#loki so close to barking at him

[livealittleoc-cb]

🐍: *clears their throat* I calmly ask you to go to the time out corner because WHO ALLOWED YOU! *stares trying not to drool* my resolve is thin-

@obsession-cb

[lokisgoodgirl]

Supply Closet [Avenger!Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Just some filth in a supply closet tbh. (w/c 1.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki x female reader. Smut. Loki in a V-Neck, semi-exhibitionism, PV/Oral. Established relationship.

You looked over Steve’s shoulder as the door edged open and Loki’s face slid into view.

Steve turned, sighing as he saw the god’s chest sidle through the crack, his fingers curling around the inside handle.

"My sincerest apologies," Loki hummed unapologetically, "-but I need to borrow our darling Agent here. It’s urgent." Steve raised an eyebrow. "How urgent?" he said. "Quite urgent, I assure you.” said Loki gravely.

Another sigh rattled Steve’s chest. He fluffed the papers on the desk before scooting them towards you and leaning back in the chair.

“You heard the man-’ he barked, casting a perishing look over his shoulder. He pulled out his phone as you stood with mumbled apologies, saying you’d be back as soon as you could.

“Doubt it.” Steve said while his keypad beeped.

A smirk began to creep across the feigned innocence of Loki’s expression as you pressed your fingertips against his chest, edging him out the door. “What are you doing?” you hissed as Loki’s smirk grew wider. The door clicked shut behind you. He threw his hands up in remission, mischievous smile in full force. Your fingers grasped around the collar of his v-neck, pulling him into a kiss that knocked the air from his lungs. Loki’s tongue jammed into your mouth, wet kisses waxing and waning against the clash of teeth as you landed him against the wall with a thud. “I missed you,” he gasped as his fingers worked up the base of your neck. “It’s been thirty minutes-” you said, giving the back of his hair a sharp yank. ‘You said twenty-five.’

Loki hissed. His cock was hard and proud against his chinos, stretching in a thick column up to his hipbone and rubbing against your thigh. The v-neck clung like a second skin to the outline of his abdomen; flexing against the muscle with every shallow breath.

“This is a very compromising situation you’ve put me in, Agent-” he growled wet in your ear. You shot a glance to either side of the hallway. “Come on.” you said, sliding a hand down the thick meat of his forearm and linking his hand in yours.

Beside the meeting room there was a humble supply closet. You and Loki bundled inside, closing the door as softly as you could. A nervous giggle erupted from your mouth, immediately silence by Loki’s hungry kiss. He backed you against the shelves at the far end of the closet, catching a mop before it fell without even looking in its direction.

The cleaning supplies gave a brief rattle of discontent. Your pulled at his t-shirt, the quietly expensive material that clung so perfectly to every godly inch of him sliding through your fingers. You whined into his open mouth.

The god replaced his lips with a silencing finger. He kicked your feet apart with practiced skill; the finger pulling at your bottom lip as he sank to his knees.

Loki looked up from smouldering eyes beneath a dark line of lashes, brows peaking while his hands slid up trembling thighs.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully…" he said solemnly. His eyes flashed in the way they only did when he was interrogating a suspect. An enemy. You’d told him how you almost came when you’d worked a mission together recently and seen it in action. And now, it was time to play.

Loki’s voice was commanding even through a whisper. "You’re going to cum in my mouth, darling..." he said. "I want to be absolutely dripping. Drowning. Tasting you for days. I want you to ride my tongue like its your route to freedom. Do you understand?" You nodded mutely, hand clasped over your mouth as his thighs spread wider on the tiled floor.

"And then – I’m going to fuck you." Loki murmured menacingly, dragging a manicured fingernail against the plump of your thigh- "And you’re going to take all of me, everything I have to give. And you’re going to be quiet. Do you understand?" You nodded again, a small squeak of anticipation erupting. "I’m sorry…" you whispered, unable to contain a smile of utter glee. Loki frowned disapprovingly, but the side of his mouth twitched.

He hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder. Without another word, the god reached up and guided your hands to the back of his head, pressing them into his scalp. On instinct, they tangled in his curls as his tongue met your swollen clit. You let out a shuddering sigh.

The flat of his tongue reached to the back of your slit, already sticky and desperate for him. His nose rested on your mound, disappearing and dragging back on your clit with every breathy gyration of his jaw. Loki’s hand slid to your knee, steadying it from the shakes that had begun. The other pressed up against the back of your thigh near his face, opening more of you to the leisurely lap of his tongue. One of your hands left his hair, grasping at the shelf to the side. Your head fell back, unable to take the sight of the god of mischief spread on his knees; eating your pussy with his eyes closed and his brow creased in pleasure. You thrust against his tongue, each thick stripe and suck of his expert movements making you see stars.

"Loki…" you mouthed as quietly as you could manage as your head fell forward.

He suckled at your clit in worship, filthy moans bubbling in his throat. He opened his eyes, meeting your own as he flattened his tongue and withdrew it...making sure you were watching as he slid it back between your legs. Your grip on his hair tightened.

Loki’s cock was even bigger now- fat and straining against the chinos stretched across his thighs. It twitched for freedom while your hips began to shake; your fingernails scraping against the shelf. With a silent scream, you came shamelessly on his lapping tongue. Loki didn’t stop; easing the flat gently against your pussy as he held you steady to his face.

"Loki," you panted again, patting him on the shoulder. Loki shook his head. In seconds, the crest of another orgasm ran over you like a train; heavy puffs filling the air as you tried not to create a red alert.

"Oh my god, oh my god…" you slurred under your breath, flopping into Loki’s rising body as he stood. He kept your leg elevated, hooking it around his hip. You heard the pop of his trouser buttons, felt the dip of his knees as he hoisted himself free.

"Be a good girl for me, Agent." Loki whispered with a wolfish smile. Hair fell around his face, strands sticking to the glisten coating his lips and chin. You kissed him in response, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth while your arms slid over his shoulders. Loki growled. He dragged his heavy cock between your folds, coating it. "Quiet." he ordered calmly, before bottoming out with a single thrust. It lifted you from the floor. Bottles rattled on the shelf behind, knocking into one another. Loki’s hand steadied one about to fall, his fingers gripping against the shelf when he was done. His hips lilted against your core with the tiniest of movements; stretching your cunt the way he always did. One of his pretty little staggered moans fluttered over your skin. And then, he began to thrust. Loki’s grip tightened on your bare calf, sinking into the soft flesh as he bottomed out again and again. Your fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, mounds meeting with every fuck between an obscene squelch. The scent of your cum on his mouth with every increasingly heavy breath made you clench, the t-shirt tangling beneath your grasping fingers at his back. You pulled the neckline down, sucking against his chest as his head fell back. Loki’s teeth were gritted to the ceiling, shadows carved into his cheekbones under the single fluorescent light that hung as witness. With every nailing buck of his hips, air was knocked from your lungs. But you kept your word – you were quiet; internally screaming his name as Loki of Asgard fucked you against the bleach and paper towels.

His head fell forward, slutty strands of hair sticking to a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. The effort of restraint was getting to him too, it seemed.

‘Going to cum,’ he mouthed with slanted, subby brows. You nodded, mouth hanging open. Loki’s lips crashed to yours, a force of air pummelling down your throat as he groaned his thundering climax deep into your mouth. His hips shook, the bottles behind you tumbling together. There was a thick crunch as the shelf he was gripping splintered in two. Loki broke from your kiss, moist forehead pressed to yours. He was panting heavily, Norse curses coming jumbled in breathy croaks.

"Fuck…" he choked. You slid your palms up his cheeks, pushing the hair back from his face.

"At least I was quiet," you whispered. Loki chuckled, sighing against your cheek. "This is what you do to me, woman-" he hummed, carefully returning your leg to the floor. There was a delicious throb in your pussy as his cock slid free.

You paused the work of his hand as he attempted to return it to his underwear; crouching down and sucking the remnants of arousal from the tip. He squeezed it from the base, making a fresh pearl appear. You licked it, placing a lingering kiss on the tip and looking up at him as you did it. "Fuck." the god repeated quietly. The hard K lingered.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in a dingy mirror in the corner. Cheeks flushed, makeup smeared, hair...un-salvageable. "We can’t keep doing this, Loki.’ you said decisively. ‘Steve’s not stupid."

“You asked me to come and save you from your scheduled drudgery with Rogers, so I did.” He stepped closer, drawing his nose down your temple, placing a soft kiss at the edge of your ear. “I always will,” he whispered, “you know that.” He wasn’t just talking about the meetings.

"I didn’t think you’d wear the tight v-neck, Loki…" you mumbled, trying frantically to fix your hair into some semblance of non-fucked-outness. "You know what that thing does to me." "Perhaps next time, you can assign an outfit in my possession that does not provoke this reaction," Loki purred, sliding his hands around your hips.

He kissed your neck, slow and deep; working his lips into the curve. "Personally I cannot think of one..." he whispered coyly in your ear.

A/N. Just a little note to say that my posting schedule (such as it is) is dropping slightly (actually, it already has - but I like being structured, so here we are) I'm planning to post a oneshot every two weeks for the foreseeable, at least the next few months. This will most likely be a Wednesday, as per 🤗

So, Wednesday March 13th, Wednesday March 27th and so on.

I'm balls deep in a project which I am SO EXCITED ABOUT and it's taking up a lot of time (which is great, because it's fun!) but as you know, my Loki stories and little fantasies mean the world to me and I love being involved here, it makes me really happy, so that's also very important. This way, I can manage both♥️

I know there will be no complaints, I'm aware how lucky I am to have some of the kindest, sweetest readers around. I just wanted to solidify The Plan™️. I'm still here in between posting dates with my usual nonsense obv, no change there 🤣🕵️

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[simplyholl]

Frozen Stiff

Summary: Captured by the Frost Giants, your time on Jotunheim gets interesting.

Pairing: Jotun Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Loss of virginity. Size kink. Somnophilia.

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You really did it this time. Your father instructed everyone stay in their homes this night. Loki, king of the Frost Giants had warned your father, King Erik, king of the elves that he would be coming through Alfheim. If anyone was caught outside, they would be considered an enemy, and taken prisoner.

Your father’s royal decree had went in one ear and out the other. You were considered a trouble maker. Not because of anything you had done consciously. Trouble seemed to follow wherever you went. You were so unlike your sister, the future queen of Alfheim, and no one let you forget that.

She was tucked away safely in her chambers with the door locked. Here you were, hiding in the bushes outside the palace. You wanted to get a good look at the Frost Giants. You had never seen one in person, and you didn’t think the view from your chambers would do them any justice.

Loud footsteps echoed throughout the forest as they stomped through. The trees were shaking with each step they took, the force of their large bodies leaving holes in the ground where they walked. They were approaching quickly. You really should run back in the palace, but you were frozen. The first few Jotuns walk by and you’re stunned.

They are even bigger than you imagined. Then you see him, King Loki. He struts through and a wild thought comes to you. He’s beautiful. You had always been taught that the Frost Giants were ugly beasts that would take misbehaving children in the night. They seemed nice enough. King Loki had even given your father warning before passing through. He and the last three giants walk passed you and you count the seconds before you can run back inside.

Woof

You look beside you terrified. Your sister’s dog, Arnie, pants beside you, tail wagging.

Woof

He barks again. You grab him, trying your best to shush him. But it’s too late. He’s gained their attention. They turn back around, looking toward the bushes you are hiding in. You sink lower to the ground, trying to shove your body under the bush. You close your eyes, hoping if you can’t see them, they can’t see you.

But their footsteps shake the ground as they come closer. “What have we here?” One of them growls, picking you up with one hand. “We found a spy, your highness.”

“Bring him to me.” King Loki demands. You squeak as you are dropped from one huge hand into another. You shiver, the temperature of his skin is colder than you could have imagined. “Not a he, but a she.” He says amused, as he looks closely at you.

“What are you doing out here, little mouse? I warned your king that we would take anyone we found outside prisoner.” You swallow, trying to seem braver than you felt. “My father, King Erik, he did command the whole village to stay inside, your highness. I was simply curious and I wanted to see you for myself.”

Loki looks at you in the palm of his hand, amusement dancing on his features. “Your father, the king? So that makes you a princess? Are you the heir to the throne?” You shake your head. “No, your highness, that would be my sister.” You introduce yourself hoping it will get you out of this situation.

“A princess for a prisoner. What an interesting day it’s turning out to be.” He sneers. “No, wait!” You protest. He closes his hand around you, silencing you. When you arrive in Jotunheim, you are brought to a room with a giant bed, huge fluffy pillows, and a roaring fireplace. King Loki places you on the bed.

“This isn’t normally how I treat my prisoners, but you are still a princess. As long as you obey me, you may stay in this room and avoid the dungeon. You are free to walk around, and I will let everyone know that no harm is to come to you. Am I understood?”

“Yyyyesss” You stutter, you had been freezing the entire trip. You run to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together in an effort to get warm. Loki studies you, his red eyes lingering on your sheer nightgown. You really didn’t plan on getting captured when you went out, so you didn’t bother with putting on a proper dress.

You regret that decision now as his gaze lands on your breasts, heaving on your shaking form. He could see everything through the nightgown, and he was already looking, so you didn’t bother with attempting to cover yourself. “I’ll have someone make you proper clothing. In the meantime, there are extra blankets in the closet.” He walks out, leaving you with your thoughts.

Months had passed and you were settling into your new home. No one treated you like a prisoner, and you decided for once in your life to stay out of trouble. You had been given a job in the palace kitchen and you were making new friends. You were actually starting to like it here.

You giggle as your closest friend Marta, asks about your sex life. As a princess, you had to save yourself for whoever your father chose for you. You knew very little about the act itself. But Marta filled you in. She answered every question you had without judging you, and she even gave you some tips. The most shocking part was learning that a male might want to kiss you between your thighs. Marta told you there was nothing like it, so you couldn’t help fantasizing about it the rest of the day. When you laid your head down to rest, your tried to think of more questions for Marta.

The door to your room squeaked open. King Loki walked in, shutting it behind him. He gently removed the blankets from your sleeping form. You were wearing the nightgown from the first night you met him. He reaches out, his long finger grazing your nipple. The chill from his skin causing it to harden under his touch. You sigh from his attention, but don’t wake up. He carefully spreads your legs, laying down between them. His cold tongue meets your center, and you buck your hips toward him. He takes this as an invitation, long tongue lapping between your thighs.

You jump up, searching your room for him, but he’s not there. It was all a dream. You confide in Marta about it and she says it must be your conversation. It made its way into your subconscious. But you didn’t talk to Marta about it the next night when you had it or the next night. Weeks had passed and still, you had the same dream every night. It made it awkward for you when you had to serve King Loki his meals.

“King Loki has requested you serve his dessert in his chambers.” Marta told you, handing you the tray piled high with pastries, cakes, and fruit. You knock on his door, waiting for his instruction to enter. When he calls for you to come in, you bow to him. “My king, I’ve brought your dessert.” He’s propped up on his bed, gesturing for you to place it on a table by the window.

He’s so big, he nearly takes up all the room on the large bed. His muscled blue form has been the object of your fantasies for a while now. “Remove your dress, and get on the bed.” He demands. You drop the metal tray on the table. “Excuse me, your highness. I must have misheard you.”

He pats the bed, “You heard correctly, little mouse. I know you desire me. You dream of me every night. I’m only rewarding your good behavior.” You fight the urge to pinch yourself. You must be dreaming. “How did you know about that?” You manage to mumble. “I know all, little one. You can hide nothing from me.”

He beckons you with his thick finger. You do as he instructed, removing your dress and getting on the bed with him. He lifts you with one hand, hovering you above his face. “Wha- what are you doing?” You stammer. “I’m having my dessert.” He quips placing you on his mouth. His long, cold tongue covers your center. You shiver from the chill. His velvety muscle curls beneath your clit, flicking it.

He treats you like a porcelain doll, holding you as if you might break. He could easily crush you without trying. You really were like his own personal doll. He enters your untouched flesh with his tongue, rocking you back and forth on it. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, trying to ground yourself. He drinks you like it’s water, the icy muscle tipping you over the edge, making your toes curl.

He suddenly tosses you on your back, his bulky form trapping you beneath him. He settles between your thighs. They start aching as he spreads them as wide as he can. It’s still not wide enough to accommodate him. So he pushes your knees to your chest, his gigantic cock nudging your center.

The thought of ruining such a small, delicate woman driving him mad with lust. “I’ll split you in half, little mouse. You would like that wouldn’t you?” Your still dazed from your orgasm, so you only hum in response. “My sweet princess is cock drunk and she hasn’t had any cock yet.” You nod, reaching for him. “I am the first to touch you, correct?” Another hum to confirm.

You gasp when he dips a large finger inside you, curling it upwards. “I have to get you ready.” He explains. As he works his skilled finger inside you, you rock your hips, hungry for more. You whine as he removes his digit from you, but you’re not left wanting for long. He thrusts into you, and you scream. He stretches you, and you try to adjust to his size. You feel him bottom out and you wiggle to get more comfortable.

Tears fall down your cheeks, the stinging not subsiding. “My poor princess. I’m too much for her. It’s only the tip, my sweet girl.” He gently traces the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach. Loki presses on it. “I can see myself protruding out of your stomach, little one. Do you know how feral that makes me? Such a small creature struggling to take the head of my cock.”

He tilts his hips, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Goosebumps line your arms when you feel his breath on your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, my little princess. You feel incredible. I’ll keep you forever, my little plaything.” You whimper at his words, a gush of arousal soaking him. He moans, looking at your fucked out expression. He wraps his enormous hand around your waist, thrusting you down on him, faster.

Loki roars as he releases inside you. He pulls out, spreading your now limp legs. “I want to see me dripping out of you.” He lowers his head, black tresses covering your stomach as his icy tongue laps at you once more. “What a delicious mess you made.” He coos.

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[chaostroberry1]

Heyy how are you? I want to make a request of Anubis with a mortal child-Reader (platonically) that accidentally got lost around Valhalla. I just need something sweet for my day, Thank you👋

Hello! This is so cute 💕 writing this at night and I'm so close to passing out. I'm so sorry if it's too short.

°•Platonic Anubis and lost!child!reader��°

- Anubis had been walking to the meeting room of the gods, before stumbling across a mini creature. What was a small little thing doing, wandering around such a dangerous place like this? Any normal person would try to alert the nymphs or servants, but not Anubis!

- This mini human was his buddy bestie now. No room for objection. He's always wanted a mini baby human sibling! Okay, maybe he only realized he wanted one after seeing you. I bet he'd pick you up curiously, tilting his head and smelling you like he was an actual dog. Before he quickly lit up and started jumping around with you in his grasp.

"whoa!! A mini human!! Hey there little buddy!!! I'm Anubis! What's your name??"

- He brought you with him to the meeting room, just to boast about you. Receiving comments from the other gods to put you away or maybe even kill you. But he growled at them angrily, making them back off.

*growling noises*....no! This mini human is my baby sibling!! We are related from this point on!!"

- Odin just sighed in defeat, while Loki joined in the fun and poked you tiny cheeks. Even manipulating the liquid in his cup to float around for you to watch and giggle about.

- So now, you have two big brother figures, who have no idea where the hell you came from, but still decided to take care of you anyway

- I can just imagine them having no clue on how to tend to your needs, especially as a kid. While thor just chas you sit on his arm and buys you icecream 😭.

Anubis randomly goes on all fours and asks you to play catch with him, making you throw a stick for him to catch. Like, wow, okay. He'd bring you to saunas or hot bath's, yapping about all the cool things he can do with the bubbles and how he can make a huge bubble with his mouth.

You just gotta sit there and listen. Mf is just really happy right now you need to accept it. This is your life now. Just try to savour the good moments where you can sleep well at night without some grown man barking and acting up at night. Like an actual dog.

The gods have tried to tell him multiple times to return you to your caretaker or whoever was in charge of you, but he would not budge, and refused to give you back.

He really liked having a baby sibling to play catch with. And look after. Cause he is a very cool and amazing big brother. So don't expect to go home any time soon. --

[sassypossum]

Unexpected

Loki x Reader • enemies to lovers

You never asked to be put on assignment with the one being you can't stand, and you certainly didn't ask to be called a shrew...

“Whatever anomaly you thought was out here Stark, is gone, if it ever was here.” Leaning forward in his chair, Loki pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Huh, my sensors have never been wrong before.” Tony’s voice crackled through the responder.

“I’m telling you there isn’t anything out here.” Loki hissed into the microphone again.

“You win some you lose some I guess, bring her on home, Reindeer games.” Flicking off the switch, Loki rolled his eyes at the nickname. He’d always found Stark’s pension for absurd names taxing. Turning towards the window of the shuttle Loki took a moment to observe as stars and meteors whirred past them through the expanse of space. Flipping a switch, Loki placed the craft on autopilot and leaned back in his chair.  and   Tap, tap. Loki closed his eyes and shifted in his seat.  Tap, tap.

“Can you please stop.” Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Turning in your seat you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Stop what?” Tap, tap. Loki’s eyes drifted to the pen in your hand.

“That incessant clicking.” Raising a brow, you rubbed the top of the pen and gave him a sly grin.

“Does it bother you, Loki?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back towards the monitor in front of you. Loki leaned back in his chair and regarded you suspiciously. As the seconds ticked by, and you did nothing more than reach for one of the tablets, Loki closed his eyes and relished the silence. Tap, tap.

