#loki tv show imagine

[meep-meep-richie]

Romcom when?

[mischievous-thunder]

Loki: I don't like how I have to wear dull and boring outfits here at the TVA.

Mobius: That's a good thing. You won't pose as a distraction.

Casey: But everyone says that you look exceptionally attractive no matter what you're wearing.

Loki: So, Mobius, your plan isn't working.

Mobius, pretending to read a file: I presume so.

[leizyzet]

The work was created by me and the neural network.

[existence-is-a-liminal-space]

Starscream (transformers) and movie Loki are basically the same character and I think that's beautiful

[cookie-doughandwaffles]

I do believe that loki is stronger than he thinks

[babychaosworld]

HE IS A GOD!

THE GOD OF MISCHIEF

⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

Loki’s playlist! ⚔️💚

[hanluex]

y'all if you have any fluffy, angsty, suggestive thoughts of jason or dick or gar or literally anyone else i write for, please send them on my asks!! i wanna interact and write tiny drabbles and mini scenarios for your ideas bc that seems like so much fun!

[smolvenger]

I Say Nothing That Frightens Me, Part One

Pairing: Loki x fem! Reader

Summary: As a young Asgardian, you have grown to be friends and secretly pine for the younger Prince Loki. After his fury has sent him off to put himself in danger, his mother sends you on a quest to find him and bring him home. Your quest makes you cross paths with a mysterious group that calls themselves the TVA. There, your mischievous prince can be found. But it comes with a heartbreaking revelation. He loves another.

Warnings: angst a the end, mentions of Sylvie as a romantic love interest. This will be angsty (but have an eventual happy ending, so stay tuned!). Unrequited love and pining! Loki definitely isn't gonna return Reader's feelings!! hahahaha...unless...oop. ;)

Word Count: >3K

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: Ah- the first fic I ever wrote for the big man himself- Loki! I realized I accidentally inspired this from Bizet's opera Carmen, minus the Punish The Woman ending and the cheating and sexism and antisemitism that can be prominent in the opera's plot, hence the title. I wrote it all the way in 2022 and realized I forgot to post it on Tumblr. For a while, it's been this one part because writer's block hit me early last year. I hope y'all like it and give it enough comments and kudos and responses so I can motivate myself to finish it. Send me good vibes to begin on part two! Enjoy!

Taglist: @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @villainousshakespeare @lovelysizzlingbluebird

I say that nothing frightens me, I say alas that I answer for myself, But no matter how brave I am, At the back of the yard, I’m dying of terror Alone, in this wild place Alone, I’m afraid, But I’m wrong to be afraid, You will give me courage, You will protect me, Lord. (English Translation) - Henri Meilhac, from Bizet's opera, Carmen.

It had been a week and there was no sign of him. No word. Nothing. His father couldn’t care less. He kept on ruling Asguard as if everything was normal. As if the only disturbance was a teapot being knocked over in the kitchen. Something simple and easily fixed and none of his business.

That was not the case for his brother or his mother.

Or most especially for you.

Thor had already gone. And there was no exact contact but whispers. People were dying. There was some grand scheme. Something about even the Tesseract and the Infinity Stones. About Midgard and then the Universe being taken over and at the center of it was your close friend and companion, the missing prince.

You sat alone that morning in the garden, watching the fountain burble. Feeling the bit of breeze and the chirp of birds. It all seemed so beautiful and peaceful. You didn’t know if it was to comfort you or if it was mocking you for your inner turbulence. If only you weren’t so worried so you could enjoy it. You were so lost in thought that a sweet, low voice pulled you out of your head.

“How long have you been here?”

Jumping, you turned and stood up, dipping into a curtsy.

“A while, your highness!” you answered.

Looking up, Queen Frigga smiled. And you smiled back.

“It’s your usual spot, I know. Every other child was training with weapons and swords, but you would run here, crying…”

“If you recall, I kept losing. And I was terrified of getting stabbed.”

“And after you had your cry you came back, and kept on…” she finished, she took a hand to smooth the top of your head lovingly.

Your muscles ached on cue from the memory. Yes, you lost often training on how to fight. Seeing the other warriors glide their swords with ease and grow up to be the pride of the kingdom. You preferred regular studies with reading and culture, history and knowledge, and science. Practice battles often had you thrown to the ground in defeat. But at least when it came to a fight, you returned.

“I had to finish it, that was school after all. It’s how I grew up…” you recalled.

She took a hand to dip into the cool water, tracing a pattern followed by the fish inside.

“You’re worried about…” she started.

“Loki, yes. Is he behind this invasion?” you questioned.

“I don’t doubt it. Loki’s been too angry, too jealous, and without a good outlet. All of his life he kept it inside of himself and now that it’s released, it’s piled up from the years of silence. He’s letting it all out at once…” she said.

“He’s…he’s going to get hurt…” you observed worriedly. Mentioning him in this place made it sadder.

You recalled the day years ago. You ran into the garden at this fountain and accidentally happened upon the dark-haired prince reading. You profusely apologized, saying that you were sneaking out of training. And Loki said that he could help you. Then you asked what he was reading. And such began this friendship between the two of you. He gave you tricks about how to fight and confessed that he enjoyed theatre. You told him what your favorite foods at the feast were.

The memories of you too exchanging books and chatting about them between your classes did not stop in your adulthood. They made you happy, and lately even happier. Thoughts of him switched to private, intimate fantasies as you were alone in your room at night.

Now that he was gone, all that was left was a bittersweet tinge in the air.

“He doesn’t hurt himself when you’re around him…” Frigga commented.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re his friend…so save him. Take him off the ledge, find him…”

“But..but I thought Thor would find him!” you argued, standing up. Remembering your manners, you returned to sitting. This could be seen as an insult to the queen, but her arm dismissed the gesture.

She was different from her husband.

“He won’t listen to Thor. Loki’s always been jealous of him, there will be too much of a fight, too much scuffling. And me, I’m his mother but you…you’re his friend. I’ve seen it. He’s too jealous of Thor. He’s mad at his father, mad at me but……you’re different. You might be able to help him. Talk him out of it…” she instructed.

She put a hand on your shoulder, leaning forward, her eyes big and a little watery.

“Y/N, I charge you, as a queen…as a mother…find Loki, find my son…and bring him back…”

You touched the hand and looked up at her.

“If my queen commands, I will” you replied dutifully.

Although a secret part of you was relieved, thrilled. Not just for an adventure. But to find him.

The queen prepared you for your quest well. There was a special sword and a dagger just in case. You couldn’t use magic yourself, but you knew that you had some strength, and being Asgardian, whatever diseases you encountered would not bother you. As you gathered, with some slight armor over your clothes and bags with an extra set of clothes and rations that would satiate you until you found something more, she did something surprising.

On the hour of your departure, the queen gifted you with a beautiful sword- the hilt was bejeweled but all sides of it were still sharp to cut a foe to ribbons. You placed it in a sheath in a belt tied tight around your waist. She gathered your face in her hands and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you…”

“To tell you frankly, I wanted to…wanted to go…go see him…” you confessed.

She blinked and then smiled. No doubt she could tell you felt warmer mentioning that.

“Really?”

“I miss Loki…I miss him more than anything…” you confessed.

She smiled. “I miss him too.”

From under her long sleeve, she gave you a necklace. Nothing but a small string with a glowing blue crystal on it.

“This will take you anywhere on Midgard. But ask for Thor. If you find Thor, you might find him. Ask if there’s any trouble…that is his specialty," Frigga said.

“I promise…I will be back here with him alive and unharmed!" you vowed.

Clutching the necklace, you touched each other’s hands as a last goodbye.

The necklace glowed.

“Take me to Midgard, please," you guided it.

There was a flash of light. You felt a little heavy for a second. It was as if you were falling, but very still. When the light vanished, you saw that you had landed on a field. The wind blew through the grass as it bowed in return. A big red farmhouse stood quietly. An old man in his rocking chair stood up and squinted at you in surprise, hands on his hips.

Midgard was a large place. It was time to start looking.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“He took the Tesseract and vanished” Thor explained.

“He did WHAT?” you shouted.

You could hardly believe the words coming through your ears. All those weeks. Searcing everything. The country took forever to get through. Eating grits, checking the news, and finding ways to get to New York City, the most likely place he would attack…and he had vanished.

“But I…I…where could he have gone?” you asked.

Thor shrugged “If I knew, I would have told you, Y/N…”

You wanted to kick something, to punch a wall. But you just leaned over the desk, your hands flat on it, and sighed deeply.

For a day, you let yourself sulk in the guest room. All of that traveling had wiped you out. You were so done. There were blisters on your feet and you could feel the grime from your smell. You spent your day bathing, wondering what on earth you could do now.

New York City was large, still reeling from its recent attack. But all in all, people seemed fine. Not too many casualties. Not zero, but not eighty. Wandering around the city, you wore a large hoodie and pants to cover your Asgardian traveling clothes. There were so many people, sights, and smells, it was dizzying.

