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Her Reign

a/n: Hello, my Fabulous Readers! Would you like to take a trip down Memory Lane with me? Boy, do I have a treat for y'all...

When I was just starting to write my fanfics 8 - 9 years ago, before I fell into major Writer's Block, and went on my forced Hiatus, I wrote this fic for a good friend. Because back then, she drew Steve fanart for me, and I wrote Loki fics for her.

Fast forward to this year, I'm looking through my old notes in my notes apps, low and behold I find a handful of fic ideas and half-written, unfinished fics. And honestly, young me literally had the best fic ideas 😆 I realize that they're basically my very own Vaults! They couldn't have came on a better time, when I want to connect to my younger self, and remember what it was like, when life wasn't as complicated.

Ofcourse, it's not completely the original story, present me needed to polish the rough patches in the story, because specific timeline when this was written, was roughly somewhere before Endgame after Infinity War...😅 And I also need to make sure, it's semi-accurate to the current MCU, for my own sake.

But still, I hope y'all will enjoy reading this one, all the same.

Loki Odinson x Y/n Y/L/N's Daughter, Lucy Laufeyson

Requested: No

WARNINGS: Loki's Death(seriously doesn't need to be a question😆), Abusive, cliché Evil Step-parent, Allusion to the abuse Y/n goes through, Lucy imagining and enacting revenge(and justice) on Evil Step-Parent, Lucy goes ape-shit, Loki would be proud. Story goes way dark(not GOT Dark, but still, pretty dark). Written by me, when I was still fairly new to writing, so sorry for the errors present Me isn't able to fix.

DNI Divider by @firefly-graphics

Enjoy!

Loki looking at Lucy from Valhalla...

It was a typical day for the Avengers in the Avenger Compound. Agents of every kind, rushed here and there, to finish their duties. In one of the lower floors underground, lived the Avengers. Each had their own apartment. But they liked to spend time together, in the common room. And today was no exception.

The room was full of chaos. From the sounds of a certain Captain's daughter crying, because she fell down while attempting to walk, with her doting mother and older brother trying to calm her down, to Peter Parker, Bruce Banner and Dr. Stephen Strange devising a way to make their tactical suits more durable, and more accommodating to the various shapes and sizes each individual, human, alien or super, has.

Lucy Laufeyson is among the chaotic bunch. Born and raised together with James Anthony Rogers, making her pretty much used to everything that happens around here, around her considered-extended family. She'd been living with the Avengers and her Uncle Thor Odinson, in an effort to avoid her Step-Father, Grey Wallace. Well, specifically to avoid hurting, said man.

From the moment her grandmother, from her mother, Y/n Y/L/N's side, had told her that she was to have a Step-Father, she knew that it would take a lot of strength and maturity. For she knew Gray wasn't a good man. He abused her mother and basically, forced her to have his child. Luckily, Lucy could never hate her younger Brother, Greyson. She hated his sperm donor.

Before Loki died, he had written a note to every member of his family. For Thor, Y/n, and especially Lucy. The one for her, specified that he wanted Thor to take his family to New Asgard, where he hoped to be laid to rest.

Once his request was fulfilled, she decided to take her father's name and use it to make a legacy of her own in her new home. Despite this, it didn't stop her from imagining enacting her revenge on Grey. She hated everything he did to her mother, and today is living proof of that.

"Hey James. Nice shield." Lucy smirked, it looks uncannily like her Father's.

"Oh, Lucy... Hi... I-I-I was just borrowing this from Dad." James answered, turning pinker by the minute.

"Calm down, Rogers. I was just teasing." Lucy said, playfully boxing his arm.

"Besides, I'm not here as often as I used to. Just for old times sake."

"Sometimes I wonder how we've been friends, since birth." James sighed.

"Come on... you know you love me, Cap Jr." Lucy smirked again, living for the reaction she gets, from her dear sweet James.

"Excuse me, Ms. Laufeyson, but Ms. Alexa is here." Tony's AI, JAKASTA, said.

"Thanks, JAKASTA." Lucy replied.

"See you later, Rogers." She added, patting the side of his pink face on her way out.

