#loki would be a very elegant parent

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[amethystarachnid]

Hi! 🤍

I saw your Marvel Holiday Special, and would love to request it, including Loki Laufeyson, if possible.

As soon as I saw the prompt [ Holiday Road Trip  – A festive road trip adventure with your character, from road snacks to sing-alongs to unexpected pit stops. Will the two of you get into mischief along the way? ] I knew I would love to see what mischief Loki and Fem! Reader will get up to on their road trip.

The only plot point I'd love to see is Reader taking Loki home to meet her parents for the first time, as this is their first Christmas together as a couple. Other than that, I'm open to any and all additions!

Thank you in advance 🤍

CHRISTMAS ROAD TRIP

⤷ LOKI LAUFEYSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.4k

ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said, it's just them on a cute little road trip

ᯓ★ TW(s): some men staring at y/n and loki gets jealous

ᯓ★ After this event is done I was thinking of writing a part two with Loki meeting the rest of her family if y'all want to read it!!

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The chill of December wraps around you as you shuffle through the living room, tossing a scarf onto the pile of clothes Loki has deemed necessary for this trip. Your breath fogs slightly in the air, even inside, thanks to the old heating system that never quite does its job. Loki, standing near the window with his usual poised elegance, eyes your movements with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you certain we need to bring all of this?” he asks, gesturing toward the heap of jackets, sweaters, and boots. His black coat hangs over one arm, and he adjusts the green scarf you insisted he wear, its color somehow making his eyes seem even sharper in contrast.

“Yes,” you say with a grin, tossing another blanket into the backseat of the car. “It’s a road trip in the middle of winter, Loki. We’ll need everything to stay warm.”

“Is the car not equipped with sufficient heating?” His tone is suspicious, as if the idea of a less-than-perfectly functioning Midgardian invention offends his Asgardian sensibilities.

“It works fine!” you shoot back, though you cross your fingers mentally because “fine” is definitely a stretch. “Besides, it’s better to be prepared than frozen on the side of the road because of… well, let’s just call it ‘old car problems.’”

Loki sighs dramatically, pulling his long hair out from beneath the scarf. “It seems your love for this outdated contraption borders on madness.”

You roll your eyes. “My ‘outdated contraption’ is the only way we’re getting to my parents’ house. So unless you want to conjure a portal and skip all the scenic stops along the way…”

“Very well,” he interrupts, his lips curving into a reluctant smile. “Lead on, darling. I’m at your mercy.”

The term of endearment warms you in a way the old heater never could, and you pause for just a second to take him in. Loki—the god of mischief, with his sharp tongue and sharper cheekbones—standing here, wrapped in layers of human warmth, about to spend his first Christmas with you and your family. You feel an odd mixture of pride and nervousness, though you quickly push the latter aside.

“You’re going to love this,” you say, your voice soft but certain. “The road trip, my parents, the holiday. All of it.”

He steps closer, tilting his head as he studies you. “You seem… different today. Anxious, perhaps?”

“Nope,” you lie, too quickly.

He quirks an eyebrow, not buying it, but lets the moment pass. Instead, he picks up a thermos from the counter, examining it with mild curiosity. “And this?”

“Hot chocolate. Essential for road trips,” you say, taking it from him and packing it into a tote bag. “You’ll see.”

He doesn’t argue, but the small smirk on his face suggests he’s already planning to tease you about all of this later.

It takes another twenty minutes to finish loading the car. Loki insists on helping, though he does so with a mix of bemusement and mild exasperation. You’re almost certain he could transport everything into the vehicle with a snap of his fingers, but he indulges your need to do things the “human way,” as he puts it.

When the car is finally packed, you hand him the keys. He stares at them as if you’ve just offered him a particularly baffling puzzle.

“You’re driving,” you say, barely containing your laughter.

“Absolutely not,” he replies immediately, holding the keys between his thumb and forefinger like they might bite him. “This… contraption is yours. You shall pilot it.”

“It’s not a spaceship, Loki. It’s a car,” you say, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Besides, I like driving. You get to sit back and relax.”

He mutters something under his breath about Midgardians and their strange customs but climbs into the passenger seat without further protest. He looks comically large in the small space, his knees brushing the dashboard despite his attempts to adjust the seat.

“Comfortable?” you ask with a grin, starting the engine. The old car roars to life, though it takes a couple of tries.

“Exceedingly,” he deadpans, resting his elbow on the window ledge. “Do proceed.”

The sarcasm doesn’t escape you, but you’re too excited to care. You pull out of the driveway, the crunch of snow under the tires echoing in the crisp morning air. The city begins to fall away as you head toward the open road, the skyline replaced by sprawling fields dusted in white.

For the first few miles, Loki is quiet, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery. You steal glances at him, wondering what’s going through his mind. He’s so rarely this subdued, and while you appreciate the peace, you can’t help but feel like he’s holding something back.

“So,” you begin, breaking the silence. “What do you think so far?”

He turns his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as if considering his response carefully. “It’s… peculiar.”

“Peculiar how?”

“This,” he says, gesturing toward the dashboard and then out the window. “The journey itself. On Asgard, such distances would be traversed in an instant. There’s something… inefficient about all of this.”

“Efficient isn’t the point,” you counter. “The point is to enjoy the trip. The stops, the conversations, the memories. You can’t get that if you just snap your fingers and appear where you want to be.”

He looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, he nods. “Perhaps you’re right.”

You grin, feeling victorious. “See? I told you you’d like this.”

“I didn’t say I liked it,” he corrects, though his tone is lighter now. “Merely that you might have a point.”

“Close enough,” you say, reaching over to turn on the radio. Static fills the car for a moment before a holiday tune comes through, cheerful and bright. You glance at Loki, half expecting him to complain, but he only raises an eyebrow.

“And what is this?” he asks.

“Christmas music,” you reply, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat. “It’s mandatory for road trips in December.”

“Mandatory, you say?” He leans back in his seat, his lips twitching. “I had no idea the laws of Midgard were so whimsical.”

“Oh, they’re very serious,” you say with mock gravity. “In fact, I think there’s a fine for not singing along.”

His laughter is sudden and genuine, catching you off guard. It’s a rare sound, and you treasure it, even more than you do the road ahead or the promise of home waiting for you at the end of the trip.

The hum of the road beneath the tires and the gentle sway of the car create a rhythm that feels both soothing and energizing. You lean forward to fiddle with the radio again, this time landing on a station that’s playing upbeat holiday classics. Loki watches you with a bemused expression, his long fingers resting idly on his knee.

“Ah, yes,” he says, as the unmistakable opening notes of Jingle Bell Rock fill the car. “Another... mandatory Christmas tune?”

“Exactly,” you reply, popping open a bag of pretzels and offering him some. “And if you don’t like it, you’re legally required to tell me in song form.”

He picks up a single pretzel between his thumb and forefinger, examining it with an air of suspicion. “This looks like it was made for livestock.”

“Hey, don’t insult the pretzels,” you protest, grabbing a handful and tossing them into your mouth. “They’re a road trip staple.”

Loki places the pretzel on his tongue like it might be poison, chews slowly, and then swallows. His expression shifts from disdain to surprise. “It’s... salty.”

“Yes, that’s kind of the point.”

He considers this, then reaches for another. “Intriguing.”

You grin and pull another snack from your arsenal: a brightly colored bag of gummy bears. “If you think pretzels are weird, wait until you try these.”

He raises an eyebrow, accepting one of the bears and holding it up to the light. “Is this... an animal?”

“Sort of,” you say, trying not to laugh. “It’s candy. Just eat it.”

He does, and for a moment, his face is a perfect picture of concentration. Then, slowly, his lips curve into a smile. “This is much better than the pretzel.”

“See?” you say triumphantly, tossing a few gummy bears into your mouth. “I told you, snacks are essential. You can’t have a road trip without snacks.”

Loki leans back in his seat, his long legs stretching as much as the cramped car will allow. “And this is how Midgardians entertain themselves on journeys? Consuming... novelty foods and singing mandatory songs?”

“Pretty much,” you reply. “Oh, and there’s one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

You reach into the tote bag and pull out a thermos. “Hot chocolate.”

He accepts the thermos with the same air of careful curiosity, unscrewing the lid and taking a tentative sip. His eyes widen slightly, and you know you’ve won him over again.

“This is... quite good,” he admits, taking another sip.

“I told you, road trips are fun.”

He glances at you, his expression softening. “I suppose they are—when shared with the right company.”

Your cheeks flush, and you turn your attention back to the road, the snow-covered fields stretching out in every direction.

A few hours and several snack wrappers later, the car’s fuel gauge dips dangerously close to empty. You pull into a small, slightly shabby gas station, the kind with peeling paint and a flickering neon sign. Loki surveys the establishment with a look of barely concealed disdain.

“This is where we’re stopping?” he asks.

“Unless you want to push the car the rest of the way, yes,” you reply, pulling into a parking spot near the pumps. “Come on, stretch your legs. I need to use the bathroom anyway.”

Loki unfolds himself from the car with all the grace of a cat, though his nose wrinkles as he looks around. “It smells.”

“It’s a gas station,” you say, slamming the car door. “What were you expecting? Roses?”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response, instead following you toward the building. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzz faintly, and the air smells faintly of coffee and stale popcorn. You head for the bathroom, leaving Loki to explore the aisles on his own.

When you emerge a few minutes later, you find him standing in front of a display of souvenir snow globes, one of them turning over in his hands. The miniature scene inside—a plastic snowman and a lopsided evergreen—glimmers as the “snow” swirls around it.

“Are you actually thinking about buying that?” you ask, amused.

He glances at you, then back at the snow globe. “It’s... quaint. And yet oddly mesmerizing.”

You laugh, grabbing a couple of candy bars and a bottle of water from a nearby shelf. “If you want it, get it. Consider it your first Midgardian souvenir.”

He looks at you for a moment, then nods, placing the snow globe gently on the counter as you both approach the cashier. The older man behind the register barely glances up, sliding your items across the scanner with the air of someone who’s been doing this job for far too long.

“That everything?” the cashier asks, his voice gruff.

“Yes, thank you,” you say, handing over your card.

As the cashier bags your items, Loki leans closer to you. “What exactly is the purpose of this trinket?” he whispers, nodding toward the snow globe.

“It’s just for fun,” you whisper back. “Not everything needs a purpose.”

He looks skeptical but doesn’t argue.

Back outside, you load the snacks into the car while Loki examines the gas pump like it’s some kind of alien artifact.

“Do you know how to use this?” he asks, gesturing toward the nozzle.

“Yes, I know how to use it,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “Go sit in the car. I’ll take care of it.”

He doesn’t move, instead watching intently as you swipe your card and start filling the tank. “Fascinating,” he murmurs.

“It’s really not,” you say, though you can’t help but smile. He has a way of making even the most mundane things feel... significant.

When the tank is full, you hop back into the driver’s seat, and Loki joins you, carefully placing the snow globe in the cup holder between you.

“Ready to hit the road again?” you ask.

He nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Indeed. Though I’m curious—what other ‘essential’ stops will we be making along the way?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” you reply, pulling back onto the highway. “Road trips are all about surprises.”

The car hums along the snowy highway, the world outside your windows stretching into a winter wonderland of frosted fields and glittering trees. Inside, however, it’s less serene. Loki sits in the passenger seat, absently flipping through the contents of the glove compartment with the unrestrained curiosity of someone poking through someone else’s junk drawer.

“Do you actually need half of this?” he asks, pulling out a map so faded it’s barely readable.

“Put that back,” you say, swatting at his hand without taking your eyes off the road. “You don’t touch the glove box. It’s sacred.”

“Sacred?” He chuckles, holding up a broken pair of sunglasses and a random assortment of gas station receipts. “Darling, this is hardly a relic worth worshipping.”

“It’s my chaos box,” you reply. “It’s not supposed to make sense. Now leave it alone before you break something.”

“Very well,” he sighs, shoving everything back with little regard for order, which makes you groan. “Though I fail to see how it could possibly get more broken.”

You glance at him, catching his smirk, and roll your eyes. “If you’re bored, you can always stare out the window dramatically and brood. That’s kind of your thing, isn’t it?”

He leans back, folding his arms across his chest in mock offense. “I do not brood.”

“Oh, you absolutely brood,” you say with a grin. “You brood so hard you make storm clouds jealous.”

He opens his mouth to retort but stops when his hand brushes the thermos of hot chocolate, which is now teetering on the edge of the cup holder. He grabs it just in time but not without spilling a healthy splash onto his coat.

“Gods,” he mutters, glaring at the stain like it personally insulted him.

You bite back a laugh but can’t resist teasing him. “Nice catch, broody. Very heroic.”

He dabs at the spot with a napkin you hand him, grumbling under his breath about “ridiculous human beverages” and “primitive travel conditions.” You’re still laughing when he huffs dramatically and folds his arms again, clearly aiming for indignation but only managing to look adorably annoyed.

A few hours later, you pull off the highway to check out a small roadside shop advertising “the best pies in the state.” It’s the kind of place you’d normally drive past, but the idea of a warm pie in the middle of a snowy road trip is too tempting to resist.

Inside, the shop is charmingly rustic, with walls covered in old photos and shelves lined with jars of preserves. You head straight to the counter, but Loki lingers near a display of homemade candles, holding one up and sniffing it cautiously.

“Vanilla bean,” he reads aloud, his tone skeptical. “Is this supposed to smell like food?”

“It’s a candle,” you reply, selecting a cherry pie from the glass case. “It’s supposed to smell nice.”

He sets the candle down, unimpressed, and joins you at the counter just as the cashier rings up your order. As you pay, Loki spots a basket of candy canes and picks one up, frowning as he examines the striped treat.

“What exactly is this?” he asks, holding it like it’s some kind of alien artifact.

“It’s a candy cane,” you say, grabbing one for yourself. “It’s minty. You’ll like it.”

He pulls off the wrapper and takes a tentative lick. His face immediately contorts into a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“This tastes like winter,” he declares.

“That’s kind of the point,” you say, unwrapping your own. “It’s festive.”

He tries another lick, then shrugs and tucks the candy cane into his coat pocket like it’s a weapon he might need later. You stifle a laugh, imagining him wielding it like a dagger.

Back on the road, you decide it’s time to test Loki’s patience. You rummage through your tote bag and pull out a festive headband adorned with two glittery reindeer antlers.

“What is that?” he asks warily.

“A gift for you,” you reply, grinning as you hold it out to him. “Put it on.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on. It’s Christmas!” you say, leaning over to try and place the antlers on his head.

He dodges, his reflexes annoyingly quick. “I am not wearing that.”

“Why not? You’d look cute.”

“I do not do ‘cute,’” he says, crossing his arms.

“Fine,” you say with exaggerated disappointment, sliding the headband onto your own head instead. “I guess I’ll just have to be the festive one.”

“Finally, some sense,” he says, but there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes.

You’re about to retort when you glance at him and realize the candy cane he’d tucked into his pocket has fallen out and is now stuck to his scarf. He hasn’t noticed, but the sight of him sitting there with a sticky candy cane dangling from his pristine scarf is too much. You burst out laughing.

“What?” he asks, frowning.

“You, uh… you’ve got something on your scarf,” you manage between giggles.

He looks down, spots the candy cane, and sighs heavily. “This is why I prefer Asgardian fabrics,” he mutters, carefully peeling the sticky mess off his scarf.

“You’re a walking Christmas disaster,” you say, still laughing.

“And yet, here you are, subjecting me to all of this,” he replies, though there’s no real bite to his words.

“Because you love it,” you tease.

He glances at you, his expression softening. “Perhaps I do.”

As the sun begins to set, you find yourself driving through a picturesque little town, its streets lined with twinkling lights and festive decorations. Loki, who has been staring out the window for the past few minutes, suddenly sits up straighter.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing to a small group of people gathered around a fire pit in the town square.

“Looks like a caroling group,” you say, slowing down to get a better look. “They’re singing Christmas songs.”

“Fascinating,” he murmurs.

“You want to stop?” you ask, half-joking.

He surprises you by nodding. “Yes. I’d like to see this.”

You pull into a parking spot, and the two of you wander over to the group, who are enthusiastically belting out Deck the Halls. Loki stands slightly apart, watching with an expression you can’t quite read.

After a few minutes, one of the carolers notices him and offers him a songbook. “Would you like to join us?”

Loki hesitates, glancing at you. You give him an encouraging nod, trying not to laugh at the idea of the god of mischief singing Christmas carols. To your amazement, he accepts the book and flips it open.

What follows is perhaps the most surreal and hilarious thing you’ve ever witnessed. Loki, with his deep, smooth voice, joins in on Silent Night, his usual air of confidence somehow making the song sound like a solemn Asgardian hymn. The carolers seem delighted, but you’re struggling not to laugh so hard you cry.

When the song ends, Loki hands the book back and turns to you, one eyebrow raised. “What?” he asks, clearly aware of your barely contained laughter.

“Nothing,” you say, grinning. “You’re just… full of surprises.”

