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loki-cees-all · 8 months 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 · 1 year 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 · 5 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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asvterias · 1 year ago

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𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 (𝟤)

Part 1 | Part 3

Warnings: 18+ Content, Explicit Smut, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Choking, Nail Scratching, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink & Dom!Reader x Sub!Jaime

Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Best Friend!Milagro x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?

Word Count: 2.2k+

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Author’s Note: I haven’t written smut in such a long time, so it might be a little rusty.

Spanish Translations

“mi amor.” — “my love.”

“Oh mierda, (Y/N)!” — “Oh shit, (Y/N)!”

“Santo joder, Jaime!” — “Holy fuck, Jaime!”

“Soy todo tuyo y tú eres todo mío.” — “I’m all yours and you’re all mine.”

“I don’t know..” he shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe…I’m just confused right now.”

“May I remind you that you wanted us to be a casual fuck from time to time, and besides we also agreed on seeing other people.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Yeah, but what? You want to change your mind now?”

“Actually, I do.”

You paused from doing your mascara, making eye contact in the mirror with him. Of course, you weren’t expecting that answer. His statement rendered you speechless, allowing the silence to overtake the room. You gulped silently, intently watching him stalk toward you, almost in a patronizing manner to tease you even further. You were frozen, unaware of what he might do to you and it kind of turned you on. The small thud of the mascara tube dropping on the vanity brought you back to your senses.

“…We shouldn’t do this, Jaime.” you lightly warn the boy. Jaime remains silent, making you consistently aware that he is gorgeously checking you out from behind. He made you so flustered to the point that you were stupidly smitten with him that it was almost ridiculous. It was a miracle that you couldn’t see a black girl’s blush.

“Milagro‘s gonna be back soon.” Your tone was soft.

The air was still tense as he nodded, his eyes still intently focused on your ass. Nervously, you began to play with your braids as your body squirmed under his gaze. The things that Jamie made you feel were out of this world. You held your breath, dilated dark brown eyes studying his every move that he made. It was a gust of his infamous cologne that gave his sudden presence away, noticing his breathing was lingering on you. You shudder, minor goosebumps forming on your arms.

“Then, we just have to be quick, don’t we?” You swear that you could’ve felt his hard dick straining against his pants.

“Listen here Jaime—“ You were cut off by hands roughly wrapped around your throat, raising your head, catching an upside down angle of the 22-year-old. A warm pair of lips was planted onto yours, reclaiming full jealousy as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. In a matter of seconds, the inviting kiss escalated into sexual tension, quickly heating the aura of the bedroom.

He assured you to stand up as you watched yourselves in the mirror. His mouth was attached to your neck, sucking on the exposed skin, creating hickeys. You whimper in response, spurring Jaime to continue as his hands possessively explore your body, grabbing at whatever he can.

Jaime hoists up your dress, fisting the fabric as he rubs your thighs. “You should wear a dress more often,” he breaks away from the heated kiss, “Shows your beautiful curves alongside your stunning brown skin.”

“I never actually agreed to this date..” You grew disappointed at the loss of his swollen lips on yours as he pulled away, panting when he spun you around to face him directly. Gazing into his eyes, there was lust swimming in there but also pure love. “I just wanted to make you jealous.”

It was taking everything in him not to manhandle you and have you in every which way. His thoughts were dirty, unable to be contained in his mind any longer. He needed his release and he needed it now!

“I know....” he whispers, hastily resuming your kiss again in a passionate manner. Not breaking the make out, his hands found themselves on your waist, and your hands became tangled into his curly hair.

You lift one knee to his groin, seeking his hard-on as he lowly grunts at the sensation. You replaced your knees with your hand, grabbing his clothed dick, and a surprised groan escaped his lips as you stared deep into his eyes, completely dilated with lust.

“This is mine…” your words drip with dominance as you feel his cock pulsate upon your slightly tightened grip. “Not some other bitch! It’s all mine…isn’t that right, pretty boy?”

He shakes his head in agreement, controlled by only your words. You lean into his ear, your voice raspy, “I want to hear words, my pretty boy.”

“Yes, I’m all yours…” He stutters out, clarifying your dominance over him. You desperately remove his shirt, revealing his abs and he flexes his muscles. Ever since he became Blue Beetle, he was more active in the gym, gaining a strong build. Let’s just say that you weren’t definitely complaining when you had him all to yourself.

You trail your finger across his abs, lightly teasing his nipples, drinking in his sexy body. You place open-mouthed kisses on his abs, cherishing him like this was your last time doing it.

It finally felt like forever when you two landed on the bed.

You sexily crawl on top of him, straddling his lap as you unbuckle his jeans. It was quick to take off his pants, and you were even quicker to discard his underwear. You chuckle, seeing his hard cock spring up, slapping up against his stomach.

While he was preoccupied with marking you all over, you unhooked your bra, letting him see your chest bare. It was nothing that he wasn’t used to by now.

Squeezing your clothed panty, you gasp as he chuckles looking down at you. “I haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already soaking. You’re a little needy whore for me, and only for me. No one else gets to see you like this one else gets to make you feel like this but me.”

You resisted the temptation to roll your eyes at his cocky behavior, allowing him to have his way with you. God, he was cocky and you embarrassingly praised him for it for doing your body wonders.

His hands wrap around your hips, guiding you to create immense pleasure for the both of you.

“There was no other girl..it was always you..never someone else.” He confessed.

“Oh, trust me—“ You lined Jaime’s erection and lowered yourself on his cock under his watchful eyes. He groaned as he felt your walls slowly wrap around him, witnessing your cunt take every inch of his dick, entirely swallowing him up all warm and snug.

“I knew there was no other girl.” You sucked in your breath, staying completely still. “You’re a horrible liar, Reyes.”

One of his hands trailed down the middle of your back, drifting down to the flesh of your ass, squeezing it. You raised your hips and slowly sunk back down, feeling so full.

“Oh mierda, (Y/N)!” His moans were music to your ears.

His mouth turned up at the corner, his eyes raking over your breasts as they bounced up and down. Your brown nipples were pointed proudly towards him, begging for attention. Jaime took one of the buds between his fingers and pinched lightly, eliciting a moan from you.

Your nails scratch his lower stomach, slowly dragging across his abdomen as you begin to move slowly. Finding a steady rhythm to anchor yourself with struck a new nerve in you.

“Santo joder, Jaime!”

“Soy todo tuyo y tú eres todo mío.”

Your movements were nice and slow, just a decent tempo for Jaime. Slow and passionate sex was more intimate for Jaime. He preferred passionate sex, which gave him unlimited time to worship and analyze your body’s reactions to spur your orgasms into mind-blowing ones.

You hungrily reconnected your swollen lips onto Jaime’s own, desperately muffling your moans, yet wanting to listen to them to edge you on.

To feel him agonizingly stretch you out so deliciously made you feel like you were in heaven. The room echos a mixture of panting, moaning, skin slapping, and various other sounds.

You began to intensify your pace, feeling hands grope your breasts, fondling and squeezing them. Soon enough, your movements became sloppy as the intense orgasm approached.

“Oh fuck,” You stammer out, riding out your high to the brink of ecstasy. Your arms drop from his shoulder, as you tip your head back. The movement became much slower, losing its regular pace.

Jaime ran out of patience and harshly gripped you by the hips, forcing you to endure an inhumane speed. You were sure that Khaji-Da was informing Jaime that his endocrine and testosterone levels were rising at the stake but he blocked out the other voice. He was too engrossed in the moment with you, and he disregarded any interruption.

“Oh fuck, shit! Jaime, go faster!” You encourage him, letting him have complete power over your body. You rest your head into the crook of his neck, exhausted from holding your head up and your braids cascade on his back as he continues to roughly fuck you.

And he listens to your command, increasing his speed, making sure to hit the right spots to have you blabbering out incoherent words and barely keep you sore from your waist down in the next few hours.

“You’re doing so good, mi amor.”

Too fucked out by bliss, Jaime steals your attention by grabbing you in the throat and kissing you roughly, swallowing your high-pitched moan. You bite down on his lower lip, drawing a little blood as he grunts in response. Your shocked gasps broke the heated kiss and Jaime pulled you back in the kiss, demanding not only your body muster with his, but that your lips were on one accord as well. His controlled motions on your hips kept you holstered on his girth as you continued to fuck. Your sweaty bodies mold perfectly in unison, making the sex hotter.

“Oh god, Jaime! S-slow down!”

“Oh..you can take it all, mi amor. I know you can, my gorgeous girl.”

His sudden change in demeanor made you weak in the knees. You always loved it when he took full charge, noting that you were the more dominant one.

You rocked back and forth steadily, this time keeping the pace more effectively and thrilling. Deciding to edge you on more, his hands had glided to your clit and started to play with it, adding to your pleasure every time you were meeting his thrusts. You could feel your orgasm coming around his cock, continually pulsating, greedy for more. Soon enough, a wave of intense pleasure flowed through your body as a loud moan erupted from your mouth.

“Oh shit!” your body falters, jerking up still receiving the delayed reactions.

Jaime followed behind a few seconds later, shooting his cum into your cunt, immediately filling you up to the brim. Your mixed juices trickle down your legs, glistening on your thighs.

You took a few minutes to recover, the both of you heavily panting on the bed.

“How was that?” He breathlessly pants with a half-smirk. “Did it meet your expectations?”

“Still better every time.” A smirk was plastered on your sweaty face.

Pulling you into a passionate kiss, Jaime’s hand roams around, lightly tracing over your skin. All of your kisses so far had been full of lust, too rough bed too desperate. This one of the many shared kiss that was soft and sweet, without urgency. You hum in the kiss at his touch, admiring his gentle nature.

Everything seems to be picture perfect as you and Jaime viewed, all hot and bothered for the other. That was…until shit hit the fan for the both of you.

“Jaime! What the actual fuck are you doing?! And with my best friend?” That voice made your heart stop, instantly breaking out of your bubble. Thoughts of Milagro arriving back and catching you two in the act didn’t cross your mind, not even in the slightest, and you were ashamed.

You and Jaime looked at each other like deers caught in headlights as you both stumbled to cover yourselves up with your duvet.

How were you two gonna explain this to Milagro now?

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proseandpretrichor · 3 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 · 10 months ago

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A Reunion

One Shots Masterlist | Complete Masterlist

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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His Darling (2)

pairing | loki x fem!reader

word count | 6.2k words

taglist | to be added to this taglist just add your username to his DOC summary | you, loki and mobius travel to 1893 in search of ravonna renslayer and miss minutes, where you happen upon a variant of he who remains, victor timely. note | language, sylvie??? a/n | would y'all hate me if I said I actually didn't like sylvies character, so I guess bias could count as a warning

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ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ - ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

As soon as they brought you back to the TVA, your eyes widened at the chaos unfolding around you. The once-structured organization was now teetering on the edge of collapse. Mobius and Loki quickly led you into a large, bright room, and your jaw dropped when you spotted the Temporal Loom outside the window, its unstable energy crackling in the distance.