Lucy walked from the training room, through endless hallways, with Agents working and training, as well as the scientist conducting tests and experiments, of all kinds, to the elevator, that will take her down to the Lobby. Her heart leapt with excitement. She always loved seeing her Mother, and her younger Brother, whenever they came for a visit. Preferably without her infamous Step-Father, who in her opinion, descended straight from Hell.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the Lobby, where she knew the people her Family, would be waiting. She pushed open the only door, separating her from the Lobby, and saw her mother for the first time in months. Beautiful but bruised and slightly battered. Loki would hate Grey.

"Mom!" Lucy called.

"Hello Lucy." Y/n replied, looking up from talking to Y/O/N Rogers, her best friend since before meeting the loves of their lives.

Lucy walked a little faster and went to give her mother a gentle but firm hug.

"What am I? A chameleon? Where's my hug?!" Lucy's younger brother, Greyson, asked/exclaimed.

"Hello to you, too, Baby Brother." Lucy smirked, going in to hug her sibling.

"It's always a gem, to see you both together like this!" Alexa cried, tears forming in her eyes.

"We really need to catch up." Greyson said with a smile, taking Lucy's hand.

Sometime later, the family sat in a restaurant downtown, enjoying the food and coffee, while catching up and sharing stories with one another.

"And he just ran and ran and BOOM! Homerun!" Alexa finished, with pride in her eyes as she looked at her son.

"It was nothing, really. Honest." Greyson said, blushing at the attention.

"Changing the subject, how are you and your so-called 'childhood bestfriend, not potential lover', Dear Sister." Greyson teased.

"I told you the last time, Greyson. We're just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less." Lucy replied, as a matter of factly.

"Now, why don't I believe that?" Greyson muttered, under his breath.

"Shut up." Lucy replied, with a playful shove towards him.

"It's so nice to see you both getting along." Alexa said, wistful.

"I would be happier if that lousy excuse of a Step-Father is six feet under and never ever coming back." Lucy commented, scooping up some of her food into her mouth.

"Lucy-" Alexa started, wiping her eyes, before opening her arms towards her daughter.

"I mean it, Mom. He's hurt you enough." Lucy replied.

"Dad wouldn't want this for you..." She added, taking her Mother's hand, and rolling up the sleeve a little to reveal the marks hidden underneath.

"Sorry, Mom. But I agree with Lucy. If he hadn't hurt you, and continued to hurt you, things might've been different." Greyson replied, as Y/n pulled her hand away, and pulled her sleeves down, even further than before.

"I know three days ago wasn't the best wedding anniversary..." She started to explain.

"WHAT THE HELL DID HE DO THIS TIME?!" Lucy exclaimed, her anger boiling up to the surface.

"It's nothing, Lucy." Alexa sighed.

"It isn't just nothing, Mom! It's always something." Lucy raised her voice. Her eyes being drawn to the sleeve that her Mother, so desperately, was using to try to hide the marks from her, earlier.

"This is the last straw! He's been doing this ever since you married him. It needs to stop." Lucy announced, with finality and determination.

"Lucy, no. It's fine. I'm used to it." Alexa replied, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

"I told you, Mom. He's hurt you enough." Lucy repeated, before standing up.

"I've had enough." She growled, before walking away with purpose and determination, with Y/n's and Greyson's voices calling behind her. Falling on deaf ears.

Grey Wallace was walking from his office building to his car. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to having a beer when he got home. He was practically skipping down the road, until he felt like someone was watching him, from the shadows. Shrugging it off as paranoia, he continued walking.

He finally arrived at his car, ready to unlock it when he was forcefully, pushed against his car. His arms painfully pinned against his back.

"Who are you? What do you want? If you want my money, take it. I-It's yours." Grey said in a panic, words coming out in quick succession.

"I don't want, nor do I need your money." The figure, behind him, replied.

"Then, w-what do you want?" Grey asked again, shaking to the bone.

"I want justice for my Mother." The figure replied, a sinister smile slowly beginning to form on her face.

"I-I don't even know y-your Mother." Grey cried, before being turned around, and pinned to the side of his car.

"Oh, don't act coy, now... You know my Mother... In fact you know her very well, that you've taken to hurting her for about 5 years, now. Isn't that right, Step-Father?" The figure said, her face coming into the light.

"Lu-Lucy..." Grey gasped, not believing his eyes.

