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loki-cees-all · 1 year ago

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Keeping Score {TVA!Loki x Female Reader One-Shot}

Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link

Pairing : TVA!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : You’re stressed, you’re exhausted, you’re sick and tired of absolutely everything right now. Loki decides that the best way to distract you from all of that is to make you count how many times he makes you come.

W/c : 2.2k words

Content / Warnings : Soft Dom!Loki, established relationship, smut, fingering.

Author's Note : Welp. Since I’ve been just a massive ball of stress and nerves lately, I thought I’d write something about Loki’s lap to help calm me down. (Spoilers: It just made me riled up in a very different way. Oops!) Enjoy! <3

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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“How many times is that now, darling?”

Loki’s question sounded like it came from dozens of miles away even though he’d murmured it directly against the shell of your ear. His words sloshed in your head as it lolled back against his broad shoulder, and your shaky breath caught in your throat. Sweat coated your brow, your heart thundered in your chest. Your muscles clenched uncontrollably, and your toes felt like they’d been curled into a permanent and formally unnatural position. Your thighs, spread wide and dangling over each armrest of his tufted wingback chair, trembled and shook helplessly.

Behind you, Loki’s presence was even, firm, solid. You could feel the steady thrum of his heart against your back, his restrained breath ghosting against your neck in a constant rhythm. Despite the cool aura he normally projected, you knew he was just as excited as you were - from the way his thighs tensed underneath yours, to how his rock-hard cock throbbed against your bare ass from underneath his trousers. His voice was low and hoarse, but still measured, still somewhat under his control - but he was absolutely loving this little game.

“Well, pet? Are you going to answer me or not?”

A soft little moan was all you could manage to respond with. You desperately wanted to answer, but right now, you simply lacked the brainpower to give a coherent one. Divine and relentless pleasure still radiated up and down your spine with each featherlight stroke of his fingers against your soaked cunt; he hadn’t stopped touching you since the last one, and you felt like you were liquefying in his lap; maintaining a solid form in the presence of all this ecstasy was just too much effort.

And that was exactly what you had asked for tonight, wasn’t it?

Specifically, what you had said was that you didn’t want to be capable of thinking for a while. You wanted to be so very drunk and dumb, from both lust and pleasure, to be so thoroughly touched and explored that the stress of TVA case files and incident reports and the perpetual lies over your very own existence were nothing more than a distant memory.

Due dates, timelines, the anxieties of life itself, and the horrors of the massive problems the TVA currently faced - you wanted it all to mean nothing to you anymore. Just for a moment, you wanted a tiny flicker of peace inside this wretched little cosmos, and your lover was the only one who could give that to you.

Loki, of course, had then turned that request into a delightful little game: how many times could he make you come before you simply lost count of them all?

After your quick and enthusiastic agreement to this evening’s activity, you soon found yourself seated comfortably in the God of Mischief’s lap. His nimble fingers had removed your clothing in a flash, leaving you bare and exposed while he remained in his normal TVA uniform - just the way you liked it. You absolutely loved being naked while he remained clothed; for some strange reason, it reminded you that no matter the problem, that no matter how dire the circumstances seemed, Loki still had everything under control - and that made your lack of it so very comforting.

Once you were ready, he’d started off by cupping your breasts while he kissed your neck. Both thumbs brushed delicately against your quickly stiffening nipples, and you’d squirmed in his lap while your cunt clenched around nothing. Instinctively, you’d moved to squeeze your thighs together and give yourself some kind of pressure to roll against, but Loki had instantaneously put a stop to that. His large hand had gripped the inside of your thigh and separated it from the other, and you could feel his hungry eyes devouring the sight of your rapidly dripping sex from over your shoulder.

From there, his other hand snaked its way down, over your ribs and down past your belly to graze your clit. He’d moved slowly, taking his time to thoroughly tease and stimulate the area, caressing gently back and forth with just the barest hint of pressure. On the next pass through, he pressed a little bit harder, collecting your ever-growing arousal and spreading it around with his fingertips. He’d let out a groan of appreciation, so deep and so feral, that it had made you come for the first time tonight.

It wasn’t a big orgasm, but it was enough to stretch and loosen the muscles of your body, leaving you relaxed, comfortably warm and somewhat limp in his lap; a nice little warm-up climax, Loki had always called it. With a devilish grin, he’d calmed and soothed your mind until it passed, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances while you’d trembled. And once it was over, he’d repeat the process again, upping the ante with each cycle, pressing a little bit harder and moving a little bit faster, cranking the intensity of each subsequent climax higher and higher.

He’d alternate increasing the speed of his fingers, their angle, and then their depth. The filth he’d whisper as he drew each orgasm out would become even dirtier, and the praise he’d murmured afterwards would somehow be way more celestial and glorious than it had any right to be. The ambrosian tones in his voice rolled in waves, from rough to demulcent, shifting in sync with the euphoric fireworks all bursting simultaneously inside your spine, and then simmering patiently together before the next spark set them off again.

“Come on, love. Don’t tell me the game is over already…” As his lips grazed the cartilage of you ear, you let out a dazed whimper. The hand gripping your thigh slid up to your throat, and his fingers extended to tilt your chin towards him. He knew full well that the game wasn’t over yet, because your safe word was still tucked securely in its bed - and there was no way you were going to utter it now.

The blurred angles of your beautiful God danced within your heady vision. Your eyelids fluttered open and closed, trying to will his features to become fixed again so you could admire him fully. Eventually his lopsided brow slowly came into view, arched perfectly over his deep green and wandering eyes. A roguish glint had etched itself deep inside his irises, and his lips were curled in a esurient but disciplined manner. He was gorgeous and stoic, sensual and vivacious, and he could easily do this all night if you had wanted him to.

A heavy breath tumbled from your parted lips, and your answer was both murmured and dreamy. “No…no, it’s not over yet…”

“That’s good. That’s very good…” Loki hummed his approval, softly dragging his knuckles along your cheek. “But I’m still going to need a number, darling…how many times have you come undone on my fingers tonight?”

He punctuated his question with a slight increase of pressure against your clit, and you shuddered in response. The backs of your thighs pulled against the leathered armrests of his chair as you shifted in his lap, and your fingers clenched tighter around the straps of his sword holster. Your hips writhed uncontrollably with the circular motions of his fingers, and you moaned out something incoherent, hoping that would suffice for the time being.

“Such a silly little girl…” Loki teased with a chuckle. His fingers shifted tempo, adding speed along with the increased pressure. “We both know that was nonsense…”

“Jesus Christ, I - ” Your gasp was cut off by another moan, and your lower half arched itself off from his lap to roll harder against his touch. Another orgasm was building quickly, and you craved it like the sea needed the sky.

“Close, but that’s not quite my name, nor what I asked for…” Loki tsked. His words oozed elegance and charm, in direct contrast to the image of you spread wide in his chair, your slickened and swollen cunt still begging for even more stimulation somehow.

“Oh, fuck - Loki!” you moaned as he changed tactics and slipped two fingers inside you. This time your eyes shot open to watch as he buried them, and then slowly drew them out. Arousal coated the digits, sparkling in the dim candlelight of your private quarters, and then he was calmly pushing them back in again. You clenched hard around his fingers and felt yourself growing even more impossibly wet as they curled and effortlessly reached all the right places to make the next orgasm that much more powerful.

“Answer me, girl,” he groaned, becoming more breathless himself as you became more excited. He pressed his lips against your ear and buried his nose against your scalp. “Give me the number…”

“Six! Five! Seventeen!” you cried out, not caring if any of them were the right answer. Your heartbeat was out of control, your lungs were heaving for oxygen as gasoline filled your veins. Every bit of you was tightened, clenched, stiff and sticky. His fingers were relentless, pushing you to your absolute limits, and you wanted to exist in this blissful state for the rest of your life.

“Oh, you’re such a dirty, filthy girl. You love this, don’t you?” He slipped another finger inside you. Three of them now stroked you from the inside, over and over again, while his thumb continued massaging your clit on the outside. “You love coming, you love being a mess, you love being so lecherous, don’t you?”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his other hand curled around your throat again. The words TVA no longer had any meaning to you. You forgot your own name, you forgot his name. There was nothing left inside your brain, and the pleasure was so intense that you couldn’t even remember why you’d wanted this in the first place. “Once! Twice! 87 times!”

Loki laughed, and suddenly withdrew his fingers to delicately caress your clit with them instead. “Come now, pet. We both know those aren’t the right answers…”

The lack of pressure was jarring, and your eyes widened in shock. You let out the most pathetic of whimpers, slamming your hand on top of his in a desperate plea for his previous pace to resume, but it was pointless. He wouldn’t acquiesce.

“What if I don’t let you come again until you answer correctly, hmm? Would you like that?”

You whimpered again, squirming and shifting to get the pressure back. You turned, nuzzling your face against his without caring about how pathetic you looked. “Please? Please let me come again?”

Loki groaned, and pulled you back down to sitting. Your full weight was back on his legs and hips, and his cock was somehow even harder than it had even been before. “Fine. I’ll give you a hint, love…Not once, not twice, not three times…”

His breath was heady and hot against your lips. He was dying to make you come again, just as much as you were ready to explode. That was what separated him from everyone else, and just one of the things that had made you forever devoted to this God of Chaos.

“Four…” you whispered correctly. “Four times…”

As soon as the last syllable was uttered, Loki was crushing his lips against yours. His fingers slipped back inside you, and he kissed and fucked you until your fifth orgasm reached its precipice. A bolt of lightning shot up your spine, burning and convulsing every muscle you had as you came again, harder than any other time before.

In your mind, the seas parted and the clouds disappeared. An aurora unleashed itself between the tendrils of your nerves, and your entire body thrashed in sheer and utter pleasure. Loki held you firm as you spasmed in his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist as his fingers pumped for a few more moments, then slowly withdrew to caress you so very gently in a soothing motion.

You shivered and melted, moaning and whimpering against his lips as they moved to your cheek and then down to your neck. His heart thundered against your back, and his breath was as shaky as yours while you tried to recover. Your thighs were still shaking uncontrollably when he gently guided them off the armrests and pushed them closed.

“I love you…” you murmured dizzily as he turned you to nestle back against his chest. He was so strong and comfortable and protective like this, and he smelled like stardust and the deepest, greenest forest.

Could you actually remember what forests smelled like, or were you just dreaming that you could? It didn’t matter; they were all the same thing, after all.

“I love you too…” Loki answered softly. His lips brushed against your temple, and his secure arms wrapped tightly around you.

Loki - that was his name. That was the only thing in your head now. Deadlines and existential dread were nothing more than faint nightmares, long since forgotten. A thing of the past, a thing you’d just made up one night when your imagination got away from you.

Loki was now the only thing that mattered, the only thing worth focusing on. And that was basically what you had asked for, wasn’t it?

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themissinghand · 2 years ago

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Omniscient Reader Viewpoint Have You Seen My Werepuppy?

Summary: In which our lovely regressor turned into a werewolf and craves your attention. (Or Kim Dokja wants some love too)

Pairing: Yoo Joonghyuk x GN! Reader x Kim Dokja

Note: Love these two idiots to death. So here is a fluffy short.

Warning: None.

★・・・・・・★

[New Scenario available]

[Only available to incarnation "Yoo Joongyhyuk"]

[Accept?]

[Yes/No]

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ urges incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to accept the scenario]

"What is the reward?" Yoo Joonghyuk says, suspicious of his intentions.

[10,000 coins]

"What do I have to do?"

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ tells incarnation "Yoo Joonghyuk" to make a choice quickly before he offers it to other incarnations]

Yoo Joonghyuk twitched his eyebrow before he glared at the floating blue screen.

"Don't you dare." Han Sooyoung (who believed she was at the wrong place and wrong time), warned him.

"If it's something dangerous, I'm not going to take responsibility for your sorry ass."

"Shut up."

Without another moment of thought, Yoo Joonghyuk accepted the scenario.

"You idiot-"

A bright light and Yoo Joonghyuk prepared himself for a fight.

But once the bright light faded away, there was nothing but a blue screen in front of him.

He heard a dramatic gasp beside him, but his focus was on the blue screen. His eyes widened before he dropped to the ground on one knee and he felt his body change.

He can hear Loki, that bastard, and Han Sooyoung just laughing at him.

“For a scary bastard like you, you have a fluffy ass tail!”

Kim Dokja wasn't sure what he was witnessing.

Everyone was panicking, to say the least, and you weren’t there.

Perfect.

A growling Yoo Joonghyuk in werewolf form. His sword was gripped tightly in his hand, and no matter what others were yelling, he wouldn't budge. It was as if he was protecting his territory, and Kim Dokja assumed it was because of his new transformation.

Kim Dokja curses at whichever constellation that did this.

Kim Dokja felt a chill down his spine when the protagonist met his eyes. It was glaring at him like a mad dog, while grinding his teeth and brandishing his sword.

What did he do now? He didn't even do anything!

What could he even do? When that sunfish is swinging swords at whoever comes close? When that bastard is so angry that he is emitting such a murderous aura?

Damn you protagonist!

"What's going on?" Kim Dokja let out a sign of relief when you walked to his side.

You who had just come back from your training with Jung Heewon, and were very much tired to deal with this, but came anyway.

After all, it is the sunfish bastard that you and Kim Dokja know very well.

As a fellow reader who committed to finishing the longest web novel in history, you bet that you would be here (with Kim Dokja) to make sure the protagonist survives.

That is what you two swore upon after the world turned upside down. Just an oath between readers, as friends, to survive.

"That idiot turned into a werewolf!"

Thanks Han Sooyoung.

"Is it Loki again?" You responded immediately and Kim Dokja returned a nod and a sigh.

“God Dammit. Alright, so Dokja, any plans or…”

Dokja put a hand on your shoulder, “Nope, I got none-”

Holy shit, did Yoo Joonghyuk just growl at him?

Kim Dokja heard a sigh beside him and something about more work before his best friend walked ahead.

"(Y/N)! Don't get too close!"

"That ahjussi went crazy!"

"Stay back! You're not a match for Master!"

The kids yelled and even Kim Dokja wanted to stop you, but after he saw how calm and collected you were, Kim Dokja held back.

As always, you were confident and quick to adapt in any situation. Perhaps you noticed something about the werewolf state.

Until Kim Dokja saw you unbuttoning the top button and exposing your neck-

"(Y/N)! What are you doing?" Kim Dokja flushes. He would have rushed to your side if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't ready to pounce on him.

"What a big angry pup." Kim Dokja hopes that his best friend won't be cut in half.

But it was odd. The closer you went, the less fussy that sunfish seemed. In fact, when you stood in front of the growling wolf, the wolf seem to stop and wonder as well.

On how in the world that this little person wasn't afraid of him, and why they was exposing their neck-

“(Y/N)!”

You put up both hands in surrender before you spoke.

"Put down your sword, Joonghyuk-ah."

Slowly (shockingly), the protagonist lowered his sword. Then, he just stared.

What the fuck is happening?

The sunfish hugged you and buried his face deep in the older's shoulder. Wait no, the Yoo Joonghyuk was sniffing your neck like a wolf.

You and Kim Dokja let out a long sigh.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?" Kim Dokja flinched when Yoo Joonghyuk growled at him and wrapped both arms around you possessively.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I'm fine. At least for now."

"Shouldn't we try to reverse this?"

"We could, but we don't know what scenario Joonghyuk-ah got. Whatever it is, I'm assuming he must finish it. Right Loki?"

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is nodding in agreement]

"Then shouldn't we try to get Master to communicate with us?"

You rubbed the little wolf’s head and the other responded by rubbing his head back.

Who would have thought that Yoo Joonghyuk could be tamed?

Kim Dokja on the other hand, felt like whatever this scenario was, Yoo Joonghyuk was taking full advantage of it, seeing how the wolf kept looking his way in a smug way.

"He can't read, write, or speak, but he can fight like a wolf, and recognize people. Though if there is one thing about the scenario, it most likely has something to do with me."

“Yea, and against me.” You chuckled at your best friend’s annoyed face, and he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright, give me a day and I’ll see if I can figure it out. I'm gonna spend a day with this baby wolf."

“Baby wolf? More like a beast.” Han Sooyoung quipped, and many agreed.

You on the other hand had no issues, even while feeling the wolf’s sharp teeth against your neck. You thought it was cute that the Yoo Joonghyuk wanted your attention.

"If we're talking about taming animals, usually it would be Gilyoung-ah and Yoosung-ah to take care of it. But this one bites. So I'll take care of it." The children nod reluctantly.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is amused by this situation]

While others seem a bit hesitant, after your reassurance, they trusted you to figure this out. Kim Dokja on the other hand, was very worried, and so decided to stay in the vicinity in case anything were to go wrong.

"Now then," You lean back into Yoo Joonghyuk’s chest and his body, feeling his body engulf your smaller one.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is cooing at how cute you two look]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

"Let's tame a wolf."

Kim Dokja couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous (just a little), as he watched his best friend invest all of their attention on the protagonist.

And he knows that the werewolf is happy and smug about it!

When you feed Yoo Joonghyuk, when you groom him, and when you have to physically entertain him, Kim Dokja knew this was a scenario to mess with him.

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ hints to Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to steal Incarnation ‘(Y/N)’ away]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ agrees and urges Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to be a brave man]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is excited for the drama to unfold and is at the edge of her seats]

Kim Dokja sighs and before he could say anything, you called.

“Dokja! I think I know what it is now!”

Kim Dokja widen his eyes in relief, finally-

“I think he just wants to make you jealous, so you have to kiss him or something. Like Beauty and the Beast!”

Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ squeals]

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is pulling out his hair]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is questioning your IQ but encourages anyway]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ have sponsored you 1000 coins]

“Haha, just kidding, look at your faces. Ow, Hey!” Yoo Joonghyuk nibs at your neck, leaving another mark.

“(Y/N)...” Kim Dokja groans in frustration.

“But I do know the solution.” You say while suddenly standing up, knocking the wolf in his chin, and in that swift moment, you flipped your positions, with the wolf under your knee.

“You’re a good boy aren’t you?”

In the next moment, you kissed the fluttered wolf on his nose and then whispered in his ear,

“What a good boy.” In the most seductive voice you can mutter.

“(Y/N)?!” Kim Dokja blushed slightly at how provocative you and Yoo Joonghyuk's position looked.

One part of him want to be in that position too-

“Alright, you got what you wanted right? Loki?”

[The Constellation ‘Constellation Who Likes to Change Genders’ is happy]

“What? What did he want?” Kim Dokja was confused in the midst of all the messages from literally every constellation.

Until Kim Dokja saw it.

Yoo Joonghyuk in his human form, blushing.

Under you.

It didn’t last long before he violently reacted and wanted to murder both of you, but by then, you and Kim Dokja had already ran for your lives, and you with a picture in your hand.

“Worth it!”

“Bruh, you’re telling me the Yoo Joonghyuk has a praise kink?”

Han Sooyoung began running too.

“Oh and Dokja,” Kim Dokja looked your way, and suddenly he received a peck on his cheek.

“Don’t sulk just because you didn’t get a kiss.”

“Wha-” Kim Dokja flushed and put a hand to cover it.

“Don’t worry, you’re a good boy too.”

“(Y/N)!” He screeches as he suddenly sprints faster away in embarrassment.

“(Y/N)! Collect your wolf hubby!”

"I'm going to kill you (Y/N)!"

The chaos lasted for a bit, and in the midst of all that chaos, Loki was able to auction the video and images of every moment in the scenario.

Needless to say, Uriel and Secretive Plotter was definitely winning the majority of that auction.

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thebunnyslibrary · 11 months ago

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Movement

summary. You are the visiting princess of a kingdom in need. Instead, Loki will come to the aid of your needs. Having been searching for an element of sweetness for a spell, he finds himself drawn to you, especially when he senses a dark aura shielding your true self.

characters. Loki x Plus Size!Reader

word count. 7.4k

warnings. Asshole Parents, Death of a Sibling, Fatphobia, Dirty Talk, Use of Magic for Bondage

Masterlist

It was yet another frustrating day for Loki. He’d been trying for weeks to perfect a new spell, but for the life of him he couldn’t determine what the issue was.

The recipe in the tomes called for an element of sweetness. He’d tried every sweet element he could think of from every realm, but nothing worked. And now there was this visitation from an allied kingdom to deal with. Dawning his helmet, he took his step on the dais, next to his brother and behind his mother.

“Everything alright Loki?” Frigga asked.

“No worse than usual. Just a finicky spell.” Loki replied.

“I noticed my supplies were disappearing faster than I was using them.”

“My apologies, mother. I’ve been searching for an element of sweetness and cannot figure out exactly what the spell needs.”

Frigga smiled a knowing smile and gave Loki’s hand a squeeze before resuming her royal stature. Loki glanced at Thor, who still looked fairly hungover from the previous evening’s rabblerousing revelries; despite it being long past the morning hour. Loki rolled his eyes and resumed his stoic-ness to prepare for the visitors.

A visiting king and queen were appearing before the All-Father. He knew not why, only that they needed help with their daughter. Loki knew nothing about her. Nobody seemed to have anything to say besides 'Her eyes are nice.' He was half expecting her to just be a giant eyeball. Far stranger creatures had walked the halls of Asgard.

What he was not expecting was the goddess who entered the great hall behind her parents, looking only at the floor. Her rubenesque figure had Loki's hands clenching into fists at the thought of her thighs wrapped around his head. But Loki also sensed a dark, sad energy. This girl carried a true heartache, but why? Loki could not resist looking inside her mind.

Smile. Stand straight. Don't speak unless spoken too. You repeated all this to yourself while trying to make yourself smaller; not an easy feat to do with your wide hips and round tummy. Your parents were the king and queen and it was your duty as a princess to represent the future of your kingdom. Especially after the reputation your older brother had set.

He'd deserted the throne, choosing instead a life of debauchery, opium, and in the end, crime. 2 years ago, news had arrived that your brother, the once crown prince, was found dead in a tavern; leaving you the only child of the throne. Now, with your parents growing older, there was talk amongst the kingdom of what would happen when their reign ended.

Your father and Odin spoke for some time, with Odin expressing condolences for your brother and your father explaining the depth of your kingdom's now precarious situation. But your father was not entirely truthful, choosing instead to weave a story of how your brother died heroically in battle.

"All-Father. We seek your council. We have always been good allies, a healthy tradeship, and now… we seek the hand of one of your sons for my daughter. To carry on our legacy." You looked between the two princes. Prince Thor, who seemed only half paying attention and had barely glanced his eyes at you before your father’s request, was now eyeing you with distaste; something you were used to.

The other prince, though, his face was set and his eyes were calculative, planning. But something about him seemed to draw you in; Almost in a warm and comforting way. You knew less about the younger prince, but you felt connected to him, if only because of his position as the second child. You wondered what his reaction to you is…

A husband?? For you??? Loki's heart raced at the thought. Surely your parents would most likely want Thor. Loki turned to the great oaf who was looking at you like a bug beneath his boot.

Loki however, couldn't help admiring you like art. He kept his face controlled and regal like a proper prince, but inside he felt something drawing him towards you. Maybe it was the sadness he felt coming from you. Your face was very neutral but he could feel an aura of sadness around you. But something was looking to escape; Loki could not determine what, only that it made him feel lighter than air. Loki turned to Odin, awaiting his decision.

"And what does she have to say?" The All-Father asked, inviting you to speak for yourself for the first time since you’d entered the hall. His question surprised you, but your father beckoned you forward; a stern look on his face, reminding you not to say anything stupid.