He smirks, slipping his arm around your waist as you head back to the car. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The town square is straight out of a holiday movie. Strings of fairy lights crisscross above the cobblestone streets, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. The shop windows are decorated with frosted garlands and tiny ornaments, and the faint scent of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts wafts through the crisp air.

“This place is... quaint,” Loki remarks, though there’s no malice in his tone. If anything, he seems intrigued.

You grin, taking his hand and giving it a tug. “Come on, let’s walk around. Stretch our legs before we hit the road again.”

His fingers tighten around yours, and you set off down the street together, weaving through the small clusters of people enjoying the festivities. Loki, with his impossibly perfect posture and graceful strides, looks somewhat out of place among the casual, bundled-up townsfolk, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

At one point, you stop in front of a shop window displaying tiny porcelain houses arranged in a Christmas village scene. Snowflakes painted on the glass catch the light, giving everything a magical shimmer.

“Do people in Midgard really live in houses that small?” Loki asks, leaning closer to inspect the display.

You laugh, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “No, they’re just decorations. They’re supposed to be cute.”

He tilts his head, considering this. “I suppose they have their charm.”

You stay there for a moment, watching him as his gaze shifts from the display to the reflection of the twinkling lights in the glass. His face softens, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“What?” he asks, catching you staring.

“Nothing,” you say, smiling. “Just glad you’re here.”

He looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, and then leans down to press a kiss to your lips. It’s soft and unhurried, the kind of kiss that makes the rest of the world melt away. When he pulls back, his thumb brushes lightly against your cheek.

“Likewise,” he murmurs.

The spell is broken by the distant sound of a bell jingling, signaling someone entering a nearby shop. You laugh softly and take his hand again, leading him further down the street.

You walk for a while, pausing occasionally to peek into shop windows or admire the decorations. At one point, you pass a small stand selling roasted chestnuts and decide to grab a bag to share. Loki takes one, examines it like he’s expecting it to come to life, and finally pops it into his mouth.

“Well?” you ask, grinning.

He chews thoughtfully before nodding. “Better than pretzels.”

“That’s high praise,” you tease, nudging him playfully with your shoulder.

Eventually, your wanderings lead you to a cozy little restaurant tucked away on a side street. Its glowing sign reads The Holly & Hearth, and through the frosted windows, you can see the warm glow of candlelit tables and hear the faint hum of conversation.

“This looks nice,” you say, glancing at Loki. “Shall we?”

He nods, holding the door open for you like the gentleman he so often pretends not to be. Inside, the restaurant is as charming as its name suggests, with rustic wooden beams, a crackling fireplace, and tables adorned with holly wreaths and red candles. A cheerful hostess greets you and leads you to a cozy booth near the window.

As you settle into your seat, Loki shrugs off his coat and places it neatly beside him. You, on the other hand, haphazardly toss yours onto the seat next to you and lean back with a sigh.

“Finally, real food,” you say, glancing at the menu. “Not that I don’t love snacks, but I can’t live on pretzels and gummy bears alone.”

“I don’t know how you managed this long,” Loki replies, his eyes scanning the menu with mild curiosity.

The two of you place your orders—warm soup and freshly baked bread for you, and a hearty roast for Loki. While you wait for your food, you sip on hot cider and talk about nothing in particular. It’s easy, comfortable, and you can’t help but marvel at how natural it feels to share these little moments with him.

That is, until you notice Loki’s expression shift.

His posture straightens, and his gaze narrows slightly as he glances around the room. You follow his line of sight and realize he’s looking at a group of men seated at the bar. They’re not exactly subtle about the way they’re watching you, their gazes lingering a little too long on the curve of your legs and the snug fit of your sweater.

You glance back at Loki, whose jaw is now clenched. His fingers drum lightly against the table, an almost imperceptible but telling sign of his irritation.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, though you have a pretty good idea.

He doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze still fixed on the men. Finally, he leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “They’re staring at you.”

You laugh softly, brushing it off. “It’s not a big deal. People stare sometimes.”

“It is a big deal,” he replies, his tone clipped. “They’re ogling you like... like wolves.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile at his indignation. “It’s fine, Loki. Let them look. I’m here with you.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, his eyes flicking back to the men, who are now pretending to be interested in their drinks but still sneaking glances in your direction. You reach across the table, placing your hand over his.

“Hey,” you say softly, drawing his attention back to you. “You don’t have to be jealous.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Jealous? I am not jealous.”

“Uh-huh,” you reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’re definitely not jealous.”

He huffs, clearly trying to maintain his composure, but his free hand moves to rest possessively on your knee under the table. The gesture is subtle but unmistakable, and it sends a pleasant little thrill through you.

“You’re cute when you’re protective,” you tease, leaning forward slightly.

He smirks, though his gaze remains slightly guarded. “I am not cute.”

“Sure you’re not,” you say, your voice teasingly sweet.

Before he can respond, your food arrives, and you’re momentarily distracted by the comforting aroma of warm bread and hearty soup. Loki, however, is still keeping an eye on the men at the bar, his expression one of thinly veiled annoyance.

As you eat, you make a point of keeping the conversation light, hoping to draw his attention back to you. It works—for the most part. He relaxes a little, though his hand remains on your knee, his thumb occasionally brushing against your leg in a way that makes it very hard to focus on your soup.

When you’re both finished eating, you lean back with a satisfied sigh, savoring the lingering warmth of the cider. Loki watches you for a moment, his earlier tension finally melting away.

“You’re entirely too captivating for your own good,” he says, his voice low and warm.

You smile, reaching across the table to take his hand. “And you’re entirely too dramatic.”

He chuckles, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Perhaps.”

The moment is interrupted by the sound of one of the men at the bar laughing a little too loudly. Loki’s gaze flicks to them again, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“Don’t do anything,” you warn, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Who, me?” he asks innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggests otherwise.

“Yes, you,” you reply. “Let’s just pay the bill and get out of here, okay?”

He sighs but nods, and you flag down the waitress to settle up. As you slip into your coat, you feel Loki’s arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close as you make your way toward the door. It’s a subtle but unmistakable display, and you can’t help but smile as you glance up at him.

“Feeling better?” you ask as you step out into the chilly night air.

“Much,” he replies, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. “Though I still don’t like the way they were looking at you.”

You laugh, leaning into his side as you walk back to the car. “Well, you don’t have to worry. I only have eyes for you.”

He stops, turning to face you with a serious expression. For a moment, the teasing is gone, replaced by something deeper.

“I know,” he says softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “But I can’t help it. You’re... everything.”

Your breath catches, and before you can respond, he leans down and kisses you. It’s slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that leaves you feeling warm despite the cold air around you. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and you can see the faintest hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

“You’re everything to me too,” you whisper, smiling up at him.

He presses another quick kiss to your lips before pulling away, his smirk returning. “Good. Now let’s get back on the road before you tempt me to abandon this journey entirely.”

Laughing, you take his hand and head for the car, ready to continue your adventure together.

You both make your way back to the car, the chill of the night air nipping at your cheeks. Loki’s hand stays warm in yours as you slip into the car, and despite his earlier grumbling about the road trip, there’s an almost reluctant contentment to the way he settles into his seat next to you. You adjust the rearview mirror, settle the gearshift into drive, and take a deep breath, ready to continue the journey.

“Ready for this?” you ask, glancing over at him as you pull out of the restaurant’s parking lot.

Loki looks at you, a slight smirk on his lips, but there’s something softer behind his mischievous eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he says, his tone a little more serious than before.

You take that in stride and shift the car back onto the main road, the headlights cutting through the snow-covered streets. The gentle hum of the engine fills the space between you as you make your way toward the highway again, the familiar roads taking you further from the cozy warmth of the small town and closer to your family’s home.

As the miles slip by, the temperature outside continues to drop, and you turn up the heat just a little bit. The soft flicker of the dashboard lights casts a glow over Loki’s features as he shifts in his seat, pulling his jacket tighter around him.

“So,” you start, breaking the silence, “have you decided what you’re going to wear tomorrow? The family dinner?”

Loki looks over at you, a little surprised. “Wear?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t tell me there was a dress code.”

You laugh lightly. “Well, it’s not a formal event or anything, but my family tends to go all out on Christmas Eve, so… I don’t want you showing up in your typical black and leather. Trust me, my mom won’t let you hear the end of it.”

Loki chuckles under his breath, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You think she’ll mind if I show up in a full Asgardian outfit? Complete with the crown?”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth that fills your chest at the thought of Loki trying to make an impression on your family is undeniable. “You know my mom would love that. And my dad, too, probably. You’d definitely steal the spotlight.”

“Is that not the goal?” Loki says with an innocent grin, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Sure, but not at the expense of your dignity.”

“I have plenty of dignity to spare,” he says, leaning back in the seat. “Besides, I find this whole ‘family’ thing fascinating. You’ve mentioned your parents quite a lot, but I’ve never met them. Do they, uh… approve of me?”

You glance at him, surprised by the slight hesitation in his voice. He’s trying to act casual, but you can tell it’s more important to him than he’s letting on.

“Of course they do,” you say softly. “They’re excited to meet you. I wouldn’t be bringing you if I didn’t think you’d get along.”

Loki nods, though his gaze seems to linger on the passing road ahead. “I’ll try my best to… behave.”

You can’t help but smile, reaching over to rest your hand on his. “I think they’ll like you. Just be yourself. But also, maybe, try not to antagonize my dad too much.”

He raises an eyebrow, giving you a teasing look. “Antagonize? Me? Never. What makes you think I’d do such a thing?”

You laugh again, the sound light and carefree, and you both settle back into a comfortable silence. The road ahead stretches on, snowy fields and frosted trees blurring past your window. The quiet of the car feels familiar, the two of you sharing the journey together without needing to fill every moment with words.

After what feels like both a long time and no time at all, you see the sign that signals the turnoff toward your parents' house. You breathe a small sigh of relief, the excitement of being close now outweighing any lingering nerves. You’ve been looking forward to this—both the chance to see your family and share this part of your life with Loki.

As you pull up the winding drive, the house looms ahead, a two-story home with red brick and a sprawling front yard that’s been decorated with twinkling lights, wreaths, and even a couple of reindeer statues. It looks like something straight out of a Hallmark movie, and you can’t help but smile at the sight.

“This is it,” you say, slowing the car to a stop just in front of the porch.

Loki glances around, his eyes scanning the house and the decorations. “Very festive,” he says, though his voice holds a note of amusement. “I didn’t expect this much cheer.”

You turn the car off, giving him a quick glance. “Don’t worry. My family’s great, but they’ll take it easy on you. They just… love Christmas a little more than most.”

Loki gives you a wry smile. “I’m sure they’ll find a way to make me feel completely at home.”

You roll your eyes, but the truth is, you’re just as nervous as he is. “You’ll be fine,” you reassure him, giving his hand a squeeze before you open the door.

As you step out, the chilly air immediately hits you, and you pull your coat tighter around yourself. Loki follows you, his movements fluid as always, and you both make your way up the steps to the door.

Before you can even reach for the handle, the door swings open, revealing your mom standing in the doorway, beaming. She’s wearing a festive red sweater with snowflakes and her hair pulled back into a loose bun. The moment she sees you, her smile widens even further.

“There you are!” she says, wrapping her arms around you in a warm hug. “We’ve been waiting for you. And I take it this is the infamous Loki?”

Your mom pulls away and glances at him, her smile not wavering for even a second. Loki, for his part, looks like he’s preparing for a battle, but when your mom gives him an easy smile and extends her hand, he hesitates only for a moment before shaking it.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says, his voice smooth but a little guarded.

“Likewise,” your mom says with a laugh, clearly not phased by his formal demeanor. “Come on in! Dinner’s almost ready.”

You shoot Loki a look, reassuring him with a soft smile as you step into the warmth of the house. The scent of freshly baked bread, roasting meats, and spices fills the air. The living room is lit by a crackling fire, and the familiar decorations you grew up with are scattered throughout the house. It feels like home.

As you enter the living room, your father, who’s seated in his favorite armchair by the fire, looks up from his book and stands. He’s a tall man with broad shoulders, a salt-and-pepper beard, and a warm, welcoming presence. The moment he sees you, his stern face breaks into a huge smile.

“There she is! My favorite daughter!” he exclaims, holding his arms out to pull you into a bear hug.

Your father’s voice booms, but there’s no mistaking the love behind it. When he pulls back, he glances over at Loki, sizing him up with a raised eyebrow.

“And this must be Loki,” he says, his voice less warm but still friendly. “You’re a little different than I expected, but no less intriguing.”

Loki stands a little straighter under your father’s gaze, clearly aware of the scrutiny. “I’m not sure what your expectations were, but I assure you, I’m… delightful once you get to know me.”

Your father chuckles, extending his hand. “I’ll take your word for it. Welcome to our home.”

Loki hesitates only for a second before shaking your father’s hand firmly, and you can see a flicker of approval pass between them, though it’s still a little tentative.

The moment is interrupted by a voice from behind you, and you turn to see your older brother, Matt, standing in the hallway, grinning widely.

“Well, look who finally showed up! Did you get lost on the way here?” he teases.

You roll your eyes and go to greet him. “Shut up, Matt,” you say, giving him a quick hug. “I didn’t get lost.”

Matt, always the joker, looks over at Loki with a raised eyebrow. “So, you’re the infamous god of mischief, huh?”

Loki, who’s clearly been getting all kinds of attention from your family, puts on his best regal smile. “In the flesh,” he replies smoothly, though there’s a hint of annoyance in his tone.

You can feel the subtle tension in the air, but your mom comes to the rescue by clapping her hands together.

“Alright, enough of the introductions! Everyone, dinner’s ready!”

As you all head into the dining room, you can feel Loki’s posture relax just a little, but you can tell he’s still a little on edge, trying to navigate the maze of your family’s personalities.

You smile to yourself, a little giddy at the thought that this—this chaotic, perfect mess—is your family. And Loki? Well, he’ll get used to it, and in time, they’ll warm up to him just as much as you have.

[chantsdemarins]

New Fic: Breath of the Æsir ⚔︎🏰 (Loki X Reader)

Formally (Collapsing in the Arms of Chaos) I changed the name. 😬 I know Medieval stories aren't everyone's fav but heck, I hope you like it! It has been brewing in the coffee pot that is in my head for over a year. I feel slightly self-conscious that after my first time with COVID, my brain is not the same. I hope I still have my ability to write! My last story published a few weeks ago was written while I was falling ill and I know it wasn't my best!

Thank you for reading!! If you want to comment I would be so happy and reblogs are like the most precious thing to me. All art is mine, it's a Photoshop-crazed situation.

Summary: Disenchanted with the Danes' misuse of Norse gods to sanction their brutality, Loki finds himself ostracized. Stripped of his divine powers and bearing a severe injury, he wanders into the realm of the conquered. By a twist of fate, he arrives at your manor, where you await your husband's return. However, destiny has other plans.

Warnings: Blood.

Words: 2,471

Smut rating: Not yet...but there sure will be!

Posting schedule: Every Saturday! I am going to stick to this!

Chapter 1 The Embroidery of Destiny Chapter 2 The Stranger Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Before your family settled again, you had been travelers, moving from one darkened patch of earth to the next. Soil on your boots muddied your paths, creating difficulties in finding a home. There were many things to see, some horrors, some things magical and unfounded. Shapes shifted in the forest where you camped at night. One day your father showed you where they lowered men into the bogs, decorated with bronze. These were not the ways of your people. They did not worship like that. It might have been too much for you to know where some ended up when they were no longer living, not in graves or on pyres. Something else.

By the time you reached the northern lands, your family had negotiated your belongings down to just what the pallid horses could carry. Your croft was built into the very earth you had struggled to cross, with bedrooms burrowed into the side of a hill. It was not built for so much rain. Buckets and sluices were not enough to keep out the floods.

So, when your husband came to marry you, you packed your things neatly, placed them in a pack, and left your parents’ home without drawing a breath. You walked a distance far greater than any you had as a child to his family's land, your new home. The way your family had negotiated the marriage remained a blind spot in your mind. You couldn't fathom it. From a croft to a manor.

Over time, nothing in your marriage seemed to flourish. The land, though beautiful, yielded nothing you sowed. Too sandy or too chelated, perhaps unfortunate timing. You became a wife in the loneliest ways. No spinning of yarn would produce a cloth finer than the wool you began with. Hours of practice composing embroidery resulted in nothing more than half completed sea escarpments, knots, and birds with no flight.

The elegant window that surveyed the tenants' labors only deepened your isolation. They carried on with their duties, and you retired to your quarters, curtains drawn. The chill from your childhood followed you here. The stone walls held a dampness no fire could dispel. You knew somewhere across the hills where your parents still sleeping too close to the earth. Rooms still flooded. Though your loyalty never wavered, even as your husband wandered afar, absent for days at a time, his pursuits as obscure as the horizon beyond your room filled with half-finished tasks.

In kindness or disappointment, he had ensured your education extended beyond your lowly beginnings. Through travels and courtly audiences, barons and other titled men and women recounted their lives' poetry over each glass of mead or wine. You listened for moments when they forgot their lines, most days this was more interesting than their images they wanted you to see.

