#loki x fem oc

[morally-grey-variant]

love is a dagger [loki x oc] [part one]

loki x oc

part one

[master post here]

Pairing: Loki x Original Character (she/they)

Setting: Canon goes out the window as Loki joins the Avengers Compound. He's not exactly "one of the gang" but, in a tentative truce with Thor, is allowed to live and train with the Avengers and other SHIELD agents living and working on the Compound.

Loki's trying to be better. Really, he is. But atoning for his crimes in the Battle of New York -- and processing more trauma than he has begun to comprehend -- hasn't been easy: Thor stuck his neck out to get him here and won't let him forget it. The other Avengers watch him like they expect him to spontaneously combust.

A particularly annoying SHIELD agent approaches him again and again during his solo workout sessions, insistent upon learning hand-to-hand combat and close-quarters weapons skills. Six months in, he's impressed by how far they've come, and falling for them... hard.

Summary: Six months into Agent Grey Forrest's precarious "are we more than friends?" alliance with the God of Mischief, he accidentally stabs her during a training exercise. (wc 2.6k)

(Grey Forrest - femme/nb, presenting androgynous femme, uses she/they pronouns interchangeably.)

Warnings: Later episodes become more explicit -- Minors DNI. Blood, hospital/surgery/sedatives/stitches, general angst, mild swearing, inferences of past trauma. (if I've missed something please let me know!)

(a cheesy title *and* an OC in my first ever Loki fic? we're going all in, agent. this one has floated around in a doc for a few weeks now and she's dying to see the light of day. future eps will include TWs for dark themes but right now she's a slow burn queen that might make you hate me a little. things will get smuttier, I promise.) inspired by the prompt, "loki accidentally stabs you while training."

My wrist pins Loki's arm against the concrete wall. 

“Checkmate.” 

Panting and grinning, I flick my ponytail back over my shoulder. My torso edges against his, the slick athletic material of my uniform sliding against his worn leather armor. Loki pants, his parted lips spilling hot breath across my face. The knife in my hand glints in the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spilling over the blue plastic mat floor of the sparring room.

Loki's bright green eyes flash a half-second before he bodily shoves me aside, spinning us around. He pivots, and my wrist – still clutching my knife – is now locked into his grip. He twists it behind my back and tugs me into his chest. 

Loki's gold dagger finds my throat.

“Checkmate,” he growls playfully. 

Adrenaline spiking, my chest heaves. Damn him. Stupid mistakes like this will get me killed in the field. 

I raise my empty hand, reluctantly signaling surrender. I can practically hear the smug grin of success on his lips as he releases my other wrist, gently pushing me away.

My fingers spread in a gesture of mercy. As if I intend to let him have this one; he's bested me yet again. His answering grin, flashing a glimpse of perfect pearly whites, is infuriatingly confident. Cheeky. A fire blooms in my chest, even as my heart hammers with exhaustion.

He lowers his dagger, his own chest rising and falling beneath his heavily scratched black leather armor. Lulled into a false sense of security by his favorite sparring companion's unwavering surrender.

I lunge forward, taking advantage of that trust in my surrender. My knife strikes out towards his armored torso; my aim wavers, glinting off the worn brassy-gold panel at his waist. 

Loki snatches my arm, flicking it away effortlessly. “Cheating the Trickster?” he jabs, then vanishes in a blink of black smoke. We’ve both broken our rules of combat now: perfidy and sorcery.

“Little traitor.” He reappears to my left. My head spins, disoriented, as he lunges, and I parry backwards – 

His gold blade sinks into the slip of unarmored flesh at my side. Time slows around us as my gaze flutters from the blade to Loki’s face. His confidence melts into horror.

We gasp in unison as steel meets skin. My body recoils instinctively as blade strikes bone, glinting off my ribcage; the scratch against my rib resounds through my entire body. 

“Fuck,” I gasp. All the wind rushes out of my lungs. Loki's hand falters and his blade clatters to the floor. I clutch my ribcage as the room starts spinning around me.

“Grey, I'm so sorry,” Loki pants. He hesitates before stepping toward me, hands hovering over me, paralyzed by fear and indecision. Blood trickles between my fingers.

“Fuck,” I echo. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My voice is soft in my throat and I can't stop repeating the curse. All my training flies out of my head as my stab wound leaks onto my uniform and drips onto the blue mat beneath my feet. Apply pressure. Get help. 

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I'm not alright,” I spit, finally gathering my bearings. “You fucking stabbed me!” He flinches away, but I’m too rattled to feel particularly guilty. I’m shaking all over, trying to grip the hem of my athletic shirt with my other hand. I tug, but the fabric doesn't give; I can't get a good grasp with my trembling fingers, but I need a cloth to apply pressure and soak up the blood, I need to get down to the medical wing and –

“Stop that,” Loki says. “Come here.” He conjures a white rag in a flash of green light and takes another step towards me.

Before I can so much as blink, he's lifting my bloodied hand from my torso and replacing it with his own. The cloth beneath his palm presses into my chest. One arm slopes across my shoulders, curling me towards him. 

I finally look up at him.

He hovers over me, brows pinched. His chest is still rapidly rising and falling beneath his scarred armor, huffing through his flared nostrils, lips pressed into a flat line. His dark curls spill over his forehead; through them, and his eyes flash up at me, now darkened by swollen pupils.

He looks every inch a kicked dog.

I lay my hand over his. “I've got it,” I murmur. My heart pounds again; unhelpful. Quickening my heart rate will only increase the blood flow.

“Right,” he answers in a soft voice, nodding once and releasing his palm, transferring the pressure back to my hand. “Grey, I never meant to hurt you,” he continues quickly. “My hand slipped. I’m sorry.”

“I need to get to the medical wing.” My vision blurs and shifts; there isn’t enough room in my head for apologies. Dark red quickly soaks through Loki's white cloth. I take a single step forward, but my leg shakes unsteadily. 

Loki stops me. “You're in no fit state to walk. Let me help you.” There's an urgency in his voice. Fear laces the edge of his words.

My breath hitches and shudders. “I can walk.”

“Damn it all, Grey,” he barks, gripping my arm. “Let me help you.” 

I jerk my head up, eyes wide. 

It's been a long time since I've been afraid of Loki. 

He clenches every muscle in his jaw, the sharp cut of his chin barely containing the multitude of biting comments forming there. But there's no fury in his eyes. Frustration, yes; but no anger.

It's fear. 

Black fear sours his expression. Loki, who perpetually radiates cocksure swagger and irritating arrogance, is reduced to a frightened, trembling hesitation.

“Please.” A gentler tone, firm but tender. The vice-like grip of his long fingers loosens. I nod. My head swims and I clutch my forehead with my free hand.

Loki scoops me into his arms. My world flips upside-down; I squeeze my eyes shut against the onslaught of dizziness. Every step rattles my body, forcing me to bite back a groan of pain.

“I'm getting blood on your armor,” I say, tipping my head onto his shoulder. Anything to abate this dizziness; if I throw up on his armor, I’ll probably die of embarrassment – if the stab wound doesn’t get me first. The hand clutching my side, now pressed into his torso, feels sticky and wet. “Why am I losing so much blood?”

“Hush now,” he croons softly. My stomach churns.

I can't decide if it's from the stab wound, or from Loki. His arms curl around my body with strength and gentleness that might tear me apart. 

I can't stop picturing that fear in his eyes. Like a kicked dog. A dog who's been kicked over and over for the crime of loving. Who can't stop running back to whatever – or whomever – hurt him. 

I've never kicked this dog. Why is he afraid of me?

“I'm gonna be fine, Loki,” I murmur, my cheek pressed into a metal buckle of his training armor. I shift my head, tucking it into his chest. I'm getting tired. “Fine.” But my hand shifts against the wound and I can tell the cloth is soaked through.

Loki's chest rumbles, but I can't make out what he's saying. It's a frustrated noise, I know that much. He makes enough little noises of discontent that I've learned to differentiate between the sounds. 

Other voices fill the space around us. I think he’s telling someone what happened, though much of his voice is still a low rumble in his chest. My leaden head sinks into him.

Suddenly, he’s relinquishing me, laying me down on a hard, flat surface. It's my turn to grumble discontented noises. My arms stretch out back towards the safety of his, but other hands start prodding and grabbing at me. My eyes fly open, heart pounding again, I’m gasping for air–

“You're all right,” Loki murmurs in a low voice somewhere beside me. “They’re going to help you now.”

Medical staff swarm as the stretcher jolts forward. I squeeze my eyes shut again. Lights flash behind my eyelids at regular intervals. 

“Sir, were going to have to ask you to wait–”

“I'll stay right here, thank you.” 

The stretcher jerks to a halt. Fingers and needles pinch against my arm, unpleasantly shocking my brain in and out of the heavy sluggish fog. My athletic shirt tugs downward with a metallic snick of scissors– 

I blink my eyes open again, hands slapping against the hands and shears cutting through my clothes – no, stop, and I think the words gasp out of my throat but I can't be sure if I’m actually saying them out loud.

“Agent, we have to access the wound,” a voice snaps through the warbled haze. Someone pulls my hands away. My stomach flips – I can't freak out, if I freak out I'll lose control, I can't freak out, but now I'm totally freaking out – 

But then there's a gentle hand on my temple. “Let them help you.” Loki's voice is almost unfamiliar in its tenderness. A surge of bright electricity erupts in my heart, flooding through every vein and nerve ending; the blip, blip, blip of some machine in the room keeps pace. “You're safe here, Grey. Agent.” He tacks on the last word like a formality. An afterthought.