Behind you, Loki’s voice broke through the tension, laced with urgency. “So, how do we get in?”

“Without He Who Remains' temporal aura, I don’t know,” a short man with glasses—clearly frazzled—replied, adjusting his frames.

“Well, how much time do we have?” B-15 asked, her gaze lingering on you, clearly surprised and suspicious to see you back in the TVA.

The man continued, launching into a technical explanation, “It’s stable right now, but the branches Dox pruned are growing back. So if we can’t get in there and increase the diameter of the Loom’s intake ring enough to boost throughput and clear that knot of unrefined time…”

Loki’s eyes narrowed as he cut him off, “Wait. Simpler.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping in to clarify, “He’s saying the Loom can’t handle all the new branches. We need to scale its capacity to manage the influx, or it’ll fail. And the TVA will be destroyed.”

“Exactly! And we’re all gonna die,” the man added, as though it were a minor inconvenience. He then turned to you, offering a friendly smile. “I’m Ouroboros, but you can call me OB.”

You returned a tight smile, crossing your arms. “Darling. A pleasure.”

"There has to be another way," Loki insisted, his tone sharp with impatience, though there was an underlying sense of urgency in his eyes.

"We could hack into the system?" Mobius suggested, though the uncertainty in his voice made it clear he was grasping at straws.

OB’s eyes widened with sudden hope as he turned to Mobius, "Really? Oh, that is such a relief!"

Mobius quickly shook his head, backpedaling, "No, no, no, I’m wondering."

Loki stepped in, clarifying with an exasperated sigh, "I think he meant it as an idea, OB."

OB looked visibly deflated but still hopeful. "Can we though?" Mobius asked again, a slight shrug accompanying his words.

You pointed sharply towards the closed window, your voice laced with irritation. "No, Mobius. We need He Who Remains' specific temporal aura to access the Loom. There’s no hacking our way in."

OB sighed in reluctant agreement, "She’s right. We’re all still gonna die." His tone was so matter-of-fact, it bordered on comedic.

"No one's gonna die," B-15 cut in firmly, her voice strong and unyielding as she folded her arms, surveying the room. "There has to be another option."

You looked around, feeling the weight of everyone’s expectations, your mind racing for a solution. Then, a spark of realization hit you. "What about Miss Minutes?" you blurted, the idea forming rapidly. "Perhaps she can open up access to the Loom."

Loki’s gaze flicked to you, a glint of intrigue in his eyes as he nodded, then turned to OB. "Miss Minutes. Can she?"

OB perked up, nodding, "Conceivably, yes. She has administrator access to the entire TVA."

“Administrator access to the whole universe,” Mobius muttered, rubbing his forehead in frustration. “Doesn’t really help us if she’s gone, though. She’s AWOL. How are we supposed to track down a rogue clock that doesn’t want to be found?”

You furrowed your brow, clearly puzzled. “What do you mean she’s gone AWOL?”

Mobius shrugged with a sigh, looking exasperated. “Turns out… she’s pretty much evil now. So, yeah, there’s that.”

You scrunched your nose in mild disbelief, your lips curling slightly in a mix of confusion and annoyance. "An evil artificial intelligence clock? Sure. What a cliche." you murmured.

The room trembled violently, the walls vibrating as the instability of the Loom became increasingly apparent. Papers fluttered off the desk, and the lights flickered ominously.

“I’d say the sooner we find her, the better,” Loki said urgently, his brows knitted together, eyes darting around the chaotic space.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Casey, the receptionist, chimed in from behind a computer, glancing nervously at the screens that blinked erratically. “Miss Minutes sent a whole bunch of intel to Renslayer, and then poof! She vanished.”

B-15 nodded, gesturing towards the monitor displaying the tracking information. “The two hits we had on the TemPad trace point us right to her.”

Loki’s expression sharpened, determination glinting in his eyes. “If we find Renslayer, we find Miss Minutes.”

Mobius chuckled nervously. “That’s gonna be an awkward reunion. Face-to-face with the woman who tried to prune us both.” He grimaced, imagining the scene.

You turned, a brow arched in disbelief. “Renslayer tried to kill you?”

Mobius pursed his lips, nodding slowly. “Pruned me, actually. One minute I’m minding my own business, and the next… whoosh—gone.”

“Look on the bright side,” Loki said with a smirk, “maybe she got it out of her system. Let’s just focus on that cartoon clock.”

Loki and Mobius exchanged a glance, their expressions signaling that it was time to move out. They turned to head toward the exit, but suddenly paused, turning back to you expectantly.

You looked at them in confusion, hands on your hips. “What?”

Mobius gestured toward the door they were about to head through. “Aren’t you coming?”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head with mock seriousness. “Boys, I’m the brains, not the brawn like you two. And I wouldn’t want to be the third wheel in this little good cop, bad cop adventure,” you said, shooting them a sassy smile as you gestured between the two of them.

Loki and Mobius exchanged a glance, still staring at you expectantly, but you merely rolled your eyes and began walking in the direction they were headed, a exasperated look on your face.

You let out a frustrated groan as you struggled to pull your uncomfortable corset higher above your breasts, trying to find some semblance of comfort as you followed Loki and Mobius into the time door. The fabric dug into your ribs, and you couldn’t help but mutter, “Why do women even wear these things?”

Mobius, oblivious to your discomfort, glanced at the TemPad in his hand. “Okay, we got a hit on the TemPad going from right here, Chicago 1868 to the same spot, 1893.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Why would you go to the same place twice?”

“I don’t know,” Mobius replied, his brow furrowing in concentration. “I’m trying to connect the dots. This isn’t a pivotal point in history.” He glanced around at the bleak surroundings, which were devoid of any excitement or intrigue.

“Any major figure arise from here?” Loki pressed, clearly searching for a reason behind the locations.

“No,” Mobius said, scratching his head in confusion.

You chimed in absent-mindedly, your eyes scanning the area. “There was the Chicago Fire, but that took place in 1871.” You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about this whole setup.

Loki nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Let’s go to 1893.”

Mobius murmured more to himself than to either of you, “Ravonna, what are you up to?”

You hummed in irritation, unable to keep quiet any longer. “You two do realize how uncomfortable I am, right?” You huffed, trying to adjust it again.

Loki flashed you a reassuring grin. “I think the dress looks great on you.”

“Tell that to my organs, which are being rearranged,” you shot back with a sassy tone, a playful glint in your eye despite the discomfort as the three of you stepped through another time door.

As you three stepped through the time door, you were instantly enveloped by the vibrant chaos of a bustling carnival. Brightly colored tents swayed in the breeze, laughter and music filled the air, and the smell of popcorn and caramel wafted tantalizingly around you.

“This can’t be the same place,” Loki said, skepticism lacing his tone as he squinted at the festivities unfolding before you.

“Absolutely it is! How could we have forgotten?” Mobius exclaimed, a gleam of excitement lighting up his eyes. He tapped your arm with enthusiasm, prompting you to give him a withering look. “Chicago World’s Fair, 1893! The White City, Edison, H.H. Holmes! Yes! Hot air balloons!” He gestured wildly, as if trying to lift off into the sky with the balloons themselves.

Loki’s brow furrowed as he pieced together the information. “This makes more sense as a destination. You’re saying they went to 1868 by mistake, then jumped 25 years ahead because this is where they actually wanted to be?”

“No, no,” Mobius said, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t describe Renslayer as accident-prone. Plus, if she has Miss Minutes to help her, there’s got to be a purpose for them coming here earlier.”

“We just have to figure it out,” Loki concluded, determination etched on his face.

You watched the two of them with a bemused expression, fully aware that you had become the third wheel in their clear partnership. Already, you had tuned out their animated conversation, despite standing right between them. Your eyes roamed the carnival, searching for any sign that could explain why Renslayer would choose this vibrant place as her destination.

As the two men continued their discussion, Loki making notes in the air with a thoughtful expression while Mobius casually scanned the area like he was on vacation, you instinctively followed them.

You sighed inwardly, resigned to your role in this odd duo, but at least the carnival provided a colorful backdrop to your musings. You tried to catch snippets of their dialogue, but your curiosity about the fairgrounds kept pulling you away, eager to unravel the mystery of Renslayer's presence.

As you continued to survey the carnival, the vibrant sights and sounds momentarily distracted you until you felt a firm shake on your arm. You snapped back to reality, narrowing your eyes at Mobius, who wore a look of mild concern. “What?” you said, pulling your arm away.

“Where’d you go?” he asked, exasperation creeping into his voice. “I called your name like a hundred times.”

You huffed in annoyance, “I’m trying to find Renslayer while you two seem perfectly content to be sightseeing.”

“It’s not me,” Loki chimed in, feigning offense. “It’s Mobius who’s distracted by his cracker jack.”

“Want some?” Mobius offered, his hand outstretched with a bag of caramel popcorn. You looked down at it, scrunching your nose in disgust.

“That’s really bad for your teeth,” you said, wrinkling your face even more.

Mobius rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re no fun.”

Turning away from him, you scanned the carnival once more when your gaze landed on a sign. “Gentlemen, doesn’t that seem familiar?”

Both men followed your finger, their expressions shifting as they read the large letters spelling out “Temporal.”

“That can’t be a coincidence,” Mobius murmured, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.

“That’s where we’ll find Renslayer,” Loki agreed, his tone now serious.

You winced, bringing your hand to your forehead as a familiar ache pulsed at your temples. It felt like the universe had decided to stage a protest inside your head.

Loki, ever observant, frowned as he caught sight of your discomfort. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern creasing his brow.

You managed a strained smile, the corners of your lips barely lifting. “Oh, just a delightful migraine, Get them all the time since I left the TVA.”

Mobius glanced at you with curiosity as you continued walking toward the towering science building. “By the way, how long were you on Earth that you managed to become superstar status?” he asked, a playful grin on his face.

“Two years,” you replied, lifting your chin with pride. “Right when that little incident happened where half the population just… poofed.”

Mobius nodded, clearly piecing it together. “You mean the Blip.”

Loki’s confusion was palpable, and he looked between you and Mobius, eyebrows knitted. “What’s a blip?”

Mobius gave Loki’s shoulder a friendly pat as you stepped inside the grand entrance of the science building. “I’ll tell you later,” he promised, clearly amused by Loki’s confusion.

“I think she’s here,” Mobius muttered as the three of you stepped into the lively, bustling room. Laughter, clinking glasses, and conversation swirled around you as the soft lighting added a touch of grandeur.

Loki’s eyebrow arched skeptically as he surveyed the scene. “You think?” he replied dryly, his tone laced with disbelief. His gaze darted from person to person, as though expecting Renslayer to leap out from behind a cocktail menu.

“Well, I don’t know,” Mobius shrugged, gesturing toward the lavish mini bar at the far end. “She does like a good drink.”

You perked up immediately, eyes lighting up as you made a beeline for the bar. “And so do I,” you said with a smirk, heading straight for the bartender.

Before you could get far, Mobius quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, exasperation clear in his voice.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, giving him an impatient look. “I just want a wee martini, Mobius. Calm down. I promise, I won’t start a multiversal crisis over a cocktail.” With a flourish, you pulled your arm away, walking toward the bartender with a confident strut.