"I want…what is best for my kingdom" You said, speaking the truth. There were many other things you wanted. You wanted to spend your days drawing, painting, reading, indulging in all of life's pleasures, as you believed all in the kingdom who wish to do so should be. And you weren't dumb by any means, you could easily engage in conversation for hours about literature and philosophy, even policy. But still your parents believed you were not disciplined enough to rule. Especially not with how people talked about you, particularly your figure.

Your mother and father were not exactly small people, and somehow their genetics had combined to give you broader everything, hips, waist, though not as much your chest. This all meant you often drew comments about selfishness; especially with your parents ever increasing taxes.

You truly wanted what was best for your people. And your parents decided this was it. To marry a strong king whom your parents trusted to rule the kingdom while you played the role of silent wife.

The All Father considered you a moment before nodding "Very well. I would like your daughter to stay here in Asgard for a week and allow my sons to court her. So long as everything goes well, a marriage will be arranged." Hearing this, your parents were overjoyed, holding each other closely; but not looking at you.

"Oh thank you All Father!" your father cried. Odin stood up, declaring "Tonight, we will celebrate with a banquet." You froze.

Oh no. Not a banquet. A loud noisy party with too much food. You swallowed your dread as your mother said to you.

“Come, we’ll get you dressed.” You looked back to the younger prince before you exited the great hall, seeing what looked like a smirk playing at his lips.

As soon as the doors closed, Loki had a sudden spark of inspiration in the back of his head. Even though your parents did not see, he'd seen your eyes light up, and the darkness around you flashed…green.

“And where are you off to, my son?” Frigga asked.

“To prepare for banquet, of course.” Loki replied mischievously.

An hour or so later, you were tucked into a slightly ill-fitting purple dress, a corset making you appear somewhat thinner and pushing your chest up (though nothing hid your voluptuous behind). Your mother did her best to comfort you, but she was still in mourning of your brother. Her moods fluctuated between looking through you and criticizing you. Tonight unfortunately, she’d chosen to criticize.

“There will be a lot of food tonight. Remember you do not need to sample anything.”

Your father also took his chance to get a few harsh words in “You may not be able to reel in Prince Thor but the younger son would work too. I’ve heard he’s smart. And strategic.”

“What is his name?” you asked.

“I don’t remember.” Typical of your father, never remembering the details. “I will advise you to be wary though. The younger prince is a master of magic, I’m not sure whether it for bad or good.”

“Stop fidgeting.” Your mother said as she smoothed out your dress, trying to hide anything she deemed ‘too fat.’

“The maids said he had a nickname…Silver Tongue? They said it’s because he is…well, charming.”

“The maids are a bunch of whores and gossips.” Your father said, rolling his eyes. “They call him Silver Tongue because he is a master manipulator. So keep your wits about you. …what little you have. Now, be down in the banquet hall in 25 minutes.”

Your mother gave you one sympathetic pat on the shoulder before they left you alone with your thoughts.

Once again you’d been fooled and your father made you feel like you were mentally incompetent. It wasn’t really your fault though, you just wanted to try to make friends and couldn’t tell when someone was deceiving you. It came from your good-natured heart. But Loki, there was something about him that made you want to truly open up. You wondered where he was, how he was preparing for what you were sure was going to be a disaster of a night.

Loki looked around corner into the kitchen; and the only person there was the head cook, stirring away at some pot for the banquet, muttering about how Odin would throw something like this on her at the last minute. Perfect, so focused on her own issues she never saw Loki sneak up behind her and wave his hand, opening up her mind to suggestion.

“My prince, is there something I can do for you?” She asked him, a faint green glow in her eyes.

“Yes actually. I believe that extravagant chocolate cake of yours would be a perfect desert choice for tonight. Don’t you agree?” Loki said.

“Of course, my prince.

“Oh, and make sure this makes its way into the princess’s serving.” Loki handed her a small green bottle. A concoction of his own brewing.

“Of course, my prince”

“One last thing, forget I was ever here.”

The cook blinked and she was alone in the kitchen, with no memory of the last few moments. All she knew was she had to get to work on chocolate cake for the banquet. And ensure wherever this potion had come from, it was in the princess’ dessert.

The banquet looked immaculate, given the last-minute plans. Banners of your kingdom had been hung alongside those of Asgard, hoping to bring good luck to a potential union. And as you’d dreaded, the food all looked so exquisite and tempting.

Asgardian diet was very protein and fat heavy. Meats, cheeses, mead. There were more grapes in the wine being served than physically on the table. There were a few lighter options, but they were more meant as palette cleansers than actual food. You’d taken the smallest serving of meat and potatoes possible, but your stomach growled and your mouth watered at the delicious sights and smells; longing to partake in every one of them. The food was certainly the highlight of the banquet so far.

You’d danced with Thor before dinner, though he barely engaged you in conversation. He had asked about your kingdom, but when you’d started to talk about the kingdom’s people and the cultures, Thor rudely interrupted to know about your country’s resources, their exports, and you clammed up. Thankfully the dance ended there, saving you from having to answer.

While you knew the country’s resources, you believed more in the sharing of cultures, rather than just buying and selling of things. You couldn’t even enjoy the feeling his strong arms around you because he moved you with no care, as if loading a cart.

After dinner was dessert and then you were supposed to dance with the other prince. He hadn’t come to ask you to dance yet, leaving you to sit and stare at what had to be the most amazing chocolate cake you could ever dream of. It was 3 beautiful layers of sponge with crème in between each layer and fresh raspberries on top. But you knew if you had a bite, you’d never hear the end of it from your parents.

Somehow it seemed your piece was almost double the size of the ones of your parents, making them stare at you accusatory, but you hadn’t done anything. It wasn’t as if you’d asked for a larger piece.

“Why, my lady, you haven’t touched your desert.” A smooth voice broke through your thoughts and you looked up into piercing green eyes. The prince was staring at you. He was dressed as he was earlier in the great hall, including his golden horned helmet and his flowing green cape.. You stared in awe at the way his helmet shined in the light. Until you realized you’d left him unanswered.

“N-no, your highness. It’s alright though. I’m not hungry. And I owe you a dance.” You insisted.

“Oh, princess. I wouldn’t dream of taking a woman from her desert. Especially a chocolate cake as delicious as this.” He said, temptingly. He came around the side of the table to sit in what was now an empty seat to your right. He took your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips, making sure to meet your eyes so you could see the fire burning in them. “Prince Loki, at your service.” You gave him yours, feeling your face heat up as he repeated it back to you, rolling off his tongue like poetry.

He picked up one of the golden forks, and taking a generous sized bite.

“You…you’re going to feed me?” you asked, astonished.

“I am at your service, after all.” When you didn’t react, still hearing your mother’s voice in your head. He took a kinder smile, his eyes softening. “Entertain me one bite, princess. I simply have to the see the look on that face when you indulge in …something sweet.”

Loki was watching your face indeed, and your aura. He knew if you took one bite of the cake, the potion he’d mixed would release your inhibitions and you would be your true self, the self that Loki was dying to meet behind your beautiful eyes and bountiful curves.

You looked around, seeing your parents were busy talking to the All Father and Mother.

“I suppose one bite would be alright.” And you weren’t sure you could deny Loki, the name was different to you but it seemed playful and fun, certainly as much as the man looking at you now. He hadn’t asked you a single question, hadn’t even asked for his dance but was instead urging you to…have cake? You opened your mouth and he slipped the fork between your lips.

The taste was anything far better than you’d imagined. The cake was made with rich Asgardian chocolate that legend said was the aphrodisiac used to conceive the gods. The sponge of the cake itself was pillowy soft. While the tartness of the raspberry managed to cut through all the sugar to compliment the edge of bitterness that gave way to a sweet aftertaste as the silky frosting melted in your mouth. You couldn’t stop the moan that let loose from your lips.

You covered your mouth in shock. “Please, forgive me your highness. That was highly inappropriate.”

“Perish the thought darling. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did.” Loki said. You looked at him confused. Surely he was jesting? “Come, I believe I’ll have that dance now.”

The feeling of Loki’s arms was much different than that of Thor’s. While Thor handled you like a bag of flower, Loki held you with great care. Making you feel safe and secure. While not as bulky as his brother, Loki seemed to possess a different kind of strength. One meant to fight to defend, not necessarily attack.

A sweet soft song filled the room as the musicians began to play. You’d never considered yourself a dancer, always worried what someone would say of your form. But now, with Loki, you felt like a leaf drifting in the wind. With Loki leading, you felt free to just enjoy yourself in the movement.

“I suppose you want to talk about my kingdom’s resources? Thor certainly did.” You said.

“Believe me I am nothing like my brother.” You could relate to that. “And you don’t seem all that interested in talking about resources, though.” He looked at you inquisitively. And though your instincts ordered you to clam up and nod, you couldn’t help yourself from saying

“No, I believe we should use our resources to help our less fortunate. Keep some to trade as needed, but I believe we should exchange cultures, not currency, first.” You froze in disbelief; you couldn’t even imagine how stupid you sounded.

“I agree.” Loki’s velvet voice shook you from your self-doubting. “Royalty must think of the people; otherwise they’re likely to lead a short rule with a bloody end.”

“Something my family has had to re-learn; for example, ignoring a kingdom to focus on one royal member.” Despite your newfound willingness to keep talking, you did give pause when the conversation started to shift to your brother.

Loki sensed your usual instinct weighing out his potion and decided to change the subject. “I completely understand. Tell me about your kingdom instead.”

“We were once a society that valued great art.” You explained, wistfully.

“Once? No longer?” Loki inquired.

“No; our kingdom has unfortunately turned selfish and judgmental, choosing to value a high standard of beauty, not just passion and creation for passion and creation’s sake.” Your angers and frustrations flowed so willingly; despite the years of repression your parents had forced on you.

“I see.” Loki pulled you closer to him. You two were quiet for a minute, letting you admire his face. You knew plenty about his eyes; sparkling like a thousand emeralds in a dragon’s hoard. But now you were close, you could see the pink plushness of his lips, the angular jaw of his chin, and you could feel his inky black hair tickling your fingers as you moved your hand up his back slightly. Not to mention the solid muscle you felt underneath his fine Asgardian leather.

“It’s such a pity that a kingdom who cannot see beauty when it’s right in front of them.” He certainly lived up to his nickname. You were sure he was just being polite, playing his part as royal prince. “Tell me, princess, do you value great art?” His question caught you off guard.

“I-I certainly do. In fact, one reason I was excited to come to Asgard was to see the great gallery.”

“Perhaps you will allow me to give you a tour of them?” he offered.

“Allow? Your highness, it is my understanding that you are to be in charge.”

“And it is my understanding; that I am far more interested in what you want, princess. And I’ll hope you want to call me by my name. It sounds so lovely coming from your luscious lips.”

“Y-Yes Loki.”

“Good girl.” Those two words; you’d read them plenty of times in the books you squirreled away from the royal library (grateful that the elderly librarian was your confidant). But you’d never dreamed that someone, especially someone as handsome and with a voice like Loki’s would actually say them to you. Hearing them sent a shiver down your spine that settled in your core, making you clench your thighs.

“Are you an artist yourself, princess?” Loki asked, carrying on as if nothing happened. But he knew, Your aura was glowing a brilliant bright green. You were his element of sweetness.

“I…I do like to paint sometimes. But I’m not very good.” You admitted, finally finding your voice again.

“I’m sure they are lovely, princess. Even so, if you enjoy something, good or bad does not matter. Only that you have enjoyed it and put yourself into it. That is what makes ‘good’ art. I’d certainly love to see it.”

Loki’s words were a far cry than what you’d always heard. People mocked your art, believing it childish and unprofessional.

“What else do you enjoy?” he asked.

“Well, I read.”

“What exactly do you read, princess?” Loki asked with a waggle of eye brows that had you giggling like a school girl.

“Poetry, preferably. But anything and everything I can. At least when I am able.” You caught your mother’s eye across the room and though she looked approving, she still gestured at you to keep your smile “gentle” as she called in, meaning not too big. Your smile faltered and Loki noticed, as well as the reason why. In an attempt to re-lift your spirits, he said

“Well, I shall have to show you the library on that tour as well.” His voice sounding genuine and full of promise.

The song ended and Loki escorted you back to your seat, pressing his lips back to your hand one more time.

Your mother took your other hand and squeezed it lovingly, seeming proud that you had somehow managed to intrigue Loki; which also left yourself in a slight state of disbelief. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it, but all you knew was that you were craving more of his touch and presence.

Loki had left you, not by choice but nature called even to royal princes. As he returned to the dining hall, he made eye contact with you instantly; and was more than delighted to see you rise, say a few words to your mother and start to come towards him. But his mood changed as Thor moved into his field of vision

“Loki I’m surprised. You cannot be genuinely interested in that princess, can you?”

“And why would that be, brother?” Loki replied, his voice tense on the last word.

“Surely you see her Loki? She’s not worthy of being a queen. A queen has to present a beautiful image to her people and she’s…not. I suppose if you were king you could take a consort. Or perhaps a COW-nsort.” Thor said, starting to laugh boisterously at his own joke. Loki was going to brush Thor aside when he saw you standing right behind the brute, and knew that you had heard every word. Your aura, which had been shining brilliantly green when Loki had left you, returned a dim grey. Even though your face showed no reaction.

Loki however, reacted before he could stop himself, drawing his arm back and landing a solid blow to Thor’s face, knocking him back and onto the floor. All eyes were now on the scene; including your parents, who were looking at you accusingly and you wished the floor would just swallow you up.

Instead, you felt Loki grabbing your hand.

“Come with me, princess.” Before you could say a word, he was pulling you out of the banquet hall and through the corridors of the palace until he pulled you into corner. Now that you were alone, the last few moments finally caught up with you.

“Loki, you punched your brother.”

“Trust me, it is taking all my strength not to go back and doing it several more times. And a few other things.”

“But why? I’ve heard far worse about me.” You explained and Loki’s eyes seemed to fill with sadness hearing this before they lit up with an idea.

“Would you like to see my garden?”

“What?”

“Would you like to see my garden? It might be best if I hide for a little bit considering what I’ve done and my garden is the most secret place in the whole palace…except maybe my mother’s.” You could hear what sounded like guards coming towards you and nodded quickly. Loki took your hands and you felt a warm gust of wind blow over you.

When you opened your eyes, you were not standing at a garden but at the edge of a forest. Loki waved his hands and the trees seem to part.

“My garden has a secret entrance at the end of this pathway. I could have teleported us directly, but it is such a lovely night. I was sure the moonlight would make you look even more beautiful.” He offered you his hand and feeling as if you were in a dream, took it and allowed him to take you down the road. The full moon overhead cast everything in a dim light, along with some bioluminescent plants, bathing the scene in a romantic mood. You couldn’t believe it; things like this didn’t happen to you.

Along the way, Loki continued to ask about your passions and interests, Even when you rambled too much about your favorite books, or at least what someone else might’ve called talking too much, Loki hung on your every word. And you in turn were intrigued by his stories of Asgard, answering every one of your questions, even if he had to pause his story to do so, but showed no annoyance.

Finally, you two came to a large clearing. In it were all varieties of flowers in a rainbow of colors; including a group of roses that grew in an actual rainbow. The flowers emitted such a strong aroma that it made your hear feel light as a feather. Several small bushes bore exotic fruits and what appeared to be an herb garden caught your eye. A small hut sat next to a river at the far end of the clearing.

“I built a small workshop out here for when I need to get away from the palace to research magic.” You came to a beautiful wooden bench at the edge of a river, with lavendar growing along banks. The bench itself was surrounded by glowing flowers and it seemed to have formed between two trees. The backside was carved intricately with Asgardian designs and runes.

“Come, sit.” Loki offered you a seat which you gladly took, admiring the breathtaking view. Before Loki sat, he removed his cape and wrapped it around you, leaving his arm over shoulders. He waved his hand and a beautiful golden rose grew up towards you. A small gasp in awe passed through your lips as Loki smiled.

“Tell me, darling what would you do if you were the queen?” Loki asked you.

“What does that have to do with defending me?” you asked In return.

“Well, would you not expect your husband to defend your honor?” That last word took you aback.

“I suppose but…”

“So, what you do if you were queen?” And you paused for a moment, never having given a lot of thought, because you thought it would never be.

“I don’t know. Make sure the people were happy?”

“How would you do that?”

“Let people do what they want, so long as they’re not hurting each other and the kingdom is not in flames.” You shrugged half-heartedly.

“And what would you do to punish those who were hurting other people?” There you had pause. You wanted to be fair and just; wanted to take care of your citizens. But you knew there were people like your brother out there; those who would hurt just for harm’s sake, no matter how anyone tried to help.

“I’m not sure, honestly. I suppose the obvious answer is jail, but it’s more complicated.” You sighed. “It’s always more complicated.”

“You speak from experience?” Loki asked. The pause was pregnant. You could reveal the truth now, but would it bring shame on your house as your parents worried?

“My brother. The story my parents told is not entirely true. He is dead, but not from battle. From a life of debauchery. He cared for nothing but his own selfishness, no matter who it harmed. Leaving me to bear so much responsibility." Loki squeezed your hand.

“I can understand that. You might’ve noticed Thor is not exactly the most graceful.”

“That’s putting it mildly.” You smiled weakly. Loki cupped your cheek with his hand, gently guiding you to look into his emerald eyes which gleamed in the moonlight.

“I know my apology does not seem much in the way of things, but I want to tell you how sorry I am. Not just for Thor’s behavior, but for how life has treated you. And that I see you; And I wish to give you everything you have ever deserved. You have a thoughtful brain, a strong but warm heart, and a passion that is simply intoxicating and admittedly contagious. I want to indulge you in every of life’s pleasures.” Loki cupped your other cheek and brought his lips to yours in an amazing kiss.

You were stunned at first, but as what you’d been thinking about all night suddenly became real, you let yourself melt into it. His kiss reminded you of the winter snows back home, brisk but it made you enjoy the warmth of his hands on your face all the more. Finally he pulled away and you could not help the tears that sprung to your eyes. Loki’s faced was instantly concerned.

“Are you alright, pet?”

“I am. I just…I’m convinced this is a dream. I’ve never been, wanted like this before.”

“Does this mean you are a maiden?”

“Not…exactly. There was a member of father’s guard once. But he never spoke to me again afterwards. Left the guard entirely. And told all his buddies I ‘wasn’t worth it’.” Loki’s temper flared, but he focused back on you.

“Forget about any past experiences, pet. I cannot wait to spend hours making you moan and quiver at my touch. I want to explore every inch of you with my hands…and my tongue.” He said, his voice low and raspy and you squeezed your thighs together. “Do you like that idea pet? If we were to wed, maybe I’d have you sit on my lap during court sessions. After all you do want to let people…do what they want, don’t you? So long as they’re not hurting anyone.” You bit your lip, considering the idea. It was almost as if he could read your mind. He placed a kiss to your forehead.

“I can pet.” He said with a smirk.

“What? For how long” You asked, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Since you were hiding behind your parents.” Loki cupped your cheek, bringing your face back toward his. “And I heard all your pain and heartache. But beneath it I saw a guiding hand, needly only a strong sword to wield. Or…perhaps a dagger.” Loki smirked. “If you’d like, I could be that dagger. I know Thor is destined to be All-Father, but I could settle for being a king with a beautiful queen. What do you say?”

What did you say? You could hardly believe what he was saying. It was all too good to be true, but as you looked in his eyes, searching for any hint of malice, and finding none, decided to throw caution to the wind and you leaned in to kiss him now, wrapping your arms around him. “I say your father was right about planning a wedding.” You and Loki both chuckled.

“It would be more proper if I sent you to bed, but I am afraid before I become king I must throw propriety to the wind at least once.”

“You don’t seem the type to care for propriety, kinghood be damned, Loki.”

“You’ve caught me. But that only means I will have to show you how fun being improper truly is.”

In a flash you were back in Loki’s chambers. A beautiful bedroom with a massive wooden frame and green silk sheets. There was one door that must’ve led to a bathroom; and two double doors that probably led to the rest of his space.

“Now, I promise I did not dig too deep into your mind, darling. But I could certainly tell what you were thinking when you look at me." Loki waggled his eyebrows, and your face warmed. "I think I know exactly what you need. And if you are uncomfortable at any point, I will stop. But I think you desire someone to take charge in the bedroom. Not to control but to take care of you. Is that right, pet?”

“Yes, please…my king.” You said, smiling sheepishly. Without warning, Loki bent down to scoop you up and throw you over his shoulder, making you gasp. “Loki! No, you can’t…” But your words were cut off with a yelp as Loki brought his hand down upon your ass in a sharp spank.

“Can’t what, darling?” Loki asked, incredulously.

“P-pick me up. I’m…I’m too heavy.” You whined as Loki spanked you again.

“I’m sorry kitten did you say something?” Loki’s tone daring you to say something else bad about yourself.

“No, my king.” You whimpered, the blood rushing to your head making you slightly woozy.

“Good, because if I thought you were doubting my abilities to take care of you, by say, suggesting I am not strong enough to support and love every inch of you, I might have to punish you.” You got the message from his tone and tampered down any further injections.

“Yes, my king.”

“Good girl.” Loki carried you over to his bed, and you certainly appreciated not just the feeling of being carried, as you’d read about in so many books but only imagined for yourself, but the great view of Loki’s backside. Since he’d shed his cloak you could see how the fine Asgardian leather clung to his back. He was not nearly as bulky as Thor was, and you were glad of it. Loki’s strength wasn’t for show, but he still made you feel safe and secure.

You landed on his bed with a soft oof but could barely relish how soft the sheets were before your arms were tugged above your head and your ankles spread wide. But Loki wasn’t even touching you. He waggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Did you know your king was a master of magic, pet?”

“I had heard you had some powers…and I’d heard your nickname…Silver Tongue.” You said the last words in a hushed voice, scared of finding out people had been messing with you again.

“Oh you have heard correctly.” And I’ve been thinking about showing you why since I first laid eyes on you” Loki crawled on the bed, making the top half of his armor disappear, leaving him only in his trousers. He was kneeling between your legs. “First, I need to see what is hidden beneath this beautiful dress. I can’t wait to see you bathed in my colors.” He waved his hand and your dress suddenly vanished. Leaving you only in your corset and silken panties.

“Fuck, you’re better than any yuletide gift.” Speaking to his metaphor from earlier, Loki summoned a dagger into his hand and slowly ran the blade up your chest, slicing off each individual button to release your flesh. The sight of the blade in his strong hand as he held it so carefully, combined with the freedom as the corset fell away you sucked in a deep breath made you try to clench your thighs. But Loki’s magic bonds held strong.

“I promise my pet, from now own, corsets will be your choice to wear; not so you have to hide this luscious body from me.” Loki’s hands grabbed your hips, and you were half hoping he’d leave bruises, then ran over your stomach, tickling you slightly, before moving to your breasts.

Your nipples had perked up at exposure to the air and Loki’s hands were now cold as he tweaked them into even harder peaks. “Loki…my goodness…your hands are like ice…”

“Sorry pet, I couldn’t resist playing with you just a little bit. You’re so adorable. And there is one more thing I must confess to you. You are familiar with the frost giants of Jotunheim?”

“Just in name only.” Loki let out a small sigh in what seemed like relief. Before your eyes, Loki’s glimmer faded for a moment, revealing blue skin with rigid marks all along his face and chest. “I too know what means to be judged by appearances.” Loki paused, scared of your silence. But his fears washed away when you spoke.

“I only wish I were untied so I could trace every one of those markings on your chest, my king.” Your kind heart, the innocent way you looked at him, without a hint of fear or disgust. Loki could feel his magic flare and he felt something feral within him snap. He returned his Asgardian glimmer.