"That's right. And I have come to make sure you'll never lay another hand on my Mother, ever again." Lucy said, before turning into her Jotun form and punching her Step-Father.

Grey's world turned black.

His eyes burst open, and he quickly looked around in a panic. Remembering the terrifying sight of his Step-Daughter, before she knocked him unconscious. He sighed in relief, when he found that he's all alone in his Hospital Room.

"Think you're safe, Step-Father?" Lucy said, appearing out of nowhere.

"Lucy... Lucy... Whatever I've done to you and Y/n, I'm sorry." Grey pleaded.

"You think that's enough?! You think that sorry will take away all you've done to her?! To the both of us?!" Lucy exclaimed, her bright green eyes turning red.

"You're lucky, I only left you with a concussion, and a punctured lung. I would have killed you on the spot, had I not made myself promise Mom not to hurt you too badly." She added.

"Lucy, please I beg you..." Grey begged.

"Oh, now you're begging me." Lucy cackled.

"Like how Mom begged you to let her go, every single hellish night..." She continued, her features slowly changing.

"Lucy, you need help. Y-you don't look well. Y-you're blue!" Grey exclaimed.

"Oh, don't pretend like you care. You never did." Lucy snapped.

"Why are you turning blue?!" Grey shrieked, panicked, his monitor blaring at his increasing heartrate.

"Let me answer your question with this question: Have you ever wondered why we never told you about my birth Father? Why no one ever spoke of him?" Lucy said, lightly caressing the tube that re-inflated his lung.

"Well, the answer is quite simple actually. I'm the daughter of Loki of Asgard." Lucy said, turning full Jotun, and staring right into Grey's eyes.

"Y-You-You're the daughter of Loki Laufeyson, the one who invaded the planet?" Grey asked, trying to scurry away but couldn't. bound to the bed by the very tubes and wires that are helping him.

"Yes. So, if I were you... I'd be glad, that I spared your life. I may seem all sweet and innocent, but trust me when I say this..." Lucy added, slightly squeezing the tube. Blocking it from keeping his lung inflated.

Grey started to feel a tightness in his chest. Unable to catch his breath, from fear, and distress.

"I'm so much worse than my Father. So much worse." Lucy growled. Releasing her grip on the tube.

Allowing Grey to finally able to relax and breathe better and regularly, now.

"You're just lucky I made a promise to my Mother. Had I not, I would have done so much worse." Lucy added, getting up and leaving.

"Leave my Mother alone, or a collapsed lung and concussion won't be the most excruciating thing you'll ever experience." Lucy said, turning back to look at him.

"I give you my word, Step-Father." She added, turning into back her human form, her eyes glowing red for a second before going back to green.

Grey shook with fear, causing Lucy to smirk. And with that, she turned and left.

Lucy walked through the hospital doors and out, before opening a portal in the middle of the driveway and walking through it. Taking her home to New Asgard.

When she stepped out of the portal, her red leather jacket, stripped sleeveless blouse, leggings and boots, instantly turned into a long, green, mermaid style dress with a shimmering light green cape, connected in the back.

Her raven black hair curled, pulled back, half up, half down, and a complicated gold head piece with it. She walked to the kingdom, where everyone who saw her, bowed respectfully.

She made her way into the Palace, where her Keeper eagerly greeted her at the entrance. For a man, who was about 1,000 years old, give or take, he definitely could keep up with Lucy's long strides.

"Your Ladyship! The King has gone to Wakanda on business, but there are some matters of great importance to attend to." The man explained, pointing to the long list of matters, needing her immediate attention.

"I shall deal with all the problems one by one. I want to make sure everything is dealt with, accordingly." Lucy announced, taking a seat on the throne.

"Lady Loki, the people are waiting for you." The court announcer told her.

"Send them in." She answered, as the guards allowed the people to come inside. Which little by little, she solved all of them. Loki's Daughter, Y/n and Greyson's fiercest protector, Asgard's warrior, and Valkyrie's Right Hand, Lady Lucy.

a/n: I hope you all enjoyed it! Despite the errors, and the dark stuff... Maybe this'll lead me to upload other, more worthy fics in the Future.

We'll see.

Until next time!