Although had you not met Isolde of Easting, you would not have thought to plant the spiky yellow gorse along the manor's borders. When the proper conversation waned, you had discovered the titled people still spun tales of their lands. The places they had come or been uprooted from. In the best conversations, you gleaned knowledge of the plants, herbs, and tokens from the first peoples, their ways overshadowed by the new cultures but nonetheless seeming to flow from them to you during the quieter moments—the men away hunting, the embroidery thread running low, the teapot empty. These things were spoken of in hushed tones so the servants would not get ideas.

You spoke of the hawthorn tree, the ravens' work, the swords warriors cast into the cold estuary, found along all the lakes' shores. The Roman merchants who brought tales of Jesus and his cross. The god Woden came from the Angles, and Odin, from the North. Their wars and bloodshed filled the spaces between village homes and now the courts. If asked if you prayed to the Christian god, you couldn't say. You longed to speak of the place where they lowered men into the bogs, the place your father once showed you. Later, in the quiet of your room, you would pull out a relic from beneath the blankets in your chest, and it would look unrecognizable. It once held meaning, but that meaning didn't travel with it.

Sometimes when you were awake much too early, the nightingales still singing, you would dip your quill into the small pot of black soot. You would unroll a small piece of parchment, discarded by the cooks, and write down your dreams. Which had room in your sleep since they were so often unimpeded by the presence of your husband. You wrote in the lais of the Frankish people, counting eight sounds to the line, braiding your dreams with your words.

Had I found a small shell, not rope I would have held it to my ear The ocean's song would have come to me Instead, I was swallowed wholly

This was how things proceeded until the day they did not.

As you came to learn, in the void and closeness of life, nothing is reliable enough to expect its continuation the next day. You should allow for change to slip through the crevices of even the dampest chambers. It just had not happened in so long you almost did not recognize it when something remarkable unfolded at your manor.

On this day, as you sipped your tea, with half-finished yards of cloth draped across your lap, and the unopened book of hours on the small, worn table, your gaze was fixed on the wind billowing the emerald curtains—silk from an era long past, traded by hands unknown. Like much of the decor in the manor, these were vestiges of your husband's family's trade in finery, symbols of their stature akin to that of minor kings.

Elinor, your companion for the last 10 years, rapped on your door abruptly, breaking your contemplative gaze.

“My lady, please excuse me,” she croaked, as the door opened before you could arrange a pretext to delay her entry.

“What is it, Elinor?” you asked, not wishing to dwell on the trivialities of the manor that day. Clearing her throat, she reported urgently of a man in a bad way, injured and lying on the steps. She hastened to your window, the portal to the land beyond your manor, and pointed to the makeshift courtyard where a man lay seemingly lifeless if not for the faint moan you heard.

“Why have you not sought my husband or some other man of decisions?” you questioned with a twinge of fear edging into your refuge of solitude.

“Lady, your husband has traveled beyond into the land of the Scots, and the aldermen are not present either,” she informed you.

“A household of women only, then? How did I overlook such an event?” you pondered.

“Lady, you are often engrossed in your own pursuits within these walls. How could you have noticed your husband's departure?” Elinor reasoned, her words not easing the panic now fully upon you. The thought that your husband had left you unprotected added another layer of anguish.

“At such a time, Elinor, how shall we defend ourselves?” you barely articulated.

“I suspect he gave little thought to the matter,” Elinor replied, her head bowed even lower than her subdued voice.

“Then it falls to me to act in their absence,” you reasoned. Not wanting this conflict or the talk that may ensue you knew you must act quickly. This man perhaps knew your husband, or perhaps it was only a small political scuffle that may have resulted in his injuries. You thought of the many reasons he could have ended up at the steps of your manor of this day. None of them added up entirely.

As you navigated the long, narrow corridors, your thin morning jacket provided little relief from the chill as Elinor aided you with the heavy door. You both stood in awe of the man at your feet. Having seen men before, chiefly your husband. This man’s appearance was now shocking at close view. He was unlike your husband in all ways you could imagine.

“Holy Jesus save us,” Elinor yelled through her missing teeth.

“He will not assist with this, Elinor,” you responded, your eyes surveying the severe wound from his stomach to his chest, the dark blood pooling around his lean form.

The man’s hair was a shade darker than the darkest night. Had night possessed more depth, it would resemble the hue of his locks. His attire suggested nobility, which only intensified the chill you felt. He had clearly been bested in whatever skirmish he had come from, and with no healer at hand, it seemed likely that a burial might soon follow—until his eyes fluttered open.

A striking blue that drew your own darker gaze, hinting at his foreign language or origins. His hand reached out feebly before falling back to his side.

He whispered faintly, “Ásjá.”

“He's alive!” you declared, as if the statement itself could reverse his fate.

“Yes, lady, he lives, I told you. Now what shall we do?” Elinor asked, concern evident in her voice.

“We save him. It is the right thing to do,” you answered.

“But without a healer, we risk much by sheltering him,” Elinor’s voice trembled.

“Then we shall tend to his needs ourselves,” you declared, your courage unusual, unfounded, drawn from the same well that had seen men saved from death at a distance. An instinct came over you. You directed Elinor to gather wood, cloth, herbs, and other necessities that seemed more from your imagination than any practical experience. You quickly cut away his clothes, exposing the dire wound more fully.

“Lady, he may not survive this,” Elinor observed with a somber tone. The unhinged flesh flapping against the seemingly unended torrent of blood emerging from him. How could there be so much blood.

“Silence, Elinor,” you hushed her. Your hands, though failed in the art of tapestry, were adept with needle and thread. So much failure had given you courage.

“We must stem the bleeding before we can stitch him up,” you instructed, asking for a branch from the fire.

“Lady, you cannot—” Elinor began, but you had already pressed the smoldering wood to the wound. The man awoke suddenly, thrashing in pain.

“Hold him down!” you ordered. Elinor, small but determined, restrained his arms.

You envisioned repairing his injury as if it were the "Galley of the Titan’s Moons," a rare piece of embroidery from the northern lands.

“I shall map the night sky upon your body, sir,” you said, speaking into the silence as he drifted further from this world. You sensed the ancestors gather, ready to welcome him, but you were not ready to let him go.

“No, not yet” you whispered, a soft rebuke to the invisible presence.

Elinor looked at you, puzzled. To whom were you speaking?

You were determined. This man would not die. Though you had sent for a proper healer, your task was to keep him alive until they arrived, hoping they would be sober enough to be of use. Much worse would be a drunk priest should your help not find any healer available.

It was not until you had finished suturing his wound that you noticed how his body appeared in the dim light of the great room. Your loneliness resonated with the landscape of his injury. It was a peculiar reaction, but there was something else broken within this man, beyond the sword wound. It was something familiar to your own. You held you own stomach for a moment, it felt as if you were the one almost slain, not him.

Eventually, his bleeding ceased, and the healer arrived, tended to him with poultices and what looked like grain spirits. You wrapped your furs around his sleeping form. He did not pass away. The stranger in your home survived. You had been told he might still not make the night. You watched him for as long as your eyes could. His faint inhalations mirrored in your own. But the exhaustion took over, and before you could retreat to your own chamber, you found yourself lying at his side.

“How improper, Lady!” Elinor’s voice pierced the quiet as dawn crept in and your eyes, heavy with sleep, opened. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep beside the stranger. Startled, you rose, wrapping a blanket around yourself. Quickly finding a reason that you had slept at his side.

“He remains unconscious, Elinor. The healer was unsure if he would wake,” you confided in the servant who had been by your side for so many years. She looked briefly placated. Yet you knew her mind was racing. The healer would tell the burgh folk of this strange man. Your husband was nowhere to be known. Northman had recently been subdued with heavy piles of church silver, and that arrangement was delicate at best. They would be back and this time they would perhaps sack the village since you knew the last of the silver had been promised away to visiting bishops and clergy. The wealth had run its course.

“He must stay until he awakens, until he can speak for himself,” you quickly decided.

It was better to know who he was. He would surely tell you since you saved his life.

“But what if he is a demon, my lady? Have you considered that he may have come from Hell to bring us further misfortune?” Elinor ventured, instantly regretting her words as her face contorted with shame.

“I apologize. I did not mean to imply you are cursed,” she hastily added.

You felt pity for Elinor, she was not as traveled as you had become. Had not the stories you knew, but you also could not see beyond, you had no way to know if it was safe to keep him with you. If your husband should arrive back, there would be no way to convince him that this man had not abused you in some way, but you did know something of him. There was something you did recognize.

“This man is no curse, no demon,” you affirmed, your gaze fixed on his hair, as dark as the ink with which you wrote.

“How can you be certain?” she queried.

“He spoke in the old tongue, asking for aid. Did you not hear him, Elinor?” you questioned, your voice steady.

The woman stepped back, tossing another log onto the fire, her confusion apparent. “I did not recognize the language, nor do I understand how you did,” she admitted.

The language was familiar to you, it was the tongue of your people from so long ago. From the place of your birth. The place that was destroyed till there was nothing but darkness.

Chapter 2 below!

[perseephoneee]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓥𝓘𝓘𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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warnings: smut is here! p in v, oral (f. receiving)

a/n: for those who celebrate thanksgiving...i hope you guys had a lovely time. i'm sorry for how slow this update was, but i'm happy to deliver it to you. thanks for sticking with me through all of this (my first longform fic!) i can't wait to see where we go next.

i do require two things of you though:

a) i would love a beta reader to help me edit the story now that its over so that you can enjoy a much better version than whatever the crap i wrote lol

b) the epilogue will consist of various headcanons. what type of things would you love to see?

yours in happiness, willa

“You couldn’t have become engaged to anyone who was inheriting a whole kingdom?” Grandmother sighed, taking a long sip of her tea. You thought she would’ve been happier knowing that you had done what she asked and became engaged, but it wouldn’t be your Grandmother without a snide remark thrown in there. 

Ivy rejoiced when you told her the news. Thor even sent an engagement gift to your place during the calling hour. It was very sweet of him, and you were elated to know that you could still continue a friendship with him. Your Grandmother recovered from her slight bout of disappointment to launch into wedding planning, something you took minimal part in. Mostly just stopping her from having a lavish affair. Freya (who insisted you call her by her first name and not her title) had been very helpful in managing your Grandma’s expectations. You managed to secure a wedding gown that was flattering but elegant. The ceremony itself wasn’t going to be overly large. Although, you couldn’t get out of some of the decorations. As your Grandmother explained, both queens would be there and expect a certain level of extravagance. You suppose she was right. 

The day of the wedding came quicker than you expected. You barely saw Loki until that time, and then you spent time working instead of relishing the excitement of an engagement. Sitting in the dressing area before the procession, you found nerves and sadness gripping you. 

“What’s wrong, my dear?” your Grandmother postured, sitting in one of the chairs in the room. You brushed the skirt of your dress down, turning to look at her. “I hope you’re not getting cold feet.”

“I’m not…I just wish mother and father were here,” you murmured, eyes downcast. You never felt more like a little girl in that moment. You expected a sharp retort from your Grandmother but were surprised to find her gaze soften. She looked like an elderly woman for once, not the lady of the household. You were reminded that she lost a child in addition to you losing a parent. 

“They would’ve been very proud of you, my dear,” she smiled. Tears pricked your eyes as you found yourself throwing your arms around her shoulders and enveloping her in a hug. She let out a harrumph of surprise but melted into your embrace. You didn’t bother saying I love you; she’s not the type of woman to know how to reciprocate. You pulled away right as there was a knock on your door, Ivy peeking her head in to let you know that it was time to start. 

The wedding went successfully, with Loki kissing you for a bit longer than appropriate. Thor had to clear his throat amidst all the cheering. You were expected to go on your honeymoon immediately afterward, something you were looking forward to if the dark look in Loki’s eyes was any indication. The honeymoon would occur at one of Odinson’s many estates, so you would be allowed privacy before moving in with the family. Although, you knew at some point you’d be taking over their Nordic estate. That was something you weren’t particularly looking forward to.

By the time you arrived, you were exhausted and eager to take off your constricting gown. You weren’t shy to admit that you and Loki spent most of the carriage ride kissing and taking full advantage of the privacy. You took a break to admire the house you were arriving at; it was an impressive villa with arched windows and lush countryside. The inside was even more extravagant, and by the time you found the library, you thought you must’ve entered Heaven. 

The library was epic; it was the only way to describe it. Walls upon walls of books, a rolling ladder to accompany the higher parts. A wall of windows lay to your left, while on the right led a staircase leading up to even more books. You eagerly took the stairs two at a time to the balcony area, which included a cozy lounge perfect for curling up with a book. 

“And to think I would’ve been able to enjoy your presence on the first night of having you as my wife,” Loki sighed, watching you skim your fingers along the spines of the many books. You barely heard him as you started taking note of the first one you wanted to read. “I suppose I shall go to bed by my lonesome.”

“You are very dramatic,” you huffed, finally looking at him with a grin. 

“Apologies for wanting some attention when I was robbed of your company,” Loki hummed, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around your torso. 

“You had me all to yourself in the carriage.”

“Is it wrong of me to covet more?” he murmured, fingers tracing over your hips in a way that sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m excited to see the books,” you mumbled, mind already hazy from the way he dampened his lips. 

“I could make it worth your while,” he purred, barely a breath in your ear as he kissed your neck, his tongue finding your pulse in a way that made your breath turn heavy. His hands moved up to the back of your dress, finding the ties that held it together and undoing it with an ease that made your stomach tighten. His lips came to yours, bruising them once again. You liked how he kissed you raw, leaving you open for only him. He pulled away to look at you as your dress dropped to the gown, leaving you only in your slip. You felt yourself heat under his gaze, embarrassment and shyness gripping you. With reverence and admiration, Loki only considered you as one considered fine art. Unlike fine art, he looked as if he wanted to eat you whole. 

Loki pushed you towards the lounge, letting you fall until you were looking up at his towering form. He undid his top, leaving him in just his breeches. Your mouth parted as you took in his pale but lean form, the body of someone strong. Instead of joining you on the chaise, he knelt before you, leaning over to kiss you slowly. He kissed like he wasn’t sure if he’d get another chance, even as he willingly parted. His hands caressed your thighs, pushing your slip up until you were left more exposed to him than before. You gulped out of nerves, but all Loki did was wink at you before kissing inside your knee, moving his way up with tongue and teeth until all you could do was pant above him. 

“Darling, I’m going to devour you now…any objections?” Loki purred, fingers toying with your undergarments. 

“No, no objections,” you breathed, your voice a whisper as he pulled them away. You only had a vague idea of what the post-marriage process entailed, but you were fairly sure it had nothing to do with this, which left you excited to see what he had in store. 

You discovered only a second later as his mouth found your center, placing a kiss before licking. A strangled sound left your throat, your stomach tightening as pleasure tingled throughout your body. He hummed, the sound vibrating against your core. His arm held your hips down as he did exactly what he said he’d do, devouring you whole. 

“L-Loki,” you moaned, unable to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you. His fingers brushed over your hole, pushing in one finger slowly as he let you adjust to the foreign feeling. You choked on your breath as he started to move it, continuing to lick as he stroked every bit inside of you. 

Suddenly, you were flying. Merely a blip away from the world as pleasure exploded throughout you. You cried Loki’s name, and when you came to, you had to push him away to give yourself a reprieve from the overwhelming sensations. He crawled up your body, stroking your sides as he lay next to you. 

“That, my love, was called an orgasm.”

“Holy,” you breathed, still trying to float back down to the ground. Loki only chuckled beside you. 

“Yes, my skills have been referred to as that before.” 

You hit him with your hand, trying to hide your smile. “You are obscenely obnoxious; are you aware of that?”

“And to think that marrying you would make you a proper lady.”

“I am proper and a lady; don’t act as if you’d prefer otherwise.”

“You, Y/N, are the only thing I prefer,” Loki said, pulling you in for a kiss. You felt grounded once again as you poured your love and admiration into your lips, your hands, your whole being. Loki’s fingers trailed up your thigh once again. “We can take a break for the night if you are tired.”

“No, I want this. I want you,” you whispered, taking the first step and pulling your slip over your head. Loki’s breath hitched as he took in your soft, silky skin, his mouth slightly parted as you undid your corset. You were fully bare in front of him, and yet, you had never felt so powerful in your life. 

“Aphrodite is jealous of your beauty,” Loki sighed, quickly undoing his breeches before dragging you on top of him. You were slightly thankful to have not glimpsed his member in fear of potentially becoming too scared to go through with it. Loki whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he gripped your hips, helping you sink down on him. He was much bigger than his fingers, and it burned in a way you weren’t cognisant of. Loki continued stroking your sides and your legs, lulling you into relaxation. You came to find you enjoyed the feeling of him inside of you, becoming a part of you in a way no one had before. You nodded when you felt ready, and Loki helped you move. He stroked every bit of you, dragging against your walls so deliciously that all you could do was moan. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders as you found a rhythm, bouncing on his cock and becoming drunk on the sounds of pleasure he made under you. You lean on him for support, pleasure finding you once again as his lips find your breasts, licking over your nub. You lost yourself in the pleasure, chasing a high that was close to cresting over. When you came again, you knew Loki was not far behind. He grabbed your ass, holding you there as he pushed deeper and deeper into you before letting out a guttural growl and cumming inside of you. You had never felt more full in your life, and you let yourself stay there for a second as you both caught your breaths. The only sounds in the library are your breaths and the crackling fireplace. 