Stomach gurgling, you wandered around. Midguardian food did not completely satiate you the way food back home did, but it was better than nothing. And it was a while since you ate, anyway.

Stopping inside, the doorbell rang. You ordered your food, chewing absent-mindedly on the crackers served right before. The wrappers crackled as you tossed them over your shoulder.

It sounded like a song back home. A song they did for dances. Once you go to a party together. Loki disliked social gatherings and preferred to hide away. You managed to talk him into coming down. Talking to one person. Trying the wine. Dancing. Saving one dance for you. He found he liked it. And he was enjoying himself, getting into little fights, laughing, flirting…

The flirting. There was a pretty red-haired boy, a woman with blonde hair, and even another person he kept flirting with that night. It must have been another heir to the throne trying to set a match that night. Even though in hindsight those matches never resulted in a betrothal, the images in your head made you want to vomit. Seeing him made you…it made your stomach turn. You tried to go to sleep that night, but your brain kept racing. Reviewing everything. It meant nothing, right? That words-he was being friendly!? Those phrases weren’t in any way romantic…right? Besides, he was just your friend! Nothing more…

. Ordering their food and drink for the first time for something new. Anything to get your brain off of your search for the misbehaving prince and your past. But it haunted you for a week. You barely spoke with him and buried yourself in school and training. But every morning, you woke up early with those thoughts, that memory still burned in your brain.

“Hey, watch it, dumbass!” someone yelled. It brought you out with a jump.

Getting out, you didn’t notice a person. Slamming into them, they fell right on the floor in their nice suit, their tray of food flipping in the air.

“My lunch! How could you?” he screamed.

“I’m so sorry!" you apologized. "I can pay you!"

"Forget it! Leave me alone!" he fumed.

You turn around to focus back on your food. But your ears could still hear his nasal, tenor voice.

“Look at that mess!” he complained from behind you. “She might as well be another damn Loki…”

Your sandwich froze in midair and you set it down in shock. Your stomach twisted in knots. The words were still forming in your brain. What…no…surely, they can’t mean…

But as you kept your ears peeled back, it occurred to you…they were. They meant it. They were talking…talking about him-him! You finished your food quickly, quietly. Then you got up and followed them through.

They went to an alleyway. Nothing but trash cans and tall brick walls. Children in the distance laughed as they played and cars honked their horns in frustration in the streets a few feet away. Unaware

All you had to do was create a distraction. Digging into your pockets, you pulled out a tiny ball. A favorite of the younger prince when you were children. Briefly, you smiled at the toy. In your adolescence, both of you would try throwing them in hallways to see which maidservant it would spook. It was harmless and would make them jump and squeal and you both would guffaw with laughter.

Looking over, you timed it carefully. The agents in their suits pressed buttons on a device and a portal opened in the brick wall. It was the size of a New York bagel when you tossed the ball- it hit the wall and exploded in a flurry of pink fireworks. The agents turned their heads, jumping when you ran fastly as you could, and jumped into the portal.

You would see him. Him! Him! And soon! At last- you could have cried as blues and yellows flashed through your eyes. You were falling through universes. And perhaps, your heart would be at peace, and you would tell this wayward prince the truth. How you felt. How your body ached for the brush of his fingers against your hand. How you worried for his safety. Despite his many flaws, if he was a poisonous well, you would still drink it. You would find Loki, bring him home, and tell him that you loved him more than life itself.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

When the bright colors faded, all that was were tans. Earth tones. Browns, greys, tans, and whites but all dirtied and plain. This was far from the magnificent palace and beautiful landscape you secretly hoped for. It looked like an average Midguardian office. Except the surreal posters. But at least it seemed to be benign. There were no weaponed guards. As you walked forward, you saw that desks were pushed aside, mugs with coffee stains long since used and stinking from not being washed, and in the distance, there was old music playing and a ticking grandfather clock.

You stepped forward shyly. Just because it looked harmless didn’t mean there was a trap lurking somewhere.

“Well, I’ll be damned, Asgard fashion!” a voice from behind you cried.

Twirling around, you got out your sword. So far, you were lucky to not use it. But that time was now over. You pointed it right into the face of a man in a suit with grey hair and a mustache. He held up his hands in peace and you released them.

His mouth opened into a smile as he glanced over you, eyes trailing down from your hairstyle to your boots.

“Wait, is that…that can’t be! I think I recognize you! Are you Y/F/N??” he asked.

He walked up to you slowly as if you were a predator released from a zoo.

“I am she. Sir, do you know of Loki Laufreyson, Prince of Asguard and God of Mischief? I’m looking for him…” you asked desperately.

The man nodded.

“Like the back of my hand. He’s trying to disband the TVA right now…”

You put your sword back in your hilt.

“I don’t care about the TVA, I care about him…I need to…I need to make sure he’s okay. I need to take him back home, back somewhere safe! I’ve been on this journey forever all for him! I need him! I mean…I need him to go back to his mother!” you explained.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. You caught your breath waiting for his answer. But he said something else.

“Oh, Y/N, you poor thing….” he sighed.

“Oh gods, is he dead?” you asked.

“Probably not…or not yet…but…”

“But what…”

“I didn’t know he had…the clips showed you both together, but there was no wedding…”

“Clips? What do you mean? I don’t know what you speak of…but that doesn’t matter- where is Loki? Don’t play games! I beg of you- take me to where he is!” you cried, ready to grab the man by his collar.

His eyes went soft. You felt suddenly vulnerable.

“Do you love him?” he asked.

Bullets striking your chest would have shocked you less. An electric rush ran through you. You found yourself looking away and feeling suddenly warmer than what was comfortable.

“Love…define love…” you said.

“I can tell, you have…feelings. Not platonic, romantic ones. You have the hots, a crush for this god. That is how we are defining love right now! Do you love him?”

There was silence. The song stopped playing on the speaker and skipped to a trio of women singing about birds.

You felt as if this was a monster to fight. But not a literal one. And you were taught to be brave no matter what.

“I…I do! Now tell me where he is…” you answered plainly.

“I…I know where he is. Call it the end of the Universe and I know a way to get there but…Y/N…I need to prepare you…” he said with a deep sigh.

He walked up and put a heavy hand on your shoulder. His lips curled as if getting ready to spit out a poison he did not want to inflict on you.

“What is your name, sir?” you asked.

“Call me Mobius,” he answered.

You shook your head.

“What could possibly upset me, Mobius? He’s alive and not injured, I have reason to rejoice why would you say that? Loki is alive and once I find him, I will tell him how I feel and-”

“Y/N, he’s there with a woman he’s fallen in love with…”

It hits you like a rock. No. No no no no-no. You began shaking. The world went dizzy except for him. You began to sit down to ground yourself.

“Wha…he’s in love with someone else?”

Mobius nodded.

In spite of your warrior education, you sat down on a chair and burst into exhausted, heartbroken sobs as Mobius watched. Hand still on your shoulder empathetically.

“That’s not even the strangest part about it…” Mobius added on.

[indelen]

Loki dragging the very premise of EPCOT world pavilions on a Disney+ show is actually hilarious, 10/10.

[meep-meep-richie]

You know what makes me sad; that we will never get any Lokius promo pictures or Tom/Owen photoshoots/interviews to promote Loki

[perseephoneee]

mistletoe [ficmas day 4] [loki laufeyson x afab!reader]

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author's note: okay so despite the fact that literally nothing about y/n is like this fic, while writing this i was thinking of "a job a million prs would die for" which is an excellent loki fic although i frequently hate it bc i want an even happier ending lol but what can you do

playlist:

princess leia's theme -- john williams

only when it snows -- nova miller

'tis the damn season -- taylor swift

Stark’s holiday parties were legendary in a catastrophic way. An evening that would normally start with typical merriment would end with some disaster. Never a life-threatening one, just one that caused the cleaning crew to have to pull a late shift.

Loki was unsure why he was being invited to go.

Was Thor convinced he was ‘rehabilitated’? Yes. Does that mean anyone liked him? No. He preferred solitude, away from Midgardians. Just because he decided he wasn’t going to conquer the planet didn’t mean he was good. 

Loki was forced to share a suite with his oaf of a brother. It was one of the worst punishments Stark could’ve mustered. Only one of them, though.

You were the other one. 

You and your obnoxious Christmas cheer and determination to make him enjoy humanity. It was exhausting being around you. He would’ve killed you if he thought he could get away with it. 

“How’s this look?” you asked Loki, holding up a snowflake you had just cut out. He was in the common area enjoying a cup of tea in solitude. Until you came bounding in with your blasted crafts. 

He gave you a look.

