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andsheloved · 3 years ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ➺ 𝟏

pairing ~ loki x f!reader

word count ~ 7.6k

summary ~ throughout your day to day at the tva, you've only gotten glimpses of chaos, peeking through windows and time doors to get a taste of something new. that is until you get an up-close look at the new variant taking your workplace by storm. anarchy never looked so tempting.

chapter warnings ~ loki series, infinity war, the dark world, and endgame spoilers, minor jealous behavior, some loki series dialogue is used, minor angst, mobius and reader are besties, tva agent!reader, protective behavior, descriptions of death.

a/n ~ it's finally here!! this is, the largest fic i've ever written and it's only the first chapter :'), i'm actually really proud of how this came out, and i can't wait to see what you all think of it!! this is a long one so without further ado; part 1!!

It was never supposed to be real, just something to keep the other agents at bay while Loki danced around them for a while.

You never could have expected how your heart felt when you saw them together.

But you could have sworn you felt something shatter.

You could remember the day he was brought in so clearly. Time worked differently in your workplace, that you had known from the very day, a day you couldn't seem to recall, when you had first began working at the TVA. But all of the clocks in every corner of the universe seemed to absolutely stand still when variant LL1130 entered the court room.

The shuffling of polyester pant fabric and pacing foot steps bounced off of the walls of the small hallway as you trailed behind the man that was sprinting in front of you. Mobius had all but yanked your arm through the time door just seconds after the other agent had handed him the variant's file.

"We have to go." Was all that he had said to you, a gleeful, childish smile on his face as he hurried through the portal.

You had attempted to ask him questions while you two rushed down the winding corridors, though he didn't seem to even hear you as you spoke to him, or more so, spoke at him, only continuing to stare almost lovingly at the file he had been handed just moments ago.

You realized now that you should have known exactly who this was about with just how thrilled he was.

Just as he was about to tear the court's door off it's hinges from enthusiasm, you stopped him, gently grabbing his arm.

"Mobius." You exhaled, your voice thinner than usual as you tried to catch your breath from the impromptu marathon he had put you through. "What's going on?" You asked again for the umpteenth time.

He stood frozen for a moment, his face completely blank as he stared back at you. His mouth parted for a moment, a hushed "Oh" falling from his lips, the gears in his head seemingly finally clicking into place when you cocked an eyebrow at him. His lips suddenly turned, forming an uncharacteristically satisfied smirk as he pushed the file into your hands.

You snapped the manila folder open, your eyes flickering and bouncing around the page as you skimmed through.

"It's him." The smile in his voice was palpable, and you couldn't help but smile a bit yourself, his excitement was always contagious.

Mobius had been here longer than you, you never knew for certain how much longer, all that you really cared to know was how he had quickly taken you under his wing without so much as a thought from the moment you met.

You couldn't quite remember when you had gotten your job at the TVA, maybe it was because you were simply just thrown into the work so quickly. Files and paperwork being shoved into your hands and haphazardly tossed onto the ever-growing stack pushed to the corner of your desk faster than you could finish reading over them. Though even throughout all the chaos, you could always remember Mobius.

"You seem familiar" You recalled how soft his eyes were as he looked at you, his feet planted firmly in front of your desk for the first time of many. You were panicked enough already, and the last thing that you needed that day was someone else's misguided pity. However, this felt different, something in the way he spoke to you felt different, genuine, like something clicked in him the moment he spotted your flustered expression, as you frantically searched your desk for some lost file, that activated his innate need to protect everything on the timeline. He barely knew you, even that was an overstatement, he didn't know you at all, it had only been less than a few moments after you looked up at him confused, dazed, and wondering why this oddly folksy stranger had suddenly taken an interest in your frazzled state. "...I've traveled enough places and seen enough faces to know when to trust someone."

Ever since day one, even on the days that were filled with nothing but frenzies of papers and meetings and courtrooms, you would always know one thing to be true, and it was that if the TVA dealt with only one thing, they dealt in only absolute facts.

Between Red-lines and Nexus Events and case files, only things of absolute certainty passed through your workplace.

And if there was one fact that was of absolute principle to you, it was that you and Mobius were always by each other's side.

You weren't sure if you could really remember a moment that passed without him beside you every step of the way. Even when you were still a bumbling new agent struggling to figure out your own Tempad, he was always the first one to offer that you take a break and a Josta.

Over the course of your career, you had grown to cherish those spontaneous cafeteria breaks, when the two of you would just simply wax poetic about his inconsequentially profound metaphors of time and space, even though they really meant nothing within the walls of this place. You especially loved those rare occasions when a blanket of calm and quiet was finally placed over your small slice of the timeline, when only the sounds of your joint laughter echoed off the arid walls surrounding you both. Those memories would always bring a smile to your face, even the memories of the nights when you would just sit in silence across from each other, only hushed, exhausted sighs being the sole sounds exchanged between the two of you.

For people who had seen almost every moment in time, every invention, every war, every celebration. Sometimes, silence was enough.

Regardless of the many nights spent in quiet, you still had been no stranger to his rambles about Loki, the variant he had apparently become quite fond of during his time working at the TVA.

Loki and his many variations almost became just as much as friends to you as Mobius was. You supposed you knew them well enough, well, probably not not as well as Mobius, but well enough.

After a moment of enthused bickering, the both of you finally hastily tiptoed into the court room, clumsily shuffling into one of the benches like school children late for class.

Though his back was turned to the both of you, his distinct energy was already detectable. There was an indisputable air of despicable playfulness surrounding the man stood at the front of the room.

You shifted closer to Mobius, his face like an excited puppy as he watched the raven haired man in awe, even when he cursed and struggled against his restraints, his eyes to so wide and bright that you would've thought Mobius was watching some perfectly choreographed ballet performance.

"Is that him?" You whispered, smiling as you leaned into him.

Yes. Clearly it was him. But you wanted the confirmation of the expert, you know, just to make sure.

He quickly replied, not even bothering to turn to look at you, "Yeah."

You didn't know what you had expected, or more so, who you expected. You knew that variants differed all across the timeline, you often wondered if there were variants of yourself walking around somewhere in the universe, what did they look like? Were they some demented, grotesque monster, with horns and fangs, with nothing but a semblance of your face that resembled your own? Or did they look just like you?

Mobius had shown you what some of Loki's variants had appeared as throughout the years, though none of those images could have prepared you for the man that stood at the front of the room now.

His hair was much shorter than some of the others you had seen, cut just below his ears and surprisingly curly. His skin wasn't the vibrant blue shade like you had thought it would be from seeing so many of Mobius' holograms, instead, it was almost abnormally pale, like he had been stuck in an eternal winter, his complexion freezing over just as chilled and wintry as a blizzard.

You hadn't even been paying any real attention to what was going on around you, though you felt your head instantly snapping up to the front of the room as Ravonna struck her gavel. It was a flurry of struggle and confusion before you felt the warmth of Mobius leave your side.

"I think I might..."

You looked up at him, your lips drawn into a thin line of bewilderment at his boldness, your brow furrowed as you awaited for him to dig himself a deeper hole with Ravonna.

"Have an idea... Of what he's capable of."

The room was filled with a thunderous silence when Mobius approached the bench, and a small smile appeared on your lips as you studied the very frazzled Loki that was still being restrained at the front of the room.

All of your life, you had known nothing but order and complete uniformity. It felt like ever since you could begin to form memories of your own you had been stuck in a limbo of nothing but utter equilibrium.

Loki was the embodiment of everything that you, and everyone else around, you weren't.

He was chaos and mischief and a concoction of endearing disarray all wrapped into one. Finally experiencing him in person made you understand how Mobius could become so captivated with someone so puzzling.

You knew you shouldn't have been so intrigued.

But watching him spat and quip at Ravonna, the woman who seemed to always float above everyone, as he poked at her without a single ounce of care in his tone about what was to happen next to him, you found yourself reeling from the abrupt, overwhelming urge to know more than just what Mobius had told you during all those late nights.

A bizarre feeling of discontentment flooded you. You weren't satisfied with just the fun facts anymore, the fuzzy holograms of blue-skinned creatures and outlines of golden horns.

You needed to know him.

You were thankful for Mobius' friendship with Ravonna, if it weren't for that, you probably wouldn't have wound up sitting across from Loki as you were now in the barren, orange and beige time theater.

His piercing stare threatened to scorch holes through the table. You saw now how he was much more intimidating up close, sitting only mere feet in front of you. You wondered how Mobius could ever compare him to a pussycat, a title which you now knew to be insanely incorrect.

Watching the two of them go back and forth at each other could be likened to watching a tennis match, one that you were sure could never be witnessed anywhere else but in this theater.

"I can't believe you were D.B Cooper!" Mobius exclaimed cheerfully, enthusiastically slapping the small table in front of him, "C'mon!"

Loki stared at him for a moment before replying, his arms contentiously crossed over his chest, "I was young and I lost a bet to Thor."

You hadn't even realized the enthused chuckle that escaped you until Loki's biting gaze was suddenly directed to you.

You sat in a chair to the left of Mobius, just the slightest bit behind him, taking a back seat as you watched the duo, up to this point, like a theater audience. Your eyes eagerly bounced between the men as they bickered, though now it seemed you had now unexpectedly been added into the conversational equation.

"And who are you?" Loki finally spat, his eyes squinting threateningly, as if he were appraising you.

You stammered out your name, and you internally cursed yourself for sounding so caught off guard.

Loki hummed in response, and a smug smirk grew on his lips, looking adequately satisfied by your frazzled state.

"Taking notes on all this?" He hissed scornfully, slumping back into his chair.

Your eyes flickered to Mobius to see his concerned expression, even though his powers were essentially put on a leash as long as he stayed within the confines of the TVA, you both understood that he was still just as dangerous.

You swallowed thickly before finally replying, "No," You sighed, "I'm just here to help."

If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't even exactly sure why you were here, though you tended to follow Mobius wherever he dragged you, this felt a little unorthodox, even for him.

Loki only cocked an eyebrow at you, "Another puppet for the Time Variance Authority, how delightful."

A part of you wanted to snap back at him. You weren't a puppet, you thought, you were your own person, you were more than just your job, it's not like this was all you thought about-

"Hey," You quickly dropped your gaze to the unexpected hand on your thigh, your eyes travelling up the fabric of his blazer until they landed on Mobius' concerned features. "You okay?" He whispered.

You offered a slow nod in response. He was always like this, knowing just when your gears were turning a little too fast for you. Over the course of your friendship, you couldn't even begin to count all the times he had pulled you from your own spiraling thoughts. You wondered how he hadn't already been snatched up by another agent, one that actually knew what they were doing, instead of always hanging around with you.

"I'm okay" You smiled, sighing as you gathered yourself.

He gently pat your thigh before returning to his interrogation.

It was always strange feeling though, one that you didn't think you would ever get used to, and one that you were sure felt even stranger for the man, who was now standing, across the room from you.

His hands were firmly planted on his hips as he watched what would have been, his eyes frantically darting back and forth across the projection as you watched him try to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Than am I not your mother?" The woman's words now seemed to echo from every corner in the now deathly silent room.

"You are not."

He began to inch closer to the projection as he watched, his features softer now.

It had never really occurred to you until now how jarring this all must be for someone who didn't deal with past, present, and future on a routine basis.

You were been told in training that variants were nothing more than nuisances, just minor footnotes in the grand scheme of the universe, the only purpose they served was to be wiped from reality.

Though now, as you watched his shoulders slump at the sight of his mother, you wondered if they were more than that.

Or at least if this one was.

There was a part of you that wanted to tell Mobius to stop. You understood how much this all meant to him, how much this case meant to him, but it felt like he had forgotten that inside these walls, Loki was still just as much of a person as the two of you, not some lab rat for him to poke at.

No magic or tricks could hide the vulnerability you felt radiating from Loki as he pleaded, asking Mobius questions with answers you knew would only hurt him more.

"I'll kill you." The words weighed heavily within the room even as Loki's voice grew thinner with desperation.

"What? Like you did your mother?"

In an instant, a chair was flying across the room, shattering the projection before it quickly repaired itself. Your breath hitched in your throat as Loki stomped over to Mobius, and suddenly, words were flying from your lips before you could even begin to think about them.

"Stop." You called out, not so much of a yell as it was a stern request.

Loki was already on the floor, hissing in pain as his shoulders rose and fell.

Mobius immediately turned from you as you got up out of your chair, his lips mouthing a silent "You okay?"

You quickly nodded before continuing, "I think we should take a break... I think that would be good." You turned to Loki, offering him an anxious smile before facing Mobius again.

The roar of a burning city continued to play in the background, the metallic, mechanical sounds of heroes gathering bounced off of every corner in the room, though there was still an atmosphere of silence that surrounded the three of you.

The quiet was finally broken by the resounding banging of the large doors opening, causing all three of you to whip your heads to the back of the room.

"What are you doing?" The hunter sneered, her annoyance was clear in her tone.

"My job." Mobius quipped, helping Loki from the floor as you stood off to the side, timidly gripping your clipboard as your fingers drummed against the back of it. "Is it yours to interrupt?"

She huffed before continuing. "We have a situation."

It was only a second really, well, maybe a few minutes at most had you both stepped out, but regardless of the amount of time that passed, he was gone.

"Get out of my way." You heard the strong grumble from behind you, before you found yourself being pushed into Mobius' side by another hunter.

"Sorry" You winced, gently pushing yourself from him.

"He couldn't have gone very far" Mobius mumbled to you, a twinge of displeasure in his voice as he adjusted his blazer, huffing before the two of you began to trail behind the group of hunters. But before you could even take more than a few steps, he stopped you, his hand abruptly gripping your arm, almost yanking you backwards as he paused. "You okay?"

You let out a quiet gasp before you whipped around to face him. He smiled, almost apologetically, before slowly dropping your wrist, "Sorry..." He whispered, and you had to actively stop your brows from furrowing at the strange sight of a light blush creeping up his cheeks.

"I'm okay, Mobius, I promise." You smiled, even though you knew it would take a little more convincing for him to be satisfied with your answer, seeing as he didn't believe you the two other times you had said that. "Why wouldn't I be?" You added cheerfully, but if you were being truthful with yourself, you were still a little shaken, and you were also certain that that fact was written all over your features. You couldn't exactly pin point what had gotten you so flustered, but this whole day was turning out to be more chaotic than either of you had ever anticipated.

"I just wanted to make sure, you seemed kind of... Spooked, before"

You sighed, reaching out to grab his hand and giving it a quick, reassuring squeeze before slowly starting down the hallway again.

"I could do this without you, you know" He quickly muttered.

If you hadn't gotten so used to his ever-changing, almost-frantic speaking pace, you may have missed it. Though almost instantly, you were pausing to face him once again.

"I mean it, not like I want you to- or for me to do this without you" He stammered, his fingers anxiously fidgeting with the corner of the manila folder partially tucked under his arm. He grumbled something unintelligible, clearly frustrated with himself before he finally sighed, "I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Mobius..." You looked directly into his eyes, and for a second, there was no missing variant, no exasperated Ravonna surely waiting for the both of you, just two friends concerned for each other. "I'll be fine, I promise."

You wanted to sound more sure of yourself, you wanted to be more sure of yourself, but with how up in the air everything was at the moment, you couldn't really be sure of anything.

He sighed, and you could tell just by the way he looked at you, with his eyes so full of worry, and a melancholy sort of half-smile on his lips, that he knew you wouldn't leave his side so easily.

"Promise?" He asked, his eyes furiously scanning your features as he awaited your answer.

"For all time." You smiled.

"Always."

It wasn't until you were forced to chase an escaped variant when you realized just how confusing your workplace could be. The endless corridors and the same three orange-hued propaganda posters plastered on every wall didn't help much in your search either. After a while every, hallway began to blend together.

You wondered what the point of all this chasing was at the end of the day, it wasn't like he'd really be able to escape anyways. Even if he managed to find a way back onto some random date on the timeline, that substantial of a Nexus Event would surely be rectified in no time at all.

You and Mobius had split off from the group of hunters at some point along the way, realizing that separating was probably the better option, though a part of you wondered if it was just that maybe Mobius couldn't stand being with those hunters for any longer.

After an endless amount of circling and aggravated grumbling, "Should've never interrupted... Never would'a lost him then." You both found yourselves at the doors to the time theater once again.

For once, it seemed, that the forever-creaking doors decided to finally silence in your favor, that, or Loki was completely distracted by the video playing before him now. But as you finally realized what scene was playing out, you figured the latter was more probable.

"You will never be... A God."

You could barely bring yourself to look, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you watched.

You knew that this happened, that once all was said and done, Loki would die.

There was something undeniably unnerving about watching it play out on the projection before you though, his pale skin turning a skin-crawling shade of light purple as the Titan dropped him carelessly to the floor.

You couldn't help the quiet gasp that escaped you as the reel finished unceremoniously, the bleak, pale light of the END OF FILE illuminating the room.

The chilling sound of desperate laughter suddenly filled the room, and Mobius took a single, echoing step from the door before finally speaking.

"What's so funny?"

Loki huffed, his back straightening as he took a deep breath, "Glorious purpose."

Mobius hummed, taking a few steps closer to him, "Nowhere left to run..."

Though as Loki sluggishly walked to the side of the room, gracelessly dropping himself down onto the small ledge that lined the perimeter of the room, you couldn't help but think all this chasing and melodrama was all for nothing.

It seemed that he had come to realize on his own that there was no use in running. What was there for him to run back to?

"I can't go back, can I? To my timeline?" His voice was thick with exhaustion as he looked up at Mobius.

You and Mobius shared a melancholy sigh before he continued.

"I don't enjoy... Hurting people. I don't enjoy it."

Your footsteps thundered through the nearly-silent room, and you could hear how Mobius' breath caught in his throat as you suddenly sat beside Loki.

You placed your clipboard beside you before taking a deep breath. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, unsure if you would even be able to get any words out at all. You looked to Mobius before finally speaking, "Explain that to me."

You turned to face him, and you almost wished you hadn't. His eyes were glassy, his forehead wrinkled as his lips turned into a faint frown.

It amazed you how this was the God that Mobius had warned you so much about, how even Ravonna had once told you how vicious the Loki variants could be.

As you looked at him now, you couldn't help but think how wrong they both seemed to be.

"Because it's part of the illusion." He smiled weakly, "It's the cruel... Elaborate trick, conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

Before you could even respond, Mobius cut you off.

"So you do know yourself..."

"A villain." He answered suspiciously quickly, as if the words were always sitting in the back of his throat, just waiting for someone to prompt him.