Approaching the bar, you flashed your most dazzling, award-ceremony-worthy smile. “A martini, please,” you purred, leaning on the counter, fully embracing the moment.

The bartender smiled back, glancing around briefly before asking, “And where is your husband, madam?”

Your smile instantly dropped, replaced by an incredulous glare. “Excuse me?” You were about to retort when you felt a presence behind you.

His voice, smooth as silk and dangerously close to your ear, made your skin tingle as he spoke. “A martini for my wife, please,” Loki said in that charmingly smug way he had, barely containing his amusement.

The bartender blinked, then hastily nodded, scurrying off to prepare the drink as if Loki himself were royalty—which, to be fair, wasn’t far from the truth.

You turned to face Loki, rolling your eyes dramatically at him, though a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you, husband,” you muttered under your breath, giving him a pointed look.

As soon as the bartender handed you your martini, you took a slow, deliberate sip, savoring the cool taste as you casually scanned the room. It wasn’t long before you felt Loki's gaze on you, his eyes lingering, focused, as if searching for something just beyond reach.

“I feel like I know you,” Loki blurted out suddenly, his voice quiet but intense, cutting through the noise of the room.

Your eyes snapped to his, and for a brief moment, the air felt heavy. You shifted awkwardly, trying to mask the odd familiarity you were feeling too. “Maybe it’s just déjà vu,” you quipped with a raised brow, trying to downplay the tension. Your voice was light, but underneath, something flickered.

“Perhaps,” Loki murmured, his eyes still not leaving you, the wheels in his mind visibly turning. After a beat, he extended his arm toward you, a subtle invitation. With a sigh, you slipped your arm through his, and the two of you set off to find Mobius.

It didn’t take long. Mobius was lurking at the edge of the room, his face set in a look of quiet triumph as soon as he spotted you. “I found her,” he whispered, leaning in as he gestured discreetly with his head.

Both you and Loki turned, eyes locking on Renslayer standing amidst the crowd. She was near the stage, dressed in a plain outfit that somehow felt out of place among the excitement of the gathering, her eyes fixed eagerly on the scene unfolding in front of her.

“Don’t let her see you,” Loki whispered in your ear, his voice urgent but calm, as if this were just another puzzle to solve.

Before you could reply, the room dimmed, the lights flickering out as the curtains on the stage slowly pulled back. A hush fell over the crowd, anticipation rippling through the air.

Revealed on stage was a strange, intricate machine, its polished gears glinting under the spotlight. You furrowed your brow, watching as the audience murmured in excitement.

“Is that the Loom?” Mobius asked, confusion lacing his voice as he squinted toward the stage.

“I think so,” Loki replied, his gaze dark and thoughtful, his fingers tightening slightly around your arm as if bracing for what was to come next.

You took another sip of your martini, glancing between Loki and the strange machine on the stage. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it’s worth all the dramatics. My feet are killing me.”

As the man on stage began to speak, his voice slow and deliberate, the dim lighting obscured his face, adding to the eeriness of the moment. “Time is everything,” he droned on, his words drawn out, “It moves… through each and every one of us.”

The man continued, his voice even more excruciatingly slow. “It shapes our… lives. Our… futures. But perhaps we can shape… it.” As he finished, the lights clicked on, revealing his face.

Your head snapped toward Loki just as he gasped, his normally cool exterior cracking for a moment. “It’s him,” he said, his voice edged with something that surprised you—fear.

“Who’s him?” you asked, more curious than alarmed.

Loki’s expression darkened as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “He Who Remains.”

You frowned, glancing back at the man on stage. He didn’t exactly look menacing, more like an eccentric professor with a flair for theatrics. Mobius, on the other hand, chuckled lightly. “What? You made him sound like this terrifying figure.”

Loki’s jaw tightened, his voice dropping low as he leaned in closer. “He is terrifying. You don’t understand.”

You cast a skeptical look at Loki, eyeing the man on stage again. “He looks like I could push him over with one finger.”

Loki shot you a sharp look, his seriousness unshaken. “Trust me, that would be the last thing you’d ever do.”

You raised an eyebrow at Loki, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “So, what now? We wait for him to give a TED Talk on the end of time, or do we actually have a plan?”

Loki nodded firmly, acknowledging your point. “You’re right. We can’t just stand here. It’s one of the Variants He Who Remains warned me about. It’s beginning... something is coming.”

Mobius, however, remained skeptical, glancing at the man on stage. “Look where we are. Does he look like he’s about to conquer all of time?”

Despite yourself, you found the man’s words intriguing as he continued his demonstration, detailing how his Temporal Loom inverts the Temporal Decay of electricity, lowering its entropy, and gathering it into fine threads of power. His enthusiasm grew as he explained how his device could generate enough energy to light the whole of Chicago, much more than Edison ever could.

As he fully lit up the Loom, the room was bathed in a bright glow, and the crowd erupted into applause. You, without even thinking, joined in, clapping along with them. Loki gave you a sidelong glance, clearly unimpressed by your enthusiasm.

You blinked innocently and leaned closer to Loki, murmuring, “We need to bring him back to the TVA.”

Loki whipped his head toward you, incredulous. “Are you out of your mind? You can’t trust a Variant of He Who Remains in the TVA. That’s madness.”

“Madness or not, that’s a later problem,” Mobius interrupted, his tone practical. “We have a very serious now problem.”

Loki exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated. “The Loom…”

“Exactly,” you chimed in, gesturing toward Victor Timely, the man on stage. “And his aura is the only thing that can give us access to the Loom. Like it or not, we need him.”

Mobius nodded in agreement. “And who knows what else he can do?”

Loki wasn’t convinced, but before he could argue further, Mobius raised an eyebrow and scanned the crowd. “I mean how were we ever planning to get Renslayer or Miss Minutes to help us? Speaking of which where the hell are they?”

You squinted, searching the crowd, and then spotted her. “Um, gentlemen... Over there.”

Mobius groaned, seeing Renslayer engaged in conversation with Victor Timely. “Great. She’s talking to our guy.”

Loki cursed under his breath. “This way,” he said, grabbing your arm gently and pulling you and Mobius toward the far side of the room. “We need to move—now.”

As the three of you rushed through the crowded room, trying to catch Victor, you accidentally bumped into a massive man. His hand shot out, gripping your arm tightly. "Watch where you're going," he growled.

You tried to yank your arm free, but his grip was like iron. With an irritated glare, you said, "Pardon me, now will you please let go?"

The man smirked down at you, clearly amused by your defiance. "Aren’t you a pretty one."

You opened your mouth, ready to unleash a barrage of sarcastic insults, but before you could, another hand slid around your forearm, pulling you free from the man's grip with ease.

Loki stepped between you and the brute, his eyes glinting mischievously as he protectively positioned you behind him. You were about to insist that you could handle yourself, but Loki spoke first, his voice cool and dangerous. "Now, is that any way to treat a lady?"

"Loki, it's fine," you muttered, rolling your eyes but appreciating the intervention. "Let’s go."

Mobius, ever the practical one, chimed in, his voice edged with impatience. "Come on, he’s getting away! Can we deal with this later, please?"

The brute sneered, knocking Loki’s hat off with a flick of his hand, towering over him condescendingly. "How about we settle this outside, little man?"

"Gently," Mobius murmured cautiously, eyes darting nervously between the two.

Loki’s lips curled into a dark smile. "Outside? Excellent suggestion." He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a menacing purr. "I agree."

With a single, elegant gesture from Loki’s hand, green smoke enveloped the large man, and in an instant, he vanished, leaving only shocked gasps in his wake. Your jaw dropped slightly as you muttered, “Well, that's one way to take him outside."

"Come on," Loki murmured, taking your arm with a self-satisfied look as Mobius scrambled to do damage control, raising his hands to calm the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, the amazing Loki! He’ll be here all week!"

The crowd broke into hesitant applause, still reeling from the spectacle, as you, Loki, and Mobius slipped out of the building.

The three of you finally caught up to Victor Timely, just as Renslayer was about to usher him away. The tension in the air was palpable as all of you spoke at once, trying to capture Victor’s attention.

Amid the chaos, a disgruntled stranger suddenly stepped forward, cutting through the noise. "I want my money back, Timely. These trousers don’t work."

Victor’s expression didn’t even flicker, except for a tiny twitch in his eye. He slipped seamlessly into damage control mode, his voice slick with practiced charm. "Councilman! What on Earth are you talking about? You look taller already. I told you, these trousers are a prototype. Perhaps… a few adjustments next week?"

"Next week?" The councilman frowned.

"Yes, next week," Victor nodded with a wide, reassuring grin. "All sorted. Fine?"

"Fine," the man muttered, clearly pacified.

"Fine," Victor echoed with an air of finality, nodding before turning back to you all, still smiling.

"Mechanical trousers?" Mobius asked, raising an eyebrow.

Loki observed Victor with narrowed eyes. "You’re a confidence trickster."

"More like a garden-variety con artist," you chimed in, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you folded your arms, clearly unimpressed.

Victor, ever the showman, raised a finger as if to correct you. "Luminary is the word you’re looking for," he said with a flourish, now leading the four of you forward.

"Of course," Loki replied, his voice suddenly honeyed with mock politeness. "Forgive me."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, of course. Let's all pretend we're in the presence of greatness." You shot Loki a sideways glance.

"Just keep playing along," Loki murmured back.

"My ideas are just ahead of their time," Victor Timely insisted, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm as he gestured dramatically.

Loki leaned in, his voice smooth and charismatic. "Why wouldn’t they be? You’re clearly a genius," he said, flashing that signature Loki grin.

Timely nodded eagerly, oblivious to the sarcasm. "The concepts are bona fide! I just need the crude technology of this era to catch up with my visionary mind." He started to ramble on, his hands flying through the air as he outlined his grand ideas.

You shot Loki a knowing glance. "Do you know? I never doubted it for a second," Loki replied, barely concealing his amusement.

"Enlightened fellows never do," Timely proclaimed proudly, puffing out his chest.

But then a voice cut through the air, piercing the bubble of Timely's ego. "Your inventions are fake, Timely!"

There was a beat of silence as everyone turned to the source of the interruption. Timely’s expression shifted from pride to panic. He quickly glanced at the four of you, then back at the commotion. "Excuse me," he muttered, his bravado collapsing as he bolted.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. "I’m not running in this corset," you huffed, entirely serious as you adjusted the hem of your outfit, which was definitely not made for sprinting. The fabric felt constricting, and the last thing you wanted was to trip over yourself and have your breasts spill out.

But before you could finish your protest, Loki grasped your wrist with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Too late," he smirked, and just like that, he took off running after Timely, dragging you along with him.

As you both dashed through the chaotic crowd, your heels clicked against the ground, and you could feel the weight of the corset digging into your lungs. Finally, you caught up with them, leaning on your knees to catch your breath.

Loki had cornered Victor, grabbing him by the collar. “Victor. All right. You’re clearly really good at getting away,” he said, his voice low and playful.