“I think I can adjust to married life,” you said slowly. Loki barked out a laugh. 

“I truly do love you, my dear Y/N.”

“I love you too, husband.”

You fell asleep in the library and only scared one servant with your nakedness the next day.

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[burning-omen]

Loki Laufeyson x Royal! Gn!reader headcanons

(a/n: pretend I've posted more than once this year PLEASE! Also the request is over a year old at this point so uuuuhhhh)

Warning: mentions of stitches and blood, mention (1) of possible sex.

Requested by anonymous: Hey, I think you are taking requests atm? If you're not I'm very sorry, could I request being royalty and dating Loki would include headcanons, and gn reader maybe?

Your relationship with Loki was a secret.

Mostly because, as the current ruler of (kingdom), it was in your best interest to keep up a modest and disciplined appearance.

Dating a terrorist didn't exactly scream modest or disciplined.

recovered terrorist.

Well, with your current position, dating was completely off the table anyways so you might as well go all out.

You could have been dating the most normal, sainest person in the universe and they would have still called for your immediate removal.

Luckily, you and Loki could keep a secret

You met when he, very gracefully, crashed into the side of your castle. Having nearly broken your window, only to land- unconscious- on your balcony.

It was late, but as luck would have it, you were awake- reading of all things.

After calming your guards, who'd burst in upon hearing the massive collision, you went out to see what hit you.

When you saw the man you thought that he was an assassin, but the giant gash on his forehead (from hitting a massive, stone castle at 200 miles an hour) led you to think that the man was harmless- and probably going to die due the blood loss soon anyways.

You did eventually decide to bring him in, patching him up with a hand-me-down sewing kit and laying him in your bed.

He was enraged when he woke up, having been knocked out of the Bifrost by Thor roughhousing.

You didn't know who Thor was- or what a bifrost is- but the way he raved about his ‘moron of a brother’ made you laugh

He didn't stay long after that, letting himself rest in your bed and be dotted on by a sovereign (yes, he was royalty himself but being cared for by maids and servants just felt different, it felt static and practiced- you were different, your touches were elegant, but unknowledged in the act of serving- you were warm and caring- and still carried an air of hard earned superiority. It was odd), before leaving.

The next time you saw him was on the news years later, despite your family and your kingdom as a whole being old fashioned, you were still allowed some modern luxuries- like a television.

The knowledge that you'd rescued a god was rather jarring, but not as jarring as the fact that he was trying to take over the world.

Skipping ahead, the two of you met again over a decade later. For him, the time had passed like nothing, considering how long gods live, for you, that decade had dragged on longer than you could have ever predicted.

You met at a ball, despite being the current ruler for over a decade your parents, who were thoroughly retired, insisted that you'd still mingle with the lower lords and such.

After hours of small talk with various dukes and lords and princes, you met him again.

You talked, far longer than your parents had ever taught you to talk to a single person at a social gathering. You had other people to meet, other connections to make, yet you stayed with him.

The party ended in a blur, you were eventually pulled away from Loki to see the guest off.

By the time you got back to where you last saw him, he was gone.

A bit defeated, you returned to your room, the guards posted by your door wishing you a good night.

To your surprise, when you entered your bedroom- he was there, sitting at your desk, a book in hand and a gentle, yet focused look on his face.

“Lord Loki, what a surprise.”

“I don't think our conversation was quite finished yet, I figured you wouldn't mind me waiting here for you.”

Despite your last meeting being brief, the two of you were able to click together like old friends. Talking into the late hours of the night.

As you stood behind the dressing screen, tossing your royal party garnets- or “the itchy ones” as you so affectionately named them as a child, over the edge, running your mouth about all the current drama that has been accumulating within your court.

“Lord Isolles, the short man with the long, gray mustache, half of his children are illegitimate, born completely out of wedlock, and he's married too, their mothers are various other duchesses and princesses, I guess he's very popular with the older women in my court-”

Stepping from behind the dressing curtain, practically running for your wardrobe, quickly scavenging for something less uncomfortable to wear than your previous outfit, then running back.

“-I don't see what they see in him but 70 is a bit out of my age range.”

“You do know that I'm over a thousand years old, right?”

“Yes, but you're a god- so it's different.”

You did, eventually, end up in your bed (sexually or not is up to you).

In the morning, he was still there, his back facing you. Without much consideration, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to your chest. You felt his stir for a bit before settling. One of his hands resting over yours.

He is a surprisingly heavy sleeper. Though, after a while of dating, you kinda figured out that it was a biological thing, considering the other asgardians you end up meeting, including his brother, who just confirmed what you already thought.

The two of you stroke each other's egos to the point that it's concerning.

He will kneel at your feet and praise you in your (empty) throne room as long as you are willing to do the same for him.

Matching crowns, jokingly calling him your consort until it stops being a joke, Loki purposefully getting captured by your guards just so he has to stand trial before you, being wildly inappropriate the entire time, you enjoyed it- of course you did, he was a bastard but he was a lovable and entertaining one.

You wanted to kill him afterward, but he was forgiven eventually.

“Various” lords and lady’s visit you only for it to just be Loki in disguise

He likes to think that it's his way of giving you a break on your busy days.

If you wear Asgardian style royal attire he absolutely swoons, actually, if you wear anything he gives you he’ll swoon. Be it a pendant or a full outfit.

Taking you to little Asgard to meet his brother, because despite everything he does love him.

Telling you about his mother and how much you would have loved each other.

Eventually moving into a bigger room to make space for him so he can stay with you permanently.

[emeraldxphoenix]

basics

full name: Loki Odinson Laufeyson Friggason nicknames / alaises: god of mischief, trickster, god of lies, pussycat, God of Stories, heart of Yggdrasil, the One who Remains, Loki Silvertongue height: 6 feet 2 inches age: 1500+ (verse dependent) zodiac: n/a spoken languages: allspeak (i.e. all of them)

physical characteristics

hair colour: black eye colour: green/blue skin tone: pale body type: lithe dominant hand: either, wiht a slight preference for left posture: elegant scars: none visible. invisible: splash marks across their face, lines across their lips, other scars from battles and tricks gone wrong tattoos: a snake wrapping around their right thigh, a small thunderbolt on their left shoulderblade, a collection of leafy vines and flowers on their left hip, memorial runes for Sigyn and Frigga on the inside of their right forearm (verse dependent), constellations to symbolise Sigyn and Ophelia on their left bicep (verse dependent) birthmarks: none most noticeable features: their hair, especially when they braid it or flick it out their eyes constantly, and their grin

childhood

place of birth: Jötunheim siblings: Thor Odinson (adoptive), Hela Odindottir parents: Laufey & Fárbauti (biological), Odin & Frigga (adoptive)

adult life

occupation: prince of Asgard, servant of Thanos, plaything of the Grandmaster, consultant at the TVA, keeper of the timelines current residence: verse dependent: Asgard / Midgard / Nomadic / TVA / Citadel at the end of time close friends: verse dependent: Mobius M. Mobius, Sylvie, Bea, O.B., Casey, Raven Darkholme relationship status: verse dependent: usually married or obsessively in love with Sigyn Freyadottir and/or Ophelia Smith, alternative relationships with Jim Moriarty, Alex Morales, Raven Darkholme driver's licence: none whatsoever but would still try to drive. prefers to be driven by someone else. also can teleport. criminal record: extensive vices: sex, new experiences, anything that gives a thrill, trickery, compartmentalisation, anger

sex & romance

sexual orientation: pansexual, with a preference for humanoids preferred sexual role: switches comfortably and easily, particularly enjoys the intensity of submission libido: high, and they will whine about it turn-ons: strength, intelligence, wit, rule-breaking, power, confidence, seeing them for who they are and accepting them anyway, possessiveness, open-mindedness, dirty talk, athletic build, long legs, hair pulling, biting, choking turn-offs: rule-following, disapproval, needing to prove themselves, only getting attention because Thor is busy, controlling behaviour, non-consensual force, lack of respect love language: to receive: words of affirmation, physical touch & to give: physical touch, gift giving relationship tendencies: needy, obssessive, jealous, protective, possessive, infatuated, always in lover's personal space, constantly in lover's lap, constantly touching, will do anything to make lover smile or laugh, desperate for approval, attention-seeking, inwardly insecure and self-depreciating

miscellaneous

hobbies to pass time: causing mischief, playing tricks, reading books, practicing magic, games of skill or wit, thrill-seeking, eavesdropping, sparring mental illnesses: inferiority complex, bipolar tendencies, narcisstic tendencies, sociopathic tendencies, PTSD, anxiety, depression and self harm self-confidence level: (verse dependent) appears very sure of themselves, appears arrogant, in reality has extremely low confidence and sense of self-worth

tagged by: @othunderous <3

tagging: @theresastargirl , @wildcxrds , @rvndrkhlme , @cffidelityy , @stubborngods (boda) & anyone else who wants <3

[nerdasaurus1200]

I think they’re finally done! Presenting, the Coronan gods! A lot of this is heavily based on norse/anglo saxon mythology, since ancient Corona is implied to have a celtic/anglo saxon culture. Eventually I may give these existing gods a bit more celtic influence, or add a couple gods from the Celtic pantheons. Also because of Corona’s close link to Saporia, I wanted to create a mythology that could co-exist with Saporia’s mythology.

First one is Woden, the king of the gods, also known as the first god. To Corona he’s a wise but tricky old man. He appears a lot in the King Arthur legends, giving him quests and warnings. While making this I found out that Odin/Woden was actually an inspiration for Gandalf so I tried to make that shine through

Next is Frigg, the Great Mother. She’s the goddess of motherhood and childbirth. She kept a VERY vigilant watch on Arianna and Rapunzel. For both her and Woden, despite them being the chiefs of the gods I wanted to gove them both a fairly humble appearance. They are everything the Coronan royalty should aspire to be- humble yet dignified and powerful and always eager to help.

Next is Tyr, the god of justice and smithery. After losing his hand he fashioned a new one from the black rocks. His red and golden armor is also another reason the Corona Guard wears such colors, although this fact has been lost to time. Just like his parents I wanted Tyr to still look a little humble, so I gave him very simple chainmail armor

Next up is Thor, the god of thunder and storms and in some parts of Corona the husband of the Sundrop’s human form. Some say he was born during the first storm, as soon as the first crack of lightning hit. Thor was a much tougher one to do cause I wanted him to look big and hefty and hardy without it feeling like he was unnaturally ripped. With his markings, scars, and eyes, I also wanted him to have the vibe of lightning is in his veins rather than ordinary blood.

Next is Loki, the god of fire, home and hearth, and of children. Unlike in the MCU and modernized norse mythology, he is actually a very gentle god though still cunning. He’s fierce as his flames however, and becomes enraged when a coronan child is hurt. In tribute to him many orphanages in Corona by carving a small flame on the door. For him I wanted him to feel like a walking wildfire, with very warm tones and some slightly flame shaped clothing

And naturally, after Loki is Sigyn, the goddess of victory. In Corona she’s a fallen Valkyrie, having been exiled by Freya after she refused to deliver a dying soul to Kaldur. She believed it was too soon, so for her disobedience she was banished from the Valkyries and stripped of her wings. After she fell, Loki found her and Woden eventually made her a goddess in her own right, technically outranking Freya

After her is Iris, goddess of the rainbow and servants and messenger of the gods. She is the lady in waiting to Frigg, and faithfully serves her Queen. I didn’t change much of Iris’s design since I achieved what I wanted to with her looking like a walking rainbow and very fairy-like, but I did add some headfeathers to give her a visual connection to Frigg.

Next is Lady Nimue, the goddess of the sea. She’s the most prominent of the gods in Arthur’s legends, constantly giving him advice whenever he needs and even his sword of legend Excalibur. Legends say that she resides in the waters of the Lost Lagoon, although Raps and Cass have yet to see her. With Nimue, I did a lor of blue and teal tones, and tried to make her look a bit like a sea monster. I really wanted to lean into that lady of the lake aspect and make her look like she comes from the water. I also tried to give her a dress that looked flowy and elegant, but would still be easy enough to swim in.

Next one is Freya, the goddess of beauty and war and Queen of the Valkyries. She has a personality similar to Athena, known for being very proud and hotheaded. Just like Tyr I tried to give her an armored look but make it a bit more flashy.

And finally, Janus, the god of time, change, crossroads, and gates. Janus is actually the most mysterious god in the Corona pantheon; as even none of their followers have seen their face. Naturally, the place Janus Point in the show gets its name from them. It is believed that Janus Point was a place where the gods could hear peoples’ prayers, and even communicate back or shoe themselves if they felt like it. Pre-Unification, it was also where every single solstice was celebrated. Because of the mystery and vagueness behind Janus, I tried to make them look very…well, mysterious 😂 But no, I wanted them to look very androgynous; where you can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman hiding under that mask. I also played with a slight harlequin theme, giving them black and white in opposite places and using a bit of yellow to break up the monochromaticness of it. And for the Sanders Sides fans that follow me, yes Janus Sanders was the main inspiration for this design 😂

[redolentgrove]

"For the last time, Mille-Feuille, darling, your father and I have a business deal to close with this 'Loki' who promised us the most gorgeous display for Madeleine's wedding tomorrow. Personally, I doubt any one Pokemon could produce as many flowers as she requested, but at least this florist made an attempt to provide as much as she could!"

A shiny Dachsbun anthro, clad in her Harmonia University uniform, followed along behind a pair of much more spiffily-dressed canines. There was a Dachsbun female, non-shiny, and a Furfrou male, shiny, in a Debutante trim, the former wearing a long white "mermaid-style" dress and holding a black handbag, and the latter in a dapper purple tuxdeo. They both carried hot-to-trot attitudes, the Dachsbun more than the Furfrou, much unlike their daughter, who clearly wasn't sure why she was here to begin with. Usually if she wasn't in some sort of gala-level get-up, her elders would refuse to be seen near her.

Morning birds sang and the grass buzzed with fresh dewdrops. The sun had barely begun to rise over the horizon, still obscured by many of White Forest's treelines. But in a particular Redolent Grove, there were little clearings where the rising sun was quite visible, a harbinger of another hot, summer day to come.

"Look, Mom," the younger canid began, "that's not really what I meant. I mean… why do you want me here if I'm just going to be in this university clothing? Don't you usually like me being in, oh, I don't know… some sort of elevated level of clothing? Some sort of label, a designer ballgown, heels, anything to actually seem like I'm related to you besides just being a Dachsbun? And why are you so dressed up for that matter? For a forest?"

The elder fairy cackled. "Oh, for once you're not here to look good, Mille-Feuille," she chimed, her tail wagging heatedly. "No, I want you here because I caught wind that our florist happens to have a child attending school with you next year, and I want you to show our dear 'Loki' that we're not that far above her, despite what any paychecks and estates would , even though your father and I wish to maintain our… elegance, despite the climates. You're our... humility belt, as it were.

"Har-har. And her child? Yeah, you mean Bijoux." Mille-Feuille perked her left brow. "I told you all about her when I got back from the tour, remember? They ended up assigning us to the same dorm as roommates… she's the shiny Cinccino-taur in all of the pictures I showed you."

"Ah, this '-taur' thing…" The Furfrou interjected himself into the conversation uneasily, but carried forward. "I spoke with miss Loki over the phone; she said she was one as well. Remind me, Mille-Feuille… what exactly does that mean, per se? It sounds a bit like 'tower;' does that mean she's going to be especially tall? I can't imagine how good one would be with flowers as a giant… suddenly I'm a bit worried."

"I can assure you, good sir, that I'm no giant."

The three canids all whipped their heads to the voice's source. Loki stepped out from behind a tree to show herself, causing all three of them to step back in varied degrees of shock. The two elder Pokemon, much more pronouncedly, while Mille-Feuille seemed to only slightly quiver. It was almost forced, like she just didn't want to make her parents look bad.

"Dear Arceus…" The elder Dachsbun woman covered her snout. "You're a Shaymin? And a hybrid, no less! But darling, that limb count, the ears, all superfluous… I suppose this would be one of the… very few mixtures of Shaymin that pulls together a cohesive look, but still…"

Loki watched the group with perked ears, trying to judge if this dog was just being the standard brand of snooty, or if she was going to have to end up getting something to use for self-defence, or to beat some sense. She narrowed her eyes. "That, dear lady, is not a compliment. Not exactly the greatest way to a first impression, no, no…"

The Furfrou shook his head and bowed slightly before the Dachsbun could protest. "Ah - l-listen, miss Loki, I do apologise for my wife; she's… incredibly blunt with her words. Anyway… I'm Hugh Carême; we spoke over the phone earlier this morning. This is my wife, Vera, and my daughter, Mille-Feuille." He offered Loki a handpaw to shake. He was clearly there for damage control, a notion that most merchants would greatly appreciate.