"That's not how I see it" You whispered, your eyes widening at your own statement. You casually turned from him, looking back to Mobius, trying to ignore the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in your chest as you felt Loki's gaze lock on you.

"Listen..." Mobius interjected, "I can't offer you salvation, but maybe I can offer you something better."

Loki left your side, slowly crossing the room to Mobius as he continued.

"A fugitive variant's been killing our minute men-"

"And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop them?"

Even as he tried his best to humor Mobius, you could still hear the faint traces of heartbreak in his tone.

"That's right."

"Why me?"

Oh, yeah. That.

Until now, you had almost entirely forgotten why this Loki was so important to Mobius in the first place.

"The variant we're hunting is... You."

Even though that fact had been sitting in the back of your mind ever since he had arrived, you found yourself shuttering at the idea.

If this was only the havoc that one Loki could cause in the TVA, you didn't want to even begin to imagine what more of them could do.

For a moment, you found your and Loki's thoughts syncing up perfectly.

"I beg your pardon?"

You didn't think these days could get any stranger, at least not until you patiently waited for Loki to notice you from the corner of his eye as he swatted the animated Miss Minutes on his desk with the rolled up Jet Ski magazine.

“New uniform?” You asked, and he hastily spun in his chair in response, his arms spread wide to give you a full view of his new attire. “Looks good.” You smiled, leaning on the edge of the Mobius’ former cubicle which had now been turned into Loki’s makeshift training room.

"It'll do." He smirked, wiping his hands down the front of his pants. He grumbled something else unintelligible under his breath before tossing the worn-out Jet Ski magazine back onto the desk in front of him. “So,” He spun in his chair now to face you, “Other than all this” He gestured aimlessly around the bustling office, “What do you do?”

The answer to his question should have come easily to you, you had done nothing but this for what felt like your entire life, yet you found you couldn’t find the words to explain your own work. It felt like such a vulnerable question, one that was reserved for close friends and your coworkers, and he certainly wasn't close to either of those things.

Loki came into your life like a hurricane, turning your entire office upside down in what seemed like only a few moments. He was pure anarchy, disguised in a button up and dress pants, though you couldn't help the strange voice that nagged at you from the back of your mind as he grinned at you, insisting that you could trust him.

So you stammered out the only answer you could think of, one that seemed to be carved into the very ridges of your brain since as far back as you could remember. “Protect the timeline.”

Loki instantly scoffed and your brow furrowed, not so much out of offense, but at the idea that he may have known just as well as you did how unsure you were of your answer.

"You asked what I did" You smiled timidly, feeling how your arms seemed to cross over your chest on their own accord, as if your body was already telling you to activate some sort of long forgotten self-defense programming from your training days.

"You really are so good, aren't you." You heard him mumble, so quietly, that if you hadn't been standing so close to him, you probably wouldn't have heard it.

"What?" You questioned, almost choking on your own words.

"You're good. Purely decent." He swiftly explained, "You are truly, one of the good guys. It's a rare occurrence. You should be proud."

"Why does that somehow feel like an insult coming from you?" You laughed.

"I can assure you it's not, simply..." He thought for a moment, his lips curling into a smirk once he finally came to a conclusion. "An observation."

You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I mean, what else do you do around here other than," He gestured aimlessly around the office, "This?"

You stammered as you quickly realized that no one had ever asked you that before, well, you supposed no one ever needed to, you all worked here anyway, what else was there to talk about?

"Talk... I guess..?" You almost winced at your own answer, when had you become so boring?

"How thrilling." Loki deadpanned, "Haven't you any hobbies? Anything you actually enjoy?"

You thought for a moment, the only ideas coming to your mind being work related. "Mobius and I..." You finally sighed, a soft smile on your lips as you answered. "After everything's done for the day, sometimes we go to the cafeteria."

"You have to be, the dullest human I have ever met."

"Hey!" You exclaimed humorously, attempting to mask the slight pang of disappointment that came with his observation. "Is saving the timeline not enough for you?"

"I believe you know my file well enough to know the answer to that."

"I think you have the wrong Analyst." You mumbled.

Loki tilted his head, his eyes squinting for a moment before he continued, "Am I to really believe that you, of all people, haven't see it?"

"Seen what?"

"My file. Or whatever other documentation this place has curated for me." He replied, rolling his eyes at the notion.

"I've seen it before, Mobius has shown it to me before," You added, "But that was it." You smiled softly, a twinge of dissatisfaction in your tone as you continued, "It's just not my area."

You could hear the sardonic hum of amusement that escaped him before he replied, "I must say, I didn't take you for a sidekick."

Before you had a chance respond, Mobius seemed to materialize beside you, his hand suddenly securely fixed on your lower back.

A quiet whimper escaped you at the unexpected feeling.

"S'that my Jetski magazine?" He asked, casually inserting himself into your conversation.

You tried to chuckle at the odd possessiveness Mobius always exhibited over his treasured magazines, but you couldn't even bring yourself to.

Sure, Mobius had touched you before, after what you could only imagine to be years upon years of working together, it was pretty hard to not come in contact with each other, but this felt different.

He stood just the slightest bit behind you, the front of his shoulder almost brushing against the back of yours.

His voice never wavered though, there wasn't a single shadow of edge or defense in his face, he just sounded just like the same, amiable Mobius that you had come to be such good friends with.

The only fact that had changed was that he was touching you, no, holding you, like you were something to loose.

You decided not to dwell on it for now.

"Anyways, c'mon, gear up, there's been an attack."

Your head was spinning at his abrupt change in pace, and you wondered why he hadn't led with that in the first place. Maybe he had other things on his mind.

Loki shot up from his chair as Mobius haphazardly tossed him a packaged jacket, the both of you hurriedly trailing behind him.

"Is he always like that?" Loki asked, though you were too busy trying to keep up with both of the men's lengthy strides to respond at first.

"He just get's excited abo-"

"So protective of you?"

If you all weren't in such a hurry, you probably would've paused in your tracks right then.

Was that what that was?

Despite your own questioning of Mobius' intentions with the gesture, you decided to not even give Loki the satisfaction he so clearly desired from you.

You only hummed in response at first, keeping your gaze locked in front of you as you weaved in and out of the many desks and cubicles that littered the main floor.

"That's Mobius." You finally replied, but was it? If you hadn't been so focused on trying to make sure you didn't lose Mobius in the crowded office, you probably would've closed your eyes to cringe at your own answer.

You couldn't tell if your breaths were becoming shallower from the sprint Mobius had just put you both through, or if your shortness of breath had something to do with how suddenly damp your palms had become.

This was what he wanted, to bother you, to get under your skin.

Just like Mobius told you.

You shook your head to yourself, maybe you would scold yourself later for putting so much sympathy in him, for thinking he was anything more than a self-entitled prince that longed for nothing more than to cause chaos, though a part of you still couldn't help but feel bad for him.

You took a deep breath, that was for later, there was more to focus on now.

Not another word was uttered between the two of you for the rest of the way, and even though you didn't dare look at him directly, you could still sense the smirk that was surely turned the corners of his lips as he studied you, searching for any crack in your facade.

Protective. You thought, of course he would be protective of you, you were his friend. He knew Loki more than anyone, and if he was worried, you were sure it was for good reason.

You smiled as you walked through the Timedoor, thankful for once that the location was somewhere slightly more enjoyable than sixteenth century France.

You wondered when the last time you had been to a Renaissance Fair rather than the actual Renaissance.

It was a nice change.

There were some times when you wished you could just stay, to witness the ever-stretching passing of time in places just like this.

There was so much life here. Colorful, patterned flags gently swayed gently in the breeze as children in not-so-accurate medieval witch and knight costumes ran around you without a care in the world. You paused for a moment, trying to take it all in without the pressure of a rogue variant on the loose or the endless paperwork that would surely arrive on your desk after all this.

"You on break time?"

You groaned, sighing before looking beside you to find another hunter.

"Just enjoying the view" You mumbled as you took another glance around.

You started to join the rest of the group, trailing just a few feet behind so you could still manage to get some peace before the inevitable pandemonium that awaited you all.

"Oof!"

You gasped when the sudden force collided with your leg.

"Sorry Miss!" The small voice below you chirped.

You looked down, the over-sized witch hat obscuring the rest of the child from your vision until she turned her chin up, smiling brightly at you.

"That's okay" You smiled, kneeling down to match her gaze, "Just as long as you don't put a curse on me."

The small girl's curls bounced as she shook her head fervently, "I'm a good witch!"

You let out a soft "Ah" in feigned realization, nodding your head.

If you hadn't been trying to entertain her, you probably would've rolled your eyes, groaning at the thought that in a few moments, you'd have to rush off and eventually leave this small bubble of normalcy.

One day, you swore, maybe you'd stay for more than a few minutes.

You looked to your side, spotting a small, rogue Daisy beside the girl's boots. You smiled before gently tearing it from the ground.

"Thank you-" You laughed at how the girl already snatched the flower from you before you had even fully lifted it to her, "For not cursing me." You whispered.

The little girl giggled, clutching the flower to her chest as she leaned into you, "You're welcome."

The sound of your name being called had you both jumping, your head whipping around to see both Mobius and Loki standing at the entrance to the large tent that stood in the center of the fair.

You smiled before finally standing up, watching as her bright smile quickly turned to a pout as she realized you had to leave.

She gasped, making you look down again.

"S'that your prince!"

You looked back at the two men, noticing how both of them were focusing on you, as if they had been listening to the whole conversation, a faint, almost-wistful smile on both of their faces.

"Sort of." You finally answered, before waving a quick goodbye.

"Think you were a Princess?" Mobius asked smirking when you finally joined them.

You let out a soft hum of amusement before walking past them.

"Smoothly done."

Loki's derisive response caught you off guard, to the point of almost tripping over your own feet as you rushed into the tent.

His sarcastic reply was only met with an unintelligible grumble from Mobius.

Any thought you had on the odd exchange dissipated in seconds though, you sighed as you looked around, helmets and batons thrown about haphazardly around the face-down bodies.

This was going to be a long day.

It was over before it began really, after a quick attempt at deceit from Loki, the whole ordeal ended with a reset charge. As it always did.

Before you knew it, all three of you were being rushed to Ravonna's office. It was a flurry of bickering and mindless back and forth arguments as Loki tried to convince Mobius that it was all just 'a lesson in catching a Loki'.

"Watch him." Mobius finally huffed, rushing into the office and swiftly closing the door behind him before you could even say anything.

You heard Loki unceremoniously drop himself into the padded chair to the left of large, golden double doors.

"I'm sure you won't have to supervise me for long." He mumbled.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, continuing to stare back at your distorted reflection as your own thoughts began to torture you.

It seemed that every time things didn't go just quite the way Mobius had planned, or rather, Ravonna had planned, you always found yourself right here, feet planted firmly outside the doors that you knew you would probably never see the opposite side of.

You were just as a part of those mission as Mobius, and still everyone acted as if you were still an inept trainee.

"I didn't take you for a sidekick"

The words now seemed to bounce off of every corner of your mind. Was that really all they saw you as? You closed your eyes, doing your best to bury the thought, though the effort was useless.

You would always be thankful for Mobius taking you under his wing, but in times like this, you couldn't help but indulge the notion of where you would be if he hadn't been so quick to swoop in to your life. Certainly not as far up as you were now, if it weren't for him, you probably still wouldn't have been allowed in the court room, but maybe you'd still be you.

You wouldn't just be Mobius's assistant, his protégé, his sidekick.

You were a Junior Analyst. The title was etched as clear as day on the small placard that sat on the corner of your desk, yet still everyone seemed to think that you were nothing more than a temp.

"Somehow, this doesn't seem like the first time this has happened." Loki interrupted your silence, and for the first time today, you kind of felt grateful he was talking to you. You appreciated the brief distraction from your own thoughts.

You sighed, finally ripping yourself from the spot in front of the door and sitting in the chair opposite him. You feigned a weak smile as you rubbed your temples.

"Tell me, do they always slam the door on you when the adults are talking?"

If you had any more energy, you'd probably roll your eyes, maybe you'd even have the nerve to quip back at him, but now, you didn't even have the energy to tamp down the small sparks of self doubt that Loki only continued to fan.

"Sometimes." You finally mumbled.

"If it's any consolation, I thought you did well today."

You had to suppress the scoff that threatened to leave you at his words. He hadn't gotten that blaring, emblazoned Variant jacket more than a few hours ago, and yet here he was telling you that you did a good job like he was your boss.

You should've been more annoyed with him, but only a strange feeling of warmth filled you as he spoke.

When was the last time someone told you that?

You swallowed, before responding with a quick "Thanks."

"I mean that." He urged, and your brows furrowed, "And trust me, I wouldn't just say that."

Trust me.

"I appreciate it."

You hated how sharp you sounded, how on edge, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to say it was because of him, of Loki, but if you were being honest with yourself, that was mostly a lie.

If helping Mobius on a larger case such as this one had begun to reveal anything, it was that you were growing weary of only being seen as Mobius's second in command.

It felt nice to have someone finally pat you on the back for once.

"You didn't do too bad yourself" You smiled, "If you didn't try to throw us all off into a Red-line..."

You watched his smile grow when you finally responded with more than three words, his eyes shining like he had finally managed to unlock a treasure chest that had been locked for eons.

"I was testing you, you know-"

"Keeping our ears sharp?" You smirked.

"Exactly." He hummed before continuing, "That little girl in the market, dressed as a witch, what did she say to you?"

You chuckled, you had almost forgotten about that moment entirely in all the chaos. "She ran into me, I told her thank you for not putting a curse on me."

"And when Mobius called you and she saw us, what did she say?"

Your lips drew into a thin line at his sudden line of questioning, even though it seemed harmless, you couldn't help the faint whisper of suspicion that nagged at you from the back of your mind.

"She asked if one of you was my prince." You smiled.

"What did you say?"

You lifted your chin to better see his features in the orange-hued lighting of the makeshift waiting room. You noticed new wrinkles in his forehead as he waited your answer, his eyes didn't look so calculating anymore, and if you looked hard enough, you thought you could see just the smallest bit of care in his gaze, as if he were waiting on the edge of his seat to hear your reply.

"I told her that she'd have to ask you herself."

He let out a humored groan in response, "How could you!" He exclaimed playfully, "You just broke that girl's heart, you know."

"And how did I do that?" You sputtered through your own laughter.

"Now she'll have to live out her life never knowing if either of us were your prince or not!"

You gasped jokingly as he continued to berate you, your laughter carrying through the hallway and probably past Ravonna's office doors as well, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"I don't think I can live with myself" You sighed, wiping away any rogue tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks during your amusement.

"You are truly a menace to the timeline." He added, winking.

You wanted to hate the strange warmth that suddenly began to bloom within your chest.

But in truth, you didn't mind.

You took a deep breath, collecting yourself, "How are you feeling though, about all this?"

"Nothing I can't manage."

"I know this can be... A lot, all at once..."

You recalled the first time you had seen the variant processing procedures, watching humans and aliens alike being subjected to such aggressive rounds of supervision and precaution made you cringe.

You wondered what Loki really thought of all of that. You wondered if he really was just indifferent to the experience like he had said, or rather just aggravated by the whole process.

Your mind wandered for a moment, was he scared?

He had been ripped from the timeline, not even knowing the power of what he had done with the Tesseract. You knew that a majority of the hunters weren't kind, and although you understood why, you often thought that they could make more of an effort to be a little more compassionate when transferring variants into processing.

You wondered if any of it was really worth it, just to send someone to their inevitable pruning.

"I can assure you, I can handle whatever the Time Keepers" He drawled out each syllable before as he continued, "Throw in my direction."

You smiled, "Good."

The door unlocked with a resonant click as Mobius emerged, his face flushed. He walked past the both of you, his only acknowledgement of your existence a hasty, "Let's go."

You and Loki both shot up from your seats before Mobius quickly turned, both of you pausing in place like a pair of headlight stricken deer.

Your name echoed from his mouth in a tone you didn't think you had ever heard before, like a command, you thought.

You felt Loki's eyes land on you as you stared back at Mobius, anxiously awaiting whatever he was going to say next.

"We don't need you for this one." He smiled weakly, almost apologetically, "You can take a break."

"Mobius, I-"

"It's okay," He swiftly interrupted, "I got this one, I'll come and get you if I need you, okay?"

It was an odd feeling, a mixture of indignation and relief and confusion hitting you all at once.

He didn't wait for your response before leaving you, swiftly turning and gesturing for Loki to follow him as you stood frozen, dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway.

You were suddenly thankful that no one was ever really around this area of the office, Ravonna's Lair, as some of the other Analysts would call it. You knew that you probably wouldn't ever come this way if you had any say in the matter. Even on days when everyone seemed to be working overtime, this small intersection of hallways and doors was always nearly empty.

You were grateful for that fact now.

There was a brief moment were your own feet faltered, taking a single step in the direction they had left you.

You wanted to follow them, you were just as a part of this as Mobius, this wasn't just his case.

Though as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, the fleeting thought flew from you just as quickly as it came.

You were sure it was for a good reason.

And so you trudged back to your desk, and for the first time in what felt like forever.

Mobius was leaving your side.

holy cow. i can't believe it honestly, this has been such a labor of love for so long, and i really hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it!! i'd absolutely love to hear what you all think of it!! so please feel free to hop into my asks and tell me all your thoughts/questions!! we have so much left to cover over the next few parts, and i can't wait for you guys to see where loki and his favorite analyst (it's you, you're his favorite analyst) go after this ;) also mia and nate and 🌻 anon this is for you guys for enabling my loki and fake dating ramblings and for being so nice to me through all this mwauh :)

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itskateak · 4 years ago

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Love Bug (Loki x Female!Reader) Headcanons

Message from @cara-serpens: I have a request and have thought about how Loki would react if he is sick and is cared for by reader (female)?... reader could be a platonic friend (or maybe a little more) whom he met through his visits to earth with Thor. I would be happy about Headcanons or Drabble, whatever you like and whatever you can think of. Thank you :)

I chose to do some headcanons! This was just adorable and I finally had a moment to do this :)

Okay so Loki is probably very aware of his health and is conscious about everything. It’s a habit from his childhood and being a rather sickly child most of the time. He stayed inside, was always cautious about the things he touched, washed his hands, etc. At least that’s gonna be my headcanon here so shhh

So, you know, with that in mind - Loki getting sick is a rare occasion. And I mean rare. But when he gets sick? It’s bad.

It starts simple. A minor headache. A slight cough, perhaps. His voice goes a little hoarse or deepens slightly. But gradually, it gets worse over the rest of the day. He realizes he’s getting sick when the aches start. It comes on quickly, really. A slow beginning and then it’s like he’s hit by a truck.

