, just listen to my voice okay? I love you, you're loved baby, you're not weak, you're not unmanly for having feelings, for caring, for being a nice person, he was a monster but you??? You're a precious angel"

You mumbled softly and he sniffled, his hold only tightened around you as you ran your fingers over the scars on his back. You placed a soft kiss on his neck before you spoke again.

"You're so strong, so determined, so protective of me and you take care of me so good. You provide for me, you give me everything I could ever need, you're my man Loki, you had always been my man and you'd always be the only man I'd ever love, the only God I'd ever worship"

He put his head up and sniffled like a child again so you wiped his tears with your thumbs "I am?" He asked you so you nodded desperately

"I'd never lie to you"

"But I'm crying--" he mumbled under his breath so you kissed him again.

"Crying is not the sign of weakness lolo, it's the proof that you have a heart and that you feel so much, it's the strength that keeps us going" he burst into another fit of cry as he held onto you tightly.

"I love you" he mumbled softly so you pulled him away only to kiss him again, the kiss heated up pretty quickly, in a matter of few seconds you had his hard cock inside you again, it hurt a little and you felt sore but you both needed this.

"Daddy I don't know how to do this" you mumbled softly so he grabbed your hips in his large hands and gave it a squeeze.

"Just bounce on me baby, up and down" you followed his instructions and he moaned as you bounced on top of him slowly. He cried in your arms like a baby and you were still here making love to him, you didn't taunt him or berated him for ruining the precious night. Every other person that he met out there told him that he had saved your life, that he was the hero in this story, they didn't know that you were saving his life every freaking moment since you met him.

"That's it love, good girl, just like that" he praised you and you continued to hop on him until you both came again, it wasn't as explosive as the first one but it calmed his nerves, the voices in his head shut down and he could only feel you around him.

He laid your exhausted body down on the bed and kissed you before he got off the bed, he cleaned his cock before he came back with a soft wet warm cloth to clean you as well, you winced a little as he wiped your cunt thoroughly, you were definitely going to feel this tomorrow and you were going to love every second of it.

As he laid down, you snuggled into him as tightly as you could. The night went as beautifully as you had imagined, he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he didn't run away and he listened to you. You knew this won't fix all of those issues that he had but you also knew that he'd feel comfortable enough to come to you whenever Odin's voice would haunt him again.

And just like tonight you'd make him listen to your words until he'd start to believe in them.

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Good Doctor, Terrible Patient

Word count: 6100

Warnings: mild injuries

This was a fun one to write 😊 Based on a Prompt from a lovely anon asking for a Dr. Strange and Loki tag team. Definitely not a pairing I've envisioned before now, but I hope I made it work!

Thanks again to @writingfics-passingtime for the plot assist (someday I'll come up with my own fantastic plot ideas 😂💚)

“Hey Stephen! How are you today? Do you need a coffee or-“

“I’m still not teaching you magic.”

“Ugh!” You plunked yourself down on the chair beside his in the library, feeling deflated. “Why won’t you teach me??”

“I’ve already told you - you have no need for magic. You’re a doctor.” He glanced up from his book, looking exasperated.

“And so are you. What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Because I am one of the protectors of the universe. You are the team’s lead physician. There should be no need for magical combat skills in your line of work.”

“Now, hang on a minute! What if some villain decides to try to take down the Avengers from the inside? Hit ‘em where it hurts, so to speak. They could come after me, you don’t know that.” You gave him a snide grin, knowing you were beginning to get on your friend’s nerves. He carefully placed his book down on the table, ensuring it remained open on the same page, before turning to face you head on.

“That is the most ridiculous excuse you’ve come up with yet.”

“Is not!” You glared at Strange as a shadow of a smirk crossed his face. He, too, knew he was getting on your nerves.

“You’re acting like a child again, doctor. It’s unbecoming.”

You narrowed your eyes, leaning in so your face was a little closer to his. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

Strange shot you a cheeky grin, reaching over to pinch your cheek tauntingly. “And yet, somehow, you still never leave me alone.”

You swatted his hand away from your face, rolling your eyes as you rose to your feet in defeat. “Fine. I’ve got patients to see, anyway. But I’m not going to stop asking until you teach me!”

“Then I suppose we’ll be trapped in an endless time loop, won’t we?” He shot you a wink as you threw your hands up, spinning on your heel to leave the library.

“Don’t forget to grace the med bay with your presence every once in a while, oh Supreme One,” you shouted over your shoulder as you retreated, not bothering to look back to see if the sorcerer was inevitably flipping you off or making some other obscene gesture.

You’d known Stephen Strange for a long time. Long before the accident, long before he went off to Kamar-Taj and learned magic from the mystical woman he called the Ancient One, long before he became the Sorcerer Supreme. When you’d met, you were both young, naïve medical students at Columbia University. You’d struck up a friendship early on in your years of school, likely because you were one of the few of his colleagues who could both tolerate his immense ego and bring him down a few pegs with your sarcastic wit every once in a while. The pair of you spent a great deal of time together, studying and learning your way through the complex science of medicine.

Ultimately, you had gone on to complete a residency in emergency medicine while he trained to become a neurosurgeon. You had been the one to introduce him to Dr. Christine Palmer, who was one of your coresidents at the time. The two of you lost touch after the accident, when he’d become dangerously obsessed with regaining the use of his hands.

Stephen respected your skills as an emergency medicine physician, although he didn’t frequently say so out loud. The main reason you knew this was because after he’d officially joined the Avengers, he reached out to you personally to invite you to lead the medical team assigned to treat the group of heroes. You’d been skeptical at first, figuring he was pulling your leg with such an outrageous offer just to have some excuse to become closer friends again. When he’d introduced you to the actual Avengers, though, you were shocked to find he hadn’t been making up some grandiose tale to impress you - it had all been true. And of course, it was an offer you couldn't turn down.