Although his gentleness sets my heart racing, his words have their intended effect. I don't fight back as the nurse cuts clean through my blood-soaked top, exposing my torso. Glancing down, I wish I hadn't when I see how my chest is smeared with blood. The nurse blessedly doesn't cut through my sports bra, since the wound seems to lie a few inches below the elastic band. 

Another warm, thick sensation spreads down my left arm, spilling down my fingers and out across my torso. My eyes drift closed again – everything feels better now. I can ignore the stinging of alcohol and iodine swabs around the wound, prodding fingers and soft gauze that catch against raw flesh. “It's a clean cut,” someone pronounces. Loki's hand stiffens against my temple. “Less than an inch deep, about two inches long.” A keyboard crackles as someone takes notes. 

“Agent Forrest,” someone asks, “we’re going to stitch up the wound now. All right?” 

“Mmm,” I hum, rolling my head so the elastic of my ponytail doesn't dig into my skull. Loki's thumb strokes against my temple. The needle and surgical thread tug against the tender skin over my ribcage, pulling and tightening and piercing over and over again.

Voices echo from down the hall. The warm, brain-addling sedative conjures up familiar characters for a dream half-rooted in reality. Shouting voices, and the tenor of someone familiar, authoritative, and very pissed right outside the door.

“You're fucking kidding me. You let him in there with her?” 

“Mr. Stark, the doctor is right in the middle of the procedure,” a female voice insists. 

“And I pay the doctor's salary,” Tony shouts as if he's right at my feet. I force my eyes open – I hate this dream. I don't want Tony in my dream. 

Oh. Red-faced and seething, what I can only assume is a very real Tony Stark looms over the end of my bed. Shame, and something like fear burn in my chest, tugging me to the surface of the drug-induced fog.

“Mr. Stark, I must insist, the patient's wound–” the doctor insists, turning his head but remaining hunched over my torso.

“Nurse, call security,” Tony barks. “Scratch that. I'll escort the threat out myself.”

“Tony, it's not what it looks like–” Loki says. His hand never leaves my head, cradling it tenderly even as he raises his voice. The doctor shakes his head and finishes up the last stitches.

“You fucking stabbed Agent Forrest?” Tony growls, lifting his arm – his finger trails along the metal cuff at his wrist, preparing to summon one of his suits. 

“Not in the hospital!” The nurse shouts, jumping to her feet. Her voice is weighted with enough authority that even Tony pauses. “Take it outside. We have seriously sick people here.”

“You let her attacker into the room with her,” Tony counters, thrusting a finger towards Loki. “He could slaughter all of you before you could scream for help.”

“He brought her here, Mr. Stark,” the doctor says, tying off the last stitch. “If he wanted to kill any of us, he's had plenty of time.”

“Tony…” I grumble. My tongue is thick and heavy in my mouth. Loki's hand slips away from my temple. I shift my head as the cradle of his fingers disappears. My leaden skull feels like it’s swollen twice its size. “Too much morphine.” I blink hard, my brow creased in concentration. Why am I so loopy? “If Loki wanted t’kill me, I’d’ve killed him. I'm fine. 's an accident.” 

“We’ll take you off the IV,” the nurse explained, coming closer to pinch and prod at my arm. “The wound is fairly shallow.”

“See?” I raise my arm, gesturing to the nurse. “Fine.”

“You got lucky, Forrest. This man has stabbed more Avengers than not,” Tony counters, ignoring my morphine-drunk threat. “You have ten seconds before I throw you out that window, space man.”

“Stupid, Tony,” I grumble, growing frustrated. Bracing my forearms against the bed, I push myself up. Loki stops me before the nurses can so much as flinch.

“Lie down,” he says, finally stepping into my line of sight. 

“Oh my god, Loki,” I gasp, blinking hard. He's completely drenched in blood – my blood. My hand flies up to brush against the front of his armor.

He lowers a hand to brace against my chest before quickly reconsidering and pushing down on my shoulder. Soft green light flashes in my periphery and a pillow cushions the back of my head as he lowers me back onto the stretcher. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he continues urgently. 

I resign myself to a more horizontal position, but I still reach out towards him. IV tubes tug against my arm, but my hand rests flat against the blood-smeared leather protecting his torso. “Fuck… bled all over you.”

Loki smirks. His hand wraps around mine, lowering it back to my side. “An excuse to requisition something new from the armory,” he answers. His hands are coated in my blood, too. “Something with a bit more gold, perhaps?”

“Black and gold,” I hum. “Green’s more your color.”

“Are we done here?” Tony snaps, and my tunneled vision explodes back out into the room. I'd forgotten the room was full of people.

“Tony…” I murmur. My head is starting to clear somewhat. “Loki wasn't trying to kill me. It was an accident. My fault.”

“Mr. Stark, the patient needs to rest,” the nurse interjects, clipboard chart clutched in her hand. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”

Tony storms out. In the hall, I can hear him demanding to have a word with someone about hospital security.

Loki smirks down at me, though his face is still pale. Paler than usual.

“You too, Mr. Laufeyson,” the nurse adds. She wedges herself between us, forcing him to step to the side.

“No,” I groan. “Let him stay. Loki, stay with me. I hate it here.”

Loki's hand strokes my temple again. The nurse frowns down at me as she changes the IV. A new bag, heavy with dark blood, sags from the silver pole behind her.

“We finally got your blood type from your file,” she explains. “Your… friend can stay while you receive the infusion.”

Loki pushes back hair that clings to my forehead, still damp with drying sweat. “Don't leave, Loki.” I wince against the pinching sensations and beads of blood welling up as she removes the first line and places another for the blood.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

[continue reading in part two]

[softforloki]

Chapter 13: The Nightmare

Chapter List

Word Count: 1, 768

Summery: Loki finds himself back in the horrors of his past.

Warnings: Brief depictions of torture (burning) at the very beginning

. . .

Loki was falling.

There was no sound other than the wind whooshing past him as he fell, fell, fell through the endless darkness of the Void.

He was cold. How was he cold? Frigid temperatures had never bothered him, and he had just learned that it was because of his Jotünn parentage. How was he cold? How was the air biting enough at him as he plummeted that it chilled him?

Suddenly, he was no longer falling. His body ached- no. It burned. He was burning. He was being burned. His skin bubbled and sizzled. A scream ripped through him. His vision blurred. Someone stood over him. He couldn’t see them. He couldn't see anything. He was dying. No, it was worse. He was burning. He was hurting but they wouldn’t kill him. He was too useful to kill. Much better to bend him until he breaks to their will.

His reality shifted again until he stood over a city in ruin. An alien army descended from the heavens, wreaking chaos and destruction below him. People were running. People were screaming. He held a scepter in his hand. He felt powerful. He felt broken. He was a king. He was a scared little boy. His whole body screamed out in pain.

He was somewhere different. A bedroom. There was a figure. They were blurry. They were touching his burn scar. Their touch felt nice. It felt safe. They felt safe. She felt safe. Her face became clearer. She was scared. She was sad. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and sweet. She smiled.

“You’re safe, Loki. It’s okay.” She whispered.

Pain shot through his body again. Her image blurred. Loki cried out, wrapping his fingers around the woman’s wrist. Don’t leave.

She was gone.

A new figure- a more imposing one- towered over him.

The Titan stood before him.

Thanos.

Was.

There.

Loki choked out a sob, trying to scramble away inelegantly. The Titan smiled cruelly down at him.

“You’re a long way from home, little god.” He murmured. “Are you lost?” 

He sounded kind. He sounded sympathetic. He sounded wrong.

Loki placed a hand on his stomach- on his scar. He searched for her touch. Where was it? Where was she? She was so kind, so soft.

“Loki! Wake up!” He couldn’t see her. “You’re safe, you’re with me. I’m here, my prince. Wake up, please!”

She was begging. She sounded scared, desperate. 

Thanos towered over him.

His hand stretched out.

His smile was wrong. It didn’t reach his eyes.

His.

Hand.

Moved. 

Towards.

Loki.

It.

Gripped.

His. 

Shoulder-

Loki awoke with a strangled yell, smacking the hand away.

Selene flinched in surprise, quickly retracting her hand and scooting away. “It’s okay, lovey. It’s just me.”

Loki hung his head, pressing the heels of his palms into his forehead. Shame washed over him as Selene slowly shifted back closer to him. Stupid. It wasn’t real. It was just Selene. It was his partner. It was his moon and stars. It was the love of his life, and he had hit her. He’d swatted her away as though she meant to hurt him. His precious Selene. His dear, dear Selene. 

“I’m sorry,” He choked out.

“No, honey. Don’t apologize.” She said soothingly, holding a hand out to him, palm up, non threateningly. “May I touch you?”

He looked back up at her. Visions of pain and loneliness and sorrow flashed through his mind. Selene. She was here. She was here, and she loved him. She loved him.

Without a word, Loki reached out to her, not unlike a child. He felt no shame, however, as Selene took him into her arms, cradling him against her. She pet his hair as he buried his face in her neck. “You’re here with me, Loki. You’re safe. No one can hurt you; I won’t let them.”

If he was in his right mind, he might have been mortified when he started to cry profusely. He hadn’t wept so hard since he was very small, and had been hurt during a sparring session with his brother. He sobbed against Selene’s skin, gripping her tightly. She squeezed him back, pressing her lips to his hair. “Go ahead and cry, Loki-love. It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Loki wasn’t sure how long he sat there, crying against Selene as she held him. However long it took for him to calm down enough to pull back, eyes red and puffy. He took a long, slow breath of air.