The aches - taking this from my experience - start in the joints. Specifically, the jaw. That’s how he knows he’s getting sick and not just dehydrated or dealing with a normal headache. And there’s no way for him to combat it once it starts. It’s too short notice.

The fever takes him out, really. Chills, fatigue, vertigo. He stays in bed or on the couch under a blanket as much as possible. He feels physically weak, shaky, and generally looks awful.

Hopefully, it isn’t a cold where he’s congested. It’s miserable, the poor dear. But he always has a cough, no matter what, really. And it’s deep in his chest. Painful, honestly. And it lingers for so long afterward.

Now that that’s established, let’s talk about our dear reader taking care of a poor, sick Loki.

Let’s back up, though. Loki and Y/N met through Thor briefly. Thor had been slowly reintroducing Loki back into the people of Midgard. Slowly being the key word. But on this particular trip, Loki was there to help as a consultant to the Avengers for a familiar foe he’d faced.

Y/N was an agent for the newly improved Shield in the Avengers’ Compound, so bumping into Loki was a given as she moved around the compound. She did clerical work more than field work - part of the intel team that worked directly with the Avengers.

As Loki stayed longer to continue helping (He’s a very good strategist, they learned, and pointed out flaws in plans easily), the more he spent time with Y/N. They bonded during late night strategy meetings and became fast friends.

Anyone who shows Loki positive, well, anything...will automatically have a chance to steal his heart. And Y/N’s generally caring nature, kind disposition, and concern for his well-being had that chance turning into a certainty.

So, he’s sick. He’s miserable. And you come strolling in and spot him. The poor dear. You’re automatically fixing some warm tea with honey - to help the cough - and are cuddling up beside him as fast as possible. Letting him rest on your chest, your body heat keeping him warm.

“I don’t want you to get sick.” He says, concerned, in his hoarse voice. “Don’t worry. I don’t get sick easily.”

He hopes that’s true as he feels worse by the hour. You don’t leave him often. Only to get more warm drinks or to find snacks or use the bathroom. You hope that maybe some medication will help, but you’re not sure if Midgardian meds can help a god.

Turns out, it can. He feels better, but is not going to admit that because you’re doting on him and taking care of him. This poor touch starved and affection starved man has fallen hard for you and this is his opportunity to let himself pretend. He’s hoping the fever was never bad enough that he said something that he’d regret. He did and he doesn’t remember. You say nothing.

Loki will return the favor one day. If and when you ever get sick.

#Ren's Requested Replies #a good old classic sick fic #Ren's Headcanons #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x female!reader #tw sickness #fevers take me out man like #the ache in my jaw is just miserable

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wonwoosthetic · 7 years ago

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Feeling Wanted | Part One || Loki Laufeyson

MASTERLIST

WHO I WRITE FOR

PART TWO

This took way too long to post, so I’m really sorry, but I think this turned out pretty danging well if I say so myself ;)

Thank you to whoever requested this a while ago, I hope you and everyone who reads this will enjoy it :) <3

Request: I just read the Steve fic and I loved it 💓 So I want to make a request XD I don't mind how long it takes if is as good as the Steve one💝 Loki x Reader where reader is recruited by the avengers but she went through the same as the twins and nobody trust her so she is kinda depressed but Loki tries to be friends with her because he knows how it feels but he always had Thor so he wants to be that person to her, so they become best friends and then they start dating eventually the team come around

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: sadness, loneliness, unacceptance

Note: I decided to make this take place after Age Of Ultron, but all of the Avengers live together in the tower, Loki kind of lives with them, well sort of, he comes around every now and then, haha. Also, I’m going to be turning this into a two-part imagine, since I feel like I can write a lot to this request and I feel like two parts would be more convenient, I hope that’s ok :)

!I KNOW THIS IS SUPER SHORT - I PROMISE, THE NEXT PART WILL BE LONGER. I’M SO SORRY! I just wanted to get something up today, since it took me so long already.

Feeling Wanted | Part One

A little backstory, so you know where we are: It takes place after the events of Age Of Ultron, Peter left us (WHY?!☹) and Wanda stayed with the Avengers, who (in this imagine) already all live together in the tower. Loki is still alive (properly) and kind of lives with them as well. He can’t leave the building but somehow is never to be found unless he wants to be. Clint has his own floor (as does everyone) but is usually with his family on the farm to be the good dad that he wants to be😊.

Being the “new one” has never been easy. Neither for you nor for anyone. Already being the new kid in school was horrible, but you never had to experience that – the only thing you ever had to experience, was to be the new one in either an orphanage or asylum – depending on where those people thought you would fit in better. No, you weren’t crazy or something like that, you had powers, of course, no one ever believed you, that’s how you got in the different asylums. Right after that, the doctors thought you were “fine” and sent you to an orphanage, where mysterious people got a hold of you. How? Absolutely no idea. Those people called themselves HYDRA, from what you were able to hear every now and then, while you were captured. The experiments started shortly after, and… you had never known, a human being could survive the pain that you had gone through. Apparently, they wanted to somehow “gift” you with a mind-reading ability – things had gone wrong at the Avenger’s mission of saving you. The procedure wasn’t able to get to the end, as someone unhooked you from all the wires and injectors, you had been attached to. What powers you had then ended up with, were yet to be discovered. You can’t remember a lot of what happened, but one of the things was that after getting abducted from your “new home”, you got saved, by possibly one of the nicest men you have ever met – he only wanted the best for you and took you under his wing. His name was Clint Barton. Apparently, he had done that before, for two other parentless children, twins. Yet, he had to go back to his family, where Clint didn’t want you to go with him, since, in his opinion, you would be safest in the Avengers Tower surrounded by the newest high-tech stuff AND superheroes. Oh, how wrong he had been. No one wanted you there… at least that was how you felt.

Waking up, you could already sense, that something was not right, nothing new, to be honest. You got out of your bed, that you still had to get used to and exited the room. As you walked into the hallway, you could hear Bruce talking on the phone to someone yet unknown, in the living room. “You don’t get to have a talk in this because you’re not here!” His voice was filled with rage as he was trying to explain something “She doesn’t even know who she is, how do you expect us-“, as he started, he got interrupted on the other line. Another pair of footsteps started making their way into the room, where Bruce was. “I’m gonna go, Rhodey’s here… Yeah, bye”, he ended the phone call annoyed “Yeeaah, bye.” Rhodey was, as you came around, one of Tony’s closest and oldest friends. He was quite nice, you enjoyed his company. “What are you screaming about, big guy?” He started a conversation with the guy that can turn green. “I wasn’t screaming!” Bruce shouted and cleared his throat as soon as he realized that he, in fact, had been raising this voice. You were able to feel Rhodey giving the other man a knowing look, but shook it off, as it was something you had never felt before. “I was just talking to Clint”, he rubbed a hand over his face and waited before continuing “We can’t keep her here. She doesn’t know what’s going on – we don’t know what’s going on with her. AND she’s dangerous!” “Hey! Don’t say that, especially you. Sorry, but you can’t know that you didn’t even give her a chance.” “I don’t need to give her a chance!” “But look how Wanda turned out!” The man who fought in the War Machine suit defended you. “AND LOOK HOW PIETRO TURNED OUT!” The comment of Bruce shut the both of the Avengers up.

“You know, eavesdropping is rude”, a rough voice appeared from behind you, making you jump. A pale, black-haired man was right next to where you were standing, looking at you with a smirk. “Who are you?” You asked quietly, yet curiously. “Well, my dear, I’m Loki, the-“, “Thor’s brother?”

You interrupted him and right after your comment, he rolled his eyes. You noticed his annoyance and decided to excuse yourself, not wanting more people to hate you. “I-I’m sorry… I just… I-I heard them talk about you, once.” You weren’t really able to look the God of Mischief into his eyes, you had no idea why. “No need to get so shy around me, darling.” The cockiness was thick, not only in his voice but also in his accent. After clearing your throat, you crossed your arms over your chest in a defending manner “I’m not.” Loki kept a smug smirk on his lips, confident as always, but decided to let it slide “What are you doing here? I’ve never seen you around.” “I’m the new unwanted one”, raising one eyebrow and tilting your head, you started walking away. A laugh echoed from behind you “Of course”, making you stop in tracks. “What’s funny about that?” You probably sounded confident, but on the inside, you were shaking – your anxiety and insecurities pushing through. “You think you’re unwanted?” It was his time to question you. Thinking, Loki wanted to make fun of you, tears started prickling in your eyes “You don’t have to rub it under my nose. I understand”, you wiped your nose with the back of your hand. Loki looked concerned for a second but turned into the cocky, self-assured god. “And that would be?” Crossing his arms over his chest. You couldn’t believe, just what a jerk the man in front of you was, so you snapped. “NOBODY WANTS ME HERE! NOT BRUCE, OR STEVE. NO TONY, NOT EVEN THOR”, Loki was about to correct you, but you went on “NATASHA ISN’T TOO FOND OF ME EITHER, AS WELL AS WANDA! THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT ARE AT LEAST TRYING TO GIVE ME SOMEWHAT OF A CHANCE ARE RHODEY AND BUCKY!” All of the anger that had been bubbling up inside of you for the last couple of days that you had spent in the Avenger’s Tower. Tears started streaming down your cheeks, that didn’t go unnoticed by Loki. He cleared his throat and pointed at something behind you. Turning around, you came to sight with half of the Avengers, looking at you with a mix of shock and confusion. You weren’t able to think straight anymore and decided to run back to your room. The God of Mischief’s eyes followed your figure until you suddenly disappeared. The superheroes looked at each other in disbelieve. “Did she just-“, Tony started, “She disappeared”, Bruce finished, not believing what they had just witnessed. Loki realized what you were talking about before and turned to the rest in anger “If any of you mewling quims ever just look at her in a wrong way, you WILL feel the actual power I have. She is broken.” He left the group and followed you before Natasha started “He just-“, and Rhodey finished this time “Acted nice”, but the others had a different ending to the sentence “Showed emotions”, was Bruce’s answer, “Walked away from us like that”, was Tony’s. “Is no one going to talk about the fact that (Y/N) just vanished in front of our eyes”, Steve wondered, looking at his team wide-eyed.

The moment you got back into your room, you smashed the door close, but noticed something… well, technically nothing. Literally nothing… because your HANDS WERE MISSING. You let out a high-pitched scream, looking at where your hands were supposed to be. Loki stormed into your room, looking for you. “(Y/N)?” “What do you want?” You weren’t in the mood to talk to him. “(Y/N)? Where are you?” He looked around the room confusingly, apparently not seeing you sitting on the bed. “What are you talking about I’m right here! I’m not in the mood, Loki. MY HANDS ARE GONE!” As you looked down, you came to the realization that the rest of your lower body and arms were invisible as well. “(Y/N), I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but… you are invisible”, he tried explaining. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” You started to freak out even more. “Alright, calm do-“,”DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” Your mood swings were unbearable, but in context with the situation, you had been in, understandable. “YOU HAVE TO, OTHERWISE I CAN’T SEE YOU!” He shouted right at you. You knew he was right, so you started trying to breathe normally again and came to sight with your limps becoming visible again. “Great, now I’m a freak as well”, the tears started forming in your eyes again. “You’re not a freak, darling”, Loki approached you on the bed. You sighed, “I... I just want to...I want to feel at least a tiny bit normal.��

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Again, sorry, that this one is so short, the next one will be longer, I promise! :) I hope you still enjoyed it and a huge thanks to the person who requested it!

Hope you have a great day/night :) <3

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springdandelixn · 2 years ago

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Ruby Eyes and Hands of Ice

Loki x F!Reader

Summary: In a moment of passion, Loki accidentally reveals the identity he’s been trying to hide.

Warnings: mild smut, scared/anxious Loki, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. I still consider this as 18+ so please exercise caution.

A/N: This is for one of my babies who got stuck in a car ride @mochie85 haha But of course, it’s for everyone to enjoy as well. It’s been a while since I wrote something like this so yeah.

A drabble this may be, I do want to hear your feedback and your reblogs will help this story flourish further. And as always, I hope you enjoy! 💚

You hum against Loki’s lips, kissing him back softly yet full of intent, as his hand cups the underside of your tit, his thumb rolling against your taut nipples. He holds both your wrists in a vice, pinning you down on the bed and your arms fight against his grip when your skin tingles from the wake of his touch as he slides his hand down to your pelvis and even lower to the apex of your thighs.

A sudden chill then takes you by surprise, making you bite on Loki’s lower lip slightly too hard which causes him to pull back and look down at you with concern.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks but you’re speechless as you lay there in wonder, taking in his image.

A hue of soft blue takes the place of his pale skin, his face littered with raised markings on his forehead, cheeks and around his lips. But what takes your breath away are his eyes; gone are the emeralds you adore, replaced by rubies that shine beautifully down on you.

“My love,” His voice pulls you out of your trance and you blink to see his eyes laced with worry. “What’s wrong?

“Loki—” You pull a hand free from his hold and slowly reach up to caress his cheek, your eyes trailing the markings on his face while your thumb traces them, feeling the raised lines underneath. “Your skin—” You breathe, “I-it’s blue.”

You see his eyes grow wide in shock, pulling himself up from the bed. He’s frantic and you sense the fear surrounding him, making you sit up all the same, watching him move away to sit on the edge of the bed while he looks down at his hands. He bows his head and closes his eyes, hands clenched into fists against his thighs and slowly, the blue fades and his skin reverts back to its milky shade.

“I-I’m sorry you had to see that,” He whispers into the air and you move to kneel on the bed, looking at him with sorrow. “I promise I’ll be more in control of—” His words die on his lips as you take him by surprise, straddling his lap and cupping his face and pressing your lips against his.

You feel the worry in him, the trepidation that has sliced through his usual composure and it makes your heart ache that it’s because he’s shown the side of him that he constantly hides, one that he never once ventured to reveal to anyone, even to you.

He’s told you of his origin, that he’s not born of Asgard and that he hailed in the land of what they call Frost Giants. That he is one of the monsters Asgardian parents tell their children at night—‘somewhat similar to what you Midgardians call the Boogeyman’—he once told you in comparison.

Not once has he shown you what a frost giant looked like, what his people looked like—until now, and if you dare tell the truth, you see no monster.

You slowly pull your lips away, your hand sliding down to the side of his neck, gently caressing it while you rub your thumb against the edge of his jaw, trying your best to soothe his anxiety.

“Don’t—don’t hide from me, Loki.” You whisper, leaning down to press your forehead against his and you hum when you feel his hands frame your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. “It’s beautiful.” You look down at him, your eyes meeting his emeralds and you move your hand to press your thumb against his lower lip. “You’re beautiful.”

His breath hitches at your words and you don’t give him a chance to speak, taking his lips once more and wrapping your arms around him to hold him tight. You sense his smile against the kiss and you return it just the same before a moan escapes you when you feel the chill of his hands once again kiss your heated skin.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki fluff #loki angst #loki fanfic #loki odinson #mcu #mcu au #coconut bun stories

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years ago

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Absolutely Dripping [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A very wet towel-clad god interrupts your prank. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Extreme Loki Thirst. Language. Based on my Hot Gif Drabble: The Towel (w/c 2.9k)

You bit your lip, nerves of excitement flushing through your blood as you rounded the corner toward the men’s locker room. Revenge sat snug in the pocket of your jeans; the small bag of powder nestled against your hip. The plan was perfect. That smug bastard wasn’t going to know what hit him. You’d been planning this all week, waiting until he predictably spent Saturday morning in the Tower gym with Wilson. This’ll teach him to mess with me, you thought; grimacing at the memory of your most unflattering underwear decorating the Avengers common room like goddam bunting.

You looked around, registering the patter of a shower in use down the hall. I’ll be in and out, you thought; frantically scanning the benches. A few kit bags lay dotted around. You squinted, reading the names embroidered into their fabric; Wilson, Barton...Barnes. You smirked, tiptoeing like a cartoonish villain across the tiles, incandescent with silent glee. You unzipped Bucky’s kit bag, rummaging for the prize you sought. Why does he need so much shit for the gym, he lives upstairs; you thought, while one hand fumbled inside the pocket at your hip. Your eyes widened with excitement as they fell on the item in question. His trousers. “Reduced to indulging yourself with the stolen scent of Barnes’ raggedy sweatpants, Agent?” You froze, eyes flickering back and forth against the lockers as you stood hunched with the offending article in your hands. “You really must work on your clandestine techniques, darling. I could hear your elephantine footsteps from the shower-room.”

You spun around, clutching the black sweatpants to your chest. “Loki. Hi.”

Laufeyson leant against the open doorway, a fist holding a towel loosely wrapped around his hips. Clearly, he had been in a hurry. A dark trail of fine hair bordered the towel's edge over his Adonis belt, skin still glistening with fresh droplets of water. You swallowed.

He was soaking. Absolutely dripping, in fact. The dents in his chiselled torso glimmered with a mirrored sheen, flicking his sodden hair back from his face. Water ran down his biceps, catching in the crook of his elbow before pattering to the floor. He crossed his ankles, the jaunty confidence of his stance making it difficult to retain even a nugget of dignity. You felt your cheeks begin to burn under his amused stare.

“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.” you chuckled awkwardly. Loki shrugged, inspecting his fingernails. “Not really. There is a degree of inevitability within this scenario that cannot be denied.” You frowned, glancing back at the benches. “Do you...do you need your kit bag? Sorry, I’ll get out the way-”

“I do not require a kit bag.” he snapped haughtily, pacing forward across the tiles. He ran his hands through his sodden black hair, dripping tendrils pasted against his long neck. Fuck, he looked good naked. Well, almost naked. Fuck me, you thought; feeling heat rising in your cheeks. He's even hotter without the leather. He's fucking hotter. If you’d known there was even the possibility he’d be here to catch you, you’d have worn something a bit less...tragic. “You also ‘do not require’ a towel.” you sniffed, trying to sound clever and immediately regretting it. An amused smirk flickered at the god’s lips, his eyes narrowing with intrigue. “Is that so, Agent? Perhaps I should divest myself of it, then.” he purred, careful footsteps edging closer as you shuffled, knees hitting the back of the bench. “I mean, I meant- I didn’t mean now, I meant... because you can dry yourself...you’re always saying you can just dry yourself...oh-never mind.” you spluttered, throwing the sweatpants back on top of Bucky’s bag.

The small plastic square filled with powder fell to the tiles, landing perfectly beside Loki’s left foot. The two of you stared at it, eyes rising in tandem. Loki was brimming with mischief, his wide pupils glimmering with interest in the unexpected drama in which he had become immersed.