Victor adjusted his glasses, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “We have that in common,” he murmured, brushing off the tension as if it were just another day in his peculiar life.

Just as you opened your mouth to interject, "Loki," a shout rang out from behind you. A blonde woman burst onto the scene, brandishing a dagger that seemed ridiculously oversized for anyone's comfort. You squinted at her weapon. Was it a dagger or a short sword? Either way, it looked dangerous.

“Sylvie! Sylvie, no!” Loki shouted, his voice rising in urgency as he instinctively stepped in front of Victor and you, putting himself between you and the threat.

You barely had time to react before he shoved you and Victor into a nearby cart of the Ferris Wheel, the colorful lights spinning above adding a surreal touch to the chaos.

“Just wait. Just wait for a second,” he urged, trying to keep his tone calm even as he faced the incoming storm.

“You’ve done enough,” Sylvie hissed at Loki, her eyes blazing with fury. “Get out of my face and let me finish the job.”

"When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life!" the blonde woman continued, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Your irritation surged, and you could feel the tension in the air thickening. "You asked me what I would do if one of his Variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him."

Victor, caught in the crossfire, blinked in confusion. "What is going on?" he stuttered, glancing back and forth between the two of you.

"We need him," Loki said, standing protectively in front of Timely, his expression a mix of defiance and concern. "Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed."

"Good. Let it burn," she hissed, glaring at Loki as if he were the source of all her problems. "Do you care about anything but the TVA?"

Victor blinked again, his mind racing. "The TVA… the Time Variance Authority," he repeated, almost as if trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"Victor, not the time," you interjected, sarcasm dripping from your voice as you rolled your eyes.

Fed up with the escalating confrontation, you stepped in front of Loki, staring the obviously deranged woman down. "Look, babe, I don't know who the hell you are, but if the Loom fails and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for me. And we can’t fix it without him." Your words hung in the air, bold and challenging.

She seemed eager to stick her dagger into you now, and you felt Loki shift protectively, positioning himself between you and the threat. The woman ranted on, "Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very, very different things. And working with one of his Variants isn’t gonna get you anywhere."

"Well, your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far," Loki shot back.

"Oh, it's a machete," you couldn't help but murmur.

“Do you think I want to be here? Do you think I’m gonna get any joy out of killing that man?” she spat, her grip tightening on the weapon.

From behind Loki, you chimed in, "Seems like you do."

Loki ignored your comment, focusing instead on Sylvie. "Then don’t."

“Where do you think he got that book?” Sylvie demanded, her eyes narrowing as she snatched the small volume from Victor’s hand with a flick of her wrist.

It sailed through the air, and you instinctively ducked as it hurtled toward Loki. He caught it with ease, confusion etched across his face as you both exchanged glances, wondering how Victor could possibly have a copy of the TVA manual.

“If you and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless,” she continued, her voice rising in fervor. “But instead, you weaponized him.”

“What are you on about?” Loki replied, furrowing his brow, clearly at a loss.

“Renslayer set him on a path he wasn’t meant for! And now you’re waltzing him straight back into the TVA—the thief of all free will. The most dangerous man who ever lived!” She punctuated her words by pointing her machete at Victor, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were missing something crucial.

“Sylvie, I’ve never met this man in my life!” Loki exclaimed, his voice firm but incredulous. “I didn’t give him this book. I only learned Victor Timely’s name today. I was shocked when I saw his face. Maybe you’re right—perhaps we should throw him off this Ferris wheel. But we need him. The TVA needs him. The lives they protect need him!”

“You haven’t got a clue, have you?” Sylvie shot back, her disbelief palpable as she processed Loki’s words.

With a sudden burst of movement, she charged at Loki, and he quickly dodged, using his magic to keep Timely shielded behind him. You tried to keep out of the line of fire, your heart racing now as you maneuvered to avoid the chaos.

“Those lives—your home—are in danger!” Loki insisted, pointing toward Sylvie with a fierce determination. “And right now, he may be our best hope of saving them!”

Sylvie paused, her expression conflicted. “This is all very familiar, isn’t it? I can’t let him live,” she murmured, her tone heavy with the weight of her convictions.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated, but just as you went to speak, you noticed the magic crackling around both Loki and Sylvie, energy pulsing in the air.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, but it was too late to react. A brilliant flash of green erupted, and you felt the force of their magic collide, propelling you out of the Ferris wheel window. Time seemed to slow as you flew through the air, your heart racing, before you plummeted into the lake below.

The cold water enveloped you as you gasped for air, the remnants of their magic still buzzing through your body. Panic surged as you struggled against your heavy dress, which felt like it was dragging you down.

You finally broke the surface, spluttering and coughing, desperate for breath. Clumsily, you heaved yourself onto the stone wall surrounding the lake, the rough edges scraping against your skin. A familiar migraine throbbed in your temples, forcing you to wince and groan.

“Darling!” Loki’s alarmed voice sliced through the chaos, and you turned to see him rushing toward you, his expression a mix of concern and urgency. “C’mon, Renslayer escaped with Timely. We have to move!”

Irritation flared within you, overpowering the pain. You swatted his hand away, glaring up at him. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you snapped, your frustration bubbling to the surface.

Loki paused, his brow furrowed in confusion as he studied your face, his perfect features clouded by concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, genuine bewilderment in his voice.

You snapped your eyes to him, letting out a hollow laugh that dripped with sarcasm. “What’s wrong?! How about the fact that some crazy woman just showed up out of nowhere, screaming her lungs out? Or the fact that I had a machete pointed at me more than once?”

You put your hand to your heart in mock shock, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Oh, and let’s not forget the little detail of being blasted by not one, but two gods."

Loki winced as your voice escalated, his expression shifting to a mix of concern and discomfort. As he opened his mouth to respond, you cut him off. “Can someone please tell me what the fuck that was about?”

At that moment, Mobius appeared, awkwardly pedaling a ridiculous three-seater bike. He glanced at your drenched form and offered a soft, reassuring smile. “Oh, you’re okay,” he said, relief evident in his tone.

Loki cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him. “That was Sylvie. My variant. She’s the one who killed He Who Remains.”

You scoffed, folding your arms tightly against your chest, the damp fabric of your dress clinging uncomfortably to your skin. “Oh, so she’s basically the reason the Loom is failing,” you shot back, your voice dripping with spite.

“It’s not as simple as that,” Loki replied, his voice softer, almost pleading.

“It kind of is, Loki,” you said, narrowing your eyes and leveling your gaze at him, frustration etched into your features.

The tension hung thick in the air, palpable as Mobius shifted uncomfortably beside the bike, his usual ease replaced by uncertainty. “Are you okay, Darling?” he murmured skeptically, concern flickering across his face.

“No, I’m not okay!” you shouted, frustration bubbling over. “I’m scraped, I’m wet—” But before you could continue your rant, a warm, almost tingling breeze enveloped you, and suddenly, you felt dry.

You turned to glare at Loki, who wore a sheepish expression, his eyes darting away as if caught red-handed. “Don’t ever use magic on me without my permission,” you snapped, your irritation flaring.

“Of course,” Loki murmured, though the hint of a smile tugged at his lips, as if he found your reaction amusing.

You bent down, pressing your fingers against your temples, the unbearable pain returning in sharp waves. You felt Loki’s hesitant hand on your back, ready to comfort, but you waved it away, forcing a tight smile. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” you insisted, though the weariness in your voice betrayed you.

Mobius cleared his throat, eager to shift the focus away from your discomfort. He gestured to the bike, his eyes hopeful. “I thought we could use this—”

“Absolutely not,” Loki interjected, his tone a mix of disbelief and disdain as you both exchanged looks of disgust at the contraption.

“Over my dead body,” you shot back, crossing your arms defiantly.

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reveryfics · 10 days 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.

#fanfic #fanfiction #mlm #queer fanfiction #third person #x male reader #xmalereader #gay #gay fanfiction #marvel #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x reader #marvel loki #loki x male reader #loki laufeyson #x ftm reader

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ashdreams2023 · 6 months 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.

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amphitriteswife · 11 months ago

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Too far in to turn Away

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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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furbynurby · 5 months ago

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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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thisisarcanereverie · 2 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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bean-bean2000 · 9 months ago

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The Maid - Part 7

Pairing: Loki x reader

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

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Part 6

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The tears in your eyes cloud your vision. Loki stares at you in shock. All he can see is a shell of the woman he met before. The woman with fire and passion, cursing out a king, purely feeding off of bravery and survival instinct. He realizes that it was a defence mechanism created to hide her true pain beneath.

You feel the walls within you building back up, brick by brick around your heart. Closing yourself off from everything. Until you feel nothing again. The tears stop, your heart rate slows, your hands are dry. All you can do is blink and stare out the window. It's like your brain goes into autopilot; shielding you from the trauma and pain you've endured.

You rise from the chair quickly "I apologize, your highness. This has all been an overreaction. I am sorry for bothering you. I will now take my leave." You turn towards the door but you're met with a blank wall.

What?

You feel his hand gently grab your wrist.

"I know what you're doing. You're shielding yourself from the emotional pain. I know that look all too well. I mastered it, myself." He approaches you slightly, closing the gap between you.

"So you're solution is to lock me in here?!"

His eyes glistened as he spoke "Stop. Please, don't push me out, believe me. " Your breath hitches in your throat.

The king is pleading me to believe him?

Before you can answer you feel his thumb gently grasp your chin to lock in your gaze.

"I promise. He will pay for everything he did to you. I will seek it myself. However, I need to know what he did..." Loki softly says to you, his eyes burning with pure sincerity.

You don't know why but the glare in his eyes lit a fire in your heart you thought was extinguished and irreparable. When you looked at him, you could see a green aura surrounding him. You weren't afraid, you were enamoured by it. You felt this gravitational pull...You felt... warmth and tranquility; something you haven't felt in a very long time.

"Okay. I believe you." you breathe out.

The intensity of your words weighed heavy on Loki's heart. He knew a woman like you, trusted nobody but herself.

You don't know why but you feel this urge to tell him everything, from the moment you reached the castle until now. The abuse, the attempted rapes, the whipping, the pain and suffering.

When you finish explaining your truth, living as a maid, all Loki could do was listen to you intently, absorbing everything you say, never faltering. You had his undivided attention.

"Why didn't Banner ever mention it?......" Loki questions aloud.

"I told him not to. He promised he wouldn't. Banner keeps his word."

"Why didn't tell anyone? Why let yourself suffer all this time?" his green eyes are bright with emotion, almost as though he can feel your pain.

"Do you think anyone would believe me? Even if I did, Why would they say anything to oppose him? He is the pure essence of evil. Everybody fears him, nobody defies him without consequence. He says every action is ordered by YOU, the KING, might I remind you! Do you think ANY of us even THOUGHT of questioning that? Do you think anybody would bat and eyelash if I were to suddenly disappear? They would replace me the next day with no further thought. I've been gone for so long by now, they probably have done just that. We are enslaved to the crown. We have no rights. We are treated as objects who are easily replaceable. When you need this job to survive with basic necessities on a daily basis, you become numb to it all."

