#loki man. loki man. does whatever a loki can
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sciderman · 1 year ago
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What does Loki even do in your universe?
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nostalgia-tblr · 1 year ago
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For anyone keeping track (no one), I have started watching the first Avengers film (MCU not the 60s TV show) but only while eating lunch so it's gonna take a while. So far Nick Fury has been assembling the Avengers (the film was initially released in the UK as Avengers Assemble - because of that 60s TV show - but it's not called that on D+ so I'm calling it what the Americans called it, just FYI) even though there's not yet anything for them to avenge as That Suit Guy (j/k I know his name too!!) isn't dead yet, and now they're on THE FUCKING VALIANT FROM DR WHO and I assume we're gonna continue assembling for a while as they're not all there yet.
MEANWHILE Loki (who is neither an alligator nor a woman in this???) is in a SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR with a bunch of his stans who are... idk something technobabble that involves irridium and anti-protons. He is there looking for the tesseract on behalf of ???? who I know will be revealed 47 films from now as... no, wait, it wasn't, was it? That was just announced on a website or something? So it could be LITERALLY ANYONE. The Avengers (in-progress) also seem to be after that thing, but I have already forgotten why everyone is wanting it, assuming it was mentioned (it probably was).
Thor hasn't shown up yet, but Arrows Hawkeye is working as a Loki Stan and there's Steve Rogers and THE HULK and The Only Woman One, whose power is that she's a Cold War assassin (??) and I think this one is the film where she gets called a cunt (!) and honestly I am not sure which of the men she's getting officially shipped with, I think Arrows Hawkeye though? Fairly sure, as the alternative is that a man and a woman like each other as people but not in a lusty way, which would never happen obviously. (Hey I may ship mostly het* pairings but I don't always like it!)
Based on the Valiant (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!) I am guessing that the film ends with Loki dying in Thor's arms romantically but then I remembered that I know it can't because one of Loki got kidnapped from... either the end of this film or the start of the next one or POSSIBLY just from a later film's time-travel bit (???) but like... maybe they've edited this film secretly and I was right after all? But nobody else has watched it on Disney + recently so nobody knows yet? IT COULD HAPPEN.
Not sure what to make of this film so far, a lot's been going on yet also not much has been going on, and the one I like best so far (Suit Guy) is gonna die (NOT EVEN IN THOR'S ARMS ROMANTICALLY) and god Iron Man really hasn't aged well now that we have that one tech billionaire being a twat in public all the time to remind us what such people tend to be like. WHERE IS THOR????
*I say het but everyone in everything is bisexual, I know this because I thought of it and announced it on tumblr and will now say "I don't make the rules" to make it an objective FACT. I don't make the rules!!!
#the avengers (mcu edition not the 60s one)#(though if u close one eye and tilt ur head the black widow looks a wee bit like emma peel maybe?)#i like to think the lair of loki stans exists after this to post angrily on social media about how actually he did nothing wrong etc etc#let me know if loki's just working from a subway station that's still in use in this that'd be hilarious he'd be so annoyed by it all#torn on the tortured-by-thanos issue so far he does look messy but he might just have the flu and didn't want to back out#a lot of people are depending on him to jumpstart a movie superhero franchise he can't just take the day off can he#if loki took care of himself thor would be LITERALLY UNEMPLOYED how could he? how could YOU?#(the 'god of thunder' thing isn't a job he doesn't get paid for it so it's just a hobby)#(he doesn't even monetise that hobby! you think iron man would give you storms for free? EXACTLY. he'd have a patreon AT LEAST)#(“if you enjoyed this torrential rain pls tip me on ko-fi which is not pronounced like you think it is because it's a really BAD pun”)#and whatever the fuck my loki character tag was#like i said i really do need to categorise my lokis more it's been bothering me for a while#reminder: i am here because they cast a woman in a previously-male role and SHE'S NOT EVEN IN THIS FILM. OR ANY OF THEM. D:#don't think the alligator's gonna turn up here either :( :( :(#otherwise it's just kind of fascinating what this film assumes i do and don't know about these characters#nick fury's a goth right?#mcu tag
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ichorai · 9 months ago
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letters of loki ; david loki (m).
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pairing ; david loki x reader (afab, gender-neutral pronouns)
synopsis ; nsfw alphabet + micro-drabbles for each letter.
words ; 4.0k
themes ; smut, fluff, barely-there angst, established relationship
warnings / includes ; mentions of scars, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, oral sex, light roleplay, 'honey' as a pet name, david being exhausted </3
a/n ; been in a terrible fic-writing slump so i tried out the nsfw alphabet format for the first time! hope you all enjoy :)
main masterlist.
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A — AFTERCARE
Definitely the kind to hold you close after the act, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder. David’s mostly silent, but would gladly listen and hum along if you wanted to start up any kind of pillowtalk. He just likes hearing the sound of your voice. Eventually, however, he’d get up to take a shower (he’s a creature of habit, after all), and bring you anything you needed, like a glass of water or a damp towel. 
“Your hair’s wet,” you mumbled in complaint when he slipped back under the covers after his brief shower. His cold hands slipped beneath the wrinkled button-up shirt you were wearing (his, he realized a second later), and you made a disgruntled noise.
“Sorry, honey,” he replied with a soft huff of a laugh, but made no move to shift away. Instead, he pressed closer, kissing a warm spot just above your ear.
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B — BODY PART
David’s favorite body part of yours would definitely be your hips. Or your eyes. Or your thighs. If you were to ask him, he’d give you a different answer every single time. There’s so much he loves about you, he can hardly pick just one. Though, he really does have a particular fondness for holding onto your hips, even in a non-sexual manner. He also loves any and all of your moles, scars, or birthmarks. Would press kisses against them because he finds them so beautiful in their uniqueness, and it makes him feel close to you. He thinks tattoos are hot as fuck on you too—especially the small ones in the most random places. 
Your favorite body part on him would be his hands. He found it strange at first, how your fingers always found his, how you’d spend hours in bed simply staring at his knuckle tattoos, tracing over every inked etch and every bruise, scar, and callous. It didn’t come much of a surprise to him when he found that you liked the sight of his hand pressing down on your lower stomach as he fucked into you. It got you going—and whatever gets you going, gets him going, too. 
The movie the two of you had put on was entirely forgotten. He was on the ground, knelt down in front of you, tongue tracing utter sin along your soaked cunt. And his hands—oh, his hands—one was gripping on your right thigh with iron-strength, forcing you apart to make space for his insatiable self pressing against you. The other hand was intertwined with your left palm, squeezing every once in a while, as if in reassurance. How sweet of him to hold your hand while he utterly destroyed you.
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C — CUM
He’s a classic man—he likes to cum inside of you the most, but wouldn’t mind seeing it all over your tummy or over the inside of your thighs. If he was to make a mess, he would immediately clean it up with a damp towel after, asking if you were okay. 
“Gonna cum inside you—that okay, honey?” he grunted right by your ear, one hand splayed over your stomach, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, and the other gripping your hip tightly.
“Yes—yes, please, David,” you moaned, breath catching at his name as you moved to lay your hands over his so you could squeeze them earnestly. “Need you to fill me up.”
Just the sound of your voice was enough to push him over the edge. He pistoned his hips against yours a few more times until he doubled over with a gruff noise, hot cum filling your throbbing pussy until it leaked out around his still semi-hard cock.
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D — DIRTY SECRET
There’s a set of handcuffs in the bedside drawer just for emergencies. But David’s always wanted to ask if you’d be willing to try it out in bed. He’s not even entirely sure if he would enjoy that, since he prefers to keep his work separate from home, but the thought of you trusting him enough to keep you bound to the bed wasn’t exactly unappealing.
David could only imagine how beautiful you’d look with your wrists up above your head, cuffed to the headboard as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. How the metal would look like against your skin as you tugged and begged for him to let you touch him—
“David?” you asked with a mildly curious tone, jolting him out of his thoughts. His head turned to you, in your soft pajamas, having just brushed your teeth and washed your face. You were about to slip into bed. “You okay? What are you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing, hon. Let’s go to sleep.”
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E — EXPERIENCE
He knows what he’s doing, but he hasn’t been with a lot of people before you. Two or three one-night stands, and maybe one barely-there relationship that didn’t last very long. Before you came along, he hardly had enough time to sleep, much less concern himself with having flings. Once he met you, he was much more determined to reorganize himself so he could make time for you. 
The diner was buzzing with activity that night. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake, telling him about how you’d love to see a jaguar in person one day. He was smiling, thinking about how beautiful you were, even beneath the harsh lighting of the diner. And then—then it was all spoiled, because he caught sight of his ex in another booth. It hadn’t ended well—she left in a fit of anger and tears, frustrated that David hardly ever made time for her anymore. 
Almost immediately, you noticed his change of demeanor, and reached over the table to take his hand. His tense muscles relaxed just a bit. Something you always managed to do with very little effort—it was an uncanny talent of yours. 
“You wanna get out of here?” you offered. If you noticed his ex, you didn’t say anything. For that, he was grateful. “We can watch a movie at home.”
“That sounds great, actually.”
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F — FAVORITE POSITION
Loki’s got a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. Don’t get him wrong, he loves missionary and doggy too, but there’s just something about reverse cowgirl that itches him in just the right way. He likes reaching over to press down on your stomach from behind while he pounds into you, and he also likes how it’s easy access to your clit. Plus, you really enjoy hearing the gruff noises he makes right by your ear, so you’re not at all complaining. 
“David!” you cried out, voice strained with ecstasy. 
“I hear you, baby. Moan for me,” he muttered from behind you, sweaty chest pressed flush against your back. David glanced down and gave a guttural noise upon seeing a creamy ring of your combined arousals at the base of his cock. Another erotic sigh fell from you when he reached down to rub circles over your clit, making you keen with shocked arousal.
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G — GOOFY
Very rarely would sex with David be light-hearted or humorous. The two of you are usually far too caught up in a pleasure-ridden haze. But if you happened to start laughing or smiling, he’d give you a loving half-grin before making it his mission to get you back into a moaning mess.
“That tickles,” you half-laughed when he skimmed his fingers up your sides, smiling up at him. He only barely made a humming noise before he thrust back into you—and the grin melted right off your face.
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H — HAIR
He takes good care of his hygiene. Granted, he’s usually preoccupied with work to spend too much time grooming himself, but he keeps things clean down there. He also knows you’re a big fan of his slicked-back hair, so he does take the time to make himself look presentable in the morning. You’d also told him once while he was shaving that you liked how he looked with a beard—he’d really have to consider growing it out for you.
“I like how it looks,” you told him one morning before he had the chance to shave. “Your stubble. I think you’d look so hot with a beard.”
“You think so?”
“You should try it. That caveman look. It’ll suit you.”
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I — INTIMACY
David can be incredibly romantic when he wants to be. Flowers and your favorite takeout are things he’d grab for you on the way back from work. He’s a detective—he studies you, observes all your likes and interests, and he’s a very fast learner to top it off. Kisses during sex are also not uncommon, and he would definitely press his lips along your neck or on your cheek, whether he’s on top or behind you. And, as mentioned before, he does hold your hand a lot. When he’s feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d murmur how good you are for him in your ear. 
“You feel so good, honey. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned, firm arms curled around your waist as he bucked his hips into you. At his praise, you arched your back so you’d press further into him, a breathless keen falling from your lips. 
“Yeah?” David asked in smug approval. “You like that? You like being good for me, hm?”
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J — JACK OFF
He rarely ever masturbates, because he’s got you around. And because he’s working so much. He feels as if it’s a waste of time if it’s not with you. But on the rare occasion you were out of town for longer than usual, he’d give into the temptation in the shower just once, imagining his wet fist was your warm cunt.
He missed you more than anything. All he could think about was you and your smile, your laugh, your beautiful hips and legs and thighs—
Fuck, even the cold shower he was standing under wasn’t helping his hard-on go away. With a muffled noise of frustration, David switched the water over to scalding hot, and curled a sopping hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned his forehead against the condensated tiles and closed his eyes, thinking about you and your delicious fucking moans. 
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K — KINK
Mentioned before, but handcuffs! He likes that you trust him enough to be at his mercy, and he also thinks you look incredibly hot tied up. Another would be when you tell him what you want him to do to you—that gets him going so good. David also loves when you tug at his hair right at the root—makes his eyes roll right to the back of his head. He also really doesn’t mind when you scratch your nails down his back. Seeing the red marks afterwards feels like an award more than anything. 