You headed down to the med bay where you spent a significant portion of your day. There were a number of other physicians that worked in the med bay, Strange included, but you personally saw to the Avengers when they had their regularly scheduled wellness checks. Having spent a significant amount of time in the Avengers tower, you had become good friends with many of the inhabitants.

When you glanced at today's schedule, you winced when you saw who your morning appointment was with. It wasn't that you disliked Loki - you found him quite entertaining, actually, and he'd become a friend of yours - he was just a very difficult patient.

Loki was prompt, as always, sulking through the door to the med bay with his trademark scowl on his face. You smiled extra sweetly at the brooding Asgardian, knowing he hated it when you barraged him with positivity during these appointments. He rolled his eyes as he all but threw himself down to sit on the examination table, his arms folded stiffly across his chest.

"Well aren't you just a barrel of sunshine, Loki?" you teased, sitting on the stool beside the exam table and opening his chart on your laptop.

"You know as well as I that these silly appointments are a waste of time. I do not require a mortal to assess my health once a month."

"Well, your brother says otherwise."

"Hmmph. Yes, he is rather persistent. That is the only reason I continue to attend these check-ins." His shoulders loosened a bit, now that he was sitting and chatting with you and the initial annoyance of having to haul his royal self to the med bay had faded.

"Wow, that's very brotherly of you to listen to him," you chuckled.

"The alternative would be far worse, I assure you. My brother is not above using brute force to get me to come to these appointments."

You snorted, earning a glare from the trickster. "Sorry, I just got an image of Thor carrying you into my exam room - it was pretty funny."

"Yes, yes, laugh all you want..." he muttered. "Shall we get on with this, then?"

"You know the drill by now." You poised your fingers over the keyboard to prepare to take notes, suddenly adopting an overzealously professional tone. "How has your health been recently, Mr. Laufeyson?"

"That's your highness to you, actually," he bit back, although you caught a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth as he tried to hide a grin at your cheekiness. "My health has been excellent, as always."

"Any complaints today?" He shook his head. "Any recent injuries that I don't know about?"

"Why, yes, in fact -" he nodded, a smirk crossing his face as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal a large gash in his forearm. You rolled your eyes.

"Come now, Loki - I know a real wound when I see one. Drop the illusion."

"Tsk, you're no fun." With a wave of his hand, the cut had vanished to reveal perfectly normal, undamaged skin.

"If you're finished with the theatrics, I'll take your vitals," you directed exasperatedly. He reluctantly sat quietly while you pressed your stethoscope to his chest to listen to his heart and lungs, took his pulse, and assessed his blood pressure. As you sat back down to document the results in his chart, he spoke again.

"Do you honestly ever expect to find anything abnormal on these little examinations of yours? Why not just exempt myself and Thor from these onerous check-ins?"

"Ouch. And here I was, thinking you liked spending time with me," you jested. "And to answer your question - I don't exempt the super soldiers from their wellness appointments, so you're not getting out of this."

"Do you not find my brother to be insufferably cheerful?"

You shrugged. "No more than I find you to be insufferably sour." He glared, and you gesticulated toward him to note that he was proving your point. "Alright, Loki - another clean bill of health, as always."

"Excellent," he sighed sarcastically. He stood from the exam table, coming to his full height. "I suppose I'll see you here again next month, doctor."

"Sorry it's such a chore for you. But yes, I'll put you on the schedule in a month."

Loki began to leave the med bay, and you were watching his back retreating from the room when a sudden thought occurred to you. Without really thinking too much about it, you called after him.

"Hey, Loki! Wait up a minute!"

He turned around in confusion, looking at you inquisitively. You crossed the room to close some of the distance between the pair of you.

"You know how to do magic."

He stared at you blankly. "Yes. Obviously."

"Can humans learn Asgardian magic?"

"With the assistance of an Asgardian relic, it is possible, yes." He furrowed his brow as he gazed at you curiously. "You're not suggesting that you want to learn to wield Asgardian magic, are you?"

"Yes, actually. Why do you sound so skeptical?"

He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You understand that it takes years of training to truly harness the ability to control magic."

"I'm a fast learner." You looked at him hopefully. "Would you teach me?"

Loki laughed at the suggestion. "You want me to teach you magic? Is Strange not good enough for you?"

"He refuses to teach me anything," you grumbled. "Insists that it's unnecessary for me to learn how to fight with magic."

"He's not wrong."

"You're not helping." You sighed. "I just want to have some way of holding my own in combat, in case I ever find the need to defend myself. This isn't exactly a low-risk line of work."

“Do you not have faith that your benevolent heroes will protect you from harm?” he asked teasingly.

“Consider it to be… an insurance policy, of sorts.”

Loki gave you a long, hard look. “You just want an excuse to learn magic.”

“Ughh, ok YES, happy? Can you please teach me?? I’m so sick of Stephen being all high and mighty with his ‘supreme sorcerer powers’ while I don’t even know a single combat move to defend myself. And he won’t teach me no matter how much I ask.”

Loki pondered for a moment, turning your request over in his mind. “What would I be getting out of this?”

“The knowledge that you’ve done a good deed for a friend?”

“I don’t do deals for sentiment.”

“Damn.” You thought for a moment. “What if… I tell you I’ll ‘accidentally’ forget to schedule you for a wellness check for the next few months?”

“Hmm… a tempting offer. Although, that won’t suffice to keep my brother off my back.” He gestures toward you, wordlessly telling you you’d need to do better than that.

“How about I prepare false appointment summaries in case he comes asking, then?”

“Is that even allowed? I understand you mortals have quite strict medical regulations,” he asked suspiciously, but with a sly smirk on his face. You shrugged.

“It’s not moral, I suppose. But I won’t save them in your actual medical record. Just for Thor, if he gets nosy.”