Loki stares at you, mouth slightly agape. His mind couldn't wrap itself around the fact that he failed you, he failed his people.

The king is speechless. That's a first.

Loki was calm on the outside but raging severely on the inside. He could not fathom how this could be happening within his castle walls without his knowledge.

He suddenly felt this uncontrollable rage bubbling up inside him. His hands began to glow green as he attempted to contain his emotions.

What is happening? I haven't reacted like this since I was a teenager.

Your story was replaying in his head, over and over again as he stared out his window, trying to contain his powers to not scare you away.

How DARE HE touch even one hair on her head. I will make him pay for this.

His hands grew brighter with every thought of you suffering by his hands. He felt this intense urge to protect you, to regain vengeance on the pain he has caused you.

He suddenly spins on his heel and walks towards you, placing a gentle hand your cheek. "Believe me when I say that none of this was my doing. I never ordered any of these commands. They are foolish dogs who managed to loosen their leashes without me noticing. I will make him pay. All of them." he hissed through gritted teeth.

Before you can retort he cuts you off.

"You shall stay in the chambers besides mine. You will be safe." he says before he disappears into the thin air and you appear into chambers you do not recognize.

What did I just do?

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR SAİNTESS

"I was granted the death I desperately longed for, only to be caught up in a second life no different than the first. And yet, here I am, doing everything I can to stay alive."

Record Of Ragnarok X Rudbeckia De Borgia! Reader

PS: I'm a foreigner okay? Language problems. Part 2?

A beautiful smile, a radiant gaze, and a gentle aura. No matter what, just smile and pass. You've done just that all your life, and your end hasn't changed yet.

While your desire for death was never ending, when you finally died, you were somehow resurrected with all of humanity. for Ragnarok.

LOKİ

Okay, you were too weird even for someone like him. He was just bored and wanted to mess with mortals, but...

Why are you smiling? He wanted you to be scared or raging, but there you are, with a gentle smile on your face. Yet that master of lies saw your trembling hands no matter how well you played.

Maybe it was meant to be enjoyed, but... Did it really scare you that much?

Okay, he hadn't had the fun he wanted, and the rage of Humanity's first victory was still running through his veins, but somehow you got his attention.

I mean, come to think of it, what mortal would smile at someone who tormented him so much?

Out of sheer curiosity, he chased after you and started spying on you.

And he saw the scars on his back. Whip marks, stab marks.

How did you have so many wounds when even a warrior didn't have that many wounds?

Moreover, Ragnarok had resurrected humanity in its most wonderful period.

Was this your greatest period?

With your pretty face and those horrible scars on your body?

He was obviously extremely intrigued, and Loki's curiosity is obsession.

He will solve the mystery of this beautiful mortal.

THOR

Although too busy a man to care for a mortal, Thor was quick to discover Loki's new obsession.

Is it a mortal? Really Loki?

Still, he couldn't help being caught up in this beautiful mortal. The mortal's bright beautiful eyes, shapely face, bright lips, and beautiful hair.

Still, he doesn't understand why this mortal has such a bad reputation. No matter how beautiful mortal she was, everyone looked at this beautiful woman with disgust.

Thor doesn't like to go undercover like Loki, so he'll talk directly to your face.

"Who are you mortal?"

In fact, he said it without expression, too much even for a mortal.

Still, the hammer in his hand, his tall stature and intimidating gaze didn't help at all.

You tried to smile, unable to stop yourself from shaking like a kitten.

"Uh- d-did I do something wrong?"

Your kind words even though you tremble like a kitten, your attempt to smile despite the fear, and most of all your beautiful voice.

He had heard that this beautiful mortal was famous for his voice, but this velvety tone of voice softened his cold heart.

"What's your name, mortal?"

"Well m-my name is Y/N."

Y/N.

A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

Maybe, Thor thought. Maybe this beautiful mortal isn't as bad as rumors.

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anika-ann · 1 year ago

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Seven Minutes (S.R.)

Type: TWO-SHOT, independent, canon-ish

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 8700

Summary: You’re not obliged to go to that party, but you go because it’s a rare occasion during which most of your fellow Avengers meet and have some fun together. Until someone suggests a stupid teenage game. Until you and Steve end up locked in a closet together and things take a turn you couldn’t have possibly predicted.

Maybe you should have. Whenever Tony or – god forbid – Loki gets involved, it’s bound to end up in a disaster. Only this time, the victim of the shenanigans might be your heart.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, (unprotected sex, fingering, glimpses of size kink and praise kink, soft hints of D/s, mirrors, possessiveness;), alcohol, a drop of angst, language (a lot)

A/N: written for @jtargaryen18 Halloween challenge. Prompt in the final notes. I toyed with it so much that it might have been cheating 😅 dividers by @firefly-graphics 💕

Part 1: Seven Minutes in Hell

“I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.” ― Ally Carter, Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover

The party had died down; or as Tony said, only the fittest had survived. Banner, drunk on Asgardian liquor, let out a sensible chuckle at the words and fell asleep as he was, sprawled over one of the couches in the communal area, which looked more like a war zone than an aftermath of a giant party.

It wasn’t the mess of empty bottles and glasses and cushions having been thrown around at some point. It was the skeletons. The fake blood. The few smashed pumpkins, literally beaten to a pulp. Luckily, the one single torn-off arm which some idiot had smuggled in despite the strict ban on those, based on the fact that at least half of the guests suffered some form of a PTSD, had been kicked under the bar and covered by a cloth as soon as you had found it. Tony, despite already finding himself in a drunken haze, agreed to kick the asshole who had brought it out. Steve had shot you a grateful look when you had asked Tony to do so. Bucky – thankfully – never learned about the tasteless joke ever taking place.

Unlike the space, the Avengers had an aura of comfort around them. Lying around, some chatting sleepily, chuckling every now and then, some talking animatedly with a few friendly nudges under the ribs, they lounged in the area and welcomed the 1 a.m. announcement by Friday with relative grace.

Except for Tony, who booed and proceeded to glare at every single conscious Avenger present, one by one; Natasha and Clint comfortable on one couch, Steve and you on the other, Thor filling out a huge armchair, Rhodey looking a bit small in the other in comparison, Wanda practically lying in a lounge pug with Vision hovering by her like a guard, Helen and Maria crossed legged on tiny tabourets, Sam and Bucky, having been fighting each for their space on the couch, now sitting carelessly with Bucky’s feet against Sam’s thigh. And then there was Loki, spinning slowly in his egg chair he had charmed up and kept up in the air with his magic, Pepper having reluctantly sat down in the other which Loki had graciously made for her with a snap of his fingers.

“Seriously, guys! Just… boooo! This party is dying! We need to shake things up!” he called out theatrically, standing in the middle of the Sleepy Hollow with judgement written all over his face. Then, he lowered his voice, a wicked smile twisting his lips. “Do you wanna play a game? I do.”

At least four distinct snorts sounded around the group at his poor impression.

“Really, Tones?” Natasha questioned, probably referring to both his acting skills and the suggestion.

“I do want to play a game. It’s called let’s go to bed,” Bucky groaned, rolling his shoulders and throwing his feet back to the ground, startling Sam in the process.

“The night is still young, Barnes,” Clint huffed despite his eyelids barely staying open as he kept twisting a rubber imitation of femur between his fingers. “You sound like an old man.”

“Oh? That coming from you really says something,” Sam pointed out, a good-natured smile curling his lips; at the same time, Tony hummed: “Or a kinky one.”

“I must say I agree with Stark this once,” Thor boomed, nodding thoughtfully as several voices groaned at the gleeful grin lighting Tony’s face. “There seems to be a lull to these revels and it is indeed too soon to retire to bed. The sun has not even risen yet!”

A single clap of hands and Tony was gesturing towards Thor. “See! The Asgardian agrees with me. I must be right.”

“I bet he’s already regretting his words,” Steve noted, drawing a small chuckle from you.

In all honesty, you would be inclined to agree with Bucky on this one. Going to bed sounded heavenly, but there was one huge disadvantage to bed compared to the Sleeping Beauty Castle the Halloween party had turned into: the company wasn’t nearly as good. You weren’t greedy – you wouldn’t need all the Avengers present to come cuddle you in bed. Just one would do. The one whose thigh occasionally brushed yours as you talked about anything and everything, all kind smiles and a slightly tipsy spark in his gorgeous blue eyes which were complimented by the treacherous midnight shade of his one-size-too-small shirt.

“Now, now, Captain. The other Asgardian agrees too,” Loki’s voice slowly sneaked in, something in his tone causing your heart to skip a startled and yet excited beat.

Loki was… a friend. After trying hard for redemption, he had begun to join the Avengers business on occasion, his magic always proving to be of enormous help. His humour was a little wicked and twisted, but his heart was not nearly as dark as people had believed – or even he himself had. You sensed Steve’s wariness towards him still and understood his reasons; and secretly, you revelled in the worry Steve expressed whenever you spent time with Loki, which the golden-hearted captain feared you did so with a little too much trust.

The only reason why you wouldn’t throw it back to Steve’s face that he was questioning your judgement was the fact he had admitted he did actually not do that, ever – but simply cared for your safety – and that fact that he attempted to be as respectful about it as possible. That and the heartwarming knowledge that he thought of you, one way or the other. Maybe him being the person who was giving out the gentlest hugs could have played a role as well. Or perhaps even that you had – like a silly, silly girl – fallen for him long time ago and would let him not only get away with murder at this point, but probably also ask him if he needed any help to hide the body. Because you’d either believe him it was for a good reason that he had committed the crime, his moral compass just about perfect, or simply because he deserved the most loyal friends and loved ones he could get.

The sudden heavy thud snapped you back to present, causing you to jump in your seat. Steve’s warm hand covered yours in an instant, gaze trailing to you to make sure you were alright. As he gently squeezed your hand, you glanced at him and shot him a grateful smile.

He let go as soon as your gaze returned to the source of the noise: a large closet now standing a few feet from the seating area.

“How about this?” Loki suggested, calmly beckoning to the piece of furniture having just appeared out of this air.

“Do you… want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Wanda, suddenly wide awake at the stronger present of magic, questioned.

“Why not? I was under the impression Midgardians enjoyed this game during a party.”

“What are we, thirteen?” Sam asked, eyebrows creased sceptically.

“…going on thirty? Good movie,” Clint hummed, his grin showing pride at his reference.

“Ew, no-“

“Do you even know what Seven Minutes in Heaven is about?” Natasha asked, her expression intrigued; you had no doubt her mind had already begun to race as she tried to decipher the trickster’s motivations.

“Yes. I am quite pleased by the concept. If we play, perhaps I will be lucky enough to spend some private time with lovely Lady Speedy.”

Your eyebrows shot up as your gaze found Loki’s, a provocative smirk twisting his mouth. Interesting. Maybe even intriguing. Except it was not; at least not for the reason one might think. Loki was not at all interested in you. If he had, you would have known without a shadow of doubt. He wasn’t one for subtlety; if he had had an eye on someone, he would make sure to court them, persistently so. Or perhaps he would simply take.