Loki smiled at Hugh. Okay. At least one of the parents isn't a total head-ass. I feel bad for the kid, though. She really doesn't look like she's enjoying this at all. She accepted the offer gladly, also returning the bow briefly before standing back up. "Ah yes, the Carême family… you had quite a challenging order! Ten dozen white roses, ten dozen black roses, ten dozen purple roses, ten dozen pink roses, five dozen Gracidea flowers… I'll return momentarily."

Vera tapped a footpaw impatiently. "Yes, yes; I'm well aware of our order, now the question is, did you actually fulfill it…"

"Mom, don't start," Mille-Feuille protested briefly, as Loki stepped cautiously away from the trio, "I mean, you do remember the last florist you did this to banned us from her shop entirely? Miss Loki is one of the only florists Dad called that didn't have all our numbers and faces on a 'do not serve' file!"

"Now, Mille-Feuille," Vera rebutted, "A woman knows what she wants, and does what she must, to get it. Feelings are not part of a job description, and let no one convince you otherwise."

"Dad! Can you talk some sense into her for once and tell her to stop trying to make enemies with everyone she meets?"

Hugh just shook his head and turned to the right, clearly knowing better than to even try at this point. Some would have called him a genius, others would consider him a coward. Either way, it was a survival instinct to him.

"Smartest thing he's said all year," Vera mumbled. "Now, where is that florist with my flowers…"

"Madeleine's flowers," Mille-Feuille countered. "These are for her wedding, remember? This isn't about you for once…" She could feel Vera's preparation of a verbal lashing, but just then…

"Well, I've got the cart packed. You said the event was in Undella Town?" Loki returned to the group, outfitted with a harness that attached herself to a wooden cart. Inside the cart, there were many bundles of flowers… forty-five dozen, to be exact. All of the requested colours, all of them arranged in precise order and pruned to perfection. "Ah, but wait, before we go…"

"Of course, time to shake me down for money, I get it…" Vera reached into her handbag.

"No, no, miss Carême, not yet; I was going to say, you should look and count your order, make sure it's all correct." Loki gestured to her to come forward and look into the cart. "Wouldn't want to get all the way to Undella and miss a single stem, would we? You'll pay me once the count's right. And before we get there, we should make sure your order's complete. You'd like to do so alone, I presume? I won't hover; wouldn't want me creating a rush or a false sense of counting."

"Smart; I trust my numbers way more than yours. Glad to see there's a brain in your head after all." Vera gestured her head toward the Furfrou. "Hugh, I swear to Arceus, stop moping over there and put that mathematical brain of yours to actual use, why don't you? And Mille-Feuille… you seem to know how to speak to these 'taur' creatures; ask if your little friend is around to see you." She and Hugh went over to the back of the cart, looking carefully and counting through the bundles, sorting them back into colours to keep track.

I'm right here, you know. But Loki let the comments slide; words were only words and the ones disparaging her looks had long since lost their punch. But maybe it'd be better for the little one to be away from your influence for a bit.

"Miss… Loki?" Mille-Feuille walked over to Loki's front right flank, admiring the size of her Gracidea bloom while her parents toiled in their inspection. She was surprised that she was taller than yet another Pokemon-taur, given that most of the legends spoke of them being rather large. She tried not to stare too long, not wanting to give off the wrong impression.

"You don't want to be here right now, do you, Mille-Feuille?" Loki asked in a hushed tone, her right ear perked slightly. "You've had the most uneasy look on your face since the instant I saw you…"

"Uh… really, I'd just prefer Millie," the teen whispered, her snout wrinkling. "And no, ma'am, but n-not because of you! I promise! I just… our family's Undella villa, this wedding…" She looked over at her parents, causing Loki to raise a hand.

"Say no more. You must be the roommate Bijoux's been so excited to move in with next year." She handed Millie a single Gracidea bloom and a forest map. "Keep this one between us, okay?"

"M-miss Loki, I couldn't-"

"I'd prefer just Loki," the hybrid replied, with a kind smile. "At this time of day? Bijoux's probably over by the eastern lake clearing. I'm sure she could use the sight of a friendly face."

"How did you know I was Bijoux's roommate? You didn't show up until well after I said that."

Loki wiggled her ears. "You think these things are just for catching radio signals and being giant leaves? I heard a lot more than you think I did, Millie… and it doesn't help that I was behind that tree for a good five minutes before you even got here. Now, make an escape, before they realise what I'm doing. I'll buy you until sundown, okay?"

"T-thank you…" Millie ran off, and about a minute later, Vera returned to Loki with an angry huff. Hugh strode right behind her, clearing his throat as he announced their findings.

"Okay, that's… ten dozen white roses, ten dozen black roses, ten dozen pink roses, ten dozen purple roses, and five dozen Gracideas. Forty-five dozen, all accounted for, all prim and proper, beautifully trimmed, perfect condition. Miss Loki, you've done the impossible!"

"What can I say," Loki said with a shrug. "This hybrid mix is like the Midas touch for flowers; you ask for it, I'll make it happen."

"Damn you for being right," Vera fussed, reaching into her handbag once again and pulling out her checkbook, beginning to date and sign the topmost one. "What was the quote again, two million?"

"Two million, yes ma'am." Loki watched Vera finish the check with a proud hum.

"Here." The Dachsbun sighed defeatedly and handed Loki the check. "Didn't think you had a ghost of a chance to pull it off, but guess I'm eating Honchkrow pie tonight. Whatever. Are we going to Undella Town now?"

"Of course." Loki put the check in her saddlebag, and looked back at her cart. "There should be some seating space in the cart, just hop on in amongst your flowers and-"

"Are you insane!?" the Dachsbun interjected. "Ride in a cart; what is this, a family Halloween adventure? I'm not walking; If I'm being chauffeured, it's on your back or bust."

Loki's eyes narrowed. "No, ma'am, I don't think that's going to be happening; I'm not a ride Pokemon. Not unless you're willing to write another two million check…"

Vera scoffed. "Two million to go one route on a taur's back… maybe a cross-Unova expedition, but not that short of a distance!"

Loki smiled broadly. "Didn't think so. Besides, don't you want to be close to the flowers, miss Carême? If you're riding in the cart, you can make sure they don't get damaged in the transport process! Do you really think you can trust just one set of eyes back there to keep everything safe?"

Vera looked back at Hugh, who let out a bit of a whine. Loki flashed a brief look of apology before she could be spotted, and as the Dachsbun's eyes returned to Loki's…

"Damn it! Fine. You're right; I can't trust Hugh with anything that isn't mathematics. Poor bastard gets lost finding his wardrobe every morning. I can't argue I'd rather see things firsthand and make sure nothing happens, after all the work you did to make these." The last words seethed in a seeming protest, but Vera knew when she had been beaten.

She and Hugh carefully arranged the floral bundles to make themselves room in the cart, and once the two were in, Hugh closed the cart's back gate to lock themselves in safely.

"Is the safety latch locked tightly back there?" Loki questioned. "I can't unharness myself without causing you to tilt, and I don't want to risk the flowers being smashed…"

Vera waved Loki off with a nod. "Yes… my husband sealed everything; you're good to go. Say… what did you give my daughter up there?"

"Your daughter? Oh, Mille-Feuille… ah, yes, I gave her a forest map. She saw the cart and knew all three of you wouldn't fit, so she thought she'd use the time to see if she could find Bijoux, since she was already here. She said she'll meet you back at your villa to watch the sunset."

"Oh, that stubborn girl… living the high life and she wants to go play with commoners… ah, well, at least she knows where the villa is. Very well. But if a single hair on her head is missing or she doesn't make the sunset…" Vera made a bit of a slashing motion with her right hand.

"Yes, yes, you know where to find me," Loki trilled unshakenly, stepping forward to begin the journey to Undella Town, keeping a jaunty but safe pace. At their current run it would be about midday before the three made it to the beachside villa, almost too long for any of them to stand, for varied reasons...

(( Millie has been introduced! ))

[woodelf68]

The article at the link is Tom's six favourite moments from Thor and the Avengers, there's some interesting bits in it! (Did you know about the Pennsylvania mushroom tunnels? Yeah, me neither.) Full text under the cut so you don't have to leave tumblr to read it.

One. The scene between Loki and Odin in Thor where Loki finds out he is a Frost Giant. Playing that scene with Sir Anthony Hopkins was an amazing day. I’m really proud of it.

That scene is basically the anchor of the entire characterisation. It’s very, very important to me. I knew it was an important scene in the script and I knew how I wanted to play it. Yeah, that’s a big moment for me.

[When he says] “Tell me”. So it’s when Loki demands to be told who he is. “Because I’m the monster that parents tell their children about at night.”

Cane Scene

Two. Walking down the steps of the Halls of Justice in Cleveland, which were doubling as a museum in Stuttgart in The Avengers , dressed in a black suit and carrying sort of the Fred Astaire cane version of Loki’s staff, and flipping it, literally like a cane, and smacking a security guard in the face.

It was so fun because there was something of a showman’s elegance about it. It was Loki’s emergence from the underground in The Avengers . It was all going to be set to this amazing piece of Schubert, as it was. Joss’s script described: Loki flips his staff.

And in the same beat, forehands a security guard across the face. And we did it in one take. I felt like I was seven years old when I was doing it.

Mewling Quim

The scene with Scarlett, number three. The scene between Black Widow and Loki in the cell on the Helicarrier halfway through The Avengers . That whole day was amazing. “Mewling quim.” Scarlett and I had an amazing time playing that scene.

I remember, we shot it on a Monday, and we spent all weekend running it at her house. It was really funny. Whenever I got to “mewling quim” – I’ve never told anyone this – I couldn’t say it because we would collapse into a fit of giggles.

And I wondered if I was going to be able to say it and look her in the face without laughing. It just so happens I did. It was alright on the night, but I love that moment.

Vs Hulk

Number four. There is the moment just before Loki is smashed by the Hulk, which is when he gets up off the floor and says, “I am a God, you dull creature, and I will not be bullied by an animal.” But before he gets the word “animal” out, he is whipped out of frame, about to be smashed like a wet fish all over the floor of Stark Tower.

Before we shot it, there was a wire attached to my right foot with three stuntmen on the other end. I remember working with them to time it. I said, “If you pull on the B-U-L of ‘bullied’, then I’ll be out of frame before I can finish my line.” it was just a very funny shot. It was like slipping on a banana skin. It was old school farce. I love that moment.

The Car Chase

Number five. Better be good. Number five is the car chase at the beginning of The Avengers , which was cut down for good reason, but we shot it in these ancient mushroom tunnels in Pittsburgh in Pennsylvania, about two hours outside Pittsburgh.

For most of the course of the 21st century, these tunnels provided the world with about 60% of the mushrooms. Who knew that. There’s something like 150 miles of subterranean mushroom tunnels underneath the forest in Pennsylvania, and we shot the entire car chase over two or three days down there.

It feels like you’re driving into the Bat Cave, that’s what it feels like. They are very, very far underground and they are very, very dark and very, very long.

So it was myself and Cobie Smulders and Jeremy Renner and Stellan Skarsgård. Jeremy and Stellan and I are in this 4X4.

This just after the stealing of the Tesseract. In the film, it’s actually quite a short trip, but it was two days’ worth of shooting to get all that footage. It was amazing being on the back of this 4X4, driving 200/300 yards’ worth of mushroom tunnel, being chased by another 4X4 with all the cameras on it. It’s incredibly thrilling – I think because there’d been so much green screen, and that was all real. We were actually in a 4X4.

Chris Hemsworth

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention something with Chris. It’s the moment where Thor and Loki are standing shoulder to shoulder, staring up at Laufey in Jotunheim in the first Thor film. It was the very first day of principal photography and the very first shot by either myself or Chris as these characters, looking up at Laufey, who’s the king of the Frost Giants. It was just the first moment these characters existed.

It’s weirdly unforgettable. He was wearing the red cape and holding the hammer. He said something like, “Know your place, brother.” It just felt like we’d started something.

So that particular shot has a very close place in my heart.

It was so fun because there was something of a showman’s elegance about it. It was Loki’s emergence from the underground in The Avengers . It was all going to be set to this amazing piece of Schubert, as it was.

Joss’s script described: Loki flips his staff. And in the same beat, forehands a security guard across the face. And we did it in one take. I felt like I was seven years old when I was doing it. [x]

[realityhelixcreates]

B, O and Z for the mannerisms ask game and 9,22, 26 and 38 for the otp ask game. Whichever character you prefer but you do know which are my faves... I don't mind though! I love reading whatever you write. ❤️

B. Bold: Does your character mock other people nonverbally? Have they ever gotten in trouble for making a sarcastic facial expression?

Loki: Absolutely, constantly, and starting from the tender age of 'can make facial expressions'. Loki's expression and body language can be so subtle that sometimes only his brother knew what he was saying. A thousand years of refined sarcasm.

Any Riddler: Oh yes, in fact, they are well known for it. No matter how well behaved, all of them have an attitude, and even sweet, darling YJ knows how to roll an eye at the most devastating moment. Swag and Puzzles are even willing to turn it on Family, though often for very different reasons. They all used to get into trouble for it a lot as children. It is a universal constant that all Riddlers fathers were massive pieces of shit.

Helix: She'll read the room first. Mostly she would only do it as a 'joke' that the target could also laugh at.

O. Odd: Does your character tend to make unusual facial expressions, or have unusual speech patterns? Do they do anything that other characters make fun of?

YJ has a noticeable lisp, so you can guess how school went for him. The supervillain scene wasn't much different, but no one in the Family ever brought it up, not even Puzzles. Helix sometimes speaks in the synesthetic impressions that she experiences, and others often find it confusing, nonsensical, or pretentious. Narci's voice is very light and airy, and many people think he's faking it, but he's not. When the demon Lust is hiding inside Nash's body, he will change Nash's eyes to bright blue, and turn his head aside to let others know that he is speaking instead of Nash, which people tend to find extremely disconcerting. Being mostly non-powered costumed villains that are more nerd than brawn, they all have had others make fun of them-the bullying scene among villains is fierce and sometimes deadly. They tend to give what they get though.

Most of the younger and some of the newer Riddlers had bad reactions to Swag, not liking what he represented, and the less socially enlightened (especially Puzzles, initially) had difficulty with Detective's refusal to adhere to gender norms, but they all damn well got over it.

Z. Zest: How much does your character use movement to express their feelings? Do they jump up and down with excitement, or do they keep it to a slight smile?

Loki has great control over his body language, so any movement-or lack of movement-is purposeful. How much or how little depends on what he feels will have the greatest impact on the moment.

Helix is neurodivergent, though she was never able to get diagnosed on her Earth, and doesn't really know. She bounces, sways, dances in place. Her 'standing still' looks like a fighting game characters idle animation. She is nearly always in motion.

Swag gestures like an Italian. Unswag does too, though slightly more reserved.

Detective prefers large, elegant movements. Arkham moves slowly and precisely, like a snake.

Puzzles and Prince gesture aggressively, whether being aggressive or not. Nash makes small movements, but YJ puts his whole body into it.

Narci moves gently and fluidly, but post return he is unnaturally still.

9 What are their thoughts on having children?

There is a conflict brewing in Lasabrjotr. Loki wants children, Reader absolutely does not.

Between Swag, Unswag, and Helix, they have agreed that there will be none. The twins don't believe themselves to be capable parents, and Helix already has a child and a semi-adult ward. That's plenty for her.

Detective really did want children, and so they adopted every Riddler they found that was younger than them. YJ also would like kids one day, but, like Swag, feels like he wouldn't be a capable parent. Unlike Swag, he is wrong. None of the rest of them are really interested, though Arkham has accepted the role of father of the Family. His idea of fatherhood is a very twisted thing.

22 What reminds each of their partner?

It may be a little cliche, but the color green and the scent of cinnamon for Lasa!reader and Loki.

The sight of spirals and any plant brings Helix up to Swag, as well as the scent of vanilla and cloves. For Unswag, the mention of magic, and the feeling of using his special sight. For Helix, question marks of course, but also certain genres of music, the taste of pomegranates mixed with chocolate, and the specific feel of their world.

26 What are their vices?

Loki is really into revenge. Maybe a little too much, he needs to reel it back. Also pride, which I remind you, is not the same as self confidence.

Name a vice, Swag's got it. However, he does go to great lengths to control his anger, so perhaps wrath is the weakest among them. Lust is his most prevalent vice, and not just sexual. Swag likes to indulge in practically anything, a hedonist by philosophy, and an ethical hedonist later on. Unswag is much less extreme, but more given to anger. Helix is softer, but also prone to lust in many of its forms, as well as hubris. Not quite the same as pride, but still dangerous.

Even though Nash is the host and lover to the Anthropomorphic Personification of the Deadly Sin of Lust, he is instead deeply affected by wrath. Nash can become consumed by rage and vengefulness very quickly and holds many grudges.

38 Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

Okay so. Loki is extremely flexible. He could do anything, but also would be happy with vanilla missionary for the rest of time, because what he actually craves is the intimacy and the validation. Lasa!reader has just a touch of a top about her.