You could tell he was seriously considering the offer now. “And you’ll tell Strange that I am the more skilled sorcerer, I hope?”

“Oh of course. I can’t lie to him.” You shot him a wink, and he chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Alright, I suppose we can attempt one lesson. Come see me when you’re off work.”

He strode out of the med bay, leaving you to prepare for your next appointment. You couldn’t wait to shove it in Stephen’s face when you learned something from Loki and showed him up. He could use to be taken down a few pegs, you thought.

That afternoon, on your way out of the med bay, you crossed paths with the sorcerer himself as he was entering. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, tilting your head with a snarky grin.

“Wow. Here’s a face I haven’t seen around here in a while.”

“Some of us have other things on our plate besides these little clinic appointments,” he countered with a roll of his eyes. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Some of us have plans, Stephen,” you responded, mimicking his snarky tone. “Planning on staying a while?”

“I suppose. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m not pulling my weight around here.”

You bade him goodbye and headed up to the dormitories to track down Loki. He often spent the afternoon in his room, reading and otherwise staying clear of any of the overbearing heroes. Sure enough, when you knocked on his door, he appeared in the doorway moments later with a sly grin.

“Are you certain you want to do this?” he asked, stepping out into the hallway and shutting the door behind him.

“Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Magic can be fickle. When performed incorrectly, without control, it can be dangerous.” He gazed at you intensely. “I just need to be sure you’re prepared.”

“Yeah, I’m prepared. Let’s go. What are we waiting for?”

Loki’s grin expanded at your eagerness. Motioning for you to follow, he made his way down to the training room, which was currently vacant. Once there, he lifted his hand and a staff appeared with a flash of green light. It was gold, with a rounded end at the top and ornate designed etched into the shaft. He handed it to you, and you looked at it quizzically.

“This is an Asgardian artifact, I assume? It kind of looks like a fancy walking stick that an old rich guy might carry.”

“Yes it’s an Asgardian artifact,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he shoved it into your hands. “Now, tell me - what is it you are hoping to learn in this single lesson I’ve offered you?”

“I want to learn how to create a magic blast thingy like I’ve seen you do in combat.”

Loki chuckled condescendingly. “You can’t simply jump right in to something so advanced. It would be highly unlikely, nigh impossible for you to conjure a blast of magical energy without learning some basics first.”

“Try me.” You stood up straighter, lifting your chin confidently. Loki sighed exasperatedly.

“Fine. Allow me to prove to you how unlikely it would be.” He began to demonstrate, a small ball of green light forming in his upturned palm. “To create such a blast, you must first create a focus of energy. Control it, build upon it, until it reaches the desired size and strength. Then, you must redirect the focus toward your opponent.”

“Does that mean I get to try to blast you?”

“Absolutely not. Even in the improbable event that you do succeed on your first try, I will not subject myself to the dangers of beginner’s magic.” With a wave of his hand, an exact duplicate of himself appeared. The real Loki stepped off to the side, far out of your line of fire. “You may try against an illusionary opponent.”

“Alright, fine.” You gripped the staff in your non dominant hand, lifting your other palm and staring hard at the center where you intended to create a focus of energy as Loki instructed. The sensation of the magic flowing through the staff was unique, a pleasant warmth flowing through your body emanating from the artifact. As you concentrated, a small orb of light began to flicker in your hand.

“That’s the easy part,” Loki called from his safe corner. “Now you must build upon it.”

Throwing all of your focus into the little ball of light, you watched as it expanded before your eyes. A part of you did feel like you were controlling it, although some part of you was still in awe that this was even happening.

"Now what?"

"Now redirect it toward the illusion."

"Alright..." You scrunched up your nose in concentration, trying to send the large orb of light flying at the illusion. This part was difficult - you weren't succeeding in getting it to move, in fact, if anything it was just growing larger. "Uh, Loki? Any suggestions for how to -"

BOOM

The orb exploded into a wave of magical energy spreading outward from its center. The blast hit you full force, and you felt your feet leave the ground as you were thrown across the room on impact. Mere seconds later, you felt your back strike against the solid plaster of the wall before you collapsed to the floor.

Gasping for breath, you rolled to lie on your side as you took stock of the situation. Your ears were ringing from the blow, but you swore you heard Loki muttering 'oh, shit' before suddenly his boots came into view in front of you.

"Are you alright?" he asked, voice laden with genuine concern as he crouched down beside you. You wheezed, but nodded in response, holding your chest. In truth, you weren't certain if you were ok, but you didn't feel as though you were on the verge of passing out, so that was at least something.

Gradually, you took deeper breaths in and out, forcing your lungs to fill completely before releasing the air and repeating the process. As you caught your breath, the pain in your chest ebbed away. You suspected you simply had the wind knocked out of you, maybe some bruises, but nothing more serious than that.

Carefully, you sat up on the floor, leaning your forehead on your knees while you waited for the adrenaline to fade. Loki placed a hand on your forearm, prompting you to look up at him.

"You should seek medical attention."

You snorted. "L-Loki, I'm fine." You hated that your voice still sounded a bit wheezy, but it was slowly improving. "I'm a doctor, I'll check myself out."

"No, you'll downplay anything you find. You need to go to the med bay."

"No way." You scowled at him. "I'm not going to the med bay so that Stephen can tell me 'I told you so.'"

Loki sighed, giving you a hard look. "If you won't go willingly, I'll take you there myself. You were injured under my instruction, and I insist you get a proper medical assessment."

"You'll take me there yourself? What's that supposed to me-AHH LOKI what the hell?!"

In response to your unfinished question, he suddenly scooped you up in his arms and began carrying you out of the training room in the direction of the med bay. You protested at first, trying to flail enough for him to want to put you down, but he held fast and you were still somewhat breathless. Still, you grumbled about it the entire way to the med bay, just to make perfectly clear how unhappy you were with this arrangement.