It surprised him just how good it felt when your nails lightly scratched at his scalp. He peered up at you from his position (between your gorgeous thighs), tongue dragging torturously over your sensitive clit. It surprised him even more when you took fistfuls of his hair and tugged with just the right amount of pressure. He made a noise of approval right against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch so that your cunt pressed up closer to his face. 
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L — LOCATION
In bed is his go-to, since the two of you would usually have sex super late at night or really early in the morning. The couch in your living room is also home to lots of impromptu sex, mostly during the weekends. The kitchen counter and the dining table aren’t exempt, either.
The stir-fry you were cooking up crackled and popped in the pan, just about ready. From behind, David’s arms wove around your waist, his nose running along the curvature of your neck. It was only when you felt his stiff hardness against your back did you halt your ministrations.
“Here?” you asked with a sweet smile, turning your head to the side so you could see his sheepish expression. 
“Here’s good,” he replied, before turning the stove off for you and crowding you up against the kitchen counter.
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M — MOTIVATION
Your voice gets him worked up the most. Especially when you make it go all low and you whisper right into his ear—he gets hard just from the thought of it. You could be talking about the most asinine topics, and he’s looking at you like you’re already begging him to fuck you. Whenever you wear his clothes, too—preferably with nothing underneath—it just makes you all the more irresistible to him. 
It was rare for the both of you to wake up lazy, with no plans for the rest of the day. But today—today was a miraculous weekend where both of your off-days lined up. And so that only meant you got to lounge around wearing David’s shirt, whispering pure filth into his ear so he’d push you up against the closest surface and fuck you with no abandon. It was simply heaven.
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N — NO
Anything that could potentially really hurt you. He’s alright with a little bit of spanking here and there, but slapping you across the face is a hard no from him. He already sees quite a bit of abuse and violence at work, the last thing he’d want to do is replicate that with you. David can call you dirty names if you’d like, too, but he’s not very keen on being on the receiving end of it. Reminds him of his military school days. And, if it wasn’t obvious, none of the typical “gross” kinks, like piss and shit. He’s not into that at all. 
“Before we do this,” David started, trying his best to quell his racing heart, despite the fact that he’s slept with you three times prior to this. It was all still so new to him. “I just wanted to make sure—you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable, right? Or if I hurt you in any way, okay? I need to know if you’re not… enjoying it.”
“Okay, David,” you said with a serious nod, wrapping your legs about his waist. “I promise I’ll let you know.”
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O — ORAL
Loves giving and receiving equally. On days where he’s come from work utterly exhausted and too tired to fuck you, he’d have you hanging right by the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling on the ground, licking lazy patterns up and down your aching core. Eating you out also makes for brilliant foreplay—David likes to tease it out, and he especially likes the way you tug at his hair and groan out his name. As for receiving, he loves to pull your hair just as much, low moans of appreciation falling from his lips.
It was heaven between your legs, he thought, brows knitting together as he hiked your thighs up higher on his shoulders so he could properly bury his face into you sopping pussy. The noises you were making were going straight to his cock, which ached within the confines of his trousers. Even when you’d come twice from his tongue, David just kept going, humming in amusement when you began to whine with overstimulation.
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P — PACE
It really depends on the day. Sometimes he wants to burn off some steam and frustration—goes all rough and quick until both of you are seeing stars. Other days he takes it slow, drawing it out to savor it as long as he can, drenching the sheets with both sweat and cum. 
“David—David, honey,” you cried out into the mattress, fists curling against the sheets. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of you, so fucking deep. “Please, please, go faster.”
He let out a guttural noise when you tightened around him. “No, no, honey… I’m taking my time with you today. Wanna make you feel every inch of me.”
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Q — QUICKIE
Much to his chagrin, the weekdays usually leave him no other choice than a quickie. He’d certainly prefer it if he had the option to take his time with you, but David makes the most out of it regardless. You certainly don’t seem to mind—though, you’ve convinced him to come in late to work a handful of times.
“I’m gonna be late for work,” David grunted right into your mouth as he pounded into you. The squelching sound of his cock hammering into your throbbing cunt was enough to leave his cheeks warm and flushed. “It’ll be all your fault, honey.”
You clutched onto his shoulders, your forehead drooping down onto his cheek, far too delirious to come up with a coherent response.
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R — RISK
He’d be more than willing to try out new things with you. He’s especially a big fan of when you come to him proposing a new position to try out. However, David isn’t likely to try out anything new on his own, so it’s all up to you. He’s just happy to do whatever you want to do.
“Hey, David?”
Your boyfriend glanced up from the paper he was reading, brows quirked.
“Well, uhm,” you wrung your hands together, with a sheepish expression, “I was wondering if we could… try something out in bed tonight.”
David blinked once, twice, and a third time. He put the paper down. “Of course, hon,” he said, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, “We can do whatever you want.”
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S — STAMINA
Usually only one or two rounds since he’s already so worn out from his job but you can easily work him up into a third round if you really wanted to. The rounds can last pretty long, though—he’s good at pacing himself and also makes sure that you’re feeling good, too.
“Again?” he panted with a tired grin when you rolled him over so you could clamber onto his lap, grinding your slickened cunt against his spent cock. 
“Mhm,” you replied, nodding. Your hair was a complete mess—David took pride in being the reason you looked so sexily disheveled. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just—lay there and let me take care of you.”
“Can’t argue with that.” David’s muttered words tapered off into a low groan when you sank down onto him.
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T — TOY
He wouldn’t own any toys of his own but if you owned a vibrator he’d definitely tease you with it during foreplay. Not at all the kind to be insecure about you using toys—in fact, he’s glad you have a way to feel good on your own whenever he’s not around to take care of you. Independence is incredibly sexy to him, after all.
The gentle buzz of the vibrator against your clit made you buck your hips up, to which David only let out an amused hum of laughter. One of his hands pressed down on the expanse of your stomach to keep you pinned down onto the bed.
“Stop squirming around, honey,” he muttered, teeth nipping at the inside of your thigh. “Relax—let me make you feel good.”
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U — UNFAIR
David can be a huge tease if he wanted to be—he knows the exact buttons to press to work you up until you’re right there, but he’d pull away just before you could cum. Would have a wide, smug grin on his face, but he’s quick to cave once you start moaning out his name.
“Why’d you stop?” you huffed, breathless, propping yourself halfway-up with your elbows so you could look down at him. The lower half of his face was covered with your arousal. 
“Hm?” The faux noise of confusion aggravated you to no return. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shot you a cocky smile, before kissing up your stomach.
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V — VOLUME
He’s not very loud, mostly quiet grunts and the occasional murmur against your skin. He’d much rather hear you—he loves it when you cry out for him, and tell him how good he feels against you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he plowed into you—you could feel the vibrations of his breathless groans and choked grunts. With a particularly hard thrust, your pussy walls shuddered and clenched around him, the lewd cry you let out enough to etch a permanent blush over David’s cheeks.
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W — WILD CARD
Roleplay wouldn’t even be something he thinks of doing but if you brought it up, he’d find it so incredibly hot if he pretended he was arresting you before bending you over a table and fucking you senseless.
“You gonna punish me, detective?” you asked with a coy smile, hand trailing down his chest, toying with the buckles of his belt.
David blinked at you—trying his best not to break character. With firm hands, he yanked your fingers away from his belt and twisted your arm around over your back, crowding you against the table. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.” 
It took all it had in him not to laugh when you let out an aroused moan. 
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X — X-RAY
Size really doesn’t matter because he knows how to pleasure you regardless, but he’s definitely quite girthy. The first few times he had sex with you, he’d take it slow because he really didn’t want to hurt you and he was stretching you out so good.
“You’re so big,” you whispered as he carefully eased you onto his cock, hands gripping your hips tight. “Was worried you wouldn’t fit when we first had sex.”
David let out something akin to a hiss and a groan, his forehead leaning against yours. 
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Y — YEARNING
David’s sex drive isn’t all that high. It was mentioned before that you could work him up most of the time if you wanted to but unprompted, David would be just fine with having sex around once a week, especially since the two of you are so busy with work and quite tired when off it.
“We haven’t had sex in a while,” he whispered as he clambered into bed.
You muffled a yawn behind a fist. “Do you want to now?”
David rubbed at the corner of his eye, also fighting back a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”
“Me too.” The two of you laid down beneath the comforter, curling into your favorite positions like magnets snapping together. “In the morning, then?”
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, planting a chaste kiss on your shoulder and watching your eyelids slide shut.
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Z — ZZZ
Sleep is hard to come by for David, so he’s usually up for a while after sex. Just holding you, listening to you breathe, his nose pressed against your shoulder. He likes watching you sleep—not in a weird, creepy way, obviously, but he just likes how peaceful and restful you look. He finds that he sleeps much better with you around. Still doesn’t get enough hours, but it’s much more restful compared to his nights without you.
You collapsed into the mattress face-first with a satisfied noise, which was muffled into your pillow. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, but neither of you had the energy to go wash up before bed. David’s eyes darted down to your legs, suppressing a grin when he saw his spend smeared between your thighs. 
“You’re too good, David,” you muttered, having turned your face away from the pillow, shooting him a lazy, blissed-out smile. 
Funny, he thought you were too good for him. His arms curled around you. “G’night, hon.”
“Night, David.”
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 13 days ago
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A Touch of Sweetness 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson
Sister series to mob!Thor
Summary: you make a new friend, but that's not all. (short reader)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
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“So I thought we could go berry picking,” you suggest. “I saw it on the news. They’re going to be having a whole strawberry fest on this farm--” 
Estelle, Candy, and Jada sit at the table with you, sipping their fancy lattes as you nurse a hot chocolate. Caffeine always makes you so jumpy. Still, you could’ve got a tea and felt a little less childish. They always tend to make you feel a bit simple. Especially your sister, Jada. 
“Oh, look who just walked in,” Estelle raises her filled in brows. 
Candy cranes next to you and turns back with a gasp. You peer over your shoulder and see the large blond man as he joins the queue, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets casually. You squint as the person in front of him peeks back and moves frantically out of his way. You’re curious as the line scatters before him and he steps up to the counter without wait. 
You face the table again as the girls gape, “about the berries...” you begin. 
“Oh be quiet. You’re always talking about such stupid things,” Jada says. “What do you think he’s doing here?” 
“Well, he can go wherever he wants, can’t he?” Estelle intones. 
You don’t get the big deal. That man is huge, sure, but why are they so concerned. 
“It’s not stupid,” you argue. “We can bake after--” 
“Oh my god, grow up,” Candy barks. “Look at him...” 
You harrumph. You were nice enough to buy their drinks and once again, you’re pushed into the corner. You’re a nice person but they make you have un-nice thoughts. 
“Who cares?” You pout. 
“Whatever. Don’t be a baby because no one wants to go to a farm and get attacked by bees,” Jada snips. 
“Fine, I’ll go alone,” you stand and gather up your bag and cup. 
“Please, do.” Your sister chirps. 
“Ha, you are always so dramatic,” Candy cackles. 
You feel like crying. They’re always laughing at you. You tell your parents as much but they just come back with the same old excuse. ‘She’s your sister.’ 
Yes, well you’re an adult and so is Jada and she doesn’t need to be such a bully. You go up to the counter to hand over your used mug to the barista. 
“Thank you, it was very good,” you say. “Is it real cocoa?” 
“Um, I think so,” the girl behind the counter says. “Have a good day.” 
“You too,” you smile. Well, you don’t feel so bad now. 
You turn and head for the door. As you get there, that big blond man does too. He’s right ahead of you. And aware of you. He pulls the door inward and nods you outside. He has a bright pink box under his arm with the cafe’s logo on it. 
“Oh, thank you,” you duck your head and scurry out, sending one last look to your sister and her friends as they squint back at you. No, not at you, at that man. 
As you step outside, so does he. 
“Excuse me,” he calls after you before you can flee back home to mope. 
“Yes,” you stop and spin back so your ankles twist. 
“I suppose it’s not my place but I overheard you talking about berry picking? It sounds like a fun time and my... partner, she’s in need of distraction. Would you be able to tell me exactly where I can find this farm?” He asks. 
You’re shocked. He must have very good hearing. Or maybe you really are dramatic. 
You smile. His voice is deep and warm. Cozy, just like his beard. 
“Yes, it’s called Ulster’s Ridge,” you explain. “I’m not sure where exactly, I haven’t looked it up, but it’s all next week.” 