“Oh c’mon, gimme something to work with. I’m really putting in my all,” you sighed, returning to your snowflake extravaganza. Loki ignored you, sipping his tea instead. It wasn’t as good as most Asgardian teas, but it was good enough. One of the few luxuries he could enjoy on Earth. The sound of snipping scissors filled the room. Loki imagined taking the scissors and slitting your throat with it. “Are you going to the holiday party?”

“The what?” Loki questioned, brows furrowed. You put your scissors down. 

“The holiday party. For Christmas. That Tony is throwing.”

Loki had a vague idea of what Christmas was, although he preferred the classical version that included Krampus and coal. Of course, there were Nordic holidays, but none that anyone here (besides Thor) would celebrate. Loki also, most definitely, did not get an invite. 

“I refuse to attend anything that imbecile hosts,” Loki murmured. You chuckled knowingly.

“In other words, you didn’t get an invite.” Loki glared at you. “You could come with me.”

“I most certainly will not,” Loki snapped. You raised up your hands in a ‘surrender’ pose. You went back to your crafts, ignoring him. He spoke after a few moments. “Why would you ask me?”

“You seem lonely,” you shrugged. Loki opened and closed his mouth, information and surprise coating his features. “And I want to crack you like an egg.” You imitated cracking an egg, and Loki narrowed his eyes further. He stood up, done with the conversation, and wanted peace and quiet. He could likely find it shortly before Thor returned from working out. You waved goodbye as he was heading out.

Loki was still aggravated when he got back to his room and was upset to see Thor was back early. His brother was sprawled on the living room couch watching Midgardian TV. Loki had little hope of getting to his bedroom without being forced to engage in conversation. 

“Brother! Where have you been?” Thor called out, arms crossed behind his head. 

“Out,” Loki sighed. He stared at one of the paintings hanging on the wall, something Stark chose, which was why it was abhorrent. Loki tapped his foot, his brother’s attention still on the TV. I heard that there will be a soiree. I assume you’re attending?” Loki asked, keeping his voice light. Thor looked over at him. 

“One of Stark’s parties for the Midgardian holiday of Christmas,” Thor paused his show, peering at Loki. “Do you want to attend?”

“Why? So I can watch your ridiculous Avengers preen around like peacocks?” Loki scoffed. “I’d rather stay here.”

“Invites open if you decide to attend,” Thor turned back on his show. “I would be happy to see you there.”

Loki left for his room after that, closing the door behind him. The room wasn’t to his liking, but decorating it the way he might’ve would mean that he intended to stay. Which he didn’t. Someday, he would go far, far away from this Hel. This was a temporary stepping stone. Nothing here was of substance. 

He glanced at the nice clothes in his dresser anyway, even if he didn’t intend to stay. 

This is insanity, Loki thought to himself as he stood inside his room. He was wearing a suit, and there was not one pop of green evident anywhere. He didn’t know why he bothered. You and his brother only invited him to be nice, not because he belonged there. He didn’t belong anywhere. 

A knock at the front door broke him out of his thoughts. 

Loki walked over to the front of his suite and opened the door. To his surprise, you were the one knocking. He blinked as he took in your appearance. You were dressed in cocktail attire, the dress hugging your figure, lips painted in a color he’d never seen on you. You looked him up and down like you were also noticing him for the first time. 

“I was coming here to convince you to come,” you said, a slight smirk on your lips. “But it appears you’re ready to go.”

“I was still deciding.”

“Totally,” you chuckled. “Are we going or what? I’m already behind three whole drinks.” You stepped aside to let Loki out. His arm brushed against yours as he closed the door, sparks shooting up his spine that he elected to ignore. You walked right next to him as you went the two flights to the ballroom. Of course, Stark spared no expense in decorations. There was a live orchestra, several decorated trees, strings of lights and ornaments, and plenty of booze to spare. 

Loki rolled his eyes at Thor, chatting with several women and proving that not much had changed since their time on Asgard. Loki looked over to see you grabbing two flutes of champagne from a waiter. Before he could assume one was for him, you downed both of them and quickly found another waiter to return the glasses to. He looked at you in fascination.

“What?” you said, wiping your mouth. “I get nervous in social situations.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Loki sneered. “You’re always a thorn in my side.”

“You’re very easy to annoy,” you grinned, and part of Loki enjoyed that he was the reason you were grinning. Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for something and perking up when you found it. “Now that I’ve located the bar, I am going to get myself something with hard liquor. Care to join?”

Loki had nothing better to do. Especially as people continued to give him a wide breadth. It wasn’t unknown that he had been staying at the tower, but it was still considered a hindrance to most. Not that it ever seemed to bother you. 

Loki stayed by your side most of the night because it was either that or spending time with his brother. At some point, you had gotten Loki to talk about things he was interested in. Nothing deep, but you both delved into a heavy discussion on certain books as well as made ill-placed bets on some of the other inhabitants of Avengers Tower. Loki resented the fact that he found himself having actual fun, especially as hours into the party; Thor decided it would be funny to have people try to lift Mjinior. Everyone with a Midgardian alcohol tolerance was on their way to not remembering the night, but a delightful buzz filled the air. You dragged Loki closer to the action, taking his jacket sleeve in the process. You still stayed close to him even when you reached your destination, and Loki could smell your perfume from your proximity. 

He continued to have fun, especially as he watched Stark struggle to move the hammer. Romanoff and Barton didn’t even try. Rogers got it a little bit, which led to a look of concern on Thor’s face that Loki would be enjoying for months. Other party guests participated, and at some point, Barton noticed you and Loki. 

“How about Y/N and Horns try their hand?” Barton called out, cheers piling on. Loki sent one glare to get most to shut up, refusing to embarrass himself with such frivolous things. You just shrugged, not as inebriated as most humans there but still feeling the effects. Loki worried you’d trip in your heels as you made your way to the hammer, cracking your knuckles as you waved at the small crowd. They cheered as you wrapped your hands around the leather handle, took a deep breath in, and lifted. 

Everyone, including Loki’s, jaw dropped as you easily lifted the hammer. You faltered back a step, obviously expecting some adversity. You twirled it in your hands, looking shocked yet proud. You spun on your heel towards Thor, throwing the hammer at him. He managed to catch it, still looking at you in shock.

“Does this mean I’m the new god of thunder?” you questioned, hiding a smile. 

“Oh, I hope so, I need more eye candy,” Stark drawled. You, Romanoff, and Loki all glared at him. “Kidding, as long as Bruce is here, I’m happy.”

“Thanks, Tony,” Banner muttered, one of the only attendees to abstain from drinking and, therefore, one of the few sober onlookers. 

Stark was still relentlessly teasing Rogers for not being as ‘pure’ as you walked back to Loki. You had to reassure Thor that you did not want his title or his hammer. You stumbled a little, and the several whiskey sours you downed caught up to you. Loki grabbed your arms to study you, and you smiled at him gratefully. 

“Can we sit down? My feet are killing me,” you grumbled, and Loki obliged. He didn’t like being surrounded by that many people anyway. You found a quiet corner away from the main room, a little dimmer but with the same twinkling lights and Christmas decorations as the rest of the party. You sat down on a red settee and started removing your heels, sighing in the process. Loki stayed focused on the different ornaments on the tree rather than your exposed calf. 

“Are you still going to be friends with me?” you questioned. Loki turned to you in surprise. “You know, because I lifted the hammer and all.”

“I’m not jealous if that’s what you’re inferring,” Loki raised a brow, hands in his pockets. You stood up and joined him, so much smaller now that you were just in your dress. “I’m not surprised, though,” Loki murmured.

“Well, I’m surprised,” you shook your head. “Not sure what about me is worthy.”

“You’re kind, even to people like me.” He said the last part as an afterthought, but you heard. You seemed to always hear what he was saying. You glanced up, smiling. He looked up to see dozens of hanging stars and mistletoe hanging above you. 

“Mistletoe,” you murmured, the lights reflected in your eyes. 

“I don’t understand why Stark would hang up something poisonous when any of these drunken idiots could ingest it.”

“It’s tradition,” you responded. He still didn’t know why you were smiling. 

“Tradition?”

“If you’re under the mistletoe with someone, you have to kiss them,” you shrugged. “Christmas tradition.”

“Humans are appalling creatures.”

“You’re the one standing under the mistletoe, buddy,” you laughed. Loki noticed you scrunched your nose when you laughed.

“I would never force myself on someone because of a stupid tradition,” Loki scoffed, but you still weren’t perturbed. In fact, you seemed thoughtful. 

“It wouldn’t be force,” you said. “Not for me.” You basically whispered the last part, but Loki was no fool. He understood what you were saying. But because you were kind, you didn’t push. Instead, you looked as if you might walk back to the party, away from him. Loki stepped closer to you instead. You looked up, alarmed. “What are you doing?” you stammered. 

“Tradition,” he smirked, leaning in and kissing you. It was short, it was calm, and it was one of the best things Loki had experienced in his existence. Being with you under the lights and mistletoe, surrounded by warmth and laughter. It made him long for more. When he pulled away, he saw stars and longing in your eyes. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, stepping back. He expected nothing more from this; he would just have this one moment to cherish. 