❤ Booky

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Requests from two anons. The photo became a pair of knickers and I’m not taking responsibility for it, haha! Are you all ready for Valentine’s Day? I know I am! Remember, if you don’t have anyone to spoil you, just spoil yourself! PS: How perfect is this gif for this Imagine?

Words: 2364 Warnings: smut, (body) insecurities, virgin!Reader

Loki gnashed his teeth, hissing quietly as he closed the door to his room at the Avengers Tower, each and every movement a painful reminder of how his hardness was rubbing against the tight fabric of his leather trousers.

He was soon going to lose his mind if he didn’t get to share his bed with you. Needless to say, he would not lay a hand on you until you begged him to fuck you—but, given the current progress of your relationship, there was a chance he would be waiting for quite a while longer.

Damn that royal chivalry he had grown up with. Part of him longed to just throw you on his bed and have his way with you, to make you cum for him over and over again until he had you screaming his name, begging him for more and to stop both at the same time. But the other… the other respected your pace.

He considered himself lucky. For all he knew, you could have rejected him for what he had done here on Midgard all those years back and yet, you had received him with open arms. He was the last person that had expected would fall in love, ever—or ever again, especially after what had happened with Sylvie. And yet here you were now, making him go insane with desire for you, a mortal.

He’d be foolish to admit this to Thor, let alone the Avengers. For all they knew, he was oddly protective over you. They needn’t know more, not at the present time. For now, he wanted you all to himself, and eventually… eventually he would have his way.

It was as clear as the waters of Asgard that you were untouched. The many times you had shared kisses you had been timid, holding back on what could have turned into… something more heated and most of all, naked.

He’d had you sit on his lap before, making you ride his thigh. He’d sneaked his hand under your skirt while you were working and running errands for the Avengers, forcing you to stay quiet as you came all over his hand, coating his skilled fingers with your juices and he sure had realised soon enough just how submissive you were around him.

He could see it in your eyes—how much you enjoyed giving him control over your body, over your pleasure. The amount of trust you put in him made him even harder and he grunted as he leaned his forehead against the cool wood of his door for a moment before letting out a deep breath and reaching into his pocket with a smirk.

It was pair of your used knickers he had taken from you without your knowledge, tucked into his pockets using magic when you were not looking. It was a green pair—one you knew he loved seeing on you. In fact, whenever you got dressed or undressed, he made sure to treat it as a show, and he adored how it made you blush every single time, for soon, you’d started wearing his colours—you never lost a word about it but it was obvious to him you had done so to both please and tease him.

The knickers that were currently in his hand were soaked. He’d made sure to tease you relentlessly today, whispering sweet nothings and filthy promises into your ear throughout the day and yet, not allowing you any relief. Perhaps he was being a little crude but then again… it was only a fraction of what he was feeling every single day. Besides, he was the God of Mischief.

You’d never taken the initiative before yet, confirming to him just how innocent and inexperienced you must have been with men. He’d not yet asked you to please him with your hands or even your mouth even though the thought of you kneeling before him almost had him cum in his leather trousers.

Instead, for now, he brought the knickers to his face and pressed them against his nose, inhaling deeply. The damp fabric against his skin had him moan and before he knew it, he let his clothes disappear with magic, stepped further into his room to lean his hand against the wooden bedpost and wrapped the knickers around his rock-hard cock, stroking it without any further delay.

 -

In love. With the God of Mischief himself. You grinned to yourself now that you were alone. Loki had retreated to his own room for the night, respecting your privacy and making sure you got enough sleep after all the work Tony and the others had been putting you through lately.

He was so kind, so respectful and gentle… so unlike what the others had warned you he was like. And just like that… you had fallen for him. At first, you’d kept it to yourself, admiring him from afar but when he started making advances… spending more time around you, standing or sitting just a little too close, taking interest in your work and your person… you’d soon begun wondering if you were dreaming. Sure, Thor too had fallen for a mortal woman before but Loki?

You didn’t exactly perceive yourself as particularly alluring, let alone conventionally attractive. You’d never been the girl the boys were after at school, never been the girl that got invited to prom or crazy college parties, and before Loki… you’d never been in a proper relationship and were hence rather… pretty… completely inexperienced.

He knew. You knew he knew. He had to. The way you kissed him shyly, never initiating anything but holding his hand or leaning against his chest when you were cuddling on his or your bed and you made him watch one of your favourite movies or TV shows with you.