“Fuck darling I have to make you mine, now.” Loki growled, pressing his face between your legs. He tongue was indeed cold as silver, but it only made you moan louder as he seemed intent his promise and explore every inch, starting with your pussy. “Your little cunt is absolutely dripping for me, pet. And you called me improper.” He resumed his ministrations, moving his tongue to circle your clit and pushing two fingers into you and curling them up, causing your hips to buck into his face

“Someday soon, I will have to make you show me how you touch yourself, my pet. So I know how to better please my queen.”

“Y-yes my king.” You panted out as Loki added a third finger; the utterly sinful noises coming from between your legs were only driving your arousal further. Not only did Loki seem determined to make you cum, but to make an art out of it.

“Good girl, pet. You will have two thrones. One in public,” He grinned wolfishly at you, green eyes flashing with power. “and one in our chambers.”

“Uhm-I don’t…I don’t think…” Loki’s other hand smacked your clit hard, making you cry out.

“If you can still think about denying me, or worse, INSULTING what is mine…I clearly haven’t done my job right.” Loki growled as he withdrew his fingers from you, making you clench around nothing. He brought his fingers his lips and made a show of lewdly slurping your juices off them. “Oh yes, far sweeter than anything I have tasted in my lifetime.”

Loki leaned down to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You were amazed at how powerful and confident his kiss made you feel. It was almost like you could feel his magic flowing through you. And it was driving you crazy with want. Especially with the way Loki was rolling his hips against yours. He moaned into the kiss. “You can feel my energy can’t you, my powers? That’s you, My sweet little pet.”

“Wha- what do you mean?” your head was swimming in pleasure you’d never experienced before and here was Loki speaking in riddles.

“You’re the final piece to my latest spell, my element of sweetness.”

“What spell?”

“To make my siedr stronger; allowing me do things like keep you pinned to this bed and much more. There’s a spark inside of you that I’ve been able to draw out.”

“I have…magic?” you asked

“Not exactly, pet. But you make a wonderful conductor. And I know what’ll the sparks really fly.” His lips found yours in a kiss that made you understand true passion. Your toes were curling and you were pressing your body against his as much as you could against his magic bonds.

“Whatever your heart desires, it is yours pet. I shall pluck every star from the heavens, raze any planet to ash, I am your dagger, my queen. Wield me at your command.” Loki promised, his voice heavy and lustful.

“Loki, please…fuck me.” You whimpered out, his words, the feeling of his cock grinding against your cunt, it was all so overwhelming and you were beginning to feel like you needed him like you needed oxygen.

“Since you begged so sweetly.” With a wave of his hand, his trousers were gone. You gasped when you saw his cock. It was twice the size the guard’s had been, and far thicker. Dribbles of pre-cum ran down the side. You found yourself licking your lips, having never been a fan of the act before, now you were imagining Loki using your throat to warm his cock while sitting upon a throne.

“Another time, pet.” Loki chuckled. “Right now, I must claim you as mine.” He leaned in to kiss you again as he pushed his cock inside you. He moved slowly at first, gently rolling his hips and allowing you to adjust to him. When he pulled his lips away, your heavy breaths turned to moans as you relished in the feeling of him. It was far better than your fingers had ever been able to reach and when he finally bottomed out, Loki used his thumb to rub small circles around your clit, making your pussy clench around him.

“Oh my pet, you feel so warm and perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me. Made to be my beautiful queen, and my slutty fucktoy.” Suddenly he grinned and his eyes flashed with an idea… “In fact…” He snapped his fingers and your shoulders felt instant relief as you were able to move your arms; but only for a moment as Loki leaned down to grab your wrists in each hand. Before you could question him, you found yourself being turned over so you were looking down at loki now. “Now, my sweet little toy. Bounce for me.”

Your wrists were tugged behind your back again by his magic, leaving Loki’s hands free to fondle your curves. When you didn’t move, he gave your waist a playful pinch. “I said, bounce, little rabbit.”

“But won’t I…hurt you? I mean, I’ve never had a partner want me in their lap cause I know I’m…” your words were cut off by Loki squeezing your cheeks. He brought his face so close to yours you could smell your cunt on his breath when he spoke.

“My gorgeous, beautiful, queen; If I hear another word from these perfectly plump lips that is detrimental to your shapely figure; I shall be forced to keep you bound to my bed until you can’t remember a single thing but your own pleasure. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, my king.” You said, not sure whether you were more scared of his threat, or how pleasurable the idea sounded.

“Now, I believe I gave you a command, little bunny.” Loki reminded you, pressing a surprising chaste kiss to your cheek before resuming his hands’ ministrations.

You slowly started rocking your hips to move up and down. The position wasn’t easy on your knees, but when your clit brushed against the hard chisel of Loki’s body, nothing else mattered. Loki kept one hand on your hip to help guide you while the other rolled your nipples between his fingers pulling every now and then and making you grind down on him hard.

“That’s it, my pet. I shall show you how to walk the edge between pain and pleasure.” His hips were rising to meet yours as he chased his own pleasure. “Your quim is perfectly fit for my cock; and you are a true call to motion. I will have to have you painted like this.” His words were poetry that only drove you towards your climax faster.

“Loki…my king…I need to…”

“Yes, yes my pet! Cum for me and feel me filling you up. The first of many times to…come.” He said before his own orgasm grabbed hold of him; contorting his angelic face in pleasure while crying out your name and pushing his hips up, somehow forcing his cock even deeper within you.

You swore you were seeing genuine stars behind your eyes as your climax crashed down over you. You could feel Loki’s cum inside you and running down your thighs as he rutted into you a few times, riding out his own orgasm. When you both were stilled, your arms came free and you were able to let yourself fall onto his chest.

Loki’s arms engulfed you and he held you close to his chest. Your mind raced as your finger absently minded drew shapes on his chest.

“Pet, I promised I wouldn’t read your mind, but I still can hear the thoughts twisting around.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before using his index finger lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “What troubles you?”

“I just…I have never been the chosen favorite, the one actively pursued, But the way you look at me… I suppose I still worry that the rug will be pulled from beneath me.”

“Oh my pet, When you move, I could never define all that you are to me. You are the rite of movement. When you move, I move. And your movements drive me to do impossible things, all for you.” Loki promised with another passionate kiss.

“Rest now, darling. When we wake; we will have a wedding to planned.” He drew you in and you considered his words. When you move, I move. You smiled, allowing the truth of Loki’s devotion to you to wash over like the ocean and you resolved to be as devoted to him.

“Yes, my king.”

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lokis-coconut28 · 5 months ago

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Unbound - Chapter 1: The Keeper's Bond

(Loki x Magic Female Reader)

(A/N) : Hi my lovelies! Apologies for my absence, I appreciate your patience with me...

*The last month has been particularly challenging. I continue to recover from surgery, I turned a year older, and I ended a near decade long relationship. As I continue navigating these emotions, I find comfort here, among you all, my friends 💚*

(I am hesitant to post this fic, it has lived in my drafts for quite some time. As a new writer, I'm scared to take on a multi-chapter fic! But - I hope that you enjoy where I'm going with it!) (It's not as elegantly written as I'd like, but indulge me...) & I am happy to be back! You all inspire me so much!

I appreciate your support and comfort now more than ever. Please have grace with any errors - I forgot how to write amidst the chaos and heartbreak...

Please feel free to drop me a message about anything/a pic of Loki or David Bowie (I'm currently chokeheld by Jareth)

Summary: Loki has been watching over you from his new throne... With his feelings on the line, he makes a bold decision to bond to your mind.

Word Count : 2.5k

Warnings: Slight touch of NSFW/Voyeurism in Ch 1

Happy Reading my Loves! 🖤

A throne, buried in the infinite void of space and time, was not what Loki had expected for his life’s purpose. Never truly wanting the throne, yet in a twist of fate, finding himself tethered to it for eternity, was an irony that laughed at him in an endless echo throughout the multiverses.

Exploring realities in the palms of his hands was a delicate craft. The responsibility, accepting the intricacies of overseeing an incalculable amount of timelines without interference or interjection was no small task. Observation had become a makeshift game to Loki, honing in on a multitude of lifeforms, seeking out what connection he could from afar, cherishing emotions of plenty in the vast cosmos which thrummed through his hands.

A new desolate reality, ever flowing, impalpable, washed through Loki. A sobering wave crashed into him over and over again, reminding him that this was life now.

In the darkest of hours, he allowed his head to lower and rest, obsidian horns digging deep into his temples, a torment unlike any Loki had endured before. Despite the stillness around him, an unrelenting gravitational pressure crawled around his head, eerily creeping into a chokehold around his neck. A force strong enough to extract tears from a god.

The weight of the crown had proven to be heavy, in more ways than one.

The pull of the timelines forged on, wrapping serpent-like, circling Loki’s wrists; binding him to the seated throne.

The intensity of holding limitless lives extracted a toll on Loki’s physical form. In secret, he wished he could put the weight down - if only for a moment. Knowing he could not, knowing he was destined to this role for eternity - these thoughts spiraled in his mind, plaguing his thoughts like a broken record with every passing second.

Attempting to shake the burden of eternal responsibility, Loki let his eyes fall shut, concentrating on the only thing that brought the god solace in his isolation. Locating you.

Loki had observed millions of souls in his quest to pass time. Asgardians, Midgardians, creatures from planets and realms that in all of his centuries he had never once discovered. He found comfort in busying himself with watching the lives of beings across the galaxies, across time, into the promise of forever.

Yet, in his observation of the entirety of space and time, Loki had never encountered a living soul quite like yours. There was something particularly special about you, a unique aura standing out as a bright star in the atramentous eternal sky. Loki felt an unexplainable pull to your life force - a pulsing chemistry, as though you were two magnets coming together in an unyielding draw.

Curiosity propelled Loki’s focus to you, solely. You were a powerful enchantress, a formidable force to be sure. Intrigue, he decided, was the proper feeling he had for you… at first. It did not go unnoticed, the way you effortlessly wielded your own powers, harmonious with the mysterious magic you possessed. Unlike himself, unlike most everyone in the multiverses, Loki could find no other variants of you. Scanning all of the timelines, he quickly realized you were a one of a kind entity - a rare anomaly that captured the attention of the God of Stories.

Loki shifted in the throne, straining his forearms as he found you within the malachite cordage that resided in his grasp. Using all of his might, he concentrated on your energy, barely able to locate you through a thick veil of unfamiliar magic. Adjusting his grip on the timeline, the veins in his arm thrummed, focusing deeply, eyes finally landing upon your form.

For the first time, he could see your face clearly as you walked alone, your breath puffing into a small cloud of moisture as you exhaled into the cold night. Your hair softly fell around your face, bouncing delicately in tandem with each footstep. The clang of your black leather boots echoed with each hurried stride as you made your way across the damp cobblestone street. Your beauty was so effortless & charming, Loki found it hard to pull his gaze from you. Though out of reach, you were absolutely enchanting.

To be near you - Loki imagined, slowly drawing in deep breath, inhaling at the sudden fluttering that had manifested in his core.

Abruptly, a frigid gust of wind commanded the hair on the back of your neck to raise, causing you to fuss with the herringbone scarf that stylishly looped around your collar. You took a moment to peer up at the night sky as you raised the hood of your coat to rest upon the crown of your head. The dazzling beauty of the stars twinkling above forced you to stop and appreciate the divine display. A brilliant wave of emerald light appeared overhead, dancing elegantly in a private show, eliciting a shy smile from your lips.

Your eyes creased, squinting at a particularly bright star. Your gaze lingered on it with a subconscious level of expectancy.

“I’m not sure I’ve seen you before”, you remarked at the unfamiliar celestial orb, as if it would answer back if you asked it their name.

Loki stilled as you tilted your head in wonderment, imagining you could somehow see him through the vastness of space, somehow sense his presence. He wanted to believe you could.

“Stunning” you whispered quietly, letting out a contented sigh as you continued on your path into the darkness.

As time went on, your voice became a symphony in the silence. Your expressions became their own motion pictures that played in an endless loop within Loki’s mind. Watching you cast your spells as deliberately and cautiously as a painter stroking a canvas, Loki never tired of watching you. He admired your skill, your intelligence, as you worked with magic that was foreign to him. Somehow, these stolen glances and sacred moments seemed like a secret kept between the two of you.

Loki let out a disgruntled sigh, reminding himself once more that you did not, and you would not ever know him. He silently cursed, knowing he could never interfere. Yet, perhaps…

It had started as a simple trial, a test spell easily woven and rooted to your mind. A small magical connection tethering his mind to yours. Nothing more than to ensure your protection, to ensure your safety.

The moment that Loki had cast this spell upon you, practicing his illusionary craft became somewhat of a game, hiding himself from your mind, blending in with the shadows of your thoughts.

Ilusion - an art form that Loki had mastered over centuries. Invisibility he found easy, but ignoring the intoxicating pull of the spellbound bond he had formed…This was much more difficult.

He had not intended for the bond to grow so strong. At first, it was a fleeting trick, a slow dancing flame, a soft whisper that lived on the edge of his consciousness. Only a way to ensure your safety, a way to pass time.

Yet each time he sensed your own mind within his, something inside of him tightened, even yearned for you. An undeniable ache that he refused to put a name to.

As months time passed, the bond strengthened greatly. The lie that he told himself - of safety and precaution - seemingly dissolved, transforming into something…more. The sense of nobility, of being your protector from afar, alarmingly shifted to a forbidding feeling. Longing.

The forged connection had become an addiction. Each night, Loki would find himself utterly intoxicated in your mind; voyeuristically watching you in your realm. Inhaling a breath of your conciousness and warmth. He let his eyes flutter shut, mesmerised by the comfort of your dreams. He would allow the sensation - of your joy and laughter - to quell a pain deeply buried inside of him.

While the burdened promise of protecting the timelines echoed throughout his mind, his focus was no longer entirely occupied by the task at hand - by the mission of being on the throne - but by you. Stolen glances into your reality, physical proximity cradled if only by illusion in his dreams and waking fantasies, lit a wick in his core - promising an explosion in his heart if he did not start to take precautions with his feelings. But... with your presence in front of him, his mind could rest, and he could be at ease.

Loki often found himself wondering what it would feel like to hear your soothing voice call his name. He longed to be seen, not just by anyone—by you. It was a laborious struggle, this mix of euphoria and sorrow - wanting nothing but happiness for you, no matter which timeline you were in… yet.. still, in his quietest moments, he would let himself dream, selfishly wishing it was him you’d say goodnight to, if only just once.

When hope slipped away, time and time again, he would lower his gaze, seeking refuge from the relentless thoughts. But…he knew he would always come back to you.

‘How could I not?’...

This particular night, when the weight of your own day had been laid to rest, Loki sought out your mind in the dark. An intense wave of sensual indulgence erupted through his body as he allowed himself to siphon the sensation of your solitary pleasure. Pleasure. A feeling that had been lost in the spacial abyss for quite some time. He would not turn his gaze upon you, as you allowed yourself to be consumed by self gratification... your most intimate moments. Closing his eyes, as if to give you privacy, he tried to remember how long it had been since he himself had had an intimate moment. He could only imagine the pleasure of being able to truly hold you, gently kissing your lips, moving together in perfect harmony. A passionate embrace, bodies gently entwining in the most sacred of acts, whispering promises of love to you between soft moans.

Love. Love?

Loki suddenly froze, eyes snapping open at the realization of the emotion he had nonverbally named. He slowly straightened his posture against the back of the cold seat, timelines clawing heavily at the lines in his palms. Feeling a heated dagger in his heart, ignoring the way his anatomy had betrayed him having been lost in the forbidden sensation of your reality, he scolded himself for imagining something so real. His throat bobbed as he inhaled a breath of the emptiness surrounding him, immediately reprimanding himself once more for indulging in your pleasure, and crossing the boundary he swore he would not.

Love.

Loki scoffed defensively, bringing himself back to reality. No longer did he get the privilege of feeling love, care, companionship. Sacrifice - a heavier toll than he ever would have imagined. A familiar sadness wrapped around his throat, threatening to extract tears.

The reality was, no matter what realm you were in, no matter what he felt, how much he wished he could speak to you, just once - it was impossible now - given his choice and commitment to guard the timelines, for freedom.

For them. For you.

Loki repeated this mantra to himself, a reminder of his motives, remembering the god he wanted to be.

The chokehold of grief elicited a small sob from the deepest shadows of his soul, in part from the guilt of using his own power to feel companionship, to feel love, under the guise of protection, and in part from the sorrow of never being able to return back to life in the timelines. Never getting a chance to be near you, even if only as a stranger passing by in the bustle of your daily life.

Purpose. A heavier burden than he ever knew to be possible.

On a particularly quiet night, lost in a deep slumber, you dreamt of a distant soul, calling to you in a soft, fleeting whisper. The stranger seemed gentle, but their voice was heavily laced with pain and agony as they cried out to you, calling your name, in a desperate plea to be heard.

You were abruptly jolted awake by a searing burn on your skin, branching through your hands like lightning, leaving a scorching imprint in the flesh of your trembling palms. You inhaled sharply as you inspected the marks that remained.

“Magic.” You whispered, quickly swinging your legs to the side of your bed, sitting upright as you studied the light coursing through your hands.

A power unfamiliar to you, almost alive, flared from the tips of your fingers to your wrist. A bright green rope-like illumination emanated from your upturned palms.

The magic throbbed, as if fueled by someone else’s spark. Your hands ached as the heat ripped through your skin, sinking deeper into your flesh. In the silence of the night, the foreign magic coursed through your veins, the power pulsing in a heartbeat that was not your own.

You willed your own frost-blue glow to spill from your fingertips. Shimmering wisps curled around each digit, delicately twisting around the emerald that had been etched onto your body. Instinctively, you closed your eyes and willed your own strands of magic to reach out to the power that had called to you in your sleep.

Then you sensed him. A stranger's soul, ethereal, almost faint. With forceful intention, you strengthened the bond to his magic. His presence was a distant echo, lingering in the air around you, but veiled in the mist of time and space. The presence was elusive and fleeting, barely detectable in your mind and senses. Persisting, you extended your power, finally reaching the source you had been searching for.

A smoldering silence lingered in the air for a moment. You felt the unmistakable weight of eyes upon you. With a swift motion, you spread your hands, lighting the room, your gaze searching for the shadowed figure watching you.

“I know you’re here,” You cautiously broke silence, your words bouncing off of the walls in the empty room. “Physically or not.”

Another empty moment passed.

“Please, say something…” Your words brushed against the air like a feather, soft and pleading, a hushed request that somehow seemed to carry more weight than any shout ever could.

Rippling through the silence, his voice reached you. Soft, low, coming from nowhere yet surrounding you everywhere at once. Time stood still as a hum so low and delicate found you.

“I... am not supposed to be here..."

“Please, don’t leave...” you pleaded gently, your voice laced with a quiet reassurance. “You don’t have to say a word… just stay, if only for a moment.”

The silence was suffocating, thick enough to feel, as if the air itself had frozen in place. It pressed against your ears, louder than any noise, almost deafening in its stillness.

“You don’t understand what this means…”

The voice pressed through the hushed air. Your heart ached at the way his voice cracked with desperation. His emotion was raw, the mix of regret and longing, the weight of the forbidden moments spilling in a tremble from his lips like honey.

“For either of us.”

The room grew colder, yet your blood coursed with a fierce heat through your veins at the intensity of the unspoken warning. Whatever this connection was, you knew it was not meant to exist. But now... it did.

And there was no turning back.

Taggies as requested : @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl

Divider Credit : cafekitsune

Xoxo - L 🖤

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reveryfics · 7 months ago

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Hii again ;) ! Hope you're doing alright

I have a request, for Loki (again). Where reader is ftm (again) and this time Loki doesn't know it, and he doesn't even know reader in fact. In whatever circumstances they met and when Loki realize reader's situation he's a bit..clumsy. He knows a lot of creatures from Asgard but never see a transgender person. But he's not mean ! And in fact, he's very intrigued by this person, maybe a sort of ftm worshipping ? In a lower step ofc, not awkwardly

Thank you !! 🎀 The last one was perfect !

Moonlight And Mischief

Pairings: Loki x FtM reader

Summary: A late evening walk introduces Loki to someone new, someone he quickly becomes fond of.

A/n: I absolutely love when I get requests from you, Loki is a huge comfort character so I enjoy getting to write for him!

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The air hung heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine as Loki strolled through the forgotten garden. A low hum escaped his lips, a melancholic tune that mirrored the turmoil swirling within him. His gaze swept over the overgrown paths, the moonlight filtering through the dense foliage casting long, dancing shadows. He sought solace in this forgotten corner of the world, a refuge from the intrigues and burdens of Asgard.

As he wandered deeper, his hum deepened, a haunting melody that echoed through the stillness. Suddenly, it was answered, a softer counterpoint weaving through the air. Curiosity piqued, Loki followed the sound, his senses alert. He navigated through a maze of overgrown hedges, the air growing thick with the scent of lilies. Finally, he emerged before a small, moonlit pond, its surface shimmering with reflections of the stars.

A figure sat on the edge of the pond, their silhouette barely discernible in the deepening shadows. With a graceful gesture, they waved a hand, and a constellation of lanterns sprang to life, illuminating the scene with a warm, ethereal glow.

Loki found himself gazing upon a sight that could have been plucked from a Midgardian myth. The figure, bathed in the soft light, was mesmerizing. They sat with a book open on their lap, their long fingers tracing the worn pages as they dipped their feet into the cool water.

"You aren't invisible, you know," a voice, soft as the rustling leaves, broke the spell.

Loki, startled, cleared his throat. "My apologies. I didn't realize anyone else frequented this secluded corner."

A gentle chuckle rippled through the air. "This place has a way of drawing those who seek solitude."

An unspoken understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the sanctuary they had both found within these forgotten walls. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the shared melody that still lingered in the air.

"I've never seen you here before," Loki remarked, his gaze drawn to the figure's face.

"Oh, but I've seen you," they replied, a hint of amusement in their voice. "Prince Loki, the God of Mischief, always stirring up trouble."

Loki felt a jolt of surprise. "You know who I am?"

"Of course," they smiled, revealing a captivating play of light and shadow. "Everyone knows the God of Mischief."

Intrigued, Loki sat beside them, the silence between them comfortable and expectant. He found himself captivated by their presence, their aura radiating an inner peace that he craved.

Their conversations became a nightly ritual. They would share stories, both mundane and fantastical, their laughter echoing through the moonlit garden. Loki found himself drawn to their gentle spirit, their quiet strength. He learned to appreciate their insightful observations, their unique perspective on the world.

One evening, as they sat gazing at the stars, the male turned to Loki, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Loki, there's something I need to tell you."

Loki, sensing their apprehension, leaned closer, his attention undivided. "Anything, my friend."

"I... I am transgender," he confessed, his gaze fixed on the shimmering water.

Loki, taken aback, processed the information slowly. He had encountered many strange and wondrous beings in his travels, but this… this was new. "You… you mean you were born a woman?"

The figure chuckled softly. "Yes, but… I am a man."

He explained, carefully and patiently, the complexities of his identity, the dissonance between his inner self and the body he was born into. Loki listened intently, his mind grappling with this new concept.

"I see," he murmured, his voice thoughtful. "It changes nothing, does it? You are still you."

Relief washed over his face. "Thank you, Loki. I… I was afraid you wouldn't understand."