“And what, pray tell, is that?” he said, tilting his head as you wished the ground would swallow you whole. “It’s uh...itching powder.” you muttered, pulling at the sleeve of your baggy sweatshirt. Loki couldn’t be standing more than a foot away. You could feel the heat from his shower-fresh skin wafting across the space between you. Clean, fresh musk hung in the air; like warm pine and wet leaves and sandalwood and bergamot. The scent of him. You'd always assumed it was cologne. Christ, you thought; feeling your chest tighten under a roll of feral desire. Keep it together. Trickles ran from his hair to his glistening collarbone, gathering in the hollow. Some made paths over waves of abdominal muscle, soaking into the rich cotton hanging dangerously on his hips. You swallowed, unable to draw your eyes away. "I was under the impression that on Midgard it is considered rude to stare." Loki hummed, rolling his shoulders back and readjusting the fingers toying with the tuck of the towel. "Is that not so?" Your eyes snapped upward, lips opening and closing as you searched your empty brain for a sentence that wouldn’t make you sound like a pervert.

"Mmmm..." he murmured thoughtfully, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he marinated in the awkward silence. "So, are you going to get that?" The side of his foot nudged at the baggie lying abandoned on the tiles below. Even his toes are sexy, you thought with an internal whine; noticing your breaths quickening as you lowered on your haunches reaching for the bag. You wobbled, hands flying to the nearest surface to steady yourself. His thighs. Oh god, no. You grimaced, feeling Loki rock into your pathetic grip above his knees. “Sorry.” you mumbled, looking up. His pointed chin was cast down to his chest, the symmetry of his face heartbreakingly perfect. You let out a light whimper.

How many times you’d fantasised about kneeling in front of him just like this, worshipping him with aching slowness. You would trap every growl of pleasure from his throat in your memory as you sucked him dry. Relishing every desperate rut of his hips further into your mouth, fingertips sinking into his bare, godly ass. You could feel wetness sliding in your panties as you bounced weakly on your calves, trying to gain purchase to come back up. They were jelly. His long thighs bulged against your hands through the towel. Imagine how he can fuck with legs like these, you thought; feeling another tide of arousal seep from your pussy. The corner of Loki’s mouth twitched, making his cheekbones sharpen in the bright overhead lights as he observed you through half-lidded eyes. The angle of his jaw highlighted his flawless bone structure as he leant forward, the sharp edges making you dizzy. His patient stare filled your head with absolute filth as you hovered with your mouth level to his crotch, rendered mute. Drops of water from his dripping locks spattered your upturned face. A solitary drip rolled down the side of your nose, catching on the edge of your upper lip. Without thinking, your tongue flicked out, drawing it in. “Are you alright, Agent?” Loki murmured with faux concern, enunciating every word as his keen eyes searched your face. Your thighs began to quiver as you balanced weakly on the balls of your feet. Loki pursed his lips, his voice as richly seductive as it was in the darkness when your fingers crept between your spread legs, alone in your bed. “Do you require some...assistance?” he purred knowingly, the slant of his eyebrows making you feel faint.

“Yes.” you said quickly, the solitary word catching in your throat. Loki smirked, his open palm appearing by your shoulder. “All you had to do was ask, darling.” He raised you slowly as pangs of discomfort shot up your legs. How long had you been down there? It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds, surely, you thought; as his warm breath skated over your lips. You realised you didn’t want to know.

“Since you are so brazenly flirting with failure in this prank of yours, perhaps it’s time to enlist the professional?” he hummed, his thumb wiping trails of moisture from your temple before resting on your cheekbone. Loki’s gaze hovered on your lips, his wide fingertip rubbing the angle of your jaw twice, before releasing you. You nodded, dazed. What the hell is wrong with me, you thought, holding up the baggie of itching powder beneath his sceptical gaze. He pinched it from your grasp, observing it with mild interest. “Well for one thing, Agent...it’s white. Even a simpleton like Barnes will notice a dusting of suspicious powder adorning his black sweatpants, wouldn’t you agree?” Your face fell, realising he was right. “But never fear, darling. Your saviour is here.” Loki winked, shaking the bag as you watched the white powder turn dark. A sly smile spread across your face, mirroring the devilish glint in Loki’s eye. He nodded, an unspoken understanding as you took the bag and opened it carefully. You spread the waist of Bucky’s sweatpants holding the legs in a tight fist and sprinkling the powder liberally in the crotch. “Give them a shake.” Loki whispered gleefully, lips stretching in a broad smile as he relished the mischief afoot. You shook the trousers, scraping the sides together to mesh the powder deeper into the thick fabric. “Good girl.” Loki murmured, folding his arms approvingly. The sound of raised voices echoed in the corridor. “Shit” you gasped, dropping the sweatpants on the floor. Loki’s hands clasped your shoulders, his broad chest inches from your face as you stared up at him, wide-eyed. His features were set in determination, fair skin and emerald eyes accentuated by wet, slicked back hair. God, he was so fucking hot. “If you are to evade discovery, drastic action is required.” he grumbled, ushering you to the side as he snapped his fingers. The sweatpants flew neatly folded into the kit bag, contents re-arranging of their own accord.

“Drastic ac-action?” you stammered, wondering what the hell was happening as your shoulders bumped against the tiled wall in the corner of the room.

Loki had manoeuvred you to a tight L shape space, a row of lockers to the side blocking your view of the door. Panic rose in your stomach, “They’ll see me, Loki, when they come across for the bags...” you hissed, craning around the corner before he pushed you back against the wall. “I think you’ve had enough opportunity to prove your skills in the art of mischief, pet.” he whispered, his forearm pressed against the wall above you, “And sadly lacking, I’m afraid.” The mockery was palpable. You grimaced, making Loki chuckle. Fat strands of sodden hair brushed your cheeks as he towered over you, encased by his semi-naked form against the cold wall. You felt yourself clench, the mess in your panties becoming untenable as he lowered covertly to your ear, lips grazing the skin. You let out a light gasp, a shudder making your knees buckle. “Just stay quiet.” he murmured, as the voices drew closer. “I have a plan.” Your eyes hovered on his twitching pectorals, an impossibly firm bicep flexing as he fiddled with the side of the towel. Moisture glistened against the veins protruding against tight skin, endless drips still caressing down the side of his stomach through deep grooves of muscle. Loki turned, the expanse of his triangular back close enough to bite. Fuck, you thought; as he raised one arm to rest on the side of the lockers, his thick trunk concealing you. You devoured the sight of his shoulder-blades adjusting, the rear of his arms even more toned than the front. Not a fingernail scratch in sight, you thought with interest, before your eyes flew wide; lips pressed tight to conceal a gasp.

He had dropped the towel. You stifled a whimper, unbidden delirious laughter building in your belly as you heard the owners of the voices fumble with the door. “Jesus Christ, Laufeyson...what the hell, man?” Wilson yelled, coupled with a low yowl of surprise from Bucky beside him. "Is it not enough you’re swingin’ that thing around in those tight leather pants 24/7? Fuck, man...puh-lease.” You bit your lip hard, the sharp pain settling rising giggles as you flattened against the tiles. Loki turned to the side, extending his arm to its full length against the wall of lockers. Wilson’s shoes were all you could see of him, the toes shuffling back and forth as he clearly tried to avert his eyes. “Apologies, gentleman. I wasn’t expecting company.” Loki purred, his ass clenching. You sucked your lips between your teeth, a silent girlish scream ringing in your brain as blood thundered in your ears. His rear was an absolute monument to marbled masculinity; it was all you could do not to sink to your knees. Imagine what he looks like from the front, you thought; cupping your mouth with your hands. A silent scream puffing out your cheeks. “Expecting?! Can you believe this guy? Dude, havin’ your dick out is cool, fine...but don’t stand there like one of your brother’s fangirls in the lobby with their ya-ya’s out, c’mon man; this is a public locker room not an Amsterdam shop-window.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Wilson. This is perfectly normal on Asgard. A little post-workout self-care, if you know what I mean." he said knowingly, a sly twinge in his voice. "Which you just interrupted, actually.”

This was met by a humph of disapproval from the men, low tsks peppering the air as Loki re-adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider. Wilson’s hand appeared beyond the lockers, a finger waggling toward the belligerent god. “Laufeyson. Do not stand there with your schlong in my face and tell me you were about to masturbate in the same room as my stuff. Please. Tell me that is not what I’m hearing right now.”

Loki chuckled, running a hand through his hair as you slid further down the wall; squeezed as far into the corner as you could get. From this angle, you could see the profile of his cock bobbing adjacent to one muscular thigh, semi-hard. A violent shiver rolled down your spine, brow furrowing with utter, disgraceful need. Bucky piped up. “Go wack it in the showers like a normal dude. Haven’t you just been in there?” From the direction of his voice, you guessed he was facing the door. “Whatever gave you the impression I was one of these...‘normal dudes’ of which you speak, Barnes?” the god hummed, leaning seductively against the lockers. The shoulder closest to your face tightened, his hand shifting across his hips, brushing his growing manhood. “You got that right.” Wilson spat, the squeak of trainers on the tile signalling the stand-off was over. “You got five minutes. And don’t go near my bag. I’ll know, ass-hole.” The door slammed shut, raised voices sounding from the hallway growing fainter as silence reigned in the locker room once more. Loki’s back rose and fell, the scent of his skin hanging in your nostrils like incense. How easy it would be, you thought, just to lean forward and bite him. Right there between his shoulder-blades. Loki cleared his throat. “I’m going to bend down now, Agent” he murmured, casting a cautious glance over his shoulder at your contorted body pressed feverishly against the wall. You nodded; eyes glazed. This is a dream, you thought; watching Loki’s long, lean body squat and gracefully scoop his discarded towel from the floor. This isn’t happening. Not really.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, darling. I’m sure you’d agree.” he purred, rising and spinning on his heels, the loose towel clutched to his groin. You traced the twin valleys of definition with wandering eyes, on the thin wires of pubic hair creeping beyond the cotton’s reach. The long drape of towel swayed gently between his spread legs; the fist he was using to hold it aloft probably unnecessary.

You took a sharp breath, words forming on your tongue that choked behind your teeth. Loki stepped forward; the fine trail of darkness ghosting his lower stomach becoming a shadow.

The scent of his clean musk was overwhelming, the soaking mess in your underwear sliding against your clit as you squirmed. His bare chest pressed lightly against your sweatshirt, trapping you in the corner under his smouldering stare. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, eyes wide in faux-innocence. “You were desperate... weren’t you, Agent?” “Yes. Thank you, Loki…” you whispered, not knowing what else to say. He hummed approvingly, stepping back to let you pass. “Forget you saw anything with the powder” you said hastily, “and I’ll um, do the same. I never saw...anything.” You waved your hands in front of your eyes for effect, casting them downward as you made your way quickly to the door. Loki’s velvet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your fingers gripped the doorknob, his palm sliding around your waist from behind; the other flat against the door; holding it shut. He wasn’t holding the towel. Loki pulled you back against his chest, a wall of stomach muscle straightening your spine. You could feel his cock hardening furiously against your ass, rubbing upward as he thrust gently against the soft flesh. His wetted lips grazed the edge of your jaw, making your head tilt to the side. You exposed your neck with a soft moan as more droplets from his hair rolled against your skin. “Don’t you dare forget, Agent.” he purred darkly, messy kisses melting into your heated skin. “We both know that I was not the only one absolutely dripping in this locker room today.”

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sserpente · 2 years ago

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A/N: Requests from anon and @slaveforloki. You might wanna take a shower after this one. If you noticed the font in the image being different… I forgot I don’t have Photoshop on my computer in Austria anymore I didn’t take my laptop with me so I had to do it with an online editor, ugh! Try to ignore it! :D RC is not a virgin in this Imagine as originally requested, at least it’s not mentioned but I have another Christmassy one planned with that, so I hope this one will be fun regardless, I didn’t wanna post two so similar ones back to back! Could I resist adding this new gif? No, absolutely not. I’m so hyped for Season 2.

Words: 2826 Warnings: forced marriage, smut

Additonal NSFW warnings: CMNF, orgasm denial, orgasm control, arguably a little bit of dub-con, definitely angry sex

You’d do it, officially. You would hate Christmas for the rest of your life. Loki had made sure of that. With a deep sigh, you straightened your green dress—one of the maids had chosen it for you because it was Loki’s colour—and lifted your chin. You refused to let him see how much he had hurt you. How he had ruined your life, shattered it to pieces by claiming you as a bride, forcing you to become his wife all because he was now king of Asgard.

You weren’t even royalty—not wholly, anyways. Your father was the second-born prince of the king of Alfheim but your mother had been a commoner. Human. You had no royal duties, no obligation to rule a kingdom one day. You had lived a life in freedom—up until Loki had claimed you like a prized possession.

You remembered the dark prince of Asgard. The second-born mischievous God of Chaos had been mysterious and charming the first time you had met him at a ball a few years back. But that was before the rumours about him attempting to subjugate Midgard had the branches of Yggdrasil sway with the quick footsteps of Ratatöskr.

The wedding had been yesterday—on Christmas Eve. Now officially, Alfheim did not celebrate the Christian holiday, regardless of its stolen aspects from ancient paganism. But you had visited Midgard often enough yourself to grow to love the holiday, not to mention how much your mother had adored it before she passed. You’d been looking forward to decorating and buying Christmas gifts for your loved ones and now here you were: stuck in King Loki’s chambers after a forced but oddly passionate kiss after the ceremony. A few weeks had passed since then and needless to say you had not consummated the marriage just yet.

You had been fuming already, you would have torn him to pieces if he had dared put a hand on you… and… you were pretty sure he was very well aware of that. And while he was the most dominant man that had ever stepped into your life, he respected that. For now. You hated the part of yourself that longed for him to rip your clothes off your body, throw you on the bed and fuck you until you forgot everything but his name.

If Loki was one thing beside an arrogant and power-hungry king, he was handsome. You had noticed it at the ball already. Back then, you would have wished for him to sweep you off your feet. Now, however, your anger suffocated every other feeling you could have possibly harboured for him. Desiring him physically made that wrath even stronger. You would never admit that to him though.

As if your thinking about him had summoned him, Loki barged into his chambers only mere moments later. His quick and confident steps had you tense up, even more so when his stunning blue gaze met yours.

“So you haven’t forgotten about your waiting wife then.” Loki rolled his eyes at you.

“You are not a prisoner in my chambers. You are free to roam the palace and the realm—as long as a guard accompanies you.”

“I had no need for a guard before I was married to you.”

“Consider it an additional perk.”

“Right,” you spat. “And what exactly are the other perks of you asking me for my hand in marriage and not accepting a no?”

For just the fraction of a second, Loki was surrounded by a green shimmering light. The next time you blinked, he had swapped his regal attire for some more comfortable clothes.

“It will reinforce the alliance between Alfheim and Asgard. The kingdom of Alfheim is already very suspicious of me,” he explained as if it was the most logical thing in the nine realms.

“For good reason, Loki.”

“Don’t you dare lecture me. You don’t know anything about what happened. So watch your tongue.”

Fuming, you clenched your fists. “Why me then? Why not any of my half-sisters?”

“Most of them have been promised to others already. One of them to a king in Niflheim, the other to the current princess of Svartalfheim, now that Malekith is dead. Besides, you are part-human. That makes you a valuable pawn to assure my peaceful intentions.”

“Peaceful? Your intentions are anything but peaceful.”

“Are they not?” He tilted his head, making your lower regions clench. Then, he gave you a just the tiniest hint of a smirk. “I do not recall you being present at your council meeting earlier, dear. I very much doubt you get to have a say about any of my intentions.”

“You forced me to marry you!”

“Your father was thrilled and all too eager to send you to Asgard, to me.” Loki looked you dead in the eye, a mocking tone playing in his smooth voice. “Do you truly believe I wish to be married to a bastard daughter of a king? A woman who is half human? You should consider yourself lucky to be by my side rather than resent me for it.”

“Lucky? Lucky?” you screeched. “You ruined my life! You came to Alfheim and drowned everything in chaos! I was free before you claimed me like an object!”

“Please… freedom is life’s great lie,” Loki responded sharply.

“And on Christmas of all days! You decided to wed on Christmas! You have no idea how much this holiday meant to my mother and now you’ve spoiled it, you selfish and arrogant prick!”

“Watch your tone with me!”

“I will not! You made me marry you, now you’re going to deal with what you claimed!”

Loki’s blue eyes widened. It was barely noticeable but it didn’t escape you regardless.

“Where does that new-found passion for hostility come from? You have been awfully quiet over the last few weeks, pet.”

Pet. “I’m not your fucking pet. Heavens, you are so irritating!”

“Well, so are you! A spoiled child who knows nothing of love and life!”

“Me? I’m the spoiled child? My mother was human and I lived a very humble life before you tossed me into his palace. You were the one born with a silver spoon in your mouth!”

“Do not speak of things you do not understand.”

“Stop patronising me!” You were both screaming at this point. You couldn’t really care less about what the servants outside of Loki’s chambers must have been thinking. They could know you were not here voluntarily.

Loki strutted towards you, a menacing and threatening expression on his handsome face. You pressed your thighs together, standing your ground on your “shared” bed. You did not move away an inch. Not until he came to a halt right before you, so much so you had to look up to meet his stare.

“You need to stop talking,” he breathed quietly. Too quiet. “Ungrateful brat…” He muttered under his breath. But he was just loud enough for you to hear him. It almost seemed like he was trying to hold back. From what, you were unsure. Lashing out? Throwing you out? Getting physical? You swallowed thickly, your mind jumping to an image where Loki threw you over his knees, grabbed a fistful of your dress to reveal your bare bottom and spanked you for your mouth. It infuriated you even more.

“I fucking hate you!” you screamed at him, sitting up so you came to kneel on the bed. One second passed in which Loki narrowed his eyes at you… in the next… his lips were on yours.

Fire rippled through you, hot flushes blackening your vision. Your eyes fell shut, the sensation of his mouth moving against yours stealing away your ability to think straight. As if your body turned against you, your arms came up to wrap around his neck, allowing him to take a hold of your hips. Possessively, he pulled you flush against his body, his muscles rubbing against your chest hardening your nipples.

“I wish I could hate you, Earth girl” he muttered when he pulled away, stroking your hot cheek with his thumb. Your lips parted. And then you finally realised. He desired you. He’d always desired you and the fact that he did… it made him furious. You drove each other mad—and yet together you could be unstoppable.

Breathing heavily, you refused to respond to his confession and instead buried your fingers in his hair to kiss him again. Fuck it all for now. Fuck him. Right now, preferably. Even angrier at him now for making you so flustered for him, you growled, feral like a kitten when he pushed you away with a start. You landed on the mattress, bouncing up and down once before he was on top of you, his blue eyes filled with hunger.