“Honestly, Y/N.” Loki leapt from his chair and towered over you. “Is it absolutely necessary for you to make that awful noise.” You slowly placed down your pen and folded your arms. Leaning forward in your chair, you came nose to nose with Loki and challenged his glower with an equally scathing look of your own.

“Maybe.” It had been like this ever since the two had met. You couldn’t recall a single time that you’d seen eye to eye or agreed on anything. Raising a brow, you took in his measure and smirked. A muscle twitched in his jaw, and fire flashed in his eyes. Yes, you’d been at each other like cats and dogs since the beginning, and as far as you were concerned, it could stay like that.

“You know what you are, Y/N?” Loki eased back, folding his arms. You felt your confidence waiver as you watched his features go bland. Though his face remained impassive, it was the spark in his eyes that brought you to your feet in challenge.

“What, Loki?” The pair were so lost in your irritation that youfailed to notice a blip on the screen.

“A shrew.” He whispered leaning closer. Your jaw dropped and you took a step back.

“I’m sorry, did you just call me a shrew?!

“If the shrew fits.” Loki grinned down at you. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Placing a hand over his heart, he shook his head before looking back up at you slowly. “I do believe the expression goes, ‘if the shoe fits.” Folding your arms, you barked out a laugh.

“Oh, yeah, well, Loki, you know what you are?”

“I’m dying to know.” Loki chuckled in amusement. Stepping closer so you were chest to chest, you glanced down at where your arms almost touched and leaned your head back and narrowed your eyes until they were practically slits. Leaning forward, he all but brushed your nose with his. “I’m waiting, darling.” A hitching sound in your throat drew his attention from your eyes to your lips. He’d never noticed how soft they looked. He wondered how they might feel against his…

“You’re a pain in my-“A piercing whistle split the air around you, drawing you out of your little trance. The shuttle began violently shaking, and you locked eyes with Loki just before the lights flickered out. Taking in your frantic expression, Loki reached out towards you.

“Y/N, take my hand!” Stretching out his hand, he shouted over the rattling sound of something pelting the hull of the shuttle. Your eyes flickered towards the ceiling before locking back on Loki. He stood with his hand outstretched, face firmed into a reassuring expression. Feeling the shuttle lurch sharply to the left, you blindly fished for his hand. A strong grip enfolded your hand just as the shuttle lurched to the right, sending you straight into the admittedly firm form of your cabin mate.  You’d hardly had time to think about the warm arms that were wrapped around you before the cabin was engulfed in a bright light.

Loki tensed, wrapping his arms more tightly about you. Burying your face in his shoulder, you wrapped your own arms about his waist and clung to him. The light seemed to be growing brighter, and as it brightened, a strange sensation flowed through your body. Peeling your face away from his shirt, you looked into Loki’s eyes to see your own panic mirrored in his.

“Did you,” He nodded wordlessly.  With a final rattle, the bright light dissipated, and the shuttle came violently to a stop. It wasn’t until the lights began to flicker back on and the alarms stopped that either of you realized that you were still wrapped around each other. Jumping apart, each of you attempted to correct your appearances. Turning away, you fiddled with the buttons on your shirt, all the while keenly aware of Loki’s eyes on you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” His voice was laced with concern.

“Fine.” Clearing your throat, you rested a hand on the back of your chair and began examining the monitors. Still sensing that he hadn’t taken his eyes off you, tentatively you turned and looked at him over your shoulder. A lump caught in your throat at the blank look on his face. “Are you fine?”

“Perfectly.” His eyes met yours again. Something new flickered in his eyes, and while you weren’t exactly sure what it was, it started something flickering in your stomach, and you didn’t like that.

“Don’t look at me like that.” That might have come out more sharply than you’d intended. Wincing, you turned away to look back at the monitors.

“Look at you like what?”

“Never mind, Loki.” Leaning over the back of the chair, you squinted at something blipping on the screen.

“I’ll not be brushed off like an insect, Y/N.” Loki hissed, wrapping his fingers around your arm and spinning you so that you were once again nose to nose. “Like what?” Narrowing your eyes, you glanced at his grip on your arm and jerked free of him.

“Loki? Y/N? Are you there?” Turning away again, you fumbled for the transmitter microphone.

“Tony, we’re here.” A relieved sigh could be heard from the other side.

“Thank God, are you alright?” Glancing over your shoulder you noticed Loki had taken up his position at the controls.

“Yeah, we should be back in a couple of hours.” Another sigh.

“See you then.” Flipping the switch, you leaned back in your chair and swiveled to look at Loki.

“Loki,” Holding up a hand he turned towards you.

“I am too exhausted for anymore of your prattle.”

“My prattle? What is that supposed to mean, Loki.”

“Y/N.” Ignoring the warning note in his voice, you rose from your chair, and along with you rose your voice.

“No, you know what, you’ve been on my case for months now.” Rushing forward you stopped short before him and jabbed a finger in his face. “What’s your problem, Odinson.” Loki looked cooly from your finger to your firey expression.

“Agent L/N, right now my problem is you and your soul sucking attempts at an argument.” Now it was his turn to rise from his seat. Taking a step forward, he pushed you back with his form looming menacingly over yours. Retreating you dropped into your chair. “Now, as to your problem, Agent L/N,” Pausing, Loki leaned forward resting his arm on the back of your chair.

“My problem?” You blinked incredulously, tensing as he brought his face centimeters from yours. The dark grin that crossed his face did nothing to ease your worries.

“Your problem, Agent,” You bristled when he brought his thumb to graze over your bottom lip. Watching the motion of his finger’s path, Loki continued. “Is that you clearly haven’t, shall we say, had your rice cooked in a while.” Pulling back, he gave you a triumphant smile. Flexing your jaw, you felt your face go florid.

“Loki Odinson are you suggesting that my problem is,” Sputtering, you couldn’t finish the sentiment.

“That you need a good romp in the sheets, darling, but as I said, that’s your problem.” Folding his arms, Loki shrugged and grinned again. Jumping from your seat you met him toe to toe and crossed your arms.

“And I suppose you think you’re the answer to my problem?” Loki’s eyes danced with amusement as he leaned towards you.

“Darling, I would dance for our colleagues in the nude while singing bawdy tavern songs before I would put my cock in you.”

“Why I never,” You sputtered.

“That’s obvious.” After several attempts to open and close you mouth with no sound coming out, you huffed and stomped back to your seat. Thankfully the next two hours passed with no more words exchanged between you. As soon as your shuttle landed, you stormed through the doors without a second look at Loki.

“Y/N!” You tensed before being lifted off the ground into a back breaking hug by Thor.

“Thor.” Gasping for air, you tapped several times on your friend’s arm. Quickly he placed you on the ground but didn’t completely release you.

“Duchess, glad to see you made it back in one piece.” Tony walked towards the shuttle, glancing up at you from his tablet.

“Glad to be back in one piece.” Glancing towards the shuttle you noticed Loki exiting and quickly averted your gaze.

“Once you two get cleared by Bruce, we’ll need to go over what happened up there.” Against your will, your eyes flickered back to Loki only to find his already trained on you.

“I’d like for those interviews to be separate if that’s all the same to you, Tony.” You gave Loki a final scathing look before turning back to Tony. Furrowing his brows, he tucked the tablet under his arm and hooked a hand into his pants pocket.

“Everything okay?” Again you glared at Loki.

“Ask him.” Turning you started towards the lab, Thor hot on you trail.

“Everything looks fine.” Bruce unwound the pressure cuff from your arm.

“The ‘zing’ I felt when the bright light flashed through the cabin?” You paused from swinging your legs over the edge of the med bed and cocked your head to the side. Folding the pressure cuff, Bruce stopped to look up at you.

“I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but if you develop new symptoms, come back to see me, okay?” Nodding your head, you gave him a warm smile.

“So I’m gonna live, doc?” Bruce chuckled.

“I’m afraid so, Y/N.” Groaning playfully, you swung off the side of the med bed, and as your feet hit the floor, Loki came strolling into the lab. Bristling, you diverted your attention back towards Bruce.

“Thanks, Bruce.”

“Of course, Y/N.” He’d turned his attention back to writing something on a clipboard. Averting your eyes, you started to pass Loki when you were overcome with a wave of lightheadedness.

“Careful, Y/N.” Loki whispered, reaching out to steady you with a hand on your arm. Narrowing your eyes up at him, you jerked away from his touch and staggered.

“You stay away from me, Odinson, and I’ll stay away from you.” Gritting your teeth, you pressed a hand to your head and glared at him.

"Fine by me." He hissed, clenching his fist by his side. Loki watched as you attempted to march out of the lab on unstable legs.

“By the Norns, Loki, what did you do to vex her so?” Thor broke the silence, sliding up behind his brother.

“It’s rude to eavesdrop, Thor.” Loki folded his arms and kept a concerned eye trained on your retreating form as the lab doors flapped shut.

[unluckilyimnot]

do you know who much am i in love with tsundere man ???

i wanna kiss raichi's face sooo bad, with lipstick on, all over his face, until he tripped over his words and is all blushyy

don't forget cuddles and sitting on his lap like AAAAA

i love your loki and sae's making out writings btw 🫶 can u do the same thing but with raichi but in this version?

making out - raichi, isagi

mlist || rules || requests are open :)

note : thank you sm for your request, both of you ! they're so cute, as you should queen (in a neutral way) i love them a loooot too. i post this Isagi one at the same time bc i did them with a similar vibe

I've been busy these day im sorry ! And I have a busy weekend as well with my gf so I'll do as much as I can today and post it later !

Raichi acts tough but deep down he knows he can’t fool anyone when you order him around.  You two invited some of your friends over tonight to have a nice dinner together and you kept calling his name to get things done. He tried to boss around a little at the beginning, saying he was talking with the tip of his ears red but you just had to whine a little please for him to be by your side in a second. He's the grumpy type, but still ready to help whenever he's asked  to. 

He spent the whole night eyeing you from head to toes. His hand lingering on your thigh below the table and your seemingly innocent gaze let him know you get where he wanna go. He's a little impatient but that's nothing you can't handle.

When you finally say goodbye to your last friends, you stretch your back as soon as the door is closed. 'What a night' you thought, excepting Raichi around you but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps to the kitchen to find him cleaning up a little. Leaning against the door frame, you stared at him until he noticed you.

"You're less clingy suddenly." You spoke as soon as his eyes lay on you, a cute smile on your lips. Lips that got his attention all night. He shook his head, muttered things you couldn't understand but still amused. 

"Come on, leave all of this. I'll take care of that tomorrow." Taking his head in yours, you dragged him along your bedroom and kindly pushed him on the bed. "You weren't that concerned about the dishes earlier," you whisper in his ear, slowly taking a seat in his laps.

Cuddling up against him, you played with his hair while debriefing the night with him. Your arms lay around his neck and, despite his red cheeks, his hands finally hold you closer, rubbing your back in a needy way. His eyes on your lips once again, you're sure it's already messed up so you don't mind making it worse. 

When Raichi finally cuts your chat by kissing you like he wanted all night, the shadow of a satisfied grin on your lips. You broke the kiss and chuckled. 

"What's so funny ?" He barked like he always does, making you laugh even more. 

"Nothing, you're just cute." You answered, shutting him up with a kiss before he can argue. Pecking his face over and over again, all over his face not without leaving a red tint at the same time. His poor soul can't even speak a full sentence without stutter before grabbing your face and kissing you again. 

You deepen the kiss instantly, done joking around and finally into it. You put his hands back on your back and thigh, feeling his short nails digging into your skin and you're here for it. It's intoxicating, you're lost in the way his tongue licks your lips, making you smile. You didn't realize how both of you wanted it too until now. 

Your hand slowly drawing circles on his shoulders, you were thinking when you could finally take his shirt off when you felt his hands coming closer to the zip of your dress. He started pulling it down, exposing your bare back for him and only him. You glared at him in an amused way. 

“I'm helping you.” He defended, putting his hands away from you to try to annoy you in some way. You shook your head with a loud chuckle. 

“Go ahead.” you said before pushing him down on the bed, kissing him again. 

Isagi is too cute for his own good, you’re sure of it. He can’t be rude to save his life. Well, besides football. With you he’s a sweetheart, always saying yes to anything you ask, even the weirdest things. So you like to mess with him a little. A sly smile forms on your lips before you hand your phone away.

“Yoichi I wanna try something !” you cheered, leaning on his shoulder, taking a look at his phone. He wasn’t really doing anything, only scrolling through his social media.

“What is it ?” he’s used to that, you wanted to try silly thing you saw on internet. You’re always after him to try tiktok trend, he’s sure it’s that once again. You grinned, taking his phone from his hands and tossing it nearly yours before sitting in his laps. You already got him gulped hard. Not that he’s not used to it, it’s even a position you like to cuddle but something in his mind tells him that’s not related to cuddle.

His hands find your waist, laying there comfortably, waiting for your next move. You get closer, your chest flat against his and you take his warm cheeks between your hands. He blinks a few times, already anticipating but flustered at the same time - not trusting that smile of yours. You cradle his face a little, pitching his cheeks and leaving small pecks here and there, on his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips.

“What do you wanna tryyy ?” he whined trying to escape the kisses attack but you shush him quickly, kissing him seriously this time. He takes some time to melt into the kiss, pulling you closer. You shiver at the coldness of his cold hands crawling under your shirt, meeting your warm skin and you smile in the process. His hands go up and down, smoothing your skin, grabbing it a little too hard from time to time, making you moan but mostly chuckle.

“You’re so cute Yoichi.” you purred in the middle of the kiss, leaving small pecks on the corner of his lips.

“Am I ?” he grinned, happy to realize one more time the effect he has on you. It’s easier for you to know how he feels so he appreciates it when you vocalize it. You can already feel him hard under your weight and decided it wasn’t too early to grind on him, wanting him so bad already. Just so he knew, you know.

Taking this as a green light, his lips started going down your neck to your shoulders, kissing it all the way, biting from time to time just to feel your hand pulling his hair at the tingling sensation. He loves that a lot, sometimes he’s a little brutal just for you to pull his hair or scratch his skin at the pleasure. He likes to mess around too, not that he’ll tell you. He likes the way your gaze darkens when he acts innocent. He has his way.

Coming back to kiss you after almost eating your shoulder, one of his hands stays on your hip, encouraging you to move in a back and forth motion ; hoping he will not be the first one to ask for more. But deep down, he knows he won’t or else you wouldn’t almost be riding him already. You were the desperate one this time, but it’s ok. He likes to take care of you.  

I hope you liked it ! ♡

[mischiefmaker615]

Heads Will Roll

Rating: R

Summary: Teasing Loki gives you what you want, but not what you bargained for. 

Requested by: @lokislilkitten

You skipped down the halls in a giddy state, a smile on your face and determination to find your boyfriend Loki to ask your daily, repetitive question you tried so hard to get him to respond positively to.. at least, in your favor.

He was most likely in his “office” as you call it, always hustling about with papers or sending out orders of some sorts. You never were really allowed to be around when he was in his state of “barking” as you would tease. He never got mad at your teases or nicknames, and frankly it was your favorite thing to do to entertain yourself while you waited for his full attention. Without it, you usually read books in the rooms you were allowed into and not many people would talk to you to truly be called a friend.. not with straight answers anyway. Not that you needed to talk to them, everyone was strange anyway and Loki was all you needed..

As you neared the last door in the hall- your eyes having to adjust to the dark lighting, though random light flickering making It hard to do so- you gave a brief knock before poking your head in with your eyes lighting up.

Loki sat on the ground as he placed his scepter aside, taking a deep breath as he seemed to have calmed himself from whatever he had been doing, trickles of sweat shown on his forehead. He must have gotten frustration again so you quietly went over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, his shoulders instantly relaxing as your chin rested on top of his head.

‘’angry again?’’

‘’of some sorts.’’ He sighed as he closed his eyes, feeling you press yourself up against his back which didn’t exactly help himself relax.

‘’what happened?’’ you tried, knowing he never told you anything about his troublesome moments but figure you try helping regardless by letting him vent.. or feel like he had someone to vent to.

‘’we don’t ask questioned kitten, you know that’’ he gently warned and rested his hands against your arms, his thumbs rubbing against your smooth skin.

You tried. Same result whenever you tried asking anything personal of some sorts. But he always was fine in the end, so you didn’t push him as you moved yourself around sank to your knees so you could look at him properly, your hands resting against his cheeks as you offered him a reassuring smile and decided to change the subject to try to cheer him up. ‘’so.. I’ve been thinking..’’

‘’oh?’’

‘’how about we.. get some fresh air, get your mind off things- work, it’s healthy to take a break.’’ You offered and he rested his hands upon yours.

‘’you know there’s far much work to do-‘’

‘’even for just one night- a couple hours? I grow restless..’’ you sighed and your eyes wonder off.

‘’I suppose the activities I provide you aren’t enough?’’

‘’they’re repetitive, it’s nice for a change of pace sometimes..’’ you urge and bit your lip, deciding to beg in your own way the way you know how to get it- most of the time. you lean forward and begin kissing his neck, earning a low growl from his throat as you feel him tilt his head to give you more access as you proceed. ‘’just for a couple of hours.. you and me.. the others won’t talk to me no matter how much I try to make a friend so I need you more than ever..’’ you probably shouldn’t have teased him about talking to others, he was usually the jealous type and even now, as usual, his grip on you tightened ever so slightly so you quickly add, ‘’you’re all I need anyway..’’

���’mmm’’ Loki thought as his hands dragged down your sides, pulling you to straddle him, his hands gripping your hips as you nipped at his skin. ‘’and what do I get in return for your request?’’ his voice is dangerous, almost his tone itself warned you about how he felt with you talking to others.

You smirk against his skin and pull back to look at him with big puppy eyes. ‘’the best night of your life?’’

Loki smirked, knowing each night was practically that with you but he enjoyed watching you try hard to change his stubborn mind. It practically made his cock twitch each time you did, even though you both knew who really was in charge.