You pulled him back, kissing him again. Much firmer, and Loki swore he could taste the whiskey you drank on your lips. When you broke away this time, you were grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“Merry Christmas, Loki,” you grinned, grabbing his hands. “C’mon, let’s rejoin the party.”

Loki was thankful he let you talk him into attending, even if it was for something as simple as a holiday party. 

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[makkarisbelova]

not really sure how the mcu’s going to come together again at this point but I really want them to include mobius in the gayest and most irrelevant way. like imagine: it’s the next avengers movie. the latest avengers + whatever other superheroes they can scavenge are at the avengers headquarters discussing what to do next in the fight against kang (or whoever else it is if they switch it idk I’m not here for my logistical theorizing). all of a sudden, a security breach. someone’s at their front door, an unknown person unidentifiable to their facial recognition. this intrigues them. they let him in. he’s a man with a mustache and possibly the most non threatening demeanour one could ever encounter. he’s holding an envelope with the avengers logo stamped onto it.

they ask him what he’s doing here. he holds up the blank envelope and explains how he figured their mail go mixed up with his (he lives nowhere near them. like, in a completely different state.) this is also strange because they don’t get their mail sent to the compound. immediately they’re suspicious. especially because the guy keeps gawking at them.

“sorry,” he says. “this is pretty cool for me, seeing all of you in person. it’s kind of like meeting all of the characters from your favourite tv show, except the show is loki’s life so you all come off a little unfavourably—”

not half a second passes before thor is marching across the room and picking this man up off the ground by the neck. “loki? you know my brother, tell me right at once how you know him.”

the other avengers are trying to yank the man free from thor’s grasp. “you’ve got to keep his airway intact if you want him to explain,” the shout at thor. he finally drops him.

“my name is mobius m. mobius,” he says. “I was an agent with the Time Variant’s Authority, also known as the TVA. we were in charge of maintaining a single timeline until recently, when the man in charge of all that died. I didn’t get a name, loki only ever referred to him as He Who Remains— which if we’re being honest is much cooler, I mean he had this variant that was named victor timely but that’s just such a non-villain kind of name, you know, I just thought—”

“get to the point,” one of them demands.

“right, sorry. loki was working with us to figure out how to stop the timelines from imploding. your precious multiverse would have destroyed itself if not for him holding it together now.”

“that’s where he is?” thor asks.

mobius nods. “at the end of time. keeping every timeline intact, every universe safe. he sacrificed himself for me. for all of us.”

“you knowing loki can’t be a coincidence, you must have come here for a reason. what’s in the letter.”

“well that’s just it: I don’t know,” mobius says. “I haven’t opened it. I mean that’s still a felony on this earth, right? I just thought I’d return it. didn’t show up in my mailbox or anything either. just appeared on my front doorstep like magic.”

“not like magic,” bruce says as he opens the letter. “I think this is magic.”

thor grabs the letter and looks at it. everyone looks over his shoulder hoping to read it as well. it’s a single piece of paper with three simple sentences.

My Jane. Protect him with your life. Please.

— Loki

WOULD THAT NOT BE SO FRICKIN SWEET

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Child reader watching telenovelas after not being allowed to watch her mystery shows

I’m gonna use the Secret Life of Pets drama for this!!

-Adam and Odin had both been looking for you, wanting to apologize, as you had been quite upset when they wouldn’t let you watch your detective show for a while, finding it too impressionable on you.

-They heard you gasp deeply from the living room and walked in, seeing you and Loki sitting next to each other, your hands intwined together as the TV was playing a telenovela, “Maria- your face wears a thousand sorrows- what is wrong?!”

-Adam sighed softly, a hand coming to cover his eyes as Odin rolled his one eye, “Really?” Loki shushed him loudly, “Shut up~~ we need to know what’s wrong with Maria!!”

-The actress, who was very over the top, posed dramatically, “I’ve come face to face with the worse thing imaginable- loneliness!”

-You and Loki gasped as if someone had died, hearing what your beloved Maria was dealing with- this was terrible as you cupped your cheeks, “Maria you need to go after Filipe! Manolo doesn’t love you!!”

-Odin went for the remote, “Y/N doesn’t need to be watching garbage like this.” Loki snatched it out of his reach, comically hissing at him, “No way! You took away our cop drama- you’re not taking this!!”

-Adam went over and just unplugged the TV as Jorge was inspiring Maria to go after her true love and you and Loki were quickly collapsed to your knees in anguish, “NOOO!!!!”

-Odin pinched the bridge between his eyes, a deep sigh leaving him, “Can’t you two just watch a nature program or cartoons or something?” You were pouting again, “I like watching Hard Boiled and Passionate Hearts! Cartoons are for kids!”

-Adam ruffled your hair gently in passing, “You are a kid Y/N. You two can watch TV, but no trashy dramas or cop shows.”

-The two of you sighed dramatically, collapsing back into the couch as Adam chuckled softly, seeing you two being so over the top.

[silverpen-and-paper]

💚 2011-2013 loki ask game 💚

i haven’t seen a 2011-2013 loki ask game before (or any loki ask games, actually), so i decided i’d make one! there are thirty-one questions, so if you want, you could answer one for each day of this month (+1). or you could go by the normal ask game rules. or you could answer them all at once in a single post. up to you :D

(fans of ragnarok and the series can participate too if you’d like! the questions are aimed mostly at the 2011-2013 era fans, but i’m not gonna ban people from having fun)

post dividers by @/cafekitsune

pick a favorite movie: thor (2011), the avengers (2012), thor: the dark world (2013)

how did your interest in loki begin? (optional: how has it evolved over the years?)

what do you think happened in the time between loki’s fall from the bifrost and avengers 1?

how do you interpret loki’s “death” in thor: the dark world? (“it was an illusion,” “loki was actually wounded but it was part of the trick,” “loki didn’t intend to pretend to die at all,” etc)

do you have any headcanons/theories about loki’s biological mother?

have you watched any deleted scenes from thor 1, the avengers, or thor 2? if yes, choose one deleted scene that definitely deserved to have stayed in.

which do you prefer: jotun loki with horns (a popular fanon design), or jotun loki without horns?

pick one (or more) of loki’s powers and explain how you think it works.

favorite loki quote?

favorite tom hiddleston quote about loki?

how would you describe thor and loki’s dynamic to someone who has never seen the movies?

do you think laufey actually abandoned loki to die, as odin said, or do you prefer the theory that laufey put loki in the temple for their protection?

do you have any headcanons about asgard? (phsyics, culture, environment, history, etc?)

do you have any headcanons about jotunheim?

do you have a favorite loki fanfic? (if you’re a fic writer, you’re allowed to choose your own)

do you think loki would keep a journal? if yes, what kinds of things do you think they’d write/draw/glue/etc in it?

choose any ship involving loki and share your opinions of it, whether positive or negative.

what do you think loki’s biggest fear is? (if not *the* biggest, one of the biggest.)

find an insect/arthropod that reminds you of loki (aesthetically, behaviorally, etc).

what hobbies/interests do you think loki has, outside of magic and fighting?

headcanons about loki’s childhood?

what styles of midgardian outfits would loki be most comfortable in?

headcanons about loki’s jotun form?

what song lyrics remind you of loki?

loki’s worst moment?

loki’s best moment?

say you go back in time and get hired as the director of a mcu loki movie, series, or episode that you dislike. assuming you’re already changing the biggest stuff you criticize, what is the pettiest thing you’d change?

if you could have one of loki’s powers, which would you choose?

if you could watch one movie/tv show with loki (as in, you are both sitting on the couch together and watching it), what movie/show would you choose? what would loki think about it?

imagine you were in loki’s place — you’re the frost giant baby that odin took from jotunheim. what do you think your life would be like?

has loki ridden a bilgesnipe? (would you ride a bilgesnipe?)

[lokisprettygirl]

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

Read chapter 11 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 12

Summary : Your relationship with Loki is growing, your mom tries to play a matchmaker again.

Warning: 18+, Soft Smut, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour, anxiety and overwhelming emotions

"Captain? " Loki called out for Steve as he was about to step out of the training room so he turned around and looked at Loki "May I have a word with you?"

"What is it?" Steve crossed his arms as he questioned.

"I wanted to discuss that statement you gave about me, that I was pretending to be you to steal the scepter" Steve chuckled as loki said that,

"Loki loki, everything is out in the open now, you can drop the act and your lies..it was probably something you did before you disappeared" Steve turned around to leave again

"But what if I'm not lying? What if I wasn't there? What if it wasn't me? Steve halted in his steps as he thought about it "Give it a thought"

Loki walked out , leaving Rogers to contemplate over his words. How could it be possible? He saw the exact doppelganger of him and only loki had the ability to do that. The doppleganger did seem a little different though.