Upon entering the med bay, Stephen glanced up from the desk in the corner where he sat reading some kind of medical paper, raising his eyebrows at the sight that met his eyes.

"Alright, what did you do?" he asked flatly, giving Loki an irritable look.

"What did I do? Your colleague begged me to teach her magic, and significantly overestimated her abilities," he retorted. Stephen's eyes darted to yours.

"Seriously? You went crying to Loki because I wouldn't teach you?"

"Yeah, yeah... save it, alright?" you groaned dismissively. Strange motioned for Loki to set you down on the exam table, pulling up a chair for him to sit beside you. "I'm fine, seriously. I didn't even want to come here, but clearly that wasn't a decision I was allowed to make." You shot Loki an annoyed glare for emphasis.

"She requires a proper medical examination. I don't believe her to be capable of performing one on herself without ignoring any injuries she might identify," Loki explained.

"See? Even he knows what a terrible patient you are," Stephen quipped, smirking.

"Shut up and get on with it, will you? I don't want to spend my entire evening in the med bay where I work," you growled. Strange walked around behind you to inspect the back of your head, ensuring there was no bleeding or bruising from the impact against the wall.

"You realize I should technically put you in a cervical collar until we confirm you don't have a neck injury..."

"Not happening."

"Mmhmm. Didn't think so." He palpated the back of your head carefully, and you winced only once where his finger pressed against a sore spot. "No bleeding there, probably just a bruise. Any headache?"

"Nope."

"Would you inform him truthfully if you did have one?" Loki asked skeptically.

"Yes I would. I don't have a head or neck injury, I promise. I hit my back against the wall, it knocked the wind out of me, and now I'm fine."

"You could have rib fractures. I'll need to take a look." Stephen walked around to stand in front of where you sat with your legs dangling off the exam table, gesturing for you to lie down. With a scowl, you did as you were told. "Honestly, I still don't understand why you thought learning Asgardian magic was a good idea. I mean, Loki's not exactly known for being cautious."

"I beg your pardon??" Loki stood from his chair, eyes suddenly livid. "Are you insinuating that this is my fault?"

"Well, you did teach her the spell that caused her to injure herself. I'd say that makes you pretty guilty," Stephen argued.

"First of all - I did warn our dear friend here that magic can be dangerous when not controlled. Second - she'd not have even come to me if you'd not been so self-centered that you wouldn't teach her yourself for fear of her powers exceeding your own."

"I refused to teach her because I didn't want her to sustain any unnecessary injuries while practicing. Clearly, you have no regard for her well-being."

"Ok, STOP." Both Loki and Stephen turned their gazes toward you as you sat up from the exam table, looking heated. "Seriously, this was clearly my fault for trying to do too much too fast. Just please, stop arguing! Honestly, the two of you are more alike than you think."

"Oh hell no-"

"I beg your pardon-"

"Nope! Not another word. You're both magical sorcerers and your both pains in the ass. I'm sticking to it - you're more similar than you think. Now, if you could please just get on with whatever exam you're going to force me to sit through so I can move on with my evening?"

"I would, but you have to lie down," Stephen ordered. Scoffing, you laid back down to rest your head on the table, folding your arms defiantly across your chest. "You need to move your arms. I can't assess you for rib fractures with you pouting like a child."

"Ughh. Fine." You let your arms rest at your sides. "Happy?"

"Thank you." Strange placed his hands on either side of your ribcage, gently palpating for sore spots or any unstable fractures. The moment his fingers touched down against your ribs, you squeaked and grabbed his wrists out of pure instinct. He sighed exasperatedly. "Seriously? You still can't tolerate this?"

"Is she injured?" Loki asked, brow furrowed with concern.

"No. She's too damned ticklish to tolerate trauma exams."

"Stephen!" You gave him a wide-eyed, mortified look. "You can't just tell people that!"

"Why not? He's gonna figure it out anyway by the time I finish examining you. Now let go of my wrists so I can finish."

Reluctantly, you released his wrists as requested, taking in a deep breath in preparation to try to block out the ticklish sensation. He prodded carefully along each rib as he made his way up from the bottom, pressing into the sides and along toward the fronts before moving on to the next. It was far too much for you to ignore the sensation, and you burst into giggles as you reactionarily grabbed hold of his wrists once again.

"I never knew you were so ticklish, doctor," Loki hummed in amusement as he watched the scene unfold, likely relieved that you weren't shouting out in pain.

"Yeah, try being her partner in med school for the acute trauma life support class. It was damn near impossible to get through the required practice physical exams - she kept bursting into hysterics and sliding off the exam table."

"STEPHEN!" You pressed your hands to your face, horrifically embarrassed that he'd dared reveal this about you. It didn't last long, as he pressed into your fifth ribs on either side and your hands shot back to his wrists. "You're doing it on purpose!!"

"No, this would be on purpose." He splayed both hands out wide across your ribcage, scratching gently in the divots between your ribs for a few seconds. You shrieked and dug your heels into the table, shoving at his hands to push them off. When he stopped, you glared at him as menacingly as one could with a ticklish smile on your face.

"You are such a nuisance," you griped.

"Hey, I didn't ask for this - next time, practice magic when someone else is on duty in the med bay if you don't want to deal with me." He gave you a hard look. "Now then, are you going to let me finish? Or do I need to pull out the restraints to get you to hold still?"

"Excuse me?"

"There's no need for that - I'm happy to assist," Loki suddenly interjected, stepping closer to the side of the exam table. He gazed down at your blushing face with a sly smirk on his. "If you continue to hinder the good doctor in his examination, I'll be forced to hold you down."

"That's not... you're... ughhh just GET IT OVER WITH damnit! My ribs aren't brok-EHEHEN!"