‘’I’ll think about it love, now run along and I’ll see you soon.’’ He said gently and stood, picking you up with his grip on your ass before setting you down and turned you to the door before he could see you pout.

~~~

It wasn’t until the next day he had answered your request! With very few instructions, you scampered around your room and slipped on a tight, knee high black dress, heels and you thanked the gods you were having a good hair day.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, loving how he actually said yes to your request regardless of how busy you knew he was. It was finally happening after pretty much asking him every damn day to go out and have fun! He had asked you what particular thing you had in mind and you had told him you wished to go clubbing, drinks, dancing and all to help loosen you both up from these past few weeks of the hard work he has been doing.. whatever it was he was doing.

The knock at your door had you jump out of your thoughts and you stood just as the door had opened to see Loki standing there, handsome and sporting his all-black suit. Your eyes explored him just as much as his own dragged along your body in hunger and lust as he took a step forward.

‘’norns darling.. are you sure you wish to leave this bedroom tonight?’’ he teased as he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, making you blush and giggle as you joined his side for him to lead. Regardless of how long you’ve been together.. however long its been.. he never stopped being a gentleman.

‘’things can always be cut short out there if need be.’’ You smile and press your chest to his arm as he leads you out, his body stiff by the move and you could almost see him grow hard from the corner of your eye. Teasing him as made itself a hobby and most nights were usually cut short anyway.. because of you.

As you both pass down the halls, others would pass in a hurried pace- nothing new when it was Loki passing but you figured they just didn’t want to be around your PDA you tended to do when you were around your boyfriend. The holding hands, flirting and sexual teases tended to get out of hand by you and you almost forgot manners whenever you were around him. you couldn’t help it! you loved him just so damn much..

‘’we’re here darling’’ he beamed as he stopped by a door after passing several dark halls and you raised a brow in confusion. Weren’t you leaving the building? Take a car? Something?

‘’where-‘’

He opened the door to reveal a nightclub inside, as if it were something out of wonderland. Inside there was loud pop music, colorful lights and flashes, several people and couples on the dance floor, a bar and- everything! Your smile widened and you almost jumped in excitement, earning a chuckle as he led you in. his magic must have made the door into a portal or something..

‘’shall we dear,’’

‘’oh Loki- thank you! This is just what I needed’’ you half tease as you look around wondering what to do first as if you both were at a fair.

‘’how about a drink first love.’’ He offered and took your hand as he led you over to the bar. He was sure to make sure he navigated you both safety through the dancing crowd, his arm staying close to his body to keep you closer to him, especially whenever he passed by a man who wasted not a second to gaze upon you.

‘’I’ll trust your judgement’’ he chuckled, his body relaxing once you two were safely at the bar but he angled his chair so his body was more behind you than beside you- acting as a wall for unwanted eyes.

His protective acts never went unnoticed and your grip in his hand tightened briefly in an nonverbal thank you. Knowing you were more knowledgeable on Midgardian booze than he did, you decided on something both strong and fruity- the dangerous kind.

As you both indulge, your conversations took the same pattern. Half the time he wished to talk more about your life, memories and enjoyments.. as alcohol took more of control he even talked more on sexual topics. At the same time, you tried doing the same but he would only give vague past memories and his upbringing but his work or anything to current.. the conversation topic would be changed. You would mind it if you weren’t drinking or trying to relish in the new setting you finally got.

Its been so long since.. well, fun! That you couldn’t help but not pace yourself and soon you were feeling more of the effects of alcohol. Of course, this was a good confidence booster and you got up from your chair when a good song was being played in the back ground and slowly moved yourself towards the center of the room, your eyes rarely straying away from your lover.

Loki with amusement, raised a brow as you stood, his eyes showing a bit of how the booze was treating him but of course, a god would need more than that to really be loose and crazy as you. Dancing to the music, you moved slow and sexual and knowing fully well Loki was watching everything as your hands ran over your body and you bit your lip.

You swayed your hips and flipped your hair as the music played on, sending flirtatious looks over to Loki who gazed at you with a smirk but his eyes told you more. He was hungry, growing lustful and a danger entered the room as he stood and placed his drink down after downing it quickly.

Turning around to show off more of your ass, you pretended you didn’t know he was there until you felt his hands run along your hips and pulled you against him so you could see just how much your dancing was affecting him.

‘’do you have any idea what you do to me darling..’’ he purred in your ear, hearing him whisper even with the loud music in the air.

‘’hard to tell..’’ you tease with an innuendo as you grind on him as you danced, your back pressing against his chest and ass to his bulge as he followed the way your hips swayed by moving with you.

His fingers gripped your hips, running up and down your sides slowly as the dress material seemed a lot thinner than you remember. It was as if you could feel his body heat through his finger tips alone as he slapped your ass before spinning you around to hold your hips against him as you continue dancing.

The sudden movement made you squeak a bit, earning a following smile as you wrap your arms around his neck to gaze into his eyes.

‘’you are so beautiful.. so mine..’’ he whispered as he kissed your neck, earning a moan as you bit your lip and tilt your head to give him more access before he spins you around again.

You hide a pout by the lack of his lips before you feel his hands glide down and ghost under the bottom of your short dress. Your cheeks redden as your hands rest at his wrists, pushing them down with no progress against his gods strength so his fingers could ghost up your thigh, leaning forward so his chest was against your back and you were at a slight hunch position before you felt him smirk against your hair.

‘’I see you followed my instructions exactly pet.. no undergarments to be in my way..’’ he whispered and nibbled at your ear lobe as you tried to think straight through his advances and the alcohol hitting.

‘’yeah well I didn’t exactly know you were trying to get it on here- we just arrived didn’t we?’’ not really an answer to that question, you take a step forward to get a bit of distance so the night can get back on track but an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against him. you knew Loki didn’t necessarily like being denied, but it wasn’t a total rejection, you just wanted a more appropriate place-

‘’you wished for a change of pace darling, a moment to take your mind off of other things, I am merely doing that for the both of us’’ he smirked, your hands trying to pry his arm with no success.

‘’for one more than the other’’ you say a little to sarcastically as you feel his other hand glide down and lift your dress ever so slightly so his hand can cup your sex. This made you jump out of your skin as you glance around at the people dancing around you.

‘’Loki- not here!’’ you hiss as they continued dancing around you, no stares yet as your eyes darted everywhere and tried not to stumble as you tried squirming in your high heels.

Loki merely lifted you ever so slightly so you wouldn’t lose balance and also to help immobilize you as the pads of his finger tips began rubbing at your clit in slow small circles. ‘’why not? Isn’t it a normal Midgardian activity, especially in this type of facility where sexual needs and moods are heightened by the influence of alcohol and music?’’ he smirked as he felt you shutter as you tried to remain serious.

‘’maybe for perverts but most of the time decent people take their leave elsewhere-‘’ you scold as you tremble by the pleasure that begins to seep in while you try to grip his wrist.

‘’mm unless you have forgotten darling, I’m not decent. And considering everywhere else we fuck, I’d say this is the perfect change of pace for us both’’ he chuckled as his movements quickened, grinding his bulge against your ass at the same time to match his rhythm.

‘’L-Loki- there could be people staring..’’ you whine in defeat as your grip gives up on removing his.

‘’let them stare darling, they only wish they were us’’ he smirked as he dipped a finger into your cunt then, all the way to the knuckle slowly before he began a slow and teasing rhythm while his thumb still paid attention to your clit. This earned a moan from your lips, trying to focus and not focus as you bit your lip.

‘’Loki.. we need to sto-‘’ his hand removed itself from your waist and covered your mouth, keeping your head tilted up to the lights while it rest at his shoulder. Your hands flew up to try to uncover it while his other hand still worked between your thighs and you felt his chest sigh.

‘’always so needy darling, I’ve given what you’ve asked for now enough while I take what I always ask for’’ he growled, beginning to drag his lips against your neck and jaw while you closed your eyes so the lights above wouldn’t blind you.

The music almost seemed deafening now, a ringing in your ears as things moved in slow motion while he plunged into your sex with now a hurried pace, curling his two digits now while your clit continuously got caressed. 

It wasn't until he thrust into you, you realized he had already removed his fingers and hadn't given you a second chance in thought at his switch. he held you close against him as he grinded himself into you, his thrusts not missing a beat as he hit all the right places. you tried not to enjoy it, to still be mad, but you'd be a liar if you said he wasn't good at this. he had you at his mercy, pounding into you all the way to his hilt and teasing you as he pulled out to the tip before ramming you again. 

Perhaps this all would have been fun but not now, not here, not like this.. this wasn’t supposed happen, not here, and not with now people throwing blank stares where her eyes asked for help but their blue eyes seemed to just glow back at her.

Blue eyes.. all of them.. blue eyes.. just like-

Your eyes squeezed shut as your cunt clenched down on his fingers as your orgasm hit, digging your nails into his wrist and arm as he continued to pump for you to ride it out, cumming on his hand as held your breath. It all would have felt magical, and apart of you felt like you were floating, but reality had you blinking to clear your vision as your legs shook as he set you back down.

‘’good girl.. good girl darling, you shall always cum for me..’’ he whispered as he kissed at your jawline with his hand at your hip to help steady you, your cunt tingly as you felt his seidr clean you up. ‘’tell me,’’ he smirked and released you then, you stumbling a bit before turning around to face him with a deep breaths.

‘’what sort of monster would i become should you ever leave me..''

‘’what the hell is wrong with you?!’’ you snap in utter shock, your voice breathy as you recover from your pleasure.

‘’a lot of things darling, but all I do, I do for a reason.’’ He sighed and raised a hand, his scepter fading into his hand before the piece of tesseract glowed before he suddenly shot at a man beside you.

This caused you to yelp as you jumped out of the way just as the man fell to the ground. Dead. Your eyes widen as your began shaking, seeing the man not moving on the ground bleeding and you bring your eyes up to your former lover. ‘’..Loki..’’

‘’i have merely shown these mortals who you really belong to, who claims you.. who rules you. But at the same time darling, I cant exactly show your gorgeous body off to eyes of those who will live. It provides to much of a risk of them becoming jealous creatures and stealing you away from me. Now I do suggest that you duck for this next part,’’

And with that, he began blasting. You scream and cover your head as you drop to the floor, squeezing your eyes shut as he began blasting at those around him, to the crowd of people you had just shared a fun time of dancing with. How could he? Why would he? Surely this wasn’t the Loki who knew whom you loved and adored.. this wasn’t real!

And as soon as it began, it had finished. Once the last blast was shot, the music ended and all there was, was silence. Your eyes remained over your eyes as you took deep breaths to try to control your breathing while your body shook. Your stomach flipped as fear hit your chest having heard footsteps approach and stop before you.

‘’it is over darling, you may open your eyes now and get up.’’ Loki said, as sweet as if he hadn’t just slaughtered the entire night club.

Your body trembled as you prepared yourself for what you were about to see, peaking through your fingers yet to only see an almost empty nightclub with only five bodies.. lifeless bodies on the ground. ‘’why.. how are there..’’ you stutter, your eyes having a hard time not staring at even the five scattered and bleeding on the floor as you wonder where the rest of them were.

Loki chuckled and made his scepter vanish, as if to indicate his magic. ‘’I wasn’t going to just kill off all of my valuable men, work still needs to be done darling.’’ He smiled and took your hand so he could pull you to your feet, whether you wanted to or not.

‘’how could you-‘’

‘’the tesseract can do many wonders darling, as does my magic. I am to rule this world, and won’t waste precious resources all because my jealousy can get in the way. Once I am king, then if need be will I dispose of mortal men properly.’’ He explained, seeing no reason to hide anything now that you were figuring things out as you blinked, a headache splitting through your skull as you held your head.

Memories.. SHIELD.. the tesseract.. your life.. Loki.. oh gods- you weren’t suppose to be here! where were you?? What have you done?? You look at him with shocked eyes and your mouth tried to find worlds. ‘’what… what have you done.. to them.. to me.. you shot Fury-‘’ you cry and he took a step towards you with seriousness in his eyes that made you immediately shut up as if he were to harm you.

He slowly stepped closer to you, reaching for your chin and gently tilting it up so he could see your glorious eyes again that had resumed its natural color rather than its unnatural blue. "There they are." He sighed, taking in their brilliant hue. "If only I could see this realm through your eyes, I'm sure I would bend over backwards for it. yet for the greater good, sacrifices must be made to achieve that.’’ He said softly and felt you shaking as teared welled up in your eyes.

‘’I do not understand why you tremble with fear when i touch you. have you thought that beneath my caresses lies some sinister motive or intent? How I feel about you has never changed Y/N, I will always love you and until you see my.. vision, you are just going to have to trust me.’’

‘’what are you-‘’

He cut you off with his palm pressing to your forehead and everything went black.

~

Blinking your beautiful blue eyes open, you yawn away the sleep as you stretch out in the bed, finding it empty as usual but you didn’t mind. You knew Loki was hard at work with his business.. whatever business that may be and you pull back the covers to get ready for the day.

You were in a good mood so hopefully you were sure Loki would answer positively to your request this time as you practically skip down the halls once your ready. Most of the people in uniform looking outfits ignored you or hurried along but that was okay, the only one you looked forward to seeing,

Was Loki.

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safe & sound | chapter one

Summary: An attack on the estate causes the security to tighten and means the worst of the Rogers comes home.

Warning: Mob AU. Age Gap (Bucky - late 40s/Reader - early 20s). Dad's Best Friend. Mentions of Violence/Blood/Bones. Mentions of weapons. For Peter being 3 and a half minutes older, he is an immature man-child.

Word Count: 1322

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A/N: I wrote this and the last chapter of I Think He Knows in the same night and I am such a wreck. Oops, I dropped this.

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It started as a seemingly ordinary day, the morning sun casting long shadows across your family’s estate as you went through your daily routine. Your newly assigned bodyguard, Sergeant James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, always stood at a discreet distance away, scanning the surroundings with his practiced vigilance. 

You adjust your bag on your shoulder, giving Bucky a small smile. You always felt a strange sense of comfort knowing Bucky was near. He was more to you than just your protector; he’s your father’s best friend since childhood and second-in-command. You’ve known and trusted him for your entire life.

The estate’s iron gates creak open as you walk towards the car waiting to take you into town. Bucky’s posture remained relaxed, but you noticed the slight tightening of his jaw. He’s always alert.

The Rogers Estate; is strategically located offering privacy and security. Situated in a sprawling countryside upscale neighborhood. Surrounded by acres of lush greenery and perfect landscaping. Shielded by towering walls and guarded gates, the head of the Rogers family believed security was paramount. Installing state-of-the-art surveillance throughout the entire grounds. There was not a single blind spot, he saw everything. 

Yet, no fortress is impervious, and danger always finds its way in.

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Suddenly, a screech of tires shatters the silence of the estate. A black van swerves into the driveway, and masked men with guns begin to pour out. The peaceful morning instantly turned into chaos as the men began shouting orders and brandishing their weapons. 

“Get down!” Bucky barked at you, pushing you behind a marble column. 

Drawing his weapon, Bucky fired with deadly precision. Your heart pounded in your chest as you crouched low, bullets ricocheting off stone and metal. You weren’t entirely native to your parent's work, you’ve always known they had enemies, but this was the first time you felt their malevolence so close. 

Bucky moved like a predator, every shot he took neutralized a threat. He was outnumbered, but his determination and training kept him in control of the situation. As you peek out, your fear mixed with awe at his focus.

Your breath catches in your throat as you notice one of the attackers rushing towards you. Bucky’s gaze met yours for a brief moment before he was able to react. In what felt like the speed of light, he tackled the man to the ground, disarming him and delivering a punch so brutal it left the man unconscious.

In the distance, you notice the familiar SUVs arrive, the estate’s backup security. The shoot-out ended as quickly as it began, leaving an eerily silence in its wake. 

Bucky reached out to help you to your feet, his pull gently. “Are you hurt?” he asked with urgency as he examined your face. 

“No, I’m okay,” you reply, your voice trembling. “Thanks to you.” you offered him a small reassuring smile, and he returned it as he reached out, rubbing your cheek with his thumb for only a moment. 

Your father, Steve, arrived moments later, his face contoured into a controlled fury. Rushing over, he embraced you tightly before turning to Bucky.

“Who were they?” he demanded, his eyes turned a deeper shade of blue with his anger.

“They looked like Rumlow’s,” Bucky replied, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “It seemed like a random hit. But,” his voice trailed as he took another glance at you. “We need to tighten security all the same, they knew when to strike.” 

Your father nods, his expression hardening the more the gears in his head turn. “I’ll speak to Stark,” he stated firmly, referring to Tony Stark, a longtime ally of the Rogers family and exceptional in mechanics and technology. 

As your father began making calls to arrange meetings, you stood by reaming close to Bucky. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened as he looked down at you. He placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you towards the safety of the house. 

Inside, the atmosphere was tense but yet, controlled. Bucky remained close by your side, guiding you to a secluded area of the house, away from the commotion your father brought back in with him behind you. 

Before you can fully process the events that happened moments ago, the door bursts open with a thud, and Natasha, your mother, storms in. Her eyes were wide with fear and desperation, a look you had never seen your mother sport.

“Are you alright?” she demanded your answer, trembling with emotion as she rushed toward you. Her hands reach out to cup your cheeks, moving your head and twisting your body to assess any signs of injury. Her controlled demeanor which she usually wears, shattered.

You met her gaze, she searched for reassurance in your eyes. “I’m okay, Mom,” you tried to reassure her, your voice threatening to discredit you. “Uncle Buck kept me safe,” you shot her a small smile. 

Grasping you into an embrace, she turned to Bucky, “Thank you,” she whispered, sincerity laced in her tone. 

Bucky nods, “I won’t let anything happen to her,” he vows to one of your parents, for the second time. 

~

As the days passed, you found yourself seeking peace again in the tranquil embrace of the garden. The vibrant blooms and gentle rustle of leaves provided a calm sanctuary for your mind. 

You were suddenly startled by the sound of approaching footsteps. Glancing up, you saw Peter, your twin brother, emerging from the shadows. His presence casts a shadow over the serenity of the garden. 

His gaze was cold and calculating, “What are you doing here?” his voice dripped with contempt as he approached. 

He was, ever the hostile older, by 3 and a half minutes, brother and you could only assume that his mood had only worsened since your parents cut his business trip short. Despite sharing the same bloodline, your paths diverged sharply. 

“Reading,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as you gestured to the book you were holding.

Peter scoffed. “Of course,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the garden. “Always so sensitive, one little scare and you seek refuge in pretty flowers.” 

Your grip on your book tightened, and the sting of his words cut deep, “Just leave me alone.”

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of Peter’s lip, his eyes gleamed with malice. “Make me,” he taunted, snatching the book out of your hands. You watched with frustration as his actions were fuelled by his desire to provoke and intimidate. 

“Give it back, Pete,” you demanded, rising to your feet.

Peter laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed through the garden. “What’s the matter, little sister?” he continued his taunts, flipping through the pages. “Can’t handle a little fun?”

Your fists clenched, the urge to lash out nearly overwhelming. But, the years of conditioning yourself to keep emotions in check and not be like him, held you back. “Just give it back,” you repeated, your voice almost breaking.

His grin only widened, he thrived in your discomfort. “Or what?” he challenged, “What are you going to do about it?”

Before you could respond, a voice cut through the tension, sending both you and Peter snapping your heads around in surprise. 

“What’s going on here?” Bucky stood at the edge of the garden, his expression was a mix of concern and disapproval as his gaze flickered between you and Peter. “Peter, your dad wants a word with you,” 

Hesitating for a moment, Peter narrowed his eyes in defiance. But, he ultimately tossed the book aside with a dismissive flick of the wrist, indifference spread across his features. As he disappeared toward the house, you let out a shaky breath. The tension drained from your shoulders as you kneed down, reaching for your book.

In your haze, you never noticed that Bucky had also knelt. For a moment, his hand grazed over yours and your gazes met.

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The Maid - Part 12

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, depression, mentions of suicide, despair, feeling trapped. Mentions of abuse and rape.

Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.

Sorry for the wait, I had writer's block and wasn't feeling very inspired but I think the story is coming along how I want it to now!

Thank you and enjoy!

Part 11

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He slams the door to his chambers closed and stalks towards two royal guards.

"Nobody enters besides her and myself, for all rooms during her duty hours. No harm is to come to her or I will see to it myself!" Loki barks his orders as he rushes past them towards his library. The two guards scurry quickly to the doors and immediately stand watch as the king disappears around the corner. They give each other a confused look, baffled by the kings sudden emotional outburst in relation to a maid, but they shrug it off as a potential lover's quarrel.

Loki rushes into the royal library and scours for any book he can find on purple auras. He went through countless books, spending hours at the desk flipping through page after page, with no luck.

Frustrated he slams the book closed.

"Don't take your frustration out on the book, dear. It did not wrong you." the Allmother says as she slowly walks up to meet Loki at the table.

"Not now mother." Loki snips at her as he presses the palms of his hands to his eyes to ease the growing headache.