And to be quite frank… you couldn’t possibly imagine him desiring you in a sexual way. You wanted him to, hell, in your fantasies, you’d done all of the filthy things you’d seen in porn films before with him but in reality… in reality, you chickened out at the mere thought of speaking up about it. But if there was one thing you knew about Loki it was that he was incredibly perceptive—and whenever the two of you were together, you couldn’t feel more comfortable.

With a sigh, you entered the small en-suite bathroom in your room and splashed some cool water on your face. But when, after drying yourself up, you reached for your hairbrush, you frowned. It wasn’t there. You must have forgotten it in Loki’s room—that god loved brushing your hair and braiding it. He’d learned to do it for his mother when he was young and since then, it seemed, it had become part of his love language.

You smiled to yourself. Now you had an excuse to see him again before going to bed. Drying yourself up, you left your room and made your way over to Loki’s. You were the only one who could enter and walk straight through his wards, so you didn’t bother knocking when you got there.

“Loki, I think I left my brush in your—“

You froze when you opened the door, revealing the God of Mischief naked and pumping his hard length… with a pair of your knickers. Your lips parted, heat flushing your cheeks. Loki barely managed to halt. He was flustered when he turned around, his aroused blue eyes meeting yours.

“—room,” you finally chirped. “I’m s-sorry, I should have knocked.” It was a conclusion rather than a question. Loki gave you the slightest hint of a smirk. Did he know? That the very sight of him—like this—made your heart race, your stomach tighten and your pussy clench?

“It’s on the vanity,” he rasped at last, almost… unfazed. Was he biding his time, curious as to what you’d do? Even after the many times Loki had coaxed countless orgasms from you, you had never felt more desirable than right now. If he stole your worn knickers to bring himself some relief, to make himself cum to the thought of you… it filled you with a wave of arousal and confidence like you had never felt before.

“Can I… um… can I… help you?”

Loki stepped closer to you, his scrutinising gaze never leaving yours.

“If you wish,” he purred, releasing his member at last.

“Tell me what to do…” Part of you longed for him to order you to kneel before him so he could fuck your mouth until he’d had his fill… another… another bathed in his respectful behaviour around you. There was no way this was the same man who had once attempted to subjugate Earth. And just like that, you realised with a start… that you wanted him to sleep with you. Now.

“Loki…” He knew without you so much as trying to put your thoughts into words. Perhaps he could tell by your dazed look, your shallow breathing…

“Are you certain? I’m not sure I will be able to stop once I have you writhing beneath me, pet.”

“I-I’m… I’m sure. Please, Loki.”

“Then get on the bed. Take off your clothes… and don’t take your eyes off me when you do.”

You nodded, biting your lower lip with joyful anticipation as you did as you were told. You knew exactly what he intended to do to you with this. He wanted you to feel sexy, to feel alluring. And, the more seconds passed under his scrutinising gaze… the more you started believing that you were.

You still attempted to cover yourself up once you were fully naked, with all of your clothes discarded on his floor.

“Ah-ah-ah… let me look at you, pet. Spread your legs for me.” Your eyes widened. Hesitantly, you did as you were told, revealing your throbbing and wet cunt to his greedy eyes.

When Loki licked his lips, you were done for. By the time he crawled on the mattress and hovered above you like the god he was, you’d lost your ability to speak and yet, his soft kiss kept you in this reality, anchored to the love and affection you had for him.

Loki’s leaking tip pressed against your entrance, making you flinch not out of fear but anticipation. You bucked your hips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his soft hands travelled up and down your exposed body, caressing every single inch they could find.

“Please…”

The God of Mischief chuckled. “Patience, pet. I am just as desperate for you as you are for me but I will be taking my sweet time with you. At least the first time.” It sounded like a threat. No, like a promise. No, both. You moaned, arching your back to get even closer to him and then, slowly… you felt him push inside.

You were so wet there was hardly any resistance and unlike what your friends had told you, you barely felt any pain as he stretched you out, taking you inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

Loki stilled, studying your reaction all the while you were hoping that your pleading expression would make him give up an ounce of control and fuck you.

Shit, what was going on with you? How had the sight of him masturbating turned you so feral? How had your used knickers around his cock flipped a switch in your mind? And did it matter? No, an aroused voice in your head whispered.