Strange began prodding at your ribs once again, and you could tell that while he wasn't being so conspicuous about it this time, he was purposefully being extra gentle and spending extra time around the spots that made you twitch. Unwilling to let Loki hold you down, you balled your hands into fists and took long, deep breaths to try to prevent yourself from reacting. You did pretty well at fighting your instinct to push his hands away until he reached your seventh or eighth rib on either side. The second he prodded his fingertips into that spot, you shrieked and shot your hands back to clasp around his arms.

Loki and Stephen both glanced up simultaneously, meeting the other's gaze. "Loki - would you please restrain her so I can finish ensuring she isn't seriously injured?"

"With pleasure." Loki grabbed both your wrists and pulled them effortlessly off of Stephen's arms, dragging them to rest by your head and pinning them to the table. This was ten-times worse than the damned bedside restraints Strange had threatened to use - at least you would have had some sense of protection with your arms near your sides. Like this, you felt incredibly exposed.

"Loki!! Let go of me!" you demanded, tugging against his hold.

"Not until the doctor completes his examination, darling." He nodded to Stephen, who continued his assessment. A smile began pulling at his lips as your shrieking and giggling became more violent. He was having far too much fun at your expense.

"Okahay, okahahay, are yohou satisfied - wait, HEHEY that is NOHOT part of the exahaham - DAMNIT STEPHEHEHEN!" You began to beat your heels against the table in protest as he pressed into your uppermost ribs, essentially poking and prodding around your armpits at this point. With a chuckle, he relented, shaking his head at you as you sucked in deep breaths.

"Clearly your ribs are fine. I don't feel any evidence of fractures, and it obviously wasn't painful for me to press on them," he drawled sarcastically.

"Ehe... excellent. Now let me go, Loki."

"Hang on a moment." Your eyes darted up to look at the trickster, who had a dangerous-looking smirk on his face, and notably had not released your wrists. "Are you certain you've completed a full physical assessment? Perhaps you should confirm there were no abdominal injuries in the accident."

"NO WAY are you-"

"Excellent point. How could I have neglected that portion of the exam?"

"STEPHEN! I swear, I will kick you!"

"Wow. That's awfully violent of you. Are you sure you don't have any head trauma? I'm sure you know agitation is a symptom of traumatic brain injury." He was wearing a full-on smirk now, mirroring the smirk on Loki's face. "I may need to run some additional tests."

"UGH!" You decided to simply stop talking at this point, realizing you weren't getting very far arguing with the sarcastic duo.

"Now, doctor - be a good patient and lie still while he finishes examining you," Loki insisted teasingly. "I would be simply devastated if he missed any injury that I may have lead you to sustain."

"You know very well I only hit my back on the wall," you growled through gritted teeth.

"And you know the importance of being thorough," Stephen interjected. "Now then - tell me if anything hurts."

“I’ll tell you what’s gonna hu-RAHAH STAHAP THAT!” You burst into a renewed bout of laughter as he palpated your belly, purposely sliding his fingers along the sensitive skin each time he moved to press on a different spot. Loki was grinning now, clearly amused by your zealous reaction.

“Is that a yes, doctor? This hurts?” Stephen asked cheekily, poking repeatedly at the spot right below your navel that had you squirming twice as hard as anywhere else.

“STEHEHEPHEN I will assiHIGN YOU night shihift for A WEEHEEK!!”

“Now, that’s funny. You think you’re my superior?” No longer messing around, he brought his other hand down to your belly and began clawing into the pliant skin, not bothering with the 'exam' ruse any longer. You screeched and twisted away from his hands to no avail, pounding your feet against the table in ticklish agony.

“O-HO-KAHAHAY I’M SOHORRYHY!” You sucked in a deep breath as he paused his torment at your apology, looking down at you lying limp on the exam table as you tried to regain your composure.

“I'm not sure why I never thought of this before, actually. Next time you won't get out of my hair, I'll know exactly what to do," Stephen teased, pinching your side for emphasis.

"Are you finished torturing me now??" you demanded, glaring up at Loki who had yet to release your wrists.

"Actually, Strange, I suggest you run more tests," Loki recommended facetiously, winking. "In fact - why don't you teach me one. It could be quite useful to have a better understanding of mortal medicine. Especially if she plans to request that we continue these dangerous magic lessons."

"Loki... don't you even..."

"Ah, yes. I do still need to assess for head trauma. This is a simple test." Strange moved down toward the end of the exam table, suddenly grabbing hold of your ankles and pinning them down with both hands. "You can release her wrists now - I'm going to demonstrate how to assess the Babinski reflex."

"No! No, I don't think so!" you argued. Loki's brows shot up at your sudden protesting, moving to stand by Stephen near your feet.

"This reflex will help determine if there is spinal cord damage. Hold here, please," he instructed, motioning with his head toward where his hands rested on your ankles. Loki took his place, watching as Strange removed your sneakers while you shouted threats at him, which were quickly beginning to become laced with giggles. "I'll warn you - this was always the most challenging physical exam for her to tolerate in med school..."

"My spinal cord is FINE!"

"I'll be the judge of that, thank you." He placed his index finger against the outer edge of your heel, sliding it up the length of your sole and then across to the ball of your foot. The simple motion made you jolt and bark out a laugh. "Unfortunately, this test is often inconclusive... you see, some patients are simply too ticklish to sit still enough to attain an accurate result."

"Maybe I could give it a try," Loki suggested with a smirk.

"Loki!"

"You can certainly give it a shot. It might take you a few tries to get it right, though." Ignoring your whining, Strange took back his position holding your ankles down while Loki shifted to stand at the end of the exam table, his smirk positively sinister as he placed his fingertips against your heel.

"Alright - you're the expert, Strange - tell me if I'm doing this correctly." He began scratching randomly up the length of the bottom of your foot, eliciting a screech from you. Throwing yourself back against the exam table, you yanked against Strange's hold with little success.

"THAHAT'S NOHOT HOW YOU DOHO IT!!" you hollered.