Swag is the kinkiest motherfucker you'll ever meet, though even he has limits. He also tailors himself to his partners needs, but likes to take himself to extremes, if allowed. He's encouraging but not pushy. Unswag, while he has memories of Swags experience, doesn't have that experience himself, and doesn't like many of the things Swag does. He's not as submissive as Swag can be, but often lets Swag lead encounters, due to that inexperience, and also due to his fear/hunger for Helix. Helix is somewhere in the middle. Not inexperienced, but just hasn't tried many things. She's curious though, and willing to try some things.

Puzzles and Arkham are pretty into pain. Bruises, burns, bitemarks and blood, but nothing permanent.

Nash is young and inexperienced, and not experimental at all. Lust is very ambiguous in age and, well, he's Lust. He knows how to do everything. He is also a demon, sort of, and dreams of seeing Nash grow into a being akin to himself. It's a little dark perhaps, but that's the situation.

[koba-baboba]

Arranged love

Summary: an arranged marriage turns into a blessing. The new princess of Asgard is frustrated that her husband has never slept with her

Pairing: Loki x light elf!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected smeggsy time, talk of arranged marriages and heirs, Thor being a dick, some degradation, kinda dom!loki

A/N: this is way longer than intended. I specifically wrote the smut to feel more flowly and have less detail than my others.

Requests: open and begging to be filled

masterlist

The kingdom of Álfheimr was nice. Being a princess wasn’t so bad either, especially in Ljosalfgard. Asgard and Álfheimr had long been allies but they both knew there was a better way to solidify that than just words- an arranged marriage.

Thor being first born and often absent wasn’t an option, so your parents and Odin agreed you were to marry loki. You’d met him on occasion, over holidays or special events, he seemed angsty and boring. Always reading or sneering at people, the exact opposite of what you would’ve preferred. Thor wouldn’t have been much better, a partygoer and boastful god was probably worse.

Standing next to loki at the altar you felt painfully out of place. A light elf with very little magic, next to a god who could cast illusions bigger than the castle. The wedding was extraordinary, you were dressed in green and given the new title of princess of Asgard, wife of loki.

Loki was strangely quiet, the only time he spoke was when he snapped at people who questioned or mocked you. He would fetch your drinks and guide you through the loud and overwhelming party. You were silently thankful for him, you had expected him to cast you to the side as soon as the wedding was over.

Instead he softly grabbed your hand and led you to your new chambers. It was dark and heavy, every corner filled with something, mostly books and scrap parchment. It would’ve been welcoming in any other situation except this one. Everyone knew what arranged marriages meant- produce an heir and do it quickly. That’s exactly what was about to happen.

“Before this goes any further, as my wife, you deserve to know my true heritage. I’m a frost giant, the true heir of jotunheim. You and only you will see me in my true form when we traverse there. I expect you to be by my side as I request. I don’t want you to believe you are below me. You are my wife; my queen, you own me as much as I you.” Loki’s voice was calm and soothing as he explained what he wanted from you.

His voice was a stark contrast between how he presented himself. His voice was kind but sturdy, you liked it. “I’ve never seen a frost giant, what do they look like?” Your voice was soft but curious. Trying desperately to actually get to know the man you just married.

In an instant Loki started to shift, his skin becoming a deep sapphire as he became almost double his size. You took a step back in shock as you took in the giant in front of you. He was elegant even in this terrifying form.

“Do I scare you?” He asked softly, taking a small step towards you. “You fascinate me. What are these patterns?” You replied quickly, closing the space between you two so you could trace the raised marks on his arms. Loki chuckled at you softly, watching you with fondness as you inspected his skin. Not wavering at his size, nor his freezing skin. He liked you.

“Each jotun has different markings, mine aren’t nearly as impressive as some others”

“I’ve never seen any others so these will do” you hummed, looking up at his face that had softened significantly since you first walked in this room. He brought his hand up to hold your cheek gently, stroking your soft skin. It still felt strange but you welcomed his touch.

“I like your ears. They’re… cute” he hummed softly, looking at you with wonder. Your face heated up at his compliment, looking away from him bashfully. His chuckle was audible as he took in your shy demeanour.

“Most elves from Álfheimr have a skill. What is yours love?” He questioned as he brought you over to sit on his bed. “Potions. I aided the healers for years, making their ointments and such. The ingredients intrigue me more than the actual making though” you explained enthusiastically, rambling about the ingredients of your favorite potions.

Loki was amused by your childlike enthusiasm for your craft. He watched your smile grow as you explained the use of moon stone. You were just happy that someone finally let you talk about something you loved. A welcomed change from your family.

As the months went on at Asgard you were often bombarded with questions about what Loki was like. Your husband had grown to love you in his own way. He bought you lavish gifts but paired them with simple things like a book or a new mortar. His affection often came through actions, something you didn’t mind. Sappy words and confessions weren’t always needed.

The one question that you got that you never answered was whether or not you and Loki had slept together. The simple answer was no, much to your confusion and frustration. When Thor asked you for the 10th time today you finally snapped.

“No we have not. It’s none of your business what we do! You seem to sleep around for the both of us. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go make myself useful” you hissed, venom dripping from your words.

You marched straight to your chambers, planning to brew more potions. What you found instead was loki sitting there seemingly waiting for you.

“Why are you here?” You snapped, much harsher than intended.

“You say that as though you wish I left you alone” he replied, a deep frown settling on his face. You huffed sitting down grumpily next to your husband. “Your brother seems to think he’s married to me” you growled, anger swelling in you once again. Loki snorted and wrapped a supportive arm around your waist.

“What was it this time pet” he hummed into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your hair. “He keeps asking if we’ve slept together. He refuses to believe we haven’t” you mumbled. “Does it bother you? That we haven’t?” He pressed, looking at you tentatively. You didn’t have a good answer for that. You knew that the people were so curious because they wanted you to have an heir.

You wanted to take your relationship further, but not for that reason. You loved loki and you wanted him to know that on a deeper level.

“Yes. I don’t understand why we haven’t” you sighed, looking at your hands nervously. Loki hummed and seemed to think for a second before shifting the two of you. He laid you underneath him, seating himself between your thighs.

“Darling you have looked enemies in the eye and not faltered but you were nervous to ask me about this?” He teased. His hands were running the length of your body, exploring your curves slowly. You were ready to sass your lover, tease him back. Your words got caught in your throat when Loki rocked his hips into your clothed core.

“I want you to be able to feel me tomorrow my dear” he growled, snapping his fingers leaving you both bare. You whimpered say his cold fingers ran through your folds gently. “Are you this wet all for me pet?” He hummed, looking at you with lust filled eyes. You gave him a meek nod as he pushed two fingers inside of your.

Your moans bounced off the walls as Loki skillfully stroked your walls. he had you squirming in mere minutes. “Are you going to cum for me love? Cum for your king” he commanded, twisting his fingers as he sent you over the edge. You moaned his name as you rocked down against Loki’s fingers.

Loki didn’t give you a chance to catch you breath as he flipped you two over. You were now hovering over Loki’s weeping cock, dizzy off your previous orgasm. “Are you ok pet? Did I fuck you dumb already” he teased. You huffed out a weak no, grumbling as his teasing. He chuckled at your pouty face, pulling you down to kiss you deeply.

You slowly sank down on his member, the stretch was almost painful. Loki swallowed your moans and whispers as you seated yourself on him. He pulled away from you to let out a groan that went straight to your core. He planted his hands firmly on your waist, holding you close as started bucking up into you roughly.

His pace was unforgiving, each snap of his hips pulled you closer to your end. The sound of skin on skin filled the room along with your moans. You nuzzled your head into his neck, muffling your cries of pleasure. His throaty groans of your name were driving you mad.

“Cum with me darling. I need to feel you” he cried out, his thrusts becoming rougher. You snaked your hand between your bodies and rubbed sharp circles over your bundle of nerves, quickly sending you over the edge. Loki followed close after, moaning your name for the whole kingdom to hear.

Loki held your quivering body close to his, relishing in the heat you provided. “I didn’t want you to think I only loved you for the child you would carry. I wouldn’t have waited so long if I knew it would be like this” he laughed breathily, stroking your hair gently.

“You’re a dork” you snorted, nuzzling closer to him.

[lailyn]

Sole Provider

Characters: Loki/Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer

Summary: Tony should have just let Loki order the fish.

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Tony let out a groan.

“Are you alright, Anthony?” Loki asked politely. 

“Sole meunière again?”

“Is this not a seafood restaurant?” Loki queried. “Do they not serve fish? Please don’t tell me this is one of those pretentious fusion places that put chicken korma into a sushi and call it a taco.”

“Okay, that sounds bizarre but also kinda delicious. No, I mean, yes, this is a seafood place but come on, there’s gotta be something else you can try.”

“Why? I share Julia Child's sentiment, no other dish can quite compare. It is simple yet elegant and absolutely delicious."

"I don’t know why we bother going out to eat if you're going to be ordering the same thing everytime,” Tony complained. 

"Funny you should say that. It is a luxury afforded me only here on Midgard.”

Tony blinked, momentarily confused. "But you're a prince.”

“Was.”

“You and your brother, you can’t be any more different,” Tony said, shaking his head in amazement. “I mean, I've seen the way Thor eats, he’s always telling us stories of the feasts you guys used to have back in the day.”

“Ah yes.” Loki made a face. “The feasts. Norns forbid I should develop an affinity for anything. Father would make sure it would never appear at our table again.”

“Why?” Tony braced himself for another gruesome story about Odin and his inimitable parenting style. “Isn’t feeding your kids what they like a universally good thing?”

“Not if it makes it easier for people to poison them,” Loki said darkly. “You shouldn’t be so predictable in life, Anthony. You make it easy for someone to put a knife to your throat when you sleep in the same bed every night.”

“That’s why all my penthouses have ten bedrooms, minimum,” Tony said dryly. "Remind me to get the builder in this week so I can make you a secret compartment for all your daggers."

"There is no safer place for my daggers than on my person," Loki said.

"Where do you keep them anyway? Yeah, I know they're on your person, but where exactly on your person?"

"For all your exploring, you still haven't figured that out?" Loki teased. "I suppose Thor never told you about Mjollnir? He could make it so tiny he could carry it everywhere."

"I can't believe I'm saying this but can we please get back to the topic?" Tony pleaded. "You said you were starving. I'm just saying, maybe eat something substantial? Hey, look, soft shell crabs are in season. Let's get that."

Loki sneered. "I don't trust anything that cannot decide if they want to live on land or in water."

"That must be related to some shapeshifter logic I know nothing about but does the habitat really matter as long as it tastes good?"

"And yet you claim to have a very discerning palate."

"For whisky, sure."

"So your last meal on Earth would be - ?"

"Cheeseburgers, yeah."

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Loki poked his fork into the mound of deep-fried things. "Crabs aren't supposed to be this soft. Has this gone bad? Things go mushy when they go bad, right? Like bananas and dead bodies?"

“Bambi, this is a three Michelin star restaurant," Tony said patiently. "Any fresher than that you're gonna have to peel the shells off the moulting crabs yourself."

"And bring Njord's wrath upon my head? No, thank you."

"Then you'd better dig in. I'm sure your god friend would want you to enjoy and appreciate all the bounties of the sea."

"The things I do for you, Stark…" Loki twirled his fork around a few strands of pasta and a piece of crab. 

Tony watched Loki chew slowly at first, before picking up pace, swallowing the first mouthful with an appreciative hum.

"That went down easy," Tony observed happily. 

He was about to dig into his own dish, an exquisite squid ink pasta dish with abalone and mussels, when Loki began coughing. 

Tony looked up. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Something just went down the wrong way," Loki coughed harder. He thumped his chest with his fist several times. "Excuse me."

“It's not spicy, is it?" Tony asked, filling Loki’s glass with some water from the pitcher. "Here, drink this."

Loki gave a vehement shake of the head, clenching the table in a white-knuckled grip as he let out a string of harsh, painful-sounding coughs. 

Tony watched in growing horror as Loki grabbed his throat.

"Tony," he called hoarsely. "I can't -  breathe - "

Tony scrambled out of his chair, just as Loki toppled off of his. "Loki!"

Hearing the thump from Loki's unceremonious landing on the floor, the nearby tables began to gather around theirs. 

Tony held his lover's lolling head between his hands. Loki's chest rose up and down but he could not seem to get a single breath in. "Loki!"

"Is he choking?" A man asked loudly. "Does anybody know Heimlich?"

"Somebody call an ambulance!"

"Oh my God, he's turning blue!"

"Excuse us!" A loud voice and a louder man pushed through the crowd. "Can everybody step back and give us some room?"

"What are you doing to him?" Tony demanded. 

The tall, grumpy-looking man ignored him and simply focused on loosening Loki's tie and exposing his chest.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Tony was about to grab the man, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

He turned around to see a petite red-haired woman smiling down at him.

"It's alright, we're doctors," she said apologetically. "We can help."

She directed her next question to her companion. "What do you think, Stephen? An anaphylactic reaction?"

"Looks like," Stephen said gruffly. "His lips are swelling up, and he's breaking out in hives."

The doctor groped around in his dinner jacket and fished out what appeared to Tony to be some kind of hand-held flashlight, long and thin. He uncapped it, revealing a needle at the tip. 

With one confident stroke, the man stabbed the pen-like device right into Loki's thigh. 

"Whoa, what is that?" Tony demanded.

"It's an Epi-pen," Stephen explained impatiently. "Didn't your GP supply you with one? You're not supposed to go anywhere without it when you have a life-threatening allergy, don't you know that?"

"I don't - he didn't - " Tony mumbled. "We didn't know."

The pretty redhead glowered at her date and kept her hand on Tony's shoulder. "It's okay. He's going to be okay."

"Not if he keeps sticking around with you," Stephen mumbled under his breath. 

"Stephen," she hissed. 

"Christine," he mimicked, before turning his wrath upon Tony once more. "You go on a date with someone, you let them order whatever they freaking want. And before you ask, I wasn't eavesdropping, I just have very good hearing. Was it because you were picking up the check?"

Tony could not believe his ears. "Excuse me?" 

"It was either that or you're a major control freak," Stephen muttered, pointedly turning his back to feel for the pulse on the side of Loki's neck. "Consider yourself lucky I was here, Mr Stark. The press would have had a field day."

Before Tony could come up with a scathing response, Loki began to stir. 

The colour returned to his cheeks, just as the blue left his lips.

"Tony?" He whispered.

Tony shouldered the insufferable doctor out of the way. "I'm here, baby."

Green eyes fluttered open. They quickly came into focus, before widening in alarm at the sight of the crowd. 

"What happened? Why am I on the floor?" Loki tried to push himself up, but Stephen's firm hand on his shoulder kept him on the ground. "Who are you people?"

"People whose dinner is now ruined, thanks to you." Stephen's words may be harsh but his voice was gentle. "See, Christine. This is why I have the Epi-pen, on my person, at all times."

"Yes, yes," she said, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Dr Stephen Strange, ladies and gentleman. Once a hero, always a hero."

Loki grew even more confused. "Doctor?"

"I am so, so sorry, Loki." Tony sounded near tears. "I damn near killed you."

Stephen heaved a loud sigh. "It wasn't you, idiot."

"Tony, why is this man calling you names?"

"Not important." Tony kissed Loki's knuckles over and over. "He can call me anything he likes. He just saved your life."

"Yes, that will be two thousand dollars, made out to Doctor Stephen Strange, MD, PhD. You can find me at Metro-General, everyone knows who I am."

A wide smile began to spread across Stephen's face. It made him look frightening, and frighteningly handsome at the same time. It was every bit as frightening as his next words.

"I have a feeling we will be very good friends."

[kota-writes]

arranged love

Summary: an arranged marriage turns into a blessing. The new princess of Asgard is frustrated that her husband has never slept with her

Pairing: Loki x light elf!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected smeggsy time, talk of arranged marriages and heirs, Thor being a dick, some degradation, kinda dom!loki

A/N: this is way longer than intended. I specifically wrote the smut to feel more flowly and have less detail than my others.

Requests: open and begging to be filled

masterlist

The kingdom of Álfheimr was nice. Being a princess wasn’t so bad either, especially in Ljosalfgard. Asgard and Álfheimr had long been allies but they both knew there was a better way to solidify that than just words- an arranged marriage.

Thor being first born and often absent wasn’t an option, so your parents and Odin agreed you were to marry loki. You’d met him on occasion, over holidays or special events, he seemed angsty and boring. Always reading or sneering at people, the exact opposite of what you would’ve preferred. Thor wouldn’t have been much better, a partygoer and boastful god was probably worse.

Standing next to loki at the altar you felt painfully out of place. A light elf with very little magic, next to a god who could cast illusions bigger than the castle. The wedding was extraordinary, you were dressed in green and given the new title of princess of Asgard, wife of loki.

Loki was strangely quiet, the only time he spoke was when he snapped at people who questioned or mocked you. He would fetch your drinks and guide you through the loud and overwhelming party. You were silently thankful for him, you had expected him to cast you to the side as soon as the wedding was over.