"What ails you so, my son?" she asks as she places her hand gently over his, moving his hands from his face so he can look at her.

"Dark purple auras. Do you know of any book or research I can find on it?" he asks with a deep sigh.

"Dark purple auras? My, I haven't spoken of this since you were a boy. You already know, I doubt I have to repeat myself." she states.

"Yes, mother, I remember. Surely you know more than what you told me when I was a boy. Is there truly no other research out there?" he groans in annoyance as he huffs and crosses his arms on his chest.

"It's the maid, isn't it?" she asks him with her brows raised and slight smile tugging at her lips.

"I haven't seen you act like this since you last had an interest in a woman as deeply as you do her. For you to spend hours researching this must be related to her, hm?" she questions him.

Loki sighs deeply.

"There's something odd, mother. She is not Asgardian."

"And? Many immigrants come to and fro Asgard." Allmother states.

"No. It's not that. I read her mind. I know Mother, I shouldn't have but I had to. Her father, well adoptive father, found her as a babe, in between the realms as he was travelling to import and export items."

"How is that possible?" Allmother asks.

"I know, mother. I asked myself the same question but she is not lying. I would know."

"This has never been heard of. Surely if such a thing were to happen we would have gotten word of it!" Frigga exclaims.

"No, Mother. Nobody claimed her. All the realms who knew of her existence deemed her to be a curse. They wanted her gone. When her adoptive parents decided to keep her, everyone swore silence to prevent being cursed by the girl. When her mother passed, her father kicked her out, blaming her and her curse. He passed soon after. She has been alone for years now. I see a purple aura surrounding her, mother. I do not know who she is but she is powerful." Loki rants to his mother with a pep in his step as his passion grows on the subject, yearning for his mother's approval and opinion.

"We need to speak to your father about this."

"No! Please, Mother. Let me try to figure this out on my own. If it gets out of hand, I will request you and father's help." Loki pleads.

"Very well. As soon as it becomes an issue, I will intervene. Here, these are all of the scripts and books we have accumulated over centuries on purple auras. They're kept in the secret vault. Bring them back to me when you are done."

Three books and a few scriptures appear on the table between them.

"Yes, Mother." Loki says and she walks out of the library, slowing shutting the door closed behind her.

As soon as she's gone, he sits at the table and begins reading the books on by one.

The first sighting of the aura dates back centuries. There was a rise in sightings following the first Great War, one which took the most deaths recorded in Asgardian history.

Only the most skillful in magic were able to detect this aura. For years, the most powerful healers were unable to cure them and extract their true aura. Those effected were mainly soldiers who fought in the battle, who suffered greatly, who everything they knew and loved. This aura worked as shield around their heart, protecting them from the trauma and horrific memories, as a result, they also lost their sense of emotion.

Cases have been reported where neighbours claimed that they were once a vibrant, enthousiastic and lively people who now walked the grounds as if their souls were in a trance, trapped, lost and confused.

Only one case was reported where the dark purple aura was reversed. A mother, who sacrificed herself for her nephew, her only living relative when Frost Giants attacked Asgard. Her love for the boy pushed through the trance and made her jump in front of him, taking the blow from the giant, striking her to the ground. As she lay there, her nephew crying and holding her head, pleading her to stay alive, she professed her unconditional love for him. In her last moments, her aura turned light blue, and she smiled, tears falling down her face as she felt again before falling limp in his arms.

Though it was brief, it was still observed by many and recorded thoroughly, albeit being the one and only to ever be seen again.

Others who suffered with the dark purple aura either lived the rest of their days in that emotionless trance, fulfilling their days with meaningless tasks, or they simply stop living all together and pass away in their sleep.

The strongest soldiers who possessed magic were the most unpredictable. Some cases have been recorded of soldiers burning down entire forests, simply from a nightmare or flashback. Others have flooded entire cities while they cried at night. Their deep onset of emotions were being expressed through their magic, coming through erratically and dangerously.

As a result, it was decided by the Allfather that they must be laid to rest, to stop any further suffering to themselves and others.

A warning to any who may cross the path of a powerful soul possessing magic with a dark purple aura: Do not engage. Kill on sight. There is no hope. They only bring destruction in their path.

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Loki flips through the remaining pages of the book only to find them blank. That was the last entry. The other scripts were detailed maps of the recorded sightings.

He closes the book with a loud thump and sits back in his chair, breathing out a long frustrated sigh. The last words replaying in his mind:

Do not engage. Kill on sight. There is no hope. They only bring destruction in their path.

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Once you finish your work, you open the door and notice a pair of guards following you but shrug it off as you arrive to the king's office. The guards stop and stand guard by the door.

You look back at them and shake your head, heading to your room at the back.

Once you sit on your cot you begin to decompress and meditate to ground yourself. You close your eyes and listen to the sound of your breathing and the birds chirping outside, remembering the days events. You breathe in and out deeply before your mind wanders back to an old memory, one you haven't thought of in a long time. The most heartbreaking betrayal you have ever had. It left you broken for years. The feelings begin bubbling deep inside you as anger replaces the guilt and sorrow.

I gave him everything and he tore my heart and shattered it into pieces. He gained my trust just to drug me, sell me, and throw me away like a piece of meat.

Your mind is racing as the angers builds inside you, replaying the exchange with Loki over and over again. Your anger is rising with each second until you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You eyes bolt open as you stare into green ones in front of you.

Loki jumps back in shock as he looks into red eyes , flames burning in the irises.

You look around and notice your room is scorched. Everything around you is burnt to a crisp, but you are unharmed.

"Hey hey it's okay." Loki tries to soothe you.

You turn to his voice and your anger flares again when you remember he read your mind without your consent.

He sees your anger build as the heat in the room begins to rise astronomically. Loki teleports to you and puts two fingers on your temples, pulling you to sleep.

As you fall limp in his arms, the temperature in the room drops.

He looks around the remnants of the room then back to your sleeping form in his arms in disbelief, his mind flashing the warning from the books behind his eyes.

Do not engage. Kill on sight. There is no hope. They only bring destruction in their path.

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No Other Option, One Shot

Thank you for the prompt, roruna: I just really need President Loki being an arrogant irresistible bastard. He's just the worst and I wanna fuck him so bad.

Same, same. Honestly, I feel this in my soul. Lol

Warnings: Dub con.

Ruby goes to President Loki for help/protection after most of her people are wiped out by Alioth. He has certain conditions though…

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‘I can’t believe I’m doing this… but what other option do I have?’ Ruby muttered to herself as she paced back and fore, just on the borderline of her land, her torn brown cape fluttered out behind her.

With a sigh, she looked across the vast land of nothing... Alioth had destroyed everything in its path, as usual. Taking caution, she flipped her hood up and began making her way across the land. Her stomach was in knots, she knew this was a bad idea. It was her last option though, unless she wanted to die.

After carefully making her way to the other side of the void, she came to Loki’s territory… As soon as she got near his den, she was approached by two guard Loki’s.

‘What are you doing here?’ One of them barked at her, while making it clear he wouldn’t hesitate to use the weapon he was holding on her as he batted it against his hand. She kept back a scoff at the pathetic sight of him trying to make out a baseball bat would do her major harm.

‘I’m here to see President Loki, right away.’ Ruby said determinedly as she pulled her hood down.

The two guards looked at one another then back at her. ‘Is he expecting you?’

‘No. Tell him I’ve come to ask for a favour.’

The guards huffed and took a few steps away to talk quietly between themselves. Then one of them headed down into the den while the other just kept an eye on her quietly.

After a couple of minutes, the guard returned and nodded his head to the entrance without a word.

Ruby grinned at him and mocked a bow as she climbed down the ladder. The guard closed the lid on her as she descended, the sound of it closing made her swallow hard. She knew this was risky, going into the lion’s den…

As she got to the bottom, she internally cringed as she looked around the place. It was like an old-style arcade place cross bowling alley.

‘Well, well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?’ Came his sultry venomous voice.

Ruby looked across the room and smirked. President Loki was sat on a red throne, surrounded by large fake candy canes, lollies and bowling pins. His legs were splayed open as he sat like he owned the place… Which, she supposed he did really.

As she began walking over towards him, she could see the smarmy smirk on his face that she tried to match. Not wanting to show any weakness or nerves. She hated him, so much. Wanted to slap that smirk right off his handsome face… No, she couldn’t let herself think of him in that way.

‘Let’s cut right to the chase. My people have been drastically wiped out by Alioth. All that’s left is myself and three others…’ She paused and took a moment, she really couldn’t believe what she was about to ask… ‘I’ve come to ask for help.’

Loki said nothing for a second as he processed what she said. Then he grinned widely and laughed, leaning forward eagerly his eyes narrowed at her.

‘Oh so great, fierce and feisty Ruby… You must be truly desperate, to come to me for help.’ He said gleefully.

‘I am. I ask for protection.’ She said through gritted teeth.

Loki laughed again, throwing his head back. ‘Oh my. It was merely just three days ago that your people were attacking mine, just for being in your supposed territory.’

‘They were in my territory. We had a deal, to stay out of each other’s way. Your people broke that.’ Ruby hissed at him.

‘Yet here you are. In my home. Wanting my help.’ Loki grinned and leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked firmly on her, deliberately trying to unsettle her.

‘I… have no other option.’ Ruby sighed in defeat and let her head hang down.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her and tilted his head slightly. ‘Beg me.’

‘What?’ Ruby’s eyes widened.

‘You heard me.’

Ruby clenched her jaw. ‘Please, President Loki… I need your help. Please.’

‘Begging isn’t just with words.’ Loki said slyly.

Ruby raised an eyebrow in confusion. Though Loki briefly glanced down to the ground, then looked back at her with a coy smile. Ruby had to take a few deep breaths to keep herself calm, to resist from saying something that would have her chucked out, even though it was on the tip of her tongue…

‘Please… President Loki. I really need your help.’ She said as she crouched right down and bowed her head.

‘Hmm.’ Loki stroked his chin in thought. ‘Crawl to me. Beg at my feet. If you do good enough, I might consider it.’

Ruby’s head snapped up and she stood abruptly. Her hands clenched in fists and she was almost shaking, but she knew her anger would get her nowhere. She took a moment to calm down, with Loki watching with so much amusement.

‘You’re such an asshole.’ She snarled under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

‘Yet, you’re still here.’ He grinned widely, then waited patiently for her next move, saying nothing else.

Ruby closed her eyes and mentally smacked herself. No other option, but likely death…

So as much as she didn’t want to, she got down on her hands and knees and began crawling towards him. She crawled up the few steps to where his throne was, then paused at his feet and put her head down.

‘Please… I really need your help.’ She whispered, defeated.

‘Kiss my boots.’ Loki demanded smugly, she knew without looking up that he would have that big smirk on his face.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her pain, she decided to just do it without arguing. She leant down and kissed each boot quickly. Then she dared to look up at him, which was a big mistake.

Seeing him looming over her, his legs still splayed open and a big grin on his face. He looked so powerful in that moment and she felt so… small. Defeated. Yet, she found herself feeling the need to clench her thighs together a little.

While she always found him to be such an arrogant bastard, always trying to become the leader of the whole land. To have everyone kneel at his feet. She couldn’t deny how good looking he was. That a very deep part of her wanted to just submit to him and let him take over.

Now, she was so close to that becoming a reality. Only, she didn’t realise quite yet just how close she was to that actually happening…

When he reached down, gripping her chin between his fingers and tilting her head up more, she felt her heart beat quicken a little. She tried to keep a stern face on, not wanting to show more weakness. She’d already begged for his help, surely that would be it.

‘I will help you and your remaining people. On two conditions.’ He drawled and leaned back in his chair.

Ruby swallowed hard and sat back on her heels, waiting to hear further from him.

‘One. Your people move here, your territory becomes mine.’

‘That’s two.’ Ruby scowled.

‘Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could speak yet.’ He said as he waggled his finger at her.

She shut her mouth and waited.

‘Two. You, however, will become my submissive pet. You will do whatever I ask of, without question. Or risk punishment.’ A slight smirk tugged at the side of his mouth.

Ruby’s eyes widened, she almost balked at that condition. But what option she did have? She had no other option. She didn’t fail to notice the slight bulge in his trousers that had grown since she began crawling to him. That’s when she realised that she was a little aroused herself actually… Though she did her best to ignore it.

‘That’s sick… I can’t do that.’ She stumbled up to her feet and down the steps, putting distance between them.

Loki shrugged. ‘I don’t see why it would be so bad for you. I will make sure you get plenty of pleasure out of it too. I’m not selfish in that department, if that’s what you’re worried about. In-fact, I’m rather gifted in that way.’ He boasted.

Oh I’m sure you are… Ruby thought briefly.

‘I… I don’t have an option. Do I?’ She said in defeat.

Loki chuckled. ‘No, it doesn’t look like you do. Unless you want to take your chances with just the four of you against Alioth and the other dangers that lurk here.’

Ruby was quiet for a minute, having a battle in her mind about what to do. Though she had a feeling if she declined his offer, she would probably be slaughtered upon leaving here. Loki had always wanted to take over her territory. Even if she got back safely, she knew it would only be a matter of time before Loki took over and attacked, now knowing there was only four of them. They’d have no chance against him.

‘Well, I don’t have all day. What’s it going to be?’ Loki barked at her.

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The three remaining people of Ruby’s army climbed down the ladder into Loki’s den. They knew she had come here seeking help, but when she didn’t return after a few days, they grew worried. Expecting to find her dead, they had a feeling they would have to barter with the President themselves to get help.

But as they turned around to look upon the President on his throne, they certainly didn’t expect to see what they did.

President Loki was sitting on his throne, but he had Ruby completely naked, aside from a thick leather collar around her neck and a lead. Her arms were tied behind her back, she had a ball gag in her mouth and was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. Her naked body was on display for everyone who entered to see.

Loki chuckled darkly as he tugged on her leash, pulling her body back into his chest. He slid his other hand down the front of her body to where they were joined, where his cock kept her spread wide open. He began slowly stroking her clit, making her whine and drool on the gag.

‘How nice of you to finally come along… As you can see, your leader here has made quite the sacrifice in exchange for your protection. You are all to remain here now, with my people. You will be shown to your new quarters.’ Loki said gleefully, with a few grunts and growls mixed in as Ruby’s cunt fluttered around his cock.

‘R… Ruby… Why did you do this? We would have managed.’ One of her people said sadly, tears in her eyes at seeing her leader in that situation.

Ruby just moaned around the gag in response. Her brain had completely shut down, she couldn’t even think straight. All she could think about was how good Loki’s cock felt inside her and how magic his fingers were. He’d fucked her silly multiple times already in the last few days, in so many different positions, she was too far gone. Didn’t care about being on display like this.

She had bruises all over her thighs, hips and ass. Plus bite marks on her shoulders and neck, clearly marked by him.

One of the guys pulled out his sword and angrily stomped closer to the throne. ‘How dare you degrade our leader like this!’ He snarled at Loki.

Loki laughed and tutted at him.

‘If you don’t settle in, you will be thrown out. Part of our deal is that I also get your territory now. You’ll have nowhere else to go. So, I suggest you choose your next words and actions wisely.’ Loki growled at them.

‘Is… Is this true?’ The man asked Ruby, trying to just focus on her eyes.

Loki stopped playing with Ruby’s clit just long enough for her to focus, she nodded, her head hung down in shame. Till Loki pulled on the lead and forced her head back up.

Ruby’s people looked at one another, then were set on edge as five of Loki’s guards appeared, surrounding them. They knew they had no option. They wouldn’t be able to fight their way out, never mind survive out there.

‘Fine.’ One of the women muttered.

‘Good. Now, get out of my sight.’ President Loki demanded and motioned them all away with a wave of his hand.

The guards nodded, taking an eyeful of Ruby’s naked body first, then they escorted Ruby’s people out of the room. Leaving Ruby and Loki alone.

‘Mmm, now be a good girl and cum on my cock.’ Loki growled into Ruby’s ear as his fingers sought her clit again.

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A/N: I know in the manga that Kiyoomi says that dogs are cute and way more hygienic than humans because they sweat through their paws and tongue unlike humans who sweat through the skin, so in this little os he doesn’t like animals in general. :]

„What. Is. that?“

Kiyoomi opens the door to your shared apartment, stopping immediately in his tracks when he sees a small German Shepherd puppy with floppy ears laying on the floor, chewing on what seems to be on of his spare volleyballs.

As the tall man enters, he keeps a wildly bewildered look on his face, scooching himself to the wall, calling your name loudly with a mix of fear and irritation in his eyes.

Hearing your boyfriend‘s name in distress, you almost run into the entrance hallway of where you hear him, trying really hard to control yourself not to laugh.

Seems like he found your little surprise.

The black curly-haired 6‘3 man almost presses himself into a corner, looking terrified and dare you say disgusted at the little fluffy creature that you picked up from the shelter earlier in the morning.

When you saw those eyes in a post on Facebook, how could you not pick him up to give him a loving home?

Loki is wagging his little thin tail like crazy, yapping and barking, trying to get close to Kiyoomi, who is keeping the puppy away with his foot, blocking him off.

With each bark, Kiyoomi visibly flinches.

„(Y/N). Take it away from me, please.“ He almost begs.

Giggling softly, you pick up Loki and you see the ravenette take a relieving breath.

Walking past you with big distance, he really tries to control himself not to run out of this apartment and get a hotel room for the night.

„Kiyo, stop saying it like it’s a piece of garbage or something. His name is Loki.“

„You named that thing already?“ He asked irritated while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

„Well yeah, I am not planning on giving him back if that’s what you are wondering, that is just morally wrong.“

„It’s morally wrong to bring an animal into our apartment without telling me first. What if I have allergies?“

„Don’t be like that. I asked your sister if you had any allergies and she denied it.“ You smirk in victory.

He glares at you in annoyance, his eyes shifting to the little happy furball again that looks at Kiyoomi like he is his whole world.

Heaving a deep sigh, he hangs his head in defeat.

„I am not going to be able to convince you to bring it back, am I?“ Kiyoomi says in a tired voice.

„Nope.“ You grin proudly.

„Any more unsuspected surprises I should be aware of?“

„Nah. Hey, can we get a cat next?“

„Don’t push my patience.“

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Mischievous Creatures [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: A grumpy Loki is forced to pet-sit by Thor, and an unexpected friendship blossoms. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: Fluffy bro-stuff. Generic dog description, runs on the small side. Mild peril.

Loki grimaced, gritting his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut while a hand flew up against the assault of intrusive sunlight. “Brother,” he hissed, groaning against the pillow. “Must you continually be such a harbinger of accursed agitation upon my-”

“-Ahhhhh!”

Thor released an infuriatingly cheerful sigh. His arms were spread, holding the curtains wide. “Tis’ a joyus day in this realm, brother. Can you smell it?”

Loki frowned, squinting towards the silhouette. “The window is closed, you cretin.”

Thor chuckled. “One does not require an open window to smell joy, brother. Indeed, it is all around.” He turned, the aura of confidence in that garish smile making Loki’s blood run cold. “Some may say...in this very apartment.”

Loki’s frown deepened. It was always concerning when his brother attempted to be coy. “What?!” he barked, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was. Truly, had the monstrosity of muscle woken him before nine? “We have a guest,” Thor cheered, “and I require my brother’s aid.” He paced several strides to the bed, swinging crotch coming alarmingly close to Loki’s face. Two meaty hands rested on his hips, fingers drumming lightly against thick sweats. He swayed back and forth expectantly. This was not a sight Loki wished to see before breakfast.

He pulled the duvet over his head, muttering curses before the sheet was ripped from his grasp. He stiffened, an unexpected chill making his body clench while his brother’s laugh ripped through the air. “Come, they’re waiting,” was all he managed to say, before there was a loud yelp from the living room.

“So this is a dog?”

Loki observed the creature with suspicion as it snuffled against the hardwood floor.

It had been going about its business for around twenty seconds now, paying no reverence or respect to the legendary beings in its presence. Loki’s scepticism grew. He was suddenly glad he’d worn his leathers. “Yes! And I broke up some biscuits your lady gave me on the floor for it to seek while I roused you. Charming, isn’t it?” Thor spoke quickly, and with an undeniable awe. The dog looked up expectantly, tail quivering. “I have no lady,” Loki griped, casting his gaze around the living room. A cushion from the immaculately arranged sofa had been rudely upended to the floor. Loki's eyes narrowed as Thor made his way obliviously to the breakfast bar. “Be that as it may,” the blonde said brightly, “this is the companion she speaks so often of.” Loki watched as the small creature trotted to Thor’s feet, looking up at him. Its tail was doing that thing again. “This is the rival for my affections which takes up so much of her time? I’m insulted,” he muttered. The dog’s paws tippy-tapped from side to side, impatient for whatever was in the bag Thor had begun rustling. Against his better judgement, Loki felt the side of his mouth twitch. He cleared his throat. “So. Why is it here, and what are we supposed to do with it?”

Thor scoffed, shaking his head with a smile.

Loki didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.

“Your lady- apologies, not your lady; has been called on an unexpected mission, shouldn’t take long – usual sort of thing." Thor glanced to his brother, glee in his eyes before bending forward with his hands on his knees. "I volunteered to ensure the safety of this treasure of the realm in her absence. Yes I did! Didn’t I?! Yes I did!” The pitch of Thor’s voice traced higher with every syllable. Loki was horrified. It descended into mumbling saccharine inanities at the excitable being shuffling below him, which let out a small a-woo. “‘Treasure of the realm’, please...” Loki scathed as he sidled over to the sofa. He had been sure to give the unfamiliar being a wide berth. Who knew what it’s intentions were. It was, after all, a stranger.