Loki was supposed to be at some gala with other Avengers in the evening and the thought saddened you, mainly because you knew you probably won't see him tonight and you had seen him just twice in the last week, and he was also taking Melisaa to the gala so there were plenty of reasons to keep you anxious throughout the day. You knew he wasn't interested in her but there will be other women there, it was a fancy Gala and all famous rich people were invited, what if he meets someone interesting and they hit it off? What if he realizes that you weren't the best thing he could do in midgard.

Was it too soon to show him your crazy side yet? It's been almost five months since you had met him but it already felt like a lifetime, you have never had a man who made you feel so fulfilled and you didn't even have sex yet. He had so much more to offer to you than just sex, he understood you and your neediness but that could get tiring with time. That's what drove so many guys away from you because you showed them your crazy side too early.

You sat down on the sofa after work and turned the tv on, there was a red carpet and everything. You watched these people and you couldn't relate, you could never imagine yourself to ever be a part of such a circle. However Loki fit in just fine, he was a prince and it showed, his upbringing made it easier for him to blend with those pretentious people, watching him with Melissa hanging around in his arm only made you feel worse. He had a black suit on and he looked handsomer beyond this realm.

"Loki, a quick question..who are you wearing?" The girl interviewing all the celebs asked him and he seemed perplexed.

"Uhhh who am I wearing?" He looked at her confused so Melissa answered on his behalf, the furrowed brows and pursed lips made you want to hug him instantly.

"God you're cute" you whined to yourself, you felt extremely hormonal today, maybe you were pmsing again.

'You're such an embarassement" Melissa whispered in his ear so he glared at her, why would they even ask such a stupid question? What was he supposed to say?

He wished you were here with him, you probably would have found him cute even when he was fumbling like a fool. As soon as they got inside the venue he let go of her hand to get away from her.

"So that's the girl he was staying with for months before you guys captured him again?" Pepper asked Tony so he looked at her for a few seconds before he spoke,

"Yeahh whhy? Isn't she perfect for him?"

"Is she? I mean they're not even talking to each other, look at him" Pepper said to him so he looked at Loki "He'd rather spend his time at the bar then be with her, they look so in love in interviews and stuff" Tony squeezed his eyes as she said that.

"Yeah may be the relationship has run its course"

She looked at him confused and then she shrugged. Her curiosity has been peaked though.

"Brother, when all these people are inebriated I can drop you off to see lady y/n' Loki gave him a side eye as Thor approached him with the proposal.

"Alright, what am I missing here? What is the catch?"

"Catch?"

"Motive, you must have a motive, you are not helping me because of the goodness of your heart are you? Where do you go?" Thor was taken aback by the sudden scrutiny.

"I'm appalled brother, is this what I get for reuniting you with the love of your life? Must it be this difficult for you to believe that I want your happiness?" Thor retorted.

"Hahaha, I laughed, now tell me the truth, who are you seeing? Oh is it the mortal you were besotted with?" Loki asked him again.

"I am not seeing Jane.. absolutely not"

"That is fabulous, Asgard's first man in the line of throne is courting a mortal, what is mother's opinion about that?" Thor sighed, there was no denying it any longer.

"She doesn't know yet and she can not know and for the love of norns lower your voice"

"Oh I'm just overjoyed brother, mother might be unaware of your insolent behaviour but do you really think the loyal snitch would stay quiet for long?"

"Yes he will, Heimdall gave me his word" Loki rolled his eyes as he heard that.

"Oh I forgot he was the royal snitch of Odin, Frigga and Thor"

"Well perhaps he might have been fond of you if you hadn't played those countless tricks on him as a child" Loki scoffed at the insult.

"Yes, a child, I was a child"

"You froze him merely a few years ago"

"He commited treason "

Thor rolled his eyes at the comment but what Loki said next pleased him "Whatever your hidden motive might be, I'm still grateful so–"

"Are you trying to tell me you appreciate my help?"

"Yes"

"Well I appreciate your appreciation "

Loki shook his head before he smiled.

Your phone was ringing so you picked it up hoping that it was Loki, unfortunately it wasn't him but your mother instead..

"Hey mom"

"Hi, listen, remember David's best man Eugene?"

"Gee mom I'm good, how are you?" She groaned at the response before she asked you the same question again.

"Can't say that I do"

"Okay whatever" She sighed deeply before she spoke again "His son is going to be in Minnesota for two days, I'm going to send you his phone number, talk to him" the anxiety rose as she mentioned one more guy she wanted to set you up with.

"What? Isn't he like 40??" You screamed as if you weren't canoodling a guy who was forty plus an extra thousand years.

"He's 35 y/n, he's a doctor and well reputed, you're not some 20 year old yourself, just do me a favor and meet him once"

"Mom I'm not going to do that, I'm seeing someone" you said to her, hoping she'd respect that and would realise that you were fucking 30.

"Yeah who is it? Who are you seeing?"

"God"

You could feel your mother's eyes rolling at the quip, but you weren't lying to her.

"Just show him around, if nothing..you can atleast be friends with him, are you against that as well now?"

You groaned as she continued to be insufferable about it so you agreed to see this man, after all he'd only be there for two days.

"Fine I'll show him around"

You hung up the phone and sighed, this wasn't what you needed, it was like a cherry on the top of a perfect day. You opened YouTube and saw several videos about the stupid gala, you just wanted to see what people were saying about the new IT couple Meloki as they liked to call them affectionately. You stumbled upon a video that showed their relationship timeline from the moment they met. Wow some people really had way too much time on their hands to be so invested like this. You read the comments and some of them made you laugh while others made you feel even worse,

You put the phone down in order to not hurt yourself any more.

You felt horrible at the moment and every time such feelings occurred you felt overwhelmed by the whirlpool of emotions. You were in love with him and he had become the best friend you had always wanted in your life, someone who wouldn't use you and deceive you for selfish purposes, there was a genuine affection from his side that you always felt whenever he was around you but then you have had such friends before, you had those people who cared at first but now they didn't even know whether you were alive or dead.

Sometimes it was who had to cut them off because they couldn't stop hurting you but that didn't mean that you came out unscathed, it still hurt, the memories hurt, the promises hurt, the loss of friendship hurt.

You laid down on the bed and cried your heart out, you spent a month where you couldn't get in touch with Loki and those days were damaging, you didn't think you'd be able to go through that pain again. It was easier to move on when the people you considered your friends had hurt you but losing Loki? You didn't think you'd ever survive losing the way he cared about you, you couldn't imagine seeing a day where you two would be nothing but strangers to each other.

It was starting to get harder to breathe, your own overthinking was driving you into panic, you stuffed your face between the pillow as you cried and cried. In that moment you just wanted to talk to him and have him tell you that he won't hurt you or leave you like others did.

When you heard the knocks on the window just a few seconds later for a second you thought you had imagined it but then you looked at the window and there he was smiling so innocently so you got up, wiped your face as best as you could and walked towards the window to open it so he could get in, he had a dark green shirt on and a black trouser, you could see his long hair waving because of the wind,

"Hiiii" you mumbled as you opened the window but before he could climb in he grabbed your chin and pulled you in to kiss you softly before he let go "Ummm i thought you were not coming tonight"

"I was missing you darling" you nodded and stepped back so he could get in, he noticed you had his shirt on that he had left there or in other words the shirt you had stolen from him.

"Are you okay..you seem..were you crying?" You shook your head as you turned around, you didn't want to snap in front of him.

Before you could get away he grabbed your arm around turned you towards him, he hugged you briefly before he pulled away and grabbed your chin to make you look at him

"Now tell me what's wrong and this time I don't want you to lie to me" he asked, his voice was tender and sweet.

"Nothing..it's nothing…I was just missing you" you pursed your lips to control your sobs but they came out anyways,

"I was missing you"

"You were?" You sobbed even harder and his eyes teared up too.

"How could I not sweetheart hmm?" He cupped your cheeks, leaned down to kiss you and his thumbs proceeded to wipe your tears simultaneously,

"That's just not it, is it? Something else is eating you up..tell me, share with me" he questioned you but you could only hiccup between your cries. Why were you like this?

"It's ..I don't want to annoy you"

"Annoy me? Did I annoy you that day when I wept like a baby in your arms?"

He questioned you softly so you shook your head, you looked like a child at the moment and it made him smile. He just wanted to take away whatever was bothering you and make you feel better

"I just don't want you to leave because people leave when I'm like this, they don't like me like this" the broken voice and the fear your words held made his heart sink, to learn that people had hurt you so badly in the past that you felt afraid sharing your feelings with him was heartbreaking for him.

"Like what princess? You feel hurt and you just want to be held and comforted, there's nothing wrong with that" the back of his fingers brushed against your cheek as he cooed.

"No???"

"Why would this ever drive me away?"