"Mm, she's right. You need to focus on the outer edge more, you're too medial."

"Ah, I understand." Loki followed Strange's 'recommendations' and scratched along the outer edge of your foot, unable to stop himself from laughing when you began to squeak when his fingers swept over the spot just above your heel. "Hmm. This still doesn't seem to be working correctly."

"Maybe you need to desensitize her to it."

"Excellent idea." Foregoing his attempts at eliciting a proper reflex, he simply scribbled his fingers along the bottoms of both feet, purposefully just trying to find where it seemed to tickle most based on your reactions.

"YOHOU GUYS AHARE THE WOHOHORST - NOHOT THERE!!" you cried, tears of mirth forming in your eyes as he discovered the super sensitive spot just below the ball of your foot and began to target it relentlessly.

"I suppose if she's moving all four extremities, a spinal injury is unlikely..." Stephen mused as he observed your torment.

"That does seem logical. Hang on a moment - I'll run one final test." Finally deciding to leave your feet alone, Loki reached up and began to knead his fingers up and down the length of your sides.

"No, NO NOHOHO!" You swatted frantically at Loki's hands for just a moment before succumbing to the ticklish sensation, muscles completely weakened from laughter. Only then, when he realized you were no longer fighting back, did he finally show you mercy.

"I think we can safely say there are no major injuries," Stephen concluded. You sat up, coughing as you tried to catch your breath.

"As I said - you two are damned pains in the ass," you groaned. Still, they were at least getting along. Even if it was at your expense. "Am I discharged now, doctor?"

"Yes, I suppose. Now get out of here."

"This is my med bay!"

"And you're not on shift. So get out." Stephen glanced up from the laptop he'd just opened up to enter data in your medical chart. The slightest of smirks graced his lips. You couldn't help but grin, knowing he was actually trying to be nice for once underneath his snarky attitude.

You looked at Loki as you neared the door to the med bay, speaking loudly enough for Strange to hear. "So - are we going to continue our lesson now?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Stephen's head whip up to look at you across the room. Loki's brows shot up in surprise at your eagerness.

"Are you certain that's a good idea?" Loki asked skeptically.

"I'll go easier this time, I swear."

"Just so you know -" Stephen called from his seat at the desk in the corner, "- if you end up back here tonight, you know how it's going to go."

You felt your face begin to heat up as you registered what he was implying. Turning to Loki, you laughed nervously. "On second thought, can I take a rain check? I think I've had quite enough of that tonight."

Loki smirked at your flustered expression. "How about tomorrow?"

"Sounds great."

Perhaps it would take a little longer than you'd hoped to learn magic. But, you supposed, there were few people in this world that could say they were friends with two people who could teach them the mystical arts. Even if they were, indeed, pains in the ass.

#ticklish!reader #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #loki tickle #tickle fic #Dr. strange tickle #strange x reader #loki x reader #Loki and Strange

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tightrope

Loki x Reader, Peter Quill x Reader

Word count: 1.2k \\\ Rating: T ||| MCU /// On AO3

Summary: You walk a fine line as a thief. The most difficult tightrope you balance on is between a fellow thief from the stars-- and a god from even further.

A/N: I've been having writer's block so this is an exercise I am doing to try and break out of it. So y'know those Tiktok filters that people use to smash or pass on Marvel characters? I did it with the purpose of writing a reader love triangle between the first two characters it landed on. This is the result :) If you like the concept of using the random generator as a prompt for these, let me know and I'll try another!

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You see him long before he sees you this time. It’s likely because he’s distracted by the adrenaline drop he’s experiencing after just finishing a job; it’s something all of you thieves– sorry, reacquisition specialists– go through. You take a deep breath, put on a sultry smile and stride up behind him.

“Fancy seeing you here, Lord of the Stars.”

Quill curses under his breath. “How many times do I have to tell people, it’s Starlord–” He breaks off as he turns and sees who has approached him. You see his eyes light up with recognition and something more. “Huh. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“That’s because I’m good at my job: no one ever expects me,” you flirt back, hand sliding up his chest.

He greedily drinks you in, and you can’t help but preen under the attention. “And what should I not be expecting from you today?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be any fun if I gave all my secrets away for free,” you sigh and let your fingers trail from his chest down to his abdomen and hook your fingers into his belt loops. He gasps when you use the leverage to pull him forward and off-balance, giving you all the power. “It’ll cost you.”

He visibly forgets how to breathe as his eyes dilate and he stammers thoughtlessly for a moment before regaining a semblance of coherency.

“It’s worth the cost.”

You raise a mocking brow. “Oh?” How you wish you could tie him up and see how he’d respond to being under you… but for now, you settle for stroking his cheek lightly with the tips of your fingers. “Let me know if you feel that way tomorrow, Peter.” You run your thumb over his bottom lip and watch with a rush of pride as his lips part in a gasp. With a final smile, you pull away from him all at once, leaving him reeling in the absence of your touch as you begin walking away.

“Wha– wait”! Quill calls after you. You slow down slightly but don’t completely pause in your step to listen to him. “Why tomorrow?”

You turn around long enough to wink at him. “Because then I can make you my next job… if the price is right.”

His surprised laughter wraps around you like a warm cloak as you disappear back into the crowds.

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Your client finds you on a secluded rooftop not far from where you’d found Quill. He prefers spots like this. He claims it’s so he can look down on the lesser mortals that go on with their insignificant lives around you. In your opinion, it’s so he can get away with using his magic out in the open without being seen. He’s always one to show off, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a willing audience.

“I know you’re there,” you say to break the silence..

At first, there’s a pause. Then: “Maybe I wanted you to know.”

You turn to glance at the now-visible demigod of mischief with a smile. “Or maybe you’re just that predictable now”

Loki places a hand dramatically to his chest. “You wound me, darling.”