In the following weeks, their friendship deepened. Loki, ever the curious one, delved deeper into the nuances of gender identity, his initial confusion giving way to understanding and acceptance. He began to notice subtle changes in the others demeanor, a newfound confidence blooming within them.

One night, as they sat by the pond, Loki found himself inexplicably drawn to them. He gazed at the others face, illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns, and an unexpected wave of emotion washed over him. "You are… you are truly beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky.

He looked up, startled, their eyes widening. "Loki?"

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with theirs. "Your eyes… they shimmer like the stars themselves."

A blush crept up his neck, his gaze fixed on the ground. Loki gently cupped his face, Loki's thumbs tracing the contours of his jawline. "I would… I would do anything for you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Anything at all."

Overwhelmed, he could only whisper, "Loki…"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against theirs in a soft, tentative kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of their touch, the warmth of their skin, the intoxicating scent of their breath.

The kiss, tentative at first, deepened, Loki's hands finding their way around his waist, pulling him closer. A low moan escaped his lips as he surrendered to the moment, his senses reeling. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching his face, a mixture of disbelief and wonder in their depths.

"I… I have dreamt of this," he confessed, his voice trembling. "Of your touch, of your lips… of you."

Loki smiled, a genuine, heart-warming smile that reached his eyes. "I… I have dreamt of you too," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

He leaned in again, this time capturing Loki's lips in a passionate kiss, a kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken desires, of a love that had been blossoming in the shadows for far too long. Loki sighed into the kiss, his body trembling with a newfound intensity. He had found his equal, his soul mate, in this unexpected corner of the world.

He pulled back, his eyes shining with an ethereal light. "You are… you are perfect," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "More perfect than any god, any myth, any dream I could ever have imagined."

He cupped Loki's face, his thumb gently tracing the curve of his cheek. "You are everything to me, Loki."

Loki leaned into his touch, his heart overflowing with a love he had never known existed. "And you… you are my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with a profound sense of peace and joy.

As they sat there, bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns, their hands intertwined, they knew this was only the beginning of their story, a love story that defied expectations, that transcended the boundaries of gender, and that promised a future filled with endless possibilities.

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proseandpretrichor · 9 months ago

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Library Love | Loki x Reader

Summary: The TVA's beloved librarian unintentionally set up Loki with her favorite regular, unknowingly sparking a budding romance between the couple Warnings: None, just fluff Word count ~ 2489

Loki often found himself in the TVA library. It was where he found a certain peace for himself, a little bit of familiarity in such a different atmosphere.

Because of such a frequent habit, naturally Loki had acquainted themselves to the patterns of the book-clad walls.

The only working librarian, Dorace, was scheduled from 7am-3pm. Although she was hardly there for all of that time. Most of the system was done on paper, only the analog of the amount and names of books were kept on the very ancient computer at the front desk. Books were checked out and returned via sign out sheets attached to clipboards, only enforced with the good ole honor code. The only room in which Loki abided by religiously. The floor wasn’t never consistently all that busy, just a few stragglers looking for research for their reports and casework, and there were even less regulars.

In fact, until today, Loki had convinced himself he was the only regular…

It was a stereotypically boring day, with only a gloomy feeling aura separating it from all the rest. Loki had plopped himself at black leather clad armchair by the fire he claimed each day, reading a psychoanalysis from Asgard.

After a few hours in which Loki had neither moved nor looked up from the worn pages, Dorace appeared in front of him with a mug clasped in her age worn fingers, steam rolling from the liquid almost like a dance it partook with itself.

“Here’s a cup of tea for ya, love, figured I’d make you one before I leave.” She informed him, handing him the cup.

“Are you departing for the day?” Loki questioned her, taking a moment to glance up from his novel for the first time since he sat down to peer at the spindly arms of the large clock hanging over the small front desk, nestled between the two arms of the staircase rising to the second floor.

10:34 AM, a bit earlier than the old woman usually lasts.

“Are doing alright, my dear Dorace? Is there something that ails you today?” He asked eyes sweeping her form for any signs of illness. He found none that stood out at first glance.

“Just a little ache in my knees, either it's my arthritis or it is going to rain. Regardless, both require me to be off my feet. And if it is the latter…” She paused to look out the window over her spectacles that had drooped down her nose from peering down at his seated position, before she continued, “I have no interest risking a cold, while strolling back home.”

Loki hummed, taking a sip of his tea before joining her gaze, searching the cloudy sky.

“If you need anything while I’m gone, searching a book or making another cuppa, Y/N can assist you.” She followed her words with a shaky pointed finger. Loki followed her motion to find you in the corner of the second floor, tucked into the little nook of the loveseat situated in the bay window. Next to you were a rather impressive stack of books.

“I didn’t even notice her there.” Loki muttered mostly to himself.

“Yes, I often forget she is there myself, very quiet, never troublesome. Got me the kettle actually, so sweet. Been here longer than myself I think.” Dorace supplied him, trailing off in volume seemingly lost in thought before turning, “Have a lovely day, dear, stay dry.”

Loki responded only with a wave, knowing she had reached a distance at this point that rendered her unable to hear his farewells, even if he gave them.

After a few minutes, Loki found his mind wandering from his pages to you. Sighing in defeat he closed the book, placing it onto his lap before returning his eyes to you.

You had moved onto a different book at this point. Out of boredom, perhaps, Loki considered before deciding against it, you had looked too engrossed in the words when he first noticed you to be bored of its contents. You must be a fast reader, he concluded.

The more he watched you the more restless he became. Suddenly he rose from his chair, and began making his way to the grand staircase. Pausing only for a moment to consider his actions before shaking off his doubts and climbing up the stairs.

Your eyes stayed flowing across the page as he approached you. Even still as he stood before you, his eyes trailing down your appearance.

Your frame was curled into itself, thighs pressed impossibly close to your chest, which in turn pushed the topmost slopes of your breasts up straining against the seam of your top. You were dressed comfortably yet the fabric clung beautifully against your curves, as if they were embracing you into a hug refusing to ever let you go. Your hair was pulled up from the nap of your neck absentmindedly with a few stray pieces falling into your gaze. Fuzzy slipper-like boots were covering your feet, which were slowly tapping in the air to the rhythm that encased your world with some background music which was floating from your earbuds. You had on wide thin framed glasses that kept slipping ever so slightly with every twitch of your nose which Loki recognized as a sign of your deep engrossment in the novel, a romance novel, he assumed by the very poetic cliche title, something that didn’t deter you from its pages.

Several moments had passed, yet you had still not lifted your gaze from your enchantment or noticed the tall dark-haired man’s presence.

So ever so uncharacteristically light, Loki cleared his throat which finally alerted you to his figure.

You jumped a smidge from your seat with a gasp, hands flying up to rip the earbuds from their place, melody still echoing through the speakers, “You scared me, god.” you scolded softly, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“I’m ever so sorry, my lady, I was hoping you would notice me on your own but I was worried as the time passed on it might heighten your fright.” Loki apologized with a bow of his before reaching down and clasping one of your warm hands into his own and raising it to his plush, pillowing lips. He gently pressed his lips to the top of your hand, before all too soon he removed his lips and lowered your hand whispering, “Please accept my apologies, my dear. I hope I have not upset you.”

An eruption of butterflies danced around your tummy as you looked up through your lashes, to find his captivating gaze already locked onto your features, sincerity and adoration swirling in his green irises.

Realizing he had spoken to you, you bowed your hand to your hands that were fidgeting in your lap, “No, no! It is not your fault at all, I’m sorry, I get so lost into the world sometimes, I really need to be more aware of my surroundings.” You hastily blurted, you were so proud your voice was not withering with nerves when you spoke.

Much to your delight, the handsome stranger let out a deep melodic chuckle, “I find that trait to be very admirable.” He motioned to sit opposite of you on the loveseat. “May I?”

“Oh, yes! Please go ahead, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to keep you standing.” You scrambled to move your stake of books onto the side table you moved over to the bay window.

“No apologies necessary, my lady,” He assured you will sitting down swinging one lag on top of the other before resting his chin on his closed fist perched onto his knee turning his head to look at you, “Dorace was quite taken with you when she when she came to alert me she was leaving. I just wanted to become acquainted, since we are the only ones in the library at this present moment. “ He followed his words with a twirl of his fingers motioning around the room.

As you followed with your gaze, you noticed that indeed he was right. “Well, it is wonderful to me you…” You trailed off realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Loki, Pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

“My name is Y/N,” You responded with a wide grin. “Do you come here often, Loki?”

“Yes, I do find myself here quite often.” He nodded.

“I do as well.” You agreed, rubbing your hands around your arms. You were not chilly, but under his intensity you felt as though your veins were made of lightning bolts, but also exceedingly vulnerable, like he was peering into your soul. What scared you most was not that he quite possibly had the capability of such a thing, but what he might find once he did. Did he like what he saw? Why do you care? You were not quite sure, you knew it was irrational, but part of you knew that whatever binded lovers together, was weaving your lives together.

You ended up talking for the rest of the day. Once it had shifted well into the evening, you finally realized the world outside of your little bubble.

Loki was absolutely wonderful. He was brilliant, he exuded such care in developing his intellect. He was quite funny, his jokes were not of the dumb pun type humor most men liked to exhibit while talking to women. Loki’s jokes were witty and well-timed, they were truly laughable. He also seemed to be delighted in making you laugh, always trying to draw out as many of your giggles as possible.

You were familiar with his existence, a very smart girl like you would know at least a few things in relation to him thanks to what the humans called norse mythology. He was always portrayed as cunningly evil and selfish, only using his magic and other talents for his gain and benefit.

In addition, it was quite a large deal when the TVA started pursuing him as a variant, even more so when Morbius convinced him to work with them. The employees couldn’t believe how Loki was able to make such a large character switch.

You were not like them. You knew you didn’t know his story which would have most likely explained his actions thusly, and that there had to be more to the god then just the human legends. In a few short hours were proven correct and you couldn’t be more thrilled, and possibly beginning to fall in love.

As you two made your way out of the library, there was a nervous silence blanketing over you both.

You hoped he enjoyed his time with you and found you as likable as you found him to be. Once you made it to the double doors, Loki, ever the gentleman he was raised to be, opened it for you before following you out. After locking the door, you turned to face him.

You did not anticipate the space between the two of you and turned to find him only a few inches from yourself. You could feel his warmth breathe fanning across your lips, before his fingers brushed yours causing a zing to run up your arm.

You stood like this for a few seconds before he moved his hands to tilt your chin up so you would be forced to look him in the eyes.

“I thoroughly enjoyed our time together, darling.” he said before interlacing his fingers with yours and giving you a gentle squeeze. “I hope to see you again.”

“Really?” you looked at him quite shocked, “I wasn’t sure if you liked me.”

“Quite the contrary I am afraid…” He whispered his face moving close enough to feel a ghost touch of his lips,your eyes searching him for any sign of deception. “I am quite taken with you. You are intelligent, kind, bright, and the most beautiful woman I have had the privilege of knowing in my thousand years of living.” He admitted to you and you felt your heart race. Is this really happening? Surely you were dreaming.

“May I kiss you?” he almost pleaded with you, as if he would not breathe any longer without it.

“Please.” You practically begged, and if it was anyone else, you probably would have felt shame, but you couldn’t not in this moment and certainly not with him. He has only existed in your world for a short time and he has surely ruined the ability for anyone else to try their way into it now.

He looked into your eyes searching for any hesitation, finding none, he finally pressed his lips against yours. If Loki was not holding your chin in his fingertips, you would have been convinced that this was a dream. His mouth was soft and tasted of cinnamon and sugar and slotted so perfectly with yours, a perfect fit, like they were molded intentionally with the thought of the other in mind. He brought his free arm to wrap around your waist gripping your hip tightly, pulling you as close as physically possible.

The sudden movement, warranting a gasp from you as you pressed your palms against his firm suit clad chest.

Loki used this opportunity to sneakily slide his tongue into your parted mouth, pressing his warm tongue against yours.

As the kiss intensified your hands moved to his neck twirling the tendrils which had curled down his nap.

The kiss lasted several moments before you both reluctantly pulled away for air, both of your swollen lips gasping in huge gulps into your depraved lungs. Loki tilted his head down to press his forehead against yours resting in the bliss of this moment.

Finally, you both pulled away. Loki bringing both of his hands to intertwine with yours, “I would very much like to see you again, Perhaps a date, if that pleases you?” he asked you hopefully.

You smiled up at him allowing him to relax just a smidge. Standing up on your tiptoes, you brushed your lips against his once more before answering his question with, “Yes, I would be delighted, Loki!”

You wanted to bottle up the look Loki gave you as a response. You wanted to hide it away from others so it was only something for yourself to see whenever you please. His mouth stretched into such a beautiful grin causing his eyes to sparkle in pure happiness.

Silently he offered you his arm, which you gladly took. He curiously accompanied you home and after bidding eachother a goodnight with another kiss you, closed the door, leaning against it for a few moments to catch your breath.

You wished you could find yourself at the time of the date wishing to already see Loki once again. This budding relationship with Loki was going to be life-altering, you could feel it, and you could not be more excited for the memories of the life that awaits you.

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mochie85 · 1 year ago

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A Reunion

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Summary: A chance meeting with someone from your past makes you relive the worst moments of high school. Luckily, your best friend, Bucky is there to help you forget. Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Female reader. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Fluff. Flirtatious Bucky. Use of Y/N (only once) Taglist: Join here Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Oh god! No, no, no.” You exclaimed as quietly as you could. You turned around and hid behind your hand, covering your face. Bucky was confused- chuckling as he watched you try to make yourself smaller, unnoticeable. As if that were ever possible, he thought.

“What’s wrong? Wh-why are you hiding?” He asked as he tried to follow your gaze.

“STOP IT! SHH!” You tried to shush him. Trying to make him stop jerking his head around and calling attention to your table.

“Why are you HIDING?!” he yelled louder to annoy you. Your eyes grew big with anger, and you kicked him under the table. He laughed and pretended to be hurt as he rubbed his poor shin.

“Ok. Don’t look now, but the woman to your seven was someone I knew in high school.” You whispered to him. Bucky turned his head to see the lady in question. “I SAID DON’T LOOK!” you whisper-yelled as you kicked him once again.

“Doll, if you keep that up, I might need a metal leg to match my arm.” He said rubbing where you kicked him.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just…she brings out the worst in me. Whatever I got, she got, but better. Always better,” you said with a sneer. “When I got tickets to go see my favorite band, she got premiere passes.” Bucky smiled and shrugged. “She hated The Gorillaz! Said she never got the whole cartoon thing.” His demeanor gave you the impression he didn’t think it was that bad.

“I worked for two years to buy myself a used car. What did she get? A brand-new Lexus with daddy’s credit card. The same weekend I bought my car! She didn’t even know how to drive! Her older brother dropped her off at school every morning. Everyone had a crush on him. They all wanted to be her friend because of Bryce. And she knew it.”

“Everyone…had a crush on him?” Bucky raised his eyebrows at you. You simply narrowed your eyes back at him.

“Not the point, Barnes. When I applied to CalTech for college, she said she wasn’t interested in West Coast schools. A few months later, she showed me an acceptance letter from them! I didn’t even know she had the grades or the extracurriculars to pull it off. Turns out, there was a sizeable donation to the school’s robotics program made so generously from her family.”

“Sounds like she just really wanted to be you,” Bucky said smirking.

“Ya. So much so, that she stole my boyfriend senior year!” you spat out.

“Ouch,” Bucky hissed. “Ok, ya. That one’s a low blow.” He turned his head inconspicuously again to get a better look at your so-called friend. She was beautiful; in the sense that everything was well-manicured and put together. Not a hair out of place. She had an aura of money- evident by the sparkle of her well-placed jewelry.

Bucky turned back to you. You had a more natural beauty. You didn’t try too hard, it just shone out. He’s seen you undercover before in one of the missions where you had to be dolled up. God help him, you knocked everyone out. Even Loki took a break from his brooding to look at you. Bucky has never been the same since.

“Look. It was a long time ago. I tried to go my separate way after high school. I honestly don’t even know if she attended CalTech or not. But what I do know is that I don’t want to see her.”

“Y/N is that you?!” you heard a shrill voice come closer.

Shit.

You put on your show smile. The smile you reserve for undercover missions. “Rachel! What a lovely surprise.” She went up to you along the iron fence of the café’s patio and tried to hug you.

She kissed you on both sides of your cheek as she said, “I didn’t know you were back in New York. I thought you would’ve stayed in California.” You didn’t miss the way her eyes scanned you up and down, homing in on things to probably critique you with.

Her eyes also kept drifting back between you and Bucky. “Wait, I’ve seen you before.” She said pointing to him. “Aren’t you an Avenger?” she squealed.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky answered, saluting casually with a smile.

“Rachel, this is James Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Bucky, this is a friend of mine from high school, Rachel,” you introduced.

“Wow,” Rachel said, shaking hands with Bucky. “Bucky, is it?”

“James. Bucky is for close friends only,” he said with a practiced smile.

“I’ve never met a superhero before,” she charmed.

“Of course, you have. Dollface over here.” Bucky said pointing to you. Your smile faltered slightly at having the attention thrown back your way.

“Oh my gosh, that’s right! I’ve seen some of your heroics on TV! Amazing work.” Rachel said to you.

“Thank you.” You said surprised. Maybe this happenstance might not be so bad after all. Maybe she has changed.

“All that training and the time outdoors have done wonders for your body and your complexion. You look so much healthier now!”

Nope! She’s still horrible!

“She’s always been lovely,” Bucky interjected, giving you a half smile.

“Oh. My. Gosh. That’s so cute!” she said in a mock baby voice. “How romantic. How long have you two been together?” Rachel asked, prying and pointing in between the both of you.

“Oh, we’re just friends.” You were quick to throw in. You didn’t want Bucky to feel uncomfortable around you and have to explain anything he didn’t need to.

Rachel just looked between you and Bucky. Her eyes delaying in his direction. “Well, now that I know you’re in town, you must come to the charity event my dad is hosting next week. I know for a fact that your boss is going to be there!”

“My boss? Fury?”

“Fury, who? Is that what he’s calling himself nowadays? Yes. He and his wife Pepper have already RSVP’d.”

“Oh, you mean Tony?” you asked.

“He’s not our boss,” Bucky corrected with slight irritation.

“Oh, well, sure. Ok, I can send him the invite and let him know to forward it to you,” she smiled sweetly at you. “And maybe a plus one…” she said, her eyes darting to Bucky quickly.

“We might be busy. You know…saving the world and all,” you quickly declined. The last thing you needed was to be stuck in an event with her and some of her uptight friends.

“Already sent!” she said ignoring you and tapping on her phone. “I hope to see you both there!” She smiled at you and gave Bucky a wink. “We’ll be friends in no time, Bucky!” she said to him as a promise. Not if I have anything to do with it, you thought.

“Ugh. If she thinks that Tony can tell us what to do and go to this party, then she’s just as self-absorbed as she was in high school. You can’t just tell people what to do because you have money!”

“You have to go!” Tony ordered.

“No!” you answered back.

“Pepper and I can’t make it. Morgan’s got a play and Peter is competing at a science fair. You guys are the only other ones invited. You have to go.”

“What do you mean, have to? I don’t have to do anything! Especially go to an event where I won’t know anybody except for my mortal enemy!” you argued.

“Mortal enemy?! Aren’t you being a tad overdramatic now? Besides, you go to my parties all the time. I don’t see you ever complaining about going.”

“That’s because I like the people I’m with and you have an open bar for all the Avengers!”

“Not to Asgardians!”

“Only because they can outdrink everyone IN THE STATE!”

“Why are you YELLING?! WHAT ARE WE EVEN FIGHTING ABOUT?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” You and Tony squared off, looking at each other with your arms crossed.

“Look, her family are big investors in Adamantium. Her mother is in a council to help get in favor with the Wakandans to get Vibranium…” Tony tried to reason.

“Do you even need Vibranium? I’m pretty sure Steve could just call King T’Challa right now.”

“Not the point…” Tony tried again.

“Heck, Bucky over there probably has Shuri’s number!” you quarreled back, pointing to Bucky lounging on the sofa.

“The princess? No. But I do have Okoye’s. She checks in on me from time to time,” Bucky admitted, knocking on his metal arm.

“You’ve been awfully quiet this whole time, Barnes. Don’t you have anything to say about it? Don’t you want to go? You’re invited too.” Tony addressed him.

“I’ll go if dollface over here goes. And only then.” He stretched out and placed his arms behind his head, pulling his baseball cap over his eyes, signaling the end of his input into the subject.

“I’m not going, Tony. You can’t make me!” you yelled petulantly.

“Consider this an undercover mission. Okay?” Tony placated. “Go. Mingle. Charm everyone in the room. Gather some intel on your mortal enemy. Wine and dine them, then come home.” You squinted your eyes at him.

“Do it for Morgan. She would be so upset if mummy and daddy weren’t there to see her debut as apple tree #2…or was it #3? And Peter! He worked for months on his science project! Think of the sad teary eyes he would have when he sees we’re not there to support him. You don’t want Spider-Man to have sad, teary eyes, would you?!”

“Ugh, it’s not fair you’re using the munchkins as your excuse!”

“I don’t play fair. Especially when it comes to the kids, I would do anything to make the munchkins happy. You know this. Even putting you in the hands of your mortal enemy! Mwuahaha” Tony wrung his hands like a classic villain bent on world domination.

“For Morgan!” you pointed to his chest. “And Peter! Not for you. Not for all the Adamantium in the world. Understand?!”

“Completely!”

“And you’re paying for my dress!”

“Ugh, fine,” Tony said with a sigh.

“And shoes!”

“What happened to the last pair of Louboutins I got you?!”

“I had to be resourceful,” you said lifting your chin. “I used it to stab a HYDRA agent in the neck,” you smugly admitted. Tony and Bucky winced.

“Fine. Shoes too,” Tony conceded. “And you, Manchurian Candidate? Need anything?” he turned to Bucky.

“Ya. My gun is jamming even after I’ve already cleaned it. Do you think you can get me a different type of lube?” Bucky asked with a straight face. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but suppress your laughter from behind your hand.

“I’m dealing with children,” Tony mumbled under his breath as he started to leave.

“Buck!” you chuckled.

“What?! It’s for the gun! I swear!” he shrugged, proudly smiling that he made you laugh.

You sat next to him on the couch. Your whole body turned towards him as he rested his hand on your knee. “Are you really gonna go with me?” you asked timidly.

“Honestly, I thought you’d never listen to Tony and just flat-out refuse. I was counting on it.” You gasped looking him dead in the eye. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight!” he laughed as you grabbed a throw pillow and repeatedly hit him in the chest. “Ow! Dollface. Stop it!” he chuckled. “Jesus, you’re violent.”

“I could’ve used your help! If you didn’t want to go, you should’ve said something! He couldn’t make both of us go! Big help you were!” you huffed as you settled on the sofa.

“I’m sorry,” he said still chuckling. He pulled you in closer to him as you cradled his body towards yours. It was effortless. He wrapped his left arm over your shoulders and you lost count of all the times he would hold you like this, in the safety of his arms. It never made you feel cold or shiver. It made you feel safe. Protected. Like you could take on the world (and your mortal enemy) as long as he was with you. “It can’t be that bad, can it? You, me, all dressed up with a night on the town. All on Tony’s dime,” he answered looking into your eyes.

Whenever you caught his eyes, you always got lost in them. Blue- like a sunny sky on a cloudless beach. So, when Bucky painted this wonderful fantasy, you could vividly picture it. Little flutters in your stomach sprung forth at the thought of Bucky all dressed up. Looking as menacing as ever. “I hate that you’re being dragged into this. I’m sorry, Buck.”