"I just don't want you to leave " you sobbed even harder so he hugged you and gave you the time to let it all out, he could feel your heart thumping in your chest and he knew this thing has been building up from quite some time now. You both had your insecurities and he wanted to be there for you the way you have been there for him.

"Princess I just need you to know and understand that I'm not going to leave, I'd always need you more than you could ever need me" you pulled away to look at him as he said that. You didn't know why would a god like him would ever need you but you liked the sound of that, mainly because of the look on his face.

"Come here sweet thing" he cupped your cheeks again to kiss your forehead and then he took you to the bed, perhaps cuddles would make you feel better. For once he was the one being the bigger spoon here, he made you lay down on his chest and you held onto him as tightly as you could.

"I was just watching you and Melissa on the tv or should I say Meloki and it just bothered me alot" you mumbled so he laid you down on the bed and turned towards you so he could look at you while talking, he laid sideways on his arm and used those fingers of his to caress your scalp while the other hand wrapped around waist and you felt them running up and down on your back

"Meloki? What is that? An ailment of some sort?" you chuckled as he said that

"It's just not her.. I kept thinking about all those gorgeous people at the gala and I just wanted to be there with you..but at the same time I know I'd never fit in"

"Not fit in? My sweetheart you'd not only fit in but stand out between those shallow dimwits, they are just a bunch of buffoons anyways" you giggled as he said that.

"You're so cute" you scooted closer to him and placed your head between the crook of his neck, your arm curled around his slender waist,

"Someday we will tell this whole planet of our truth and it would be glorious"

"It will be glorious" you said excitedly

"Are you feeling better?"

"Mmmhmmm now that you're here I'm Okay..are you gonna stay?"

"Absolutely, besides Thor is out galavanting with his own mortal"

You pulled away to look at him as he said that.

"Is she the same girl he fell for when he came here?"

"That would be her"

"Ahhhh that's nice..ohhhh your parents are going to kill you both"

"Not me, I'm no Asgardian any longer" he chuckled so you kissed him again. He was so adorable.

"Ummmm I have to tell you something..my mother is trying to set me up with this doctor guy, he's the son of my stepfather's friend " he pulled away slightly to look at you.

"I don't like the sound of that"

"Trust me, me neither, but he's going to be here for two days so I'm just gonna meet him and show him around the city"

"What happened to the don't see other people pact?" He pouted so you pecked on his lips again.

"I'm not going to see him, I'm just going to be a fancy tour guide"

"Uhhuhh but what if he sweeps you off your feet?"

"He can compete but he's never winning against thisssss right here" you pointed towards his heart so he smiled "Mr Loki there are no men like you"

He chuckled before he got on top of you and kissed you, he hated the idea of you going out with this guy he knew nothing about but he couldn't have stopped you either, your mother wanted you to see him and you couldn't have denied, besides from what he had heard your mother hated him so it wasn't really wise to tell her about you two just yet.

"Lokiiiii" you moaned into his mouth so he hummed.

"I have your shirt on"

"You think I didn't notice?"

"Mmhmmm did you notice that I am not wearing much underneath it?" He stopped kissing you and looked at you intently, of course he noticed, you just had your underwear on but he didn't want to say anything that would make you feel uncomfortable.

"I did"

He leaned into you and kissed you again while you pulled his shirt out of the confinement of his pants before you unbuttoned it slowly, he moaned into your mouth as your fingernails caressed his bare skin,

"It amazes me how you are so unaware of your good looks" you whispered in his ear and he let out a nervous laughter, kissing down from your jawline his lips trailed over your collarbone slowly, every inch of your skin felt tingling with anticipation of what was about to happen or how far you both were going to take this.

He shifted on top of you, situating his knees on either side of your waist to support his weight.

"If you're ever burdened by those tormenting misconceptions regarding yourself again just remember that no matter where I am, your thoughts are all I carry in my head" your eyes teared up as he said that.

"Mmmmhmmm really?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you little one, i just wanted to come back here and love you like this" you gulped as he said that, your fingers curled around his neck and you pulled him closer to you to kiss him passionately,

He wanted to stay patient but how could he when you touched him and kissed him so desperately, he could feel the heat radiating off your body, he never knew that he'd ever come to crave the feeling of a woman's warm body underneath him, he wanted to get burned by the heat you were radiating, the energy that felt torturous in other situations only gave him pleasure at the moment.

His hands sneaked under the shirt you were wearing and you let out a loud moan as his fingers trailed over your erect nipples,

"Looo..gosh babyyyy" you whined and bit on your lips as he gave them a little squeeze,

"I have thought about this a countless times since we have met" he mumbled softly.

"You did?"

"Mmmhmm especially when we were separated, your thoughts were the only thing keeping me sane at nights, in every possible way" he whispered in your ear before he sucked on your neck, you wrapped your legs around his waist , the feeling of his cock rubbing against your core was almost too much to take, your body felt shaky, you have never been the subject of such eroticism before, you only read about it and saw the sweltering passion in movies but now you knew how it felt to be touched so sensually by man you were actually in love with.

"Gossshhh Loki…oh goddd"

You cried out his name as he gyrated his hips into your core, your hand gripped his bicep to feel a sense of security because even though you were on the bed you felt as if you'd fall down even lower and deeper into the grounds, it felt like a trance that you were afraid to break out of.

He grabbed the collar of your shirt between his fists and ripped them apart in one quick motion, breaking all the buttons at once, the subtle flaunt of the inhumane strength only added to your arousal, the things he could do to you and with you and the things you'd allow him to do to you were infinite in number. You'd do anything for him as long as he'd continue to rub against you like this .

He allowed the shredded fabric to stay on your body but your breasts were visible to him now, his cock had gotten so hard that he feared he'd come almost instantly.

"Norns you're beautiful, so beautiful, it's taking everything in me to not claim you as my own" he whispered so you cupped his cheeks,

"I'm all yours i promise..i promise" he kissed you feverishly before he grabbed your hips and aided them to match his own movements,

"You are mine darling and I'll never let you go, never"

"Yessss godd yess stay with me, be with me, all of you..with me, I need it lo, I need it"

Your voice trembled as you spoke, words barely audible but he heard them when you whispered everything in his ears, the day he had met you he felt so strangely connected to you and with time he had only fallen in love with every little thing about you that made you so completely you.

"Lokiii I'm gonna…oh wowww" you moaned his name and he couldn't take his eyes off your face, the dimly lit room made the moment even more perfect. He could see you, touch you, you were half naked underneath him but there was still a sense of mystery.

"I know, i know love, let go, cum with me"

You didn't need anything else, it worked like a charm, a trigger, him asking you to cum in that deep husky breathy voice of his was the only push you needed, the hold of your legs around him tightened and your body convulsed underneath him, if he wasn't holding onto you so fiercely your body would have thrashed uncontrollably, maybe someday he could watch you do just that..

You lifted your hips up and gyrated against him in the wake of your high, that made him combust too and it was glorious in every way, he had sex a million times before but he had never been so pleased like this, it wasn't the orgasm itself but the woman who was pleasing him beyond belief.

He placed his head down on your breasts to calm down, your fingers scratched his scalp gently, both of your bodies felt utterly spent.

After a few minutes he laid down next to you so he wasn't crushing you underneath his weight. You turned towards him and gave him a smile which he returned immediately.

"So now we are friends who kiss sometimes, don't see other people and do Thattttt" he chuckled as you said that

"Princess at this point it's safe to say that we are friends who are also lovers"

"I love being your lover"

"So do I"

You kissed him lovingly before you got off the bed to clean yourself up but he was too relaxed to even move a muscle so he used a charm to take care of the mess he had caused in his pants, when you came back from the bathroom he was in a fresh pair of pants.

You didn't remember much after that because as soon as you got back to the bed, he spooned into you like a baby and it merely took a minute for you two to fall asleep.

He woke you up around five in the morning because he knew Thor would be there to take him back to the tower and he wanted to spend some time with you before he would leave.

You kissed him again and you kissed him in a manner that would keep him obsessing over it for the rest of the day

"Don't fall in love with this healer"

"And if I do?" You mumbled teasingly

"I would just have to murder him I'm afraid"

You giggled at the response. He did enjoy stabbing bad people. You fixed the collar of his shirt and his hair seemed all poofy so you made him sit down at the edge of the bed while you brushed them with a comb.

"You have the softest hair lo..such a pretty baby you are" he giggled at the comment. God you loved him.

You missed him as soon as he was gone and now you had to worry about meeting this guy after work, your mother had given you his phone number so you called him, you didn't understand why he wasn't the one to call you since he was visiting. Just the phone call was enough of an indication that you weren't going to get along with this man. He sounded arrogant

"I'm sorry I'm late" you apologized as you spotted him at the restaurant, your mom had mailed a picture of him to you so it was easier to recognise.

"It's fine I guess, I'm used to such tardiness" he smiled but you could tell he was annoyed, you didn't miss the sarcasm in his tone.