“Mm,” he nods thoughtfully. “It seems you don’t have anyone to go with.” 
“You... heard all that?” You look away bashfully. 
“Not very nice. Those are friends?” He wonders. 
“My sister. They’re her friends. Not mine, I guess,” you bat your lashes at the admittance stings in your eyes. “I’ll go by myself.” 
“That’s brave but if it isn’t too forward, my partner, she could use a friend. I’m not sure she’d like to be stuck with only me much longer.” He laughs lightly, “I’m afraid I can be a bit much myself.” 
“Oh, I... if she doesn’t mind, I guess,” you say. “I wouldn’t want to crash a date.” 
“Not at all,” he insists. “Might I have a name to give her? I don’t think she’d handle a ‘I met a strange woman today and chatted her up’ without more detail.” 
You giggle. He’s funny. “Sure,” you give your name. 
“Ah, lovely,” he praises. “My name is Thor. Odinson.” 
“It’s nice to meet--” you raise your hand and pause as the name strikes a familiar chord. Oh. Thor. When you pictured the infamous mafioso, you didn’t imagine a teddy bear of a man. 
“I see my reputation precedes me,” he grins and shakes your hand, his large one swallowing it up. “I promise, I’m not so vicious as they say I am. And how could anyone be so to a sweetheart like you?” 
“I... thanks, sir,” you say. 
“Thor, please. Only my men call me sir,” he squeezes and lets go of your hand. “I will see you for berry picking.” He takes his phone out. “I only need your number and I will have my lady choose a date.” 
“Oh, sure,” you accept his cell with a slight tremble. 
You bow your head as you focus on entering your number. You sense movement nearby and turn your head to the cafe window. You only realise then you’re standing right in front of your sister’s table. 
You sniff and hand the phone back with a smile, “thanks. I can’t wait.” 
“I look forward to it,” he says. He gets closer and leans in, “I know family can be tough. Don’t let your sister dull your shine, sweetness.” He winks and sidesteps you, “I hope your day gets brighter, little one.” 
“You too, Mr. Odinson,” you call after him and wave. 
“Thor,” he booms back over his shoulder as he struts away. 
You turn to look at your sister. Her and the others look gobsmacked. You smile wide and drop your hand. You don’t need them. More berries for you and your new friend. Whoever she is. 
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mysecretlittlelibrary · 9 months ago
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The Words Hung Above But Never Would Form
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: let's see fingering, handjobs, riding, marking/Loki with a pain kink- unprotected sex (wrap it or don’t tap it) I think that's it idk
Genre: smut, fluff
Summary: You thought you and Loki wouldn't be more than a casual thing, but there's a reason they say never say never
I couldn't Utter my love when it counted // Ah but I'm singing like a bird to ya now ~ Shrike by Hozier
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Your relationship with Loki isn't complicated. You call and he comes and- then you cum, all night, usually. It's a simple arrangement, because Loki's incredible in bed, and it's easier than anything you would've asked for from him. You'll admit there was a time you wanted more, but- never mind, there's no need to dwell on that. What you have now is good. It works. The knock on your door comes at exactly 9 o'clock p.m. It's funny, Loki's commitment to punctuality, even for something as low stakes as breaking your back a few times a week. You smile to yourself as you cross your apartment to open the door.
"Hello darling." Loki smirks, his eyes gliding over you.
"Hi Loki, how've you been?" You ask stepping aside to let him into your apartment.
"Busy. I don't know why I thought joining those ridiculous Avengers would be tolerable." Loki rolls his eyes as he drops onto your couch.
"Because it was that or being an intergalactic war criminal?" You remind him, climbing into his lap.
"I'm starting to think I'd be better off never being allowed to return to Midgard." He scoffs and you giggle.
"Oh relax, they can't be that bad, you guys save the world or whatever." You run your fingers through his hair and shower him with quick kisses against his lips.
"You can say that, you've never had to work with them." He mutters between your kisses.
"You're such a baby." You laugh.
"Shut up." He frowns.
"I will if you kiss me." You smirk.
"You-" Loki stops himself as if he didn't quite process your request right away. His hand comes around the back of your neck and he pulls you down for a proper kiss. You moan and Loki uses the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips. He explores your mouth as he always does, the feeling so familiar yet still as thrilling as the first. It doesn't take long for his mouth to part from yours, traveling down your throat. He nips and sucks at the exposed skin as nimble fingers undo the buttons on your shirt. One of Loki's hands settles against your back as he lowers his head to take an achy nipple between his lips—your back arches against his mouth as he teases the bud with his tongue and teeth. You hardly realize your hips grinding against him until he growls lowly at the friction. Loki's other hand slides across your waist to dip beneath your shorts. Two digits plunge into your already dripping center and his thumb lightly strokes your clit, reveling in the breathy moans coming from you at his hands. He toys with your body like an instrument he's played all his life, a smirk plastered on his face as you grind against his fingers desperately. Quickly, frantically, you undo his pants, pulling his erection out and stroking him.
Loki momentarily loses his rhythm when you touch him and you take advantage of the moment's reprieve to shimmy out of your shorts. It's a bit awkward to do with his dick in your hand admittedly but you manage- although Loki makes it no easier, staring at you as he sucks his fingers clean of your juices. Distracting man. Freed from the barrier of clothing between you, you line him up with your entrance and sink down with a satisfied hum while Loki tosses his head back with a groan. You ride him eagerly, relishing in the drag of him against your walls, the feel of his hands squeezing your hips, the quiet cacophony of grunts and moans leaving his lips. You pull his shirt over his head exposing his pale, sculpted chest to your gaze, but more importantly your hands. He never says anything about it but you know for a fact Loki always cums harder when you mark his skin with evidence of your little trysts. You drag your nails along his body, harsh enough to see the red trails left in your wake, and hear the way Loki's breathing changes at the action. 
Loki, just as in tune with your body as you are with his, watches for the moment signs of an impending orgasm start to reveal themselves before his hand slips between you two, fingers finding your clit again. Your hips stutter for a moment at the stimulation but you only ride him harder as he rubs your bundle of nerves. Loki can feel the moment you tighten against him and with his free hand, he takes over rocking your hips against his as the waves of your orgasm make it impossible to keep pace. He allows you to ride it out before he flips you on your back rutting into you, chasing his own orgasm. When his muscles tense up and his grip on your hips tightens you drag your nails down his back, the groan he releases deep and long as he spills into you. You bask in the afters of your orgasms for several minutes before eventually, you tap his shoulder needing to get up.
"Well this has been fun, as always." You say stretching as he sits up.
"Kicking me out already darling?" He smirks.
"No, you're welcome to hang around but I have to shower." You shrug standing.
"Shall I join you?"
"If you do that I'll need a shower from the shower." You kiss him quickly.
"Seems fine to me."
"Of course it does." You roll your eyes. "Oh I have a date on Saturday so I'll have to let you know if you're still coming over that night." You tell him while you remember.
"A date?" He blinks at you.
"Yes, a date."
"With who?"
"Just a guy I met at a coffee shop." You shrug.
"You never mentioned a guy at a coffee shop." Loki tries to keep his tone light though he's not sure how successful he is.
"I'm mentioning him now. No biggie. Anyway, if you're sticking around I made stir fry- help yourself."
"I'd love to but I actually have something to do at the tower so I have to head back but enjoy your evening, have fun on your date, and maybe see you Saturday." Loki is quick to tug his shirt back over his head and tuck himself into his pants.
"Alright have a good-" Loki's out the door before you can finish your sentence, "night?" You frown to yourself for a moment but don't let yourself dwell on it. He said he had something to do, maybe it was important. No need to assume anything more.
The next few days you're pretty giddy thinking about your date on Saturday with the cute guy from the coffee shop. By the time Saturday rolls around and you're meeting up with Marcus you've barely managed to get your excitement under control. The date is as fun as you could've hoped, you go to a  jazz bar and spend the night giggling over drinks and food while lovely music acts as a soundtrack for your evening. You're even humming to yourself as you walk home from how much you enjoyed the evening.
Back in your apartment you take a shower and get ready for bed with a smile still on your face. Marcus has already suggested going on another date and you're not exactly against the idea of seeing him again. 
It's the next morning, when you're making breakfast that the calm before the storm ends. Your back is turned so you don't notice Loki appear in your apartment until he speaks.
"You know normally I wouldn't care if you left me hanging- but seeing as you went out with a stranger it would've been nice to know if you were alive." Loki's voice makes you jump and almost throw your spatula.
"Christ- Loki we've talked about that. Don't appear in my apartment without warning!" You scold him with an eye roll.
"You're avoiding the subject."
"I'm not. I just don't appreciate being jump scared in my own apartment. Especially not at 11 am on a Sunday. But on the subject, I didn't realize you worried so much about me, I'd have shot you a text when I came in." You shrug.
"Y/n." Loki sighs.
"Is something the matter Loki? Avengers getting under your skin again?" You chuckle.
"What?"
"You seem grumbly this morning. Something get to you before you came here?" You ask.
"I'm not grumbly. You're just- excited. What's with that anyway?"
"Dude- you poofed in here talking about the reason I'm excited. What?"
"All this over some guy?" Loki scoffs.
"He's a very sweet guy thank you very much." You stick your tongue out.
"Oh please." He rolls his eyes.
"If you're just going to be a downer Loki go back to the tower, you're not about to ruin my good mood."
"I'm not being a downer, I'm simply here to remind you not to be impressed by little shit. Him having manners shouldn't make you this giddy." He says.
"I didn't say anything about manners. And besides what would you know? it's not like you're trying to impress me." You let out a half laugh as you speak. Loki pauses for a moment, his brow furrowing as he looks at you.
"Is that what you want from me?"
"No? I mean- that's not what I was implying." You say.
"What are you implying?"
"That you don't have a leg to stand on in the dating conversation, it's not exactly your area of expertise." You shrug.
"I guarantee anything that coffee shop boy did on your little date I can do a hundred times better." Loki scoffs.
"Yeah right." You roll your eyes.
"I'm a god y/n, don't tell me you think I'm at all as mediocre as your mortal men in any capacity."
"I didn't say that."
"Yeah there's a lot you don't say it seems." He crosses his arms.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You frown at him.
"You may not admit it but you're comparing me to your coffee shop boy. It's a battle he'll lose in the end but I'm sure you'll hold out as long as you can."
"Loki we fuck a couple times a week. There's really no reason to compare you two. You're categorized differently." You shrug.
"Categorized differently?" He quirks an eyebrow at you.
"Yeah. He wants to date me. You- don't. So, no need to think about you versus each other."
"You have no- You don't even know this guy."
"You are very much missing the point." You shake your head.
"You are the one missing the point."
"Oh am I? And what point might that be Loki?" You smirk, leaning against your counter with your arms crossed.
"Gods you are so stubborn." Loki huffs out crossing your apartment. Loki's hand cups the side of your face and kisses you fiercely. It's like second nature to you, the way you react immediately, matching him each moment. When he pulls away he doesn't step back, still so close you can feel his breath against your lips.
"You're- a strange being Loki." You say softly.
"It's you that makes me this way."
"I haven't done anything." You say with a slight shake of your head.
"You've gone on a date." He says.
"Well yeah but that has nothing to do with-"
"Y/n." He cuts you off.
"Loki." You say back.
"I love you."
"You what?" You blink at him, so shocked you lean back to look at him better.
"I love you." He says again.
"When did that- what?"
"I love you."
"No, I don't think you do." You shake your head.
"I do. Y/n I do and I may not have said it before but I'm saying it now. Please don't tell me it's too late." His eyes search yours, for what you're not sure.
"Too late?" You frown.
"Your coffee shop guy. I can't lose you to him."
"I don't understand- how long have you felt this way?" You ask.
"Too long."
"Then why not say anything before today?"
"I couldn't, I couldn't when it counted, but I'm saying it now. And I'm hoping I haven't waited too long because- I cannot imagine staying on this dreadful planet without being able to see you, to hold you, to call you mine- like a shrike to your glorious thorn, I cannot survive without you."
"That's rather poetic of you to say." You say carefully.
"It's true."
"I- your timing is- what am I going to do with you?" You shake your head.
"You said dating is 'not my area of expertise', allow me to show you how very false that is."
"Are you asking me on a date Loki?" You smile.
"I'd like to ask for more than that but we can begin there, sure."
"I'm not opposed." You say.