And then, finally… Loki withdrew and thrust forward again, repeating the motion slowly and intimately. You dug your fingers into his naked back, pulling him even closer to you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, heels pressing against his buttocks. His hot skin on yours had you see stars, even more so when his strokes became more erratic, more eager.

Loki began to rut into you mercilessly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and fuck… narrating to you what was happening.

“Hmm… does it feel good, pet? My cock filling you whole? Your soaked quim is squeezing me so tightly, I…” Your breath hitched when he was interrupted by a moan, his eyes closing blissfully. Every single thrust hit pleasure spots inside of you that you had no idea existed. Higher and higher you climbed, nearing your orgasm so fast it almost scared you, and when Loki’s hand ghosted down to where your bodies met, pampering your clit with skilled fingers, you were ready to fall.

“You have no idea how much I’ve longed to finally be inside of you, make you mine…” The curse that left his lips was in a different language, Old Norse, perhaps. “Cum for me, pet…” He grunted, breathing out your name. “Now.”

It was an order you couldn’t have disobeyed even if you had wanted to. You practically exploded, your pussy milking him for dear life. Again and again, you clenched around him rhythmically, feeling his own release as he jerked against your walls and filled you up with his seed.

Pleasure surged through you like Greek fire, consuming you from the inside out. Helping each other ride out your orgasms, it wasn’t for a while until Loki finally came to a stop and rolled you over so you came to lie on top of him, with his cock still deep inside of you. Some of his seed came dribbling out of you, staining your inner thighs.

“Are you alright, my love?”

“Yeah… I just can’t move.” You grinned even though it was already too exhausting to move your lips too much. None of your friends had ever told you that the first time having sex would be this tiring… in a good way. Your eyes fell shut.

Loki chuckled darkly. “Oh dear, if you believe I will let you sleep just yet, you are very wrong, pet.” His promising words already sent a new shiver through you. And even though you had no idea how you would keep up with the stamina of a god… you were already looking forward to even more sex with this wonderful and mischievous man.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story! Make sure to stop by on my account if you want more Imagines! ♥

[auroracalisto]

imagine: annoying loki.

“As much as I absolutely adore your affection,” Loki said, looking over at you from his book, his eyes narrowing the more he spoke, “I would much rather have you be quiet.”

You rolled your eyes at him, tossing your phone on the couch.  “Alright, Mr. Grumpy Pants,” you mumbled under your breath, fully aware that the God of Mischief could hear you.

“Again with the name,” he sighed, returning his attention back to his book.  However, he couldn’t help but smile, appreciating the fact that you were quiet now while he read.  

[areyoureadyforsomemeatballz]

The Mix Up

Requested by: anonymous Love potion AU with Loki

“I don’t know why you bother with Loki,” Natasha says as she holds up a slinky vampire costume up to her body. “He’s a complete dick.”

You roll your eyes as you scan through the racks of costumes. “He is not!”

“He walks around campus with his nose in the air and a stick up his ass.”

“Just because he’s more introverted than his brother doesn’t mean he’s a dick. He’s just shy.”

“The only reason he even talks to you is because you wrote his term paper.”

“That’s not true,” you mumble. “We helped each other.”

She pats your arm and picks up a pair of fangs to complete her ensemble. “I’m going to buy this. Find something, you’re coming with me tonight. We’ll find you a delicious pallet cleansing rebound.”  

You follow her fiery red hair through the costume shop, trying not to take her words to heart. A hand on your shoulder brings you back to the present. You’re met with a beautiful young woman.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your plight,” she says with a slight accent. “I have something that might help.”

She holds out an iridescent pink vial to you and you eye it curiously. “What is it?”

“Slip a few drops to your beloved and he won’t be able to get enough of you,” she says with a Cheshire grin. “Consider it a gift.”

Your hand shoots out, as if on its own accord, and you gaze at the vial in your hand. When you look back up the woman is gone. You drop it into your purse and quickly grab the first costume you see as Natasha makes her way back over to you.

She grins at your choice of costume, or rather the lack of fabric. “You’re going to be irresistible.”