You raise a curious brow at his words. “Another new nickname?”

He reaches out to tug at the end of your braid and you playfully swat at his fingertips. “I’m afraid I still haven’t found the one that fits you best,” he drawls.

“When you do, let me know.”

“You’ll be the first.” He pauses to brush invisible dust off the lapels of his suit, giving you a chance to breathe free of the tension you always feel ignite between you when he draws near. “Do you have what I asked for?”

“What you paid me for,” you counter. You dip your fingertips into the crevice of your breasts, savoring the way his gaze follows your movement. “My eyes are up here, trickster.” You try not to let your surprise show when he actually glances away, but focus on pulling out the string of jewels you’d tucked out of sight. “Luckily for me, someone else did all the hard work. I simply freed them of the burden afterwards.”

Loki grins at you and against your best wishes, pride surges through your body. “Excellent work as always. I knew there was a reason you’d be perfect for the job.”

You pout and hold the jewels close to your chest. “Aw, you mean it wasn’t because I’m cute?” Rolling your eyes, you hold out your other hand and miss the way his mouth curls up in a smile. “Payment at the same time, as usual.”

“One hand empty and one hand full,” he muses as he waved his hand and a stack of silver bars shimmers into existence in his left palm. “I always did wonder why you chose such a manner of hand-off, but I will admit it’s clever.”

You shrug but meet him halfway as always, using your right hand to pass the jewels into his right, him giving and you receiving the credits with your left hands. “Both parties feel safer that way. Much harder for only one side to have an advantage when pulling out a hidden weapon.”

He’s quiet for long enough that your gaze flicks up to his face only to find his emerald eyes already trained on you. The words that leave his mouth next leave you speechless.

“And if one party would rather allow the other to have the advantage?”

He watches you carefully, as if he’s afraid you might spook and run off. It’s a valid concern, since you feel yourself locking up and your eyes widening in shock. He can’t have…

You live your life bouncing between jobs, using flirtations as a way to get close to targets or strike a better deal. You know the line has become blurred between you and Loki in the past months. The fact that you’re here now is evidence enough. It’s rare for you to accept missions from clients so often, something that you’d noticed but tried to bury in the back of your mind when you sealed this last deal with Loki, your fingers slotting perfectly against his palm. You told yourself it was only your procuring skills that kept him coming back.

Now you have to face the situation head on and while standing before him.

You’re terrified.

“I…”

His fingers encircle your wrist and he pulls your arm closer until your hand rests over his heart, your fingers curled against the crisscrossing leather panels.

“Think on it,” he says softer than you’ve ever heard him speak before.

“Why would you trust me with that?” You whisper. You’re not totally sure what you’re asking: the information, the truth, his feelings… it’s made you both vulnerable, but at the same time, at least you know where he stands.

The smirk that graces his sharp features is just so Loki that you find yourself smiling back at him. “What’s life without a little danger?” He finally releases your wrist, but when the chill of his fingers is replaced by something of a similar weight, you glance down and gasp when you see a gleaming silver and gold entwined band against your skin.

The only thing you can think to say is “Fuck. Me ” at the sight of the jewelry that quite frankly belongs in a royal jewel vault.

His eyebrows raise in surprise but that’s the only tell, and it’s one given freely. "That can be arranged," he drawls.

You roll your eyes but step forward fully into his embrace. "Shut up," you mumble.

His chuckle is deep and rich, reminding you of the flickering embers in a crackling hearth. "As you wish."

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years ago

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Safe Haven Feels

Pairing: Gally x Reader

Rated: mature 18+ only! Smut and fluff!

Requested by: Anon

“Hello:))) just wondering if you could do one with Gally x reader. Maybe with the prompts: 65 and 93? Prehaps were they confess their feelings 7n the safe heaven, so fluff and smut..”

Prompt 65: “How do you think it feels?”

Prompt 93: “I’m glad I have you.”

We finally made it. All that time running, hiding, and fighting WCKD. We finally took them down and made it to the safe haven Vince has been on about. Honestly the place was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I can ever remember seeing. It was an island surrounded by a white beach and crystal blue water. The once undisturbed sands now had all of the immunes moving around on it. Setting up makeshift huts and bringing the supplies from the boat.

“Watch’s thinking about?” The voice asked next to my ear.

I jumped nearly coming out of my skin. I whipped around to see Gally trying to hold back a laugh as he held a large box of supplies.

“You scared the shit out of me.” I huffed.

“I know that’s what I was going for.” He chuckled.

“You’re an ass” I scolded him but couldn’t help the smile on my face.

“Yea, yea I know. Come on all hands on deck. You can admire the view later.” Gally said nudging me with his arm.

I nodded then followed him back to the ship. With every hand we hand helping it only took one day to get all the supplies off the ship. People were moving onto making the huts and other buildings we would need. When the sun finally set Vince called for a break. We worked hard enough today.

I sat around the fire with Gally on one side and Brenda on the other. I was halfway through my food when Brenda nudged me. I glanced up at her. She nodded for me to move closer.

“I haven’t seen things progress yet.” She said quietly.

I raised a confused brow at her. She smiled then leaned back to look over my shoulder. I followed her eyes to land on Gally. I instantly knew what she meant.

“We just kicked WCKD’s ass and just got to the safe haven. Give me time to settle in.” I whispered.

“Excuses” she whispered back.

“What?” I asked completely stunned.

“You’re just gonna keep giving excuses. After this one it’ll be you’re too busy helping set things up. Then you’ll be too busy with whatever job you’re given. It’ll just keep going on and on.” Brenda rolled her eyes.

“No it won’t I just need to get settled first is all.” I said softly trying not to pout from her words.

“Yea I’m sure” Brenda chuckled dryly and shook her head.