Loki grabbed two fistfuls of your dress. You shrieked when he tore it straight off, exposing your naked body to his greedy gaze. Asgardians didn’t bother with underwear much and the maid had refused to let your wear your bra because it “didn’t go well with the dress”. Now, all you could think about was easy access.

A moan escaped your lips when he cupped your breasts in his hands, kneading them firmly and playing with your nipples until you arched your back for him. You threw your head back then, and he attacked your neck, suckling, biting, licking… Unable to form any functioning sentences, you breathed his name.

“Fucking arsehole…” His chuckle went right through you, tightening that delicious knot forming in your lower stomach and… you could practically feel yourself getting wet for him.

“I will make you beg for my cock, pet. You can try and hate me all you want but that delicious body of yours doesn’t lie. I can see it in your eyes. And I shall make it worth your while.”

Before you could muster both the courage and the smugness to counter his irritating arrogance, he kissed you again, soft hands travelling down to your hips to hook his fingers into the seam of your knickers. He ripped them clean off, making you curse.

“That was the last fucking pair I heard from Midgard!”

“You are my wife. This sad excuse of underwear is nothing compared to the lingerie I will have you wear from now on. Be glad it’s gone.”

“You don’t get to decide what I w—“ Another kiss, even more passionate than the last. His tongue slipped into your mouth, battling yours for dominance.

“Oh yes, I do. You are mine now. And you will feel like a goddess with what I will pick for you.” Attempting to shake your head failed miserably when his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed lightly. Your pussy clenched around nothing. Great. He’d discovered a new kink too, now. Arsehole.

The grunt that left your lips made him chuckle once more. Oh, he knew fully well what he was doing to you and how it made you fight your own body. But it was no use. Loki used his free hand to roll his trousers down his thighs, just enough to free his erect member. It sprung free with its tip leaking precum. Loki pushed his hips against you, cock sliding between your nether lips and brushing against your clit.

“Oh, fuck…” you whined, digging your fingernails into his clothed back until he snatched your wrists and pinned them down next to your head. He thrust forward again, teasing your clit and making you buck your hips.

“Oh, just fuck me already!”

Loki tilted his head, smirking down at you. “Now that is hardly how you speak to your husband who happens to rule the realm you reside in, now is it?”

“You’re an arsehole, Loki! I’m not begging!”

“You are not going to beg your husband?”

“No! Fuck off!”

“Fine. Then you are not coming.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You are not coming until I give you permission.”

“As if you could stop me.”

Loki raised an eyebrow and you swallowed. Challenge accepted, his expression appeared to say. And then, without any further forewarning, he plunged himself inside of you, making you moan loudly enough for his servants outside to hear. You could only imagine them blushing, except if he had charmed the room to contain any indecent noises.

He gave you no time to adjust to his length but instead began railing you as if he was going to starve to death if he didn’t. His grip around your wrists tightened, even more so when you wriggled beneath him, unable to decide between meeting his thrusts by bucking your hips and moving away because the stimulation was almost too much to bear.

It was then you felt it. The invisible force on your clit, teasing, kneading, massaging, playing you like an instrument. Loki was using his seidr to work you up, fast. And while you desperately wanted to stop your arousal from growing to not give him the satisfaction of being able to drive you straight to orgasm, to not have him control your pleasure, your body longed for more, longed for him.

It took him another minute, his rhythmic thrusts deliciously controlled, almost hitting your cervix, and you were on the verge of falling off that relaxing cliff your cunt was craving so bad.

And just like that… the stimulation stopped and Loki angled himself in a way that would keep you on the edge but not quite get you there.

“Are you fucking serious, you arrogant… ahh…” His own grunts only fuelled your arousal, his heavy breathing sounding like music in your ears.

“Beg me,” he demanded hoarsely.

“Fuck… you!”

Loki chuckled. He let go of your wrists for a moment only to grab your thighs and haul your legs over his shoulders so your bottom was slightly elevated. His next thrust was so deep you screamed with pleasure.

And then that delicious treatment on your clit continued, working you up once more. Higher and higher, closer and closer… and then it disappeared again, just before you could jump. Loki continued this sweet torture all the while he kept fucking you senseless.

“You have no idea how long I have been craving to claim that sweet quim of yours, to have you beneath me, screaming my name.”

“I hate you!” The exclamation was half-hearted. Both he and you heard it. Because you didn’t. You were crazy for this man ever since you had met him at that damned ball all those years back.

Loki chuckled in response. “Oh no, you don’t…”

You were unsure for long he kept playing with your body as if it were an instrument. Was it minutes? Hours? All you knew was that Loki kept his promise. He didn’t let you cum all the while he kept filling you up until his seed was leaking out of you, staining both the bed and your inner thighs. His stamina was incredible, your whole body had turned into jelly at this point. Weak and almost in trance, you fought for your release until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“P-please… Loki… p-please let me cum. I… I can’t… it’s getting too much… please…” Swallowing your pride, you looked him deep in the eye, your anger almost doubling the more his mischievous grin grew.

Loki had lost his clothes by now. His naked chest was glistening with sweat, his raven hair sticking to his skin. He tilted his head, stilling inside of you for just a heartbeat.

“That is all I wished to hear, pet.”

You growled in response, moments before his seidr went back to work and he sped up his rhythm. Only this time… this time Loki didn’t stop until finally, you fell. Never before had you experienced such a strong climax. The build-up, the edging and the constant denial had turned you into a feisty animal. Screaming your heart out, you let the pleasure consume you, your orgasm electrifying you from the inside out. Again and again, you pulsed around him, demanding yet another release from Loki.

He came inside of you one last time, face buried in your neck and feasting on your sensitive skin. You whimpered when he bit your neck as if he wished to mark you and then, once your high had finally subsided, he collapsed on top of you and let go of your wrists. You kept them on the mattress none the less, too weakened to bring yourself to slap him for teasing you like that. If you did… he’d probably spank you there and then. Your poor pussy clenched yet again. Oh, fuck…

“So tell me… do you truly hate me?” he murmured smugly, his hot breath brushing against your ear.

“I’m still contemplating,” you shot back, closing your eyes. You guessed you could learn to tolerate him and give in to your feelings. But only if he fucked you like that again.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story! If you did, I would appreciate it so much if you supported me and my writing on Kofi!

I finally, OMG, released my first novel! You can find all info about it in the Linktree in my bio! <3

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muddyorbsblr · 2 years ago

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observing. learning. fantasizing.

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Summary: Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors & pearl clutchers dni you've been warned) | smut; p in v; loss of virginity (m); fingering; oral sex (f receiving)

Things to be aware of: best friends to lovers

"Now when standing with a nobleman it is important to always stand a considerable distance behind him, and always to his left. This is to symbolize--Lady Y/N, I truly do understand that you would much rather your training be in the combat fields, but you are still a lady. The curriculum decided upon by the Queen was you were to undergo a full day of training in the ways of ladyship every fourth day of the week."

You grumbled from your seat, your elbow propped on the desk as you slumped your chin down on your palm as a show of how increasingly dull you found this session…and every session before it. "While I also understand your intention of teaching me the ways of being a good nobleman's wife, Madame Adrianna, I simply fail to see the purpose of these lessons, considering that I have no intention to be simply a breeding station for some nobleman. And if this is truly the curriculum, then please do indulge me and tell me how come Lady Sif or Sir Fandral are not in attendance?"

She smiled down at you as if you were a petulant child looking for someone to drag into a punishment with you, which admittedly at the moment, you felt like that as well. "Lady Y/N, that is because they followed their curriculum when you were all much younger. If I recall correctly, instead of attending your lessons, you ran around wreaking havoc all over the palace and sitting in on magic lessons with Prince Loki."

Madame Adrianna chuckled at your reaction of pursing your lips before breaking into a smug, tight-lipped smile as you recalled all the shenanigans you'd gotten yourself into throughout the centuries past at the influence of your best friend, the god of mischief, Asgard's dark prince. Though to you he was simply Loki, once a brilliant and misunderstood boy, and now a brilliant and misunderstood man who wielded his magic as if it were an extension of his body.

What you wouldn't give for him to break into your lesson right now and save you from this boredom. And what you wouldn't give for him to feel even a sliver of affection towards you like you did for him. Hel, what you wouldn't give in order to acquire a potion that would make you look like the women in the leisure inns he was so frequently spotted in.

I wonder if any of those women ever had to attend an etiquette class, you thought to yourself.

"And your thoughts have wandered off again," your instructor commented, snapping her fingers to call you back into the room. "Lady Y/N, if you are to be the prince's betrothed, you--"

"What? Betrothed?" you snorted, earning you a stern look from her. "I assure you I am not to be betrothed to anyone. Loki is simply my dearest friend. Nothing more." You did your best to mask the bitterness in your tone at the end, but she still caught on, giving you a knowing smirk.

"Well, at least pay attention in our lessons so that you may learn to hide your disappointment better, because that, my dear, was atrocious." Both of you ended up chuckling over her remarks, agreeing to instead be taught how to mask one's emotions so that you could stop wearing them on your sleeve.

Norns forbid that you lost your best friend all because you couldn't keep your envy over all the women he most definitely bedded at bay.

Your lesson was once again interrupted, only this time not by your daydreaming. Rather it was jolted into silence by the sound of sharp, loud knocks on the classroom door. A member of the Einherjar peeked through the threshold. "Madame Adrianna, I apologize profusely to have to cut your lesson short. The King has ordered to see Lady Y/N."

His words immediately brought you to your feet, apologizing to your instructor for having to take your leave so hastily. But when the King orders one's presence, one is obligated to make haste. You walked as fast as your legs could take you toward the throne room, pausing only when you heard some of the Allfather's chambermaids speaking of his current predicament.

"Odin's fallen to the Odinsleep," you muttered to yourself, your pace slowing. "Meaning that he is not King at the moment. It is not he who ordered my presence. And Thor's been banished to Midgard, which means--"

You stopped in your tracks as the realization dawned on you. You had been heading to the throne room under the assumption that it was Odin who summoned you, when really it was…

"Loki," you exhaled his name in a panic, turning around and running toward his chambers.

When you arrived at his chambers the palace guards stationed outside immediately opened his doors, announcing your presence. You stepped inside, walking a path all too familiar to you toward his study, puzzled to find no one there. After a few moments of roaming each area of his chambers and calling out his name, you found him in his bed chamber, sitting mutely on a chaise and holding Gungnir in his hands.

"Would you prefer to be called Your Majesty or My King?" you called out in the most lighthearted tone you could manage. In truth you were doing everything in your power to remain seemingly unfazed because the mere notion of calling him "My King" had you feeling the unmistakable pooling of arousal between your legs.

His deep chuckle didn't help alleviate that growing ache one bit. "You know that I will always prefer you call me by my own name, darling. But if you insist on using my title, then I would prefer 'My King'," he answered you with a playful smirk, the ache in your core intensifying. "Y/N, I must tell you something. Before the entirety of Asgard hears of my new station and it reaches your ears in a manner beyond my control." His gaze met yours with a pleading look before his eyes began to darken as he roamed your form, biting his lip as he did.

"Alright out with it," you said with an exaggerated sigh, a pitiful attempt to mask how your heart constricted at the sight of what he'd just done. He looked back at you with furrowed brows as you explained, "You always make fun of me on Etiquette Day because I have to wear a dress, so go on. Out with it." You righted your stance animatedly for added effect. "With respect, of course. My King."

"Is it already the fourth day of the week?" he murmured. "Truthfully, Y/N, I'd forgotten without the presence of my oaf of a brother constantly reminding the entire palace that it is 'his day'," he said the final part in his best impression of Thor, making you burst out in laughter. When he rose to his feet and placed Gungnir to stand against the wall, your heart caught in your throat once more, making it difficult to breathe especially when he strode toward you and framed your face gently with his large hands. "No jokes today, darling," he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "You look divine. As you always do."

You found it impossible think clearly when he was standing this close to you, touching you as he was now, speaking words of such tenderness that your mind began to wander off and speculate on whether this was how he'd speak to those women that he romanced in the leisure inns he frequented. That line of thinking left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing you step back from him.

"So erm…" You cleared your throat, trying desperately to mask how flustered he'd made you over the last few moments. "What was it you wished to tell me? Surely you did not send an Einheri to extract me from my ever captivating etiquette classes with Madame Adrianna simply to tell me that I do not look like a complete jester today."

"Darling you never look like a jester." His tone almost sounded stern, as if he did not appreciate the wording you'd chosen to describe yourself. He stepped toward you again, taking your hands in his. "I know of the talks in the palace regarding the places that I visit when night befalls the realm."

You sighed sharply, exasperated already with where the conversation was about to turn. "Loki I know about your time in the leisure inns. The palace staff, the soldiers, they all run on gossip mongering to get through their daily drudgeries. I've already heard that you're seen there frequently, this isn't new information to me. You really need not go into lurid detail--"

"You don't know everything, Y/N," he cut you off, the desperation in his voice evident now. "The things you're about to hear from everyone around you, about what I do when I go there--"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Loki," you spoke, pulling your hands out of his hold and firmly gripping his forearms to make him listen to you. "I care not to hear about the things you've done to these women in these places. That is entirely your business and you need not make it mine--"

"I haven't done anything!" His raised tone caused you flinch the slightest, the irritation on his face fading into a mix of regret and pain once he noted your reaction. "I haven't ever done anything…with anyone," he elaborated more slowly, more calmly. "Those are the revealing truths that will be spread around like wildfire once it's been announced that I've become King. That information was never quite as scandalous before because I was not heir, let alone King; now people will wield that knowledge like a weapon because--"

"Because who would respect a ruler that never even experienced something as basic as laying with another," you breathed out, the confusion rife in your tone. "I don't understand, though. All this time in the leisure inns and you were--"

"Spectating," he answered quietly, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring his expression. "Observing. Learning." Your pulse beat violently against your neck as you watched his gaze flicker to your lips. "Fantasizing," he finished, shifting his gaze to meet yours.

You scoffed in disbelief. "Fantasizing?" you repeated. "Why in the Nine would you be fantasizing when you could have any woman in the realm that you desire?"

He began to walk you backward until your back was pressed against a column, your breathing coming out staggered and shaky as he let go of your hands, now resting one at the curve of your waist and the other cupping your jaw, his fingers gently weaving their way into your hair. "Because I've only ever desired one woman all my life. And I've tried to be content with simply being her friend. Her best and dearest friend," he hissed, the shock sinking in with every word he uttered.

Could it be possible? you thought to yourself.

"But if the truth is to come out about my experiences, or in my case my lack thereof, then I suppose this truth should come out as well." He placed his thumb against your lips, leaning in until your noses were touching. "I spectate at those couples and I fantasize that it's us. That I am the one eliciting such lustful noises from you. That it is my name you scream and sigh when your pleasure crests and tapers."

Coherent thoughts had escaped you as you processed his words, your mind filled with the possibilities of the fantasies he'd conjured in his vast imagination. "Why--" you choked out, barely able to even form words. "Why'd you never--"

"You deserve the best that the Nine has to offer," he said simply. "I am not--I simply am not. But I needed you to hear the truth from me now before anyone else's words may have reached your precious little ears." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I desire you, darling Y/N. For as long as I could remember all I've longed was to be yours. And to make you mine in return."

He rested his forehead against yours as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and pressed your body flush against his, making you let out a sharp gasp as you felt his hardening member pressing against your lower stomach. "What if--" you breathed out, struggling to form words. "What if that sentiment was returned?"

You could feel his hand tracing up the laces at the back of your dress, his breathing as labored and as heavy as yours. "Then there is one final truth to reveal." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking his next words against your skin. "I want it to be you. I crave for you to be my first. My only." He pressed another kiss to your skin. "Ever since we were mere children sparring with wooden weapons because we were not strong enough or big enough to lift real blades. Since then I've only longed for you."

His words felt like a dream to you. They didn't feel real. To hear him say that all this time your feelings had been returned? That the centuries past had been spent with you both in states of longing, never knowing until today that the other had felt the same? The elation felt too exquisite to be real. Perhaps it wasn't.

"Am I dreaming?" you breathed out, feeling your body begin to grow faint as you kept striving to process the situation, becoming more and more overwhelmed with his proximity, his touch, his scent. As if he were flooding all your senses. "This doesn't feel real. All this time?" You grew heady with the feel of him pressing more kisses to your skin, his hold on you tightening by the slightest, pressing himself even closer to you if that were even possible. "We've squandered so much time."

Those words seemed to set something in him alight as he tilted his head enough that the next kiss he gave you was to your lips. And the moment your lips finally met it felt as if electricity had spread throughout the entirety of your body, as if you were finally jolted to life after merely existing for so agonizingly long.

You stayed there for what felt like hours, your tentative kisses increasing in passion and desperation, as if you were trying to compensate for all the wasted centuries with each touch of your lips. Your little whimpers turned more and more lustful as his hands roamed your body, and even more so the moment his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place when his mouth slanted over yours and his tongue slid against yours.

"I've longed for you, too," you managed to say as you gasped for breath when you both finally pulled away and he proceeded to press tender kisses to your neck. "Please," you said in a whimper as he found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and proceeded to lightly suck on the spot, making you arch your neck toward him. "Make me yours," you sighed as he hummed a sound of contentment against your skin.

"You must tell me if I hurt you, Y/N. Promise me," he pleaded as his hands went to the back of your dress, fumbling along the lacing and beginning to undo the ties. You could only smile sweetly at him for his concern as he went on. "I've read that…that it could hurt. I don't want to hurt you, I love you--" He caught himself too late and his eyes widened in sheer horror as he watched yours start tearing up. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that--"

"I love you, too," you said hurriedly, as if the words couldn't escape you fast enough. You pulled him towards you to kiss him again before telling him, "You need not worry about hurting me. You can't." Tears welled in your eyes as you explained further. "You won't be my first. And because of that you cannot be my only. But I want you to be my last."

At that moment he finally successfully untied and unlaced the bodice of your dress, a victorious grin adorably pulling at the corners of his mouth before he grasped your waist and pulled you flush against his body to kiss you decadently. He slowly, methodically, stripped you of your dress, placing his lips upon your skin as it was exposed to him.

Once your dress and smallclothes hit the floor of his bed chamber he took a step back, taking in your naked form. "Exquisite," he breathed out, reaching out to tuck his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up at him. "I would like to show you what I've learned. If you'll let me."

All air left your lungs as you mutely nodded your response and with a wave of his hand, the leather and metal of his armor disappeared in a flash of green, baring himself to you. "I wanted to do that," you mumbled with a playful pout.