“There you go,” Selene smiled, wiping tear tracks from his face. “Can you take a few more deep breaths for me, honey?”

He’d do anything for her. He inhaled again, as she guided him gently through a few repetitions of breathing in and out. His hands shook, but he took hers, holding them in his lap. He forced himself to look at her, despite the guilt that permeated his body now that his mind was clear.

“Are you back with me?” Selene asked, squeezing his hands.

“Yes,” He murmured. 

“Do you need anything? Are you thirsty?” She asked, pulling away from him. “I can go and get-”

“Don’t! Please!” His voice cracked around the plea. “Please don’t go.” His hands encircled her wrists. 

Selene looked down at him in surprise. “Loki, I just want to get you some water. I won’t even have to leave the room.” She indicated her head to her water bottle on the dresser. “Can I get that for you?”

Loki nodded, releasing her. He set his hands in his lap, face burning with shame and eyes burning with tears. Selene quickly retrieved her bottle, returning to her spot on the bed. She gently put the bottle in his hands. “Drink.”

He raised it to his lips, drinking heavily. The water did help, filling his dry mouth with the cooling liquid.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Selene asked softly, taking his hands again when he’d finished, setting the water bottle on the bedside table.

“I don’t know.” He replied, hanging his head.

“You don’t have to.” She assured him, gently tilting his face back up to her. “You don’t have to tell me anything, okay?”

He nodded, still trembling hands pulling her closer to him. 

Loki took many pleasures in Selene’s body. He took carnal pleasure when she offered it, of course. But tonight, he hid against her body, like a child under a blanket. This was softer, more tender. She was so soft. He didn’t think he’d ever fully get used to her softness. 

She murmured every saccharine name she called him. He nearly cried harder, hearing them all. He’d been called many things over his many years. Silver Tongue. Trickster God. Snake Prince. God of Lies. Lesser son. Monster… 

Loki-love, Lokes, handsome, lovey, my prince, Mischief, honey. Sweet names. Beautiful names. Names he was unused to spilled from Selene’s lips as she cradled him closer to him. Names that caused his hands to shake as they covered him like a warm blanket.

He didn’t deserve her.

But he wanted to.

“I love you,” He murmured, pulling his face away from her hair to hold her head gently in his hands. “You are one of the very few stable things I have had in my life. You are my goddess. You are my queen. I don’t think I tell you this as much as I should, but you do more for me than I think you could possibly imagine, and I would do anything to be worthy of you.”

“My beautiful prince, my sweet Loki,” She whispered back, curling her fingers in his dark hair. “You’ve seen my worst moments and you’ve loved me. You’ve seen the imperfections of my body, and you’ve loved me. You’ve seen every single inch of me, and you continue to love me. You continue to want me.” Her eyes tear up with the intensity and earnestness of her words. “Do you know how long I thought that I couldn’t be truly loved? Do you know how long I’ve looked over my scars, and wondered who could want someone who… who looked like this? How long have I looked back on my history, and thought I was too broken to get involved with anyone?”

“Selene,” Loki whimpered, tears dripping slowly down his face.

“My love, if you are not worthy of this,” She gestured between them. “Then no one is.”

He surged forward to kiss her, his tears trailing into their connected lips, but he doesn't care and she doesn’t seem to either. He cradled her face in his hands, quietly gasping as he cried a little harder, pressing his mouth against hers again and again and again.

“You remind me,” Loki mumbled against Selene’s skin. “That I owe you a story, in exchange for the darkness you have already shared with me.”

“You owe me nothing.” She replied firmly.

“But I want to give it to you.” He promised, thumbing the skin of her cheeks gently as he gazed into her gray eyes. “Just… not tonight. Not here.”

Not in this bed. Not in this sanctuary of love. Those horrors didn’t belong in such a place. 

Selene nodded. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready, you can tell me as much or as little as you want.”

Loki nodded, hands shakily sliding from her face, down her neck, her shoulders, until they closed gently on her biceps. “I think I’d like to try to sleep.”

Without another word, Selene wrapped an arm around Loki’s shoulders, guiding him back to lay down. She pulled the blankets back up around them, then guided his head to rest on her shoulder.

This was nice, he decided as he closed his eyes. He didn’t often let himself be held and coddled- he’d thought it beneath him. He was a god, for goodness sake. He’d lived over a thousand years. He’d been lying and scheming and betraying for as long as he could remember. Loki of Asgard certainly didn’t need to be comforted. 

But Selene.

Oh, Selene.

Lovely, ethereal, celestial Selene.

When she held him against her, wrapped him in her arms and kissed his hairline and stroked his back with her featherlight touch, Loki was gone. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe.

Perhaps Loki of Asgard didn’t want this. Perhaps the young and hungry prince he’d once been would scoff to see him now, melting in the arms of a mortal. After all, Loki of Asgard didn’t need to be comforted.

But Selene’s Loki needed it, and he fell asleep with a smile on his lips as he relished in it.

[wheredafandomat]

Carnal desires

Loki x female reader

18+| contains smut, a lot of smut and like barely any plot. My smut feels so repetitive 🙄 or is it just meeee?? Anyways I thought let’s change it up a bit with diff scenarios - these will be very random 😂

Scenario: imagine you and Loki being at some kind of party together maybe with friends etc and the drunker you both get the more you’re giving each other the eye, the I wanna tear your clothes off and bang you right here eyes but you know you can’t so you occasionally smile knowing that as soon as you get home it’s game over.

“I think we’re going to head home now.” You announce, refusing the shot being offered to you by Natasha.

“Home? The nights just beginning.” She insists, looking around at your peers for support.

“Me and Loki need to be up early tomorrow” you lie “besides, I’ve already had too much to drink.”

“Yes, me too.” Loki agreed, wondering why you both had to be up tomorrow.

“Yep, so we better be going.” You smile politely at everyone, grabbing Loki’s hand before dragging him out of the club and slamming your lips onto his in a kiss that leaves you both dizzy.

“Why do we have to be up early tomorrow?” He asks breathlessly.

“We don’t.” You answer, kissing him again before breaking the kiss to order an Uber.

The whole journey you and Loki barely pull apart, either kissing each other or subtly touching hoping that the driver is none the wiser. The more your lips moved against one another’s, the slower the kiss was as if you were savoring the flavour of whisky on his tongue. His lips moved to your neck as your head fell back against the headrest behind you, granting him further access as your eyes fell closed before feeling the car come to a stop.

“Loki, baby, we’re home.” You spoke, making him look up at you as the driver cut his eye at you in the rear view mirror.

“Home.” He repeated, pausing his administrations before getting out of the car and almost falling as he sped to your side of the car, opening the door. You stepped out, Loki offering his arm for support as you walked back towards the apartment.

The elevator ride up was passed with giggling and quick pecks before you finally reached home. You struggled putting the key in the door as Loki kissed your neck from behind you. Once you were finally inside, you almost tripped in before Loki caught you, spinning you around to face him before pulling you into a passionate kiss. He pressed you against the wall, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, kicking the door closed in the process.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night.” He spoke between kisses, unbuttoning his shirt, the both of you sobering up a little at the prospect of finally being able to give into your carnal desires. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off of you.” He continued, leaving open mouth kisses across your collar bones. You pushed his shirt off of him before running your hand down his bare chest, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to touch his skin. Your hand ventured lower before you moved it against his growing length still covered by his trousers.

“Oh I think I have an idea.” You grinned as Loki lifted your dress. You helped free his cock knowing that this was going to be a quick, hard fuck. There wasn’t going to be any pleasantries exchanged, this was going to be two people chasing their orgasms like a moth to a flame. Your head fell back against the wall behind you as he lifted one of your legs, securing it against his waist as he used his free hand to venture between your thighs.

“You didn’t wear any panties” he almost cooed “good girl.”

You bit your lip at the praise, hearing the sound of his fingers gliding through your slick folds. You continued palming him before he retracted his fingers, spreading your arousal along his length before pressing it against your entrance. Your lips met as he entered you. He set a fast pace, fucking you against the wall as your moans filled the space. His hand crashed against the wall next to your head as he steadied himself, feeling your walls gripping him. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he continued moving against you. You were both so close, Loki panting in your ear as you dug your nails into his back, moaning his name.

“I’m gonna cum.” He spoke in your ear, licking the shell of it as you spoke incoherently, saying a variation of the same. He thrust a few more times before stilling his movements, shooting his load deep inside of you spurring on your own orgasm. You stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving, basking in your joint high before you felt a mixture of you both leaking out of you as Loki began to pull out. You smiled to yourself knowing that sex like this was always followed by a shower together.

Scenario: imagine inviting Loki over for dinner at your parents house before they suggest you both stay the night considering it’s late now and home is a long drive away.

“Loki we can’t” you insisted, deciding to give him a hand job instead of the full throttle which is what you both truly desired “my parents are right next door.”

“Then we’re just going to have to be very quiet aren’t we.” He winked, turning his head towards you and kissing you.

“We can’t.” You said again, breaking the kiss as you tried to stroke him to completion knowing that feeling his erection against you all night was going to make you give in and ride him to the high heavens so it was better this way.

“Say you don’t want to and we won’t.” He assured, looking into your eyes lovingly as you narrowed your gaze at the annoyingly handsome man. Of course you wanted to. Wordlessly, you stopped the movement of your hand around his cock and kissed him. Loki made his way on top of you, pressing you against the bed as you widened your legs, welcoming him between them. Reaching between you both, Loki pulled your panties to the side as his cock rested against your hipbone.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, looking down at you.