No, Loki had not spent time thinking of you, much like you hadn’t spent time thinking about him.

There was only one Avenger whose company and love you longed for and had for the longest time – and you wouldn’t be surprised if Loki knew. What you hoped he had no idea about was the fact that you could have had it, once.

You could have had Steve, but you had mucked it up, too shocked to yes when he had asked. It had felt too fast, too surreal to be even happening – Steve Rogers asking you out for a cup of coffee – too good to be true.

Naturally, in a very Steve Rogers fashion, he had been too polite to disrespect your decision or let it negatively impact your blooming friendship back then; he had not made a single attempt to ask you out again since. In return, you had been too embarrassed to explain yourself – to explain that you felt like the luckiest girl on Earth, if not in the universe, that you would have jumped at the chance if he as much as hinted he was still interested – and in a very mature way, you never mentioned it again.

That was fine. You and Steve had become friends. Perhaps even good enough friends to mention it as an awkward memory; and only that, because you doubted that he was still carrying a torch for you. He had even briefly dated with Sharon Carter after the incident; he clearly moved on, because there was nothing to move on from. You had barely known each other back then. It wasn’t like you broke his heart or something. You just decided mess up what could have been a beautiful relationship.

Instead, you had a comfortable caring friendship. That counted as a win, yes?

And if you ended up in a closet with him for seven minutes now, you would, once again, acted like mature adults and… hug or something, yes? You would not give in into some stupid game and kiss him just because you’d have an excuse to do so. You would not be tempted to--- no. You respected Steve too much for that. You would never make anything to make him uncomfortable; if you had, you would not only not deserve to call yourself his friend, but even a decent human being.

And you were not thirteen anymore. You knew better. The awkwardness would not be worth it; the rejection would not be worth it. Losing the gift of Steve’s friendship would most definitely not be worth a few seconds of Heaven, of testing whether his lips were be as soft and gentle as you thought, if they tasted like you dreamed of. Knowing whether he would respond, whether he would kiss you, whether maybe, just maybe, there could be the faintest traces of seeing you differently than a friend and colleague.

No, the stakes were be too high.

“Hm… I think we should play,” Natasha said, earning at least five shocked stares, including yours.

“What?!”

“We should definitely not,” Steve protested, leaning forward with a very displeased frown, his eyes burning as he glared murderously at Natasha for entertaining the trickster’s whim.

“I mean… why not, after all? Two people in a closet, in cramped space? What is not to enjoy?” Bucky added, clearly changing his mind about going to bed. He was next at the receiving end of Steve’s disapproval.

“Ask a claustrophobic, I’m sure they’d come up with a reason or two,” you hummed, earning a sardonic ha ha from the dark-haired supersoldier.

“I mean… who knows. Could be magical,” Tony wiggles eyebrows.

“Are we back to 13 going to 30?”

Wanda, Pepper, Maria and Sam said NO with impressive coordination.

“I must say I am intrigued as I cannot quite see the appeal. It would be an enriching experience for me to understand. What is the worst that can happen?” Vision questioned.

“You did not just ask that,” Sam complained.

“Please tell me it’s just a closet and not some sort of a portal to Narnia?” Pepper chimed in, Loki’s smile surprisingly pleasant as he turned to her.

“It is simply a closet, my dear Lady Potts.”

“I don’t know, you guys, it still sounds like a pretty bad idea,” you chuckled nervously as you felt the air shift towards agreement to participate in this ridiculous game.

“Seconded,” Steve grunted by your side – but it was too late.

“Too bad, I’m getting an empty bottle,” Tony blurted out as he practically sprang after the nearest bottle indeed.

It was the perfect opportunity to walk away; it was the last chance to get out.

You didn’t.

Perhaps you didn’t want to look like a coward. Maybe you didn’t want to be a party pooper. You guessed you hoped they would scrape the idea after one round, because they would realize the game was lame and boring. Maybe, just maybe, a little part of you wondered if something interesting would come out of it – and you didn’t want to miss it.

Those were the things running through your head when you walked side by side with Steve, cursing the universe or some sort of physics cheat Tony had pulled or maybe Loki’s magic. Because of course it happened. Of course, the bottle pointed at you – and then on Steve.

Could have been worse, you reasoned with yourself. Could have been… yeah you didn’t know who. Bruce who might turn in to the Hulk while in there was asleep, so he never was an option.But it was too late to back out now.

Steve, ever the gentleman, let you walk in first, offering a hand, a gentle smile on his face as he rolled his eyes at your friends being children. You squeezed his hand and smiled back, grateful – and calm.

Yes, being with Steve in such tight space with the knowledge what the game was about sent a few tempting thoughts into your head – but you’d be fine. You’d just chat, privately; you had done that countless times before, late night talks and maybe even your head resting on his shoulder when you got too sleepy to sit straight. You’d be fine.

Steve climbed up after you so you stood face to face, flashing you one last comforting smile. And then Tony closed the door behind you, leaving you in utter darkness.

Your first thought was that the inside of the closet was a lot smaller than it had appeared from the outside.

Your second thought was that perhaps that was not the fault of the closet or your eyes; the sheer width of Steve’s shoulders and other proportions of his body which had starred in too many of your dirty dreams and innocent fantasies alike were to blame instead.

Your third thought was that the air was becoming a little too hot and heavy to breathe a little too fast and that you weren’t certain you could last seven full minutes in this space where it felt you might as well already be wrapped in Steve’s arms. The subtle tones of his woodsy cologne, the heat radiating off his skin, the faintest light peeking through the door reflecting in his slightly ruffled hair and in his eyes, caressing his features the very way you always wished.

Your fourth thought was, incidentally, less of a thought and more of an emotion – a red hot one at that. The flash of anger that ripped through you honestly took you by surprise, and hit you too hard to be ignored.

Because this was stupid.

This game was the stupidest thing possible that your friends could come up with. Steve was entirely stupid with his brilliance and courage and care and morality and outrageous handsomeness and most of all with giving you hope once that you could be good enough for him, that there was a glitch in the universe large enough that would somehow made the two of a potential couple. And you, oh you. You were the most stupidest of it all. To allow yourself to hope as well. To not let go of that fleeting seconds when the light of Steve Rogers was in your reach and you stood there like a dumbass without grabbing it, never speaking of it again then and yet still carrying a torch for him for two idiotic years.

Maybe if one of those things had been different – most likely of all, you – you could have been making out now. Maybe, you would feel his gentle touch in these shadows; or maybe hungry touch even. Maybe, because your friends were nosy assholes and drama queens, they would have banned you from participating in this in fear that they would have to disinfect the closet after you got full seven minutes in here.

Instead, all you had was a tentative brush of Steve’s hand to your elbow and the kind rumble of his voice, laced with worry.

“Hey, Shines. Are you okay?”

Ah yes. Another maddening thing: Steve’s sweet nickname for you. Where others called you Speedy – because of how quickly you had finished the intelligence test and made your way up in the Initiative – Steve had expressed his distaste in the nickname because just around the same time, he had learned about the modern term “speed”. Apparently, he did not like the idea of calling you something that reminded him of amphetamines. So instead, he had once admitted, he converted it in his head to the speed of light. And so Shines had been born.

The affection he sometimes spoke the single word with – the affection you longed for and mostly only imagined – was perhaps even more idiotic than your lack of reaction to his slightly shy advance two years ago.

For someone with your IQ score, you really were surrounded by stupidity and radiated it generously yourself.

The chuckle that escaped you tasted bitter on your tongue. “Why, sure. You?”

Even with the limited amount of light, you could see Steve’s searching gaze clearly. You could practically hear his mind whirling, wondering where the sudden ire had come from.

In an instant, you felt bad for snapping. Your trouble and your insecurities nor your anger at yourself were something he deserved to bear consequences for.

“I’m… fine,” he said after a while, kinder than you would have in his place. “Is there anything I can do to make the ‘sure’ better?”

Yeah, you thought. There were quite a lot of things; either put his mouth on yours – or elsewhere on your body, you weren’t picky – or maybe stop being so damn good of a person and being so damn loveable all the time when he didn’t mean anything beyond friendship by his behaviour.

You swallowed the once again bitter note and charmed a smile, your hand covering the back of his, still softly resting on your elbow.

“No. But thank you. I’m… sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he replied, eyes still searching. And soft. So annoyingly soft and caring.

You lowered your gaze and gulped, not finding it in yourself to respond. What could you even say to that?

The problem with Steve was that even if you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel him looking at you. At rare times, it felt like a punch, if he got truly angry with you – when you did something he considered stupid and dangerous as if you hadn’t been quite inspired by his own bravery – but at other times, like this, it felt like a fluffy blanket and a warm cup of tea pressed to your hands when the blues came knocking on your door.

No words were spoken for a long minute. And then, like you should have known they would, Steve’s arms carefully pulled you to his chest and wrapped you in a hug which felt just like his gaze a moment ago; except this feeling was real. He sucked up all your anger and frustration you into his chest with ease, breathed in once, then twice and unlike you, he simply let it go, allowing you to soak in his affection instead.

You could cry at the sweet gesture. Sweet, sweet Steve: deadly force, righteous passion, beautiful soul and infinite kindness locked in a body of a gentle giant.

“Thank you,” you muttered into his shirt and you could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, arms tightening just a fraction.

“Any time.”

You felt your lips curl up in a smile too, allowing yourself to bask in the goodness he was. Strong embrace, but kind. Almost too hot to touch, like a sun, but somehow still feeling like sunshine instead. Lips soft as they touched your hairline, fingers gently running through the length of your hair-

You stiffened. It felt too good; it felt like what you wanted but didn’t actually have. Steve Rogers did not kiss you; not your cheek, not your lips, not your forehead or the crown of your head.

Or at least he never had before.

“Steve?”

His smile was a little bashful as he retreated, his hand sliding down your hair, holding your chin in gentle hold you could easily escape should you want to. But you didn’t. Why would you when his thumb caressed your cheek, eyes firmly holding your gaze even as his smile was slightly shaky?

You didn’t dare to stop whatever this was; because this was what you wanted. Whether this was Steve giving into the game only or anything else, you’d take it. Because you didn’t start it, you didn’t force him into something you wanted. He initiated it; he held you as if you were something precious all on his own. If this behaviour expired in a few minutes, well. At least you would have a sweet memory to cherish, wouldn’t you?

“I’ve been thinking of you.”

Your eyes must have been wide – even ridiculously so – at the admission, your heart like a thunder in your chest and in your ears. You… certainly you must have misheard. You must have misinterpreted what he was trying to say. That was not right. Was it?

“…you have?”

His smile widened, eyes full of good-natured amusement. “I’m always thinking of you, Shines. I’m honestly surprised I’m keeping it so subtle that you are this shocked by the revelation.”

You licked your suddenly dry lips. You must have breathed in something. You had too much to drink. Tony sneaked some edibles into the refreshments – yes, that had to be it.