"Next time, my love," he chuckled before placing a kiss on your lips, lifting you so easily into his arms as he carried you to his bed. Once he had you laid out before him on the mattress, he hovered over you, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss. "Do I need to ready you?" he asked tentatively.

You'd felt him faintly earlier but you couldn't quite give him a sure answer. "Let me see you." He stepped back to allow you to peruse him in all his glorious nakedness. You took a moment to appreciate his lithe form, the power emanating from the well-defined but not bulky muscles all throughout his torso and arms, before letting your gaze travel down. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in such an unflattering sound as you laid your eyes on his erection. "Yes," you blurted out in a mix of shock and panic. "If you don't you might actually hurt me."

Though you were no stranger to the experience of laying with another, you were most definitely not experienced in sharing a bed with someone so…well-equipped. You had no doubts that if he tried to enter you as you were now, the stretch alone would ensure you would be walking rather uncomfortably the following morning.

He stepped toward the bed once more and tentatively touched his fingers to your ankle, his soft touch trailing up the entire length of your leg until they met the outside of your folds. You bit your lip as he teasingly ran his fingers lightly along, refusing to push any further. At the risk of his mischievous nature getting the better of him, you decided to goad the god. "I believe this is the part where you show me what you've learned from the last few centuries, my King."

Loki simply smirked at you as he pressed further against your folds, gasping softly once his digits made contact with your wet, heated core. "Oh, my darling Y/N…" he breathed, his touch becoming firmer as he slowly stroked up the length of your slit until he had your hips jerking violently against his touch once his digits met the aching and swollen bundle of nerves above your entrance.

"Fuck!" you cried out with an obscene moan as he guided his movements based on how your body reacted to him. You watched with widened eyes as he sunk to his knees, bringing his face level to your sex, your pleasured screams echoing around the room when he licked into your entrance before latching his lips onto your clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub.

Your breathing grew labored as he placed his free hand on your inner thigh, holding you open for him to continue his attentions before placing that same leg over his shoulder and giving you no escape from his mouth. The god had you letting out a sound that could only be described as a squeak once you felt his fingers return to your heated passage and push their way inside, prodding and scissoring at your walls.

Norns, he'd learned this simply from watching? You couldn't dare imagine how thoroughly he would surely destroy you once he'd memorized every minute reaction of your body to his actions. Once he'd had enough time to practice and he'd learned how to play your body like a virtuoso with an instrument.

When you could feel the coil tightening in your body, your walls clenching unashamedly around his fingers, you whimpered a broken plea of his name. "I--I'm…I'm--"

"Shh, darling," he spoke against you, the vibrations from his voice pushing you ever closer to completion. "I've got you," he said before giving you a wicked grin and once again closing his lips over your clit and resuming his pace, his digits now moving as if they were searching for that spot inside of you that would push you over the edge. And then he curled his fingers, finding that very spot and setting your body aflame once again.

You yelled his name with a salacious moan as you arched your back off the bed and came on his fingers. All that you could utter were whimpered utterances of his name and how you loved him while he shamelessly lapped at your release as you came down from your high.

When you felt you could think coherently again, you breathed out, "You are going to absolutely ruin me, do you know that?" He didn't answer you; instead, he hovered over you once more and lined the tip of his shaft to your still clenching entrance, pressing his lips to your neck as he pushed his way inside you in slow, careful thrusts.

"Oh Y/N. My dear heart," he rasped in your ear. "That isn't even the beginning of what I've learned in these last few centuries." He let out a staggered cry of your name once he'd fully sheathed himself in you as you uttered a broken moan. "Are you alright, my love? Have I hurt you?" he asked frantically, pressing tender kisses to your cheek and temple.

"No," you whimpered. "You're perfect. Absolutely devastatingly perfect." You pressed a fevered kiss to his shoulder, your heart swelling at the turn of events today had taken. He let out a sigh of audible relief, his breath ruffling the fringe hairs at the crown of your head, before pressing one more kiss to your temple and beginning to move in a slow, tender pace.

"You feel sublime," he whispered through staggered breaths. "I'm sorry I won't--"

"It's okay," you cooed, weaving your fingers through his raven hair and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Lasting longer comes with practice. At least I think it does. Just let go." You tilted your head so your lips could meet in a breathless, impassioned kiss. "I've got you."

You moaned into each other's mouths as his pace staggered, hips jerking uncontrollably against yours as you felt him spilling his seed into you. Then your eyes snapped open as you felt his hand slowly reach between you and start rubbing against your already overstimulated clit, sending you past the brink of your own ecstasy as well.

With a final exhale, he pulled out of you and dropped unceremoniously beside you onto the bed, his arm reaching over to pull you into a sated embrace. As his chest heaved trying to catch his breath, his eyes met yours, filled with unmistakable elation as he breathed the words, "Marry me."

You instinctively wanted to sass him about proposing to the first woman he laid with, but you stopped yourself as you took into consideration the words he'd said earlier. This situation wasn't the type to be questioned with 'Already?', but rather the type to be concluded with 'Finally'. Centuries of both of you spent believing that your love had been one-sided…you knew there was only one correct response.

"Yes." As he leaned into press his lips to yours, however, you simply couldn't resist. "My King."

A/N: I remember seeing a comment a long time ago in another fic (not sure if it was here or on AO3) that there's only a very small selection of Virgin!Loki fics to choose from, and truly I hope this piece is a worthy addition to that group of stories. (But if it's not, don't tell me I cry easily--)

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years ago

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I am his safe space || Loki || hurt/comfort ||

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Summary: Loki is locked in his cell on the Helicarrier and you come to save him but when you get to your safehouse, you find out something horrifying

A/N: well- I wrote this in 45 minutes and it's currently 1:25 am so I hope you enjoy it. I realise that I don't get a lot of reads on my stuff anymore so those who stick around to read, thank you, I love you all ❤

P.S:: yes, there's inspired scenes from Lore Olympus, see if you see it

“I don’t like it,” Captain America muttered again, staring down at the surveillance cameras that were monitoring the God of Mischief’s movements in his glass confinement, “he came willingly, great, but why?”

Thor hummed and strode over to take a look at the cameras beside the Captain, “my brother has always been a good strategist, he has a backup plan for seven other plans. He’s a snake, he can escape easily if he truly tried, I wonder why he is staying.”

“I’ll go talk to him,” Natasha began, standing from her seat and making her way down to the holding cell where the God of Mischief was casually pacing the expanse of it.

The God ceased his movements and smirked as he turned to face Natasha, “there are not many that can sneak up on me.”

“But you figured I would come,” Natasha replied easily, crossing her arms as she glared at the God before her, “why are you here, Loki? What do you want with Earth?”

Loki chuckled and walked closer to where the agent was standing, “I am here because I was captured, is that not apparent?”

“You chose to be here, you look too calm about being in there to be here against your will, what are you planning?” the redhead sneered as Loki chuckled, his smile wide and threatening.

The God stepped back and tilted his head, his blue eyes shining maniacally as his smile spread wider. Suddenly, the ship lurched and the agent had to hold onto the rail to keep herself upright.

“What did you do?!” Natasha demanded before hearing the click of heels coming down the hall. The Widow immediately jumped into action, cocking her gun and striding over to the control panel to protect it.

Loki remained silent even as the door opened and in walked a familiar figure. With a tilt of his head, Loki hummed and whispered, “Y/N.”

“Husband,” you acknowledged him with a soft smile before turning to Agent Romanoff, “you can go now, agent. My husband is in my care.”

The agent scoffed and held her gun up, pointing it at your head before it disappeared in a glow of forest green and she stared at you in surprise.

“Please,” you purred with a smirk so similar to your husband’s, “you don’t bring guns to a magic fight.”

You conjured a wave of magic and swept her away from the control panel as you walked over the railings to get to it, pressing the button that would open the door for Loki. As the God strode out, Thor slammed open the door and threw Mjolnir at you, hitting you square in the chest and sending you to the floor with an agonised scream.

“Stay down, sister,” Thor ordered before turning to his brother, “you drag her into this now?”

Loki chuckled and his magic summoned two daggers into his hands as he stood between Thor and you. “You hurt her,” he sneered, fury flaring in his eyes as he approached Thor, “you hurt my wife. As I promised in my vows to her, those who harm her shall know pain.”

You watched in horror as Thor and his brother began to fight. You knew Thor was at a disadvantage without Mjolnir while Loki benefitted with his magic. However, once Thor was thrown to the floor, his instincts took over and he summoned Mjolnir, sealing your chance of escape. Quickly, you got to your feet and disappeared in a flurry of green, taking Loki with you.

You appeared in Norway, in front of a quaint cabin that was covered in a beautiful sheet of white. You wove your arm around Loki’s waist and guided him inside, laying him down on the sofa before noticing a note on the coffee table. Curiously, you picked it up and read it.

Hello, darling,

Welcome to your new home. In every universe, this cabin will be ours. You may know me, you may not, but the door is always open for you, for Haven and for me. I love you, sweet one, don’t give up on your search.

Love,

T.S/L.O

L.O? Ah, you thought with a smile, turning to look at your husband, Loki Odinson.

“Are you alright?” you whispered, setting down the note and walking over to him, kneeling beside him as the Prince groaned and covered his eyes with his arm, “Loki. Answer me.”

“No,” came Loki’s reply, broken and hoarse and scared. “I’m not alright,” he whispered, “I’ve had a terrible year, my darling.”

You frowned and held his free hand to your cheek, leaning into it and kissing his palm, “I’m always going to be here to listen, my love. Always.”

Loki shook his head and his thumb caressed your lip before he pulled back and gripped his hair, “I can’t. I can’t speak about it. I just can’t.”

You frowned and stood, pressing a gentle kiss to his soft forehead before stepping out onto the porch and beginning a difficult combination of spells so that no one would find out where the both of you were hidden; not even Heimdall.

Once you were finished, you walked back inside and closed the door behind you and found Loki staring out of the window solemnly. His ebony hair was matted and greasy, spiking up in places due to lack of care, bags were hung under his eyes and deep purple was easily seen beside his eyes. He looked slimmer too, he had a slightly shaky hand that he hadn’t had a year ago. YOu frowned as you wondered what had happened to him.

You gently touched his shoulder and watched as he flinched before settling and melting into your comforting touch. “Tell me,” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes, “please. It’s alright. I’m right here.”

With a sigh, Loki turned to you and began to talk. The more he talked, the more the air tensed with your rage. He had been tortured, horribly so, torn apart and sewn back together as a puppet, as a replaceable toy. He was subjected to all sorts of abuse. He was shown your death countless times. The air was swarming with your built-up magic when he was done.

Once you were sure he was done, he looked at you brokenly and watched you storm out into the snow, uncaring of the dropping temperature. With a startled cry, Loki followed you.

“Y/N!” he yelled, following you into the forest desperately until he caught up to you and held your arms, “No! Y/N, please!”

“I’ll kill him,” you growled, tugging on his hands as your own glowed a sickly green and your eyes shone with power. Loki stared at you head on, appreciating that you would go to such lengths to protect him but he needed you.

“You can’t kill a titan,” he whispered brokenly, cradling your shaking arms with his hands, rubbing his thumbs on your tense muscles as tears surfaced in his eyes.

You growled and pulled the Prince closer to you, gently reaching up to cup his cheek, “you’re right. For you, I’d do so much worse.”

With a soft sigh, Loki cupped your cheek and recessed his forehead to yours, “Wait,” he whispered tenderly.

“There need to be repercussions,” you sneered, holding Loki tighter and only letting go slightly when the God winced in pain.

Loki shook his head and allowed tears to fall from his eyes, seeing how much it brought you back to him, “hurting him will not make me feel better, Y/N! If you want to help me then stay with me!”

Your eyes softened as Loki pulled you into a tight hug and your power dimmed to a halt when he whispered, “I am the one who needs you… I am the one who needs you.”

You felt him crumble in your arms as you both dropped to your knees in the snow as the God broke and cried in your arms. You frowned and held him tight, allowing him to cry as he processed his trauma. All that shit he went through with Thanos. The lot of it. Watching his children be murdered before his eyes in simulation along with you. The mental torment. You hated Thanos so much for ruining your husband but you could never hate Loki himself.

When Loki was calm, you helped him to his feet and guided him back to the cabin. He silently sat on the sofa and you brewed the kettle, pouring some tea for the both of you as you both processed what had happened.

“Loki,” you whispered, staring down into the mug of tea, “I’m sorry for losing my temper, for all of it, I just-”

“No.”

“What?” you turned to look at him in confusion, watching him raise his teacup to his lips and take a long sip before sighing.

“I said no,” he replied simply, meeting your eyes with a sad smile, “you were justified in your wrath. Trust me, I know. But that wasn’t what I needed in that moment. I just needed you.”

You nodded and set your teacup down on the coffee table, along with his cup before you got onto his lap and held his face in your hands, “until you’re ready, I will just stay by your side and keep you safe from there.”

Loki smiled brokenly and nodded, “I think I would like that, my love,” he whispered.

You leaned forward and sealed his lips with yours in a tender kiss, allowing him to whimper and cradle you closer, his eyes fluttering closed in relief. He had probably thought that you would never get to kiss him like this again. He loved you so much and missed you.

Thanos would pay for ruining your prince.

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lipstickbisous · 4 years ago

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the song of a snake.

summary: never did he think light would enter his view, for a snake so rarely leaves his cave.

warnings: loki in love, fluff, what he sings is in asgardian translated into english!!

a/n: this is just my sneak peek! i will be posting the full work tomorrow (thursday @ 3pm est!) please tell me what you think, it's my first loki fic!!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

"Why must she hold my heart with a grip against my soul?" Finally, you met his eyes. He spoke of a sea, one so vast and so full that he would sail it to know its depths and shores, but the sea was in his eyes. Overlapping waves washed against your feet, and just by looking into his gaze, you've pushed the last breath from his lungs. He finds the next words impossible to sing without a breath.

He begins to step towards off of the platform and towards you, one foot in front of the other but it feels like his first steps. He's a child again, struggling to walk. "She may burn my skin and I would ask for more." It's an old Asgardian tale.

One of the first kings found a maiden when traveling in a foreign land, too far away from his hold. Her beauty was ethereal, and to be in her presence was the greatest honor he could hold. He returned to Asgard and had dreams of the girl for days, countless nights spent without a morsel of sleep. He traveled the realms again, diving through the deepest oceans and begrudging the hottest deserts so that he would find her beauty again.

It was a song that Loki would hear his father sing to his mother, and now, he would sing it to you.

"For wherever she may wound me, I know her kisses will heal it," You still stood at the entrance to the hall, forcing him to travel across to you. He neither pushed nor pulled away from the crowd. Instead, they separated into two, creating an open path for Loki to see you in all your glory.

He imagined what your skin would make him feel; how your arms would hold him; how it'd feel to have you kiss his cheek; how his heart would warm when you lied your head on his shoulder; how a tear would drip to his chin if you could ever love him back.

to be continued.

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michelleleewise · 2 years ago

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Purr....

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none.....Mischief, backfired spells, shenanigans and alot of purrs.....

Summary: you come back from a mission excited to see your boyfriend.....unaware something happened......

Inspired by THIS lovely anon........

You walked off the quintet sighing. You'd been gone two months and all you wanted was a shower and your Loki. You hadn't even been able to talk to him since where you were sent had no service and you missed him more then you would like to admit, so as soon as your feet hit the helipad you were off to find him.

You walked into the common room, looking around not seeing anyone throwing your bag down when a black cat ran up to you rubbing himself on your legs purring. You kneeled down scratching behind his ears hearing the purrs grow louder. "Hey little guy, who do you belong to?" You asked as it pushed its head into your hands. "He would belong to you y/n." You heard, looking up seeing Thor. "Oh..did Loki get him?" You asked, seeing the cat turn and hiss at Thor. "You could say that." He said laughing.

You got up walking into the kitchen seeing Thor grab a mug from the cabinet. "So where is Mischief anyway? I thought he'd be here when I landed." You said as the cat jumped on the counter purring rubbing his face across yours. "Well you see, Loki was practicing a new spell and..." he trailed off as the car sauntered over knocking his mug off the counter, shattering on the floor. "I don't think he likes you very much." You laughed seeing Thor sigh. "Yes well, I would expect nothing less." He said grabbing the broom. You watched him clean the glass up as the cat continued to purr and rub his face on yours, pressing his forehead to yours. "Ok really, where is Loki?" You asked.

"He is currently in the kitchen y/n." Thor said grabbing another mug. You looked around seeing the kitchen all but empty "umm...are you alright thor?" You asked. "That little furry beast Y/n! That is Loki." He snapped as the cat hissed at him. "His spell backfired and now..." he trailed off pointing at the cat. You took a minute to look at the cat, seeing it's large green eyes, the softness of its fur, the way it hissed at Thor "Oh my God! When did this happen?" You asked looking at Thor "Oh, about two weeks ago." He said shrugging. "Can he change back?" You asked when the cat began purring again. "Not on his own no, it has to wear off, good news is it should be any day now." He said smiling as he walked out if the kitchen "Welcome back y/n." He called back.

You sat staring at Loki as he purred, his tail flicking back and forth. "Loki....what am I going to do with you." You asked when he meow'd, putting his paw on your cheek. "You know I was really looking forward to cuddles too." You sighed, feeling him press his head to your forehead hearing him purr again. "Well, shower and bed I guess." You said. standing up you walked to the common room grabbing your bag, loki following right behind you as you headed to your shared room. You watched him jump on the bed as you threw your bag down grabbing a towel.

You stepped out of the shower feeling your muscles relax. Wrapping your towel around yourself you walked out seeing Loki sprawled on the bed, tail twitching as he watched you. "Don't be weird Loki." You said laughing when he meow'd. You walked into the closet, slipping your shorts and tank top on walking back out. "I'm really gonna cuddle a cat." You smiled seeing him roll over on his back. You pulled the blankets back laying down "well, come on." You said as he walked up by the pillow, laying down in front of you. You covered him and you up laying down looking at him. "Your lucky I love you." You said as his eyes shot to yours.

You scratched his ear when he nudged your nose with his "Your tickling me." You laughed hearing him purr. "Go to sleep sir." You said sternly closing your eyes. You felt him tuck his head under your chin, pressing himself to your chest continuing to purr. "Goodnight Loki." You breathed wrapping an arm around him drifting off to sleep. You weren't sure how long you were asleep when you felt something nudge against your cheek "lokiiii, go to sleep." You murmured reaching up to scratch his head. You felt him kiss your cheek making you open your eyes, you stopped scratching when your eyes met his beautiful green ones. "C..could you....keep doing that?" He asked gently kissing you. You laughed, snuggling into him scratching his scalp hearing him moan. "Love you darling." He purred, pressing his forehead to yours "love you, my lokitty." You smiled, drifting back to sleep.