"Very well, enjoy your breakfast. I'll be back this evening to take you out." Loki finally steps back, a cheeky smile on his face.
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"That will be a surprise."
"Well, what should I wear?"
"Whatever you like. You'll look amazing in anything." Loki smirks.
"That's not enough infor-" before you can finish Loki disappears in a flourish of green sparkles. "-mation." You say to the empty air. "Nice. Guess I'll wing it." You mutter to yourself. You can't even manage to be fake mad at him for more than a moment, the possibilities for your upcoming night out filling you with delight as you make breakfast. So, maybe you do want more from him, since that's a possibility now.
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erosia-rhodes · 11 months ago
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Speculation on Mizu’s heritage
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Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix is one of the best things I’ve seen all year. As I’ve been rewatching it, I couldn’t help but speculate on Mizu’s heritage, and I wanted to share my theory so we can all laugh at how wrong I was in a few years. (I am notoriously bad at guessing plot twists. I was totally wrong about how Wandavision and Loki season 1 would end.)
Spoilers and speculation behind the jump.
Short version: Mizu’s mother was a white woman and her father was the Shogun. The Shogun’s wife, Lady Itoh, put the bounty on Mizu’s life because she was proof that the Shogun broke his own laws.
Who Would Want to Kill a Baby?
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We know that there has been a bounty on Mizu’s head since she was a baby. There are only three reasons I can think of for putting a hit out on a child who’s just been born and couldn’t have personally wronged anyone yet:
1) To deny them an inheritance.
2) To eliminate proof of an affair.
3) To eliminate proof of a crime.
The woman that claims to be Mizu’s mother is Japanese, so Mizu assumes her father must be white. But once Fowler reveals that Mizu’s “mother” was actually her maid, it opens up the possibility that Mizu’s mother was white and her father was Japanese.
We know that someone is willing to a pay a lot of money to kill Mizu, but the maid also ran off with enough money to take care of Mizu for several years, so at least one person in this mess is wealthy. We also know that someone still wants Mizu dead when she's an adult because men come to kill her when her husband rats her out, so she’s still a threat to someone else’s interests at that time.
If the Shogun slept with a white woman and fathered a mix-raced child as a result, that would fulfill all three reasons to put a bounty on a baby. Killing her would remove any chance that a bastard might try to blackmail her way into an inheritance, it would remove proof that the Shogun had an affair, and most importantly, it would destroy evidence that he violated his own laws against Western influence by sleeping with a white woman.
But the True Culprit is…
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But I don’t think the Shogun put the bounty on Mizu’s life. I think it was the Shogun’s wife, Lady Itoh, for several reasons:
1) Lady Itoh is willing to kill people who learn that her husband broke his own laws.
When the nobles are trying to escape the fire in the finale, Lady Itoh makes her sons lock the door behind them and sentence the other Lords to death because they witnessed the Shogun’s shame, the revelation that he broke his own laws by dealing with Fowler, a white man. She’s demonstrated that she’s willing to kill people to destroy proof of her husband’s violations, so she’d do the same to a mixed-race baby he fathered. It would also explain why Mizu’s maid never claimed the bounty herself; she would have been targeted for death too because she knew about the Shogun’s crime. She probably took whatever money was in the house when the killers came for Mizu, and went on the run as much to save her own life as Mizu's.
2) The woman’s a sadist.
Lady Itoh does everything she can to make Akemi’s life hell once she marries into the family. She saddles her with bitchy attendants and serves her disgusting food at the banquet, and finishes it off with the cooked remains of the bird Akemi tried to free. Then she sends her two more birds the next day, claiming they’re breakfast and lunch. I have no trouble believing this woman would put a hit on a baby!
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3) She’s a hardliner against Western influence
After the fire, Lady Itoh orders her sons to destroy 2000 guns which they could have used in the future against their enemies because she’d so fiercely against Western influence. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one who came up with the law banning white people and talked her husband into enacting it. That would explain why the Shogun was willing to violate the law, because he didn’t completely believe in it and only enacted it to get his wife off his back.
It Fits a Common Theme of Revenge Stories
Another reason I think Lady Itoh is the ultimate villain is because it fits the common theme that revenge is futile. Revenge usually destroys the person seeking it just as much as anyone they go after. There is a famous quote from Confucius that says, "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." The implication is that the second one is for yourself.
If it turns out that Mizu has been going after the only four men in the country who couldn’t be her father, it would demonstrate how misguided revenge quests are. She’s spent her whole life pouring hatred into the wrong mission.
It would also be a painful twist to know that Mizu was in the same room with Lady Itoh in the finale, but she was focused on killing Fowler instead of realizing that her true enemy was fleeing out the back door with everyone else.
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How It Will All Sort Out
I predict that Mizu will eventually learn the truth about her parentage and ultimately target Lady Itoh for death, not just for revenge, but so she can permanently remove the bounty on her head and live her life freely as a woman.
Akemi might end up assisting Mizu since Lady Itoh is also her enemy. Akemi will probably spend season two battling Lady Itoh for control of the household, and thus the country. If Akemi can put her husband in place as the Shogun, she could remove the bounty on Mizu's head.
If Taigan ends up working as a castle guard, this might put him in conflict with Mizu and Akemi if they target Lady Itoh since he would be honor bound to protect her.
It will be interesting to see how it all sorts out!
ETA: I misspelled Lady Itoh's name, sorry! (According to the subtitles it's Itoh, not Ito) I think I fixed every instance.
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nameless-flame · 1 year ago
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RoR gods reactions to you calling Poseidon a 💅Drama Queen💅
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RoR and fem!Reader crack below the cut
Seated along the round table, various prominent figures of each pantheon waited, some more patiently than others, for the mortal standing before them to reveal what she had summoned them for.
[Name] cleared her throat, putting an end to the idle chatter that had previously filled the walls of the old-fashioned conference room. "I have called you to this meeting to discuss a matter of utmost importance."
Shiva rolled his neck, allowing his eyes to freely wander between the faces of the gods – all deemed to be high figures in their respective pantheon – some even belonging to the same one. And yet, there was one man missing.
Leaning his chair back, the God of Destruction balanced himself with two hands holding onto the edge of the table, whilst his remaining two rested behind his head. "Where's that sea deity?"
Shooting a glare in Shiva’s direction, [Name] resumed talking. “If you had not so rudely interrupted me you would have known why.”
The blue man merely rolled his eyes. He had long before grown used to her more… unmannerly way of addressing them. Her disrespectful attitude had at first irked him, and many other deities, but eventually whatever ill feelings they initially harboured toward her soon evolved into intrigue, and later friendship. Some even more than that.
Seeing how the god had not argued back, the human continued. "As for why Sea Boy isn’t here with us today, I didn’t invite him.”
Hades’ brows flickered and he paused his chess match with Zeus. “I presume this meeting concerns my brother?”
[Name] gave the God of the Underworld a curt nod. “I’ll just get straight to the point so to not further waste our time. Can we all come to common agreement that Poseidon is the biggest drama queen in history?"
Hades didn’t know what was more worrisome; her odd exclaim, or the fact that no one had so much as reacted to it. Have things like this truly become the norm?
Most eyes darted to Apollo, and then lingered there, before returning to her, obviously questioning her statement. However, [Name] did not yield under their distrustful stares but continued speaking without any less conviction. "Yes, sure. Some might argue that the twink has some dramatic traits as well."
Apollo craned his neck in her direction, no longer staring in the reflection of his hand mirror. "Why are we listening to her, again?"
“Because they’d rather be here than at one more of your lame parties.” Apollo furrowed his brows, but ultimately decided to just massage the tense muscles of his temples, not desiring to start a fruitless dispute with her.
“But we are not here to talk about Apollo, but Poseidon – the biggest drama queen I have ever encountered in my entire life.”
Beelzebub sighed, tapping his foot impatiently against the marble floor. He just wanted to return to his research. “How did you even come to such an irrational conclusion?”
Standing tall, [Name] placed her hands on her hips. “Irrational? Do you guys truly not see it?” Blank stares were shot in her direction, only Heracles and Ares had the decency to shake their heads.
“Well then, allow me to provide you with an example; If a fly were to land on that drama queen’s shoulder, he would not hesitate to drown all their villages, slaughter their children, and then feed their corpses to the nearest animal.”
Loki snickered, obviously finding some amusement in what he deemed to be an exaggerated story. [Name] ignored him and continued. “And then, to truly top it off, after exterminating an entire species he would just act as normal, as if his reaction was more than justifiable.”
“She does have a point,” the serene voice of Aphrodite spoke. “Poseidon’s reactions do tend to be quite… overbearing at times.”
[Name] dragged a hand through her hair in hope that the motion would soothe her racing mind. “And I know this to be true because that fly is a metaphor for us humans. I literally bumped into him just the other day, and this bitch-”
A warning glare from Hades.
“This very fine gentleman acted like I gave him the bubonic plague.” Loki and Shiva broke into a fit of laughter. The Hindu god even toppled off his chair, but that didn’t seem to encourage him from continuously laughing his ass off.
[Name] rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, continue howling all day long you buffoons, but I think I singlehandedly made him wish for a second Ragnarok.” This only made the duo double over, trying to choose between drying their tears or holding their stomachs. It was a good day for Shiva to have four arms.
Hermes, however, coaxed his brows. “Do you mean to tell us that you came in contact with Lord Poseidon without invoking his wrath?”
[Name] cocked her head to the side. “Didn’t I just tell you that he looked like he wanted to pierce me into a shish kebab?”
Hades moved his king one square forward on the chessboard, the slight click when the piece hit the wood gaining her attention. “That is not what he meant, my dear. If our brother is truly angry, he will not hesitate to kill whoever is around him. The fact that you are still alive indicates that he had no desire of ending your life.”
Odin nodded from the seat beside his son, who was staring out of the window, wishing for this conversation to come to an end.
"This!” [Name]’s sudden outburst caught the attention of everyone in the room, including the socially withdrawn God of Thunder. “This is what I mean when I call him dramatic! You have just grown used to his actions. Look, I don't mind his exaggerated reactions, but he needs a bit of variation.”
[Name] began pacing around the room, her back straight and chin held high, while holding a stick in her hand. Where did she even get that?
“Someone breathes the same air as me? Dead.” Everyone’s eyes widened.
She was imitating Poseidon.
“Someone accidentally steps on my foot? Dead. Someone has the audacity to look me straight in the eye? Dead.” She stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “Like, come on. Try something new for once, please."
Zeus stroked his long beard. "Wait, let me get this straight. You mean to tell us that your problem with Poseidon is not his behaviour, but that it has grown old?"
[Name] slammed her hands against the table, making the glasses along the wine bottles on it shake with the sudden force. “Yes!”
“This meeting is over.” Hades declared, already walking away. It did not take long for the other deities to follow him, Loki and Shiva needing to crawl out from all their excessive laughing.
“Fine, go! But don’t come crying to me when you guys realize I was right!”
“We won’t,” cooed Zeus.
“Hades?”
“Yes, Zeus?”
The King of the Gods blinked, not believing his eyes. “Why is Poseidon drowning that entire meadow?”
Before the two deities stood their brother, sending wave after wave into a beautiful landscape of green hills and the most gorgeous of flowers.
Hades sighed, running a hand through his white hair. “To kill the flies.”
Zeus turned his head to his brother, already dreading his next answer. “Why?”
The King of the Underworld gulped, cursing that mortal for how correct she had been. “Because a fly had landed on his shoulder.”
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slash-me-please · 1 year ago
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Slahsers with a shy sweet s/o like hides behind them and stuff? If u do it pls add otis! I love him:)
Slashers with a Shy S/O
sdlfkjoweijfweoijf you have an amazing brain
Jason Voorhees:
He thinks you're just adorable. You leave him bouquets of flowers (weeds) in the morning, just to start his day off right.
He lets you hide behind him anytime you desire. There is plenty of campers around and they scare you, as you're introverted. And even when there is no campers around, you'll still scurry behind the man if there's a buck or a bear around. Or if you want to look at his ass.
Jason is entirely in love with you, and all the sweet things you do for him.
Otis Driftwood
He's very tall, so you're behind him a lot as he drags you to all of his illegal activities. There's a lot of people you want to get away from, and if they so much as acknowledge you they'll get a fist to the mouth.
You're always near him, practically attached to his side and peppering kisses along his back as he cusses out another minimum-wage employee. Maybe he's not overreacting.
You like to gift him little trinkets you create while you're out with him, made of foil or whatever, but he keeps them all even if he says he does not.