Instead he softly grabbed your hand and led you to your new chambers. It was dark and heavy, every corner filled with something, mostly books and scrap parchment. It would’ve been welcoming in any other situation except this one. Everyone knew what arranged marriages meant- produce an heir and do it quickly. That’s exactly what was about to happen.

“Before this goes any further, as my wife, you deserve to know my true heritage. I’m a frost giant, the true heir of jotunheim. You and only you will see me in my true form when we traverse there. I expect you to be by my side as I request. I don’t want you to believe you are below me. You are my wife; my queen, you own me as much as I you.” Loki’s voice was calm and soothing as he explained what he wanted from you.

His voice was a stark contrast between how he presented himself. His voice was kind but sturdy, you liked it. “I’ve never seen a frost giant, what do they look like?” Your voice was soft but curious. Trying desperately to actually get to know the man you just married.

In an instant Loki started to shift, his skin becoming a deep sapphire as he became almost double his size. You took a step back in shock as you took in the giant in front of you. He was elegant even in this terrifying form.

“Do I scare you?” He asked softly, taking a small step towards you. “You fascinate me. What are these patterns?” You replied quickly, closing the space between you two so you could trace the raised marks on his arms. Loki chuckled at you softly, watching you with fondness as you inspected his skin. Not wavering at his size, nor his freezing skin. He liked you.

“Each jotun has different markings, mine aren’t nearly as impressive as some others”

“I’ve never seen any others so these will do” you hummed, looking up at his face that had softened significantly since you first walked in this room. He brought his hand up to hold your cheek gently, stroking your soft skin. It still felt strange but you welcomed his touch.

“I like your ears. They’re… cute” he hummed softly, looking at you with wonder. Your face heated up at his compliment, looking away from him bashfully. His chuckle was audible as he took in your shy demeanour.

“Most elves from Álfheimr have a skill. What is yours love?” He questioned as he brought you over to sit on his bed. “Potions. I aided the healers for years, making their ointments and such. The ingredients intrigue me more than the actual making though” you explained enthusiastically, rambling about the ingredients of your favorite potions.

Loki was amused by your childlike enthusiasm for your craft. He watched your smile grow as you explained the use of moon stone. You were just happy that someone finally let you talk about something you loved. A welcomed change from your family.

As the months went on at Asgard you were often bombarded with questions about what Loki was like. Your husband had grown to love you in his own way. He bought you lavish gifts but paired them with simple things like a book or a new mortar. His affection often came through actions, something you didn’t mind. Sappy words and confessions weren’t always needed.

The one question that you got that you never answered was whether or not you and Loki had slept together. The simple answer was no, much to your confusion and frustration. When Thor asked you for the 10th time today you finally snapped.

“No we have not. It’s none of your business what we do! You seem to sleep around for the both of us. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go make myself useful” you hissed, venom dripping from your words.

You marched straight to your chambers, planning to brew more potions. What you found instead was loki sitting there seemingly waiting for you.

“Why are you here?” You snapped, much harsher than intended.

“You say that as though you wish I left you alone” he replied, a deep frown settling on his face. You huffed sitting down grumpily next to your husband. “Your brother seems to think he’s married to me” you growled, anger swelling in you once again. Loki snorted and wrapped a supportive arm around your waist.

“What was it this time pet” he hummed into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your hair. “He keeps asking if we’ve slept together. He refuses to believe we haven’t” you mumbled. “Does it bother you? That we haven’t?” He pressed, looking at you tentatively. You didn’t have a good answer for that. You knew that the people were so curious because they wanted you to have an heir.

You wanted to take your relationship further, but not for that reason. You loved loki and you wanted him to know that on a deeper level.

“Yes. I don’t understand why we haven’t” you sighed, looking at your hands nervously. Loki hummed and seemed to think for a second before shifting the two of you. He laid you underneath him, seating himself between your thighs.

“Darling you have looked enemies in the eye and not faltered but you were nervous to ask me about this?” He teased. His hands were running the length of your body, exploring your curves slowly. You were ready to sass your lover, tease him back. Your words got caught in your throat when Loki rocked his hips into your clothed core.

“I want you to be able to feel me tomorrow my dear” he growled, snapping his fingers leaving you both bare. You whimpered say his cold fingers ran through your folds gently. “Are you this wet all for me pet?” He hummed, looking at you with lust filled eyes. You gave him a meek nod as he pushed two fingers inside of your.

Your moans bounced off the walls as Loki skillfully stroked your walls. he had you squirming in mere minutes. “Are you going to cum for me love? Cum for your king” he commanded, twisting his fingers as he sent you over the edge. You moaned his name as you rocked down against Loki’s fingers.

Loki didn’t give you a chance to catch you breath as he flipped you two over. You were now hovering over Loki’s weeping cock, dizzy off your previous orgasm. “Are you ok pet? Did I fuck you dumb already” he teased. You huffed out a weak no, grumbling as his teasing. He chuckled at your pouty face, pulling you down to kiss you deeply.

You slowly sank down on his member, the stretch was almost painful. Loki swallowed your moans and whispers as you seated yourself on him. He pulled away from you to let out a groan that went straight to your core. He planted his hands firmly on your waist, holding you close as started bucking up into you roughly.

His pace was unforgiving, each snap of his hips pulled you closer to your end. The sound of skin on skin filled the room along with your moans. You nuzzled your head into his neck, muffling your cries of pleasure. His throaty groans of your name were driving you mad.

“Cum with me darling. I need to feel you” he cried out, his thrusts becoming rougher. You snaked your hand between your bodies and rubbed sharp circles over your bundle of nerves, quickly sending you over the edge. Loki followed close after, moaning your name for the whole kingdom to hear.

Loki held your quivering body close to his, relishing in the heat you provided. “I didn’t want you to think I only loved you for the child you would carry. I wouldn’t have waited so long if I knew it would be like this” he laughed breathily, stroking your hair gently.

“You’re a dork” you snorted, nuzzling closer to him.

[pitifulbaby]

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pairings: eventual loki x reader ( slight thor x reader )

warnings: angst, eventual fluff, descriptions of drowning, cheating

a/n: okay so i have never written about loki so this might be absolutely horrible and i am very sorry if it is. but i was scrolling through tiktok like a person does and this tiktok showed up and i just sighed and got up to write on my laptop. full credit to the tiktok video which is listed below! i like and hate how this came out but i really hope you enjoy this and happy reading!

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Growing up in Asgard was magical, everything was always picture perfect. Granted it was all you ever knew so you might be biased.

You never knew ‘hardships’, your family was well off and close with the King and Queen. You grew up close with Thor and Loki and for a while you three were attached to the hip. But as you got older the string connecting you started to weaken to the point of nearly snapping. At first you had been closer to Loki, you two were both more quiet and enjoyed the more simple things in life, even at such a young age.  

But your parents pushed you to be closer to Thor more and more and then you saw him in a different light and he you. And maybe it was you willingly seeing him different, or maybe it was the push by others to see him different.

The older you became the more you drifted closer to Thor, never leaving Loki behind, he was a friend you would keep close. But not as close as you became with Thor.

You and Thor had tip toed around one another, wanting the other but not knowing how to. Thor was in line for the throne, he was to be King so he had many things to prepare himself for.  

In a way you were sheltered, your parents expected so much from you. They hoped for you to marry Thor, wanted you to be his Queen the day he rules over Asgard. You felt blind sometimes, being lead around by the others around you while you sat and looked pretty. Which is what most women had to do, you weren't tough like Lady Sif, weren't as elegant as Queen Frigga, you were just you.  

Meant to be on the arms of a strong male and keep quiet and stay pretty. When you were younger you were able to be a bit more free, have more control of yourself and what you wanted. Then you got older and things almost felt claustrophobic even in an empty room.  

You couldn’t complain though, you had things everyone dreamed of. It was like being underground with the air tight though, the world dark and wandering blind. You were hungry for more, life couldn’t always be like this could it? You couldn’t help but wonder if others felt like you.  

So you might have amazing things, but at what cost?  

Things seemed to shift into gear as Thor got closer and closer to being king, he grew cocky and boastful. He was a beautiful man and knew it, he could have anyone he wanted and it seemed as if he wanted you and so you went along with it.  

Recently he had asked for your hand, and of course you accepted. It was what you wanted, right? He needed a Queen and you were the perfect fit, someone he knew for his entire life, he was attracted to you.  

You never noticed the way Loki looked at you, he looked at you as if you hung the moon and stars. Thor may have been attracted to you physically, but Loki loved everything about you. From the laughter he only got to hear to the ever so little crinkle in your nose. They each saw you differently.

Loki was your best friend, and you were his. He was use to Thor getting everything he wanted, so he was surprised the day you told him you were to marry his brother. It hurt him, but he never showed it. You seemed happy and that’s all he wanted. As long as he got to see your smile, even if it wasn’t directed at him he would be content with the way things were.  

Things happened for a reason and he always hated the reasons even without knowing them. He was always in the shadow of Thor. To everyone Thor was perfect, the perfect man, the perfect son, the perfect soon to be King. As Loki got older he realized he never had the chance to be perfect, he would always be in last.  

Thor was to be crowned King in only a few days and of course it called for a ball to be held. A celebration in honor of him. The more wealthy people were invited, dressed to the nines in their finest clothing, jewels dripping from them. Everyone stood with their chin held high, moving around the room gracefully.  

The night was young, the moon high and bright in the sky. Music flowed through the air, people holding chalice’s filled with the most exquisite of wines. You followed Thor with a gentle smile as he talked to the people beneath him, his voice loud and rich. He was the most important person in the room and everyone knew that.  

People greeted him with a bow and a gentle nod to you when he would introduce you. Your engagement hadn't been announced to the public, right now it was all about Thor.  

You kept feeling eyes on you, and when you would look around you never met anyone's eyes, it confused you. Nervously you wiped your hands down your dress, hiding your anxiety with a smile.

Thor turned to you, shielding you from the person you two were just about to go talk to. “Darling, could you go refill my cup?” He questioned you, handing over his gold chalice with a kind smile. You nodded at him, he leaned and pressed a kiss to your cheek and then you were turning on your heel and heading over to refill the drink.

You knew he should be asking one of the servants, but your brain figured maybe he saw your nerves and was giving you a way to take a breath. Which he wasn’t, but in your brain you only though of Thor as perfect, he was a perfect lover and so caring to you.  

But there was more than meets the eye, he hid things from you and you wouldn’t have ever suspected anything. You walked gracefully through the people, heading to a servant to ask them to refill the cup. It took a moment for you to find someone, the place was rather crowded.

You didn’t like crowds, the party environment wasn’t one for your taste. But marrying into royalty was like that and it was something you figured you would get use to in time. Your smile never faltered as you got the cup refiled for your lover, holding it close to your chest as you made your way back to where Thor was- or last was.

You felt out of place not next to him, brows furrowing in as you searched the people. He was an easy person to spot, it wasn’t like he was small. He was a towering man, full of muscle and long sun kissed blonde hair. It felt dumb to ask someone around you if they had seen him or where he went, maybe he needed a small break and so you headed down one of the grand halls.

Walking carefully to not drop a small amount of the liquid gold. But soon the chalice came crashing from your hands, the liquid spilling around your feet as the cup clattered, bouncing a bit before rolling.  

Being pushed against the wall was a beautiful woman you had seen a few times in your life, and pressed tight to her body was Thor, his lips locked tightly onto hers as he kissed her passionately. He had never kissed you like that, never put that much emotion into his love for you in the years you have known him.

The noise alerted the two, snapping away from one another. Once those blue eyes landed on you they widened, his lips were slightly swollen and red, parting in surprise as he took a few steps away from the woman who was panting, letting her lungs fill with air.  

Tears started welling up in your eyes, everything felt like it was crumbling in its tracks. He was speaking to you but you couldn’t hear a thing he said, his mouth moving as he took cautious steps towards you. He looked scared, but you don’t know why. In a flash you were hitting the ground running, holding the skirt of your dress up as you raced down the hall.

The tears that were starting to form were now freely falling down your face. You were soon standing in the middle of the ball room, chest rising and falling as you let out a sob, searching for the way out of this place. People around stared at you in confusion, some taking a few steps back.  

You heard someone making their way towards you from the place you just came from. You didn’t have to look to know it was Thor. Following him with a smirk was the woman he was just kissing, in the light of the ballroom you could see the color of her lipstick smeared against his lips. Chatter started to get louder as people made assumptions that were obvious to what happened.  

Everything was too much and once again you were running. The doors leading out into the garden were open, with guards of course standing out to make sure no unwanted visitors came in. You flew by them, feet barely touching the ground.  

You weaved through the gardens, nearly tripping over bushes as you started to rip off the jewelry attached to your body, all of which were given to you by Thor. You pulled your necklace off, the clasp snapping in half, throwing it off to the side and letting it settle into the grass. You were blinded by the tears, freely sobbing into the night as you ran to get away from everything.  

Your hands came up to pull your hair out of its updo, pins falling down. The last thing you tore off was your dazzling engagement ring, it felt too heavy against your hand, it was weighing you down into the ground. You stopped running to take it off, letting out an almost pained sob as you let it fall from your hands and land in the dirt. Hiking up your skirt you stomped on the piece of jewelry until it was halfway underground.  

The sound of rustling alerted you, startling you and making you run off once again, your hair falling freely behind you as the breeze whipped through your locks.  

As creepy as it sounded Loki was watching you all night, he tended to stand back and just watch you. Yes he talked to you quite often, but he felt better just watching. He was afraid to be around you at times, fearful he might ruin everything by accidentally admitting his ever growing love he felt for you. The moment he lost sight of you worried him a tad, following where you had gone.

Once he found you all he saw was you running off, the sight of Thor frantic and a women leaned up against the wall, fixing her dress. It wasn’t hard for him to figure out what happened, his dark brows furrowed in deeply, anger bubbling up.  

“You are an absolute idiot, Thor.” He spat out, Thor only scoffed at Loki before following after his fiancé. But Loki was faster, following you in the opposite direction. His eyes were frantic as he searched for you through the crowd, seeing the back of your dress as you rushed outside.  

Of course he continued to follow you, he wasn’t going to leave you alone. He took twists and turns, searching for you.  

You didn’t stop running after hearing the snapping of branches. It was too dark out, tears were too blinding and suddenly you were falling, landing in a body of water with a splash.  

With a gasp water invaded your lungs, eyes widen as you frantically tried to swim up. The only thing you could see was the moon through the water. It was staring down at you. Your dress was too heavy, it was weighing you down in the water and your thrashing to swim up wasn’t helping. You let  you body go, floating down through the water, staring up at the moon.

You were still crying, your tears mixing in with the lake. Suddenly a hand was grasping at you and pulling you up. The moonlight getting closer and suddenly you were breaking through the last layer of the dark water with a pained gasp, coughing up the water as you blinked rapidly trying to get water from your eyes. And at this point you couldn’t tell if it was from the lake or all your tears.  

You were fully pulled out of the water, pulled into a firm chest. One arm wrapped around your torso and the other went to the back of your head to keep you up. The leaves under you crunched, as you were shifted around. And finally everything started to clear, and in your gaze was Loki. His face bloomed into your vision, his eyes staring into you like the light pouring through a window. He stared at you softly, he himself had tears pricking in his eyes.  

As you stared at him everything slowly seemed to make sense, just his eyes somehow made you feel like you were loved. Love you thought you had in the past but wasn’t true, his hand shifted from the back of your head to your cheek as he gently wiped under your eye.  

For years you didn’t know just how truly blinded you were by Thor, by this fake love. Maybe he did love you at one point but it just fizzled out.  

Staring at Loki you realized just how the love you thought you held for Thor was also fake, it was strange it took nearly drowning to notice, for your supposed fiancé to be tongue tied with another woman. Loki was the world you couldn’t see, that was always there but behind everything you needed and wanted.  

A sob fell from your lips and you were throwing your arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest. He held you tight against him, rocking you both as he whispered sweet nothings into your hair. After a few moments you pulled away from his chest, pressing your hand to his cheek.  

“Love, I see you now.” You whispered out to him, pressing your forehead to his as you let your eyes flutter shut.  

Loki had been underground with you the entire time, you had been blinded by the glory of Thor who casted a shadow over the light you were searching for.  

But the shadow was gone, and the light of Loki had guided you back out into his waiting arms.

[thesecretwriter]

So my idea is that y/n and loki have been dating for some time and its time for y/n to meet lokis parents so there is this beautiful kind of gala happenning in asgard for y/n's arrival. I desperatelly need a scene with loki and y/n dancing in this elegant gown while wildest dreams instrumental violin plays in the background! And im dying for friggas' approval of y/n. You can Spice it up in the end (if you know what i mena hehe) i dont mind at all. Id be great if you could probably write this. Thank you for your time ❤️

All the love, el ✌️

wildest dreams (loki). 

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warning: Fluff – it’s a good amount of fluff, smut – if you’re not 18+ run along, this isn’t for you, this is probably the dirtiest smut I’ve written.  

Side note: This is my first ask request and I really hope I was able to write it to the way you envisioned it. This request is so sweet!!

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You looked around in wonder, Loki’s and Thor’s words didn’t do justice to the beauty that was Asgard. Truly something out of this world.