"Ummm okay actually I don't think I got your name yet, my mom told me everything except your name, I'm y/n by the way" you raised your hand forward so he looked at it for a few seconds before he shook it.

"Hello y/n, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange"

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I Say Nothing That Frightens Me, Loki x fem! Reader Series, Part Two

Series Summary: As a young Asgardian, you have grown to be friends and secretly pine for the younger Prince Loki. After his fury has sent him off, his mother sends you on a quest to find him and bring him home. Your quest makes you cross paths with a mysterious group that calls themselves the TVA. There, Loki can be found...but he loves someone named Sylvie, not you.

Part One

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST CENTRAL. Some violence. The "healing your beloved's wounds" trope. Some fluffy moments. Dealing with the canon events of Loki. Unrequited love. An eventual happy ending.

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Chapter Word Count: 3K

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What in the actual hell were you going to do now? Your brain was racing but your body felt still. You wanted to curl up into a ball. But instead, you stood up. And to top it off, worst of all…

“That can’t be…it’s…it’s only been a few short days. You can’t fall in love in a few days!” you retorted after Mobius explained it.

“I saw it in his face. Insisted I called him by her name…Forget him. Leave them. He found someone he’s crazy about. And they’re going to do some crucial, multiverse saving business. Why should it matter…. sit back and relax!” Mobius suggested.

He was right. You should leave him. He earned it. Bastard. And if you did find him, you’d drag him by the ear back home. Then kill him. You wished you could throw him off the remains of the Rainbow Bridge all over again and have him fall to the oblivion of space.

But he…he could still get hurt. Or killed. Yes, he was a god- but even gods had weaknesses.

You began to pace around. Walking through the halls. Things seemed empty- wouldn’t someone note your odd clothes and say something? Whatever. Less trouble for you.

You came across some desks with paper. You grabbed a pencil. Writing out your options.

Leave Loki and Sylvie to make out and then rot.

Find Loki and throw him off a cliff in Midgard.

Find Loki and try to bring him back.

The first option would be satisfying. Just run from it all. Start a life on Midgaurd, even. You wouldn’t have to face home. And the constant reminders of him in the palace.

The second option only hurt a little. You would no doubt see him with her. That would hurt. How could you face him? You wanted his happiness. He more than deserved it. But he’d smile and be happy with someone who wasn’t you. And you’d see it. Though would make the latter part better. Even if he was tall, seeing his lean frame billowing over and trying to magick out of it. You could then stab him with your blade.

But…what did he owe you? Love? He was your friend all your life. He owed you nothing. He wasn’t your lover. Only in your dreams. But…that was being possessive. That wasn’t good. It wasn’t like Loki owed you anything. He didn’t. He wasn’t your lover. He never even suggested the idea once. What if, for example, Thor himself ran to you and demanded you love him? Would it be fair if you refused, and he forced you into his arms, a marriage altar, and bed?

No, it wasn’t okay when the roles were reversed. Loki owed you nothing.

If you brought him back, he’d reunite with her eventually. Or she would go with him. Who could resist Loki’s intelligence, beauty, and charms? Then Sylvie would stay in Asgaurd! Norns, how could you stand even being in the same room with them, much less living with them? And you didn’t even know what she looked like?

The third option stared at you. You wanted to tear it up. Ignore it for the above choices.

But you owed Frigga her son.

You made a promise to Frigga. You could imagine the look on her face when you returned. When you had to announce that you failed her son. That you failed her.

But wait…you didn’t fail her. You hadn’t failed her…at least not yet! You could still do it. All you had to do was find Loki and return him home. That was it. Then you could quit your station and find some other place to live. Some place away from the castle. Away from him. And try to make yourself glad he was at least happy.

And then, you’d forget that charming, mischievous prince.

You ran back to Mobius.

“Take me there! Take me to the end of the world! I’m continuing my quest and bringing him back…Because I care about him…” you declared.

He nodded. A kind hand of his patted your shoulder. His smile was sad.

“I…I do too.”

“So point me where he is…”

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You reached the End of the World. After an hours walk, you finally found the place Mobius described without a scuffle. The palace hall was easy to get into, much to your surprise. There were no guards. A purple light drenched you as you walked down that long hall. White walls loomed over your head like they would swallow you.

“Ah! Y/N! knew you would be here!” announced a theatrical voice from above.

You jumped and got out a dagger.

“Who are you?” you asked.

Looking around, you saw and sensed no one.

“The One at the end of all time. Friends call me Kang,” he replied (the voice sounded masculine).

“Kang…are you trying to kill me?” you asked, gripping the hilt.

“Oh- nononononno! I have a guess what you’re here for! I do love a guest! So tell me-what brings you here to my house?” he asked.

“No, I’m looking for Loki,” you explained.

Holding the dagger up, you walked forward.

“Which one?”

“What do you mean?” you asked incredulously.

“There’s quite a lot of Loki’s out there-haven’t you heard? Be specific- which. One. What does he look like?”  he interviewed.

“The one with long dark hair!”

You glanced backwards and searched the walls. There was no one.

“Good looking?” the voice asked.

“I won’t answer that?”

“Is. He. Good. Looking?” the voice insisted.

You felt your stomach turn to butterflies as you admitted “Uh- yes!”       

“Oh, so the president!” he figured from above. He echoed down the hall.

“President?! What do you mean??  No! The prince! Golden helmet with giant horns! The one who likes green!” you specified.

You wouldn’t think of the green covered editions of books you’d give him on his birthday. And You wouldn’t think of the birthday gifts he gave to you either of little rings and necklaces. Things that made you feel pretty at banquets. Or the time he got your flowers that brightened your room. Or shoes when your old ones wore out from training…no, you couldn’t.

“Oh, that one…look at you squirm. And just listen to your voice! Loki might not know. But I do!”

“Know what?” you asked in fake innocence.

“Awww, poor little Y/N! Just can’t compete next to Sylvie, can you? Nothing like a broken heart!”

“Shut up!” you yelled back.

You waved around the dagger.

“Take me to him right now or I’ll find you and stab you!” you threatened.

“They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned-that’s why you’re going to find it? Cut him into ribbons? Scoop out her stomach?

‘I don’t want to harm him. I don’t want to harm either of them! I just want to bring him back home! His mother’s orders!” you explained.

You picked up to reach the end further. There must be a door somewhere. Even a hidden one.

“He IS here, Y/N…He’s here with me right now!”

“Can he hear you? US?” you cried in a panic.

“No- would you like me to tell him about our little conversation?”

“NO!”

Your steps faltered. You paused to catch your breath. Kang began to laugh.

“Please! Take me to him, Kang! Queen’s insistence!” you ordered.

“Why don’t you waltz over forward! Would love to meet you! I’m sure he’s too moony-eyed over Sylvie to remember you. And here- have the most PERFECT song to go along! It’s from Carmen. It’s a story about a little girl. She falls in love with a childhood friend. But alas! The friend falls in love with another woman- that Carmen who’s too much to resist! She runs home crying with a broken heart. Then his mother sends her off to find him and bring him home. Sound familiar, Y/N? How I do love all those little human operas!”

Your own system picked it up. You heard it as you kept running. Each step closer to him. As the song rumbled around you, it’s translation to your tongue entered your brain. Languages fascinated you, particularly the French language from Midgard. You bit back your tongue and tears form how it spoke to you.

“I will soon come close to that woman,

Whose accursed means

Have ended up by inflaming

The man I once loved.

She is dangerous, she is beautiful,

But I do not want to be afraid,

No, no, I don't want to have fear,

I will speak loudly in front of her!”

You walked down the hall. Your heart hammering in your chest.

Finally, there was a door. You thought you heard voices.

And his voice. Loki’s.

That one voice. The voice you heard for years. The voice who would ask careful questions next to Thor’s bravado bragging. The voice who confided in you of his jealousy for his brother, of his fear of being unable to live up. The voice who you told of your fear of failing as an Asgardian warrior. Who you traded books and looked up at the stars with and…

Was there…there arguing? And then shuffles-blades hitting blades- the sounds of a fight.

No, no more hesitation. You were not trained to sit and let others go about. To indulge in passivity. You were trained to take action, rather than have your thoughts consume you. Or your heart. You would power through and move on.

You opened the door. It was quite a cozy room. How you would have loved to drink wine and relax with a book from its high shelves. There was a fireplace and bookshelves high up to the ceiling. But it was dark. The mahogany furniture needed dusting.

But a sudden grunt and the sound of a blade on blade brought your eyes up. Your voice cried out.

“Loki- I-"

He was kissing a woman.

The world froze. You couldn’t look and yet you had to look. They were kissing. No, she was kissing him. But what did it matter- they were kissing. You felt your stomach drop. A dread chill ran through you. He was stiff, but not rejecting it.

You could not endure it. No no no no no no.

You swallowed hard. Your eyes looked on as if seeing a person’s execution in front of you. It was so awful and yet you could not retract your eyes from the sight.