Loki Laufeyson
He ADORES your shyness, while he's doing royal business, he'll make sure to screw with you. His hands explore the expanse of your hips and chest while you stand red-face between his long legs. Meanwhile he talks with a level head and voice towards his peers.
He'll let you hide behind him though, and he towers over you, keeping you "hidden" from everyone. He understands gods can be overwhelming. He keeps you tucked beneath his cape.
You're just the sweetest to him as well, he lets you braid his hair when you're in private, but he'll deny it if anyone asks.
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sigyns-drafts · 10 months ago
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waaa Hades,Buddha, Loki and Poseidon x gn!reader (seperate) who is tired and fell asleep during a meeting and it turned into a cuddle session after they got out of the meeting room.....😭
(I'm sorry I can't be more specific anymore I just want fluff of them :') , also sorry if your request is closed :') but I'm dying for them istg , If you don't write for this many characters you can exclude them! I don't mind! Or even ignore the request, just please stay hydrated and I hope you have a good day <3 )
A/N: Of course anon, I totally get you for wanting more content on your favourite characters, literally the same here!
Apologies it took forever and to everyone requesting! I've been very sick and things kept piling up, but I'm slowly making a return. <3
You described everything I needed to know just right, so please don't be sorry for anything! Thank you for being so caring, I apologise it took me forever. Don't forget to stay hydrated too~♡
Slumber in the Divine Boardroom 💤
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➩ You and your divine boyfriend are attending an important meeting, but for whatever reason you find yourself very tired and eventually doze off.
Your boyfriend noticed and what does he do about this? Once everyone is gone turn this into a cuddle session between the two of you of course~
➩ Reader type: Gn!Reader x Hades, Buddha, Loki, Poseidon
⚠: Wholesome fluff, Romantic fluff, a lot of cuddling and nuzzling, teasing and flirting
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Hades:
In the dimly lit meeting room located in the underworldly realm of Helheim. 
Hades found himself presiding over yet another gathering together with other formidable figures. 
Y/n, his partner who was only there for moral support like usual, could care less about what they spoke about when the weight of exhaustion and struggle to stay awake hit them like a heavy brick. 
Living with Hades and being his lover, while luxurious, was still a burden to handle at times.
Especially when the god was met with so many constant schedules and tasks he would have to attend and keep up with. 
Much to y/n's dismay, who not only wanted to be there for Hades using their own spare time to follow him around. 
They also wanted to spend time with their beloved king alone, which was a rare occurrence. 
As the talk of afterlife's affairs droned on for hours and the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the cavernous walls, y/n's sleep deprived state only worsend over time.
Hades, who continued his stern discourse in front of his important guests, took notice in y/n's eyes, closing involuntarily, just across from where he stood. 
He almost felt guilty to have dragged y/n out here when they could have stayed at home resting. But y/n was always so persistent! 
The gentle hum of conversation became a distant murmur as y/n drifted into a peaceful slumber, head resting on the cold, obsidian table.
Eventually the meeting concluded, and the attendees filed out without questioning why Hades's love was asleep, leaving them alone to have their moment of peace. 
Uncharacteristically, a softer expression crossed the lord of the underworld's face as he observed Y/n's serene repose. Hades was pondering if he should wake y/n up but.. Something held him back. 
He gently strokes his hand through y/n's hair, taking it behind their ear before whispering in a low and soft tone to himself, but targeted towards his partner. 
"My precious, already sound asleep when you could have just told me you wanted to stay home today~"
Deciding to not wake up Y/n, Hades carefully summoned a cloak and draped it over them both, creating a makeshift cocoon of warmth to carry his love.
The chilly ambiance of Helheim transformed into a surprisingly cosy haven sometimes, especially when you'd be all cuddled up. 
Hades, normally not the type to do these things, now revealed a gentler side. 
While adjusting Y/n's position to ensure their comfort, the man picks them up with his strong arms. Making sure y/n's head rests nicely and steady on his wide and surprisingly warm shoulder. 
The god allowed himself a rare vulnerability, watching over Y/n with a small grin and a protective gaze.
As the flickering torches cast dancing shadows, the silence enveloped the room, broken only by the tapping of the man's shoes against the stone flooring. 
Hades decided the next best thing to do was to bring y/n back to their chambers and perhaps, even he could take a small rest there to enjoy their solitude a bit more.
Hades gently placed y/n onto their queen sized bed, careful not to disturb their peaceful slumber. Settling beside y/n, he couldn't resist the allure of their presence. 
The shadows seemed to soften as he pulled them into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around their sleeping lover and relishing in the moment. 
Time passed in the quietude, and as sleep began to claim the god of the dead, y/n stirred. A soft blush tinted their cheeks as they realised the situation.
Nestled in the arms of Hades sent a warm shiver down their spine.
Y/n, not wanting to disturb Hades, who had succumbed to hypnos himself, gently moved closer. A gentle murmur escaped their lips, a tender reminder of the impending responsibilities that awaited the lord of the Underworld. 
With a soft touch, they roused Hades, their fingers tracing over the god's sharp features.
"Hades," y/n whispered, their voice a delicate melody in the quiet chamber. 
"We had another meeting to attend after the first. It's time to wake up darling.."
Hades, stirred from his slumber, opened his eyes to meet the gaze of y/n. 
The vulnerability in that moment was showing itself still, and a rare smile graced the god's lips. 
The weight of his responsibilities momentarily lifted as he thought to himself how lucky he was to wake up to y/n everyday. 
As Hades and y/n shared a lingering gaze, the gravity of their roles in the Underworld momentarily forgotten, Hades pulled y/n close to press his face against y/n's neck and nuzzle them. 
Y/n blushes even more at this and chuckles while combining through the Gods white locks of hair. 
"Oh hades~ you really can be a softie huh?"
With a soft nod, Hades agreed and acknowledged the reminder of his duties, yet he couldn't help but savour the warmth of his partner. 
"I'm only soft for you.. But only you y/n~"
Buddha:
Buddha, who found himself hesitant to attend another divine meeting between the leader gods of their respective pantheons, to discuss important matters regarding humanity, didn't want to go alone. 
So when struck with such a dilemma what does he do? Well he would bring a companion, and decided to bring none other than his most beloved Y/n! 
As they entered the grand hall of the gods, Y/n felt a mix of awe, nervousness and exhaustion. 
After all, they both had travelled far from their home! Also not to mention the fact y/n had been pulled into this extraordinary gathering a little out of nowhere. 
But upon such an offer from their man, how could they possibly refuse such a thing? 
They barely got to travel as much as they would have liked. 
As the meeting unfolded with gods discussing the fate of humanity. Y/n found themselves rather comfortably seated next to Buddha. 
However, soon struggled to stay awake, succumbing to the weariness of the divine environment. 
While the discussions continued, Y/n drifted into a gentle slumber, head resting on Buddha's shoulder.
After the gods concluded their deliberations and departed, Buddha, noticing Y/n's fatigue, chuckled softly to himself. 
He decided to play a light-hearted prank to wake them up. In his hand, he conjured a piece of his favourite chocolate snack, gently placing it near Y/n's nose. 
To his surprise, the sweet aroma stirred Y/n, who slowly opened their eyes.
"Huh, Buddha, what's that delicious smell..?"
Y/n, initially confused, was met with Buddha's playful smile. 
The two shared a moment of laughter, breaking the serious atmosphere that lingered after the gods' departure. 
Buddha, aware of Y/n's love for snacks, much like his own, decided to extend the lightheartedness of their cute moment further. 
"You know, since everyone is gone, we could go find a cosy spot to ourselves and enjoy some more treats~"
Y/n's lit up and they nodded excitedly at Buddha's suggestion! This had been so worth travelling for. 
"Oh yes please! I'd love to explore a little around here and then continue resting somewhere very nice."
While they wandered away from the divine hall, Buddha made sure to show y/n around and explore with them!
While they did they found a serene garden hidden within the world of gods, much to y/n and Buddha's enjoyment for their plan. 
Sitting down under a giant tree, Buddha and Y/n cuddled closely to each other. 
"Oh this is simply divine Buddha, thank you so much for taking me with you~!"
Buddha leaned against the tree while feeding himself and y/n, his partner resting against his chest enjoying the moment and snacks they were fed.
"Me too sweetie, I knew you were the right one to bring with me."
Buddha grins happily, looking down at y/n, his eyes shining with love for them. He leans down and teasingly kisses their cheek. 
"Even though you feel asleep during the meeting, which is my thing!"
The couple burst out laughing at Buddha's joking comment, it was true! 
Y/n blushes slightly, they couldn't help but smile widely at Buddha's words. 
He would usually take the chance to nap during such meetings if it wasn't to his interest. 
With the rustling of leaves, Buddha and Y/n savoured the snacks, bonding over their shared love for their special delights. 
The garden became a space where they could find peace all to themselves.
Loki:
In the grand halls of Asgard, the gods gathered for a crucial meeting. 
Loki, mischievous as ever, had brought y/n along with him. 
He claimed he couldn't leave y/n alone at home, but his true intention was to find amusement in y/n's company during the important discussions.
As the meeting unfolded, the weight of the gods' discussions combined with y/n's exhaustion from the day took its toll. 
Y/n found it hard to keep their eyes open, succumbing to the lull of drowsiness. 
Unbeknownst to them, Loki couldn't resist the opportunity to toy with y/n while maintaining his composure.
Loki leaned in, whispering in y/n's ear, "Sweet y/n, the godly matters bore you to sleep, I see~"
Y/n mumbled a half-conscious response, "No no! Just... tired."
Loki grinned, plotting mischief as the gods continued their discourse. 
However, his plans were thwarted when y/n's eyelids drooped further, and they drifted into a peaceful slumber.
When the meeting concluded, and as the gods departed, Loki turned his attention back to y/n. 
He marvelled at the serene expression on their peaceful face, finding unexpected adoration replacing his mischievous intentions. 
With a gentle touch, he attempted to wake their lover up, calling their name softly or shaking them gently. 
But no response or reaction came! 
Growing impatient yet oddly fond, Loki decided to resort to a different tactic. 
His fingers danced along y/n's sides, tickling them with ease. 
In an instant, y/n jolted awake, eyes wide open in surprise.
"Loki! What in helheim are you doing?!" Y/n exclaimed, totally flushed and caught off guard.
He chuckled, pulling y/n close to himself.
"I couldn't resist, my dear. You looked so peaceful, but my attempts at a normal awakening failed."
Rolling their eyes, y/n sighed to themselves.
"You could've just shaken me gently."
"I tried! Either way this way is much more entertaining hehe~" 
Loki teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he nuzzled himself against y/n's neck.
Despite y/n's initial annoyance, a smile crept onto their face. 
The tension dissipated as Loki wrapped his arms around them even tighter than before, his soft kisses tickling y/n's neck. 
The god of mischief had traded his tricks for a tender moment, and as you cuddled together in the room, leaving only the intimacy of the two of you.
Poseidon:
Poseidon and Y/n found themselves in a grand hall, attending a crucial meeting among the sea gods. 
As discussions flowed, Y/n, overwhelmed by the divine chatter, struggled to keep their eyes open. 
Poseidon noticed and chuckled under his breath, finding it entertaining. Though you could barely tell that he was excited, from his serious and unchanging face. 
Poseidon leans close to y/n and starts whispering, almost mockingly.
"Someone's having a bit of trouble staying awake, aren't they?"
Y/n, in a half-dreamy state, mumbled a half-hearted response, "No! Just a little bored from... godly matters."
As the meeting concluded and the other ocean gods dispersed, leaving Poseidon and Y/n alone in the now empty hall. 
Y/n, succumbing to exhaustion, had dozed off in their seat. Poseidon, finding the situation amusing, decided to take advantage of the moment.
The god finally lets his cold stone of a face change and smirks. 
"Well, well, my dear Y/n, it seems the weight of divine matters was a bit too much for you."
Y/n, still half-asleep, groggily responded, "I'm awake, I'm awake... I just closed my eyes for a moment!"
Poseidon raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his ocean blue eyes. 
"A moment? It felt like an eternity. You missed quite an enlightening discussion on ocean currents.."
Y/n, now fully aware of their surroundings, blushed and tried to defend themselves. 
"I'm sorry, Poseidon. It's not that I wasn't interested. I just... the ambiance was so soothing."
Poseidon grinned, his godly aura radiating strongly. 
"Soothing, you say? Well, maybe you just need a less comfortable place to discuss matters then."