“Gosh, yes.” You stressed before Loki smiled, mostly to himself and entered you slowly. You instantly regretted this, the feeling euphoric as he bottomed out. It was going to be torture to keep silent.

“You feel so good.” He grunted, thrusting into you.

“Shh.” You answered, eyes tightly shut as you tried to focus on not making a sound. He moved slowly, not wanting the headboard to bang against the wall but it made the feeling even more overwhelming. He filled you completely, barely pulling out before filling you again. You felt him everywhere, shrouding you as you bit into his shoulder trying to stifle your moans. He moved his hips differently, grinding into you as your eyes flew open.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You panted.

“Shh.” He warned cheekily, continuing his movements as you clenched your walls around him causing his eyes to roll backwards. Before long he was whispering in your ear, telling you how perfect you were, how good you felt as you quietly moaned, your climax threatening to consume you. One of your hands played with his hair as he increased his pace, his words turning into breathy moans as you both lost control. Needless to say, Loki was never invited to stay over again.

Scenario: now imagine being an Avenger and avenger Loki takes a bullet for you during a mission. Despite being on the same team, you didn’t get along very well so this was shocking to say the least and definitely definitely erotic.

Once you got back from the mission, Loki was carried away to the infirmary whilst you followed along, wanting to ensure he was alright considering he had lost a lot of blood. Despite being shot, he asked you if you were alright after shoving you out of the way of the bullet which left you falling to the floor. You quickly nodded before his leg gave way, sending him to the ground as you called for backup. Since then, you had been comforting him on the journey home despite not being on the best of terms with Loki most of the time.

“Y/n, we’ll take it from here.” Banner stopped you, gesturing to himself and the nurse accompanying him.

“No, I want to go in too, I promised.” You insisted, strangely protective of Loki.

“You can visit him once he’s stable.” He stated, Steve pulling you backwards before you gave up, knowing he was in safe hands. Ignoring whatever pep talk Steve was giving you, you made your way to your room, slamming the door behind you before making your way into the shower.

The water streamed through your hair and down your body as you replayed the mission. If you weren’t so careless with your danger perception, Loki would be fine right now. This was all your fault.

You changed into some comfortable clothes before making your way back to the medwing where Thor was leaving Loki’s room. You felt nauseous, expecting Thor to reprimand you for allowing his brother to be harmed but instead he hugged you.

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” He spoke into the crook of your neck as you hugged him back.

“How’s Loki?” You asked, confused as to why Thor wasn’t angry.

“He’s fine, just asleep, however Banner said that if the bullet had hit you, it probably would have been fatal.” He continued as you paled.

“Fatal.” You uttered, shocked at the prospect of having potentially died today.

“It was vibranium, it would have severed your artery and gone straight through you. You humans are very fragile, too mortal.”

“Oh” you answered, still shocked “yes.”

“But don’t fret” he beamed, breaking the hug “you’re healthy and Loki is fine, he’s already healing.”

“Good.” You smiled.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat, he’ll be awake later on and you’ve probably not eaten since breakfast.” Thor suggested. You went with him, thinking about how Loki had saved your life.

Once you had eaten, you went back down to the infirmary hoping that Loki was awake now. Through the blinds you could already see that he was. You knocked the door before pushing it open, eyes meeting Loki’s.

“You know you really are stupid.” You spoke.

“Oh no, I know” he dismissed, waving one of his hands “I take a bullet for the girl and she berates me.” He huffed, causing you to smile, him mirroring it.

“How are you?” You asked, making your way to him.

“Well my thigh is killing me and now I’ve got to call the nurse to change the dressing.” He answered.

“Oh don’t bother calling the nurse, I’ll do it.” You offered knowing it was the least you could do.

“You can change a dressing?” He asked incredulously.

“You can change a dressing” you mocked, mimicking him “yes I can change a dressing, I can also stitch together a wound and roundhouse kick you to the floor.” You warned.

“Oo, scary.” He grinned.

“Come on, let me see.” You prompted, sitting at the edge of the bed as he uncovered his thigh. You were intrigued by how much it had healed already and couldn’t help but run your hand around the area. Loki watched you as you stared down at the cut intensely before feeling your hand just a little too high causing him to flinch.

“Stop!”

“Sorry.” You quickly apologised leaving him regretting his outburst.

“I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just—” he began before pausing.

“Yes?”

“I’m-I’m a little—sensitive.” He rushed out.

“oh OH oh, sorry, yes of course.” You answered, ignoring how flushed you felt at the realisation before you exchanged an awkward smile with Loki and began setting out the things you needed from his bedside table.

Loki bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to focus on remaining as flaccid as he could despite how tenderly you were touching him. It felt impossible, like pushing a huge boulder up a mountain although, he was sure he could muster up enough seidir to do even that unlike this. Sweat began beading on his forehead, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he wondered how long this was going to take. He tried to remove his focus from you and your dainty little hands and how they’d look caressing him and focus on something more morbid instead. Asgard burning, No, NO, he scolded himself thinking about how much he’d like that. Right, think of something else, he began internally until you interrupted.

“Um” you uttered, just above a whisper noticing that Loki was now sporting a semi. Hearing you, Loki was aghast as he realised.

“Oh norns, y/n, I’m so sorry.” He apologised.

“No it’s fine, it’s nice—NATURAL, it’s natural” you quickly corrected yourself before dropping the gauze which fell under the bed. Huffing, you made your way onto the floor to pick them back up before lifting your head and realising that you were now kneeling between Loki’s legs, eye level with his erection. You glanced up at him as he looked down at you with an unreadable expression as you began talking, unable to stop yourself. “Well considering this is all my fault” you began, running your hand up his uninjured thigh “maybe I should take care of your little problem.”

“Little?” Loki scoffed before apologising as you rolled your eyes.

Licking your lips, you freed his cock, moving your hand up and down it soothingly as Loki released a breath. Moving closer, you lowered your head before licking the tip of his cock, reveling in the taste of him. You took him in your mouth, flicking the tip with your tongue as Loki began to pant. One of his hands bunched up into she sheet below him as you sucked his cock, picking up his free hand and placing it against the back of your head to guide your movements.

“Oh y/n, who knew you were so naughty” he sniggered, hips thrusting up a little as you deepthroated him “naughty naughty girl.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him as you sucked just the tip, a smirk painting his face. You continued until you felt his body tensing, hips stuttering as he came into your mouth, you swallowing.

“Good girl.” He praised, wiping the corner of your mouth as you released him, standing back up. “Well that’s one way of thanking me” he smiled “I should take bullets more often.”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to anybody.” You warned.

“Of course.” He assured before you spun on your heels to leave and relieve the tension growing in your abdomen at the sight of Loki’s erect cock let alone the taste.

“Y/n wait” he called after you, “the wound.” But you were already gone.

Now I want more 😂 hope you enjoyed! The last one was my favourite

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[lokidanger]

i COMMISSIONED SOMEONE AND THEY DID SUCH PRETTY ART 💕

The artist is : https://x.com/_nnubita?t=HpeEOx3qUlG6zwsMf-i4Hw&s=09 and she does speak English!

Was definitely worth it !!! look how cute they look 💖

(Also gonna drop her TOS !!!)

[folkoreluvr]

return of the dragon I - the prodigal child returns

loki x fem oc (stark)

summary: eight years ago, gracielle stark was banished from new york and all but disowned by her father Tony Stark. now shes back with a hazy past and powers she cant quite control. ones that her enemy, loki odinson knows all too well. and when people from graces past return with threats grace loki offers a helping hand in order to get close to her and figure out her true intentions.

warnings (gonna put these at the start of the fic and then not on seperate chapters so heres all warnings for the entire fic): blood, gore, graphic descriptions of violence and injury, death, murder, sex, smut, sexual assult, grooming (not romantic), readers a stark so gals fucked up, tony stark, slight kink content, gay people, not very canon compliant, stick the dick

w/c: 1.8k

authors note: im posting a ton about this on tiktok and its also being published on my wattpad- both are under midnightsloki. thanks for reading

It had been eight years since the fall of Gracielle Stark, since she had fled New York and the grasp of her soul-sucking family.

She had once belonged to the inventor dynasty, the great Stark family but grace had been too different and she had no intent of being like her father or the four generations before him. She was no scientist or inventor or even capable of social situations, she was a recluse. she hated parties and politics and business and making tech. She had been 16 when it had happened, her banishment, but the wound that had been caused was still bleeding and it was too deep to stitch up and bandage and get over it. Her father had granted her the life she wanted by erasing her from his own, if he had claimed her so much on a whim she couldn't pretend to be shocked when Tony Stark had dropped her. Blood may run thicker than water but it can slip between your fingers just the same. but This time it's different, for everyone, this time when she stands in a loud room and sips on a strong drink in a dress no short of elegant she knows that her father did not place her there, nor can he dispense her. Not this time. she would take back what he stole from her, she could play happy families if it meant finally  getting revenge on her father for all the heartache he had caused her.

“We are about to be late to my own party where the hell is she.” Tony Stark murmured with annoyance, glancing anxiously at the Rolex his wife had gifted him last Christmas.