“Why are you sorry? I’d never leave a man down. Especially you.” You suddenly felt the weight of his body pressed next to you.

“Ok. I guess I feel better about going.”

“Geez, she’s gonna kill me!” Bucky cried as he punched another agent in the face.

“Come now, soldier. What could she genuinely do?” Loki asked, trying to make Bucky feel better.

“You don’t know how resourceful she could be. What she could do with a pair of pointy heels!” Bucky answered.

“Oh, I know. I was there on that mission,” Loki chuckled. “You’re not that late. Besides…” he trailed off as he sunk his dagger into the oncoming HYDRA agent. “This was an emergency: life and death and all that. I’m sure she’ll understand,” Loki said dismissively.

“I don’t even have a suit! I forgot to get one! Oh, man! I can’t show up looking like this! I’m gonna embarrass her in front of her friends!” Bucky spread his arms out, looking down at his leather uniform splattered with ash and blood. His bright metal hand, flexing, as he brought his arm around again to deliver a final blow to the last agent standing.

Loki huffed, cleaving his dagger off some unsuspecting enemy. “Fear not, my friend, for we are finished with our chores, and I think it’s time for Cinderella to go to the ball, yes?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’ll be your proverbial godmother,” Loki spread his arms with a wide grin.

I’m gonna kill him! NO! First, I’m gonna take his metal arm and bash him over the head with it. THEN, I’m gonna kill him!

Bucky had stood you up. You spent the better part of the afternoon getting dressed and working your hair and make-up to go to this party that you didn’t even want to go to. Only to have Bucky be a no-show.

You thought back to what could’ve gone wrong. Did he forget? Was it your fault? You spent so much time dreading this party that you forgot to set any details with him. You didn’t want to think about it or give it any power over you. So, discussing the particulars with him might’ve slipped from your mind.

When you went to his room to leave together, he wasn’t there. FRIDAY said he had already left. So, you assumed that he took a separate ride to the party. Slightly crestfallen, you had Happy drop you off at the main entrance to the museum where the party was being held. Hoping you would catch him on the way in. But he wasn’t here either.

Now here you were, three canapés down with a flute of tepid Riesling, pretending to look at the portraits and paintings rather than engage with anyone else in conversation. You were seething. Your anger must’ve been evident because people avoided you all night. One look at you and they quickly turned as if you were the plague incarnate. Just like high school all over again.

“Y/N is that you?!” Rachel’s shrill voice echoed in the vast room. You closed your eyes, stilling your already fraying nerves. You turned to face her and were met, not only by her but by a crowd of people following her as well. “I hardly recognized you! You clean up so well.”

“Thank you, Rachel,” you said with sarcasm dripping out from every syllable.

“You remember my brother, Bryce,” she said gesturing to the guy standing next to her. Bryce looked handsome and dashing in his tailored black tuxedo. And he knew it too! He had the air of someone who was used to getting whatever and whomever he wanted. Evident by the not-so-subtle way he looked you up and down and leered.

“Of course. Bryce how are you?” you asked, offering your hand for a shake.

“On-shan-tay,” he said with a haughty fake accent. He took your offered hand and kissed the back of it, feeling the sticky Chapstick from his lips. God, at least you hope it was Chapstick. The whole act made you cringe. It wasn’t as smooth or as charming as Loki would’ve done it. It definitely wasn’t the comforting hug and kiss Bucky would’ve left on your cheek. He would’ve squeezed you tight till you went limp in his arms.

Thinking about Bucky made you miss him. You only hope he had a good reason as to why he stood you up tonight. You tried to hide the snide in your lips as you pried your hand back from Bryce. You wiped it behind you, surreptitiously stepping to the side, giving more space in between you.

“Are you here by yourself? I thought you would’ve brought your handsome friend with you.” Rachel said loudly enough for her crowd to hear. “Oh Y/N, you always were the lone wolf. Never one to have any serious relationships. Even in high school,” she chuckled lightly, prompting her friend group to smile and jeer behind her.

“Yes. It was difficult. Especially when someone stole my boyfriend senior year,” you criticized.

Rachel chuckled with a tight look on her face, “I can’t believe you still remember that?! That was so long ago. We were children! And besides, I did you a favor. He would’ve broken your heart anyway. Like he did mine. All he talked about was school and getting into college. He never had time for me. Ugh, men! You can’t live with them, you can’t live without them,” she laughed, signaling her flunkies behind her to follow suit.

You balled the napkin you had in your hand and clutched it tightly. If your hands are busy, they can’t punch anyone in the face, right?

Right?!

“There you are! Sorry, I’m late, dollface. I got held up at work.” Bucky’s voice cut through the nightmarish gaggle of taunts and laughs. They parted to let him through and stared as he passed every one of them, leaving them to gawk in wonder.

Including you! You were right. Bucky did clean up really well. His usual disheveled hair was styled. His black tux had satin lapels that shone under the museum spotlights. But what pulled it off even more, and what made him look so dangerously tempting, was the slight cut in his lower lip. Coupled with the faint sheen of his exposed metal hand, made him look menacing and downright sinful.

When he reached you, he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. He kissed your cheek as he inhaled your perfume.

“Bucky, what happened? You’re hurt!” you exclaimed wiping his lower lip with your thumb. He winced slightly when you touched his gash, holding your hand to his cheek.

“I’m sorry I was late, but there was an urgent mission I had to take care of. I would’ve gotten word to you sooner, but it was all very hush-hush. You know how these things are,” he apologized, taking the palm of your hand and kissing it.

You looked him over after hearing the news, making sure he wasn’t injured. He should be at home resting. Not here, pretending to have a good time so you could save face for a bunch of nobodies from high school.

“Don’t fuss over me, sweetheart. I’m fine, really!” he insisted.

“But-”

“Don’t worry about me…let me look at you!” he said nudging you gently from his embrace. He twirled you around making you smile at his playfulness. “Wow! Gorgeous, dollface! You look good!” his smirk ignited something inside you. A momentary predacious look from his eyes had you feeling shy and flustered. “You look real good!” he said subconsciously licking his lips.

“One question though,” Bucky said, interrupting your sinful thoughts about what he could do with that tongue. “Whose this guy?!” he asked, pointing his thumb to Bryce. Bucky’s tone was serious and possessive. He hadn’t even looked at anyone else since you locked eyes with him. And frankly, you had forgotten anyone else was in the room.

You looked over to Rachel and Bryce, along with her adoring minions, who were now curious as they watched you and Bucky have your own intimate reunion.

“Bucky! You remember my classmate Rachel from the cafe,” you said pointing in her direction. “This is her brother, Bryce.”

“Bucky! It’s so nice to see you again!” Rachel sweetly spoke as she touched his shoulder and let her fingers trail down his arm. Bucky stopped her hand and shook it in greeting.

“It’s James,” he corrected. “Mr. Barnes, if you’re dollface over here,” he winked at you. “Nice to meet you Bryan, but if you will excuse us, I need to make up for my absence by giving this beautiful woman here all my attention.”

“It’s Bryce!” he shouted back, but by then Bucky had gotten you halfway across the floor as you looked back and gave both Rachel and Bryce an exaggerated apology. Bucky twirled you once again and held you close to his chest. Leaving you giggling as you wrapped both your arms around his neck.

“You made it!” you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that familiar safety and security of being in his arms. “I thought you- never mind. I guess it doesn’t matter now that you’re here.” You looked down straightening his bow tie and fixing his lapels. Embarrassed about what you were about to confess.

“You thought I’d forgotten about you? You of all people?” He hooked your chin as he led your eyes to look at him. “Never!” The promise in his voice never wavered. And the teasing in his eyes made you lose your inhibitions.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes,” you whispered as you leaned in and kissed his soft lips. He stood there frozen, wide-eyed, and watching, as you kissed him for the very first time.

This kiss would change everything between you. He knew that, but did you? He’s imagined kissing you like this for so long. To finally make you his. But he never acted on it, afraid that you would reject his advances. He froze, wondering what this could mean for your relationship. You felt him stiffen. He stood still, letting you kiss him and not reciprocate any affection back.

OMG, I made a huge mistake. “I’m sorry, Buck. I didn’t-” You pulled away as tears welled at the bottom of your eyes. You had taken a chance and it didn’t pay off. He didn’t feel the same way. You were blindsided by his whole entrance. His whole presence, that you mistook it for interest. The memories of high school came full circle with the feelings of rejection that sprung forth, heating your body in embarrassment.

He pulled you back into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, held you just a bit closer, and kissed you back with the hunger and ferocity you had only fantasized about late at night.

He opened his mouth to moan out your name and you didn’t care who was watching at this point. You were finally kissing Bucky, and just like everything else about him, it was better than you had ever imagined.

He winced slightly at the tug of your mouth, and you quickly stopped to see if he was ok- remembering his cut lip.

“No, do it again. I liked it,” he blushed.

“Well, well, well. I learn something new about you every day, Mr. Barnes.”

“Keep calling me ‘Mr. Barnes’ and you’ll learn a whole new side of me,” he teased.

A/N: Inspired by a chance meeting I had with my mortal enemy. This has been sitting on my editing notes for FOREVER. And if I don't publish it now, I fear that I will just keep adding onto the story.

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yuta-nakamots · 2 months ago

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Shadow - L.Ten

Pairing - Loki Variant!Ten x Sorcerer!Female Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff, Angst, Action/Violence

Warning(s) - canon-typical Marvel violence between TVA agents and magic wielders

Summary - When a time fracture brings a mischievous Loki variant named Ten into your world, he’s determined to rekindle the love you shared in another life. As the TVA closes in, Ten must choose between defying destiny for a stolen relationship or letting you slip through his fingers once again.

Word Count - 3.9k

Author’s Note - This is set within the Loki series universe and may contain spoilers if you have not watched both seasons. Also written in tribute of @itsapapisongo who I loved sharing conversations with in the old NCT-writers discord about which NCT member we would cast in the Marvel universe

Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films (join my taglist!)

Written for the No Capes Collab hosted by @kabira. Part of my Seven Deadly Sins Collection.

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Your duty is to the mystical arts and safeguarding reality, studying diligently as a devoted apprentice under Doctor Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme. One fateful night, you were at the Kamar-Taj with Strange and Wong, analyzing unstable readings in a spell when the air cracked open like shattered glass—a time fracture.

From its shifting glow steps a man. He moved gracefully, yet his aura reeked of danger, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You recognized the green cloak billowing behind him and golden horns sprouting from the crown on his head. The Loki variant scanned the room, his gaze immediately locking with yours as if you were the only person present.

You prepare for a fight, assuming he’s a threat, yet he doesn’t attack. Instead, he smiles, his eyes full of longing, an expression of heartbreak flickering across his facade of confidence. Strange quickly responds to the danger of a Loki variant and immediately tries to contain him when you fail to take action, but the man slips away with a bow. “I’ll find you again,” he murmured.

“What was that?” You were breathless as you looked to Strange and Wong for any semblance of advice.

“A Loki variant, that’s for sure,” Wong confirms.

Doctor Strange closed his eyes, the amulet around his neck glowing green as he tried to locate the man who had just pranced through the Kamar-Taj. “I can’t find him. I don’t see him in any of the realms.”

You were in line at your favorite cafe when you saw the slashing of air out of the corner of your eye. You sighed, your plan of getting breakfast and coffee before heading off to the local sanctum to check in with Wong needed to be rescheduled.

The Loki variant appeared through the tatters of reality, blending in among humans without his cloak and horns, yet carrying himself with a presence that is impossible to mistake. He approaches you as you stand in line, and you contemplate how to best defend yourself, how to attack and neutralize the Loki variant if he tries to harm the civilians nearby. But he doesn’t, and something about him is just so achingly familiar.

“At your favorite cafe, I see,” he states, his voice floating as if it were music.

You finally turn to look at him fully, acknowledging him. “You come here often, too?”

“Only with you.” He wore a half-smile on his face, not entirely reaching his eyes. “You’re getting your usual breakfast and coffee before going to the sanctum.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

A silence fell over the two of you as you struggled to formulate a response to him. “Have I met you before?”

“Ah, I see you don’t even know me in this life,” his expression falls. “Ten, God of Mischief,” he states, extending a hand out to you.

You give him your name, taking his hand in yours and shaking it briefly. When you let his hand go, his touch lingers just a second longer. Something like electricity sparked through your veins.

“This place was always your favorite,” Ten said, breaking the silence. “You told me they had the best cookies in the neighborhood. They make you feel better after a long day.” That is true.

The line moved up, and you told the cashier your order. Ten slides up next to you and orders two of your favorite cookies. He extends a bill to the cashier, “Keep the change.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him, pulling out a chair for yourself at a nearby table.

“Couldn’t let the love of my life pay for their food,” he says while sitting down across from you. “Even if you don’t know me in this timeline.”

“I’m sorry? Love of your life?” You were perplexed. This had to be some sort of trick.

Ten sighed, his fingers clasping atop the table. “You know about multiverses, right?” You nod. “Well, in the one I’m from, we fought together. We brought down armies together…and we were more than just comrades. The God of Mischief and his Sorceress Supreme.” You nearly choked on air at the thought of being Sorcerer Supreme, even if it was in a different timeline. “You always called me out when I lied. Even when I believed the lie myself. You used to tell me that no matter which reality we were in, we would find our way to each other. Time after time, I found you over and over again, and not once did you ever flinch.” You don’t understand all the references he’s making, but the sheer emotional weight of his words and the yearning look in his eyes make your chest ache.

The cashier called out your order, pulling you away from Ten’s musings. When you returned with your order, you gave the package of cookies to Ten, already standing and moving with you to the doorway. He took one cookie out before folding the packaging back over as he held the door open for you. “This one's for you,” he said, extending the remaining cookie to you. “Your favorite.”

Opening the package, you find that he indeed was correct. “Thank you,” you tell him, placing it in the bag with the rest of your food and coffee.

Ten steps out onto the sidewalk behind you. “I must get going now, but trust that you will see me again soon.” He grasps your hand gently in his, bringing it up to his lips and leaving a kiss on your knuckles. “In every timeline, it’s always you.” In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

By the time you arrive at the Sanctum, your mind is swimming with everything Ten had told you. You fought alongside him. You had become the Sorcerer Supreme. The circumstances that led up to that, only Ten knew.

You were supposed to be enhancing one of the Voidguard Circles with Wong, sealing the Sanctum off, and protecting it from multiversal energy. It was made top priority by Strange himself after Ten had slipped into the Kamar-Taj. Your magic sizzles around you, characters and symbols floating through the air as sparks fly. You tried to focus on the incantations you’ve recited many times before, but your mind was elsewhere. The spell faltered as your thoughts spiraled about the Loki Variant who knew you, or at least another version of you, so intimately.

Wong shot you a look as orange flecks of energy shot from your hands. “Loki Variants are skilled manipulators. Don’t trust his words.”

“Yeah, I know.” You forced your focus back onto the glowing sigils before you but they continue to swim in and out of shape, fragmented by thoughts you struggled to suppress. Yet you wonder if your mind's betrayal was just another part of Ten’s plan or if something deeper was truly stirring.

“You have done this incantation before,” Wong states. “Do not let him get into your head.”

Your fingers trembled. You took a breath, extinguishing the spell mid-cast. “I’m fine,” you lied. “Just tired.”

Wong frowned but didn’t press. “Strange will be in meditation for the next few hours. I’m checking on the other Sanctums. Let me know if the circles shift again.”

You nodded. “I’ll hold things down here.”

Once he was gone, silence returned like a tide, broken only by the rustle of pages and the distant hum of warding spells embedded into the Sanctum’s walls. You found yourself drifting to the library, the one place that always gave you a sense of peace. With Strange and Wong somewhat sharing the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme after the blip, you had taken up the job of librarian. It was a simple job, at least. Maintain the archives, monitor for any abnormalities, and make sure none of the books escape.

You sat at the large desk in the center of the room, busying yourself looking through records of past librarians that detailed the sets of books around you. But peace wouldn’t come. Not with Ten’s voice still echoing in your head.

“In every timeline, it’s always you.”

You were halfway through shelving a manuscript on multiversal convergence when a portal opened next to you. The air didn’t crack, it shuddered, as if reality were holding its breath.

Your instincts flared as it split open, observing the edges for signs of the person who created it. The portal didn’t swirl like it was being created with a sling ring. It was ripped, tattered, edges fluttering, wild, and unstable. You knew all too well who the creator of this portal was, already sighing when he stumbled through.

Ten came to a stop before you, breath ragged, cloakless, his skin glowing faintly with the remnants of his magic. No signs of tricks or mischief. Just exhaustion, desperation, and relief when he saw you. “I didn’t think I’d make it,” he said, clutching a rib as the tear sealed behind him.

Your pulse spiked. “What are you doing here?” His presence would surely set off the Voidguard Circles and alert the sorcerers in the Sanctum.

He raised both hands, showing he meant no harm, yet wincing as his hand left his ribs. “I told you, I’d find you again.”

You stepped forward cautiously, fists balled, a half-formed spell ready at your fingertips. “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll live,” Ten said, grimacing. “But I won’t if they catch me here. The TVA’s not far behind.”

Your eyes widened. The Time Variance Authority?

The walls trembled before a mechanical pulse rang out, and three TVA agents phased into the room, golden pruning rods already lit and pointed. “Variant L1001, you are in violation of sacred timeline protocol,” one barked. “Surrender now for reset.”

Ten raised his hands. “Resetting me won’t fix what’s coming.”

“You brought them here?” Your voice wavered. “You led the TVA into the Sanctum?”

“I had nowhere else to go,” he pleaded, eyes on you, not the rods aimed at his chest. “I needed to see you– one last time.”

The lead agent lunged, and you moved on instinct. With a flick of your fingers, a radiant orange shield flared between Ten and the rod, the energy crackling against your spell. Ten’s chaos magic surged from behind you, green, erratic tendrils of light knocking another agent off their feet. You spun, casting a binding circle that snaked beneath the marble floor, runes flaring as one TVA agent’s boots locked in place. Ten ducked a rod swing and countered with an explosive burst from his palm, less a spell, more a disruption, but still wild and sizzling through the air.

“They don’t stop,” you muttered, breath hitching as you threw up a ward against a pruning rod aimed at your chest.

“Then we don’t stop either,” Ten answered, stepping to your side.

For a moment, you moved as one. Ten’s chaos magic wove around your structured incantations like threads in a tapestry, flashes of green curling around the orange of your glyphs. He disarmed a TVA agent with a snap of light, and you followed up with a temporal freeze, holding the agent in a stutter of time for just a few seconds. Back to back, you fought like dancers who had never forgotten their routine. You spun and cast a spell, he redirected it in midair, splitting it into twin blasts that incapacitated the last agent.

The air in the library fell into a tense, breathless silence. Your chest heaved from exertion and adrenaline. Ten looked at you. “You felt it, didn’t you? That wasn’t new. That was us.”

Before you could answer, the walls shimmered again. More TVA hunters inbound. You felt the next breach building like thunder.

“We don’t have time,” Ten stated. “If they get through–”

“Then we run,” you finished, breath catching in your throat.

Ten didn’t use a sling ring or a spell, but something spilled out from him. A tear of space, a rupture of willpower, and raw chaos. It bled colors that didn’t belong in this universe. He extended his hand to you. “I know a place,” he said. “Not here, not anywhere. But somewhere safe, for now.”

You looked between the chaotic tear and the Loki Variant in front of you, his aching eyes and war-torn heart. He wasn’t lying. He wasn’t manipulating. He just wanted you. “If I go with you, how will I get back?”

“If you stay, they’ll erase every trace of me. This, you and me, never happened. But if you come…I can finally show you the truth.” His hand stayed in its spot, waiting for you.

You looked between him, the portal, then at his hand. You took his hand and stepped into it. The moment your fingers met, the jagged portal swallowed you both in a violent rush of green, and the library vanished.

You landed hard on stone…or what used to be stone. It crumbled beneath your feet like dust, suspended in an endless void. Eroding pillars floated in the air like forgotten ruins from a god’s dream, warped by time and memory. Above you, there was no sky, just swirling green energy laced with streaks of gold.

Ten exhaled shakily. “We’re safe. For now.” He didn’t let go of your hand.

You took a deep breath, trying to orient yourself. “What is this place?”

“A fracture,” he said softly. “A pocket where timelines once overlapped, then broke apart. It’s where I go when I can’t bear the pain of the universe anymore.” He looked at you like a man seeing color for the first time. “You always met me here…In another life.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not with the weight of the unknown pressing down onto your chest. Ten stepped closer, lifting a hand to your cheek. “You still don’t remember me, and maybe you never will. But I remember you. Every version. Every battle. Every stolen moment.” His voice cracked. “You died before we could have the future we fought for. I searched for timelines where that didn’t happen…found only echoes, shadows. Until I found you.”

His thumb brushed gently along your cheekbone, and the heartbreak in his gaze nearly undid you. “In my timeline,” he continued, “you weren’t just my comrade, you were my counterpart. The calm to my chaos. We were more than allies, more than just wielders of magic. We loved each other so fiercely that it frightened even the Time Keepers. You called it inevitable, that no matter how many timelines unraveled, we’d always find our way back to each other.”

Ten’s eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment, like he was reliving a memory. “You used to steal the last bit of dessert off my plate during feasts on Asgard. You wore my cloak whenever you were cold, even though you said green wasn’t your color. You told me that if we ever got to live in peace, we’d get a little cottage on the edge of reality and finally stop fighting for something bigger. You said you wanted quiet. You said you wanted me.”

You stared at him, struck silent by the vividness in his memories, by the version of you he saw, by the life you had no memory of living. “I lost you in the final war,” he said, voice never rising above a whisper. “You stepped in front of me during the collapse of the Nexus Realm. Took the blast meant for me. I held you while time bled around us, while the world you died protecting tore itself apart.” His hand dropped from your face, fingers curling at his side. “But I kept fighting, because I swore I would never let your death be the end.”

He stepped back, just slightly, his expression almost ashamed of how much he’d just laid bare. “Maybe it was foolish, chasing ghosts across timelines. But I swore– I swore, if I ever found you again, I’d hold on. Even if you didn’t know me. Even if you didn’t love me yet.”

The silence between you rippled like a held breath. Behind you, reality creaked, the splintered dimension straining under the weight of two impossibilities colliding. Ten’s voice softened, as if afraid this moment might fracture. “I’m not asking you to remember everything. I just need to know if you feel something too.” Then, barely audible, “I need to believe that some part of you still knows me.”

You stood there, torn between two worlds. The one you swore to protect, bound by duty, and the one that called to you in a voice only Ten could hear. His words circled around you like a siren’s song, pulling you into the chaos of love that could never be, yet had already been written in countless timelines. “I can’t let you do this,” you grit out, your voice shaky. “I have to stop the TVA. I can’t abandon my universe…my duty.”

Ten’s gaze softened, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’ve never abandoned anyone. Not even me.” His voice trembled with the weight of his confession. “I’d never ask you to choose, but I won’t let you lose yourself for them, either.”

The air around you begins to warp, the edges of the fractured reality were no longer just crumbling, they were screaming as if the very fabric of the universe was tearing. With each word Ten spoke, each moment he extended, the threads of fate twisted tighter, and the TVA’s interference grew stronger.

You heard a sharp crack in the air, like the sound of glass shattering. Through a tear, silhouettes appeared. Dark, imposing figures stepping through the ruins of time, their helmets gleaming in the dim light. TVA agents. You clenched your fists, feeling the pull of a battle about to unfold. Every instinct told you to act, to protect the timeline and your universe, but there was something else, something deeper coursing through your veins. It urged you to fight for Ten, fight for the love he spoke of, the love you couldn’t remember but felt in every fiber of your being.