"What? No! Please Poseidon, I truly love the beauty of your halls and wouldn't want to change it for the world."
"Not even to make yourself.. Even more comfortable?"
Y/n blinks, now feeling very confused with the mixed signals they were getting. 
"Pardon me love..?"
With a snap of his fingers, the grand hall transformed into a cosy space filled with pillows and soft blankets. Y/n looked around, bewildered.
"What is the meaning of this, are you not going to lecture me?"
"I thought for a change I could be more easy on you, after all you are my lover. Now, let's catch up on the discussion, shall we?"
As they settled into the comfortable space, Poseidon pulled Y/n into a playful embrace. 
The serious tone of the meeting and his was replaced by laughter and gentle teasing. Something Y/n definitely had to get used to! 
"But seriously darling. Clearly, the weight of godly responsibilities is too much for you to bear."
Y/n rolled their eyes, there he went again insisting.
"Oh, please. You're one to talk, Lord of the Sea. Your ocean currents lecture nearly put me to sleep."
Poseidon chuckled, his selden heard laughter echoing through the transformed hall. 
The god, known for his seriousness, was now wrapped in the warmth of his love's presence, turning an important meeting into an unexpected cuddle session.
But of course, still making sure y/n caught up on what they had missed. 
And so, surrounded by the divine comfort of their impromptu sanctuary, Poseidon continued to playfully lecture Y/n.
Both revel in the joy of each other's company amidst their responsibilities.
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lokisrealpurpous · 7 months ago
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dating loki would include
dating loki in a nutshell
hair
loki would be obsessed with you hair and would probably be touching it with any chance he gets. he would always offer to wash it and braid it, style it or to even just run his hands through it. It would also work both ways, loki would love it when you played with his hair.
physical touch
this man is touchstarved. he will never be able to keep his hands off you, no matter where you are. he'd love hugging you from behind and nuzzling into your neck, taking in your sent, holding you as he sleeps, holding hands. He also would always have you in his arms or lap.
consent
Before loki does anything, this being touching or doing things for you, he would always ask, unless he knows 100%, you are okay with it. he's very strong on consent and always listens to your feelings and checks you're comftable even if you say something is fine. If you change your mind or refuse he will immediately stop and make sure everything is okay.
reading
Loki would love reading to you, reccomending you books and would constantly be ranting on about books he's reading. When you can't sleep, he'd often let you lay against his chest as he reads you an old book from his childhood while running his hands through your hair.
sarcasm
Even if you're his lover loki is still the most sarcastic, witty person to exist. He'd constantly be messing around or teasing you, always making sure you know his jokes are jokes and picking a right time but he'd probably be pranking you alot.
cuddles
He secretly loves them. After a long day he will search for you just to wrap himself around you or cling onto you any way he can. he loves hugs from people he trusts, and he would always make sure he falls asleep cuddled up with you.
insomnia
He barely sleeps and is always awake when you wake up. He loves the night but also the sound of birds at the crack of dawn. Although he doesn't sleep himself, he will always make sure you get enough rest.
kisses
Loki loves kissing you, his favourite places probably being your neck, thighs, hands, forehead, cheeks, and his overall favourite your lips. Even a peck is enough as long as he gets his kisses. When he's touchstarved, he won't get his lips away from you.
words of affirmation
he loves praising you, and he loves it when you say nice things to him, especially after his neglection as a kid. He will always make sure you feel loved, and it goes both ways. You'd often have him sneeking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering small things in your ear like, 'you look so beautiful, my darling' 'that dress looks gorgeous on you'
gift giving
He would buy you the entire 9 realms if he could. Loki would spoil you every single day. Whatever you wanted, he would buy for you, and you'd always be getting small gifts off of him
princess treatment
loki would unshamefully do everything for you, even in public. If your heels were hurting he'd take them off, carry them, and then carry you to wherever you both need to be, if you had laces, he'd tie them up, if you were unwell he would honestly slave for you, you'd have breakfast in bed, a hot water bottle and literally whatever you ask him for. He'd probably make you some chocolate covered strawberries as well.
music
he loves music and deffinatly has a viynal and cd player in his room. He likes all genres depending on the mood he's in, and he is the type of person to play his music loud enough for the whole of Asgard to hear. You've introduced loki to many 'midgardian' artists such as lana del rey, amy winehouse, artic monkeys, the weeknd, billie eilish, and rihannah and he loves them, especially the older artists such as Bowie, Queen, ABBA, Elvis and Harry James. Loki also has quite a soft singing voice himself, and you'd often catch him singing or humming to songs. After a lot of persuading, he'd sometimes sing you old norse lullabies his mother used to sing to him to help you sleep.
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sarahscribbles · 8 months ago
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𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟒𝐤
𝐀𝐍: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞��� 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬!
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Loki’s naked body is warm and wonderfully solid on top of you. He’s all firm lines and defined muscles, and the heavy weight of him settled between your parted thighs surpasses anything you’ve concocted in your many daydreams. 
It’s anyone's guess how you both got here; you can’t remember no matter how hard you try. One moment you were drunkenly sashaying away from him at the end of the Grandmaster’s soiree, and the next you’re lying naked in his bed, tangled between cobalt blue sheets while the ridiculous gown you’ve had to wear is no more than a discarded fuschia puddle on the floor. 
Next to it, although you have no recollection of removing it, is the deep blue leather that had hugged Loki’s body so perfectly all evening. 
Although, you’re pleased to learn that what that leather has concealed from you is equally - if not more - exquisite. 
Your fingers grip the shoulders of the last man you ever expected to be underneath, running greedily over the hard muscles that flex and jump each time he presses his warm lips to your skin. Loki is kissing a slow, lazy trail from your stomach over the swell of your breasts, taking care to worship each one with his mouth until you arch in a perfect bow off the bed in search of more. 
“Please, more,” you breathe out on a moan, dropping a heavy hand to tangle in his hair and coax him forwards.
He hums softly against your breast, then sinks his teeth into a nipple and makes you yelp. “Are you finally giving in?” He asks, swirling his tongue soothingly over the affected area. 
You groan shamelessly at the sweet torture he’s subjecting you to while digging your heels deeper into his perfect ass. “Fuck! Yes, Loki!”
An elegant finger and thumb continue to twist and pull at a nipple, but Loki’s sinful mouth is now at your neck, kissing and sucking a patchwork of pretty purple bruises into your skin. 
You welcome each one with relish. 
“I want to hear you say it,” he purrs, licking a slow line along the column of your neck until he reaches your ear.
When his teeth sink into the flesh of your earlobe and tug, you feel a molten swell of heat pulse between your shaking thighs. 
“I give in! I yield! Please, just…just fuck me, Loki. I can’t stand it any longer!’ you babble out. Yggdrasil knows you’d say whatever he wanted if it meant he’d fuck you. 
His warm breath hits your ear as he laughs softly. “It’s me that you want, isn’t it? Me who fills all those filthy thoughts in your head. Tell me I’m wrong, Princess.” 
You couldn’t even if you tried. Desire for this man is spilling from your every pore and burning through your blood. You can’t remember ever wanting someone so desperately, not even Scrapper - or Val as she told you to call her - when she made you…
“Fuck!” Your head slams back on the pillows propped up behind you. “You’re right! I dream about you day and night! I can barely sleep with how I crave you! Does that appease you?”
“Immensely,” Loki replies slowly, rolling his hips tormentingly against your aching core.
You’re burning for him hot as the Vanir sun, and the slow caress of his hand along your thigh is kindling to the flames. You spread wider for him on nothing more than his touch, leaving no part of you hidden from his hungry gaze.
It sends a wild thrill pulsing through your blood until you’re almost dizzy. 
That same hand curls around your knee so he can press his lips to your bare skin. “You’re going to sing for me, Princess, even it if it takes all night,” he murmurs
Slowly, his lips begin a path along your inner thigh, kissing and sucking his marks as he climbs. You can’t help but clench expectantly as he moves closer to where you ache for him, whimpering at how infuriatingly slow he’s moving.
Loki’s eyes snap to yours and he smirks, relishing the effect he’s so clearly having on you. His mouth moves closer still, until you can almost feel his warm breath fan over your clit. You brace for his touch, for the sweet feeling of relief that will come under his limber tongue…
You jolt awake suddenly with Loki’s name dying like embers on your lips. 
Through bleary eyes the room settles into focus around you. The muted colours of your dream intensify to startling white and cobalt blue and, after a few slow seconds, you recognise the living area of the Penthouse. You aren’t tangled between the cream sheets of Loki’s bed, but still lying on the same sofa he’s made you sleep on these past few months. 
An odd pang of disappointment echoes in your chest.
The Penthouse lies silent around you, so silent that you could almost believe that you’re alone, but the feel of the locket around your neck - hot and heavy on your skin - is enough of a warning. Despite the silence and the closed doors Loki is lurking somewhere. 
Your heart skips a beat at the thought, but it’s out of fear you tell yourself. 
You shift slightly on the couch, only then realising how widely your legs are spread in spite of the restrictive fabric and how one hand is loosely cupping your breast. Heat blossoms instantly beneath your cheeks at the implication and you mouth a silent prayer of thanks to the gods that you’re alone. 
Anything you uttered in your sleep is between you and them. 
You relax back into the mass of cushions at your back, not quite willing to rise and face the day just yet. The beginning of a headache is beginning to pulse behind your eyes, making you curse Val and the numerous drinks she had made you share with her. 
Yet, even after the hours you had spent in her rooms, it was Loki who filled your dreams.
You can’t escape the bastard even while unconscious. 
That dream - that gloriously filthy dream - dances enticingly at the edges of your vision. You see Loki’s toned chest and feel the phantom touch of his lips against your skin. You hate him, yet you still give yourself over to the licentious thoughts swirling around your mind. You hate him, but surely that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a little fantasy?
Your eyes slip closed at the same time you bunch the hem of your dress up. Perhaps all you need is some relief…
“Do you honestly plan on feigning sleep the entire day?” A familiar smooth voice speaks from somewhere behind you, but sounding so close that it makes you startle. 
The hand halfway up your thigh frantically yanks down the short hem of your dress, and you feel your heart begin to pound like a warm drum inside your chest. How long had the bastard been lurking? What had he seen?
What had he heard?
You remain where you are until the racing of your heart subsides to a steady thump, then push off the sofa to peer over at the small kitchen area of the Penthouse. 
Immediately, you wish you hadn’t. 
Loki is standing at the lime green breakfast bar tossing berries into his mouth, but it’s not that that catches your attention. In place of his usual tried and tested leather is - what you guess to be - the equivalent of a Sakaarian leisure outfit.
Or, at least, the bottom half of it. 
To both your delight and irritation he’s decided to forgo a shirt, leaving his chiseled chest on full infuriating display. 
You swallow the groan that’s threatening to bubble up your throat, but it’s impossible not to run your eyes hungrily over him. He’s a vain, spoiled little peacock, but there’s no denying that the man is beautiful. Loki looks like he’s been carved from marble, from his toned shoulders and biceps all the way to the deep V at the bottom of his defined stomach. He looks every inch the god he is and, suddenly, you’re struck with the need to run your tongue over every inch of him. 
Just how much did you have to drink last night? 
You’re so busy ogling the man who makes your blood boil that you don’t notice his gaze is on you until a second too late. Heat creeps back beneath your cheeks at the smug little smirk that tugs at his lips, and at the fact he caught you openly admiring him.
“Enjoying the view?” 
Loki’s smooth voice drips with so much arrogance it makes your lip curl into a scowl of disgust. This vain little peacock of a man is aware of his beauty, and while you have been enjoying the view of his naked chest, Hel will turn to ice before you ever admit it to him. Loki may be beautiful, but the heavy piece of gold pulsing warmly on your collarbone is an unwavering reminder that the man is like belladonna; beautiful to look at, yes, but dangerous to approach. 
“Try being repulsed at your lack of etiquette when a lady is present,” you sniff, making an effort to turn your nose up. 
Loki cocks one elegant eyebrow and runs his gaze over what he can see of your garish pink gown. “Forgive me, but is this lady in the room with us?” he replies, turning his eyes over every inch of the wide living area in a show of looking. 
His mockery makes you bristle and a familiar tingle begins at the tips of your fingers, though, with great effort, you keep your hands planted on the sofa because he’s right - out of both of you, you’re the one showing the most skin. 