His breath hitched as it suddenly looked in his direction, the flash of a tiny pink tongue taking him by surprise.

He had the sudden urge to call to it, to feel the rest of it’s delicate triangular face in his hands. Perhaps, even, to stroke it. He thought it might feel soothing.

With unnecessary gravitas, Thor produced a beleaguered looking plush animal from a small bag resting on the counter. It was pink and mint and blue; splotches dotted on a crusted physique. Loki thought it had seen a few battles of its own.

“Oh for heavens sake, what is that?” he groused as Thor began to shake it aimlessly in the air. The dog leapt up on it’s back legs, dancing excitedly. “Tis a llama, brother,” Thor chided with authority, “obviously.” “A llama?” Loki frowned. Thor shrugged. “I know not. But that is how your lady referred to it. The little thing is rather attached to it, apparently. I thought it best not to question further.”

Both brothers nodded in silent understanding while the creature began to chirp, bouncing in comical circles. Its front paws waved in the air, the soft underbelly looking undeniably tender and scritchable. “Well... throw it then,” Loki huffed with feigned impatience. He rested his chin on his palm. He would admit, reluctantly, that he was beginning to mildly enjoy this. In a ridiculous sort of way. Thor’s eyebrows rose. “Excellent idea, brother” he said, before lobbing the llama forth at full force across the room. Loki’s eyes widened. “Brother, no-” The dog followed its lightening fast arc, legs sliding out behind it on the floor in haste. Loki braced against the arm of the sofa as the plasterboard-covered wall exploded with an almighty crack. The stuffed toy may as well have been a cannonball. A huge mist of dust immediately flooded the living room, chunks falling from the wall.

“Protect the small thing,” Thor bellowed.

Without hesitation, Loki sprung from the sofa, caging the little dog in mid-pursuit beneath his torso. Debris hit him like a wave, white mass covering dark curls falling around his face. There was a frightened whimper beneath him, something solid smacking against his thighs with a heavy thump. His heart was thundering as the carnage settled. She will never forgive me, Loki thought with horror. He peered between his forearms to the dark cave his body had created.

There was silence.

“Does it live, brother?” Thor rasped, his choking voice panicked. Loki registered pacing footsteps hovering around him in a cloud of dust, regretful muttering and coughing peppering the air. His stomach dropped.

He could barely bring himself to look. So fragile, these mortals. Their familiars even more so, surely. Suddenly, something moist and round surfaced from the darkness and poked him straight in the eye.

“Gargh!” Loki spluttered, before the breath was stolen from him. He fell forward, forehead hitting the floor while an agile tongue delved deep into one exposed nostril. An assassin, after all. Loki rolled to the side, freeing the wild creature. “It lives!” Thor whooped ecstatically. But the moment was lost on Loki.

The ball of fur and limbs and squiggling was upon him, crawling like a demon of Muspelheim across his person. The thing was liquid. It placed its front legs on his chest, perfecting a position of strength while a deceptively long tongue continued the assault of his face. “Desist!” he spluttered, searching for purchase on its lithe, fluff-laden frame. And yet, the incorrigible creature could not be swayed.

The softness of the bacon-like protrusion tickled violently, but somehow...Loki found himself unable to catch his breath from the laughter shaking his chest. It ravaged his cheeks, his mouth, his nostrils - all in whirling succession with no obvious tactical rhythm. “Brother, make it stop-” Loki gasped unconvincingly, hooking his thumbs beneath the dog’s little underarms. His laughter, Loki surmised, acted only to encourage the creature. And yet, he could not collect himself. “Alas, brother I must attempt to retrieve the valiant llama from the rubble,” Thor chuckled, biting his lip at his sibling strewn across the floor. With a resolute grunt, Loki hoisted the creature in the air above him. It squirmed, wriggling all four legs erratically. Its rotund bottom was positively vibrating with excitement. “Look, brother...it flies,” Loki grinned. The dog’s mouth was open in a smile, aimless tongue licking the air. Still in search of his skin no doubt. The god sat up, drawing the squiggling bundle to his chest. It settled, the cup of his hand under its rear and the other snug to its barrelled chest seeming to calm it. Loki smoothed its whiskers, brushing a crumb of plasterboard from the tufts of its snout. He searched its eyes, deep brown pools bubbling and sparkling with life. And with mischief, he thought. Loki smiled. Without knowing why, he placed a tentative kiss on its upturned nose. It was fresh, and cool. The richest black. And somehow, Loki knew those were good things.

The dog’s tongue flicked out once more; a soft, solitary lick to the tip of his own nose reciprocating the sentiment. He felt unfamiliar warmth blossom in his belly, drawing the precious bundle closer to his chest. “I am glad you are well, friend” he murmured. “I can only apologise for my oaf of a-” “-brother! Success!” Thor cheered, holding the resurrected llama aloft like a battle trophy. If it looked beleaguered before, now it was tragic. The plushie was completely white, stuffing protruding from its head like a fatal war wound. He paced victoriously across the floor, holding it out to the dog nestled in his brother’s arms. Loki could swear the creature rolled its eyes.

“Do not presume to return its prize possession in such a vile state, brother,” Loki hissed. He dropped his gaze to the bright eyes gazing lovingly into his own. “Never fear small thing, Uncle Loki shall amend this abomination.” he cooed. Circling a finger, Loki enjoyed the perk of the dog's ears as the llama glowed green. In moments, its garish pastel glory was restored. “The crusted biological coating is gone too, brother…” Thor mumbled sceptically, inspecting it. “Was that important?” Loki jiggled the squishy package in his arms. Its front paws bounced. “Methinks that was enthusiasm from historical play; perhaps we should begin to restore it,” he chuckled, as the dog began to squirm with excitement once again. Loki tickled its belly. Thor frowned. “Do not get too attached, brother” he warned, “remember that this one is claimed. And by whom.” Loki rolled his eyes. “I am aware of that, brother” he snarked, before bending to carefully lower all four paws to the ground. He straightened. “But clearly the creature and I have an affinity. It cannot be denied.” Thor folded his arms, and Loki did the same. They watched in silence as the fluffy tornado fell upon the llama, beginning to prance in a parading circle around them. It dotted easily between the chunks of plasterboard, the plushie snug within tiny jaws.

Thor cleared his throat. “It is my belief” he began knowledgeably, “that the creatures have developed ways to trick mortals in favouring them. They are provided shelter, comfort, snacks and the like in return for being…” he gestured open handed to the floor, “thus.” Two sets of eyes assessed the inexplicable sight before them, rolling on its back with four wriggling paws flapping at strange angles. “Is that so…” Loki mused, smile widening as he lowered to his haunches. The dog flipped to stand, nails scratching against the floor in a race to meet him. That little bottom shifted side to side, overcome with indescribable joy at their friend’s return to the lower level. The llama bonked against Loki's knee, a helicopter-esque tail making his heart soar.

He gripped the llama’s sides, tugging gently before pulling it flush against his chest. The cheeky growl in the dog’s throat made him chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss to its forehead. “How mischievous,” he whispered, smiling conspiratorially against the tousled fur.

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[madhatterbri]

Recovery | L.L.

Summary: You are injured in battle and your ex Loki has something that will make you recover quicker.

Cross post from AO3. ❤️

"I don't trust him," Clint grumbled looking you. The duo had to work with Loki and the rest of the Avengers. You sighed and rolled her eyes at him.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, darling. He is my past. You are my future," you tried to assure him. You kissed him softly. Normally, he would melt to your words but today was different.

"He's mind-controlled me in the past. He is not to be trusted," he growled. Clint turned to Loki who smiled and waved. The god knew they were talking about him. You sighed and made Clint look at you.

"He's trying to get under your skin. We have to work together to save Earth. Please play nice," you pouted. He sighed in annoyance yet agreed.

"Fine, but one toe out of line and he is getting an arrow to the head,"

The battle was going well. The Avengers were working well together despite the fact that the majority of the team despised Loki. They had all their own reasons, but Clint made sure it was aware that he did not trust him. Anything Loki said was put under scrutiny. You made sure that Clint and Loki stayed as far away as humanly possible.

The fighting felt like it waged on for hours. You were exhausted. The enemies were able to connect kicks and punches to you that they hadn't been able to before. One enemy in particular connected to your abdomen. She was sent flying and landed roughly on the ground.

"Your name? Your name, are you all right?" The panicked voice of Steve Rogers urged through your headset. You groaned looking towards the sky.

"What? Your name? Where is she?" Her boyfriend asked urgently scanning the grounds for your whereabouts.

"I'm fine," you groaned and placed a hand on your side. "Give me a minute,"

You Cecilie tried to gather your bearings. The punch knocked the wind out of you. You placed a hand behind you and slowly stood up. Your head throbbed as you placed a hand on it. You must have landed harder than you originally thought.

"You were always so stubborn, my pet," a man's voice rang in your ears. You closed her eyes trying to ignore him. The god of mischief always liked to toy with you. You had to go back to battle to help your friends. You took a step and dropped to your knee.

"I may need longer than a minute," you updated the team in a frustrated tone. Loki sighed and walked in front of you. His hands were crossed behind his back.

"I always liked you on your knees,"

"What? Why? Is he bothering you?" Clint demanded.

"I'm fine, Clint,"

"I wouldn't go back to battle if I were you," the god suggested. Loki reached out his hand for you to take. You pushed his hand out of the way. You stood up once more on your own willpower. You started to run towards the battle in front of you. The Hulk was in full anger mode. The enemy started to pile on him. He was punching and slapping through the competition. Unfortunately, he didn't see you running towards them.

"Your name, no!" Steve Rogers yelled but it was too late. The Hulk slapped you causing her to fly back. The force that the Hulk hit you with was not like anything you had experienced. You allowed your body to be limp as you crashed into the ground.

You looked up and saw Loki staring down. You were fighting to stay conscious. His usual playful expression with you changed into one of seriousness.

"Your name?" He questioned sounding slightly panicked. He knelt down and checked the pulse on your neck. The god had trouble finding your pulse. Your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head. He cupped your cheek. "Stay with me, my pet,"

"Get away from her," Clint Barton barked at him. Loki sighed in annoyance at the man's appearance. Clint placed an arrow in his bow and aimed at him.

"Violence is not needed," Loki scooped you up bridal style. Your body laid limp in his arms. "Although you are costing us precious time to save her. As her boyfriend I thought you would want her to safe,"

"I said get away from her. She is with me now and I will take care of her," Clint demanded and aimed the arrow for his head. Loki rolled his eyes and teleported before the Avenger could let his arrow go.

"Hawkeye, status," Captain America urged.

"Your name is down. She is gone. Loki took her,"

Loki paced through the halls of Asgard with you in his arms. He didn't trust the servants to care for you. The situation was too delicate right now. He walked into his room and placed his old love on his bed. He quickly started coming up with ways to heal your wounds.

You jerked in your sleep. The feeling of being on a bed confused you. Your last memory was being in combat. The feeling of soft, silk sheets under you made you sigh in relief. A familiar smell flooded your senses. Asgard?

You opened your eyes and blinked. How could you possibly be in Asgard? Better question, how were you in Loki's bed? You sat up and looked around the room worried. What happened to everyone else?

"Good morning, my pet," Loki interrupted. You sighed in annoyance and looked at the god.

"What are you doing here?"

"You are in my room,"

"Clearly. Now why?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I saved you from certain death,"

"Where's Hawkeye?"

"Probably shooting his toy weapons into a statue of me. Honestly, what do you see in him?" He asked. You rolled your eyes at him.

"I need to get back to Earth. They are probably worried about me. How long have I been up here?"

"Two weeks. We could make it longer," he offered. You wiggled around and removed the blanket from on top of you. You now wore a tank top and pajama shorts. Definitely not the typical Asgardian dress.

"Where are my clothes?" You hissed at him.

"I have them somewhere in the palace," he shrugged.

"You changed me?"

"I promise I didn't peek. Gods honor," he smiled.

"Take me back to Earth... Now," you demanded.

"Where are your manners? Instead of helping the Avengers fighting for Earth you should fight for better manners," he scolded playfully.

"If you don't send me back to Earth within the next five minutes you won't have to worry about your line to the throne," you threatened.

"Always so hostile. Not even a thank you for saving your life,"

"Your right," you sauntered over to him. They stayed mere inches apart. You played with his black hair by twisting his locks through your fingers. Their lips were close together. She stared into his eyes. "Thank you for saving me, Loki. I owe you one,"

"Now that is a lot better,"

Smack!

The sound of the slap echoed in the room as you slapped him across the face.

"Now take me back to Earth," you ordered and walked away from him. The god held his cheek and smiled.

"I see the Avengers have really brought up your strength. Tell me, does the little Robin Hood take care of you?" He asked causing you to stop in your tracks. You turned on her heel to look at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think we both know what I am talking about,"

"That's none of your business,"

"It seems I struck a nerve. Why don't we reenact old times and see if you want to go back to Earth,"

"You saved me so you could fuck me?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. "Glad to see you are the same Loki,"

"Why change perfection?"

"What do I have to do to go back to Earth?"

Meanwhile back on Earth...

Clint looked at Thor. He couldn't believe you were not back on Earth yet. The stupid god must have been poisoning you to keep her up there.

"So you can't go up there and bring them both back?" Clint questioned the god of thunder. Thor sighed in annoyance. He had been asked the same question for the past two weeks.

"She was still unconscious when I went up there. He is taking care of her. He isn't holding her against her will," Thor spoke like a broken record.

"I know of their past. He still loves her and I will not have him forcing himself on her," Hawkeye shouted. Thor turned to look at him.

"Their past is in the past. I know my brother. He will not hurt her. I will go up tonight. I will check to see if she is awake and bring her back to you," Thor promised. "You have my word,"

Back on Asgard, you tried to convince the god to release you. The god of mischief agreed to let you go if you accepted a dinner date with him. At first, you quickly rejected him but now figured the god would not budge until his needs were met. You wore a cream-colored dress that showed your midriff. Appropriate? No, but conveniently that was the only clothing in the closet. The servant knocked on the door.

"King Loki is ready for you," the servant announced behind the closed door. Just one date for her freedom. This shouldn't be so hard. You made your way towards the dining hall.

The servants opened the door for you. Just like old times. The room was certainly more romantic than you remembered. Your favorite flowers hung all around the room. Soft music played from the harp. He was standing by a chair and pulled it out for you to sit.

"Come. I am many wonderful things and a gentleman is certainly one of them,"

You walked over to the chair and sat down. He pushed the chair in for you.

"No funny business. You promised dinner and you will take me to Earth,"

"I assure you, my pet, I will only act when you beg me to,"

Loki clapped his hands and the servants provided them two plates. He ensured that they served your favorite meal. You slowly ate trying to have some grace although not eating for two weeks made you want to ravage your meal.

"Don't be shy. I know you must be hungry,"

"Why aren't you eating?"

"I intend on eating something else tonight,"

You knew Loki. That statement was supposed to be out of line. You placed your fork down and looked in his eyes.

"Clint and I are together. You shouldn't be talking to me like this," you scolded.

"You never answered my question. Does he satisfy you as I do?"

"Did. Satisfied you like I did,"

"So I did satisfy you?"

"You know you did," you answered through gritted teeth. He loved to revel in you becoming undone. All the times he edged you and continued despite the sensitivity from your orgasms. You begged him to continue through it of course. You loved what he gave you.

"Does he? A mere mortal?"

"Yes, not that it is any of your business,"

You were never a good liar. A smirk crept up on the god's face.

"It's never polite to lie," he tutted.

"Who said I was?"

"Because I know you, my little pet. I know you hunger for me as much as I hunger for you. Every night while you lay awake at night wishing it was me filling you up. When you touch yourself... You think of me,"

You stood up from your chair. Enough was enough.

"Take me back to Earth, now. I ate your dinner," your face red from being flustered. You breathed heavily. Beads of sweat started to form. The room had risen a few degrees with his words. A smirk appeared on his lips. "What do you want from me?"

"You. In my bed. Moaning, screaming my name while you writhe under me," he answered honestly. "I know you want this as much as I do. No one has to know,"

His words reminded you of a question you were frequently asked as a child.

If you could do something bad without getting caught would you?

You always answered no of course, but this was different. This wasn't committing a crime. Two consenting adults having sex. No one would have to know. No one would have to get hurt.

"I...," you stared at the table before her. "No one will know?"

"I won't tell a soul,"

A smile appeared on his face. He knew his flustered pet could not say no to him for long. He grabbed your hand and teleported to his room. His lips locked on to yours. He cupped your ass in his hands and laid her on the bed.

You separated your legs for him. Loki bunched your dress around your hips. He leaned down and kissed your thighs.

"So beautiful, my pet," he whispered. He hooked his fingers around your underwear and slid them down. He threw them over his shoulder without a care in the world.

The god kept his word on eating something tonight. He wasted no time toying with you. He placed her right leg over his shoulder to give him a better angle. His expert tongue worked on teasing you while his thumb worked on your bundle of nerves. You arched your back and bit your lip trying to keep quiet. The servants would hear them and they would report back to Thor.

"I gave them the night off. I want to hear everything from those pretty lips of yours," he spoke as if he read your mind. His head was propped up between your thighs. His thumb still working your clit. He kissed your thigh once more before diving back into giving you pleasure.

"Loki," you breathed and bucked her hips. His strong hands grabbed your hips and forced them to stay still. The god always wanted control, especially during intimate moments. He loved to control the amount of pleasure that came to you. Your reactions told him you needed more or less. You whimpered once his mouth was removed from between your thighs.

"As much as I would love to taste you, I want to feel you around me even more,"

He slid a finger inside of you. Your back arched for him once more. He toyed with you before adding another finger and then another. Your moans echoed out the hallway. You didn't realize how much had been missing in the sex department with Clint.

"Now for the main course," he smiled and removed his clothing with ease. He was on his knees before you. Loki watched you closely. Your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. A sheet of sweat covered your body. He had never seen you so worked up before and he loved it.

"Tell me what you want,"

"You," you replied hoarsely. Loki grabbed himself and rubbed his head against your slit.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

You growled in frustration. This was all a game to him. Always has been and always will be. He wanted to use this over your head.

"Please," you whimpered. It had been a while since you had this much pleasure.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"Fuck me, my king," you pleaded in defeat. He grabbed your leg once more placing it over his shoulder. He slipped the tip of himself in and stopped. He wanted to revel in this for as long as he could. He bucked his hips and soon you were wrapped around him. Loki brought his head back and moaned.

"You were always so tight. It is like you were made for me as I was for you," he told you. He filled you to the brim wanting to feel all of her around him. A series of moans and pants slipped out with each thrust.

"Loki, I'm so close," you admitted embarrassed at how much your body needed this.

"Cum for me, my pet. Don't be dismayed. There will be more for you tonight," he promised. Loki kissed the leg on his shoulder. A few more thrusts and she unraveled.

"LOKI!"

He moaned loudly feeling you clench around him. He continued his powerful thrusts on you never letting you come down from that high. The foolish mortal man left you wanting more and as king he was going to ensure his people were taken care of.

Moments later an unexpected visitor walked the hallways.

"Loki? Your name?" Thor's voice called out in the empty hallways. The palace was strangely quiet. He didn't see any sign of movement. No servants, no guards, and more importantly no Loki or your name. He heard a series of moans coming from his brother's room.

"Oh no," he rushed to his brother's bedroom door. Loud moans continued to slip out of the cracked door. He poked his head in and gaped at what he saw. Your name was on top of his brother. You rode him while the raven-haired god laid on the bed watching you. Loki turned his attention to the door upon seeing his brother.

Loki placed a single finger to his lips to show his brother to keep quiet. Thor closed the door quickly. He was going to tell Clint that previously injured woman was still recovering.

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Miracles

WOWZA THIS IS A DOOZY

I’ve written longer fics but this one��s pretty long too! 7623 words long.

Anyway, ENJOY!

“Why do you hate me?”

Y/N looked up and blinked in surprise, the paper she was sketching on momentarily forgotten.

“What?” Y/N managed to say cooly.

“You hate me. And don’t deny it,” Loki said quickly when he saw Y/N open her mouth to refute Loki’s statement. “You speak to me in clipped tones and you have never, not once, looked at me with anything but contempt in your eyes. What have I done to deserve your ire?”

Y/N pursed her lips before she slowly closed her sketchbook, her pencil stuck between the pages. She gathered all her strength as she stood up, raveling her breath like spun thread before she met Loki’s deep penetrating gaze.

There was fire in her eyes, a searing well of hate so deep that it took him aback. Loki could have drowned in her hate as easily as it could have burned him.

“2012,” Y/N said evenly without so much as a hint of heat in her tone. “74 people were killed in the Battle of New York. In the grand scheme of things, 74 lives lost are pretty good odds considering that millions of people lived in New York. We were told to be grateful to the Avengers for saving our lives. It’s hard to be grateful when everyone I loved died that day.”

And before Loki could react, Y/N had walked away.

It seemed, her ire was well deserved.

“So you hate them as well?”

“What?” Y/N asked, no longer bothering to hide the irritation in her voice. Her brow furrowed in annoyance, her lips slightly parted as air whooshed in and out in controlled even breaths. Her sketchbook was once again momentarily forgotten with Loki breaking through her once peaceful reverie.

“You said, ‘We were told to be grateful to the Avengers for saving our lives. It’s hard to be grateful when my whole family died that day.’ Those were your exact words.” Loki said, pulling up the chair across from Y/N despite her deep scowl telling him not to. “Your words imply that you hate the Avengers and, by extension, my brother. If there is anyone to be blamed for your family’s demise, it should be them. Their inadequacy caused the death of 74 people. And yet, here you are, a part of the very institution you despise.”