You wanted to kill him. You wanted to kill her. You wanted them both stabbed with your daggers.

He turned. He stared at you in…in surprise. His jaw dropping and his eyes wide, then squinting. His face was paler than normal.

“Y/N…is…is that really you?” you said.

The woman- no, Sylvie- turned to you. How she would have reacted to you, you didn’t know. But to your surprise, it was not one of smugness, of pride, of triumph. Her face was neutral. Her eyes steeled to a desk before them.

But a gentleman at the desk stood up from a chair.

“Why-isn’t this PERFECT! This is a movie writing itself! I should get the popcorn!” he announced.

You turned and saw it was the same voice as before. A gentleman with a wicked smile and long, grandiose purple robes like a king. You took a step forward, your voice urging you to speak “Prince Loki, I have been ordered by Queen Frigga to return you to Asgard.”

You never got the chance to say that.

It then all happened so fast you hardly knew what. Maybe the kiss made you numb to react or fight.

But the woman ran up to the man, stabbed him. He yelped. You gasped. Your own- no, he was never yours. Loki ran forward.

Then she pulled the blade out. His corpse fell over.

Loki ran to her. She smiled, then with a flick of her wrist magicked a portal. She pushed the prince of Asgard through.

“NO!” you screamed.

Making a sprint, you jumped forward, grabbed him, arms around, and both of you fell through. Lights flashed by you- more colors- like the rainbow bridge of home but swallowing you. But you held onto him. No matter what. You would not let go.

Both of you landed with a thud. You panted hard. And then let him go. He then looked up. His hair wild and his face dirtied over his ivory face. He blinked as you let him go.

“Y/N! What…what in…” he wondered.

Giving a handsome grin, he then greeted you with a tight hug.

“I…I thought I’d never see you again! Ever! Oh, gods above. I’m so relieved…relieved you’re alive!” he said.

“Relieved I’m alive?” you repeated.

Alarms went off in the office.

“Loki-who was that man? What were you doing here?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I might ask the same. What are you doing here?”

You felt yourself frown. Your fists curled up by your sides.

“You…you vanished! You giant dumbass-Then you attempted an entire invasion of Midgaurd! Frigga and Thor and I got worried sick!!!I didn’t even know if you would live or what would happen!” you ranted.

He put his head down, hands on his hips. He muttered as he raised his eyes to you.

“Listen, I-“

You wished you could have slapped him, but instead you grabbed his arms. You looked into those blue eyes as clear and bright as a fresh spring. Your lips were close. But instead, you yelled at his face.

“No, YOU listen! Frigga sent me to find you! I had to look everywhere! Traveled all over the world and this one too!”

He blinked and his jaw clenched.

“I tore through space and time, searched everywhere, and I was told…I was told that…”

No, you wouldn’t bring her up. Not her. Not now. But you let him go. You wiped off a tear on your sleeve. Alarms began to go off. Both of you jumped and looked above.

“She did it-Sylvie did it…”

“Killing Kang?” you asked.

Other than make out with you, was the bitter reply on your tongue.

“She...she opened all the multiverse.”

“The What?”

“Multiple universes. Alternative timelines, sacred timelines. It’s a long story. My dear Y/N, I’ll have to explain it to you later…”

Fighting the urge to smile at “my dear”, you let him go. Alarms then pierced the air, shrieking. His curls whipped around him as he looked about. TVA members were running.

“Anything need our immediate attention, Loki? You need to go back!” you said.

“I’m…I’m not sure…they might need me…” he reasoned.

You placed your hands on your hips.

“Could you at least make a trip back home to your mother first? I’ve been on this stupid quest to bring you back for ages!” you scolded.

He sighed.

“Fine then, I will…only…Y/N, let me ask you something….”

He crossed his arms.

“How are we going to get back to Midgaurd? If the Bifrost was back as normal- we’d ask Heimdall and we’d be back for Father to scold at me in no time…but now…”

As if on cue like an actor, Mobius ran right around.

“Oh my god- the TVA is on fire! Where-“

He paused, his feet skidding as he halted. Then looked between you two.

“Oh- hello there! Welcome!”

“Mobius-Mobius, please-she did it. She killed Kang. The sacred timeline is open-everything is haywire!”

He blinked but then nodded. You turned to him.

“Is it crucial? Do you need him?” you asked.

Mobius tilted his head.

“Who are you?”

Loki’s jaw dropped. You turned to your companion.

“They must have…must have rearranged his memory.”

“They can do that?” you asked.

His eyes looked around. Then he smiled. He grabbed your arms and held your wrists from behind you.

“Yes…but maybe that’s to our advantage, Y/N,” he confided into your ear.

You heard his breath. You felt his body from behind you. Beneath your armor and clothes, you sweated.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Follow my lead…” he instructed.

He put his chin forward. He grabbed your shoulder.

“See sir- I am an agent. Taking this variant away! We must return her to her proper timeline right away…it’s urgent!” he ordered.

Mobius smiled, nodding his head.

“Oh! Very good! Well- where should she be?” Mobius asked.

Loki glanced at you. The word formed out of you in a faint whisper.

“Asg-“

“ASGAURD! Of course!” Loki interrupted.

“Well then- can’t take her there yet! A lot of our devices for Asgard broke!”

“Then…take us to…to…” he fumbled in his “official” voice.

“Midgaurd,” you whispered.

“MIDGAURD! Take us to Midgaurd to transport her there-there’s a connection, the thundering type.”

You bolted your head down and bit the inside of your cheek in fake guilt.

“Well then! To that Midgaurd place! We’ll be glad to take you both there!”

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In a flash of light, you were back there. A bridge and a bright light. Turning your head, you saw there it was- New York City in it’s beautiful, if not glorious, skyline. You managed to get a taxi and get to the Avengers headquarters in no time. Though, thank the norns, most strangers did not gape that you had their invader right at your heels.

You ran into the main parlor and kitchen of the Avengers tower.

“Thor? Thor-where are you?” you called out.

But there was no reply. You turned around.

“We can wait a while…he might be back…” Loki said.

This close. But it was almost done. Your quest was finally ending!

He stumbled over and then sat on a chair. He looked up at you.

“You know…I did miss you…and I have to tell you…tell you everything I learned. What happened…” he said.

You looked over and noticed his arm. How different he looked. His shirt though stained with his sweat, with two tears at the back was tantalizingly tight. And that wasn’t getting onto how well his pants fit him. The robes back home didn’t show what a nice shape he had. Not to mention how the sleeves were rolled up were making you think unprofessional, unfocused thoughts.

But your eye went up…to a cut on his arm.

“Loki- your arm. It’s bleeding…it’s still gushing out!”

He looked over and touched it with his long fingers.

“Oh! That!” he cried.

“Here…let me take care of it!” you insisted.

“No, it’s fine-“ he shrugged.

“You’re bleeding, Loki! Let me!”

Looking around, you found a first aid kit. You rolled up more of the sleeve.

Norns, his bicep was so strong, those could wrap around you at night as he kisses you and…no, Y/N! Focus! You ordered yourself.

You took out cotton swabs and applied alcohol to them. He winced at the pain.

“You always go on so much.  Always focused on the goal…not even taking care of yourself. It’s a miracle you’re still alive, ” you tsked.

He tilted his head to the side again. His mouth scrunched to one side. Then he leaned closer to you.

“Well, you’re one to talk! If I recall correctly- I wasn’t the one lying on the bed with a broken leg for two weeks!” he replied.

You paused. Smiling, you looked up to meet him.

“No, but you did appear to read to me! See…you always took care of me…now let me take care of you…” you insisted.

Once he adjusted to the sting of the alcohol, he relaxed under your fingers. You took a fresh cotton swab to tap on the cut.

“How did you get this one?” you asked.

“That was from Sylvie’s dagger, Y/N.”

You felt your stomach sour at her name. You turned your eyes to the bandages. It made the sentence easier.

“Mobius told me You love her…” you said.

“Yes.”

You kept your head down. That way, he wouldn’t see how you were keeping your jaw tight. Pushing back tears. No longer looking at him as you heard his beautiful voice. Trying to look for a fresh bandage as a focus exercise. You found one and peeled off the adhesive.

“I fought with her. Fell for her…and then she left me.”

“She kissed you.”

“And then…then abandoned me…I did everything for her and …she left…”

You placed the bandage over his cut. Smoothing it out.

“There…much better…” you finished.

“Well, do you know a bandage for a broken heart?” he asked.

You think YOUR heart is broken? You wanted to yell at him. But the words, like bile, you kept inside. You folded your hands. Still looking down.

“No…I don’t…”

“Y/N…I need some time alone to process this…I’m sorry but she…I loved her and…and it wasn’t enough…” he said.

You nodded. He walked off, vanishing behind a door. Finally alone, you let a few tears begin to drip down your face.

Neither was I for you, you thought.