Ten whispered your name, taking a step toward you. He reached out, his fingers brushing your wrist in a plea you couldn’t ignore. “I’m not asking you to come with me forever. Just…for now. Let’s stop running from this.” His voice was thick with desperation.

You looked at him, the weight of your duties pulling you in one direction, while the magnetic force of Ten’s words pulled you in the other. Your heart raced, a pulse that matched the pulse of the unraveling timelines around you. Behind you, the TVA agents were closing in, weapons raised. The time for hesitation was over.

“We can’t let them reset this,” Ten said, his voice low but fierce. “If we don’t act now, everything you’ve ever known will be erased. We will be erased.” He turned to fully face you, eyes alight with desperation and a sliver of something else– hope. He held out his hand, steady despite the chaos unraveling around you. “Come with me,” he urged. “We can find a place the TVA can’t touch. Somewhere beyond their reach.”

The pocket dimension around you convulsed, like a heartbeat out of rhythm. Time fractured in crooked waves, scenery flickering between possible realities. You saw the Kamar-Taj burning, you lying beneath bloodied rubble, Ten alone in a void of stars. The shadows of what could be, what had been, and what might still happen throbbed around you.

Ten’s magic shimmered with unstable light, threads of yellow-green bending the air around him like a dying star collapsing in on itself. “I don’t care what breaks,” his voice ragged. “The multiverse, the sacred timeline…none of it ever gave me back what I lost. Why should I care about what it takes to keep you this time?”

His confession was honest, wretched, and beautiful.

Torn between an insatiable greed for love and a destiny that demands separation, Ten stepped forward, hands shaking with restrained power. “Come with me,” he begged. “This is our moment. One choice. We leave, we vanish into the folds of time, and we make a life. Our life.”

The air was breaking apart. The broken multiverse glittered above like shattered glass. Time ripped in luminous streams across what should have been the sky, unravelling like golden silk from the seams of reality, and Ten stood in the middle of it all, eyes pleading, hands outstretched to you.

“We write our own destinies…” Your voice faltered. “But sometimes destiny writes back.” You closed your eyes just for a moment. You let yourself feel everything. The pull, the temptation, the quiet promise of stolen hours and laughter in some starless corridor of space and time. The way he said your name, like it was a secret, like a prayer. The thought of reaching forward, one step, one breath, and finally falling into the warmth of the arms that had searched for you across lifetimes. But when you opened them again, what you saw wasn’t Ten. It was the gold-lined relics of Kamar-Taj, the scent of incense in the archives, Strange and Wong exasperated at your antics. Your home. Your vow.

“I can’t,” you confessed, and it broke you to say it. “Ten…my path was written long before you found me.”

Ten’s expression cracked. His hands fell to his sides, shaking, fingers curling into fists he didn’t know how to unclench. Behind him, the collapse raged, the multiverse shrieking as if mourning itself. One leap, one decision, and you could have it all.

But duty was never easy. And love was never meant to be selfish.

“You’re choosing a lifetime of rules over a lifetime with me?” His voice was soft, stunned, as if he’d already known the answer but prayed this version of you would say something different.

Tears blurred the edges of your vision, but you held your ground. You had to. “I’m choosing to protect all the lifetimes we’ll never get to see,” you told him. “But…somewhere out there, in another timeline, maybe she’ll choose you. Maybe she already has.”

Ten laughed then, quiet and broken, the sound scraped raw from the edges of his soul. He stepped back, slowly, into the swirling light of a portal collapsing under its own paradox. His eyes never left yours. “I’ll find her,” he murmured. A vow. A myth. A curse. “I’ll find you again…somewhere.”

You nodded once, swallowing every regret, sealing it behind your lips. “I hope she loves you better than I ever got the chance to,” you profess.

And then he was gone.

The last thing you saw was the flicker of his magic dissolving into the collapsing stars, yellow-green threads vanishing into the glittering wound left in time. Silence rushed in like a wave. You stood alone, cloak billowing in the stillness, heart heavy, but breath steady. The TVA arrived, too late now to chase him, too late to reset the grief etched into your bones.

The multiverse groaned as it began to right itself. But some fractures will never fully heal.

The weight of a hundred lost tomorrows begins settling into your bones. Some loves are too dangerous to keep, and some goodbyes are the last act of love you have left to give. And to someone whose sin was greed, you only had so much you could give.

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shadyfestivalperfection · 2 months ago

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Hi!! How about some goddess reader x Loki?👀 maybe reader could be like the goddess of trust i think it would be so cute

Also noticed how fast you upload and I seriously applaud you on that!!😭😭 yours fics are all SOO GOOD just remember to always take breaks and take your time!🫶🫶

The reason why I uploaded so fast is that I had already written 7 parts before I released the first part of Love,Lies And Loki. So, I was able to upload everyday. And I get a lot of time to write more.

I get a lot of breaks in between and I am quite fast. Thank you for your concern….❤️

Love, Lies And Loki~18

Summery: A temporal rift causes two Lokis and two Y/Ns from separate multiverses to accidentally switch places. Earth-616 Loki lands in Earth-314 and meets a regal, ethereal goddess of trust—Y/N. Meanwhile, Earth-314 Loki lands in the chaotic, contemporary Earth-616 and meets the more human, sarcastic, fashion-savvy Y/N.

Characters: Loki x wife!reader

Note: All characters except Loki are mine!

||Master List||

19. Drunken Mischief and divine patience

💫 Across The Veil:A Tail Of Mischief And Trust 💫

Earth-314

The Bifrost had closed behind him, but 616 Loki knew immediately that something was off.

He’d used the spell perfectly—or so he thought. The energy surge had felt different, like it had pulled him sideways instead of forward. He adjusted his green and gold cloak, stepping cautiously onto the golden grass beneath his boots.

This wasn’t Asgard.

It wasn’t Midgard, either.

He glanced around at the crystalline trees and the marble sky, with stars that glittered even in daylight. The realm was familiar and alien at the same time. His instincts twitched. Something in the magic here felt… calming. Trusting.

Then a voice, sharp and divine, pierced the stillness.

“You’re not my Loki.”

Loki turned around quickly. A woman stood just a few feet away, her eyes sharp like blade edges, her hair blowing behind her like a storm. She wore armor of soft silver and dark sapphire, but it was the aura around her that caught him off guard—warm, steady, and strong. Like a goddess.

Because she was.

“I never claimed to be,” Loki said slowly, cautious now. “And you are?”

Her posture was confident, even poised, but her brow furrowed slightly. “Y/N. Goddess of Trust.”

Loki’s stomach turned. “Ah.”

Her gaze narrowed. “You look like him. But your aura is different. More fractured. You’re from another universe, aren’t you?”

Loki gave her a sly smile. “I see you’re quite intuitive.”

“I’m the Goddess of Trust. It’s kind of in the job description.” Her tone was wry, but guarded.

“Fair.” He glanced around again. “I’m assuming your Loki is… not me?”

“No,” she said, stepping forward slowly. “And if you’re here—then something’s gone wrong.”

He nodded grimly. “The spell. A multiversal surge. I was trying to stabilize a portal to observe timelines. But I may have—” he gestured vaguely, “—shuffled.”

Y/N folded her arms. “And what do you plan to do now?”

Loki hesitated. “Find a way back. Assuming your Loki hasn’t already done the same on his end.”

Her expression softened slightly. “You’re calm for someone who’s clearly displaced in time and space.”

He lifted a brow. “You’re calm for someone who just found out a version of her husband may be somewhere he doesn’t belong.”

A small smirk tugged at her lips. “Touché.”

⸻

Meanwhile, on Earth-616…

Y/N sat up on the couch in her and Loki’s shared apartment, blinking in confusion at the man in the kitchen. He looked exactly like her husband—dark curls, mischievous smile, perfect cheekbones—but there was something off.

He was poking the coffee machine like it was a bomb about to explode.

“Loki,” she said hesitantly, “do you… not know how the Keurig works?”

He turned, eyes wide with offense. “Is that what this infernal contraption is called? I thought it was some kind of Earth defense weapon!”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “…You’re not my Loki, are you?”

He blinked at her, then gave a sheepish smile. “Guilty.”

She stood slowly. “Okay. So. What’s your name, then?”

He tilted his head dramatically. “Loki of Asgard, Prince of—”

She held up a hand. “Let me rephrase: what Earth are you from?”

“Ah,” he said with a chuckle, realizing she was sharper than she looked. “Earth-314, most likely. Unless my spell backfired worse than I thought.”

Y/N exhaled and sat back down, muttering to herself. “Of course.”

314 Loki looked her over curiously. “You’re mortal?”

“Yup.”

“And married to… me?”

“Yup.”

“Fascinating.” He smiled. “You have excellent taste.”

She rolled her eyes but laughed. “So, any clue how this happened?”

“Portal experimentation,” he said, walking toward her and flopping dramatically into the armchair. “I suspect we’ve been… swapped. Temporarily. Which means your Loki is likely with my Y/N.”

She frowned, still processing. “And what exactly is your Y/N like?”

“A goddess,” he said, eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and exasperation. “Literally. The Goddess of Trust. Which is ironic, given how often she suspects I’m lying.”

Y/N laughed again. “Sounds about right.”

⸻

Back on Earth-314…

Y/N walked beside 616 Loki as he examined the shimmering realm. It looked like a living dream—lakes like glass, skies with golden hues, and crystalline buildings that defied physics.

“This is beautiful,” he said sincerely.

“It’s home,” she said quietly. “My Loki and I built this place together.”

He looked at her with something unreadable in his eyes. “I can see why you trust him.”

Y/N met his gaze. “Do you think your Y/N trusts you?”

He hesitated. “I’d like to believe she does. She’s mortal, but stronger than most gods I’ve met. She sees through my masks.”

“She sounds wonderful.”

“She is.”

A quiet beat passed between them.

“You miss her,” Y/N said gently.

Loki nodded. “And you miss your Loki.”

She gave a sad smile. “We’ve been through a lot. Trust isn’t just something I give—it’s something we earned.”

Loki looked down. “Maybe that’s something I need to learn better.”

⸻

On Earth-616…

314 Loki and 616 Y/N strolled through a park, sipping coffee.

“I have to admit,” Loki said, watching a squirrel dart up a tree, “Midgard is not as dull as I remember.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen it through the right lens,” Y/N replied, taking a sip. “It’s chaos. But it’s our chaos.”

He watched her for a moment, then said, “What’s it like? Being married to my counterpart?”

Y/N smiled. “He’s a pain in the ass. Dramatic, stubborn, too smart for his own good… but he’s my favorite person.”

He laughed. “Sounds familiar.”

“I’m guessing you and your Y/N are more… intense?”

He exhaled through his nose. “You could say that. She holds me to impossible standards. But I… I think I need that. I never really believed I could be good until she showed me I already was.”

Y/N looked at him curiously. “Do you tell her that?”

He paused. “Not nearly enough.”

She nudged him with her elbow. “Might want to fix that when you get back.”

⸻

Back in 314…

616 Loki and Goddess Y/N had begun researching ways to reverse the dimensional shift. As they studied ancient tomes and cosmic maps, something shifted between them.

In the quiet moments between calculations, they shared stories. Y/N told him about building the Trust Sanctuary. Loki told her about watching his Y/N fall asleep on the couch with a book in her hand.

“I used to be afraid,” he admitted one night, “that loving someone would make me weak.”

“And now?” she asked, eyes warm.

He looked up at her. “Now I know it makes me brave.”

She smiled gently. “She’s lucky to have you.”

He hesitated. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

⸻

The morning light filtering through the Earth-616 apartment was golden and warm—an ironic contrast to the god of mischief now sitting stiffly on the plush beige couch, arms crossed like a sulking cat.

“I demand tea,” 314 Loki said, voice crisp and imperious, like he was addressing the royal court and not the human woman padding around in her pajama shorts and sleep shirt.

Y/N blinked blearily, mid-yawn. “You can demand all you want. You’re not in Asgard anymore, Sparkles.”

He squinted at her. “Sparkles? Is this how you usually address your Loki?”

“You’re not my Loki,” she muttered as she shuffled into the kitchen.

“I look like your Loki,” he called after her.

“Yeah, but you talk like a Regency drama and scowl like someone just stole your throne.”

He actually paused at that, eyes narrowing. “They did steal my throne. Odin gave it to Thor.”

Y/N returned with a steaming mug, placed it in front of him, and cocked a brow. “Wow. That explains so much.”

314 Loki took a tentative sip and wrinkled his nose. “What is this?”

“Chamomile tea. Relaxing. Might help with that stick you’ve got somewhere very unfortunate.”

She walked off, humming, leaving him blinking at the mug.

⸻

Meanwhile, in Earth-314…

Loki 616 stood in the middle of a forest bathed in iridescent twilight. The trees shimmered with gold veins, the sky was lavender, and he was—somehow—not terrified.

“What realm is this?” he asked cautiously.

Y/N—his Y/N, except not—stood beside him. She wore celestial armor over a gown that seemed woven from moonlight. A goddess. A literal goddess. Her aura pulsed with the steady hum of trust and warmth.

“Realm of Áthulenn,” she replied. “It’s sacred. I come here when I need clarity. Thought it might help us.”

Loki looked down at his hands, then back at her. “You’re not the same. Not like my wife.”

Her gaze softened. “And you’re not my Loki.”

Their eyes met.

“But I think… you could help me. And I could help you.”

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Back on Earth-616

“I don’t understand how your microwave works,” 314 Loki declared dramatically from the kitchen.

Y/N peered up from her sketchbook. “You press buttons.”

“I did press buttons. It beeped at me and did nothing.”

“You forgot to close the door.”

He turned, affronted. “I would never forget—oh.” The microwave hummed to life behind him.

Y/N smirked.

He glared but then slumped against the counter, defeated. “I don’t belong here.”

She softened, folding her arms. “I know. But until we figure it out, you might as well learn the joys of mortal life. Like cereal.”

“Cereal,” he repeated flatly.

“I’ll teach you. But only if you stop referring to me as ‘woman.’”

“Very well… Y/N.”

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Back in Earth-314

Loki 616 observed the glowing runes Y/N traced into the air.

“You were always meant to be more,” she said softly. “I see it. Even here, even though you’re not my Loki.”

He stood beside her in the shrine. “You’re not wrong. I tried. Failed. Tried again. Failed harder.”

“Your Y/N… she believed in you, didn’t she?”

He exhaled, a slow, reverent sound. “More than anyone.”

“And I believe in you too,” she said gently, “because you carry that in your heart.”

He looked away, unsure. “What did your Loki do to deserve you?”

“He stopped lying,” she said. “To himself, mostly.”

He met her eyes. A pause. Then:

“I hope he knows what he has.”

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Meanwhile, on Earth-616

Y/N and 314 Loki sat on the fire escape that night, watching stars peek through city haze.

She sipped her wine. “So, back home, you rule Asgard?”

“Co-rule. With Brunnhilde.”

“That must be… weird.”

“She makes it tolerable. And I, of course, bring flair.”

Y/N chuckled. “You’re not that different from my Loki, honestly. Except… you don’t hide your loneliness.”

He blinked.

“I can tell,” she said gently. “It’s okay. You’re far from home. It’s okay to miss someone.”

314 Loki stared into the night. “I miss… her voice.”

“Your Y/N?”

He nodded. “She sings when she’s nervous. She burns toast. She calls me ‘loverboy’ when she wants something.”

Y/N smiled faintly. “Sounds familiar.”

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Earth-314, Night

314 Y/N and 616 Loki lay under a sky of shifting constellations on a floating terrace of her palace.

“I think we’re close,” she whispered, her hand near his but not touching. “There’s a spell in the Norn Scrolls. I just need more time.”

Loki turned to her. “You remind me of her. But… you’re not her. You’re stronger.”

She smiled sadly. “She sounds perfect.”

“She’s chaos wrapped in compassion. Messy and mortal—and she’s everything.”

They fell into silence.

Then she said quietly, “When you go back… tell her. Don’t wait.”

Loki looked up at the constellations and nodded. “I won’t.”

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Back on Earth-616

“I painted this when I was twelve,” Y/N said, pointing to a crooked canvas on her wall. “Thought I was gonna be a marine biologist.”

314 Loki tilted his head. “It’s… charming.”

“You mean ugly.”

“No, I mean charming,” he said with a sly smile.

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re impossible.”

But when she turned, he was looking at her with strange softness.

“What?” she asked.

“I see why he loves you.”

She froze.

“I mean—your Loki. The way you laugh. The way you shine. Even here.”

She swallowed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He smiled, and for once, it wasn’t arrogant. It was wistful.

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Across the Realms…

In the center of a mirrored void between Earth-314 and Earth-616, the two pairs finally met.

A shimmering portal cracked open like glass splitting light.

Y/N (goddess) reached out as her Loki (314) stumbled forward.

Y/N (mortal) blinked and grinned as her Loki (616) stepped into the room, eyes wide, breath stolen.

“Y/N?” he whispered.

She launched into his arms. “Took you long enough, Mischief.”

He kissed her like the world had finally righted itself.

314 Y/N turned to 314 Loki. “Did you behave?”

“I was delightful,” he sniffed. “Mortals adore me.”

She smirked, pulling him into a kiss of her own.

And just like that—the fates realigned.

-the end

#marvel #fanfiction #romance #shadyfestivalperfection #female reader #loki x reader #loki x you

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ashdreams2023 · 1 year ago

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hiiii sweetheart <3 how r u doing? how's life in general?

i wanted to ask if i could please request a drabble with avenger!loki × hyperfeminine!avenger! reader ? basically reader goes away on a mission for a couple of weeks and when she returns in the middle of the night she finds her sweet boyfriend Loki sleeping in her very feminine bed and cuddling with her plushies cause he missed her and they smell like her :((( I just find the thought so so so cute :( and reader takes a pic for herself and gets into bed :(((

u don't have to write it if it's not something u wanna do <3 anyways, have a good evening/day and take care<333

Of course love!

Loki x fem reader {fluff}

His dove

Those missions felt like they were getting longer and longer each time, you don’t even remember the last time you had your nails done, they always end up looking musty by the end of the day.

It was a relief to be back to the compound finally, your feet can rest from wearing your boots all day and with the help of a bubble bath everything will be just right.

You headed straight to the bathroom not even bothering to turn the lights on in your room, the hot water and you scented body wash was all it needed for your body to relax.

And after what felt like hours you got up and warped some towels around yourself.

The aura of your room felt with so much calmness but the sound of light snoring caught you off guard.

All the panic faded as you got closer to your bed and you the familiar mass of black on your pillow.

A sigh escaped your lips as you sat down at the edge of your bed, your soft baby pink sheets warped comfortably around Loki’s body with some of your plushies scattered around his head.

Your big mischievous boyfriend sleeping between plushies and many throw pillows, all was missing was your sleeping mask and hair rollers on him.

Feeling all giddy you grabbed your phone and sneakily took a picture for your own amusement and maybe to taunt him with it later.

You took off your towel and crawled under the covers with him, his arms as if he had muscle memory warped around you tightly, his nostrils take in your familiar fresh scent.

"You’re back" he mumbled with his eyes still closed.

You pressed a kiss to his collarbone and said "I always come back, you big baby"

He grumbled and snuggled with you closer, his breathing study and his hands caressing your your hips tenderly.

"My dove…"he said before drifting back to sleep.

"My prince" you closed your eyes with a satisfied expression on your face and soft butterflies in your belly.

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki layfeyson x you #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki friggachild #loki friggason #loki fanfiction

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thisisarcanereverie · 8 months ago

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Welcome to Westview

A/N: Hey! it's been a while since I've written anything (writers block on top of various other concerns) and with AAA coming out I've been wanting to write another Wanda fic and I've had this idea for a while now. I've actually written 3 chapters in this series in advance so the updates on this should be pretty consistent.

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Summary: in 1980's Westview, you move into town and are quickly meet your new neighbors.

Warnings: Slight Cussing, Loki x Reader x Wanda love triangle

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, they are property of Marvel I do however own the banner down below.

‘This is good,” you told yourself, ‘this will be the new start I need.”

You count the raindrops that glide down the window pane of your seat on the bus, you still have quite a ways to go yet to your destination and your mind refuses to be quiet enough for you to catch a few minutes of rest. You silently cursed yourself for not bringing your book onto the bus with you instead of leaving it snug within your suitcase. So to entertain yourself you’ve been counting the raindrops as Billy Joel plays softly in the background. In between counting and cursing you’ve been giving yourself small pep talks about how this ‘fresh start’ was going to change everything and be everything you hoped–no– everything you needed it to be.

Westview had to be everything you hoped it would be.

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The rain was still coming down as the bus arrived at your stop, while annoying, you were just thankful it wasn’t a torrential downpour. The walk from the stop to your new home while unpleasant, at least wasn’t far, you wore sensible shoes for this very reason. You were the only one that filed out along with two other passengers, a regular looking woman with a blonde bob and the other was someone you hadn’t even noticed before. He had been tall, with dark gelled hair and green eyes that adorned a well sculpted face. He had this aura of refinement that didn’t fit someone who had taken a greyhound bus to get off at a stop in a town that no one has even heard of, in New Jersey of all places. Nevertheless you tore your eyes away from this enigma and continued on your small quest to gather your luggage before starting on your journey to your new home.

You thanked the driver as he handed you your two suitcases, heavy with clothes and other personal belongings that you had taken with you rather than shipped. Your hands gripped the handles tightly as you took a deep breath, ready to face the journey. However before you even stepped five steps away from the stop you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around.

“I’m sorry,” it was the refined man from earlier, “but do you have a ride?” His voice had a nice timber to it that was attached to a subtle english accent.

“No I don’t,” You said, “but it’s alright, where I’m heading isn’t far from here.”

“Let me drive you,” he said, pointing to a sleek black car just two steps away, “my car is right there, there should be enough room for your luggage in the back seat.”

“I’ll be alright,” you tried to assure him but he shook his head.

“My mother raised a gentleman,” he explained, “if I let a lady walk in the freezing rain she would string me up by the hair on my head.”

“We’re strangers,” you start, “how do I know you’re not some murderer?” You see him smile at that and chuckle slightly before pointing towards the shop close to his car.

“I’m Loki Laufeyson, I run the Westview Gazette,” he reached out his hand toward you, “and I assure you, as someone whose job is to report the news, Westview is a poor place to commit any crime–especially murder. Everyone and their great Aunts cousin will know the second it happens and know exactly who did it in five. Word travels faster in a small town than the speed of light, it sometimes seems.” You shake his hand, which almost engulfed your own, “and now that we’re strangers no more, may I please take your bags to the car and get out of the rain.”

You hesitate for a minute as you weigh your options, you either walk for 20 minutes in the rain or you take a chance and trust Loki Laufeyson…

Well, to hell with caution.

“Ok,” you relented, handing off one of the bags to the dark haired man, “I’m going to trust that you’re not going to dismember and scatter my remains throughout rural New Jersey.”

“I’m honored,” he snags the other one as well, a mischievous smile on his lips, “shall we?” Before you could insist on carrying at least one of your two suitcases of luggage he swiftly grabbed both and made his way to the car. Hastily you followed him, opening the door to the backseat so that he could place the luggage inside. Once done you barely register him moving past. He opens the door to the passenger seat and you hopped in, your hand doesn’t get the chance to reach for the handle before he closes the door for you. You guess he wasn’t kidding when he said that he was a gentleman.