But then the even more rational part of your brain chimed in: you could never dream up something as detailed. And Steve would have been immune to the drugs. He hadn’t drunk too much of the Asgardian liquor from Thor’s flask either.

You were both perfectly sober at this moment – as insane and surreal as it felt. Did Steve really…? You swallowed the slightly hysterical giggle trying to claw its way up your throat.

“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t make fun of this, would you?”

Steve’s eyes grew serious even as they remained kind.

“No. I wouldn’t,” he assured you, the slightest hint of offence in his tone. “You’re just… you’re everywhere. I try to focus on work, but you’re always on my mind. That smile, those pretty eyes. This… this drive and passion you have and turn it into hard and good work and kindness. Those gorgeous, gorgeous lips…”

You licked again them on instinct, not missing the fact that Steve’s gaze flickered down at the motion.

No way. No way.

You had hit your head. This was a fever dream, this… this was all you wanted and needed, it couldn’t possibly become true all of sudden. Right?

But if this was a fever dream, you might as well enjoy it. If it was reality, even the better. Because Steve Rogers was serious in matters of heart – he was most definitely not pranking you. So if he was saying he had been thinking about you, you had no reason to doubt him.

There rarely ever was a reason to doubt Steve Rogers.

“I… I think about you too,” you reluctantly admitted, his lips suddenly so, so close you could feel his breath when he spoke only one word in response.

“Good.”

The first touch to your lips was nothing but tentative; nothing but temptation and yet everything you could ever want. His hand cradled your face like precious porcelain and his kiss was like one of an artist asking his muse to allow him into her favour. Warm and soft; his lips were as soft and gentle as you had always thought they would be. The tender brush of his fingertips to your face however made your first kiss all the sweeter, as did his smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he released your lips. The giddy feeling burst inside your chest with intensity you couldn’t possibly contain.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m gonna have to agree with good,” you whispered; and before you could feel silly, Steve’s low chuckle echoed in the limited space, his thumb tapping your lips.

“Yeah.”

That was the only warning you received before his mouth were back on yours, letting you taste that smile of his; his arms, still around your waist, pulled you closer against the hard planes of his chest, the sensation reminding you that you could in fact too do more than simply lay your hand on him. He appreciated your initiative with a content hum, the vibration against your lips sending pleasant shivers down your spine and into your belly. When he deepened the kiss, his touch on you growing firmer, angling your head to his liking, you felt like you could melt from the inside, all nerves on the most beautiful fire.

Your startled sound when your back bumped into the wall of the closet drowned in Steve’s mouth, your parted lips but an invitation for him. The sensations were quick to rise into your head like a heady wine and suddenly only seven minutes in whichever alternate reality you felt as if you had entered seemed unfairly short. Your fingers flexed in the material of Steve’s shirt, his large palm sliding to your hip and squeezing. His hips rocked ever so slightly against yours and the semi-hard bulge pressing against your core had you whimper his name just as his lips moved to your jaw.

“Love hearing my name like this from your lips, Shines,” he whispered like a secret into your skin, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh and nearly causing your knees to buckle. I’ll say it as much as you want, you wanted to say, the words stuck in your throat, only a breathy Steve coming out again, much to his apparent delight. “That’s it. Wanna hear it more… but not here.”

The flash of a rationality was brief; before it could take, his lips were back on yours and you felt yourself falling, leaning into his touch, hands wandering over his exquisite body, hips rutting forward at the beautiful, beautiful groan your touch elicited from him.

I did that. He wants me, he wants me like this. I want him. I need him.

The simple thoughts occupied your brain, a last portion of coherency you managed as his palm slid to your ass with purpose and pressed you against his hardness in a promise of what was to come. You decided that you could die a happy woman right there and that you needed his mouth on your more than you needed oxygen; you grabbed onto his face, pulling his lips back to yours, rewarded by a deep kiss and both of his hands grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with a little too much vigour.

You succumbed to the pleasure of his touch, head spinning, the world passing by in a blur.

It didn’t matter how you got into his room next; it didn’t matter, not when his hands were on you again, an absurdly polite can I? as his dextrous fingers slid the strap of your dress off your shoulder, a kiss to every inch of the newly revealed skin, leaving nothing but hunger for more in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he praised as he mouthed at your skin, the new endearment causing your heart to tremble, stomach fluttering pleasantly. “The times I imagined this, imagined you… turn around, Shines.”

You’d swear that you would let Steve Rogers get away with murder; but asking you to turn away from his hot lips, that was toeing the line of insanity.

“Steve-“

“Shhh… I’ve got you,” he cut of your protests, strong hands simply spinning you around.

He rewarded you for the lack of resistance by placing his hand over your stomach, skin hot even over the thin fabric, pressing you back against his chest and his more than evident arousal, lips attaching to the column of your neck, sliding the other strap of your dress down. Instinctively, you leaned your head back, exposing your throat to him, a small but sharp nip of teeth sending a fresh wave of arousal into your core.

Long fingers slid up your throat, turning your head so his lips could meet yours again, demanding and yet so giving, hand inching from your belly down your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress and causing your breath to hitch.

God, you needed him. You wanted him in every way possible, but if this was what came before he’d take you out, you had zero problem with that. You needed to feel him.

The please escaping your newly freed lips sounded almost pathetic to your ears, but Steve clearly disagreed with your assessment.

“Oh sweetheart, you sound so pretty like this… and look at you,” he rasped, nudging you to actually look ahead, only for you to realise you were now facing the tall mirror of his closet, gaze setting on your own face, dominated by the kiss-swollen lips and pupils blown up by lust. “Gorgeous… and you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re coming apart for me. First on my fingers and then…”

You shuddered when his fingers finally slid under your skirt, caressing the lace of your thigh-highs, chest vibrating against your back with an appreciative hum. Your gaze strayed to Steve’s face, only to find his eyes laser focused on your face in the mirror, flashing darkly when his fingertips found the soaked fabric of your panties and pressed.

“So wet for me, Shines. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Can’t wait to make you mine… you want that, don’t you?” he whispered, your lips parting wordlessly and at the very moment, he pushed the offending fabric to the side and dipped his index finger in your slick. He stroked a few times, coating his fingers in your essence and entered you with two with laughable ease. You pushed your hips forward on instinct, already needing more.

“Steve, oh god-“

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, free hand pressing your back to his front, hardness digging into our ass. “I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…”

Vainly wriggling against his strong hold because that was exactly what you wanted, you caught his smile in the mirror, his lips pressing softly against your temple as his fingers begun pumping in and out of your tight channel, stealing the breath from your lungs. Resigned and secretly thrilled by his dominance, you leaned against his chest, letting your head fall back against his strong shoulder, praying he’d give you more soon.

Instead, he pulled his fingers out altogether, painting your inner thighs with your slick, stepping back, leaving you cold and empty.

“St-“

His hand landed gently on your shoulder, his other hand easily sliding the zip of your dress down your back, letting it fall to the ground. Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your stockings, soaked panties and lace bra, you shuddered under Steve’s hungry gaze; but at the same time, the adoration and admiration shining from his gaze even made your stomach flip and stopped your hands from self-consciously covering yourself at least a bit.

You weren’t shy. You weren’t ashamed of your body; but goodness, Steve’s eyes trailing the length of it, taking in every inch of bare skin and appreciative of how the fabric hugged the parts still covered made you feel like a goddess. A muse.

His gaze was hypnotic as his eyes met yours in the mirror again, his smile soft before it earned a lustful edge.

“You’re a piece of art, Shines…” He stepped back to you, lips attaching back to your neck and his fingers pushed the panties down and let them slide down your legs, hand sprawling over your pubic bone and teasing your core with his fingers again. “And I’m going to appreciate that in every way I know… but you’re gonna watch. I wanna watch you as you fall apart for me, and I want you to see how beautiful you look when I make you mine. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t think. You nodded at the promise of pleasure, instantly rewarded by three fingers stretching you, one of your hands landing on his wrist to keep him inside, the other grabbing at his head behind you. You felt his smile against your neck before he sucked on your skin, setting a punishing pace, this time letting you meet his advances. The sight of his large hands over you was insanely erotic; his size and strength captured in a repetitive picture, your muscles contracting as you tried to encourage him to give your more. The pleas seamlessly blending with his name were falling from your lips as the pressure inside you built and built, the wicked curl of his fingers nearly having you reach for the stars.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Steve-“

“Watch, sweetheart,” he reminded you feverishly, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by his blown pupils, dark, pleased and unabashedly on you taking his fingers one moment, on your face contorted with pleasure next, the sheer hunger in his gaze aimed at you only adding fuel to the heat in your abdomen.

You tried to keep your eyes on your pair, you truly did, just to please him, just to gain more. It earned you a whispered praise to your ear, a sucking kiss on your throat and circling motions on your clit.

That had you were done for. Your eyes fluttered close as you clenched around Steve’s fingers with a breathless cry, ecstasy exploding inside you and lighting your body on fire.

You could feel Steve’s burning gaze on your still, but he didn’t push you again, didn’t deny you just because you didn’t give him what you couldn’t at the moment, too wrapped in your bliss. Of course, he didn’t. He was still Steve; much filthier than you imagined, but still himself. Warm and safe, holding you close when his motions slowed down, prolonging your pleasure, still supporting your weight when your legs nearly gave out. Chuckling silently with an adoring soft kiss to your jaw when you breathed out a thank you, thinking about the fact he caught you, probably sounding as if you were thanking him for absolutely ruining you with his fingers only, not so subtly showing you that you might not survive when he’d turn it up a notch and actually took you.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” he whispered into your hair, carefully pulling out his fingers as not to hurt you. “Even more beautiful that I imagined.”

You shuddered, unable to respond with words, turning around and chasing his lips instead. He obliged and kissed you sweetly, wrapping his arms around you close, only now having you realize he was still fully clothed himself. And that the way his had cock pressed against his slacks must have been painful at this point. For that reason alone – that he put your pleasure before his, as you knew he would – you would sink to your knees in an instant if your core wasn’t already throbbing for him.

“I want you,” you said against his mouth, revelling in his smile and the playful nip on your lower lip he graced you with upon your admission.

“Good. Because I need you. I need to see those pretty lips parted for me and unable to speak anything but my name when I fill you up so well you’ll never even think about another man again,” he said slowly, letting every heavy syllable sink into your skin and have your already racing heart nearly give out – and letting your lips loose.

“Yes. Please.”

When you suddenly found yourself in the air, held firmly in his arms and carried to the bed, you couldn’t find the shame in you to be bashful about your needs.

Because when he sunk into you and delivered on his promises, you felt like you entered another plane of existence. When his hands grabbed onto you, his body an art piece you could feast your eyes on and touch, you suddenly understood his need for a mirror, for a glimpse from every angle, the absolute beauty of your bodies together as one, of seeing him lose himself to pleasure of his own.

His chants of endearments, praise and mine echoed in your ears, your lips indeed only remembering to speak his name, whisper it and scream it. When he lifted you to your high two more times, filling you with his spent to make you his indeed, you knew that you would be his forever; you had been for a long, long time.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…”

“Yours, I am yours.”