I went back to my original seat then glance beside me at Gally. He was finished with his food and now talking animatedly with Minho and Fry. I knew Brenda was right. I was just making excuses because I’m scared. What if I tell him and he laughs in my face? I don’t really think that will happen but it could. I sighed tilting my head up to look at the sky. I was quickly looking back at the group as someone else nudged me. This time it was Gally.

“You alright?” He asked softly leaning closer.

I felt the heat instantly rise to my cheeks.

“Yea” I squeaked.

I jumped from my seat discarding my food then putting some distance between me and the group of immunes. I’m so ridiculous. For years I was around Gally with no problem then he died, then he was alive, then Brenda had to bring my feelings into the light and now I’m a mess.

“(Y/N)?” Gally’s voice instantly had me frozen.

“You sure you’re alright?” He asked as he slowly walked closer.

“Fine” I cleared my throat.

“I’m fine” I smiled weakly up at him.

“You’re not a very good liar.” He smiled down at me.

“I know” I sighed then fell onto the grass.

I laid back staring up at the sky as I heard Gally chuckle. I kept my eyes on the stars as I felt him laying beside me in the grass.

“This place is beautiful isn’t it?” He asked softly.

“Yes it it” I whispered.

“You going to tell me what’s bothering you?” He asked suddenly keeping his eyes trained upwards.

“It’s not important. We don’t talk about this kinda stuff.” I said softly.

“Why don’t we?” I felt his head turn to look at me.

I kept my eyes on the sky.

“Cause I’m one of the guys right?” I asked a little colder than I intended.

“Well yea but what’s that have to do with anything?” He chuckled lightly.

I finally turned my head to look at him.

“How do you think if feels? To be looked at as just one of the guys when I want to be looked at differently.” I asked him seriously.

He looked taken aback for a moment.

“Differently how?” He asked in confusion.

I groaned feeling completely embarrassed.

“I don’t want you to look at me as one of the guys. I want you to look at me as someone you like.” I said softly.

“I do like you.” He said simply.

“No, I mean someone you see more than a friend.” I corrected.

Gally chuckled turning to lay on his side completely facing me.

“(Y/N), I know what you meant. I’m saying I do like you as more than a friend. I have since day one.” He smiled down at me.

“Wait, what?” I asked propping myself up on my elbows to look down at him.

“I always treated you as I one of the guys because before anything else you’re my friend and a damn good friend at that. But how could I not like a pretty girl who didn’t mind to get her hands dirty and can kick almost anyone’s ass? You may be one of the guys but you’re still the only girl I’ve ever had feelings for.” Gally said softly as he picked at the grass.

I was stunned. I had no words. Did he really mean that? Before I could think of anything to say Gally was getting to his feet. I just laid on the grass in shock looking up at him. He chuckled at the sight of me then grabbed my arms pulling me to my feet as well. He glanced over his shoulder at the group still around the fire. He placed his hand against my back then nodded for me to walk with him.

“Did you really mean all that?” I asked softly as I watched my feet.

“Of course. I’m so glad I have you even if it’s just as a friend. Although I’d love it more if you wanted to be more than friends.” He chuckled softly.

I stopped walking suddenly making Gally stumble slightly then turn to face me.

“That’s all I’ve wanted since I met you in the Glade.” I whispered.

Everything that was happening around us stopped the moment I felt Gally’s lips against mine. The sound of the ocean, the wind through the grass and trees, the loud chatter back at the fire all stopped. My eyes fluttered closed as I gripped the front of his shirt tightly like he might disappear. My back was suddenly against a tree making me realize we had made it to the tree line far from the other immunes.

I pushed Gally back then gestured for him to lay down. Once he was back on the grass I climbed onto his lap. I continued our heated kiss until his hands skimmed under my shirt. Just the feeling of his bare hands against my skin set me on fire. I sat back quickly pulling my shirt over my head. He sat up to do the same not taking his eyes off me. I kissed him again as his hands roamed my back. I felt him fiddle with the clasp of my bra for a moment then it unclipped. He tossed it to the side. I groaned softly as his hands gently caressed me.

I stood up suddenly taking my shorts of quickly. I rid him of his shorts as well before he had the chance to do it himself. My body was on fire and I couldn’t wait any longer. He groaned the moment I grabbed him with my hand. I sat back down then kissed him as I moved to sit back on him. The slow deep groan that left his lips was the most incredible sound I’d ever heard. His hands instantly grabbed my hips as I started to move against him.

“(Y/N)” he whispered as he grabbed my head and pulled me down to him.

He held my body against him as I continued to move. He kissed my lips, my forehead, my cheeks, my temple, and my neck. Anywhere he could reach he would kiss. His grip on me tightened as I moved faster. I could feel the foreign feeling grow in the pit of my stomach. I grasped as I clutched at Gally’s shoulders.

Just as I was about to scream for the mounting pressure Gally captured my lips with his muffling the sound as everything unraveled.

“Fuck” Gally gasped as his body tensed.

I collapsed on top of him breathing heavily. Gally hugged me to him then kissed the top of my head.

“As much as I hate to we should probably get back to the others.” He panted.

“Yea, you’re right.” I breathed out as I slowly got up.

We both got dressed slowly. Gally kept interrupting me by kissing different parts of my exposed flesh. I had to swat him away while chuckling so I could finish putting my clothes on. Once we were both dressed we made our way back to the camp. The first person to notice us was of course Brenda.

“Glad to see you gave up on those excuses.” She said with a mischievous smile.

“Yea, we talked it out.” I said shrugging.

“Mhm, looks like you did more than talk.” She laughed.

“What?” I asked in instant panic.

With a huge shit eating grin Brenda stepped forward picking a few pieces of grass and leaves from both mine and Gally’s hair.

“Your shirt is also on backwards.” She pointed to Gally with her smile still in place.

“Night you two.” She added then walked away.

“How does she do that?” Gally grumbled as he quickly fixed his shirt.

“No clue” I huffed out a laugh.

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