“Where to?” He asks once in the driver's seat, brushing his dark and wet hair back and putting the keys in the ignition.

“2803 Sherwood Drive,” you replied as the engine of the vehicle roared to life, “it should only be a few minutes from here.”

“That it should,” he said, pulling out of the parking spot, a moment of silence passed before he spoke again, “so what brings you to Westview, it can’t be for sightseeing, not that there’s much to see. Visiting family or friends perhaps?”

“No,” you respond, “nothing like that. I’m actually moving here.”

“Why would anyone move here?”

“A new start,” you say absently as you watch the storefronts and townspeople with umbrella’s passing by.

“Alone?”

You look over to your new acquaintance and see a curious expression, “yeah,” you say, offering a smile, “but that’s not a bad thing, sometimes the best start to a new life is one where you start alone.”

“You are a curious person.” You hear him remark as he turns the corner, you see his eyes glance over at you momentarily before turning them back on the road.

“And you ask a lot of questions.”

“Part of the job I’m afraid,”

You see your street come into view, “Pull over to the house with the blue flowers in the front,” you unbuckle your seatbelt as he pulls over and turn to him, “Thank you for the ride Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Call me Loki,” He says as you were about to exit you hear him speak, “you never did tell me your name.”

You smile and introduce yourself before finally exiting the car fully, quickly you grab your two suitcases and close the door before he has the chance to do it for you. You get a few steps in before you hear him again, you turn and see he’s rolled the window down.

“By the way,” you could barely hear him, the rain getting heavier now, “I like your name.” You smile and wave him goodbye, as he does the same. You turn and walk the rest of the way to the front door where you set one case down the fish the keys from your jacket and then enter. You close the door as you hear Loki driving off, you then lean your back against it as you turn on the lights.

The home you’ve bought for yourself wasn’t large, two bedrooms, one to serve as your office and the other as a bedroom. It was a little outdated in terms of style, but it had a sunken living room that you couldn’t help but love and exposed brick. The walls were a kind of orange yellow that you were sure were because of cigarette smoke, but once you’ve washed the walls you’ll decide on what color to paint them. White was timeless and versatile but something like a burnt orange or muted brown was calling out to you. You would probably head to the hardware store this weekend and check it out, either way despite the shag carpeting and nicotine stained walls, this home of yours had great bones. For some reason the thought of the renovations and hard work on making this place your own filled you with both dread and anticipation.

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The movers had arrived not long after you did. You hadn’t brought much from your old home, having sold most of it, just the couch, tv, and a few other necessities like your desk and bedroom set had survived the great purge along with a few photo and record albums. You’ll buy another record player and picture frames at a later date, along with other decorations like vases and end tables and other necessities like pots and pans and basically everything else. You sold enough at a decent enough price to afford to do that without dipping into the money you’ve earned writing freelance.

It hadn’t taken long to get settled in, maybe two hours at the most with the most difficult part being getting the bed upstairs and into the bedroom. But once that was done the rest went smoothly, you paid the movers for their services and went about making a list of necessities for your new home with the top ones to be bought immediately like cleaners and alike along with purchasing a vehicle of your own. Most immediate errands can be run on foot but the others required a vehicle–specifically–a vehicle with a large trunk.

You drew back the thin curtains that the place came with and let the sunlight bleed through, the previous storm having passed a little bit ago and as you looked at the sky and assumed that the worst had passed and doubted it would rain again for the rest of the day. So you grabbed your suitcases from the kitchen and made your way upstairs to quickly change into a different outfit, not particularly wanting to wear the still slightly damp clothing you’ve traveled in to run to the store. You changed into a plain shirt with jeans and a jean jacket, you slipped on your shoes from earlier and grabbed your house keys before exiting.

You no sooner reached the end of your walkway when you heard someone calling out. At first you weren’t sure if it was for you until you saw the mess of light auburn curls attached to a–frankly–beautiful woman. You waited until the woman caught up with you, which wasn’t long.

“Hello there,” She said, extending her hand, “I’m Wanda, your neighbor, I would’ve come out sooner but you seemed busy and I didn’t want to bother.”

“Oh,” you shook her hand, “it wouldn’t have been a bother.”

“Yes it would’ve,” she smiled, “I get how hectic moving can be, I moved to this slice of heaven a few years ago and I’m still rummaging through a few boxes.” She retracts her hand, “anyways you probably have somewhere to be and I’ve got to get back inside before my boys decide to burn down the house, I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood and if you need anything just holler.” Wanda reaches out to you with her other hand which you only just notice holds a scrap of paper with a series of numbers written elegantly in red ink. “This is my number and again, if you need anything like a cup of sugar or just someone to talk to I’ll answer.”

“Thank you,” you said, carefully tucking the number safely into your jean pocket, “I’ll definitely call, I don’t really know anyone here so I hope we can be friendly.”

“I hope so too,” she smiles, “well I don’t want to keep you too long, if you have time tomorrow I have the day off so drop by and we can talk.”

“That sounds good,” you smile, somehow already excited for tomorrow, “I’ll see you then!”

“See you!”

And with that you both parted ways, with you glancing back momentarily before continuing on your errand, less than twenty four hours in and you’ve already made some progress in building a new and better life than the one you’ve had before.

You glance momentarily at your hands and swear that this time it will be different, no one will know here, and news of you will not travel this far. You will have a better life, you swear it.

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amphitriteswife · 1 year ago

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Too far in to turn Away

💚x💜

Warnings: Angst, no comfort. Newest chapter incident.

Pairing: Loki x Sigyn reader.

Disclaimer: Sigyn in this story belongs to @miss-seanymph-pani ‘s oc.

Tags:@miss-seanymph-pani @brokensenseofhumor @vilereign @monstertreden @tinyy-tea-cup @viostar2095 @nicasdreamer

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Loki was staring up at the ceiling. His eyes not really holding any emotion besides sadness and perhaps regret. He hates feelings. They bothered him and he had no idea on how to deal with them. They were a nuisance. Odin had forbidden him to do anything. Yet everyone was surprised that he obliged. It was no secret that he was dealing with something and he hated it. He hated that everyone knew. Ironic isn’t it? He’s usually always in other’s business. Yet when it comes to himself he dispises it. He turned and looked at the mirror. His eyes staring directly into his. He hated it. He looked pathetic. He hated looking at the effect this all had on him.

He took a deep breath and sighed before he left his chambers. On his way out he bumped into Sif and Idunn. Loki could already feel their displeased aura. Sif looked at him with masked anger. She was one off the goddesses his wife was close with. He clenched jaw and avoided Sif who scoffed at him. Her gold hair flaring up. He remembered how Sif got her golden hair. He played a prank on her and had to pay the price. He laughed a little. The relaisstation hit him like a ton of bricks. This was just like any other prank he played, he now had to pay the price. But now it was different, because no matter the prank, no matter how bad he fucked up, she would be there for him. But she isn’t here….and its all his fault. Loki felt his eyes sting and swallowed before he excused himself. He still smiled as ever, yet his eyebrows and eyes gave away what he was feeling. Eyes are the mirror of one’s soul after all. He walked past both Sif and Idunn. He hadn’t looked at Idunn once, but already knew she only felt pity for him as if he was a pathetic child.

He walked endlessly in the castle. Why? He couldn’t answer that question either. Perhaps he was unintentionally searching for something. Something that reminded him of her. That’s why he even got up today. For her. He’d do it all just for her. He was too deep in thought to know that he stopped in front of the room he once kept a secret in. His eyes lingering on the handle before you could hear a soft clink of the handle being pushed. He stepped inside the room and scanned it. His eyes falling on the porcelain doll. It looked dusty, as if no one took care of it. Loki closed the door and walked towards the doll. With every step he took he felt his anger flare up. He hated that thing now. He scowled and grabbed the doll by the shoulder before forcefully slamming it to the ground, shattering it in the process. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before his eyes noticed the wedding dress. It was plain and simple. Why? Was it plain and simple? A wedding dress is usually lavish and stylish right? So why that dress?… that’s because his wife wore a similar wedding dress. Loki picked up the wedding dress and dusted it off and neatly folded it. The dress was a reminder of his wife, how could he not neatly take care of it? He placed the dress on the bed in the room.

He took a step away from the bed and accidentally broke a another piece of the doll. He scoffed and stepped on the doll’e face, breaking it into even more pieces. The whole idea of that thing looking like Brunhilde made him sick. Why did he ever like her in the first place? Why? Brunhilde already had Siegfried, and he had his dear wife. He scoffed. He hated all of this. He wants to take it back. To make it seem as if it’s all a joke. But it wouldn’t help. He clenched his teeth, his body shaking. He himself wasn’t even sure if it wad rage or sadness. He closed his eyes, some tears falling in the process. He quickly put a hand over his mouth to suppress the sobs. He hated this. This wasn’t like him. Loki doesn’t cry. He doesn’t feel anything other than mischief and sadism. He hates humans. So why was he here in crying like one? He was a sobbing mess. He didn’t mean for all this to happen. He never wanted to hurt you. Why did he ever even like Brunhilde?…that’s right, it was because it reminded him of his wife of when she was a Valkyrie before she descended to a goddess. He didn’t love Brunhilde. He just loves what he saw in her, and what he saw was his wife.

Loki started sobbing even harder and buried his face into his hands quietly mumbled something for no one to hear. ‘Please..:i’m so sorry, i’ll do everything to make it right…I’ll cry and beg if thats what you want…. I know i’m a fool who took you for granted….please…I’ll do it all of you ask me too…i’m sorry….i’m so…so sorry….’ He sobbed some more before he took another deep breath to calm the crying. His eyes landed on a painting. A painting of his wife. It was a vivid and beautiful painting. A deep pain came over him as her he remembered that day, the day they had gotten married. He stared at the painting, but soon saw something he didn’t like. In the painting Loki was laying in her lap while he looked up at her, however her head was turned to the side a bit and so were her eyes. ‘Where are you looking at?’ Loki asked her in the painting as if she could respond. His eyes still burning from the tears. It annoyed him that she wasn’t looking at him. He walked closer to the painting ‘Don’t look away. Look at me.’ He said to the painting as if he was having a full conversation, yet there was no response. Loki fell to his knees in front of the painting and said in between sobs ‘please…I miss you…I want to see you…I hope you come back…Sigyn’

Note: thank yall for Reading this monstrosity. Also english isn’t my first language. So sorry about thay

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lagncx · 5 months ago

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Some things must end to begin

Heimdall x reader protecting a fire with bare hands pt 4 (other chapters on my master list it’s pinned!)

graduation was something to look forward to after Baldur Modi and Magni.

Hopefully you guys like it you can find it on Ao3 on the same name!!

tagging @loki-love @pkkkkk853456 @slaying69696969 @starke3y @itskrispykremer @gladiolus1010 @tao-tgsh @mother-mozquito zjust in case they would like to continue reading :D

inspired by at all costs from wish and I love writing so much

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A week after the deaths of Magni, Modi, and Baldur, Odin pretended everything was normal. By the gods, they all did, but there was a more gloomy aura around the Aesir family. But Odin said they had a graduation to attend for all who were training, so nobody was allowed to brood. Today was You and Heimdall's day. To you, he deserves it.

You hesitated standing at Heimdalls door, holding your clothes. You took a deep breath and knocked three times. There was shuffling and Heimdall opened the door. He looked at you then down at the clothes you had on hand “Oh, were you planning on changing in here?” He asked and you rolled your eyes “I always used to, it’s been a second since you and I had a conversation.” He looked at you for a good minute, rolling his eyes as he stepped to the side. You approached his bed looking at his clothes for tonight “White again?” You laughed and Heimdall sighed, pushing you to the side “You face the wardrobe I’ll face the bed.” He said and you started to undo your belt “So, who do you think will be there?” Heimdall hummed looking up as he undid his bracers both your backs to each other “Oh I don’t know, it is a ceremony brought together by The all father. So gosh, maybe everyone?” He said sarcastically. You had spent so much time with Heimdall since the first day of training that his insults and being his punching bag along with his overwhelming confidence and sarcasm had grown like its own language and only you could understand. You took off your top and held your stomach as it shot a bit of pain. Heimdall had already gotten down to his underclothes putting on his celebratory pants first

It was silent “That stomach still hurting you?” He asked and you mumbled “Mhm” Heimdall crossed his arms “I could ask all father to help you get-“ you cut him off “No! The all father has done enough for me already haha…and I think I’ll have to get over it myself. It hurts but, not unbearable, it’s even worse because-“ there was a growl from her stomach Heimdall laughed “Well let us hurry and get ready.” You looked at the clothes in front of you. They were so nice and emitted a sense of what it was like to be royal. But a dress? Really? Nothing wrong with it, but it’s been so long since you last wore a dress, even a skirt. You felt the fabric in between your fingers, and stripping down you pulled on the dress letting it shape itself around you. You turned to Heimdall who was already looking, making you feel anxious. You spun in a circle “Well what do you think?” You smiled though it was slightly uncomfortable having his eyes on you for so long in clothing you weren’t even confident in. He looked up at your face, his face blank. “They gave you a tent or you’re just fat.” He smirked making you frown, looking down trying to pull the fabric from your stomach. Heimdall watched but grabbed your hand “Enough, you’ll stretch it out and dirty it.” He grabbed the white elbow-length gloves that went with your outfit and slipped them on, “I won’t be seen walking around with someone dressed inappropriately.”

You had lifted your hand fingers grazing his bare chest, you hadn’t noticed it before because before it wasn’t very evident, Heimdall had grown his shoulders and chest wider veins in his arms and tattoos on his chest down his side, you couldn’t help but notice the ink was gold, almost blending with his skin.

he really was crafted by the gods. You had seen him shirtless many times and he had seen you too, but that’s when you were younger. You looked up seeing the way he furrowed his brows making a slight crease, being this close you could see things you’d never seen, the moles, the stubble on his chin, his lips weren’t only soft but they were shiny, you’d have to ask him what he used for them, you then noticed he had a few braids undone hair falling from his ear, and he smelled…divine. He finally pulled away and his eyes locked with yours, his brows going up, you pulled your eyes down. Clearing your head as fast as you could. “What?” He said, and you looked at him and shrugged, acting obliviously “Just, maybe you should have your hair down tonight.”

Heimdall rolled his eyes “And look like a fool?” He tapped his chin. “Hmm...no I think not.” He turned and pulled on his long-sleeved shirt grabbing a gold ring and slipping it on, he turned to you while you looked at a mirror and tried fixing your hair. Heimdall's eyes wandered your figure, he wasn’t the only one who’d changed your body had molded it into something that wasn’t there before and he’d being so humble quietly took credit for most of it, to him if he never met you, you’d be eaten alive by the world, he harden you up. There wasn’t much to say about it but there was a large scar that lined from the top of your lip to the left side of your chin…an accident. He was punished heavily for it, After that it was never talked about again and in the depths of your mind you held no grudge about it, there were other scars he’d given you during your sparring sessions, but you always stood back up. He’d take credit for that.

But your body wouldn’t be called pretty and your scar made that harder. He knew you were insecure about it when men started to cringe in your direction but to be fair they were naive boys who had no idea what made up a woman’s body. But you had dark spots where you’d pick your scars, a bright red spot on your cheek still bleeding and Heimdall would slap your hand for picking at it. Heimdall thought it made you Mortal for sure, human. You were human.

You weren’t like other girls in Asgard as corny as it sounds, you didn’t wear fancy garments never having enough to afford and you were fine with your own dresses but training had occupied almost everything, or enjoyed sitting with the other girls gossiping but…when did you ever leave Heimdall's side? unless he went to a different realm or away in the great lodge. But that doesn’t matter, you’d only be talking to people who lied, who lied to themselves even, and he couldn’t stomach that. But you’ve grown…and you were beautifully imperfect. But he’d never tell you that. He’d take that thought with him to his grave. Looking down at his golden piece of jewelry he smiled and walked over to you.

Heimdall grabbed your wrist making you look at him confused “What the hell?” He only glared at you making you silent and continued doing what he was doing. Gently he locked the golden bracelet around your wrist and took off one of his golden neck chains. You stopped breathing when his arms went around your neck, “this is a privilege and this is priceless so do take care of it. I mean it.” He whispered in your ear, locking the chain securely. Taking a clip from his hair making his braids fall he walked behind you facing you towards the mirror “I decided to change my mind, I think I will have my hair down tonight.” Taking the clip he tucked it in your hair lifting one side, peaking over your shoulder he watched the way your eyes looked at yourself. ‘Pretty’ he heard your thoughts say in awe. He didn’t respond, but yes, you were.

You touched the neck chain gently “But, why?” You asked him “you’re so bland, so I gave you something to help you not look like plain yogurt on a plate.” He laughed and you didn’t seem amused. “And…and I mean we’re matching so why not give my partner a few gifts.” You smiled and went to hug him only to fall face first into his bed “Mm- no hugs please.” You let out a huff and then you realized, “Heimdall what about shoes?” You asked “What?” He sounded offended. “Did they not give you shoes?” You shook your head “Th-they did but I-“ he put a hand up “Stop, think and repeat your sentence speak plain.” He sat next to you, you slumped back “I don’t know how to put them on…”

….there was silence

He snorted, the sound breaking the tense atmosphere and prompting you to glare at him. “It’s not funny!” you exclaimed, your voice tinged with frustration. Heimdall, raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, flashed a slight grin. “A little,” he replied, but your heart sank as you slumped over your knees, feeling the weight of the moment.

“I’ve never had fancy things, Heimdall! You’ve been raised in gold,” you admitted, your tone heavy with vulnerability. He shook his head firmly, determination etched across his features. “Don’t say that. Just because I’m royal doesn’t mean I’m responsible for your lack of family or riches.” His voice softened slightly, but there was an underlying intensity that made you squirm. “Be happy you have clothes to wear to the ceremony. Be grateful to The All-Father that he had our personal seamstress and tailors make you a one-of-a-kind dress, shoes, and gloves. Oh, and did I not just give you MY jewels?” The last words escaped with a hint of exasperation, and you felt the heat of shame creep into your cheeks.

As he glared at you, the glow in his eyes became more pronounced, like twin orbs of molten gold, and it felt as if he was trying to drag you into a shadowed abyss with his piercing gaze. You looked down, disappointment flooding through you like icy water. “I’m… I’m not taking it for granted, I’m sorry, Heimdall.”

Feeling the weight of his unhappiness, you picked up the delicate shoes, studying them carefully. Confusion danced across your features as you inspected the intricate strands meant to tie around your legs. The tension shifted when Heimdall’s gaze softened a degree, the frustration melting away into something more tender. With a sigh, he reached for the shoe, his hands deftly guiding your leg onto his lap.

“Watch what I do,” he instructed softly, his demeanor shifting into one of patient authority. As he slipped the shoe onto your foot, his fingers moved with a practiced grace, tightening the strands in an elegant crisscross pattern that wound around your leg before he seamlessly looped it just under your knee and tied it in a sturdy double knot. You couldn’t help but smile as he finished.

“Move it around, not too tight?” he asked. With a tentative movement, you pushed your foot forward and back, testing the fit. “It’s perfect, thank you,” you said, a genuine warmth spreading through you. ‘How did he even know how to do that?’ You wondered, curiosity flaring as you looked at him anew.’

Heimdall sighed and started working on the other shoe “Don’t get any ideas, I used to “ he let out a grunt of something you weren't sure of “…when she was still around I used to help Frigg with her shoes, you know Frigg?” You shrugged cluelessly “Baldur's mother. The all fathers ex-wife.” You looked at him “Your mom?” He tied your shoe and you put your legs down “Gods no.” He said, “hold yourself together when I say this but I have nine mothers.” Your jaw dropped, Heimdalls face twisted in disgust “Please stop imagining how The All Father And Nine women conceived me.” You closed your eyes and thought of anything else. “But yes I know how to tie these sorts of heels.”

Outside had started to grow dark. You and Heimdall left the room you tripped over a crack in between the wood panel floors but stepped with less carelessness. Your head turned to see a citizen of Asgard lay a bouquet of lavender flowers at Modi’s door then another at Baldurs and Magnis. Heimdall took your arm and proceeded to the Black Thunder that was holding the ceremony. It was a little walk so you avoided conversation unless Heimdall initiated. He did not. His hand was on your back leading you to the door “Alright, let’s see what stupid people we have to converse with.” He walked in holding the door for you, you walked in smiling when the burst of life came through, music, cheering, drinking, and dancing!

You took an inhale ready to say- “no I'm not dancing with you, let’s just find somewhere to sit and enjoy a cup and play the quiet game.” He continued in front of you. You frowned. On your way to a seat, you saw some of the people you and Heimdall trained with, wave at you. You looked around and slowly waved back, a few seconds ago you were sure they hated you. Heimdall had crossed his arms plopping down on a seat in the corner of the place farther from the stage. You sat across from him.

Silence…well silent between you both, boring. You bit your lip and looked at Heimdall “I’m gonna go, try and mingle I guess?” He looked at you and laughed “You? Mingle?..alright.” He shrugged and watched others. You stretched and looked at the table of people from your same class and they smiled waving you over, you smiled ear to ear and sat down. “Well well, finally decided to get away from grumpy pants and hang with the real warriors?” You rolled your eyes. “He’s not always grumpy.” You said but laughed at the joke, one of the girls sat back “Mead?” You looked at her cup and grabbed it with both hands while taking a slow drink. “Bitter..” you said, giving it back.

Heimdall rolled his eyes as he watched from a distance. Now they were showing interest in you just because you had developed curves and excelled in your training? A year ago, they had laughed and ridiculed you. For the moment, Heimdall decided to mind his own business. However, if he was being honest, it felt strange not having you around. His leg bounced impatiently as he thought about it.

“So, do you do anything besides following the paranoid giant hunter around Asgard?” You looked to your left at a guy who smiled at you, and your brow arched. “Paranoid?” you asked. Looking around, you added, “Is that how he seems to you all?” They laughed. “He's waiting for a giant that'll never come on top of that wall.” You didn't get the joke but laughed anyway; after all, he did much more than that.

One of the guys smiled at you and put his arm around your shoulder. “Nice necklace,” he said. You smiled back—he wasn't unattractive, but you've never really sought out romance. Then he looked down, and you pulled back. “Woah there. Not even trying to be sneaky about it?” you scoffed. He laughed, saying, “I like what I like.” You rolled your eyes. This might not have been your crowd.

Suddenly people got quiet and Odin approached the stage. You said your goodbyes hurrying back to Heimdall who had looked at you and back to Odin you sat next to him sitting up straight. Your nerves were everywhere

‘What if I don’t graduate?’ You thought ‘what if he gets rid of me, what if I move down and I won’t know anything about myself, my father…I wish he was here oh gods I wish he was here to tell me it’s okay to run.’ But your thoughts stopped when a hand slipped around your leg pulling you over closer and rubbing comfortingly on your knee and leg, not too high to be considered disrespectful.

You smiled at Heimdall and your mind eased. You turned your head to Heimdall, everyone including him focusing on Odin as he spoke about progress and how proud he was of the citizens who lived here. You felt a lump form in your throat looking at Heimdall, his hair covering his eyes from your view, his nose and lips in view. You rubbed your lips together with the dents between your top and bottom lip from Heimdall's sword connecting like a puzzle piece, a small sensory thing you did. You felt your voice move before your brain. speaking without thinking, Whispering softly only to him, like if you were sharing a secret from the heart when you were a kid. “heimdall.” He looked over at you, his eyes had locked with yours, now you were vulnerable, completely an open book. “I know…” you licked your lips to soften your whispering “I know people feel you are cruel, and that you feel the world is full of filth but, I am so thankful for you.” That was all you could muster up to say, there was something left unsaid but you weren’t sure what, you weren’t sure if you even would know soon. Heimdall stayed silent and turned back to watch Odin.