Blinking your eyes open, you slowly realized you never knew darkness could feel so violent to your eyes. Steve’s deeply concerned gaze was firm on you, frown settled in his brows, both hands on your biceps holding you as if you were about to pass out any second.

His relieved breath brushed over your face, shoulders sagging.

“Thank god, Shines. I was starting to get worried. Are you alright? It’s like you went to a completely different place for a moment there.”

Why were you standing? You had been just lying down, the heat of Steve’s skin seeping into yours from your back and his arm wrapped around your middle as you had fallen asleep.

“What?” you rasped, feeling the ghost of the soreness in your throat as you nearly lost your voice having screamed his name. You blinked again as the image of his beautifully red parted lips trembling with your name flickered in front of you, disappearing just as fast – replaced by him growing worried by the minute.

In a closet. You were in a closet. The sound of idly chat and chuckles dimmed by the walls of the closet reached your ears. The party was still in a sleepy swing; a stupid game was still on.

The realization was like a bucket of icy water dumped on your heated body, all-consuming confusion swallowing all your thoughts.

But… how? You--- that wasn’t- you had been to Steve’s room. He had—- he had kissed you, right here, a dream coming true when he admitted he was still thinking of you and was ready to act on it, his hot soft lips, his hands, deliciously long thick fingers, wickedly dextrous as they sneaked between your legs, opened you up for his--- he had stretched you so good, in every way imaginable, his gaze so dark as he watched you both in the mirror, so sweetly and devilishly delighted at filling you up to the brim, making you his-

“Okay, that’s it, Shines. We’re out of here-”

“No!” you blurted out, horror seizing you at the mere thought of coming out to the light right now. With you face flushed; with your core painfully empty and slick even as the aftershocks of your orgasms, having felt so real, turned from echo of pleasure to mortifying all-consuming shame. “No, no, it’s fine! I’m fine. I just… I must have had too much to drink and zoned out.”

“You didn’t drink that much,” Steve opposed swiftly, his gaze so unnerving, and could he just stop, stop looking at you like he cared, so sweet and nice and so frustratingly not yours even if the affection in his gestures felt all the same as in whatever fucked-up dream experience you just had just been through. “We should-“

“Please, don’t-- they’re never gonna let us live this down if we bail,” you argued lamely, unconvincing even to your own ears, feeling tears burn in your eyes and desperately trying to stop them from showing.

“Fuck that. It’s just a stupid game.”

‘Fuck, look at you. I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…’ echoed in your ears, so crystal clear you would have sworn it had happened – but what other evidence did you need that it was just a wild creation of your mind?

Steve didn’t love you. Steve didn’t want you this way. It had never happened. You were still in this closet in the dark, blinded by the light his persona, this time annoyed since the light only hurt your eyes.

And you heart. Your stupid little foolish heart.

“…yeah. Yeah, just a stupid game. Just… so so stupid,” you muttered, no longer talking about the game – and unable to stop the tears from coming anymore.

You laughed bitterly, understanding nothing, but not caring, even more irked at the alarmed expression on Steve’s face when he noticed the few glistening drops rolling down your cheeks.

“Shines… what is it? What can I do to make it better?”

His hands, having been burning a brand onto your biceps, shifted, one caressing your arm, the other rising to your face; and you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the touch, not when it meant less than what you wanted and needed, not when his fingertips brushed your cheek as if it was something precious to him – not when you knew it wasn’t.

You stepped back out of his reach hastily, your back hitting the wall; but not without catching the flash of hurt on his face when you rejected the affection and comfort he was offering.

“I’m sor-“ The words died in your throat, the sudden almost electric shift in the air making your hair stand on end.

As fast as if you snapped your fingers, Steve was no longer looking at you.

In fact, he wasn’t looking at anything.

Your stomach dropped.

“…Steve?”

Your whisper was tentative, but your step forward was not. Heart thundering in your chest, your eyes roamed his suddenly expressionless face. What the hell was happening?

Gulping, you reached out for his hand with yours; but as you squeezed, his hand remained limp by his side.

“Steve, can you hear me?”

Frustration and shame swiftly forgotten, your fingers slid to his wrist, feeling for his pulse. It fluttered under your touch like a hummingbird; but with how fast your own heart was beating, it might have been that you could feel your own.

You went to a completely different place for a moment there, you recalledhis words, real words, right after you found him observing you with concern rather than pulling you to his bare chest after an intense session of fucking.

Whatever had happened to you, be it blamed on alcohol or anything else, was clearly happening to him now. That or you accidentally triggered some kind of a flashback with the way you had reacted. If you had, you’d never forgive it yourself; but you’d have time to feel like an asshole later. Now, Steve needed your help. Fast.

Except you had no idea what was actually taking place in here, let alone how to solve it.

“Yeah, fuck this game.”

You were not going to stay here another second. Not when Steve, sweet kind Steve who deserved the world, was stuck in some strange trance you might have caused.

You were just about to bang on the door of the closet with all your might when a gasp for air had your head snap back to Steve so quickly you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

Your hands were on his arms to steady him before you could think about it twice. Relief flooded your body when his gaze unmistakably found yours, even if he stared at your wide-eyed, clearly rattled by whatever had just happened.

“Shines?” he rasped, blinking a few times as if to adjust his sight to the darkness again, following the lines of your arms to where you were holding onto him with confusion. You swiftly dropped your hands, his frown only deepening at that.

“Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I--- I think so?”

The uncertainty in his voice and the suddenly unreadable emotion in his face made a lump grow in your throat.

“Yeah, the fact that this sounds more like a question than an answer really tells me you were right,” you stated, feeling small as you saw Steve had trouble finding his footing. As his friend, you had the privilege to see him vulnerable more often than the general public, but that didn’t mean the fact he seemed clueless and slightly lost now was still unsettling. “We should get out of here, right now. You were staring blank ahead for at least a minute. You really scared me, Steve.”

His eyebrows shot up as he learned that was what happened.

“I was…? That’s what-- you scared me too. You were staring into space before too... What happened to you in that time?” Steve queried, gently despite obviously being affected himself. “Do you… do you remember any of it?”

You let out a small distressed noise, heat of shame flooding your body all over again.

Yeah, no. You were not going to tell him what exactly happened, regretfully only in your head.

You rarely lied so blatantly, less so to Steve, but these were desperate times. You’d rather keep at last some of your dignity.

You licked your lips. “I… I just zoned out. And then suddenly you were here, asking if I was sure I was okay. You?”

His eyes searched your face for a moment as if he could sense your lie – or at least lack of complete honesty. Yet, he didn’t press, swallowing loudly instead and giving you a shaky smile.

“…yeah. Yeah, same. That was… strange.”

No kidding. You believed him losing consciousness the way he had was strange indeed.

Except when you zoned out, you dreamed of a world where Steve railed you into oblivion while watching you both in a mirror. Until now, you thought that shoving you against a wall and hauling you up in those enormous arms and railing you like that would be more than enough to satisfy your cravings, but apparently you were wrong. But never mind that, right? You could be flexible… flexible enough, in more ways than just one. God knew sex with a man as fit as Steve might require some stretching.

You licked your lips again, mouth feeling dry at the memory. And yet. It wasn’t all a memory. He still was so close, watching so intently. Almost as if… no.

You laughed without a trace of humour.

“Yeah, well, maybe Stark laced the walls with something when he was closing the door-“ your voice trailed off, eyes growing wide as you entertained the wild thought. “Actually, you know what, I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

Honestly, it would be a perfectly plausible explanation. In fact, you wanted that to be the explanation; it shifted the blame. You and Tony could share the blame for the inappropriate images still flashing in your mind at least.

Not to mention that theorizing was the most welcomed distraction you could get in the tiny space growing hotter by the minute, full of Steve’s masculine scent seeping into your skin and making your underwear even damper by the second.

“Hm…” Steve hummed, intrigued, his concern melting into outrage. “Loki suggested the game and made the closet. Whatever happened could be on him.”

You frowned at the implication, instinctively protective of the god of mischief; Tony was the kind of guy who would pull this kind of shenanigans using precisely the fact Loki might end up being blamed while he’d laugh his ass off.

“Tony didn’t exactly protest, maybe he just jumped at the chance.”

“Hold on a second… do you think they would team up? To deliver some sort of an advanced Halloween prank?”

Your first instinct was to say no. The thought was absurd. Loki and Tony tolerated each other at best, Tony being one of the people having the hardest time forgiving Loki for the destruction he had once caused… when it suited him. Other times… well.

“I’m…” you hesitated, “I’m not sure, actually. But I know I’m not laughing.” For sure.

Steve face was serious as he observed you, worry creeping into his expression again – you only hoped he forgot all about your earlier outburst, even as you were aware that was very unlikely.

“Can’t say I do. Once we’re out, this game is over.”

“Yeah, good idea,” you agreed instantly. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

He seemed a little flushed, a little shell-shocked still. Then again, you imagined you did too. At least you hoped you did; you hoped Steve couldn’t read you like a book… and you hoped Wanda was smart enough not to enter your mind while you were in here.

Oh god, Wanda.

“Yeah… but that’s only cause it’s not a terrible imposition to be here with you of all people,” Steve said lightly, a ghost of a genuine smile curling up his lips, an unvoluntary smirk passing over yours at his choice of words.

“Well, I’m honoured not to be a terrible imposition to you, Captain,” you sassed, unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. “I suppose there are worse people to get stuck with.”

“Such a compliment,” he threw back readily, eyes twinkling. Minutely – and you would swear it – his gaze flickered to your lips.

You heart started racing. You only imagined it. There was no way. Was there? Or…?

“Shines, I… there’s something I think I should tell you,” Steve said slowly, voice turning surprisingly soft.

You blinked, the feeling of déjà-vu hitting you like a train. You had to be dreaming again. There was no way he said those words, not so tenderly, not-

The door opened so suddenly you had to squint against the flood of light; light as harsh as the truth, overtaking all of your senses.

You stumbled out of the tight space with a deep breath, the colder air sobering you up fast. Whatever Steve was about to say, it didn’t matter; it was probably your mind playing tricks on you again and if it wasn’t, it was probably just words of consolidation he came up with at the spot, an attempt to sooth whatever had bothered you before. Nothing more.

Because whatever you had fantasied about in the closet, it was just that: a fantasy. True, one you weren’t aware you had, but a fantasy nonetheless.

Steve had long moved on from asking you out two years ago. Whatever could have been, you had missed your chance then; he was just being friendly. He tried to offer comfort, because that was what he did. Even when you hurt him by your rejection of it, even when he was rattled himself by whatever he had experienced, he tried to comfort you again what could be two minutes later, because that was what good friends did.

Not a terrible imposition – that was what he said, after all. Even as you knew he probably chose the words on purpose to distract you and amuse you, it was not exactly a declaration of love. There was nothing but friendship between you, not from his side and that meant you would keep it that way unless you were ready to risk it all.

Which was going to be never.

As Steve firmly announced that the game was over, contrary to the booing from several Avengers, you wondered what it would take to rename the stupid activity to Seven Minutes in Hell.

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