“She’ll be here Tony relax, don't scare our daughter away before we even get her back.” Pepper Potts had said whilst she fixed the bowtie on his collar. Whilst pepper had been ever so happy to get her “step” daughter back, Tony had been nervous. He knew he had been her ruin eight years ago and understood the deep hatred his daughter harboured for him because of it. Then the pair had heard the clipping of her gold tom ford heels as grace approached them holding her three year old sister Morgan. Her dress was made of soft silk, the olive green fabric flowed lightly all the way to her feet, the straps on her shoulders glimmered in gold and her jewellery was gold to match, two emerald green earrings that dangled softly. Her hands were scattered in gold rings and her wrists had small gold bangles latched on, a gold choker with emeralds floating along it completed her jewellery. Her signature burgundy lipstick was painted across her fake smile and her hair had been tied up as usual. Tonight it is part of her hair pulled back and into a twist. She looked as elegant as she always had and now that she was older she looked it even more.

“what happened to your dress” was all her dad could say as his three year old daughter ran over to him. His eldest rolled her dark eyes, the same eyes as him, and pulled her phone out of her Vivienne Westwood clutch.

“I wanted to wear this one, its more my style don’t you think?” she asked, pushing a piece of her brown hair off her shoulder as her mother gave her a quick kiss to her cheek.

“you were supposed to wear red, we need to look united and normal so people are less judging.” Tony stark was reaching the end of his short tether and as per usual his daughter was making him question his sanity. He found being an avenger easier than raising a daughter.

“ we look scarily alike dad I think people will know I’m your daughter, besides green is more my colour.”

“funny, there’s a very grouchy god who likes to say the same thing.” But a quick glance at his watch showed him he did not have the time to make digs at his least favourite avenger, “ok we need to go now, Happy is waiting in the car” and with that the wealthy family made their way to the party. The car ride was almost entirely silent with the two most stubborn starks not talking. Pepper had tried making small talk to smother the uncomfortable silence but her futile attempts had ceased after seeing the shared scowl across both of their faces. The event celebrating 85 years of stark industries was being held at the plaza. High ups at the company were invited along with family friends, potential investors and even the avengers team were to be in attendance tonight, now with their newest member. Graces hands began to shake with nerves, everyone would be watching her every move, trying to prod and poke at the mystery that is Grace Stark. With a deep breath she raised her head and straightened her shoulders and pushed open the doors to the golden hall. As she had already guessed, almost everyone turned to look at her but she did her best to ignore them and her rattling nerves as she descended down the luxurious carpet stairs and walked straight to the bar to settle her anxious stomach.

After three hours of endless, meaningless conversation and gin grace was ready to go home. Parties like these always dragged on, there was rarely anyone her age in attendance and the music was always stuffy. Natasha was drawling on about a mission she had just been on but Grace wasn’t listening, her attention was caught on the tall man stood in the corner, his black hair was slicked back and his green eyes focused on the crowd. He wore a slick black suit that almost looked like armour stretched across his godly shoulders. The man was Loki Odinson, her father’s worst enemy and the younger brother of Thor Odinson. He carried himself like a prince, with strong posture that radiated dignity and a calculated look that made him look dangerous, if the rest of him wasn’t already a giveaway. He was easily the tallest person in the room, taller than his muscular hunk of a brother even. It made him stand out like a sore thumb and she imagined he hated it as he looked as if he was hiding in the corner and she certainly  could not blame him

A woman on the terrace caught his attention, her soft curls blowing in the soft evening wind and her green ensemble drawing him to her. It was something different about her that kept his curious gaze on her. She looked familiar, like he had seen her before somewhere but Loki couldn’t place it.

“who is the woman talking to Natasha?” the god asked, turning to his brother who smirked irritatingly before answering.

“that is lady grace, she’s the new avenger that’s moved in the room opposite yours, how have you two not crossed paths already brother?” Thor had laughed loudly which made Loki internally cringe.

“she looks eerily familiar is all” his suave voice spoke, hiding the interest he had taken to the beautiful girl with the dark eyes.

“she’s starks daughter” his slight smirk had instantly faded the minute the name of that vile man had left Thor's lips. the norns were playing their cruel tricks on Loki again, the only woman Loki had taken even the slightest of interest to in the two years being on this planet just had to be the offspring of the man he hated most. The vain, greedy and horrid man could not have created such a stunning creature, it just wasn’t possible. She would probably be just as bad as he is, Loki thought with a grimace. Two starks, the norns were being cruel to him indeed.

Grace turned to look at the god lingering in the corner and caught her breath in her throat as she saw that he was already looking at her. She had stared at him until her face started to flush like a schoolgirl with a crush. Loki watched her for the remainder of the night, not thinking much of it until she laughed at a joke Clint Barton made and a nearby candle stick that had been left unlit burst to life with a flickering flame. Loki knew none of his fellow avengers possessed any sort of power that would be capable of doing that, he also knew of how rare that sort of power is. It had last been one and a half thousand years since someone had possessed power like it.

|~|~|

Dracoris was a being on Asgard who controlled and summoned fire, they rode the large, fire breathing scaled beasts known as dragons or drekki  and fought in gruesome, violent wars that people don't even dare to talk about it. Their power was almost unstoppable, being passed between people at the decision of a mysterious and unbreakable jade green stone. Odin's daughter and heir, Princess Hela had wanted this power for herself however and so she decided to take it using the only magic in Asgard that was forbidden, blood magic. When her spell had failed and her blind rage had taken over the princess had slaughtered Dracoris in her rage, killing the last dragons on Asgard too. The three unhatched eggs were stolen from their beds of fire in Asgard's north caves where dragons lived and brought back to the palace. Upon Hela’s imprisonment the eggs were placed in the Odin’s vault.  But no amount of fire made them hatch and without their queen the unborn dragons lay cold.

Dracoris never retuned not for over a hundred years and people began to worry, none more so that the great king Odin. He was on the very brink of war with the frost giants, and pure dragon fire was the very thing he needed to win the fight with laufey and his giants.

On the stormiest night Asgard had ever seen a huntched old man covered In a tattered black cape had demanded an audience with the king and queen. the man revealed a prophecy on the return of Dracoris.

it will be many years, more than a thousand but the dragon will return. The dragons will soar the skies and the realm will see peace like any other. she will not be born to Asgard but shall be brought by love and fire. Dracoris will marry the eldest child of the rightful heir to the throne and their child shall have the blood of old elementia.

Odin had been overjoyed, almost bouncing with giddy. He smiled over at his expecting wife, content in the fact that his child would bring about the return of the dragon. haggard old man said one more thing before he left: they shall call her the dragon princess then later the dragon queen. the first that has ever been.

[marvel-luvrz]

I already love this.

Ghost of You — Chapter 2

Masterpage <last next>

Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: mentions of abandonment, mention of daddy issues, mentions of nausea and dizziness, mentions of hate.

Word Count: 1082

When we arrived it was pretty late. The moon was at its highest point and the only sound came from the air moving the leaves in the ground. I stepped out of the car, Pietro following behind, and looked around with awe written all over my face, as well in Pietro's.

"Let's go inside, your father's waiting for you" Happy said as we followed him out of the car. We reached a big crystal door where Happy typed some sort of code and the door opened after a robotic ''Welcome, Mullet" I looked at him with a raised brow.

"You know how's Tony" he said shrugging. No, i don't, I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue, it isn't Happy's fault, if there's someone to blame it's absolutely not him, Happy was the only one who fought for me.

"I guess" I laughed awkwardly while resting my hand in my neck. Inside the building everything looked the same, white walls, long corridors, white lamps, it reminded me of the asylum where I spend my whole teenage years. The nausea and dizziness those memories gave me were exactly the same as I walked the hallway. I felt Pietro's eyes on me but decided to ignore it. We arrived at the elevator and Happy pressed the button for floor 3. The doors opened revealing a big room. The atmosphere here was different, the walls were some tone of brown, there were plants everywhere and kids toys? Huh, weird, I wonder who they belong to. We stepped into the room and as if I had called his name Tony appeared in front of us.

There he was. He looked the same as the last time I saw him. The same grin, the same eyes, the same hair but this time there was something different. This time, when I looked at him I didn't feel love or admiration all I felt was hatred towards the man who threw me into a prison and called it help. This time, when I look at him I remember the little girl who used to cried for him, who used to eagerly wait for her birthday hopping he would remember and visit her. This time I look at him and I see him for what he really is, a monster.

"You're skinnier" he said surprised. Yes dad, that's what happens when you only get fed once day. I didn't answer, I stood put and I looked at him in disbelief.

"It's been a long time, right? How long has it been? 6? 7 years?"he asked, scratching the back of his neck. I guess I already knew, but it still hurt, seeing how my absence and confinement meant nothing to him.

"12" I answered. He looked confused.

"Wha-"

"12 years. I spent 12 years in that madhouse you sent me to, not 6 or 7, 12." I clarified. I clenched my fist and dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand to try and grasp the little bit of self control I had left before I lashed at him and turned this place into a death anonymous meeting. A while ago I learned that the number of ghosts were dependent of my emotions, meaning if I get mad ghosts start to appear out of nowhere which can lead to a lot of really bad things.

"Not trying to be a party pooper, you know how much I like beef, but this place is starting to look a lot like a public pool" Pietro whispered as thought not trying to disturb the ongoing conversation. I looked around and he was right, we were pretty much reenacting A Christmas Carol scene. I took a deep breath and one by one the ghosts started to disappear.

""Y/n-" Tony started but I cut him. I knew there was no way for us to have this conversation without this place looking like an hotel.

"I'm really tired, it was a long trip." I faked a yawn.

"Yes, of course. Happy will show you to your room." Tony said rapidly, watching you as if looking for something.

***

My room is on the 4th floor. I was told other people lived in the building and that I would therefore share the floor with them, but as it was really late they were all asleep. I bid Happy good night and enter "my room". It was bigger than my room in the asylum and nicer, but it still felt wrong, as if somethings was missing.