It was heartwarming to see everyone walking up there and hear people’s speech, most of them saying thank you to All Father and their families. Heimdalls grip on your leg was tighter. Maybe he was nervous too? You put your hand on top of his, the last person to be called would get the highest status and it was time for the last three. A name was called and you and Heimdall looked at each other confused if you heard it right. “Did he say Thrúd?” You asked and said girl ran up the platform with whoops and cheers behind her “That’s right Little Valkyrie!” Someone said you laughed happily as she put on her medal, Odin smiled softly at her and pushed her along.

Now, the last two. You swallowed your spit, and you didn’t realize how tight you and Heimdall had held each other's hand, Odin cleared his throat “This person, you all know, is very devoted and committed to Asgards safety, they’ve been devoted since they were born, they are the backbone, the spine of Asgard. Without him, I’d have a lot more work on my back.” Him? Heimdall? But, he was supposed to be the last one, does that mean you wouldn’t graduate? Heimdall had a confused look but before he had to get up, you took your hands and touched up his hair pushing it into something more acceptable so Odin wouldn’t degrade his appearance, you knew Odin's approval meant the world for Heimdall, you think(?). You smiled and Odin said a few other words “Yes…Anyways, my son Heimdall.” There was clapping and some cheers almost making the seat shake and you smiled clapping loudly, you didn’t matter right now, Heimdall deserves this. Heimdall walked up to the stage and Odin gave him his medal smiling at him for a second, that was it. Heimdall kept his face like a stone and bowed, turning to the crowd he muttered a little “Thank you.” And hurried off the podium. Coming towards you, you stood up “I’m sorry you’re not getting recognized” you shook your head “It’s alright..” you said

‘no it wasn’t.’

“But you did splendid work. I don’t understand,” Heimdall tried to comfort you. Then the All-Father spoke.

“The last person I want to recognize has truly demonstrated that even in extreme loss and grief, one can remain as strong as a mountain, and that water can transform into blood. I remember setting impossible expectations for them to meet—standing in their father's shoes. Many of you may not realize the significance of the man in our history. He cleared his throat. “This individual has shown that they can be tough and resilient, reacting forcefully, yet they can also embody the peaceful chaos of water. More importantly, they have proven that they can love—and indeed, they do love. They will be the heart of us; like the world serpent, they will wrap around us and protect us.” People were confused and seemed ready to leave when Heimdall was announced, as everyone had assumed he would be the last speaker.

Odin smiled and said, “Through ridicule and cruelty, they chose to persevere. Not only do they represent heart, but she also embodies you and the Midgardians—every mortal out there across the nine realms.” Your breath hitched in response, and Heimdall stepped back, confusion washing over his face. You were ranking higher than him? No, that wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You stepped forward past Heimdall, feeling an ache that wasn't in your stomach this time—it was in your heart. It urged you to accept this opportunity. You deserved it. However, your mind couldn't stop considering how Heimdall would be affected. Then, your heart and mind synchronized: yes, tonight was your night. Odin smiled and said, “She will also be teaching me; I'm sure she has many ideas for our future, all of our future. I've never seen a heart so big, especially from a young girl whose hair was shorter than my sons'. Her eyes were still so full of life, and I've watched from afar as I've seen how fearless she can be.”

You were so enveloped by his endearing words that you didn't notice how he spoke about you in ways Heimdall never heard before.

Everyone turned to you and the world was silent not even the fire from the kitchen crackled, Odin smiled breaking the silence with a whisper “Don't be afraid, come, my dear.” You stepped away from your table and approached the walkway and everyone watched you, weren't they supposed to cheer, but you expected this, you weren't popular among Asgardians they saw you as someone who the gods took pity on. Everyone watched you and you swallowed your breakfast feeling nauseous, you approached Odin, you bowed, and waited for the medal but it didn't come instead you were warmly embraced “Im so proud of you.” You felt your eyes water, It had been so long since someone held you so lovingly since a father-like figure held you, and said they were proud of you, it was like a blast from the past.

—-

Your father had given you a stool and watched from a distance as you brushed your horse. She was a draft horse, large and majestic, with long hair that you had braided flowers into. Your father was tall and handsome, gruff but not harsh. He smelled of salt from the sea and sand. Your home was no more than 100 feet from the water.

After finishing, you let out a sigh of relief. He picked you up and placed you on your horse. "Listen closely," he said. "She can feel if you're afraid. You wanted a horse, and now you have her. You need to ride her, take care of her, bond with her, and trust her. If you do that, she will trust you in return. I'm so proud of you. Now go and ride, but be back before dark."

—-

Tears streamed down your face as you found solace in Odin's embrace, clinging to him as if he were your lifeline. Despite the weight of your emotions threatening to shatter you, you slowly pulled back, hastily wiping your eyes. A warm smile graced his lips as he removed one of his ornate rings, murmuring an incantation that filled the air with a shimmering light reminiscent of the Bifrost. With a gentle yet confident motion, he slid the ring onto your left hand.

“People of Asgard,” he declared, his voice resonating with authority, “before you stands your peacemaker, the guardian of the Nine Realms. She will protect you with unwavering courage and inspire us all to become better.”

Heimdall's face contorted in disbelief, his brow furrowing as he struggled to comprehend the chaotic surge of emotions swirling around him. “What?” he exclaimed, his voice barely rising above the din of the crowd. For a fleeting moment, the torrent of thoughts from those around him crashed into his mind like a relentless wave, overwhelming him with its intensity. He instinctively clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the cacophony of voices and feelings that threatened to drown him in their enormity. The sheer weight of their collective anxiety, joy, and confusion pressed down on him, leaving him momentarily disoriented and gasping for clarity amidst the chaos.

‘kinda sounds like Tyr’

‘is he trying to replace Tyr?’

‘Protector of all nine realms? So Heimdall will just watch Asgard.’

What was this? Heimdall looked down his eyes glowed a light purple shutting out the thoughts, what was this? He watched you holding hands with Odin smiling and thanking him.

What. was. this. feeling? Jealousy, betrayal. No, it was hatred.

You approached the podium and this was your chance, to say something from the heart. That is what you were being noticed for, wasn't it? “Id like to start by saying thank you to The All Father for giving me such a rare opportunity, to those who washed the dirt and blood from me when I was taken under his wing, to the keepers of Black Thunder who let me sleep under their roof, and to a person who talked to me when I was alone, who pushed me harder and challenged me to do better to fight for what I wanted and show me what it means to ‘protect’, thank you Heimdall for being my friend.” you smiled at him and he didn't return it. You looked down then back up at the crowd they watched you like owls. your heart beated faster words being pumped into your brain

“When I look at you all, there is just no way I could explain, even if I tried to I don't think I could put into words how much Asgard means to me, you still amaze me after all this time.” You smiled, being more mortal than god you saw how little they were appreciated. “If someone tried to hurt you I don't see how that could happen, I'd fight for you in ways you can't imagine. And if there is no danger, I hope it would be alright to Stay right here beside you all.”

“And I promise, I will protect you, no matter what. I will keep you all safe in my arms and dedicate every moment to your safety.” You put a hand to your heart, your eyes welling up with tears. “If you're ever feeling lost, I will come to find you. I will stand strong on all fronts; there’s no ocean I won’t swim across to be right by your side. And if you ever doubt my commitment or feel otherwise, here and now, I swear on my life that I will always be there for you.”

People looked at you, their faces unreadable at first, and then there was an uproar—a good one. People cheered and clapped, and suddenly you felt seen and loved. You walked off the platform and went to find Heimdall, but with everyone leaving it was harder to distinguish him from the crowd and you felt panic rise did he leave you behind?

Making it outside it was pouring heavily and your white dress was not fit for this weather you just wanted to be with one of the most important people in your life, and then you saw him his back to you.

Letting out a happy shrill you skipped in front of him only for him to have this face of disgust towards you. “What?” you asked confused at the look he was giving you, he shook his head “What do you mean what? You really don't know? That stunt you pulled.” he sneered “You are no protector your no god, The All Father will realize his mistake. His mistake in thinking someone like you can handle a job like that.” Pushing through you he walked down the hill, you shook your head and ran in front of him blocking his path he looked at you “Move.” he said glaring at you, you shook your head “I- I don't know why he made me protector of the nine realms, and I am a god!” you put your arms out but if he wanted you to move he could make you.

Heimdall felt something in him snap and he grabbed you by your chin his nails digging so deep he could smell the blood flowing onto his nails you yelped looking up at him “No! You are nothing!” Your whimpering went silent looking up at him in disbelief and hurt, doesn't he know you would give everything for him, for his family? “I- I can fix it-“ Heimdall let out a groan before throwing you down the hill landing into the mud and hitting your head against a horse feeder, before you could recover you were being held by your hair your eyes half-lidded you saw purple eyes piercing yours “You…Are nothing but a leech and you’ve feasted on me and my family for too long.” Looking down at your neck he snatched the chain he had so gently placed on you he threw it somewhere in the grass and pulled you closer. His eyes examined your thoughts, your mind, your heart. “That’s what I like to see, your mind is starting to register where you belong.” He smiled “We’ve been here before haven’t we?” You could no longer ignore it, Heimdall was cruel but there had to be a reason behind it, you coughed and spit out some dirt that had gotten on your lip “Yes, I remember now.” Suddenly you heard that familiar ring that caused you to look around in panic trying to pull from his grip. “It was when you first came to patrol the wall with me.”

—-

You and Heimdall had walked off the lift and onto the wall, it was a bright day and the air was blowing smoothly. Heimdall had invited you to the wall. It was normal, it was going smoothly and you of course were talking the whole time but you slipped “Father has given me so many opportunities!” Heimdalls head snapped your way, his curls were only atop his head, his hair hadn't been so long yet, you laughed but seeing the look in his eye you were confused “what? was it something I-“

In a split second the sound of the air being cut was right in front of you, blinking in surprise you saw the legendary sword Hofud it glowed like the books describe and the tip had a stain of fresh red blood, licking your lip because it tickled you didn’t feel the pain till it washed over you, feeling from your top lip to your chin you sobbed, the sword being touched with Bifrost made it only hurt more.” Suddenly you felt rage overtaking you did he just strike you? “What was that for ?!” Heimdall pushed you “He is not your Father! He’s mine! And you are forgetting your place.” You only let out a yell charging at him and both of you went flying off the wall, Heimdall wasn’t exactly good at weaving back then, you were both younger and a little more foolish. You and him got separated from the force of falling, A panic squall came from the sky and Heimdall yelled for Huginn immediately being transported on top of the wall, looking around for you before noticing you were still falling. You only screamed when your anger turned to fear, falling stomachfirst into water. You felt nothing but a cold blanket of the lake wrapped around you comfortingly. The water pushed you back to shore before you passed out feeling a stinging pain on your lip and chin. Heimdall had run to his father to retrieve you, and the next day he apologized and you swore you saw bruises on his arm. You forgave and forgot this a long time ago. But Heimdall blamed you for the punishment he received.

—-

That ringing, it was Hofud. You looked at Heimdall as he pressed his blade into that already healed scar“You dared call The king of the Aesir your father, just because we lost my nephews and my brother don’t think you can fill any voids. I won’t let you hurt my home, this is my realm to protect. You stay out. I never want to see you again.”

Letting you go, he proceeded to whatever he was heading towards. But you got up, taking off those gloves. “That’s why you’ll never be anything more.” The footsteps stopped.

“What?” he whispered, as you removed those damn heels. “The reason you’re not the protector of the Nine Realms is because you only weave and duck. You never had to fight You've been coddled and dressed in gold since you were born; you only used that sword on me because you knew—” You sniffled but wiped your tears away. “You know I would never fight back.”

You stumbled but turned, tiredly slouching. You sensed him rubbing the pommel of his sword. He laughed. “Are you challenging me, leech?”

You laughed in response. “How many times have you beaten me to make a spectacle to demonstrate your strength? Was it for our peers, or was it because you wanted the All-Father to see you? Those birds circling our skies recorded every punch, kick, and cut you ever gave me, and I—naively—still followed you around!”

Heimdall spun around, his voice sharp like a dagger. "That was your choice! I never forced you to stay!" There was an unsettling truth to your words. Deep down, he knew he had reveled in belittling you and others, trying desperately to prove himself worthy. But Odin, the All-Father, was not after bravado; he sought something deeper. Heimdall had realized this after inflicting countless wounds—both physical and emotional—that he silently regretted. Yet, he could never bring himself to admit it.

In his efforts to change, he had attempted to soften his approach, to make amends for his past transgressions. But when he witnessed the way Odin embraced you, how he admired you, and proclaimed that YOU would lead Asgard into a brighter future, it pierced Heimdall's heart like a blade. The overwhelming tide of pain, anger, and sorrow surged within him, and all the progress he had made crumbled away. In an instant, he was back to his old self, lashing out and channeling his tumultuous emotions into yet another assault on you.

You laughed again. “You a protector? Ha! You protect out of obligation, not because you care—unlike I do.” Suddenly, Heimdall struck you in the face with his fist. He expected a yell of pain, a cry, or a curse, but instead, you swung back, missing him. However, something new followed your punch: a wave of water formed from the raindrops, almost resembling a blade. It was something you had never done before.

Heimdall weaved and ducked as your punches came swiftly, the water manipulation making it harder for him to evade. Eventually, you stopped, tired and breathing heavily. Heimdall watched you, noting how the dress constricted your movements. You looked up, letting out a pained sob; his nails still left imprints on your cheek. Both of you stood there, silent. If either of you walked away now, it would signal the end—nothing more to say unless it was strictly business.

Heimdall didn't move.

But you did, and walked right past him, shoulder-bumping him. So you ended it; good for you… for now.

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Hey nobody should be allowed to treat you like shit yall just fyi

oh and yes you do have water manipulation hydro kinesis? aquake Nesis????

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Tasting Temptation 2

-part 2-

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Loki decides to take what you’ve so glady been offering on a silver platter.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: 18+ | Dom/Sub elements, Food sex, Oral sex (m&f recieving), Vaginal sex, Slight Dom!Reader

Apparently, Loki was not kidding about this morning. Because here you were, in his room after he told you to get in his bed and ‘be ready’ as you recall. He didn’t specify what “be ready” meant, but you guessed it was code for ‘get naked’. Therefore, you did. It was exhilarating at first, your pussy wet and your nipples hard from anticipation. Well until he had left you waiting for an hour now. What the hell, you were pissed at him for leaving you so long in such an excited state. You thought more than once if you should just have a little fun with yourself before he arrived but you wanted to wait, like a good girl.

Okay, maybe you touched yourself a little bit, but not much.

Now you were examining his room, you’ve never been inside it, but its aura radiated Loki. You guessed Loki had done something with his magic, because the room definitely wasn’t something modern and sleek like the rest of the tower, but it was cozy and inviting. The floors were a rich dark oak, adding warmth to the cool toned emerald green walls. It was beautiful, your eyes drawn to the shelves adorned with a mix of trinkets and books. Another thing you noticed were the various plants he had scattered around the corners of his room.

Curling into the sheets, you took one of his pillows to cuddle while you waited. Taking in the scent. it smelt just like Loki, a musky mint with a hint of the cologne he wears. You were just starting to drift asleep with the pillow still clutched to your chest when the door creaked open.

“Loki!”

He looked you up and down. “Oh? I didn’t imagine you’d be so ready,” Loki said, leaning on the arch of the door. A smirk splayed on his face, his words playfully mocking.

“Loki, I can’t believe you left me waiting for-,” you trailed off, his eyes glittered with amusement as they traveled down your body. “Oh my god!” You flush, scattering to find the pillow you tossed when Loki had startled you, completely forgetting that you were stark naked.

Loki chuckles, waking up beside the bed before catching your chin and making your downturned eyes look up at him. “Couldn’t wait a few minutes, are you truly that desperate to get a taste of me?” He smirked, his hands ghosting down your body, feeling your curves.

“It was not just a ‘few minutes’ ah-,” you gasp, as his long pale fingers reach your awaiting cunt, slipping between your slick folds, “Loki!”

He leans down, nipping the shell of your ear as he caresses your needy pussy, “Such a good girl, all wet and ready for me.”

You mewl as his fingers circulate your engorged clit, the sound of his voice reverberating in your ears. He dips his fingers into your cunt, pumping them a couple times before bringing them to his lips. Swirling his tongue around the slickened fingers he takes them into his mouth groaning at the taste.

“You’re about to taste so much sweeter, pet.”

Before you even get the care to process the meaning of his words, you fist the front of his tunic forcing the both of you down until his lips crash against yours. You moan as he lightly slaps your thigh, hurrying to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Your hands tremble with need as you fumble with the buttons, finally managing to pull the shirt apart, revealing his toned chest. You studied him, running your fingers down his pale skin, feeling every dip and curve. He was the very definition of a god.

Your arms wrapping around his neck without a thought, pulling him tighter towards you. His lips pressed against yours, releasing an airy moan. He left your lips, tracing down your jaw to the side of your neck.

“Before we start,” he sits up, studying you as his tongue tastes his lips, “I have a little treat for you, well really me.” He smirks.

Lifting the palm of his hand towards the ceiling, from what you recall his seiðr, you guessed, swirled in his hands, the beautiful green lighting the features of his face. A small portal opened above dropped down a bottle of whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries.

You raise a brow at him, “and what do you expect to do with that?”

“Eat it,” he grins, “off you.”

“Oh,”

“Yes, since you thought it was so humorous to tempt me these last couple days, I might as well take what you so gladly been offering.” He says, popping open the bottle of whipped cream before spurting some on each of your nipples.

You gasp as the cool cream hits your nipple, sending a small shock of pleasure through you. He takes a nipple into his sucking on the sweet cream before moving to the other and swirling his heated tongue around your cooled nipple.

“Please, Loki,” You sigh, grinding your hips against his body to release the building pressure of your pulsing clit.

“So needy,” he grins, “open.” he says, bringing the can to your lips before filling your mouth with sweet cream. You kept your gaze solely on Loki, he brings a strawberry up to your lips, you suck jt softly before biting into it. It’s juices squirting on your chin. Swallowing the cream and strawberry, then licking up the remnants that had dribbled down your chin. He pries your mouth open once again, before shoving his index finger with your mouth, “Suck.”

You did, your tongue swirling around his finger, that had been covered in sweet chocolate syrup moments before. His eyes never left your lips, hazey from the lust that clouded in them. Retracting his fingers, he kisses you, his tongue slipping between your lips tasting the sugary dessert.

His lips glide down your body to your chest, your stomach and then between your thighs. Kissing roughly at them, he takes the whipped cream spurting some all of your heated core before layering it with chocolate syrup. He looked absolutely feral, almost as if he was going to devour you whole. Not wasting a moment longer he dives head first, his flat tongue licking up the cream like an animal.

“Fuck Loki,” you groan as he sucks at your pulsating clit. You threw your head back, your hips bucking against his mouth. Tangling your hands in his hair, you pull him against you harder, the familiar tingle traveling up your body in waves. Throwing your head back you lock your legs against his head, trapping him in your wet heat as your moans reverberate against the walls.

“Loki, g-god, Loki I’m ah!” Your orgasm crashes over you, rippling down your body, “fuck.”

Coming down from your high you didn’t waste a moment before you had Loki flipped over on his back, straddling him on the bed.

Bending down you kiss him roughly, gripping his jaw and nipping at his ear.

“My turn,” you hum, kissing down his body just as he had just done with you. “God Loki, you’re perfect.”

You didn’t miss the slight whimper he released at that, nor the way his hands trembled, but that only made you want him more. You snatch the chocolate syrup from beside you, drizzling all over his chest like a freshly served sunday, just for you.

“I like you like this, all sweet and ready for me,” you smile down at him, “and so obedient.”

He growled at that, “If you don’t-,” you shut him up, spilling some whipped cream in his mouth.

“Don’t talk back. Be a good boy for me.” You grin, though the protest in his eyes linger, he relents. Leaning down and taking one long lick from his navel up between his pecs, “god you taste good.” You continued the routine, licking up his toned chest, relishing the soft moans and whimpers he released under you. You slid down between his legs, his member standing impressively before you. Pre-cum dribbled from the top of the enlarged tip; licking your lips you drizzle some more of the chocolate syrup before topping it with whipped cream.

Salivating at the sight of your awaiting dessert, you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you bob your head down then back up. The mix of the sweetened cream and his slightly salty taste created a surprising pleasant sensation. His cock sat heavy in your mouth, its strong scent surrounding you. You swallowed him back down, almost reaching the base, fisting the rest of him you couldn’t swallow. Reaching your hand down between you to fondle his balls. Your warmed tongue sliding up and down his shaft with swift and practiced movements.

He hissed beneath you, hands gripping tightly at the sheets, his cock twitching for its awaiting release.

“Yes, god!” He groaned, hips bucking, thrusting his cock into your mouth. Swallowing his cock one last time you pushed yourself to your limits, until the tip nudged the back of your throat. Glancing up through your lashes you watched as Loki came undone, his body shuddering and moans slipping off his tongue like honey. His eyes locked with yours as his thick heated cum spurted within you, coating the back of your throat.

After you let him settle, you release him as you sit up, his length still as solid as before. Glancing up at him in question, he chuckles between his heavy breaths. His voice alone was enough to send tides down on your pussy.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet.”

His hands travel up your thighs before gripping at your hips and your world, yet again, goes spinning. You sat back, his cock teasing at your folds.

“Just fuck me already, Loki.” You growl, your desperation slamming through you.

“Ah now, you’ve had your turn, it’s mine now.” He spreads your lips with his cock, painfully slow as he slides in your wet heat.

“Fuck Loki!” He was bigger than any other partner you’ve had in the past, his cock alone spreading you wide open. Finally sheathing his throbbing member fully inside you, he sits for a moment before rolling his hips back until only the tip remained, then slamming back against you, hard. “Yes, again!”

He slaps your thigh hard enough to bruise, leaving a sweet throbbing sensation.

“I don’t take orders,” he pounds into you quick and merciless.

Huffing, you curl your hands in his silky hair, yanking him down into a kiss, biting his bottom lip. “We’ll see.”

He grunts, toppling on top of you. His lips slates against yours, passion lacing every movement. Your breasts bounce at every thrust, groaning when he hits a particularly sweet spot. He ruts into you with quick heavy blows, his balls slapping against your wet cunt. Your pussy clenches against his thick cock, driving you both closer.

“Yes Loki, fuck, ah!” sweat slips down your glistening skin, you listened to his moans like a song and breathed in his scent like it was life. “Loki, please.”

His movements never waiver as he circles your clit, toppling you over the edge.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You scream, gripping his ass and pulling him into you harder as your orgasm splays through you. Not too soon after his thrusts become uncoordinated and sloppy, slamming back into you once more before filling your wet sopping cunt with his seed. He settles on top of you, his heavy pants tickling the side of your neck.

It felt nice, comforting. The way his weight rested on you as you both settled down from your highs. Picking up his head from your neck, he rests it against yours, breathing you in. Like you were his source of life, the only thing he needed, or maybe it was still just the after effects of your activities. That didn’t matter to you though, the only thing that mattered was the way he held you. The way his fingers traced the contours of your face with such tenderness you don’t think you’ve ever experienced before. Pressing his lips lightly against yours, kissing you softly, savoring the taste of you.

You felt safe. You felt wanted.

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