You tug down the skirt of your dress, only to expose more of your chest. You pull the cloak that came with the cheesy witches costume around you to maintain at least a shred of decency. The music is way too loud and you’d finished your drink ages ago. You’re headed for the door, desperate to get into a pair of pajamas when a silky voice sounds from behind you.

“Not having any fun?”

You turn around with a smile. “Loki, I didn’t think that you’d be here.”

“At my house,” he questions with his eyebrow raised, a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

You laugh softly. “It’s just not really your scene.”

“I’m trying to keep Thor’s guests from destroying the place,” he murmurs. “Care to join me in my impossible quest? After sharing a drink with me of course.”

You smile and follow him into the kitchen. When his back is turned you find yourself slipping a few drops from the vial into his drink.

What are you doing? You reprimand yourself. Best case scenario you’re giving the guy you like a love roofie.

Before he turns around you swap glasses with him, cradling the cup close to your chest. You move to dump it out but before you can Loki’s brother, Thor swipes the cup and downs it in one gulp.

“Loki, do introduce me to your gorgeous friend,” Thor says with a wink.

Your eyes go wide as you watch Thor, failing to notice the way Loki clenches his fist. 

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24 little kinks | Door 7 🎄

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” he chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat it all at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

A/N: Oh, the amount of research I had to do for this special… enjoy, everyone!

Saturday was the day you finally decided to think about what to get your friends for Christmas. Tony had invited everyone to his festive Christmas party on Friday next week. Until then, you wanted to be ready and avoid the stress in all the stores. Loki did not yet understand the concept. He would be thrilled to shower you with presents, so he had told you, and maybe gift Thor a little, insignificant little trinket but as for the others? That was out of the question.

You couldn’t blame him—not after how they treated him even now that it was Christmas. One more reason to make him feel at home in your flat and have him spend the greatest time of the year with someone who truly loved him.

The two of you were enjoying a comfortably silent breakfast together when your phone ran and you flinched. Really soon, you were going to chuck that annoying thing out of the window and into the snow where it could die happily.

“Tony, I haven’t even had my coffee yet, this better be really important.”

“It’s me, Thor.” Loki looked up both interested and indifferently. “Is my brother with you?”

“He is. You want to speak to him?”

The God of Mischief took the device only reluctantly. He hated electronics for the most part.

“What?” Pause. “I see… yes… well, do we have a choice? Fine… I meet you there.” He hung up. You glared at him curiously.

“They found something.”

“When do we leave then?”

“Not we. You stay here this time, my sweet, as will the others. Thor and I are going alone. Whatever Banner has discovered, it must be no match for humans if Thor insists on us going alone.”

“I see…”

Loki stood, his full armour magically wrapping around his body with a green shimmer of light, and pressed a gentle kiss on your temple. He could be so soft when he was with you…

“Please be careful.”

“Of course. Don’t open the advent calendar without me.” With that playful warning and a mischievous smirk, he disappeared.

-

He had told you not to, explicitly. But you were so curious already. Besides, you really needed a distraction. You were worried for Loki. He had a good heart. When it came down to it, he would give his life for his brother—and you were not sure Thor would be able to value his sacrifice and stop him from doing it.

Desperate for some work, you cleaned the kitchen and changed the bed sheets until your eyes wandered back to the advent calendar on your desk.

Just a glimpse, maybe?

Sneakily, you peeked inside. The box was larger than the others, longer, and it revealed… a green rabbit g-spot vibrator. Festive. You swallowed thickly. Oh, this was so tempting. And it was a toy for you anyway, so technically…

A wave of arousal flooded your body. You were still wearing your sleep shirt without any knickers on and even though it was not Sunday, you did not intend to get changed today. You bit your lower lip—ripped open the hygiene seal to unpack it and then practically threw yourself on the fresh bed sheets.

This baby came with a cable for recharging and the best part… it was already charged. “Oh my God…” You breathed when you switched it on. Those vibrations were strong.

Taking a deep breath, you brought it to your private parts, teasing your outer lips and your clit for a while with the different vibration patterns. Your eyes flattered shut, your mind wandering off to Loki, imagining him between your legs like last night… imagining him watching you pleasuring yourself with this toy.

There was no need for lube. You started flooding the freshly made bed quickly, spreading your wetness all over your entrance before you slowly penetrated yourself with the vibrator. Oh, it felt heavenly. Not as heavenly as Loki’s cock, of course, but it hit close to home for all the future times he’d be absent and you’d be… horny.