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spilledkauffie · 3 years ago

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Songs of Starlight

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.3k T/W: talk of nightmares, then comfort!!! A/N: I added a bit of Loki's magic, I hope it's okay!

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The scenes flashed through your head: pain, heartache, horror, everything you hated most, it all seemed to come back to you at night. Of course, not when you were awake and could cope with it by distracting yourself, or talking it out, instead it all came back in nightmares, things you couldn’t even attempt stopping, all you could do is witness it while your body numbly lay there. Until you just couldn’t take it anymore—

Jolting up in bed, you gasped quickly and sharply. Closing your eyes as you braced yourself back on your hands outstretched behind you, you could feel the warm tears fall from your eyelashes. Breathing in the familiar scent of your bedroom, your mind processed what it had just seen. It felt so real, looked so real, it was nearly unbearable, leaving you with a sense of anxiety that there was nothing you could do to stop it. Similarly, there was nothing you could do to keep your chest from heaving or your tears from falling. Hugging your knees into your chest, you were interrupted by a familiar touch and voice.

“Darling?” he whispered, touching your back with his hand.

Lifting your head, you turned to find Loki sitting upright alongside you, hand softly rubbing up and down your back. Whimpering his name, you reach your arms out timidly, to which he responded exactly as you hoped. Loki brings you into a hug, one arm around your shoulders, the other cradling the back of your head. He hushes to you, rocking only slightly in an attempt to calm you. He feels your tears fall against the side of his neck and run down his bare chest, something he already knows you’ll apologise for unnecessarily. Your shaking arms cling to him tightly as he hugs you a little tighter every time you twitch out of fear. The soft vibration of your trembling lips at the base of his neck causes him to close his eyes, wishing he could take all the nightmares away.

“I’m here, you’re okay,” he assures in your ear, “I promise, I’m here. They were just. . . visions.”

“They looked- felt so,” you stagger, “so real.”

“I know, Darling,” Loki sighs empathetically, stroking your hair, “I know they do.”

“I can’t do this without you, I can’t, I can’t,” you say through tears.

“And you’ll never, ever have to, I promise, I promise,” he pulls back a little, “you’re here, this is what’s real, not what your fears, or your nightmares, tell you. I’m here and nothing will ever change that, okay?”

You nod a little, finally gaining control over your breathing better, still sniffling, but managing.

“And you’re okay now,” Loki’s fingertips brush and tuck the hair out of your face lovingly, with his free hand ghosting up and down your bare arm, you get a small shiver, which doesn't go unnoticed, “it’s a little chilly, do you want to lie down again?”

Nodding again, this time more confidently, Loki whispers a soft, ‘okay,’ as he brings both you and the covers down with him. You lay on his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible now, feeling his chest rise and fall and hearing his heartbeat already helps to ground you. Loki feels you reach an arm across him, your slightly shaky fingers stroking along his side. He brings a hand to your hair, keeping it out of your face by stroking it back, only until it falls again and then he starts over.

“How did you manage them?” you ask, lips against his collarbone.

Loki blinks, “it took. . .,” he pauses, “a long time, and sometimes I still have them.”

“You do?” you look up slightly.

“Yeah,” he smiles, looking down to you, “I do, but you know what helps?”

“What?”

He leans his head back against the pillow staring up at the ceiling, “there’s a story my Mother used to tell me whenever I’d have a hard time with my nightmares and fears. She only ever told it to me, and I was convinced for the longest time it wasn’t a story, but a spell she’d somehow put on me, because it worked every time. Would you like to hear it?”

You hum your reply, snuggling closer against him, resting your head on his chest.

“She used to tell me: whenever you see something or feel something that scares you, look at the stars and ask them if they saw and felt what you did; that’s how you know it’s real. Because the night sky isn’t just the night sky, the stars are constant, though the light of the sun hides them from our view, nothing can be hidden from them. That’s why when the sun fades they shine brightest, so we’re not left in utter darkness. They’re given as signs of hope and signs that they’re real and not going anywhere. . .,” Loki paused, voice lowering, “they won’t abandon you, because they've never abandoned you, even when you couldn’t see them.”

“But how do you ask them, when they’re so far away?” You sniffled.

“Like this,” Loki lifted his free hand, propping his elbow against the bed. Opening his hand the clearest, most vibrant night sky appeared above you in your room. Your ceiling suddenly became stars, constellations, everything softly lighting up your room, but all Loki could focus on was you. Gasping softly, you turned your head to see them better, it was truly beautiful.

“W-wow,” you smile, eyes brightening up.

“Go on,” Loki lifted his shoulder a little.

You slowly removed your hand from his side and reached up to intertwine your fingertips with waves of stars, they seemed to almost playfully encircle your hand and wrist. When your fingertip touched on the pulsing stars a soft hum began, you couldn’t explain how or why, but you instantly felt calm again, forgetting everything that you had seen in your nightmare minutes ago. Practically melting back against Loki, you kept your hand in the shining night sky. Lifting his own hand, suddenly there were aurora borealis’ weaving between his own fingers as he brought his hand to touch yours. Giggling softly when he pressed his palm to yours the colours crossed and swirled around your hands.

You hummed, “whose voice is that, humming?”

“It’s my Mother’s,” Loki admitted, “well, at least as well as I can remember it from memory. She’d sing me these little songs, claiming they were songs of starlight that only I could hear,” he chuckled to himself, knowing full well it was simply his mother trying to calm a scared child, “she knew how much I wanted to have things of my own.”

“Why are you sharing it with me?” You furrowed your brows, suddenly feeling as though you didn’t belong in such a pure loving moment.

“Because, she was all I had then, but you’re all I have now,” he said, “and I think this should be shared, it’s not something to keep to myself anymore. Especially considering you are the most beautiful and precious thing I have in my life. Beauty should enjoy beauty”

You smiled to yourself, “thank you.”

“You are more than welcome, my Darling,” Loki mused, taking your hand in his completely and bringing your knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, before setting your intertwined hands on his chest.

You felt a gentle vibration in Loki’s chest as he began to hum along with the songs from his childhood. He kept the sky alive, dimming it a little to help you fall asleep, and indeed the last thing you saw was the twinkling of stars, the last thing you felt was Loki stoking along you outline of your cheek, and the last thing you heard was Loki telling you he loved you as your eyes closed to a more peaceful night’s rest.

You dreamed of the Songs of Starlight.

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itskateak · 3 years ago

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UPDATES ON MY REQUESTS:

Green Thumb (Loki x Gardener!Reader)

Document is made and I’m going to start my research soon as it comes up.

Porcelain Dreams (Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader)

I made my outline for each part and I’ll start writing part 1 this coming week.

Snowmelt (Loki x Fem!Reader - possibly nsfw)

I’m still deciding whether to make it NSFW or not. I might write a SFW one and then have an extension that’s NSFW. I haven’t quite made up my mind. But I’ll start on this one this coming week as well.

I’m taking a short hiatus from all writing until Tuesday (August 3rd) due to mental health reasons. It’s better for me to step back and reset instead of pushing myself through. :)

#rens writing requests #ren rambles #loki laufeyson x female!reader #erwin smith x reader

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lokisninerealms · 3 years ago

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Close for Comfort

Summary: A new hot tub is installed at the Avengers compound, intriguing you for a feel. You find yourself sneaking a dip at the same time as a particular God. But how much room can steaming water truly hold for two?

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: (18+ Content) Heavy heavy smut, slight degrading, mentions and descriptions of fingering, handjob, details involving heavy intercourse

A/N: this was longer and juicier than i expected but as they say, the fic tends to write itself.

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Glistening sweat formed a thin line above your hairline, a few drops slowly running down the nape of your neck.

The heaving of your chest as you wiped the remaining sweat from your face. Still in need of a dip in Starks newly installed hot tub that he just had emplaced. Your body bruised and aching from how intense the workout you had just finished was.

A shade of purple and blue spots aligned various spots on your body. Some held a greener tint due to the start of healing. You hated the look, but nonetheless, you were one of the strongest mortals that made the Avengers.

Slipping on a emerald green bikini, the fabric was snug accentuating your curves. A towel in one hand while another held a water. Closing the door to your room, making way towards the other side of the compound. It was late at night, nearly one o’clock. You knew everyone else was bound to be asleep or doing their own thing.

At least that’s what you hoped.

Sliding the back door shut before passing the in-ground pool that Tony had also splurged on. The cool marble of the backyard patio on your feet with every step. Only to halt at the sight of someone else in the hudson bay spa.

His blue-green eyes turning at your direction, perfect hearing picking up at your presence. Arms rested on the tub’s edge like an eagle spreading its wings to fly. The muscles in his biceps visible, a few veins poking out as well. Your eyes dropped down to his chest, strong pecks on full display. The dips in his broad shoulders giving away the idea that he was fit and worked out frequently.

“I know I’m quite exquisite to look at but there is room for one more in this tub, do care to join me,” The sound of his velvety-voice snapped you from drinking him in.

Your cheeks heated up, a faint blush painting them red with embarrassment. Mentally kicking yourself for gawking at the God in front of you, though you knew he found pleasure in the attention.

Placing your towel and water bottle down before nearing towards the tub. Carefully sinking down into the water, the heat instantly burning your skin. Sighing in content. You leaned against the back wall. The scorching temperature numbing the ache in your exhausted limbs.

Opening your eyes to make instant eye contact with the Asgardian. A smirk pulled his lip, relaxing further back into the tub with a puff in the chest. Pushing his pecks further out, the defined lines of his abs peaking beneath the water.

“Enjoying yourself?,” He spoke after a moment of silence between you two.

Eyes slowly dropping to admire your chest, the cups of your top pushing them slightly higher.

Clearing your throat at the sight of his chest slowly rising up and down with a trickle of sweat running down, “Yes, the water feels very nice.”

“Indeed, it feels very nice. I like the heat…against my thighs,” His voice suggestive, dripping in lust.

Your breathe hitched at his flirty remark. Clenching your thighs together in need, forcing yourself not to drop your eyes any further. Noticing his damp curls sticking to his forehead with droplets of sweat forming. Every bone in your body fighting to run your fingers through his dark-raven hair.

A deep cough snapped you out of your filthy thoughts, his thick brow quirking at you. Posing a question of ‘what are you thinking?’ yet he remained silent.

Both of you scrutinizing each other, drinking in another’s appearance. Atmosphere around you growing thick and heavy, yet all you could do was blame it on the heat. His eyes never leaving yours as you sunk further into the water. The temperature engulfing you like a warm blanket on a cold winters night.

Shutting your eyes closed, in hopes that you’d brush away the burning heat that traveled its way to your core. Along with the dirty images that flooded your mind.

The slosh of water snapping them open, Loki’s body now right next to yours. Stiffening at his sudden move, you turned to look at him. A smirk still plastered on his face.

“Can I help you?” You asked, a bit more blunt than you intended to.

“There’s too much clothing on,” Loki drawled.

“Excuse me?” Your eyes widened at his reply, caught off guard by what he meant.

“You have too much clothing on.” His eyes slipping from your face to stare at your breasts, covered in thin fabric.

“I don’t understand how exactly that’s a problem here.”

“Oh, little dove…” he purred, twirling a piece of your hair with his finger, “I see the way that you look at me. You crave intimacy but most of all, to be touched by me.”

The air knocked from your lungs at his bold statement, your chest tightened as he exposed you. Confused on how he of all people would know about your deepest desire. To be completely and utterly fucked at the hands of one God, the Asgardian Prince himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you choked.

His intense gaze burning into your side, mentally forcing yourself to look anywhere but him. You needed to get out. Yet your legs stayed mounted to the charcoal tub.

Intoxicated by his smell, a hint of cologne and cypress with every inhale you took. A staggering breathe from how close you were to the inviting man beside you.

Lips lowered to the shell of your ear. “Oh. But I assure you, my dear, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Closing your thighs shut, you attempted to scoot away from him. Desperate to get out before he could tantalize you any further. Hearing the snap of his finger before the material of your top disappeared along with the bottoms.

Yelping in shock, you quickly turned around. The devious look of his amused at your embarrassment.

“Relax love, I prefer you this way. Naked and on display for my pure enjoyment,” he teased. Eyeing your bare breasts, nipples hardening as a chill breeze blew by.

Bubbles arose blasting at the quick speed that projected into the water. Just your luck, the jets had turned on.

Giving you slight coverage in attempt to hide your bottom half. The fast pressure massaging your muscles as you still remained in shock over what just occurred.

You felt completely exposed to the dark-haired trickster in front of you who held no shame.

A few bubbles had splashed up, dripping down his chin while he waited for your next move. His eyes hunting his prey like a meal in need of devouring.

The look he sent you sending an electric shock to your core. A burning arousal stirred inside of you, a temperature that even the water inside of the tub could not satisfy you. The familiar ache of yearning to be touched and pleasured by a man growing by the second.

Your next words even surprising you, a surge of boldness leaving as you spoke. “Well, come fuck me then.”

Closing the distance between you two, moving each leg to straddle his lap. His fingers sliding down to grasp the sides of your hips. Grinding your cunt to ease any friction against his trunks. A moan leaving your lips at the rough material and growth of his erection from underneath you.

Palming his clothed length, a strangled moan could be heard against your ear. A smirk forming in satisfactory from earning the reaction that you craved from him.

Slowly lifting yourself up off him, “I’m afraid that you have too much clothing on,” you whispered.

Moving a hand down to tug the waist of his swim trunks, setting his cock free. Grasping his shaft before slowly working in a pumping motion, up and down. Repeating the movement hastily.

The water becoming a lubricant that slipped through your nimble fingers with ease. Taking note of how easily your soft touch affected him. His breathe staggering with every jerk of your hand.

Lokis hand tugged your own releasing you from his cock, hunger burning in his eyes. He needed to touch you.

“Allow me,” he murmured.

His lips attaching themselves to the side of your neck, hungrily sucking the sweet spot below your ear. Moaning in approval at the magic of his tongue.

Grazing your folds, he delicately ran his fingers through them. Teasing you with one last draw before dipping one inside, your walls welcomed his touch. Adding another digit inside of you. Pumping in and out, a moan leaving you every time in a serene of pleasure.

Digit after digit. He pumped four fingers inside of you.

Moaning with every pump of his delicate fingers, getting lost in not only his touch but the feel of his lips on your skin. His cool fingers sliding in and out of you. Sucking the flesh of your neck to mark up your breasts.

Pulling his fingers out swiftly, you whined at the absence. Chuckling at your reaction to missing his touch. Loki pulled his face away to wave his hand, shutting the jets off.

“Such a needy little one, you are,” he crooned at you.

The bubbles stilled around your naked bodies. Both of you drenched in a mix of salt water and sweat.

“Loki…,” you cried.

“I need you….I need you, Loki,” you began to beg.

Feeling utterly humiliated as you pleaded for the God to fuck you. Your body craved to be full of him.

Loki snickered, “Look at you. Begging for a God’s cock like the filthy, little whore that you are. Is that what you want? For me to fuck you? Fill you with every inch of me until I have you screaming, pleading to your one and only for more.”

His mocking words fired something in you, arousal practically dripping as it soaked your folds. Nodding eagerly, you began to grind your hips ferociously against him. A spill of ‘yes’s’ and ‘fuck me please’ coming from you.

Pulling you up at the grasp of your hips, Loki drooled at the sight of the water that dripped from your breasts. His mind spiraling, completely filled with lust and arousal.

Your focus shifted from leaving kisses on the pale skin of his neck to centering his cock at your entrance. Gently running his shaft along your soaked folds before sinking down. His girth stretching your walls leaving you to fully adjust, taking every inch of him.

A loud moan coming from both of you of immense pleasure. The assumption about him being the perfect size becoming true. Slipping a hand behind the nape of his neck, you steadied yourself for support. Running your fingers through to feel the soft texture of his curls

Beginning to bounce up and down, the water sloshed around you.

“Fuuuuck…Loki, you’re so big,” you moaned.

Your praises fulfilling his ego, boosting him with pride.

Loki thrusted beneath you aiding you both to a hot release. The tip of his cock piercing your cervix with every bounce and thrust that occurred.

His grunts and moans filling your ears, a mix of your own joining with him. Both of you too lost in the pleasure of ravishing another to care about anyone who could hear.

Up and down, you continued to bounce on top of him. Breasts at eye level while he looked up at you in lust and admiration. A cluster of soft moans fell from your lips at the slightest touch of his cool fingers circling your clit.

“Come on love…don’t be shy. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel, let’s put on a whole show,” he coaxed in your ear.

A scream erupted from you, the sudden change in position hitting a different spot than before. Your chest now flushed against the wall as the God of Mischief pounded into you from behind. His attempts at getting you to be more vocal succeeding as your pleasure was heard for the whole world.

Moan after moan, shout after shout, you cried as each thrust that was entered became harsher than the last. Tears brimming in your eyes at the brutal force that Loki used to reaching your climax.

“You feel so good, taking all of me like the good girl that you are,” Loki praised.

Water splashing with every hurried rock of his hips against the flesh of your skin. His heavy balls slamming against your ass, destined to create even more bruises.

The sound of waves crashing around you drowned out by heavy pants and whimpering moans.

“My pretty girl. You look so beautiful filled of my cock,” he moaned. Feeling so full at the warmth of your cunt.

Thrust after thrust, his dick disappeared inside of your folds. Pulling out just before the tip only to slam right back in. Your body jerking every time while you gripped onto the ledge for dear life. His sweet praises and taunts tipping you over as your stomach tightened.

“F-fuck…Loki, I’m gonna…I need to cum,” you panted.

“We shall come together, hold on just a little bit longer my love,” he rasped. Feeling his own stomach coil.

The nickname falling from his lips like honey. Turning your head back to look at him, his dark curls framed his face. His face contorted in sweet pleasure, heavenly moans leaving his lips at the same the. Your walls clenched around him at the scene of you two.

Loki deeply inhaled feeling his cock twitch aggressively as he coursed you to cum. Screams and moans could be heard as the both of you reached your high together.

After performing a couple more lousy thrusts, Loki laid to rest on top of you. Raven curls laying to fall on your shoulder, his breathe warm. A mixture of both of your juices slowly sliding down your thigh. His length still buried deep inside of you.

“That was…..,” he breathed.

“Amazing,” you finished the sentence for him.

Running a hand through his hair, the cool touch of his lips grazed your collar bone.