Y/N was such in a deep state of shock that for a moment, she forgot to be angry. Was he really blaming the Avengers for her family’s death? Then the rage began to settle in her. Her blood became hot, her skin suddenly feeling the hard bristles of anger poke within her as if her emotions were fighting for release. “What? You think I would blame the Avengers for what happened to my family?” She released a harsh bark of laughter, one that had Loki’s hair rising on end.

“I would have assumed—“

“You assumed wrong,” Y/N said viciously, any sign of mirth in her face replaced with cruelty. The fire in her veins was singing now, a savage song of nails and broken glass that had Y/N’s breath hitching in her throat.

She could throttle him, she thought. She could actually wrap her fingers around the god of mischief’s neck and squeeze as hard as she could and no one would be the wiser. The compound was currently empty with the rest of the team off on a mission, leaving only Y/N and Loki alone in their base of operations. Y/N had thought that with the compound being as large as it is, it would be more than easy to avoid Loki but it seemed, the god of mischief was eager to seek her out. If she killed him now and buried his body in the woods, no one else would know. She could kill him and she would do it with alacrity, she thought to herself.

Judging by Loki’s earnest face, he seemed oblivious to Y/N’s murderous thoughts. Maybe he just didn’t care.

Y/N took a deep shuddering breath. Even though Loki deeply unsettled her, he was still Thor’s brother. Thor likely wouldn’t appreciate it if Y/N went and offed his brother. In a fair and even fight, Loki would likely be able to fend Y/N off all by himself but Y/N rarely fought fair. She was a survivor and if there is one thing every survivor knew it was the futility of trying to fight fair. Life was never fair and a person should never limit their options by trying to be honorable. You fight with everything that you’ve got with anything you can reach and with whatever thing you can do, consequences be damned.

She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. She packed her stuff as she spoke in the hopes that maybe keeping her hands busy would mean that she would be unable to kill Loki.

“The only person to blame for New York is you,” Y/N huffed as she slammed her sketchbook shut. She gave Loki a steely glare. “The Avengers were the good guys. You weren’t. If there is anyone to blame for what happened to my loved ones, it would be you.”

And she walked away one again before Loki could say anything.

The chair across from her scraping against the floor had Y/N’s eyes rolling so hard, she was sure she saw her brain inside her head. Only one person would bother her while she was trying to finish her sketching.

“Loki, I would like to be left alone, please.” She said the words coldly, her voice unflinchingly hard. She kept her gaze steady on her pencil as it moved around the page, the shavings darkening her fingers as she used it to shadow and shade her drawing.

She really didn’t want to deal with Loki right now. Any time Loki came to speak to her, her memories attacked her, consuming her very thoughts until all she could think about until the wee hours of the night was her family. Reliving those memories were a special kind of torture Y/N wouldn’t wish on anyone, not even Loki.

But Loki didn’t leave her alone. Instead, he sat in the chair across from her, silent.

Y/N didn’t so much as acknowledge him. She couldn’t make him leave, that much was true, but she could ignore him.

“I wasn’t myself.”

Y/N’s pencil stopped on the page, her eyes still wholly focused on her drawing but her ears trained on the god before her. She waited for a breath and then another, her mind counting the seconds before Loki decided to speak again.

“I wasn’t myself when I attacked New York.”

Y/N glance up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Loki’s face seemed impassive, his mouth set in a tight line, his eyebrows without any creases. But his eyes, so impossibly blue, swam with an emotion Y/N couldn’t describe. There was sadness there, yes, and perhaps there was even a little bit of regret but most of all, there was anguish.

Yes, that had to be it. Anguish. Anguish so deep and haunting, it was like seeing a tortured ghost in a haunted house. It would have been frightening had it not been so sad. She’d only seen that look on someone’s eyes on one person before and it was every time she looked at herself in the mirror.

He wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were downcast and faraway, his mind in the thrall of whatever unpleasant memory made him look so haunted.

“I do not know if you are aware of the history I have with my brother but I can guarantee, it had not been easy.” Loki said, his voice even, betraying none of the sorrow in his eyes. “When we fought for control over Asgard, I fell off the rainbow bridge and found myself in Thanos’ presence. He…” Loki hesitated, his eyebrows creasing. He cast a glance towards Y/N and when he saw that she was listening intently, he continued. “I was tortured. The knowledge of how long I was tortured was kept from me. A hundred years could have passed and I would never know. All I knew from my time with him and his brood was excruciating pain. There isn’t a day that goes by when I do not regret my actions in New York but they were the actions of a scared and broken man. It does not excuse me, I know but I am sorry, for whatever my apology is worth.”

Y/N often imagines what grief would look like if she decided to draw it. She could easily draw happiness, it was sunshine and flowers in bloom, the thawing of ice as spring began to awaken. She could draw anger, all broken glasses and smashed windows and fire consuming everything it touched. She could imagine envy, silken green sheets that wrapped around a person’s throat, stealing the breath out of a person’s lungs. She could even draw sadness, the image of a sputtering flame, smothered by a torrential rain. But she could never imagine grief. It was hard to imagine something abstract to compare it to when she saw grief in her face every day.

Right now, if she tried to draw it, all she would see was Loki’s face. His face turning soft, almost disheartened, a singular tear falling from his eye, as solitary as he most likely felt.

It was the first time Y/N saw him without any hint of his usual bravado and somehow, that thawed something in herself.

Her own eyebrows furrowed, a frown dashing the once impassive expression on her face. She gently closed her sketchbook before her hands reached across the table and clasped Loki’s hand around her own. He looked at their clasped hands, his skin pale against the darkness of the pencil shavings in her hands and Y/N could almost note the exact moment when hope crept in his face like a trickle of water.

“I forgive you,” Y/N said softly.

And before Loki could say anything, Y/N was already on her feet, rushing towards her room in an effort to hide her fast beating heart and the rock that lodged itself in her throat.

Forgiveness was no easy thing, of that Y/N was certain. It left her breathless, the memory of the event, sitting in the kitchen table, Loki’s mournful eyes, replaying itself in her mind like a movie.

She has forgiven him. She was sure of that.

But the anger that had become a leech in her life suddenly didn’t know where to go.

It felt like a beast trapped under her skin, a slithering monster constricting around her heart, fangs pierced through it and continuously pumping out copious amounts of venom, filling her with wrath.

It was funny how her powers manifested itself as fire, flames consuming everything around it. Her rage felt like that. Fire consuming anything good she could ever feel, would ever feel, in her life.

With a scream of rage, her arms swung, the fire that erupted in her fingertips flying through the air in a graceful arc that hit the target square in the chest in an explosion of sparks and flame. It consumed the target, its heat licking at the plastic of the dummy until it became a melted mess on the floor.

“Someone’s angry.”

Y/N spun, her anger momentarily forgotten as she stared at Loki, who’d been watching her from the entrance of training room.

“I must admit, it’s nice to see your anger directed at something other than me.”

Y/N turned her back to him, another crackle of flame erupting from her fingertips as she hit another plastic dummy with a blast of fire.

“Silence,” Loki noted as if Y/N’a silence was the most fascinating thing in the world.

Loki’s voice was starting to become grating. She wanted to be alone, as she always wanted to be when she was training.

Unfortunately, Loki didn’t get the memo.

“I thought you’d forgiven me.”

Another dummy went up in flames.

“I have,” Y/N said, her tone clipped and devoid of emotions.

“And yet, you are upset?” Loki’s words ended in such a way as if he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer to his own question.

“Not with you.”

It was the most Y/N could say before she sent another dummy into its burning grave.

“Then with who?”

Y/N sighed. She wasn’t sure why she was so angry and in truth, she wasn’t really angry at anyone. She just needed an outlet to release all of her negative emotions and she’d rather kill plastic dummies than hurt any of her friends in a sparring session.

Y/N turned to Loki, ending her session for the day. Hurting defenseless dummies wasn’t doing anything for her rage anyway. “I just have a lot of negative emotions and I needed an outlet. Better I hurt these dummies than my friends. I’ve burned them enough times to know how painful it is to fight with me.”

“Have you burned my brother too?” Loki asked with a wry smile.

“Him more than most,” Y/N answered with a small smile of her own, “he always thinks he’s some kind of indestructible god so he always steps up to the plate whenever I need to train with someone. Unfortunately for Thor, fire hurts more than lightning. He’s been burned so often, it’s a miracle he isn’t covered in scars.”

“Asgardian skin is tougher than you Midgardians think.”

Y/N simply shrugged. “My sparring partner needs to be more than just indestructible. They need to be fire proof.”

At that, Loki seemed to smirk. “Perhaps I can be of assistance. Has my brother ever told you of what I am?”

“Frost giant, right? Not really Asgardian.”

Loki nodded. “I am a prince of Jotunheim. It lends me abilities that most do not have. We are creatures of ice, you see. Your fire would have no effect on me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’d like to offer up my services as your sparring partner. If you’d have me, that is.”

Y/N considered this. Though she’s forgiven Loki, there was no denying that she was still upset with him. After all, she is only human and she lost her family because of his actions. It would take a saint or even an angel in order to truly forgive Loki for everything he’d done.

And she was anything but an angel.

“Alright then,” Y/N said as she walked towards the center of the room, “let’s see what you got, Loki.”

Loki seemed surprised at Y/N. “You wish to train with me now?”

“No time like the present. Now are you going to fight me or not, Loki?”

Loki stared at her as if wondering if she was truly serious. After finding Y/N’s face devoid of heistation, his pristine black suit transformed into full Asgardian fighting leathers as he walked towards Y/N, his skin shifting into a frigid blue, his eyes an enchanting red.

Y/N didn’t so much as blink at the strangeness of his alien form. She’d seen scarier and stranger aliens and Loki’s vaguely humanoid features was enough to remind her that underneath all of the strangeness was still Loki.

“You should know, Loki, I don’t let up,” Y/N said as she crouched, her body poised and graceful like a jungle cat.

“Let up?”

She often forgot that Loki and Thor were Asgardian, unfamiliar with Earth’s little turn of phrases. Seeing his brows brought together, his faced scrunched up in thought at her words had a wry smile stretching her lips. “It means I don’t stop until I win.”

At that, Loki grinned. “I should hope not. I would like a worthy fight, after all.”

“You never did say how you got your abilities.” Loki’s voice filled the quiet space, sucking Y/N out of her reverie.

Her eyes snapped towards him, heavy with lethargy. “What?”

“Your abilities. Midgardians aren’t born with the ability to control fire.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped towards the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the flurry of snow fall from grey sky. Loki and her sat on one of the expensive couches Tony purchased for the compound, a roaring fire crackling on the fireplace, their only source of light. They were alone again, the compound empty save for the god of mischief and the peculiar human. The team had decided to spent the holidays in their respective homes and with Y/N being alone and Loki refusing to come home to Asgard for the winter solstice, the pair had been forced to spend the holidays with each other.

It wasn’t as unbearable as Y/N initially thought. After the hours they’d spend training with each other, Y/N’s contempt at being around Loki had thawed. It wasn’t gone by any means but it wasn’t as bad as it was before. She can have a civil conversation with him now without feeling the urge to stab him in the chest.

She couldn’t remember the last time she spent Christmas with someone other than herself and if Y/N was being honest with herself, it was nice to not be lonely for a change.

Today, she woke up feeling better about herself in days, good enough that she even had the energy to put up a Christmas tree.

Well, she only had half the energy and so the tree was bare on one side and the side that did have decorations was a little disorganized but in Y/N’s defense, she hadn’t decorated a tree in years.

In fact, despite how unappealing the tree looked, it looked pretty against the orange light of the crackling fireplace and the backdrop of the falling snow.

“I don’t think you’d like the story of how I got my powers,” Y/N muttered, leaning forward to grab her mug of mulled wine. It had gone cold quickly despite the roaring fire but it wasn’t anything Y/N couldn’t fix. Her hands easily warmed up the beverage, heating it up until steamed danced in the air before her.

“I am bored and I will welcome any story you tell no matter how horrendous you think it to be.”

Y/N glanced at him, her previous feeling of tiredness melting away. She suddenly felt on edge by Loki’s words. What was it about Loki that had alarm bells pealing in her head despite her best efforts to remain calm?

She took a sip of her mulled wine, the alcohol like a shot of liquid courage straight to her veins. She placed the cup back down to the coffee table before facing Loki, who was looking at her with a peculiar expression.

“If I tell you this story, you have to swear to me that you would never repeat whatever I say to another person.” Y/N’s eyes flashed in severity, one that had Loki’s interest piquing.

Loki simply nodded, his own face losing the once mirthful expression upon seeing Y/N’s own seriousness.

Y/N took a deep breath, a faraway look gleaming in her eyes as she began to tell her story.

“I was always ambitious when I was a kid. I had big dreams for myself, the biggest dream being that I could follow into my parents’s footsteps. They were scientists, you see. The best in the world. So good in fact that SHIELD gave them grant after grant to continue their research. They were thermonuclear scientists. My parents thought that they could find a way to infuse the power of a nuclear bomb to people.

“I always thought their jobs were so cool. I strived hard to be as good as them, as smart as them. I graduated high school at the age of 15 and college at 18. I received my PhD for Physics and Chemistry when I was 22 and I worked under my parents ever since.

“On the day you attacked New York, I was away on business and on the way home for my birthday. They planned a party for me, my parents, my sister and even my friends were all there. Everyone that I loved was in our little loft, waiting for me to arrive from the airport after my plane was delayed. Then you attacked and they died and—“

The ball that lodged itself in Y/N’s throat left her silently gasping. Talking about New York, about her family and her friends, about how much she lost that day, always brought a fresh wave of tears in Y/N’s eyes. It didn’t matter how many years have passed since the genesis of her grief, her grief was a monster lodged in her heart, hissing and spitting poison at anyone who tried to dislodge it.

Something in Loki’s eyes shifted. He reached for her and Y/N briefly wondered if being comforted by Loki was what she wanted.

Before her mind could make up a response, her body acted instinctively. Her body seemed to cave in, allowing Loki to briefly touch her cheek to wipe away the solitary tear that rolled down her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Loki whispered, his eyes full of sorrow tinged with regret.

“Anyway,” Y/N said hastily, wiping away her eyes despite Loki’s frown. “I threw myself into my work and completed my parents’ life work. Unfortunately, there isn’t a long line of people willing to be turned into a nuclear explosion and so I buried myself underground and experimented on myself. Not exactly something I recommend. After three days of pure agony, I emerged and became a completely different person. Contacted Nick Fury as soon as I realized what I became and I’ve been working with the Avengers ever since.”

Loki was silent for a while as he processed Y/N’s words. “How do you do that?”

“What?”

Loki frowned, as though to say, isn’t it obvious? “How do you act as though your past doesn’t haunt you? I saw you when we first met. You hated me. There is no other word for the fire in your eyes. But you never said a word to the others about how you felt and even after I stayed here, encroached on your space, pestered you with questions about the past that you would rather forget, still you never said anything to the others in the hopes of relieving yourself. Why is that?”

“I distinctly recall yelling at you several times.”

“You said plenty to me but not to them. Not to your friends. Not to the people who could easily cast me aside and turn me away whether Thor wants them to or not.”

Of all the things he could have asked, that was the one she least expected. She lifted a shoulder in response. “I don’t know. I’ve spent a lot of my time dwelling on the things I wish I could change. The past… it sucks and it’s messy but I can’t do anything about it anymore. I can only control the now, change the today. I figured, since you joined us, you’d want to change too. Who am I pass to judgement on you because you want to change?”

Loki looked as though he wanted to argue with her and so Y/N spoke again before he could. “Enough talk about me. Tell me about you.”

If Loki was jarred but Y/N’s sudden change in topic, he didn’t show it. But she did get the lingering sense that their conversation wasn’t over.

“You wish to know about me?” Loki said with an eyebrow raised in question.

She nods. “It’s only fair, I think. I say something about me, you say something about you.”

Loki seemed ti hesitate before he spoke. “What would you like to know?”

“Do you have a girl back home?” She didn’t really want to know but it was the only thing her mind could conjure up at the moment.

“A girl?”

“Or is it a boy?”

Loki grinned at that. “Neither. I have no one. I am… alone.”

“Really?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

Yes. No. Y/N wasn’t sure. Loki was handsome, too handsome really. Thor once told her that the Royal family was good looking, even by Asgardian standards and though Y/N had never seen Odin or Frigga, she had to agree with Thor the first time she saw Loki. Not only was Thor incredibly good looking, but Loki was too. But he was also the god of mischief and he couldn’t have been too popular back in Asgard.

She shrugged. “I figured there has to be at least one person you’ve fallen in love with before.”

“There has been a few individuals,” Loki said slowly. Like he’s picking out the right words to say. “Near immortality is too long to bear it alone. But, as of this moment, no. I don’t have anyone. Do you?”

At that, Y/N let out a derisive snort. “I’ve never even been kissed before.”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Well believe it because it’s true.”

“I don’t understand,” he said with a quizzical frown, “I have seen how you act when you think no one is watching and your soul, despite the anger that resides in you, is one of the purest I’ve ever met. Surely someone else has noticed you.”

Y/N quickly stamped down the warm heat that blossomed in her chest at Loki’s compliments.

“I’m not exactly beautiful. I’m pretty much average in the looks department.”

“You Midgardians and your shallow definition of beauty,” Loki said with a frown.

She raised an eyebrow, almost in challenge. “Why? Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes.” The word tumbled out of his lips as quickly as if he were saying the sky was blue. Like it was an absolute truth of the universe that couldn’t be contested. The sun was a giant ball of gas, the grass is green and Y/N was beautiful.

Fighting the rising blush in her cheeks, Y/N shrugs again. “I’ve never really found anyone worth it before.”

“Oh?”

“I want love, I do. I want the kind of love that could stop war in its tracks. The kind of love that is both the disease and the cure. I want the kind of love that could cheat death and breathe life into the earth. I want the kind of love that people write about in books. But I’m not stupid. That kind of love doesn’t come too often and I refuse to settle for less. I know what I deserve. I am not afraid of loneliness but I am afraid of wasting my time.”

“I thought you humans believe that it is better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all?“

“Most people do,” Y/N said as she took another sip of her mulled wine, ignoring the creeping flush on her cheeks. “I don’t.”

A thoughtful look passed over Loki’s features as he contemplated her words. Y/N wasn’t entirely sure what that meant so she continued sipping her mulled wine, still warm in her hands.

The quiet was nice. The crackling of the roaring fire, the warm scent of the candle she’d previously lit filled the room with the scent of Christmas. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine the laughter of old Christmas mornings with her family filling her.

For a moment, she almost forgot Loki was there and it was his voice that startled her out of her reverie.

“Do you think I’m a good person?”

She peered at him through a single eye, past her lashes. Despite the blur, Y/N could see that Loki’s eyebrows were furrowed into a frown, his mouth almost pouting as he looked at her expectantly.

“Does it matter, what I think?”

“It does to me.”

That had Y/N’s eyes snapping open.

“Your opinion of me matters very much.”

“Why? Why do I matter?”

Loki raised his shoulder in a shrug. “If someone who I’ve hurt—have taken everything from—can still think I’m worthy of redemption, then perhaps, I am.”

“God, what is with you and Thor and worthiness. I’m going to have to have a talk with Odin about drilling worthiness into his sons heads.”

“Y/N.”

She let out a sigh. “Alright, if you want my opinion so badly.”

“I do.”

Y/N let the mirth from her face drop. “I think everyone is worthy of being redeemed, even you. Especially you. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. Shame coats this building thicker than paint. All of us who have ever lived in this building, have done things we regret and yet people call us heroes. Imagine how much they’d love you when they forgive you.”

“Do you think they can forgive me?” A look of hope filtered through Loki’s face, lighting up his features. Against the orange glow of the crackling fire, it made him look beautiful.

“I think that if I can forgive you, then they can too.”

Slowly, the Avengers began to trickle back into the compound. She greeted her friends with open arms, feeling lighter than she had in days.

Spending the holidays with Loki was a more pleasant experience than she initially thought it was going to be. After their��� talk (it was more like a heart to heart, really) Y/N could comfortably be around Loki without wanting to tear her hair out of her head or cry or punch something.

In fact, in the rare occasions she could find some time for herself to draw, Loki was there, watching her in silence. Sometimes, he’d bring a book with him, a Midgardian book more specifically. Y/N wasn’t sure what he was reading, as Loki always magicked the book’s cover away into a generic leather-bound tome but he seemed to be enjoying it.

It was a little awkward at first. Truthfully, she found the parallels of their past situation hilarious. Wasn’t it only 6 months ago that Y/N was yelling at him for the murder of her loved ones at this very table? But it’s been nice, too. Quiet. Almost peaceful.

And that’s where they sat today, Loki and Y/N. It had been a grueling week of mission after mission and Y/N was thoroughly exhausted. So much so that Steve had even ordered her to stay in and rest while the rest of the team dealt with the problem alone.

Not that she was complaining. Time alone was rare and though she wasn’t technically alone, what with Loki mere inches away from her, it was still time she treasured.

He was reading again. His eyes scanning through the words on the page, his face almost earnest as he devoured his book. The sound of the pages of his book turning sliced through the quiet scraping of Y/N’s pencil against her sketchbook.

She’d been staring at him for the past fifteen minutes, her sketch momentarily forgotten, her eyes trained on the Asgardian whose eyes were furiously going from one end to the other of his book.

She wondered how long she’d have to stare before Loki finally realized that she’d been watching him.

Apparently, long enough for Y/N to grow impatient.

“Loki, what are you reading?” She asked, head cocked to the side in question.

Loki tore his eyes from the page almost reluctaantly. “Pardon?”

She fought a wry grin. “What are you reading?”

His once open face, turned sharp. Red tinged his cheeks, his smiling lips suddenly pursed, his eyes wide in… was that embarrassment? “Nothing.”

Oh it’s definitely something. “Loki, you look like a fourteen year old kid who was caught shoplifting. What are you reading?”