"I don't know about you, but this place rocks" Pietro said from the bed in the middle of the room. It was pretty big, king size maybe, and somehow it still looked little on Pietro. My bag was situated near the closet. I opened it and took my pajama out. And as I was walking to the bathroom, his voice stopped me.

"That's why you never told me" he said, his eyes focused on me. He didn't have to specify, I knew what he was talking. If anyone was ever to see through my act, it was him, he sees too much, I hate it. I sighed as I sat on the bed.

"Yeah, I guess I just... I don't know, he abandoned me, you know? In 12 years I never got a damn call from him, it's not really something I like to think about. It depresses me and I have enough shit going on, the last thing I need is to add daddy issues to the list" I explained, while fidgeting with my shirt avoiding his eyes. For a minute none of us said a word, just kept silent.

"Wow, it must suck being you."

That was the last straw, I bended over laughing. He knew exactly what I needed to hear.

"Not as much as yours, you're dead" We looked at each other and started chortling so hard he felt off the bed.

After a few seconds we managed to get ourselves together, but one look at each other was enough for us to start convulsing with laughter over again.

"That's getting old" he managed to say catching his breath.

"But you aren't"

"I definitely just peed myself" he said rolling with laughter which only caused me to cackle with laughter.

This was a new life and it scared me, but I knew in my heart that as long as I had him with me, everything was going to be just fine.

Oh how wrong I was.

[kitsune024]

Marvel, Wakfu, Thor & The Avengers Fanfiction Crossover

A Bridge Once Broken by fallintosanity (yopumpkinhead)

Bookmark Series 1- 8

The story doesn't end when the gods go home...

A continuation of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, picking up immediately where The Avengers ends. Loki has sworn to deliver the Infinity Gauntlet to the Mad Titan Thanos. But Loki is the God of Lies and Mischief, and he takes orders from no one. With the aid of beings thought lost to legend, Loki sets out to change the course of fate - and perhaps rebuild what was lost when the rainbow bridge shattered beneath his feet.

[lizzyiii]

Lizzy's Masterlist

Hiii! I'm Lizzy • 18 • she/her • fanfic author • broken bad guy apologist • MDNI • POC girl •

My ask box is officially CLOSED TO REQUESTS for oneshots of:

— aemond targaryen

— loki laufeyson

— draco malfoy

— jonathan crane

— homelander

— viserys targaryen iii

REQUESTS GUIDELINE!

Aemond Targaryen

↪ His Lady Love (series)

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↪ Rõva Mandia

— aemond x sister!reader

— [ smut + fluff ]

↪ The Dragon's Treasure (1)

— aemond x niece!reader

— [fluff + angst]

↪ The Dragon's Treasure (2)

— aemond x niece!reader

— [angst]

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— aemond x baratheon!reader

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— if hotd was a sitcom

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Dolly’s Pride Month Fic Recs

🏳️‍🌈This is a masterlist of LGBTQ fics for pride month! All works are 18+MNDI!! Pls feel free to tag me in or send me other recs you have and I will add them to the list bc these are just off the top of my head, it can be any fandom🏳️‍🌈

Stranger Things:

Steddie x Fem!Reader:

Welcome To The Dungeon Series by @bimbobaggins69

Destructive Solutions by @bimbobaggins69

What’s Your Fantasy? By @bimbobaggins69

Open Door Series by @lesservillain

Steddie x Babysitter!Reader Series by @lonelysatellites

Chain Reaction by @hellfire--cult

Run, Rabbit, Run by @hellfire--cult

I Want To Be With You Everywhere by @take-everything-you-can

We Bite by @blueywrites

All You Have To Do Is Ask by me

Children Of The Night Series by @justmeinadaze

Live From Hawkins: Round Two by @lokis-army-77

Together by @eveatethefruit

Eddie x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC:

Noisy Neighbors by @eddiesxangel

See You Again Series by me

Cinnamon Girls by me

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader:

Fever Pitch by @littlexdeaths & @undead-supernova

Ten Minus Two, With You by @littlexdeaths

Is this Seat Taken? by @strangerstilinski

Strapped In by @strangerstilinski

Kissing Lessons & Part 2 by @ghost-proofbaby

Divider is by @cafekitsune ✨

[softforloki]

Chapter 14: Magic Lessons

Chapter List

Word Count: 1,944

Summery: Loki teaches Raven a spell under her mother's watchful eye, all while his heart aches for this little girl that he doesn't dare to call his chid. Goddamn does he want to, though.

Warnings: Minor sexual implications towards the end. Nothing too explicit.

Selene had once joked that being a single mom meant allocating most of her money to taking care of her kid and her house, and anything on the side went to the garden in the back.

Loki wasn’t entirely sure she was kidding.

Technically, there were two small gardens in different planter boxes. One was for herbs like peppermint, tarragon, tyme, rosemary, and sage. The other held a flourishing vegetable patch, complete with green beans, carrots, and ginger, which Loki wasn’t entirely sure was a vegetable, but there was enough space for it to grow.

There was also the little plastic swing set that Loki had helped Selene erect. Raven had been so ecstatic about it, thoroughly dispelling Loki’s assumption that she wouldn’t be impressed with it for long. It was a month later, and she still spent several minutes every day swinging.

Today though, she wasn’t playing. It was lesson time. Loki had seated her on a spread blanket as he placed several of her toys on top of the grass.

“What are you doing?” Raven asked, brow furrowing as Loki set a soft dolphin push on the ground a few feet away from her blanket.

“I’m going to teach you how to summon things.” Loki replied, gently placing a small stuffed leopard on the swing. He backed a few feet away, then opened his palm to the toy. With a green shimmer, the leopard flew from the swing to his waiting hand.

“Woah.” Raven marveled, eyes sparkling as she watched Loki return the leopard to the swing.

“Now, you have to promise me something.” Loki said, turning to face Raven. “If I teach you this spell, you must promise me that you will not summon anything heavy or fragile. Your mother will never forgive me if I teach you something that will hurt you- and frankly I won’t either.”

The girl nodded enthusiastically. “I promise.”

“Good.” Loki smiled at her as he propped a stuffed minion to lean against one of the planter boxes. 

“Why are we outside?” She asked as Loki came to sit across from her on the blanket.

“Because Mum wouldn’t let me teach you how to magically throw things around in the house.” Loki chuckled, using Selene’s exact words.

Raven nodded, her gaze traveling to the side. She giggled, pointing to the house. He looked where she indicated to see Selene standing at the window, lips pursed as she looked out. Her eyebrows shot up once she saw she’d been spotted, and she wiggled her fingers in an awkward wave.

Loki’s smile was tender and affectionate as he waved back. He laughed as Selene ducked out of view, as if to try to hide her anxious hovering.

He spent the next couple of minutes trying to explain the theory as best he could before he let her try any practical application. He sifted through his memories of his mother teaching him the spell, his words coming more confidently as he heard them in her voice.

“I want you to think of a string that connects the center of your palm to the object you are summoning.” Loki said, gently taking Raven’s small wrist, and opening her hand. He put a finger to the center of her palm to illustrate his point. “When you call it to you, picture it traveling along the string. The visualization will help you to keep the object in the air and not drop it.”

The girl nodded, her face drawn in focus as she listened. She extended her arm, palm facing out to the dolphin in the grass.

“Got your string?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. When you summon the object, imagine you feel the tug of the string as you pull it towards you. It’s no different than tying a line to something and physically pulling it by hand to you.”

She nodded again.

“Are you ready to try?”

“Mmhmm!” Raven confirmed.

“Alright then. Remember, it may take a few tries to get it right the first time.” Loki reminded her, scooting back so he could watch her form better. “Whenever you’re ready, pet.”

Raven’s brow furrowed in concentration as she stared at the toy, hand still held out. For a long moment, nothing happened. Loki was afraid to try to give advice, lest he break her focus. However, he recognized the tell-tale signs of frustration in the tightening of her jaw and the tension in the wide splay of her fingers.

“Relax your hand.” He whispered, holding his palm up to show her.

Raven quickly corrected her form, but didn’t unclench her jaw. Another few tense seconds passed. Loki saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A quick glance to the house confirmed that Selene was back at the window, spinning one of her rings around her finger with an unreadable expression on her face.

Just as Loki was about to open his mouth, Raven gasped. He looked just in time to see a faint flicker of pink curling around the stuffed dolphin as it scooted forward a few inches, before the color fizzled out.

“I did it! Kinda.” Raven exclaimed, looking to Loki as though she needed to confirm what just happened.

“You did! That was wonderful!” He praised, grinning from ear to ear.

“But it didn’t go all the way.” She said, momentary elation fading into disappointment.

“No, but you made progress.” Loki soothed, gesturing to the plush. “You moved it, that’s an impressive feat.”

The girl still looked unconvinced, so he got up to try to make his point. Loki walked over to where the dolphin had been moved, trying to estimate how far it had gotten. He wished he’d had the foresight to mark in the dirt where the toy had first been placed; all he had to go off of was his memory.

“I would say you made it about six or seven inches.” He estimated, squatting near the toy. “That’s very good; it’s about as far as I got on my first go.”

“Really?” Raven tilted her head, as though she couldn’t fathom the thought that Loki had ever been less than proficient with magic.

“Yes, little one.” Loki chuckled, coming back to sit on the blanket. “And what’s more, I started learning magic when I was a few years older than you are now. From my perspective, you just did something incredibly impressive for your age.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded slowly. “Okay. So, that was good?”