Slowly he pulled out of you, the ache between your thighs causing you to flinch at the retraction of his length. His lips kissing your cheek in the process. A wave of his hand to clean you both up while also sealing a contraceptive spell.

Turning around to settle your back against the hot tub, exhausted, a well-spent mess of Loki’s doing. As you allowed yourself to relish in the presence of his.

“And I thought it’d take a lot more than me being drenched in a hot tub for you to finally give in,” he jested.

Slapping his chest lightly, scoffing as he teased you. A sudden splash of water hitting you.

“You’re going to pay for that!,” you shrieked.

“I just paid you by ravishing you with my delightful cock,” he rolled his eyes dramatically at you.

Before you could quip back, his greedy hands pulled you to his lap, already missing the touch of your skin on his. You squealed, feeling his lips close the gap between you two at the exchange of a heated, yet passionate kiss.

Pulling away just before your tongues could fully intertwine, Loki sent a wicked grinned your way. The mischief glint in his blue-green eyes clearly evident.

“So next time, we’re fucking in the pool,” he smirked.

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Crossed Swords:To The Hilt [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (10) 'Master of Blades' Laufeyson makes good on his threat promise. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Hostility. (w/c 3.3k)

The door to the blade depositary closed with a soft click beneath Loki’s palm. You let your eyes crawl over the exotic weaponry hanging on the walls as he stalked behind you.

Longswords, broadswords, axes, spears, rapiers; all exquisitely arranged to Steve’s meticulous wallchart. The expansive short-sword display was unsurprisingly, sparse. “Does any particular weapon draw your attention, Agent?” Loki’s deep voice rasped, sliding his hands purposefully over your hips.

You let your head roll back against his shoulder as he pulled you to him, feeling his arousal hard as marble against the curve of your ass. Loki’s fingers grazed over your mound, tracing lightly over your hood through the leggings. “Why do you insist on being so wilful, Agent?” he purred menacingly, pressing his fingers against the swollen bundle of nerves. “So inflammatory. Crossing swords with a god...” he tsk'd, dripping with condescension. You gasped as his fingers dragged upwards, pulling gently at your clit. “Your first offence...the red dress, I gave you the benefit of the doubt.” he sneered, ignoring your soft moans of pleasure. “Simple ignorance. Your subconscious attempt to rouse my jealousy without understanding the consequences of your actions, perhaps.” Loki inhaled deeply into your hair. “But this…” he growled on the exhale. His fingers fluttered beneath your t-shirt, hooking under the red lace of your g-string. “This is an act of defiance. A confrontation…” He pulled the fabric outward. “…an act of mischief.” Loki tutted, releasing the elasticated lace with a sharp thwack against your skin.

“Did you hope that by flaunting this feeble war-cry that you would set fire to my jealousy? Did you like it so much the first time?” he snorted, stepping backward. To your shame, you whimpered at the loss of his touch.

Loki chuckled thoughtfully, releasing a low hum as he ran his hands covetously down the curve of your waist. “You have unleashed something far more unpredictable than my jealousy, Agent...” he murmured darkly. "My admiration.” “Your admiration seems in high demand today.” you mustered, circling your hips against the protrusion. Loki’s hands froze, before one rose and unsheathed the sword from the holster tight on his back. The scrape of steel on leather made you shiver. “Ah, you heard my guest, then.” he said quietly, extending his arm in front of you. The Asgardian longsword threw glimmers in the low light. The blurred reflections of your shapes glinted in the blade, before he ran the flat diagonally across your breasts. Cool metal grazed your nipples as Loki let out an exaggerated moan in your ear. “What did you feel, Agent? Hearing me with another. Tell me.” “Nothing.” you gasped, raising your hand up over the blade to slide along the chiselled landscape of his cheekbone. “Liar.” he rumbled, his warm breath making arousal seep deeper into the lace. You tugged his hair in a fist. Hard.

“You feel more than you let on, Agent. The malice, the venom.” He moaned as his thick cock dragged against your lower back through his tight pants. “The supposed hatred that I make you feel as I do. Isn’t that right?” “I do...I fucking...hate you, Loki” you moaned, as his flattened fingers pressed upward against your sex. Instinctively your grip tightened around the clutch of his hair, pulling his face downward into the curve of your neck. He hummed thoughtfully, thrusting gently against your ass. “I know you do, darling.” he cooed, breath hitching as your free hand grasped against his hips. “Powerful...isn’t it?” In a flash Loki spun you, pulling you flush to his bare chest in a ravenous kiss. You heard the priceless sword clatter from his hand to the floor, realising that the god’s spandex top and leather holster had melted away. Only the fencing pants remained. Ropes of shoulder muscle shifted beneath the straps as his tongue filled your mouth, wet passion smothering you. Your fingernails scraped down his carved stomach, feeling the weight of his hands spread wide across your ass. You slid the straps over his shoulders, mapping every centimetre they edged down those solidly curved biceps. Pressing them to the skin, you felt the fabric tug against his fine forearm hair before letting them fall sluttishly around his hips. Loki’s flat stomach clenched as he thrust forward, the hardness imprisoned within the tight fencing pants straining. You tucked a finger inside the waistband, pulling it out before letting it snap back to his taut skin. “Tease.” Loki growled playfully, his eyes narrowing as you bit your lip. He groaned as your fingers skimmed the outline of his arousal like a magnet, a wordless beg that made your pussy gape. “Yesss…” he groaned gratefully as you sank slowly to your knees, letting your palms run greedily over the soft material bound to his thighs like a second skin. Fingers dug into the firm flesh, nudging him backwards. He backed into the display of daggers with a soft clang as you edged closer, the thin material of your leggings letting the burn of the carpet sink through. This is madness, you thought; as your face buried in his crotch, inhaling the deep, musky scent through the fabric which taunted you. Madness. “Doesn’t it make you f-feel alive?” Loki gasped, as your fingers toyed with the zip. All you could muster were shallow pants as the zip drew lower; from below his naval to the seat of his desire. He groaned again as your fingers wrapped around his manhood, salvation from its confinement. “I’ve taken the liberty of adding a minor…enchantment…to your body.” he smirked. It grew wider as you raised an eyebrow. “Patience.” he said coolly, silencing your question before it passed your lips. “Don’t you ever shut up?” you murmured against his finger, looking up at him coyly with his cock resting in your hand. He lowered his chin, the dark tendrils of hair loose from its ties falling around his jaw. Loki’s brow furrowed in anticipation as he watched your fingertips trace along the velvet skin. “Make me, Agent.” he smouldered, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Make me...behave.”

A renewed wave of adrenaline flooded your core. I’ll make you fucking behave, prick; you thought, the challenge rushing in rapids through your bloodstream. I’ll make you forget their name. You leant forward, fastening your lips around the thick, leaking tip of his godly cock. Another soft clang let you know that Loki’s head had fallen back against the weaponry. The corners of your mouth stretched in the painfully delicious way you remembered from the motel, his obscene manhood inching inside with every wave of your tongue. Loki’s natural scent clinging to his pubic hair made saliva well around his length. You hummed, letting it squeeze around every sliver of available space as you saw his fist clench and unclench by his side out the corner of your eye. You let your lips slide down his flesh, fully coated and ready to be devoured. With a final inhale through your nostrils, you let it glide to the back of your throat; pressing your lips together. “Slowly...take me..g-gods...a-all the way.” Loki moaned, fingers winding lightly in your hair. You pushed further, feeling the girth pulse against your tonsils. “To the h-hilt.” he choked, releasing a guttural grunt as you did just that. A tingling warmth flooded your mouth, easing down your throat. He hasn’t cum already, has he? The thought was fleeting, before another sensation hit. With every inch you drew slowly back along his length, the feeling lessened. You dove forward again, fingers digging deeper against his muscular hips. It rose again. Like your nipples being brushed teasingly through a cotton t-shirt. Like a wave of unstoppable pleasure growing slowly between your thighs while being stroked by a talented lover. Like being fucked. And like being fucked well. The enchantment, you realised in awe; thrusting your mouth forward onto his desperately hard cock with even more enthusiasm. The tip pressed against the wet back of your throat, making you whimper with the first sparks of orgasm. Every stroke of his perfect manhood inside your mouth was magic, a mysteriously new centre of pleasure making feral arousal slosh higher and higher in your belly. It’s not possible, you thought. Loki’s winding grip in your hair tightened as the indescribable feeling threatened to overwhelm you. He began to thrust lightly into your open mouth, the sway of his hips making you clench around air as you sucked him mercilessly. But with this asshole…you chided yourself, anything is possible. The thick veins of his cock pulsed on your tongue as you moaned; lips sealed tight. Every gasp of pleasure from the god above you made the mess between your legs thicker; arousal seeping into the gusset of your leggings. The back of your throat was sizzling bliss; each press of his tip making nirvana well within your desperate cunt. “Norns...m-more, Agent. Fuck me with that bratty mouth of yours.” he snarled, thighs trembling as you wrapped your fingers around the root of his girth. “F-fuck…” he gasped, a judder sending several daggers behind him bouncing to the floor.

I am going to cum from sucking his goddam dick, you realised with frightening intensity as you gripped tight to the open waistband of the fencing pants. You were gyrating against air, rocking yourself backwards and forwards along the endless column between his legs. Loki spread his feet wider to stifle a buckle, one hand flying to a shelf at the side. “I’m going to cum, Agent.” he warned formally between heavy breaths, a hand grasping messily around the handle of an axe askew on the wall. Another moan choked through the vacuum of your lips, pumping your hand at the base while you devoured him greedily. The shaft pressed deeper, saliva drooling down your chin as tears of pleasure pricked your eyes. A groan from your full mouth vibrated his cock, feeling his balls tighten. You were cumming, too. Loki’s fingers carded your hair before sliding down to your shoulder, rocking you through the final, aching strokes to his undoing. “Fuck. Yes.. oh… gods...Agen-” He exploded. A wave of hot liquid filled every crevice of your mouth, coating the back of your throat accompanied by one guttural roar from Loki above. The inexplicable orgasm rolling within you fell over the other side of crescendo, white noise bubbling in your eardrums. You spluttered as Loki’s silky cum welled at the entrance to your windpipe, struggling against the weight of your own bliss as you fought for breath. He pushed you back gently, concern etched on his sweat-moistened face. “You almost k-killed me.” you slurred, looking up as he broke out in a mischievous smile at your dishevelled state. A thick drip rolled down your chin.

“Death by semen inhalation. Oh dear…” he murmured, raising you to your feet. “Although it would certainly make for an interesting obituary.” Now that you could breathe, the taste of his seed flooded your senses. Vanilla, sweet...like liquid pudding blended with a sprinkling of salt. Loki’s thumb grazed your lips, bringing it immediately to his own. His cheekbones hollowed as he sucked it clean. “Is that a...god thing?” you said softly, not wanting to hasten the fade of his taste on your tongue. Loki chucked mirthlessly. “I can tell you for a fact that my brother’s arousal does not taste thus, if that is what you mean.” You frowned. “That wasn’t what I-” Loki’s hand cupped your jawline, titling it upwards as he moulded his lips possessively to yours. He worked you backwards, your knees hitting the solid rectangular seat in the centre of the room. The god pushed your shoulders down, setting you with a jolt on top of the sterile cushioning. “He eats too much of your Midgardian junk foods. It taints the source you see.” he muttered. That look was back. The one that flamed in his eyes as his sword grazed his brother’s throat. Loki’s fingers found the waistband of your leggings peeling them from your limbs in one graceful swipe. You gasped as he settled on his knees, spread thighs bulging against the white fabric of the fencing pants. He had tucked his enormous cock back within its holster, but it pressed fiercely against the flimsy cage. Biding its time.

“What Thor said...about your lovers-” you stammered, seeing deep lines appear in his forehead. “What did you whisper to him? In the fight when you-” “Know this.” Loki’s snapped, his hand flying to your throat and tracing his fingers firmly over the curve. He squeezed gently, letting his fingertips graze over your collarbone. His touch was electricity; jealous lust flooding through his skin to yours. You didn’t flinch, tilting your chin upwards. Loki’s eyes followed the exploration of your skin, before rising to meet your questioning stare. “If you ever lie with him, I will destroy you.” he said solemnly. “Is that a threat?” you coyed, squirming against the seat. He was insufferable. But man alive, he was one hot motherfucker. “Of course it is.” he hissed, before leaning forward and gripping the waistband of your red panties between his teeth with a growl. They pulled, the elastic cutting into your skin before breaking with a pathetic snap. Loki knelt back, the lace hanging between his jaws like a dog toy. With a grimace, he spat it to the floor. “It is only by the grace of your misguided discretion that your other lover still has the means to pleasure you.” he sneered coldly, observing the tattered fabric with suspicion before his malevolent gaze rose to yours. “But no matter. He will never satisfy you again by the time we are finished here.” Your breath hitched as his palms found the inside of your knees, spreading your legs. Loki bit a bruising suck into your inner thigh, his smouldering eyes fixed on your own. You whimpered, before he drew back, rubbing the mark he had left in his wake. “It is no business of yours what I whispered to my brother.” Loki murmured to himself, observing his work. “And no business of yours whom I fuck when it is not you, either.” “Loki wha-” Before the final syllables left your lips, one of the god’s palms snaked up your stomach and pushed you backwards. In a flash, his flattened tongue swiped through your soaking folds, collecting the sticky cum already gathered. “Oh god...Loki” you exhaled softly, feeling his muscle dip inside your dripping channel, swirling and caressing every nerve. You knew that he hadn’t been lying about his talents, but the sight of him kneeling before you; the delicately muffled moans leaking from his lips around your cunt...it was almost too much to bear. You threw your head back to stifle a moan, feeling the veins of your neck harden as he ate you out like a sexual demon. Sinfully rich groans of enthusiasm floated from between your thighs as you bucked into his open mouth, completely lost. You could feel yourself opening, every insecurity you had ever known melting in the enthusiasm of his furious adoration. Loki’s fingertips grasped at your stomach, massaging gently as the other arm steadied one shaking leg. “Don’t fight me.” he whispered wetly between your legs. “Moan for me, Agent. For only me.”

His mouth latched to your clit, sucking the hood as you grasped at the edge of the seat. Your hands were moist with sweat, sliding for purchase as the world began to blur. Loki raised his head, glistening arousal smeared across his cheeks and chin. He blew a strand of hair from his lips. “You may want to hold onto something a little more...robust” he purred with a smirk, as the familiar leather back holster appeared theatrically in a low glimmer of seidr, wrapping around his bare shoulders. The tight straps pressed against his shoulders, digging into the skin as he leant forward. Oh Jesus Christ, you thought as your jaw slackened, before he buried himself in your pussy once more. Your fingers wrapped tentatively around the thick straps, nails digging in to the deliciously firm leather. You pulled. Loki’s face pressed deeper into your slit, a groan of approval sounding against the wetness. He lapped rhythmically as you rocked into him, his hand sliding down your stomach to loop around the other shaking leg. “If you stop, I’ll fucking kill you.” you panted, feeling him chuckle against your desperate cunt. But something told you this time he wouldn’t. That this time was different. Loki’s soft tongue dipped inside, licking his lips before placing another wide trail up the centre of your desire. You had been plateauing for what felt like hours, climax blossoming and ebbing with every passionate swipe. Strands of hair fell around his cheekbones as he consumed you, wet slurps bass against the high pitch of your needy whimpers. You raised your knees, tilting your pelvis up as you pulled the leather harness further down. Loki grunted against your pussy, pushing your knees back as he pleasured you deeper. “F-fuck, Loki...please...I’m c-close-” The god let out a guttural growl, sucking your slick folds between his teeth. You thrust against him as his messy licks ravenously devastated every pocket of pleasure between your open thighs. You craned upwards, nails digging deeper into the leather. The view would be your final undoing. More of Loki’s hair fell around his jaw, hanging loose as his mouth covered your sex like he would never have enough. His eyes were closed, the thick curves of shoulder muscle rolling as he became lost in your pleasure as if it were his own. You watched his cheekbones hollow; lips suckling at your clit before you fell over the edge with a wail of his name. Instinctively you pulled the leather holster further, feeling his tongue slide inside your liquid channel as he pulled every last whimper from your spent, shuddering body. Seconds passed in silence, the only sound in the air your slow, staggered breaths. “Are you humbled enough to admit it now?” he goaded knowingly, resting back on his knees. Your hands fell from the leather holster clinging to his bare shoulders. “Uh…that was uh...it was-what?” you stammered, catching your breath. There were stars sizzling behind your eyelids. For at least another few moments, you wanted to avoid his sanctimonious smugness. Just another few-

“That I’m the best.” he snipped. You jumped as something soft landed on your belly. You looked at him vacantly, before Loki threw his hands in the air. “Get dressed.” he snapped. “What about the swords? We...we need to put them back.” you panted, shuffling up on your elbows. “They are back.” Loki drawled, nodding casually to a large trunk in the corner that was definitely not on Steve’s wallchart. You looked from the trunk back to Loki, running your eyes over his bare chest shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. Your cum glistened on his lips, his chin, his cheeks. “If you’re a very good girl, and manage to hold that smart tongue of yours...perhaps you’ll earn more after the mission tonight.” Loki’s keen gaze followed your own, meeting it with a frown as you lay dazed on the bench. You groaned, eyes squeezing shut as reality came crashing home. “Or perhaps you have other plans? Surely you are not so cock-drunk for me that you forgot about the mission.” Loki sneered, a flicker of jealousy skating over his otherwise placid features. The spandex top suddenly manifested back onto his lithe frame like dripping tar, the leather holster melting to nothing. He smoothed his hair back, collecting the damp curls which had fallen in a swirl of magic as it became perfectly placed once again. The tight trousers creased around his thighs; the heaviness of his relentlessly hard cock outlined against the white fabric. “Are you never satisfied?” you huffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes while you tried not to let out a whimper. You wanted more. Always more. And it was torture. He was torture. Loki slid the straps of the fencing pants in place over his shoulders with a chuckle before stalking across the floor. He leant over your sprawled body, placing his hands on the seat to either side. His firm biceps bulged against the spandex as he lowered, tongue pressing inside your mouth in a passionate kiss. He’s never done that before, you thought; as you melted into his unexpected touch. Not after. Loki withdrew, rubbing his smooth cheek against yours. Your skin tingled, the graze of a secret smile pressing against your jaw from his lips. His warm breath caressed your ear, the scent of your cum thick on his breath as he spoke. “Never.” he purred slowly. You shivered, feeling his power seep through the sliver of air between you. “Now do what Daddy tells you, Agent...and get dressed.”

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