Loki slammed the book shut, schooling his face to be as still as stone. The only thing giving him away was his reddened cheeks. “Nothing of your concern, Y/N.”

“Ah. Is it smut? It’s okay if it is. I promise not to tell.” She said in an attempt to goad him into some kind of reaction.

But rather than reacting the way she thought he would, Loki’s brows pulled in puzzlement. “What is smut?”

Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to particularly describe that to Loki. “Never mind. I’m not sure I’m ready to get into that with you. You’re reading a Modgardian book?”

“Yes.”

“Do I happen to know this book?”

Loki narrowed his eyes at her and she watched, almost in amazement, as he stood up and walked away without another word.

“Are you seriously just going to ignore me?” Y/N called out, almost gobsmacked.

“Enjoy your sketching, Y/N.” Was Loki’s only reply before he disappeared from the dining room and into the living room.

“And then, he just walked away from me like a petulant child!” Y/N exclaimed, her hands flying everywhere as she recanted the story to Wanda and Natasha. “It was the weirdest thing ever!”

Natasha smirked. “Sounds like someone I know.”

“Oh please,” Y/N said with a derisive snort, “I have never walked away.”

“I don’t know about that, you do it quite often,” Wanda chimed in teasingly.

“Yeah, Y/N. You tend to avoid confrontation.”

“I do not.”

“Suuuuure,” Natasha said before shooting Wanda a knowing look.

“Besides, who even taught Loki about Earth’s customs and literature.”

“I did,” Wanda said, causing Y/N eyes to snap to her in surprise.

“You did?”

“Yeah. He came to me for help. He said he wanted to get to know Earth more. I lent him some of my books.”

“What were the books you lent him?” Y/N asked, a morbid sense of curiosity seizing her.

“The classics. Austen and Shakespeare to name a few,” Wanda replied with a shrug. “I lent him some modern books too but all I had were romances. I even managed to get him to read the bible. I wasn’t sure if he’d be interested but he took them from me anyway.”

A giddy smile spread across Y/N’s face at the thought. “You lent him romance books?”

“And the Bible?” Natasha’s eyebrows shot straight to her hairline in surprise.

Wanda nodded. “I did. He didn’t really like the Bible but he seems to be enjoying the romance novels. He gives it right back after he’s done with them so he can start another one. Finishes about three a week. I’m actually running out of books to recommend.”

“I didn’t realize he’d like reading romance books,” Natasha quipped.

“Neither did I.” And the grin that spread through Y/N’s lips could only be described as mischievous.

“You could have told me you liked reading romance books, you know,” Y/N fought the teasing smile that threatened to erupt from her lips.

Loki feigned indifference as he glanced at her from the top of his book. “I haven’t the faintest clue what you are talking about.”

“Jigs up, Loki. Wanda told me you’ve been borrowing books from her.” She pulled herself a chair, sitting down next to Loki, the image of casual grace.

“Now I understand your previous irritation with me upon my interrupting your reverie,” Loki muttered with an eye roll.

“I didn’t take you for a romantic,” she said, ignoring his jibe.

Loki didn’t so much as react, his eyes focused intently on his book.

“It’s alright, you know,” Y/N continued, ignoring Loki’s indifference. “I like romance books too. I enjoy them immensely.”

Y/N could almost feel Loki’s hesitation. “I quite like Austen.”

“She’s one of my favorites. My mom’s too,” Y/N grinned. “Though I prefer Pride and Prejudice to my mom’s Sense and Sensibilities.”

“I’m partial to Pride and Prejudice as well,” Loki said evenly. “Though I find many of its characters irksome.”

“Lemme guess. Mr. Collins, Lydia and maybe even Lady Catherine?”

“To name a few.”

“So what possessed you to start reading Midgardian romance novels?” As she said this, she maneuvered her chair until she was facing Loki, her legs coming up to rest on his lap almost absentmindedly.

If Loki was bothered by Y/N’s sudden feeling of comfortableness around him, he didn’t show it.

The seconds that passed before Loki spoke again had Y/N briefly wondering if she should repeat her question. “You once told me that you want the kind of love people write about in books. I wanted to see what that love meant.”

Of all of the things Loki could have said, that was the one Y/N least expected. “What? Why would you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Care about what I want.”

“Truthfully, I do not know,” Loki’s face was troubled, as though the very idea of caring about Y/N was concerning to him. But then he smoothened his expression with finality, as if in the span of a few seconds, he had come to accept that he truly cared for her.

Y/N didn’t know what to make of it and she ignored the fluttering butterflies that roiled in her stomach.

“I have come to care for you, Y/N,” Loki’s voice was soft and low, like Y/N was some wounded bird with a broken wing who needs soothing. He leaned forward earnestly, encroaching on her personal space. “I do not know when my heart decided to care for you or even why. I do not even know how you have accomplished where so many others have failed. But I do know that I care for you.”

“You care for me?” Y/N echoed dumbly.

“Most ardently.” Loki’s hand reaches for her, his knuckle brushing the hollow of her cheeks before his thumb glided across her open lips. “My body craves you, do you know that? It seeks you even when my mind does not. Every time I enter a room, I find myself looking for your familiar figure. When you laugh, it is the sound of my world hurdling through its axis. And when you smile at me… not even the explosion of a thousand suns could describe the warmth that burns in my chest at the sight of that smile.”

Y/N’s mouth was still hanging open at Loki’s words, her eyes wide and gobsmacked.

“I once thought you beautiful,” Loki’s eyes darted to her lips. His pupils were blown, the black like an island in the middle of a vast sea. “Now I know there are no words in any language to describe what you are. Your Midgardian customs, they are foreign to me. But I would gladly become a scholar and learn them all if it means learning you.”

Y/N had to swallow down the lump in her throat. Her tongue darted to her lips in an attempt to stave off the dryness but Loki’s heated gaze turned burning at the sight of her tongue.

She didn’t like how he made her feel, not after he said those things to her. But she would be a liar if she ever said she wasn’t the least bit affected by them.

She was too affected by them.

If this is how Lucifer felt before he fell then, my god, Y/N would have rebelled against Heaven too.

But rather than saying anything, Y/N quickly pushed Loki away, swiping her legs out from his lap and ran out of the dining room.

She left the matter alone and now it is a festering wound ripe with infection.

Loki’s been stealing glances whenever they were in a shared room and so she’d spent her free time holed up in her room, only leaving when her needs call for her or her job demands that she leaves.

She hadn’t spoken to Loki in a week and when she told Wanda and Natasha what had transpired within them, all her two friends din was smirk at each other.

“What?” Y/N demanded, her face pulled in a scowl of annoyance.

“Just that you proved us right again.” Natasha said nonchalantly.

“You ran away from him. That is avoiding confrontation.” Wanda added.

“I didn’t run away.”

“Pretty sure you did.”

“Nat!”

Nat raised her hands placatingly, further irritating Y/N. She was sitting by the desk in Y/N’s room, watching as Y/N wore the carpet down with her pacing.

“You can’t avoid him forever,” Wanda said.

“I know that,” Y/N said with a groan as she plopped on her bed next to Wanda. “I don’t know what to do.” Right now, all she wanted to do was hit something and with her avoiding Loki, she didn’t have her favorite sparring partner. It was enough to drive her nuts.

“Why not be truthful?” Natasha suggested. “How did Loki’s confession make you feel?”

Natasha’s question was enough to give her pause. She hadn’t actually thought about her emotions all that much.

Truthfully, Loki’s confession had her emotions racing. She couldn’t understand how she went from hating him, to reluctant allies, to liking him enough to be friends to this. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure what this was.

How did Loki make him feel?

There was only one answer to that question and upon realizing her feelings, she ran out of her room, ignoring Natasha’s irritated grumble. “There she goes again.”

Her feet ran throughout the compound, searching room after room for Loki’s familiar figure.

She felt like a thousand butterflies were ready to burst from her chest. Like laughter had been bottled up inside her for years and was finally yearning to be uncaged. Hers was a monster finally feeling the sun on its face for the first time in its life and she didn’t want to cage it again.

She skidded to a stop upon seeing Loki’s familiar figure, resting on one of the dining room table chairs.

The golden light from the setting sun hit him from all angles, casting him in a glow that softened his features. His body was relaxed, his breathing even but his eyes were far away. Y/N wasn’t even sure he noticed her watching him. But despite how quiet she was, something broke his reverie and his eyes slid towards her. It lit up in surprise at the sight of her and he stood up quickly. Loki’s lips began to form the first syllable to Y/N’s name but she interrupted him before he could.

“You make me feel alive.”

Loki paused, Y/N’s words silencing him.

“I am not a poet,” Y/N said, ignoring her fast beating heart, eyes focused on the man before her. “I don’t know how to use words like you can. I don’t know how to describe how I feel but I do know this. When I’m with you, I feel alive.”

Loki’s eyes widened in surprise at her words. He took a step towards her, one that had Y/N taking a step back, hands flying up to stop him. “I’m not done.”

Loki simply pursed his lips and let Y/N continue.

She took a deep breath before continuing. “When I’m with you, I feel alive. And… it scares me. I have never felt this way about anyone before and a part of me hates that of all the people I could have fallen for, it was you. You, who have hurt me more than anyone in this universe has. You have the power to hurt me even more than anyone ever will. And it scares the living crap out of me. I am terrified.”

Loki took another step forward and the look in his eyes had Y/N taking a step back, arms held out before her. As if to placate her, he bowed his head, attention to his feet but his ears still trained to her.

Without Loki’s penetrating gaze, the words came easily. They tumbled down from her lips like the dying leaves of autumn, falling slowly at first before you look up and realize just how bare the trees look. “I am terrified of the hurt and the pain. I am scared that you’ll make me feel alive and once you leave, you’ll leave me for dead. I can’t do that again. I can’t lose people like that again. But I am so tired of running. If I’m not too late and you’re still willing to try out whatever this is, then I am too.”

Ignoring her thundering heart, Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath. “You can say something now.”

But Loki stayed silent and Y/N’s pounding heart sounded like war drums in her ear.

“Loki?”

At his name, he looked up grinning like devil. He threw his head back, eyes trained to the ceiling, as if silent prayer. His lips were moving silently, saying words in a language Y/N couldn’t decipher. The glow from the windows made him look like an angel and it left Y/N breathless.

He finally met her eyes and his expression was lighter than she’d seen it in days.

“Loki, are you praying?” Y/N asked curiously.

“I am,” Loki confirmed as he closed the gap between them. “I do not believe in your gods but your words may finally convert me to religion. It’s nothing short of a miracle, I think, to hear you say what you said.”

“Funny you say that, I keep thinking you look like some kind of ethereal angel.”

“Angel? Darling, I am the furthest thing from it.” Loki was so close now, Y/N could feel the permanent chill emanating from his body.

“I know. I still think you look like one.”

He clasped his hands around her, that light smile on his face never leaving. It had the heart in Y/N’s chest thudding so fast, it was almost hard to count the beats.

“Thank you,” Loki said and Y/N knew nothing could wipe the grin off of Loki’s face at this very moment. “I am still unfamiliar of your Midgardian customs but I believe that in a situation such as this, confessions of love end in a kiss. May I kiss you?”

That elicited a laugh out of her ans Loki’s already light expression became even more joyful. “What I would do to hear you laugh like that everyday.”

“Yes, Loki. You can kiss me.”

And so he did.

[smolvenger]

A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Six (Loki x fem! Reader, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Series Summary: Inspired by A Court of Thorns and Roses with the Tom Hiddleston characters. As you lay dying of consumption, You make a deal with Loki to heal you in exchange for staying with him every month. You are whisked to a world full of magic...and danger.

Chapter Summary: You and your band of Loki and his variants travel to Jotunheim to see the Prophet for a clue about defeating Grendel, but you receive an unexpected warning about your old friend from home...

Warnings: Some angst and hurt/comfort. Loki being a cheeky lil shit. Mentions of sex, cheating, and a suicide attempt. Some spicy sparring tension. Me being bitter about the canon events of The Essex Serpent and it shows.

Word Count: 6K

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Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five

A/N: Happy Loki release day to all who observe! I hope you likeit!

“Hm- I think we should try each other. But…ladies first. Y/N, let’s see if you have truly improved,” Loki asked that day in training.

It was only your second week since you chose to stay here. Every day, training continued for two hours. You had now only picked up the basics of sword fighting.

You gripped your practice sword in your hand. It was technically not a sword yet- it was still a wooden pole with the weight of a sword. Better than having everyone being chopped into bits- and you were still a beginner. You nodded.

“Alright- then try me,” you replied.

Hal stood, arms crossed to watch. Thomas took out a pocket watch to keep track of the time.

“It will be three minutes- beginning- now!”

Loki charged up to you with the dulled practice sword. You took up yours as the blades touched.

Clang! He took it back to try to swipe you at the side, you tapped his- clang! Jonathan wiped off his sweat with a towel but kept an eye there to you both. Robert only crossed his arms and sat, but his eyes were steady.

“Not bad, Y/N darling.”

“Quit calling me that!” you barked. You took a sword to him, but with you exposed, he tapped your leg.

“Ah-ah! You just exposed yourself there- Y/N. Isn’t that better? Just Y/N.”

You tried to turn around quickly to get his other side, but he charged forward. You tripped on your feet and fell on your back.

“Two minutes!” Thomas announced with the pocket watch.

He gently traced the blade of the pole over your neck. You felt your heart beat fast at its touch- like that of a finger. Your muscles ached so badly they screamed at you. You had trained hard for an hour and a half and you were feeling it everywhere. And you were tired-you dreaded going to sleep and it was tougher to fall and stay asleep. You kept having that odd dream about the boat, the boy, the water, and the white hand.

“Are you going to give up that easily on the battlefield?” Loki asked, arching a brow.

“No! I just..I…”

‘Hmm, you need some motivation- when you are there in a fight, you must not give up. You have to continue to the end…” the god said. 

“I’m just…I’m…I’m tired…” you confessed.

He knelt down with a smile. His blade right over your stomach. Then he leaned down his head, sending a thought of his right into your mind to where you heard his voice clear as a bell. All with that blasted smirk on his face.

“Your breasts felt nice and soft when I was a cat.”

Enraged, you gave him a swift kick in the stomach. He fell forward, as you scrambled back up, got your sword, and put it against his throat.

“Hmmm- not bad, but you forget-I’m armed too-”

His pole whacked you on your feet. You fell from the surprise and realized you fell on top of him. He was-close. So close. Your noses, your lips, inches away. You took in the blue of his eyes, the ivory color of his skin. Both of you panting hard. Where your arms fell- it was like an embrace. Embarrassment flooded you. For all of them to see you both in such a…position. You stared at him dumbfounded, frozen with surprise. His shirt, his body, hot and flushed with exercise felt solid against yours. And there was something stirring inside you to touch him. Something you didn’t know. Something you didn’t want to say. Something you never dared explore, dared taste. 

You pulled yourself off, feeling the cool air of the outside over your skin enflamed with excercise and the accidental intimacy. You propped yourself up as did Loki. 

Thomas finally announced “Time!” as he closed the pocket watch. Loki used his seidr to wipe off the dust from his clothes and dry the sweat. He tilted his head at you.

“Well, Y/N, you need a little more practice…but you are far from bad,” he said.

Your muscles relaxed after being so tense that whole time. 

“That’s a compliment on your terms-Thank you.” you replied

You turned to the other gentlemen. Then Loki walked up to them. He looked at all of them, his expression hardening. 

“We shouldn’t wait for the ceremony of the heir to see him.” he announced.

“How come?” Jonathan asked, squinting his eyes.

“It’s a royal ceremony…no matter what happens or who is named, I will be there. It will be impossible to slip out without suspicion.”

Prince Hal gave a confused look.

“Just use your own privilege to let you through!”

Jonathan put a hand in front of him.

“He has a point…and every minute we hesitate, we wait- Grendel might gain a new ally. Attack a new place. A new life could be threatened…”

“Then…this place the prophet is in-will there be enemies there?” you asked.

“Only the Frost Giants. They only attack you if you attack them-they tried an invasion some odd thousands of years ago…but…”

A light in Loki’s eyes dimmed.

“But no- they aren’t to be-be…slaughtered…:

“If Grendel has no allies with them, he has no allies with them- and we will need to go. Prepare an offering for this prophet and go,” you nodded.

Thomas tucked the pocket watch into his pocket.

“I hear it’s very cold…I only hope the rest of you are as used to it as I am.”

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The land of the Frost Giants indeed. How cold it was! All of you wrapped up warmly. Jonathan and Robert in big, puffy coats and gloves. Robert clutched a case with his fists despite his chattering teeth. Jonathan only wore a determined frown. Thomas in his thickest cape and gloves. Hal shivered beneath his black cloak. And You shivered so bad even in your muff and heavy coat and knit scarf bundled before your face. Only Loki was in his normal clothes, going about perfectly fine. It was probably the godhood in him. You stepped through thick snow, the wind cutting at you as it hit you at an angle and the snowflakes hit you less like a gentle kiss and more like an angry pelt of tiny stones. 

“Here! His cave is here!” Loki pointed out to the cave. “I know it is- follow me!”

All of you trudged forward. Though it was still cold and you saw your breaths in the air. There wasn’t sleet or wind here. Your steps echoed.

Thomas brought out candles from his coat pocket and Robert lit them with his cigarette lighter.

“Alright- get it ready…” Thomas guided.

Robert nodded. He got out the case- sure enough, a whole roast chicken was there—warm and delicious smelling. If you hadn’t eaten right before, you would have been tempted to have a bite. Then Loki used his magic- there was blue light around. Then with another flick of his hand, he made the platter of chicken float in the air. 

“We are here…we have questions to ask you,” he announced, the sound echoing down.

Out walked the Jotun prophet. Your breath hitched as you took in his appearance. His blue skin and red eyes looked on you- his hair white and long with a little beard. Then his long, thin nostrils sniffed.

He looked down. Then walked forward to Loki. 

“Ah…a gift…” he said with a gentle, airy voice. He licked his lips. 

“Hmmm…delicious. Full of spices- expensive one. It’s must be from the Asgard palace…”

“Yes, it is,” Loki confirmed.

The Prophet smiled, then he lifted a hand and grazed Loki’s cheek. To your shock, the gods skin turned blue and his eyes red. Everyone paused, looking at each other. Your jaw was near the floor and you placed a hand over it. Loki was stiff, but his now red eyes hard. 

“A son from our kind for a dinner from Asgard. A fair trade, is it not?”

Loki said nothing. The Prophet released his hand and Loki’s appearance returned to normal.  

“Oh…but I must get through this before my dinner…what do you ask of me?” he questioned.

“Good sir, Tell us about Grendel…where is he? How do we defeat him?” Hal pressed. “We made our offer. And we have more- tell us where Grendel is!”

The Jotun Prophet continued to speak in his calm, wispy voice.

“Grendel hides. His mother sends out the armies. But they are everywhere. They perch in trees like ravens. Amble down the pathways. He has many camps-camps in every world. Even Midgard. Always in their camps and disguises. In their marks on trees, onthe ground… Grendel himself…is in deep hiding. For he has something precious…priceless…”

“Which is?” Thomas pressed. All of you leaned forward. The Jotun prophet kept a smile- the dealer of cards.

“A cauldron…” he announced.

“A cauldron?!” Robert gasped.

The Prophet nodded.

“A cauldron…of deep magic, deep power. Whoever touches it, drinks from it. They are renewed. It is old magic and new magic. 

“So this cauldron is the key to his strength?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes…if it is destroyed, he will be too- as simple as a blade will defeat Grendel and his conquest…” The Prophet confirmed.

The wind whistled outside. You shivered further into your coat. The Prophet gave you another look- his red eyes right into yours. He only kept smiling and then turned back to Loki as the God of Mischief spoke.

“But Grendel leaves no trail…” he argued. 

“Yes, little prince… he guards his cauldron like a hen guards her eggs…but the cauldron does leave a trail…and it is hidden…stowed somewhere safe…” he said.

The Prophet held out a hand and twirled his little finger- you saw bits of blue magic twirl around it. It formed a cauldron that spiraled on his fingertip in blue mist.

“It is said…there is a special spell…when a dagger is blessed with it…and the magic from that dagger neutralizes it…then, and only then, shall Grendel be vulnerable…”

The cauldron disappeared into air.

“Then, that’s it! That’s how we defeat him- find and destroy the cauldron!” you cheered.

The Prophet’s red gaze turned to you. His voice did not change or raise in its tone.

“His spies report everything they hear. Including that of mortals in the Asgard palace…It’s a wonder he’s so interested in you-”

“Me?!” you cried.

The Prophet nodded.

“He’s heard of you- the mortal girl saved from death. The bargain from the god…and they say- now that magic has touched you, been inside you, it won’t leave. Hearing thoughts, strange dreams…and there soon will be others in time- so no wonder Grendel is curious about you, Mortal lady…”

You felt your stomach twist and could hear your heart pick up. You remained frozen and the cold had nothing to do with it. He sighed through his nose. As the plate with the chicken floated, he tore off a bit of skin and ate it.

“A pity about your priest…you loved deeply. But he was not your True Love-so it could not be….”

“True love? Do you mean Will?” you asked.

“What do you mean about ‘True Love?’” Thomas asked curiously. Loki stayed where he was, his eyes wide.

“Yes- the True Love. The Great Love. When Fate binds you forever to that person- and the great love you feel for them can never be broken- but only when both return it. It is special. It is rare. You can never think of, never dream of betrayal, of harm-the person you were meant to be with. When both are destined to it by all the gods- that they were meant to find each other, and to be together…take comfort in that fact…”

He dug in, found a little bit of white meat. He took a bite, licking his fingers. Then he spoke on.

“How strange you are here…it wasn’t supposed to be you…”

“How come!? I am me!” you asked.

“I’m not sure what this has to do with Grendel…” Jonathan wondered.

“No- there might be a clue…”

“Hmmm, you were an alternate universe…of what should happen…of this other timeline…“But it seems, your existence, your birth, shook things up…now there are two timelines supposed to happen…” he said.

You stepped forward, desperate.

“What is supposed to happen?” you asked.

“You see…in this other timeline…you are not there…the threat of this False Serpent was supposed to happen…years later…oh- and she…The Lady of the Stars…. Fond of things that are blue…”

“Why- that’s Stella! My sweet Stella! She’s my friend!” you gasped.

“Yes- with her tender heart. Her gossiping mouth. She has a role there- an important one. A fitting one for her.  For she knows all and speaks to all…”

“Oh, Stella could befriend Ebeneezer Scrooge himself if she wanted to!” you cried.

“Pray tell, Who is he?” Hal asked.

“Is he some warrior or prince of Midgard?” Loki seconded. 

“We’ll tell you later,” Robert said, stifling a small laugh.

“The Lady of Stars, The Lady of Blue…should you not have been there, Y/N- it is she who is the bride for the priest….”

“What?! Stella…. Married to…to Will?!”

How both fitting and odd it felt to you. But married to Will of all people. She would never complain under his thumb. She never complained about anything. You recalled looking at her small hands as she would arrange and organize her belongings. Though she was slightly tall, her hands were tiny. Oh- how easily his big hands would crush hers! 