“That was very good.” Loki nodded. “Would you like to continue?”

“Yes.” She nodded again, more firmly this time. 

“Deep breath, try to clear your head.” Loki reminded. “See the string, feel the pull, you know what to do.”

Raven giggled, closing her eyes to center herself, just like Loki had taught her so long ago when she was still struggling to control her medium-like abilities. He glanced over his shoulder to Selene’s window, unsurprised to find her still standing there. This time however, she was smiling at Loki like he’d just done something truly spectacular.

And he felt like he really did.

. . .

“This is gonna bite me in the ass, isn’t it?”

Loki laughed, shaking his head. “Do you not trust your own daughter?”

“Have you met her?” Selene joked, unwinding the garden hose as she watched Raven enter the house, arms full of toys. “I trust her not to try that with anything heavy, but I just know I’m gonna get a stuffed animal to the face any day now.”

Loki smiled, walking with her as she dragged the hose to her planter boxes. “Perhaps. She can be a bit of a scamp at times, can’t she?”

“Mmhmm.” Selene heaved an overly dramatic sigh as she watered her vegetable garden. “Love that little terror.”

As do I. But he didn’t say the words. He knew Selene well enough by now that he highly doubted she’d raise an issue with it, but he still didn’t quite feel ready to verbalize it. Raven was Selene’s girl, not Loki’s. He had to keep reminding himself of that. Perhaps she liked him, but he wasn’t her father.

…But he sure did act like it at times.

Loki lapsed into silence as Selene attended to her plants. Him, a father? The thought was absurd. He was anything but father material- he had tried to take over the planet once, for Norns sake! That was hardly the behavior of a role model. 

But oh how that little girl made him want to pick up a parenting guide. How she and her mother again and again made Loki want to be worthy of them and the home they’d so graciously welcomed him into.

“Everything okay, Lokes?” Selene asked as she coiled her hose back at the spout. 

“Ah, yes.” He nodded, trotting after her. “Apologies, I was lost in thought.”

“You’re good.” She said, taking his hand. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“Am I invited?”

“When are you not?”

“Fair point, my lady.” Loki inclined his head, smiling. “I will stay. Would you like help preparing it?”

“If you’re offering.” Selene replied, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers together. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course I do.” Loki blinked. “What brought this on?”

“I dunno.” She shrugged, kissing his knuckles. “You just looked like you needed reminding.”

He smiled softly. “I suppose I sometimes do.”

Selene brought both of his hands to her mouth, kissing them reverently. She laid her lips across his palms and digits again and again. She looked up at him through her lashes, her perfect red lips gently closed around the bend of his pointer finger. Loki swore his heart stopped. He also swore his pants tightened.

“Darling.” He tried, voice strained. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Loving you.” She purred, dragging her mouth up the back of his hand to his wrist. “Is it working? Do you feel loved?”

“Among other things.” Loki admitted.

“Oh.” Her eyes gleamed, as though she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Selene, your daughter is not only home but awake.” He pleaded with her.

“You’re the one getting worked up.” She shrugged, trailing a finger sensually up his arm. “I’m not doing anything.”

Little minx. Loki’s eyes flashed. He seized her by the waist, pulling her in until her chest was pressed against his. “You’re treading in dangerous waters, dove.”

“Who, me?” Selene widened her eyes innocently, though she couldn’t hide the sparkle of mischief in them.

“Yes, you.” He leaned in, his lips tracing the shell of her ear. “Do you truly wish to play this game? You may not like where it gets you.”

“When have I ever not liked where it got me?” She drawled, curling her fingers in the collar of his button up. “There’s a Midgardian phrase I wonder if you’ve heard: don’t threaten me with a good time.”

If he hadn’t already been, the brush of Selene’s fingers against his clavicle as she grabbed his shirt, the way her voice pitched down and the way her eyes smoldered would have physically aroused Loki. “Well then.” He murmured huskily. “Perhaps we should resolve things later tonight when the little one is in bed.”

“If you can last that long.” Selene taunted.

“I’ll survive.” Loki growled.

She pulled him down to kiss him, hard at first but then softening into something more tender. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Selene pat Loki’s chest affectionately, moving around him to go back into the house. She gave him a light smack to his backside as she passed him.

Oh, he was going to make her regret that.

[wheredafandomat]

“What’s a DILF?”

Dad! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut

A/N: Just a random little thing I wrote because I haven’t written in ages and had this random idea 😂

“W-what?” You stuttered, brows knitting in confusion at Loki’s question; it had caught you off guard. You turned the tap off after filling the vause before making your way to Loki who then put the bouquet of flowers he had bought you inside.

“What’s a dilf?” He repeated, bewildered by your expression.

“Where did you hear that?” You began to giggle at Loki’s innocence.

“I was picking Ivy up and I overheard her friends saying I was a dilf.” He explained, recalling when he had picked your daughter up from her friend's house the other day.

“What exactly did they say, Loki?” You queried.

“Your dads such a dilf.” He quoted making you laugh harder. “She was clearly embarrassed, I could tell, and I’d hate to think I had done something to warrant her feeling that way. It’s been playing on my mind ever since so I thought I’d ask.” He sighed. “Stop laughing.”

“Oh Loki, she’s definitely embarrassed.” You grinned, placing the vause down before facing Loki again and seeing his saddened expression. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, garnering his attention back.

“What is so funny? What does it mean?” He practically whined, placing his hands on your hips as he looked down at you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his, silencing his questioning. Breaking the kiss but barely pulling apart, you spoke against his lips.

“A dilf is a dad I’d like to—” you paused, waiting for him to catch on which he eventually did, eyes widening.

“Oh—OH—oh no.” He gasped as you laughed at his horrored expression.

“It’s normal Loki, you’re a good looking guy or dad should I say” you consoled him, running one of your hands through the back of his hair “they’re just teenagers, I remember what it was like being a hormonal teenager. It’s no big deal.” You shrugged.

“No big deal? Ivy must be so emb—” Loki began before you kissed him again.

“Stop worrying.” You insisted. “How about you let me have a ride on the dilf.” You teased, Loki’s hands moving from your waist to the curve of your ass.

“You are naughty.” He finally smiled.

“Well then spank me daddy.” You exhorted before the both of you began to laugh, Loki spinning you before guiding you to the stairs, thankful that Ivy wasn’t due home until a lot later.

“Up those stairs woman!” He ordered, slapping your ass as he followed behind.

Once you reached the bedroom, your lips were gliding across one another’s, hands roaming each other's bodies. Loki rid you of your top, the kiss ending for a brief moment before it resumed. His lips traveled lower, exploring your neck before heading to the valley of your breasts. Intent on a quickie, you guided his head back up so that his lips were on yours again as you unbuttoned his shirt. He let you do that, exciting you before he paused, laying you against the bed. You obliged, helping Loki rid you of your skirt before his lips were roaming your thighs. You widened your legs, half expecting him to fuck you but instead, he pulled your panties to the side before you felt his tongue licking through your folds. It was pleasurable, everything Loki did was pleasurable and yet you sighed inwardly at his incessant need to taste you despite your pleas to just fuck. It turned him on, that was his excuse. You’d be begging for a bit of quick fun and Loki would insist on going down on you. Glancing down, it was evident how much Loki enjoyed it judging by how his hips were grinding down into the bed no doubt trying to alleviate the strain he felt in his trousers. Rolling your eyes, you decided to enjoy the feeling of Loki sucking your pussy whilst he humped the bed.

“Fuckk Loki.” You began to moan, forgetting why you’d even protest against this as his tongue circled your clit. He hummed against you approvingly sending vibrations to ripple through your core. Using one of his fingers, he began pumping in and out of you, tongue still teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves as your hips lifted from the bed slightly.

“You taste so good.” He praised, licking his lips as he looked up at you, eyes hooded in bliss. “Are you going to cum for me?” He cooed, still thrusting in and out of you with his finger.

“Yesss Loki.” You mewled. Instead of replying, a devilish smirk painted his lips before he lowered his head again, sucking your clit gently as he increased his pace until you were a writhing mess, cursing his name as you reached your climax.

You were panting, catching your breath as Loki stood, freeing his cock. He didn’t even bother to take his trousers off before you felt his hand around your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You gasped, your shock turning into a grin as he stroked his length, hungrily eyeing you. Your legs were on either side of his providing him with the perfect view of your glistening cunt. You hooked your thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties before Loki took over, pulling them off of you as you lifted your legs until your ankles were touching his shoulders. You bit your lip feeling Loki’s cock gliding through your folds as he coated himself in your arousal. You eventually angled your hips up, beckoning him inside but he pushed them back down continuing this pleasured torture. It felt good but not enough. You needed him evading you.

“Pleasee Loki” you begged as he entered you slowly with the tip of his cock before pulling out “I need more.”

“Take it then.” He prompted. Dropping your legs back down, you widened them before reaching down between you and guiding his length to your entrance. He pushed inside, both of you moaning as he did so. Before long, he was slamming into you, already leaking precum. A mixture of your arousal trickled out of you, staining his dress pants as they rubbed against your skin with every thrust. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you, almost doubling over as he approached his orgasm. There were no pleasant words exchanged between you, just a plethora of moans and grunts. You opened the eyes you hadn’t realised were screwed tightly shut to be met by Loki who was baring his teeth, hair sticking to the sweat beading on his forehead as he entered you. This was carnal, both of you chasing your highs as you closed your eyes again, reaching your peak followed along by Loki who thrusted harder a few more times before stilling inside of you.