With an obvious huff of irritation you reach for the slinky piece of silk that’s supposed to be a robe, carelessly throwing it around your shoulders and making sure that it’s pulled tight enough to cover your cleavage. You hear Loki chuckle quietly while you try to cover as much of yourself as is possible, and it only makes you want to bash his handsome face into the breakfast bar.
“Piss off,” you spit at him, clutching the robe tightly to your chest as you make your way to the kitchen. 
Loki doesn't move from the breakfast bar as you work around him, not even when you climb onto one of the high stools on the opposite side. It’s…unusual, given that he typically can’t escape your presence quick enough, and you can’t call to mind a single morning that you’ve eaten breakfast together. 
If that’s even what this is. 
You try to focus on slicing the vibrant purple fruit sitting on your plate, but you’re suddenly very aware that Loki’s naked chest is only inches away from you. Fleeting moments of your dream trickle through your mind, enough to make you wonder if that sculpted chest would feel as solid as it had in your dream, or if his muscular arms would feel as warm as they clutched you to it. Briefly, you flick your eyes to scan his biceps, feeling a little flip somewhere in your stomach when you notice the soft bulge of muscle.
It makes your traitorous mind drift to imagining how those muscles would strain as they pinned your wrists to the bed, and further still to what marks his teeth might leave on your skin. It makes you wonder… 
“You seem distracted this morning, Princess.” Loki’s taunting, smug voice weaves through the heady haze of lustful thoughts. It’s only then you notice the cerulean juice you’ve been pouring is dangerously close to spilling over the edge of the narrow glass. 
A silent curse takes shape on your lips and you hastily right the glass decanter, though you fear the damage is already done. The burning heat returning beneath your cheeks is evidence enough of where your thoughts had strayed, and he’s already caught you ogling him like some lovestruck peasant girl. 
But then an idea strikes. 
“Perhaps a little,” you answer and place a piece of fruit between your lips. “Didn’t you see who I spent a great deal of last night with? I think I’ve forgiven Val all her misdeeds, although she’s more than welcome to continue making it up to me.” 
You flick your eyes properly to Loki - grasping the opportunity to appreciate his half dressed state - and flash him a suggestive smirk. For the briefest of moments, you swear you see a flicker of jealousy dance in his green eyes, but it’s just as swiftly replaced by that familiar mocking gleam. 
“Fucking your way to the top? I didn’t think you had it in you,” Loki taunts. 
Against the cool marble of the breakfast bar, your fingers twitch and tingle, but you don’t rise to his jibe. “Isn’t that your modus operandi? I expect it took days on your knees to be granted these quarters, and I dread to think what the Grandmaster has you do to keep them. Don’t you have any self respect?”
Loki’s face is a mask of quiet fury and you watch the veins in his arms protrude as he grips the bartop. You will your gaze to stay trained on his face, but, in spite of your best efforts, it wanders easily to the exposed length of his forearms. Appreciative eyes drink in the evident strength rippling beneath his skin and your mind wanders again to thoughts of his stamina. He could likely last hours and not feel a thing, could likely toss you around like a rag doll and pin you easily to any bed.
And you’re disgusted to realise that you’d likely let him. 
“I have a great deal more than a princess who sells herself like a common whore. Perhaps you’d feel more at home in one of Sakaar’s whorehouses? Given my closeness to the Grandmaster, I’m sure it can easily be arranged,” Loki replies scathingly, once again using your own words against you. 
“I imagine the company would be more agreeable,” you bite back. “All those pretty men and women? Norns, Loki, you can’t even threaten someone properly. What a pathetic little man.” You jump off the stool with a simpering little laugh, praying to the Norns that your words are enough to throw him off the scent.
He’s vain and spoiled and full of a sense of his own importance. He’s rude and cold and downright unpleasant. 
Yet, in spite of all this, you can’t deny the obvious. 
You’re ridiculously attracted to him.
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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months ago
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Still An Ass
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.7k
Warnings: minor angst
Summary: All you want to do is lie in bed and watch movies on your day off, but your roommate goes and fucks it up. You’re pissed so he does the one thing he knows how to do well to apologize.
Squares Filled: spin the bottle (2023) for @lokibingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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Two types of popcorn? Check. Full mini fridge by your bed? Check. More blankets than you need? Check. Small fairy lights hung on your walls? Check. You have everything you need for a successful movie night. You can’t afford a TV so you have to settle for your laptop to bring you entertainment, which you don’t mind. This is enough for you.
This is your first weekend off in a few months and all you want to do is put on trashy gushy movies and relax. Mandy, your coworker, has been off on maternity leave so you and the rest of your coworkers are doing what they can to help cover her shift, and as a massage therapist, you’ve been getting more clients than you thought you would. You love what you do and you love helping people relax, but it’s exhausting sometimes.
This is your first weekend off in months and your obnoxious roommate is having a party outside your bedroom. Your laptop’s volume can only go so loud, and it’s not enough to drown out the thumping bass and ear-splitting chatter. If you wanted a fucking party, you’d go out. You could put on closed captioning but this isn’t how you want to spend tonight because all you do is compromise with Loki.
Yes, you live with the infamous Loki. He’s known all over town for being an egotistical dick who loves parties. When you applied for the apartment, you didn't know you were going to be rooming with him. Your friend helped you move off her couch and secured you a spot at this apartment building, and she put a listing online for you to get a roommate since you knew you wouldn’t have been able to afford it on your own. She promised to take care of everything for you so when you walked inside one day, you didn’t expect to see Loki lounging around on the couch shirtless.
Now you’re subject to whatever kind of parties he throws in your apartment knowing you work all the time. You shut your laptop and get out of bed in annoyance. You slide on your fluffy bunny slippers and storm out of the room. You’re immediately hit with sweaty bodies pressed against the wall, pounding music, and the smell of marijuana. The amount of people in your apartment is starting to piss you off so you go in search of Loki who has the power to shut this down.
The living room is worse than the hallway. People are doing body shots off each other, there is a game of explicit Spin the Bottle happening in the corner, and everyone is dancing close enough to consider it grinding. This is a bad case of all your high school dances all rolled into one. Loki is lounging on the couch with two women on either side of him who are practically begging for his attention.
This little shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing. You’ve been with his roommate for almost a year. The walls are thin. You hear him and every single one of the dates that he deems good enough to bring home. This man definitely knows what he’s doing in the bedroom which only pisses you off more. You’re not getting any and here he is getting all the action without even trying. He turns to face the woman closest to you and cups her jaw. He pulls her close and kisses her with tongue and you have to peel your eyes off him before you go over to him and sock him in the jaw.
“Loki!”
Of course, he can’t hear you. He’s too busy shoving himself down her throat, pun intended. You grab a stray red solo cup and throw it as hard as you can at Loki’s head. He pulls away from the woman and winces in pain even though you know it didn’t hurt him.
“Ow, what the fuck?” His eyes slide over to you and they immediately light up. The fucker even has the audacity to smirk. “Hi, darling.”
“Do you really have to have a party here? I’ve worked my ass off this entire week and I just want silence. Can you please take this somewhere else?”
Loki grins lazily and sinks back into the couch. All you want to do is slap that fucking look off his face and strangle him.
“Loosen up, love. Have a drink.”
It pisses you off more how attractive he is. When this lease is up, you’re getting your own place since you’ve saved up some money to afford something on your own for a little bit.
“You’re an ass.”
You storm off back to your room and Loki can’t help but chuckle at your pink slippers and unbelievably short pajama bottoms. Any hope of you having a quiet night with your movies is gone. When you got back to your room, you didn’t even feel like watching anything, and all of your snacks went to waste. You tried going to bed but the party lasted until four in the morning.
It’s not a surprise that when you woke up the next day, the entire apartment was trashed. You step over the fallen bottles of alcohol, careful not to trip as you make your way to Loki’s bedroom. Thankfully, he’s alone but he is shirtless. You’re not blind, he is quite an attractive man. However, you’re so pissed at him that you don’t see how hot he is. All you see is a personal punching bag.
“Loki!” You walk over to him and slap his chest but he doesn’t budge. “Wake up!” Loki must have drank a lot more than usual because he’s not waking up. “Fuck you. You fucking owe me, you bastard.”
You leave his room and begin to clean your apartment from top to bottom. It took a few hours of hard work but you got the place looking sparkling clean with no trace that there was any kind of party here. After throwing the last trash bag away, you pack a bag for a couple of nights because there is no way you’re staying here for the rest of the week. You leave a note explaining that you’re going to be sleeping at a friend’s house before leaving.
Loki turns over in bed and falls onto the floor having been right by the edge. He groans and opens his eyes, already feeling the effects of the hangover he knows he will have all day. He pushes himself to his feet and opens his bedroom door expecting to see heaps of trash and evidence of how badly he fucked up.
He scrunches his face in confusion when there is not a single spec of garbage in sight. He walks to your room and sees it neat as if you didn’t sleep here last night when he knows for a fact you did. He walks to the very clean living room only to see a note on the table.
staying at a friend’s for a few days
“Shit,” Loki sighs and crushes the note.
He really fucked up. He takes out his phone to call you but you don’t answer. That’s to be expected but he thought he’d try anyway. He’s not sure what friend you’re staying with otherwise he’d go over there in person.
The first day is spent with Loki calling you as much as he can. You kept sending him to voicemail until you blocked his number altogether. Any hope of him reaching you is now gone so all he can do is wait for you to come home.
On the second day, you wait until you know Loki isn’t going to be home so you can go and get a few extra clothes and other things you need. You’re still pissed at him and you don’t want to see his face otherwise you’d punch the shit out of it.
By the third day, your friend’s husband practically kicked you out. You get it, you wouldn’t want you there either but this means you’re forced to go back home. Your other friends either don’t have room for you or they are out of town. No matter, you’re more than happy to continue to ignore Loki at home.
He’s out with his friends by the time you get home from your shift, and you collapse on your bed tiredly. You don’t plan on sleeping for the night since it’s only six but as soon as you close your eyes, you’re out. You don’t wake up until the next day, a few hours before your alarm goes off. The smell of eggs and bacon sifts into your room, pulling you out of your lovely dream where you live alone and didn’t have an obnoxious asshole as a roommate.
You get up and pull on a cardigan before walking into the living room. The kitchen has an open plan so you can see exactly who is cooking. Loki is shirtless with his back to you and he's stirring something in a pot. You hold your head high and walk to the kitchen to grab some water when he scoops a spoonful of the food and turns to you with his other hand hovering below the spoon.
“Come here.”
“Not hungry,” you mumble.
“Y/N, come here.”
You sigh and walk closer to him with a stoic look on your face. He holds the spoon closer to you but you cross your arms.
“I said I wasn’t hungry.”
Loki tips your head back by two fingers under your chin and tugs gently so that your mouth parts open. He tips the contents of the spoon into your mouth, and a burst of flavor explodes on your tongue. Fucking hell. Of course, he had to be a good cook. You do your best not to moan at how good this tastes.
“I know I fucked up. This is my way of apologizing to you.” Loki pulls the spoon away but doesn’t move away from you. This is as good of an apology as you’re going to get from him so you don’t push it. “Tastes good, yeah?”
“You’re still an ass.”
“Yes, an ass that can cook. Sit down and let me feed you before you go to work.”
You turn away from him just as a smile forms on your face, not unnoticed by Loki.
“I’m still pissed at you.”
“I know,” he smirks.
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she-whatshername · 4 months ago
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*Busts down door gasping for air - Who said Tyrrish Men headcanons you didn't ask for?!
I need to go back to work lol...I didn't proofread this
at. all.
Smoochies Pt 2: Featuring Liam and more Marked Ones
Liam:
Pour one out for this GEM of a human
His sixth sense is you. You're cold, instant jacket on your shoulders. You sneeze once? He's at your side with a cuppa. If you fall, he will catch you, or destroy whatever you tripped on.
I also imagine he's really good at sensing your emotions. Probably knows when you're sad, angry, mad and reacts accordingly
Ultimate Move: Holding your chin with his thumb and index finger while he kisses you. Sometimes his finger brushes over your lips and its with purpose because if its a long time before he sees you again he'll often rest his face in his palms when he's in class or with the other marked ones so he can take in your scent once more.
SECOND ULTIMATE MOVE (because he deserves two TBH): Kisses your cheeks. Sometimes its with intention like when he says hello or goodbye. Other times you're just standing there and he just does it. Sometimes he'll walk behind you while you're sitting and just lean over and kiss your cheek because he can.