“Their marriage is..idealistic. Deeply loving. Strong. They love each other so much. There are….children…two of them die, but three survive…at night, they hold each other, skin to skin…they love each other- it is a deep, strong connection…”

“Are they supposed to be each other’s True Love?” you asked.

The Prophet paused. His smile never leaving his face- a dealer who knew everyone’s cards before they set them down.

“No…” he said.

“No?” you repeated.

“The True Love is so sacred, one cannot imagine another taking their place. Their desire, their adoration, is all consuming- they crave no other…one would think the Star Lady’s marriage would be that…it appears like that…and it will appear like that for fourteen years…until…”

“Until?” Loki commented, squinting his eyes. The others looked genuinely confused.

“The Serpent arrives…rather, it’s threat…It was supposed to wait…fourteen years later….when the widow arrives…”

You felt your stomach drop.

“No matter what, whoever was the priest's wife was bound to suffer, for the widow is too much for him to resist…”

“Is Cora Will’s true love?” you asked curiously.

“Strangely...no…” the prophet said.

“No? How come?” this time it was Loki who was parroting.

“The Priest shall never find his true love for his heart is never settled, never on one…for the Star Lady is the Wife of Perfection. Beautiful. Proper. Sweet. Child-Bearing. And she claims it is better her husband is happy, says how she holds no jealousy…caring only for his happiness and peace than hers…”

You let a free hand fall from the one holding your lit candle and dropped it into a fist. No….Stella happily married…only be betrayed as you were!

“But that doesnt make what he did right!? Why should it be?!” you cried. “It says far more about Will to decide to betray her than it does about her! And prophet- where is her lover?”

“Pardon?” he asked gently.

“If Will can take a lover, she can too! We all thought her the real beauty of the town…where is her lover then? Some soldier writing her letters!? A duke rake falling on his knees before her! A baronet dancing with her-Thomas! Why can’t we send him!? So she has a handsome baronet in black as her lover?!” you cried.

Eyes turned to Thomas. And there was a a nervous chuckle from him. Only Jonathan kept looking at the prophet, never glancing at anyone else, but listening. The Prophet shook his head.

“No. She is a good and faithful wife-”

You stepped forward, interrupting.

“Why is it Stella must remain a faithful, dutiful wife and Will is the one free to do as he pleases without consequence?!”

The Prophet gave no answer. But he kept his smile on, and it made you sick inside. 

“Her fate is to smile and say all is well…as her husband freely takes the widow in fields and pleasures her against trees as the blue lady coughs out blood…”

You felt nauseous again. Then it struck you.

“It was…Stella…who was supposed to have consumption?”

“Yes, dear child…and it was Stella who was supposed to take the widow’s son…go to the beach…bring her collection…”

Suddenly, you didn’t like where this was going. Yet you said.

“Then…then what happens…why are they at the beach?” you asked. It was similar…too similar. The flowers and bottles from your dream- they were blue trinkets! It was her collection! And that meant…was your dream of…of…

“She will say…she is going to meet him…but we all know…the real reason why…”

You felt the blood drain out of you.

“No- no, no, no, please prophet!” you begged.

“The widow’s son finds a boat…gathers her things inside…she goes in the boat…”

“No-stop there!” you begged. 

 But he did not stop.

“He pushes the boat…out to the sea where it floats to the middle…”

“No-prophet- please-”

“And with a smile, she drowns herself for her husband and his mistress like a good girl”

“NO, STELLA!!” you screamed. 

You lurched forward- Jonathan held your arms back. Then you collapsed. On your hands and knees, tears pouring out of you. You clasped a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my god…Stella…poor Stella…” Tears poured out. “She’s going to die…kill herself…kill herself, Stella-”

Loki went over, he hugged you and you nestled into him. You shook so hard. 

“Oh- fear not, Mortal woman! She doesn’t die!” The Prophet consoled you.

You turned up.

“The Priest - drags her out of the sea in time. In time for her to live- for her slow eventual death so he can run back to his widow’s arms. He’s quite a devoted husband…”

“Fuck him!” you shouted impulsively. 

You grabbed a rock and threw it on the cave wall in fury, imagining it was your old fiances's skull smashed into bits. Guts and bones spewing out. The Lusty Vicar as a Not Very Lusty-looking corpse. You turned to the prophet. 

“And this happens to Stella…is this what is going to happen or what might happen?” you asked.

“It happens once she marries him- not in that order- but when she vows herself to him, her fate is sealed…”

You put a hand over your mouth. You turned around, eyes down to the floor. You heard Hal close the case.

“Where can we find out about the spell- the dagger?” Hal asked.

“It must be a newly made one…and for the spell…it’s a book…why-in Vanaheim! The god of mischief must go to Vanaheim…” The Prophet answered.

“Then…that is where we shall go…” Thomas agreed, looking at each other.

“Well…I’ve said enough…I have a dinner to enjoy…you know where to seek me…goodbye…” he said.

The floating plate beside him, he vanished back into the cave’s darkness. But you still knelt down, crying so hard. You wished you could rejoice in finding out a key to Grendel’s defeat. But your mind was reeling. 

“Stella…oh, Stella….Oh god! What have I done? If I stayed engaged to him…he would have…he wouldn’t have anything to do with her…now…he’s free! He’s going to propose to her! And this is going to happen!”

Loki laid a hand on her shoulder. You heard Hal step forward.

“This was the maid?” the medieval prince asked.

“Stella…sweet Stella…she doesn’t deserve this…she deserves a prince, a knight in shining armor- not…not…not him….”

Fury consumed you.

“Fuck William and Fuck Cora too! If William even LOOKS at her, I SWEAR I will kill him! I’m going to kill him- and I’m going to kill Cora, too! I’m going to stab her and rip her limbs apart, That Bitch-”

Jonathan went forward, another protective hand before you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you found out about this- but-but pacing and talking will not solve anything,” Jonathan reasoned. 

You interrupted in your raging. Loki lowered Jonathan’s hand with a pleading look. Letting you rage on, get it out of you. You clutched your fists before you. 

“I will kill them- both of them! I’ll-I’ll take his green Sunday sash- and I’ll hang him in the church! No- better- I’ll hang them toghether! No, I’ll- I’ll take a real dagger and-and-and-and stab them a hundred times each! I shall- I shall I..for Stella…poor Stella…”

Loki embraced you again as you continued crying. Once you calmed down, you looked up at him.

“Jonathan is right. Talking won’t help anything. We have to go back…Just a little…”

“To Midgard?! Your time?!” Loki asked.

“We have to go! I have to go! I have to see her- speak to her-Stella! I cannot delay! I have to go back to Aldwinter!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

All of you arrived to the small Essex town immediately after. You landed in between two of the houses. How little anything had changed. The houses were still all white, the ground dark and dirty, and the sky grey and overcast even in Spring. You were back in your blue day dress. Loki had donned a dark bowler hat, a rich green waistcoat, and a dark coat. Thomas blended in perfectly in his black coat and suit and top hat. The other gentlemen had to adapt in order to fit into the time. Hal in his red waistcoat, Jonathan in his blue, and Robert in his grey. It would be a sight for a medieval prince in a red leather jacket and a dagger to waltz down the street. 

Yet…it was a street you hesitated to walk down. The others followed suit, yet you stayed. You leaned against the wall, barely peeking out. Checking to make sure to avoid a certain ex-fiancee. 

“Is there a…a…a man with a goatee and a green scarf out?” you asked.

Robert looked around freely and then shook his head. Very few people were out and about today. 

“No, the coast is clear.” he announced. 

Out you came. Walking staunchly, hurriedly, to Stella’s home. You had been there so many times you led the way with the few men at your heels.

You went up and knocked. Immediately there was Stella’s mother that answered. She let out a gasp.

“What! Miss Y/N! You’ve returned! What are you doing- is that-who are these men? And is that-is that Loki?” she asked. Though a twinge of disgust at the last word colored her voice. Loki only smirked and gave a little theatrical bow in response. 

“Mrs. Harris! Yes, I’m back to visit! The gentlemen are just my companions- they’re fine. Yes, I am safe and unharmed. Where is Stella!?” you asked.

“Why- she’s in her room! But please! These are guests! Let me make them comfortable!” Mrs. Harris insisted. Then she turned the corner and yelled out.

“Stella! Y/N is here! She’s brought guests! Make yourself presentable and make haste down!”

You heard Stella gasp in response from her room and the scurry of footsteps from the house. 

She led all of you inside the house. The five tall, broad men squished together on the couches and chairs. Pots of tea and teacups were brought out.

Then Stella finally emerged. Still in her blue, and adjusting her blonde braid to as she smoothed out a few hairs. As she went out, her lips with her rich, full lips dropped and she let out a gasp, then held her hands over her mouth.

“Y/N! Y/N…is that…is that you?!” she cried. 

You ran forth and hugged her and she hugged you back.

“Yes, Stella…Stella, I’m here…”

She turned around, her blue eyes wide at the men. 

“Dear Heavens! Guests! I have hazelnut biscuits to go with tea- made them this morning! Here- let me fetch them!”

She ran to the kitchen and offered plates of two biscuits for the god and his variants. 

 You felt Mrs. Harris look at the five men with eyes like the local rector. But she made no comment. 

“Mrs. Harris, Miss Harris, I should introduce you to them. They are my friends. You are familiar with Loki already,” you began

Jonathan picked up a biscuit and took a careful bite. Robert was working on his second one and Hal sniffed curiously at the tea before he took a sip. Thomas held his tea and smiled and sipped like a duck brought back to gliding on water. 

Stella looked at Hal as he dropped a cube of sugar into the teacup.

“Are you the gentleman that… spoke with me?” she asked.

“Ah, you are the maid! Very well and fair, thank you my lady,” Hal replied.

“Yes, they are!” You began. “Oh, Mrs. Harris, Stella- let me introduce you quickly- This is Loki, Doctor Laing, Uh- Mr. Lancaster, Sir Sharpe, and Mr. Pine.”

Sir Sharpe stood up made a small bow and a smiled at her. Robert wiped the crumbs off his pants. The others followed suit.

“ I hope the tea and biscuits are to your liking- I made them. They’re not my best, I admit,” Stella said.

“This drink you call ‘tea’ is rather good,” Hal said. He put up a biscuit. “As are these.”

“Perhaps you could teach Y/N the recipe!” Robert joked.

Jonathan softened his gaze- yet he seemed almost frozen. Then he nodded his head, a small smile on his lips. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, you are an excellent hostess, Miss Harris,” he said warmly.

You then emerged from your seat and grabbed Stella’s hand.

“Mrs. Harris, may I talk to Stella privately?” you asked.

“Why of course,” she answered.

Stella looked astonished as you practically dragged her and went with her back to her room. The wallpaper and little blue pillows and cushions. There was a writing desk- but you saw no letters. She wouldn’t be writing to him directly unless they were engaged-that gave you a little relief. You sat her down on her chair but remained standing. 

“Y/N- what is going on?” she asked.

“Stella- tell me- have you received any marriage proposals- any?” you asked desperately.

She shook her yellow head.

“No! No I…I haven’t…I promise you, if I had, I’d tell you! but Y/N…the last time I saw you, you had fainted! What were you doing in the woods?

“I have to tell you something-”

Stella’s jaw tightened and she leaned forward in her seat. 

“But…answer me please! I never knew! YN, what were you doing in the woods? I never got a letter from you- your family did, but not me! I’ve been worried all this time!”

You stopped. You realized you should have sent a letter to her. You took in a deep breath. Then you sat on the rocking chair next to the window, your hands clutched in your lap. 

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry. I promise. Stella…the reason why…is…is…”

You felt your throat get tight. You knew if you told someone, your reputation here would be that of humiliation, a laughingstock. But…then people would know what their rector did. What their scientist widow did too. And you wouldn’t be staying here to get the fire. On one hand, Stella could be trusted with a secret. But on the other hand, if she told someone…you decided it wouldn’t matter at all. You were going to be brought low in the town but you would drag them down with you.

“Because Will- Reverend Ransome…betrayed me for Mrs. Seaborne.” you stated.

Stella’s eyebrows shot up to the rim of her forehead. 

“I found their love letters before the wedding. Then I saw them kissing in a field. I confronted him about it that night and then cried and ran to the forest to hide from him. I was so distraught from it all I…I passed out. That was why I was there- and why Hal took me to Asgard. I then decided to end things. I sent him a letter and returned the ring,” you explained. 

Stella placed a hand over her heart.

“Oh…Y/N…that’s…that’s…dear heavens, I don’t know what to say!”

“He saw her even when I was sick! I…I loved him so much and he…he…he tossed me away for another!” you confessed, your body shaking with tears. 

Stella went up and embraced you.

“Oh, Y/N, that’s horrible for you! You deserve to be happy-you don’t deserve these tears…” she consoled.

“And neither do you…and that’s why I’m here,” you replied. You broke the hug, wiping the tears off her hand and staring her in the eye.

She blinked.

“What do you mean?

“Stella…Asgard is a magical place. Loki’s there, and so is his god family. But there’s a threat to their world and ours. I’m staying with them  to help out there’s Grendel…”

“What’s a Grendel!?” she asked.

“He’s a monster- humanlike, tall, with claws and eyes yet with fur. He’s strong and can fight. But he’s smart- talks like a person. He’s threatening to rule over all of us, Loki said…and that includes home- here on earth…”

Her eyes widened. But there was no sign of doubt.

“We went to a prophet to ask for help and he spoke about a clue to defeat him. But there’s more- he told me of you- of what’s going to happen to you!” you cried.

“To me!?”

You grabbed her shoulders, seriously. You hardened your look, your eyes never leaving hers.

“The Prophet told me my fate is supposed to be your fate. If you had married William, you would have died of consumption and he would have betrayed you for another as you lived!”

“What!?”

“Yes! And you would have attempted suicide!”

“Y/N! I…that’s…that’s what is supposed to happen to…to me?” she asked.

“Yes! Stella- I am very serious. I came back to warn you of this. I do not wish for you to suffer what I suffered. I don’t care if you insist it is better for the ones you love to be happy- I don’t care if you never act like me if you say you have no jealousy if you never reveal your deepest thoughts. He’s going to betray you for another, no matter how long you’re with him or how much you love him. You are going to die and die horribly if you marry him- like I almost did! Stella-you must promise me two things!”

You looked in her frightened blue eyes, your hands gripping her shoulders, but not shaking her.

“One- you must promise you will never try to kill yourself!” you said. “If you ask anyone to help you- they have to refuse and take you somewhere you can have help!”

“Of course I won’t! I never could! Never thought it possible of me!” you responded with a nervous nod.

“Two- Stella…this is important…I say this to protect you…you must tell me…do you have any feelings for Will! I promise it won’t hurt me…”

“No, I do not. He’s spoken with me a few times but…he’s no more than our Rector and sometimes a guest at home. Nothing more…”

You looked her deeper in the eye.

“Swear to me on your life- Promise me, Stella. If he ever proposes marriage to you- you will refuse him! Be rude to him! Slam the door in his face! If your mother enforces the marriage- run away! Jilt him at the altar! Ruin yourself!”

“Ruin myself!?” she cried.

“Whatever it takes! Promise me, Stella! You’re going to die and be betrayed if you marry him! Promise me!” you begged.

She lifted a hand and touched yours.

“Y/N- I- I…I promise then…”

Crying tears, you hugged her again.

“If he even lays a hand at you, I swear, I will kill him…” you muttered, anger and sadness washing over you. 

She embraced you back. You crying definitely and even she shook with a few quiet tears, her hand rubbing your back softly in the embrace. 

You gave her a last hug and both of you cried a little. She gave you her handkerchief with little blue flowers sewn at the end to wipe your face from tears. Then you went downstairs returning to the parlor. 

You said your goodbyes, promising Stella to be more diligent when writing to her. After checking the coast was clear of a green scarf, you ran out to the street, the men following. Loki made a portal back. Laing, Hal, and Thomas all eagerly got through. Jonathan turned back, had a last look back, and then he turned around and walked through the portal. Stella kept the door open as you both waved goodbye. You shared a look with your friend and then returned to Asgard, Loki hopping in right before you.

“Well, I hope you all enjoyed the little field trip-but I could use some relaxation. It’s been quite a day!” he stretched his arms up and then used his seidrs to have everyone back to their normal clothes, except Thomas and you of course. 

“For once I agree with you- I-I’ll be in the garden if anyone needs me,” you breathed out, before turning around.

You returned and sat right down into the garden onto a bench. It was a bright, lovely day on Asgard with the yellow roses in bloom. Your mind was spinning- she was warned. She’ll be safe. She will keep her promise. 

But recalling it- you still felt it. The Letters. The field. The white shirt. The red dress. The kiss. The white house. The brown inside. The bible on the floor. Your throat scratched as if you were just yelling- you leaned down and placed your head in your hands. Not even the soft breeze and sunshine saving your from your sadness.

 You then heard a gentle voice- the queen’s voice. 

“Why…Y/N- Is something the matter?” Frigga asked.

You turned up and saw she had a basket where she was gathering a few flowers.

“No I…I…I made a visit back to my home town…” you began. “My friend was…was in danger. I had to warn her. Now she knows and she promised me she’ll be careful but…still…all the memories of what happened with my-my betrothed, I-I…He’s no longer my bethrothed. I ended things with him but…”

She sat down next to you, listening intently.

“But…yet it still makes me sad! I can’t stop thinking about him- about what happened! And it just- it all reminded me of him!”

She gave you a small smile.

“You have done the right thing then. You would have been more miserable if you stayed promised to him and went through with the marriage…”

You wiped a tear off with your sleeve.

“I just don’t know if…if my heart will…ever stop breaking from what happened…or if I will stop thinking about it!” you confessed.

Setting the basket aside, she offered her open hand. You accepted it. 

“Y/N, time is a kind friend. Time will pass…and you will learn to move on from him. But if you go to places and things that remind you of him, you will think yourself still about to marry him. I say you must not go to places that will give you those memoies- at least not now when you are still hurt. You will never be able to move on…”

“Move on…I wonder…if I’ll ever be able to move on…” you said.

“Your pain is great- you have borne the worst of it. You are not there anymore and you are not his anymore. You must be patient now-your feelings of greif may never completely go. It never does. But it will not consume you. But first,  you must be willing to let them pass as much as come…”

She looked over and gestured to a tree in the garden. Leading you to walk there, you stood up to admire it. It was a tall tree full of pink blossoming flowers with a sweet, delicate scent.

“Y/N, my dear- do you see the scars on it’s trunk?”

Squinting, you saw that the dark wood of the trunk did have scars on them. Multiple ones. You nodded at Frigga.

 “It got the scars after it grew to a full tree. The scars will be there all of it’s life. But, it  still grew. The leaves and blossoms open, whither, and fall and bloom again. They become bigger and larger around their scars until they are just faint marks…and that will be you.”

She reached up and plucked out a few flowers, handing them to you. Then as you pressed the flowers into your hand, she kept a gentle hand over yours. Yes, this was the queen touching you, but she was kind. Comforting you as she must have comforted her children, her family, or her friends. Not seeing you as a subject beneath her- but someone in need of help. 

“YN, you will grow and bloom despite your scars. I promise you- one day, you will not cry as much. And little by litte- you will let him go and learn how both to mourn, and how to move on.”

She smiled at you, touching your cheek. When you returned to your room, you pressed the flower into your journal.

[the-kr8tor]

More Spider-Punk and Loki Variant! R, anyone???

– You like to shapeshift quite a lot, your favorite forms being animals. Hobìe doesn't think it's entirely good for his heart, especially when you like to turn into such adorable animals. (The time you'd turned into a bunny, he'd practically had a heart attack. He had held you close to his chest and played with your floppy ears as he cooed. You didn't hate the smothering as much as you claimed you did.)

– There are times when you transform into not so cute animals, though. It would give him a good scare at first until you nuzzled against him, then he'd know it was you. (There was that time you turned into a snake. Then, the time you turned into a baby alligator. Hobie had jumped onto the ceiling while screaming for help both times and refused to get down until you'd turn back to calm him down. "It's just me, Hobes! I'm sorry!", you said while failing to hide the chortles of laughter. "I love you, but you're an ass sometimes, lovie.")

– Sometimes, you bring him with you when you need to check in on Asgard. His chest swells with pride to see how fair and kind of a leader you are for your people, his love for you growing tenfold when he sees that you've let orphaned children live in your palace until they found homes. Since you rule the realm now that your corrupt father is no longer in control, your people like to refer to Hobie as "hilmir" (Which means prince/protector) Hobie would look at them crazy and peer at you for explanation. You'd just shrug and say they've gone mad since the rebellion, a smirk on your lips. ("....I'm gonna have Miles look it up." "My love, I assure you, it is nothing you need to worry your pretty head about. It's trivial!" ".... Better yet, I'll just go ask Lyla-" "Hobie!")

– There are times when running a kingdom is too much, especially a kingdom that's still recovering from war. Some days, when Hobie is there in the palace with you, you both go into a room hidden among the walls. A place you've always used as a hideaway for as long as you can remember. You lay your head on his chest and breathe in his scent, the tension in your body practically leaving as he tenderly trails his knuckles along your spine. He'll hum a tune he wrote just for you as you melt into his embrace, his beauty that fell from the stars. ("I never wanted to rule...", you mumble against his chest as tears sting your eyes. "It was always supposed to be Thor, that big oaf... I miss him..." "I know, sweetheart", he coos as his thumb brushes the tears that drip down your cheek.)

– One time, Hobie tries to get you to teach him magic. Excited that he's interested in learning from you, you agree and start training him in the ways of the mystic arts just as your mother had trained you. You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing when he accidentally makes an explosion of colors splash onto his face, which is now a purple hue. ("You got a little... thing right here." You say quietly while pointing to his face, lips trembling as you hold back your chuckles. "No shit, love. Can you fix it?" "I told you to visualize your favorite color in a ball and make it glow a tiny bit brighter. What happened?" "I like 'em all, what can I say?")

– When Miles, Gwen, Pav, and Margo come over, Hobie is too excited to show off what you taught him. He tries to shapeshift into a cat, only for just a pair of fluffy ears to poof onto his head in a cloud of shimmering red smoke. The sight makes them all laugh, Hobie scoffing and waving them away. ("Oi. At least I can do that much. I don't see none of you lot makin' cat ears, huh?" He says with a triumphant smirk, only to click his tongue when you smirk at him and turn into a giant hyena. Your barking laughter almost sounding like a real laugh. "Show off," Hobie grumbles before he and the kids clamor on top of your belly, nuzzling into your warm fur.)

AHHHH MORE LOKI VARIANT! R

The second I read that r likes to shapeshift into animals this part in thor ragnarok popped up in my head 🤣🤣

I giggled when I read the second part 🤭

Hilmir 🥹🥹😭😭 that's so freaking sweet 😭

Aww them hiding away from everyone while Hobie comforts r 🥹

BAHAHAHHAHAHHA i love that he's trying to learn magic!! The way that i imagined the magic orb splashing on his face like nickelodeon slime 🤣

Bro lost some aura points there (or so the kids say these days 😂)