If he came back now and caught you, what would he say? What would he do? You fantasised as you fucked yourself fast, the little rabbit stimulating your clit. Your orgasm built quickly. Gods, with that advent calendar, you’d be sure to have orgasms every single day until Christmas.

You imagined Loki taking the vibrator from your hands, fucking you roughly. When he’d have enough of teasing you, he’d toss it away carelessly and replace the vibrating toy with his aching length, burying himself inside you to the hilt. His fingers would reach between your joined bodies and toy with your clit until he had you writhing beneath him, whimpering his name and begging him for more.

“Loki…” You whispered. Your silent cries soon turned into loud moaning as you neared your peak, thrusting even faster. “Ah… Loki!”

You came with his name on your lips, your whole body shaking from the intense pleasure as you contracted around the still vibrating toy. If only Loki could see you now, all worked up and ready for him… you swallowed thickly as you attempted to come down from your high slowly, switching the vibrator off when the stimulation became too much.

You were still horny, felt a thirst which only Loki could quench. Gods, you really hoped he would be back soon—safe and sound.

-

A/N: Door 8 will be opened tomorrow, on December 8th!

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Ghost

Requested by: @stargazingbucky Ghosts with Loki!

Your head is pillowed on Loki’s bare chest, and the two of you are cuddled up under the blankets on your bed. His hands are running circles on your skin absentmindedly. You turn your head to press a quick kiss to his pectoral. He wraps his arms tighter around you.

“Are you still cold, dove? I’m sure we could find another way to heat you up. A bath, perhaps?”

You shake your head and nuzzle further into him. “I’m good. I’m too comfy to move.”  

His chuckle rumbles through his chest, and you smile against him. “Okay, no moving.”

You smell chocolate and glance over at the nightstand to see two mugs of steaming hot cocoa. You look up at him and pinch his side. “Showoff.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m simply providing for my love. So what if I don’t have to leave your arms to do so? Drink up, you are still shivering.”

A clash outside your door startles you off of Loki. “Oh my god, what if it’s a ghost?”

A soft peal of laughter bubbles up out of Loki’s throat and you glare at him. He raises his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh. I find it adorable that you immediately assume that it’s a ghost.” 

You settle against the headboard and nudge him with your elbow. “Think about it, I’m cold and now there are unexplained noises. All signs point to ghosts.”

He brings his hand up to his mouth to hide his smile. “I don’t think that’s how it works, pet. Besides, the building is probably settling and you are cold because we spent the day outside.”

“You’re a skeptic! It’s totally a ghost.”

“I’ve been all over the realms and I’ve seen a lot of things. But never ghosts like you are speaking of.”

The noise sounds off again, louder this time. His eyes widen and he motions for you to stay in the bed. “I’ll go see what it is.”

You grin at him as he moves off of the bed. “You made it mad because you don’t believe in it. I’m sorry for my lame boyfriend, spirit.”

He rolls his eyes and opens the door to your bedroom cautiously. A small black mass darts in past him and he jumps off the floor with a shriek. You can’t help but laugh at the noise he made. He reaches down and scoops the little ball of fur into his arms and raises his eyebrows. He joins you on the bed and opens his arms revealing a tiny black kitten.

“How’d he get in here?”

He strokes his hand down the little guys back and rubs under his chin. “He was probably looking for shelter from the cold.”

You take the small bundle from his hands and it rubs its tiny face into your hand. “Baby, can we keep him?”

He grins at you and the cat. “I think we should, I wouldn’t want to leave him to the elements.”

“We could name him Ghost.” 

His laugh fills the room and the two of you cuddle up with the newest addition to your family.

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[joyful-enchantress]

This had no business being this hot! 🥵

And gentle Loki during reader’s first time to boot? One of my favorite tropes 🫠🫠

Your writing is sublime, as usual! ❤️

Requests from two anons. The photo became a pair of knickers and I’m not taking responsibility for it, haha! Are you all ready for Valentine’s Day? I know I am! Remember, if you don’t have anyone to spoil you, just spoil yourself! PS: How perfect is this gif for this Imagine?

Words: 2364 Warnings: smut, (body) insecurities, virgin!Reader

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