And a few additions to the other ones:
Xaden:
This man is drama, your honor
Like, if he saw Liam pull an ultimate move with his partner and saw them blush, Xaden would look at you and internally panic like, "Fuck, should I be doing that to you? I want to make you blush like that."
Also if you're late to any of your meet ups he's instantly stressing and thinks he did something wrong and will go off to find you
He gives me very 'keep you at a distance/aloof' vibes on the outside, but once you're his he's like 'i am but a planet revolving around you, my sun' lol
His sass is top tier. Best quips and one liners. You could just listen to this man give verbal beatdowns to people all day
A smoochie headcanon: forehead kisses, every night before falling asleep. Even if you're both exhausted it will still happen. He's even fallen asleep kissing your forehead.
ALSO...ain't no way this man is straight. He 1000% gives Loki's 'A bit of both, I suspect the same of you.' vibes.
...This theory is also explored in Drifted...which I absolutely need to get back to instead of these, haha
Bodhi:
Really good at writing love letters, and letters to his S/O in general.
In fact, Bodhi gave Xaden the idea to write violet that letter. I imagine he's chastising him like "Look...If you cant communicate with your mouths without an argument, maybe write it down...and pull yourself together we're at war Xaden..." #brotherlylove
When he holds hands he will use his thumb to massage your palm. Same with a hand on your knee, he'll just rub small circles on your skin
You will never wake up to a empty nightstand. Always a glass of water/tea waiting for you
A smoochie headcanon: He and the other marked ones left to patrol with their dragons while you and the others wait at Riorson house. Not even a minute later he's back in the dining hall like "I'm sorry I just need to kiss you one more time." Xaden a Garrick are dragging him away five minutes later.
Garrick:
A smoochie headcanon: Coming back to Riorson house from a long mission he would scoop you up into his arms, kiss you, throw you over his shoulder and walk up the stairs while shouting that 'unless there's a hoard of venin outside, do not bother him for the next 4 hours'. And you're on the back of his shoulder dying from embarrassment as you're being hauled up the stairs
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percheduphere · 1 year ago
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LET'S TALK ABOUT MOBIUS'S HEAVY KEYS
I wrote a meta on S1 Mobius here, mostly exploring his interrogation persona and emotional trajectory toward S1E6. I also have a fun little list on all the things I love about him here.
@mitromana posted about how we should talk about Mobius's sass and even cruelty more. @wowwwmobius posted how Mobius realistically would not be doing well post-S2E6 (I wholeheartedly agree), and they and @inwantofamuse shared amazing comments. All of this inspired this meta.
Thank you @mitromana @wowwwmobius @inwantofamuse!
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Mobius's interrogation scenes are him at his most cruel and ruthless. The flipside of being a highly empathetic person is that it is very VERY easy to use this skill in highly abusive, cunning, and powerful ways. This is especially true if the person armed with this skill is exceptionally intelligent and is convinced their motivations are good. At the TVA, before Loki's exposure of the truth, Mobius is both of these things. Worse, he has access to the TVA's more ethically unconscionable technology, which he does not hesitate to use.
The road to evil is paved with good intentions. Mobius strolls onto this road more than once, but he manages to not stay on it because two people curb this risk: Loki and, yes, Sylvie.
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Take in Loki's words and posture in this scene. The words alone are a frail and weak comeback for a silver-tongue God of lies. They do nothing but reveal Loki is in FACT scared. His arms are crossed tightly over his abdomen, a primal protective response. He's leaned as far away from Mobius as possible. This is the best Loki can come up with in the face of a boring man in a boring suit, really?
You can see why Mobius was moved into the position of Analyst from Hunter. He may not be able to prune children, but he can literally bring a God like Loki to the ground, breathless, confused, and frightened, with nothing more than WORDS. And this is with a variant Mobius likes. Imagine what he can do to a variant he hates.
For HWR and Ravonna's purposes, Mobius is the perfect weapon to get whatever they want out of whatever variant they capture before sending them off to get pruned. How do they keep him from questioning anything?
Memory-wiping (more than once), brainwashing, propaganda, and:
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A little something for Mobius's identity, something that fulfills his intrinsic need to take care of others while also gently stroking his ego.
Yes, the genocide of multiple timelines over the span of eons is horrifying. But Mobius is capable of being complicit with it as long as his environment feeds his intrinsic psychological and emotional needs. The people on the Sacred Timeline become his new children, and he will do anything ANYTHING to protect them.
There was one thing HWR and Ravonna didn't anticipate: that this man's empathy for a specific Loki would be the very thing that liberates the multiverse and his own bondage from a corrupt bureaucracy.
However...
I don't believe Mobius ever anticipated becoming emotionally compromised when he advocated on Loki's behalf. He likely genuinely believed that after centuries of studying Loki, he knew him well enough to make him useful for the TVA. But the subconscious, oh. That is a different story, and in Loki's own words, Mobius has a gift for lying to himself.
I discuss the interrogation scene and Sif loop scene in depth here, so I won't repeat myself, but I'd like to draw our attention to the 2 gifs below, framing my analysis:
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Imagine where Mobius's mind must be at:
I spent centuries studying you and believing in you. I waited more centuries for your nexus event to come. I tasked every hunter to inform me of your arrival immediately, no matter what I was doing, no matter where I was. I abandoned a case. I ran to your trial. I put my job, reputation, and eons-long friendship with Ravonna on the line. I tested your theory. I brought you with me on the field. You talked to me. You challenged me. You made me proud. You made me laugh.
I gave you daggers and you stabbed me. You STABBED me. When all I wanted to give you was--
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Mobius cracked hard and fast. Applaud Owen Wilson for THIS interpretation of the script and THIS delivery.
Thankfully, the very person who put Mobius in this fragile state of mind is also the person Mobius deeply wants to believe in. Even after being betrayed, Mobius still wants to believe in Loki and his capacity to be a wonderful person. And so he looks at Ravonna's TemPad, decides Loki deserves to be with whoever he wants to be with (even if that person will never be Mobius himself), frees Loki to help him save the woman he loves, and gets pruned for it.
Mobius survives thanks to plot-armor. And who is the first person he meets?
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The bane of his existence.
And Sylvie wastes no time driving a knife into a very fresh wound. Mobius, however, only recently unleashed all his rage. His reservoir for compartamentalizing has refreshed, so he can take Sylvie's truth bravely, without a flinch, and acknowledge that truth with one of his own.
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Mobius owns it. He doesn't deny it. He tacitly agrees with her and gives her a reason why.
We should remember how dangerous Mobius can be. He is currently sitting in a car with the variant he is most likely to hate. Sylvie is strong, clever, and resilient, but her ability to regulate her emotions is weak, especially if she is triggered. Mobius can destroy her very easily with his words.
But Mobius can't hate her. He can't. She was right and he was wrong, but most importantly Loki loves her.
He won't hurt the person Loki loves most. No. He will take her to him instead. He can stomach the pain, the disappointment. He's good at that. Loki's well-being, his happiness, comes first.
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In fact, Mobius stomachs Sylvie's knife twists a second time and chooses not to defend himself. I don't doubt a large part of him agrees with her. Nevertheless, he can't help but hope Loki might stand up for him in that moment. He tries, and fails, to make light of it by rolling his eyes and turning to his friend. When Loki leaves him not explaining why, his true feelings about this interaction surfaces on his face.
Aren't you going to say anything?
The saddest thing is that this is the LAST intimate moment THIS Mobius has with Loki before Loki crosses the gangway and never returns. This is it. This is what he's left with: the thought Loki didn't care enough to defend him and Loki leaving.
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HE doesn't get to hear that he's just trying to see in the dark and is doing everything he can to keep the surviving timelines alive. SYLVIE does.
HE doesn't get to hear Loki tell him he saved his life. DON does.
HE doesn't get the final goodbye and "thank you, Mobius", his PAST SELF does. And if Mobius happens to remember this moment in the present, he will know that he was the one who propelled Loki to bear this massive burden ALONE.
My worry for Mobius post-S2E6 is that he is more than talented at ignoring his own needs and addressing his own problems. He is infinitely better--a master, even--at taking care of anyone else. It's a devastating flaw, but it comes from a very raw place:
His heart, his soul, will always remember being a single parent.
Being a parent at all is hard to begin with. There are only so many hours in a day, and the majority of it is devoted to putting someone else's needs before your own. Being a single parent is even harder. You might have a few people to help you, but ultimately, there's no partner to share every high and low intimately. To be a single parent of not one but TWO children?
Game over.
Some viewers have interpreted Don ignoring his sons' phone calls at work as negligent. Honestly, I don't think that's the case. He will call them back. Don is Mobius and Mobius is Don. He will take care of them. But refusing every beck and call at work is the only personal boundary he has. He cannot have many boundaries for himself at home or anywhere else. He has to decline not one but two calls for his own sanity. Nevermind that he works Monday through Saturday, nine to five, to make enough money to keep them healthy and happy. Where is the break? There is none. This is Don's glorious purpose.
Mobius leaving the TVA is understandable for two crucial reasons: One, it is a reminder of all his horrifying acts and complicity. Two, it is a reminder Loki is no longer there. But by leaving the TVA, Mobius separates himself from his only support system. That's not good. That is decidely unhealthy. The fact that it doesn't cross B-15, Casey, or OB's minds that this is a very bad idea tells you everything you need to know about the number of genuinely close friends Mobius has.
Mobius has two. He walked away from one to be with the second, and the second walked away from him, too. TWICE.
But he still loves him anyway.
When you take a man like this and take away everything that's kept him functional: the TVA, Ravonna, Loki, and then show him a content life in which he cannot even be with his own children because another version of him already exists, what do you think will happen to him given we've seen how violently Mobius can snap?
And guess what: only one person has ever seen Mobius snap on more than one occasion. Only one person understands the triggers and how to handle them. I'll give you three guesses as to who it is.
Mobius "has a happy ending" is absolute bullshit. He is at risk.
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cha-melodius · 7 months ago
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One last WIP Wednesday for this fic before I yeet it into the abyss (post it on ao3). The above banner is part of the wip post, btw!
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Henry’s mouth tightens, pinching in at the corner. “That’s… not why I refused to work with you, Alex.” “Oh yeah? Enlighten me, then.” Henry is silent for a long while, staring at their linked hands. “That mission was one of my first solo operations,” he says when he speaks again, “and I was under an immense amount of pressure from my— from MI6 high command. And I saw you there, a young, brilliant CIA officer at the top of his game, and I thought”—his voice breaks, and he clears his throat, squeezing his eyes shut—“I thought, this is a man who could utterly ruin me. I knew that I had to do whatever was necessary to keep you as far away as possible.” Alex opens his mouth and closes it again, frowning. “What the fuck does that mean? We’re supposed to be allies. Why would I ruin you?” Alex isn’t expecting him to laugh, low and humorless. “Don’t you get it, Alex?” Henry asks, a flicker of fire in his eyes for the first time in hours. “This life we lead… everything is in service to our agencies, our countries. We change identities like clothes, shoving ourselves and our hopes and desires so deep down they’re almost lost entirely. We don’t get to have things for ourselves, don’t even get to want, but I— I wanted.” He closes his eyes and exhales heavily. “Lord help me, I wanted you.”
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ethan-acfan · 17 days ago
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Music I think the assassins would listen to in the modern day
Desmond: 80s rock music with a sprinkle of pop music like Olivia Rodrigo.
Altair: metal, like hard metal music
Ezio: 2000 pop/recession pop (yall can catch this man blasting Ke$ha at all hours of the day)
Connor: calming music/ love songs, he doesn't mean to listen to love songs it's just he prefers slowing music and that tends to be sappy love songs
Edward: rock/metal
Jacob Frye: any type of pop music, he is a die hard swifty and yall can fight me on that
Evie Frye: little bit of everything, dosen't really have a set music taste
Arno: sappy romantic songs, extra points if it's songs about heartbreak
Bayek: dad rock or whatever is on the radio
Aya: either slow songs like connor or heavy metal, no in-between
Kassandra: a bit of everything, but has a personal preference for classical music (I can see her listening to bethoven)
Layla: 80s rock fan but is a swifty fan in secret, but she won't tell anyone, and if you find out, she might actually kill you and blame it on the staff (lol jk... maybe)
Basim/loki: he doesn't listen to music, but if he does it's gonna be some shit like nightcore or something
Anyway, that's all the assassins I can think of right now. I was gonna do the templars, but I didn't feel like it
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