“Don’t look so nervous my love, my parents are going to adore you. I know I already do.” Loki says taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips.

Your heart fluttered, no matter how many times Loki expressed affection towards you, it still made your heart smile.

“I adore you just as much, maybe even more.” You tease and give him a smile.

He returns the smile and proceeds to take you into the palace.

This was it, you were going to meet his parents after being together for a year. Your tummy was in nerves. Why wouldn’t it be? You were about to meet the parents of the love of your life, never mind that they’re literal royalty.

Your hand was in Loki’s as you entered the large doors, the entire time him and Thor were conversing as you looked around the beautifully detailed interior.

“I would’ve thought the two of you left your bickering in the past, but then again there never is a quiet moment when you two are around.” Came the voice of a female who could only assume was Frigga. Her beauty was indescribable. She fitted the role of a queen so well, carrying herself with elegance as she made her way to the three of you.

“Mother, stunning as always.” Thor gave her a toothy grin as he engulfed the women in a warm hug.

“Don’t sweet talk me, by gods I would’ve thought my sons would come and visit me.” She playfully scolded and took Loki into a loving hug.

Loki wasn’t one to hug many people, but you could tell by how content he looked that he really loved and missed his mother.

“I assure you mother my reasoning for staying on Earth is quite pleasant.” Loki smiled and took your hand in his once again, he brought you toward his mother, who you have to admit was quite intimidating.

All the nerves you were feeling when you first arrived had disappeared the moment her arms were around you.

“I’m glad to finally meet the one who has captured the heart of my son. You’re even more beautiful than I thought you would be.” She held you at arm’s length as she gave you a onceover.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Loki and Thor have spoken very fondly of you.” You smile politely and meet her eyes.

“I’m sure they have, quite a shame they never thought of visiting their fond mother.” She said scowling at the two demi-gods beside you.

“Our reasoning for staying behind is good. We’ve become quite the pair of hero’s on Earth. They love us.” Thor expressed by motioning between him and Loki.

“Yet to me you still remain the boy who wanted to be a Valkyrie, and the boy who read endless spell books in the garden.” You looked at the pair of them with amusement as Loki and Thor’s face was tainted in red.

“Come now, your father has been awaiting your arrival. He wanted to discuss some matters with you two. In the meantime, I’ll show y/n to Loki’s living quarters and get her prepared for the gala this evening.” She dismissed them with the wave of an arm and took you towards an adjoining hallway.

“A gala?” You question confused and a little scared.

You had heard about these grand gala’s that Loki would complain about. He did not fancy them that much, but still had to attend since he was the second born Asgard prince.

“Yes, to introduce you as the woman that Loki is courting.” She smiled as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

With a deep breath, you were mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.

“This color compliments your skin in the most elegant way.” One of the handmaids said as they brought over a silk emerald green gown to you.

Your eyes slightly widened upon seeing the gown. It perfectly matched Loki’s attire and was just downright gorgeous.

“Exactly how fancy is these gala’s?” You asked the handmaid as she began combing through your hair.

“They’re quite common here, but this gala is the first after a long time. The princes have never courted a lady before. From tradition I know that you and prince Loki will have a first dance together and then be introduced with formalities to the kingdom. King Odin himself will have to announce it. Then after it will a night of dancing and eating.” She concluded with an excited smile.

Because Frigga was a woman of the people, she invited nearly the whole kingdom and is allowing the staff to enjoy the evening.

“What is King Odin like? I haven’t had the chance to meet him yet.” From Loki you heard that his father was a strict man, but he showed love toward his children in unique ways.

“The king is a noble man; he does everything in benefit for the kingdom. I am sure he would like you just as much as Queen Frigga has.” The handmaid smiled and moved from combing your hair to bringing forward jewelry for you to choose.

The royal life was really extravagant.

Time had passed and you were now stood behind closed doors waiting to be introduced to a kingdom of people. The nerves you felt from when you first arrived had doubled by now.

Loki was also stood at a pair of closed doors, opposite from where you were. You had not seen him since you left with Frigga.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening. You took one last deep breath in before looking up and making direct eye contact with Loki. He was dressed in attire that matched the emerald green dress you were wearing. His eyes travelled down your body and back up to your eyes.

He was speechless, seeing the love of his life dressed in his colors made something within him stir.

You took a step forward as did he, and this continued till you were both stood in front of one another. The entire time he did not take his eyes off you.

He placed his hand forward and you put your hand in his and felt electricity stood through you like it always did when he touched you.

“You look beautiful my love.” He whispered in your ear as you both walked down the few steps.

There were many eyes on the two of you, but the only one that mattered was Loki’s.

“You look handsome as ever… my prince.” You offered him a smile as you looked at him and said this.

Loki had walked with his head held high and felt such pride to have a woman such as yourself to call his.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, Loki settled his one hand on your waist and the other held your hand. A melody started playing and you both began to move to the beat.

He pulled you in closer and held you against him as after letting you spin around once. He gave you a cheeky smile as you looked up at him. You rested your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on the side of your head. You both moved like this for a while, completely forgetting about everyone else in the room.

You felt him lightly squeeze at your waist and looked up at him. He briefly held you at arm’s length spun you out of his arms while still holding onto his hand. When he pulled you back into him, your back was faced towards his front and you continued to sway until the melody came to an end.

That was when you were brought back into reality and looked around you as everyone applauded the two of you.

Loki led you towards the table where Thor, Frigga and Odin were sat. They all stood as you two joined them. Odin raised a hand and immediately the applause stopped. You stood there nervously as you watched him look around.

“Good evening everyone, today I have the pleasure of announcing the return of my son’s. They have been on Earth helping the Midgardians with their troubles and helping keep their world safe. Tonight, we will feast upon their return… “ He stopped to hold up the goblet near him.

“I propose a toast to their return, as well as introducing Lady y/f/n of Midgard, she has come to Asgard as she has caught the eye of Loki. I take it you will treat her with the same respect that you do with the rest of my family. She has after all managed to capture the heart of one of my sons. A toast to them and a long future together.” He concluded the formality by waving the goblet towards you and Loki.

With nothing more being said everyone cheered and toasted.

The evening carried on with everyone feasting, dancing, conversing and enjoying the night.

After meeting Odin and having him even offer you a dance at some point. It was clear that he and Frigga had taken a liking towards you.

Loki had chosen to retire to his living quarters with you after he saw you trying to hold back a yawn.

The two of you made your way to his room and once the door was closed, he turned towards you and walked towards you slowly.

“You really look… ravishing tonight my love.” He said once he neared you.

You were now trapped between the bed and Loki placing both his hands beside you.

“I do favor the colors and this dress as well, but I prefer to see you naked.” He whispered and began to kiss you gently as he brought his hand up to cup your face.

You moaned into the kissed as you felt yourself growing wet as the kissed grew more demanding.

He placed his hands under your thighs, and you knew to wrap your legs around his waist as he moved you both to the middle of the bed, not once breaking the kiss.

His hands began to roam your body as yours went to his hair and tugged at the long black strands.

“Tell me what you want love.” He nipped at your neck and started to undo your dress from the top. Your chest was now exposed to him and at his will to do whatever he wanted.

He looked up at you as took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other.

“I want to feel you inside me.” You whimpered out as he switched from your one breast to the next.

“Very well then.”

He sat up and started to take off his clothe as you sat back and played with your nipples. Loki loved when you did this. Watching you pleasure yourself, but no matter how much you did it, he always did it better.

Once he was completely naked, he took his hardened cock and ran his hand up and down the thick long shaft, his eyes never leaving yours. He made his way to the side of the bed and held his hand out. You took his hand and hopped off the bed as he stripped you out of the rest of the dress.

His eyes hungrily racked your body as ran his hands over your shoulders and to your neck. He gripped your neck as he gently pulled you forward and kissed you.

He let you settle into the middle of the bed once again and began to kiss you from your belly all the way up to your lips. He spread your legs and leaned his full body weight on you. You could feel his cock rubbing against your pussy lips and clit. The feeling making you moan. He continued to kiss you as he grinded his cock against you.

Your hands were tangled in his hair and you were moaning and whimpering into his mouth.

A ghost of a smile made its way to his lips when he pulled back from you.

He reached down between the two of you and coated his cock in your wetness.

“I want you to look at me.” You complied with what he said and looked at him with furrowed brows as he sunk his cock into your pussy.

A groan made its way out of his mouth as he looked into your eyes. The intimacy from all of this was making your breathing speed up. He began to gently rock his hips back and forth as he continued to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful love, and you’re all mine.” He groaned out and moved the fallen hair out of your face.

“All yours.” You replied to him and put your hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you and he increased the pace.

The feeling of having his body flush against yours and having him kiss the life out of you were making your brain feel like mush.

He pulled back from the kiss and briefly looked down to where the both of you were connected.

“Look at that my love, look at how well you’re taking my cock. Such a good girl.” He praised.

You moaned at the sight and felt yourself clench at how hot it looked having him make love to you.

“You gonna cum for me like a good girl?” He asked stroking your cheek while the other held your waist. Your hands were slung lazily around his neck.

“I wanna cum for you.” You moaned feeling the familiar pull in your pussy.

“Cum on me then, cum on my cock.” He grunted and moved faster.

Your head was thrown back as his name fell from you lips with him still deep inside you.

As you were cumming, he stopped moving, still deep inside you and started rubbing your clit. The feeling made your orgasm hit harder.

“That’s it, so pretty when you cum for me.” His words made your heart have a little orgasm of it own. He always had a way with words during intimacy.

“Now, it’s time for me to cum.” He said and sat up, still inside you.

He sat up on his knees and took hold of your hips and began to fuck up on his cock. Moving at an ungodly speed. Little moan was leaving you and he watched as you once again started to play and gently tug at your nipples.

“Play with your clit and cum on me again.” He growled out at the sight of you.

You did as you were told and started rubbing your clit in rhythm with how he was fucking you.

“That’s it love, I’m close.” He whimpered and closed his eyes for a moment.

“Me too.” You admitted and whimpered as your second orgasm hit you.

“Fuck, I love you.” You moan as you feel him cum inside you, calling your name.

He bent over and rested his arms above you so that he didn’t fall on you. You were both breathing heavily.

It took a moment for you both to catch your breath. When you finally did, he kissed you once again.

“I love you too.” He said and smiled.

This was the start a new you and Loki, and you thanked the heavens for letting you spend the rest of your life with someone like him, your wildest dream.

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Non-Controversial Loki Headcanons for These Trying Times

1.) Loki has had dozens of Midgard-based aliases over the years, for no other reason than the fact that he was bored and it was funny. DB Cooper was one of them. Hank Williams was another. He may or may not have even pretended to be a vampire at some point.

2.) Loki can definitely sing. Not just in a funny ironic way, but like.. he actually enjoys singing. It shouldn’t even come as a surprise considering he’s such a fine arts nerd, but yeah. He plays the guitar too. Surprisingly folksy.

3.) Loki’s rooms in Asgard literally look like a witch’s lair. I mean straight up spooky. All dark earth tones, spellbooks strewn everywhere, runes drawn on the walls to keep certain big brothers from messing with things they have no business messing with, vials of poisonous stuff sitting on every available surface, shelves full of strange little trinkets and talismans, a dramatic ass medieval-looking bed, a whole ass cauldron… and then in the corner on a stand there’s his Hank Williams Guitar aasdfghhjkl-

4.) When people call Loki a witch, they’re not joking. He’s. Like. An actual stereotypical, like.. witch. He doesn’t just do finger wavy magic- he mixes potions, he does rune work, he recites spells, he has a cauldron.

5.) He also used to dress super witchy. Used to. Past tense. I’m talking black nail polish, lots of necklaces, rings, eyes makeup (ok maybe I wouldn’t go that far, but Loki in eyeliner would be pretty hot, right?), clothes that were like.. 15% scarier yet more fashionable than the ones he wears in canon. The only reason he toned it down was because someone whose opinion he cared about (it was Thor) made a joking comment about his appearance looking “wicked” or “evil” and it made him feel self conscious, so he changed how he dressed. :(

6.) He was rocking the whole short hair look years before Thor in Ragnarok. In fact, by pre-canon Loki’s standards, his hair in Thor 1 was even a bit too long. He did this because a.) he hates how his natural curls soften him and will do anything to get rid of them and b.) in Asgard short hair wasn’t really worn by noblemen because it symbolised servitude, so this was Loki’s subtle way of being defiant and deviating from the norm.

7.) As Frigga said in Endgame, Loki is very good at sneaking. Even when he’s not trying to. There have been many-an-accident in the Palace of Asgard because he unintentionally almost gave Thor a heart attack.

8.) Loki and Thor weren’t always at each other’s throats. They actually got along pretty well up until Odin started planning for the coronation. Loki was still jealous of the way Thor was treated compared to the way he was treated, but he knew that wasn’t Thor’s fault- not really. And Thor was still arrogant and entitled, but that was mostly directed at other people and not his own family, so while Loki knew about Thor’s character flaws, it didn’t really effect him personally. When the planning started, though, Thor gradually became even more superior and insufferable than normal, and Loki became even more bitter and unsettled, and their relationship just kind of went downhill from there.

9.) Loki absolutely joined the Mile High Club with that flight attendant from the first episode of the show. Her name was Florence and she was adorable, Loki thought so too.

10.) Loki’s the only person on Asgard who can beat Volstagg at an eating competition. He has a giant’s metabolism, after all. And, contrary to his elegant and refined tastes in most other areas, he’s actually a straight-up carnivore. I mean he eats other foods too, obviously, but meats are by far his favourites. Boar, fish, poultry, steak. Just meats. He doesn’t know it, but this is because frost giants are mostly carnivorous.

11.) His relationship with the Warriors 4 was always split down the middle. He and Sif always hated each other. Hogun never trusted him and Loki never had any interest in spending time with Hogun. Fandral and Volstagg, on the other hand, were always much nicer and Loki always sort of considered them his friends as well as Thor’s. This is why they were more reluctant to believe that he’d let the frost giants in in Thor 1.

12.) I refuse to believe Loki doesn’t have at least one tattoo somewhere. Probably more. Probably of a snake. The only parts of his body we didn’t see naked in Episode 1 were his thighs, lower back, knee area, pelvic region, and the back of his neck. So it’s gotta be in one of those places. (Might I suggest: snake thigh tattoo, tiny nape tat, goth tramp stamp lol, rune tat behind his ear, Norse mythos leg tat, badass above-dick tattoo).

13.) Loki’s prickly and insecure and has layers like an onion, but once you get to the point of actually being friends with him, he’s a total sweetheart. I mean a literal smol dork. A bit hyperactive and excitable, but still very very soft. It’s because he’s had so few actual friends in his life.

14.) Sometimes Loki only goes a few days before his gender changes, sometimes he stays one gender for years at a time. And he tends to shapeshift his body to match. That being said, one of his biggest pet peeves is how his other-gendered clothes get all dusty and musty when they have to stay in the closet for long stretches of time. So he’s taken to wearing luxurious gowns around the house when he’s in his male form. You know, just to air them out.

15.) Loki hates sleeping with people. Sex is fine, but he’s just so solitary and paranoid that he’s never been comfortable sleeping in a bed with another person. This may or may not have gotten him in trouble a few times when his partners woke up and found him gone lol.

16.) Laufey is actually incredibly similar to Loki, the way Odin is very similar to Thor. He prefers smaller blades (ice daggers), he’s very analytical and calculating, he’s very calm and non-confrontational even when he’s in a stressful situation, and tbh he seems like a better king than Odin- much like Loki probably would’ve been a better kind than Thor. (Whoopsie this one’s a bit controversial)

17.) Loki adores animals! …But he’s also a bit obsessive about keeping his environment clean. Not organised, per se, just clean. And animals tend to be hairy and slobbery and feathery and slimy and poopy and dirty, so he’s never been able to have a pet. He just takes a lot of nature walks to compensate :)

18.) All jotuns are naturally intersex, including Loki. This is a bit unusual for Asgardians, but because Loki is genderfluid and a natural-born shapeshifter- and has always had a tendency to change his body parts around as his gender changes (male, female, both, neither)- he’s never had a reason to find it very odd. In hindsight, that was one of the many eccentricities that should have made him realise something was a little fishy with his “asgardian” genetics.

19.) The snake + stabbing story from Ragnarok was nowhere near as nefarious as Thor made it seem. What actually happened was: Someone accidentally mixed a real knife in with the blunted practice knives. Thor and Loki didn’t know this, of course, and when they were playing a battle game, Loki ended up with the real knife. When Loki “won” and went to “vanquish his enemy” he ended up actually stabbing Thor for real. They were both hysterical and it took longer to calm Loki down than his brother. It ended up just being a flesh wound, though, so everything turned out fine.

20.) A lot of people think Loki discovered his “secret passageways between worlds” from TDW through some sort of inter-realm questing or magical study or something, but in reality, he discovered them when he was like 16 and desperately trying to find a way to sneak out of Asgard without Heimdall telling his parents.

Tagging @natures-marvel & @little-s-creampuff for expressing interest. Thx for listening to my mad ravings lmao <3