You both caught your breaths back in silence, blown away by your orgasms. You both always did have great sex but occasionally it left you speechless. This was one of those times. You unclasped your legs from around Loki as he pulled out of you before turning around.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You questioned breathlessly.

“Grabbing a towel.” He answered just as knackered.

“No, I haven’t even had a turn on top yet.” You giggled with a newfound lease of energy.

“Okay.” Loki agreed, trying to bite down his smile as he undone his trousers, stepping out of them before getting into the bed. You kissed him deeply, still tasting yourself on him as he pulled you above him to straddle him. His tongue explored your mouth before you sucked on it feeling his cock harden beneath you. Moments later he was entering you as he helped guide your movements on top of him. This time you were both a lot more vocal.

“Fuck Lokii yesss.” You moaned lewdly, the palms of your hands pressed against his chest.

“You feel so good, so fucking good.” Loki spoke between breaths, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Yesss, daddy, just like thattt.” You almost screamed.

Meanwhile, Ivy followed by her friends had just walked into the house, coming back early to study together.

“Feel free to help yourse—” she began before her eyes widened looking at her friends who were all smiling “OUT! ALL OF US OUT!” She yelled, ushering everyone out before slamming the door.

“See, dilf.” One of them winked, high-fiving the other one.

Random writing because tumblr usually deletes the last few lines of my work so hopefully they delete this instead of my actual work. Randddommmm wordssssss. Yeahhhhhh. Heloooooo. Goodbyeeeee.

[amphitriteswife]

Masterlist (ror/snv)

🩵💙General💙🩵

💖‘Would you still love me if i was a worm?’ [all]

💖Ror/ Snv characters as Students (pt1) [poseidon, loki, qin shi huang]

💖Ror/ Snv character as Students pt2 [hades, shiva, buddha]

💖Ror/snv characters as teachers/ subjects pt1 [poseidon, hades, hermes, beel, buddha]

💖Ror/ Snv characters as teachers/ subjects pt2 [qin shi huang, Loki, Brunhilde]

💖Ror/ snv characters and their manhwa kid (imo) [poseidon, apollo, hades, hermes, thor]

💖Ror/ snv characters going to a state fair [poseidon, hades, loki]

🔱Poseidon🔱

🌊How would Poseidon handle a baby?

🌊Poseidon x Amphitrite! Reader (angst)

🌊Until we reach the surface (poseidon x amphy reader based on mythology)

🌊Poseidon x daughter! Reader

🌊Poseidon x baby reader (old)

🌊Love casino (unserious and one can see it as amphy or not)

🌊Poseidon gamer HC (unserious)

🌊Poseidon onlyfans HC pt2

🌊Poseidon onlyfans HC pt1

🌊Kiss me don’t leave me (amphy reader relevant, academia AU!)

🎭Loki🎭

💚Too far in to turn away (angst)

💚Sound of broken memories (angst)

💚Marry me! (Loki x sigyn reader?)

💚Rainy days (Loki x reader)

💚 NSFW Hc’s

☀️Apollo☀️

🔆Rejection (apollo x male! Reader)

Seven lucky gods

🪷Benzaiten x moon goddess reader!

Hindu pantheon

⛈️Into the light (Indra x fem! Reader) request!

My own Oc’s

Oceanus (greek)

Seth (egyptian)

Tethys (greek)

Fucked up triton( greek)

Redraw triton (greek)

Persephone (greek)

Zagreus (greek)

My requests:

[s0ftcobra]

new fan fiction coming . . . deadpool x wolverine !

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03. after what happened with Loki, Mishra Morozova, (working for the TVA), thought everything would change and get better. but no, not when Mr. Paradox wants to speed up the destruction of Wade Wilson’s reality and she gets send to The Void with him and The Worst Wolverine for going against Paradox’s decisions.

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chapter out: 4 / ?

deadpool x fem!oc x wolverine.

takes place: during / after the movie + au.

read it here .ᐟ

notes:

i’ve been wanting to make a new fanfic for so long and i thought why not deadpool x wolverine? sorry but i love trouples . . . and my baby mishra!

[blessedbyahuntress]

My Masterlist

(Take a look at my Request Rules, Prompt List and/or Christmas Prompt List before requesting!)

Series:

Blessed by a Trickster ~ EPIC: the musical x reader

Daughter of the Hunt ~ Heroes of Olympus x OC

Fanfics:

Rest Your Head on My Shoulder ~ SolAngelo

I Love it When you go Crazy ~ Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader

Shut up, doofus, and just kiss me already ~ Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

Illegal Bonding ~ Loki x Alex x Sam (Family Bonding)

Comfort at Midnight ~ Thalia Grace x (Platonic) Hunter!of!Artemis!Reader

This is Why I Hate the 'Winter Wonder Land' ~ Cabin Seven x Child!of!Apollo!Reader

The Wind and the Waves ~ Jason Grace x Daughter!of!Poseidon!Reader

Leo Valdez x Daughter!of!Hades!Reader

Headcanons:

Cabin Two/Being a Child of Hera Would Include:

Cabin One/Being a Child of Zeus Would Include:

Cabin Seven/Being a Child of Apollo Would Include:

SolAngelo Headcanons!

Winter x Turtle (Platonic)

Smau:

Sparks Fly ~ Jason Grace x Fem!Reader

[morally-grey-variant]

He hovers over me, brows pinched. His chest is still rapidly rising and falling beneath his scarred armor, huffing through his flared nostrils, lips pressed into a flat line. His dark curls spill over his forehead; through them, and his eyes flash up at me, now darkened by swollen pupils.

He looks every inch a kicked dog.

love is a dagger [loki x oc] [part one]

loki x oc

part one

[master post here]

Pairing: Loki x Original Character (she/they)

Setting: Canon goes out the window as Loki joins the Avengers Compound. He's not exactly "one of the gang" but, in a tentative truce with Thor, is allowed to live and train with the Avengers and other SHIELD agents living and working on the Compound.

Loki's trying to be better. Really, he is. But atoning for his crimes in the Battle of New York -- and processing more trauma than he has begun to comprehend -- hasn't been easy: Thor stuck his neck out to get him here and won't let him forget it. The other Avengers watch him like they expect him to spontaneously combust.

A particularly annoying SHIELD agent approaches him again and again during his solo workout sessions, insistent upon learning hand-to-hand combat and close-quarters weapons skills. Six months in, he's impressed by how far they've come, and falling for them... hard.

Summary: Six months into Agent Grey Forrest's precarious "are we more than friends?" alliance with the God of Mischief, he accidentally stabs her during a training exercise. (wc 2.6k)

(Grey Forrest - femme/nb, presenting androgynous femme, uses she/they pronouns interchangeably.)

Warnings: Later episodes become more explicit -- Minors DNI. Blood, hospital/surgery/sedatives/stitches, general angst, mild swearing, inferences of past trauma. (if I've missed something please let me know!)

(a cheesy title *and* an OC in my first ever Loki fic? we're going all in, agent. this one has floated around in a doc for a few weeks now and she's dying to see the light of day. future eps will include TWs for dark themes but right now she's a slow burn queen that might make you hate me a little. things will get smuttier, I promise.) inspired by the prompt, "loki accidentally stabs you while training."

My wrist pins Loki's arm against the concrete wall. 

“Checkmate.” 

Panting and grinning, I flick my ponytail back over my shoulder. My torso edges against his, the slick athletic material of my uniform sliding against his worn leather armor. Loki pants, his parted lips spilling hot breath across my face. The knife in my hand glints in the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spilling over the blue plastic mat floor of the sparring room.

Loki's bright green eyes flash a half-second before he bodily shoves me aside, spinning us around. He pivots, and my wrist – still clutching my knife – is now locked into his grip. He twists it behind my back and tugs me into his chest. 

Loki's gold dagger finds my throat.

“Checkmate,” he growls playfully. 

Adrenaline spiking, my chest heaves. Damn him. Stupid mistakes like this will get me killed in the field. 

I raise my empty hand, reluctantly signaling surrender. I can practically hear the smug grin of success on his lips as he releases my other wrist, gently pushing me away.

My fingers spread in a gesture of mercy. As if I intend to let him have this one; he's bested me yet again. His answering grin, flashing a glimpse of perfect pearly whites, is infuriatingly confident. Cheeky. A fire blooms in my chest, even as my heart hammers with exhaustion.

He lowers his dagger, his own chest rising and falling beneath his heavily scratched black leather armor. Lulled into a false sense of security by his favorite sparring companion's unwavering surrender.

I lunge forward, taking advantage of that trust in my surrender. My knife strikes out towards his armored torso; my aim wavers, glinting off the worn brassy-gold panel at his waist. 

Loki snatches my arm, flicking it away effortlessly. “Cheating the Trickster?” he jabs, then vanishes in a blink of black smoke. We’ve both broken our rules of combat now: perfidy and sorcery.

“Little traitor.” He reappears to my left. My head spins, disoriented, as he lunges, and I parry backwards – 

His gold blade sinks into the slip of unarmored flesh at my side. Time slows around us as my gaze flutters from the blade to Loki’s face. His confidence melts into horror.

We gasp in unison as steel meets skin. My body recoils instinctively as blade strikes bone, glinting off my ribcage; the scratch against my rib resounds through my entire body. 

“Fuck,” I gasp. All the wind rushes out of my lungs. Loki's hand falters and his blade clatters to the floor. I clutch my ribcage as the room starts spinning around me.

“Grey, I'm so sorry,” Loki pants. He hesitates before stepping toward me, hands hovering over me, paralyzed by fear and indecision. Blood trickles between my fingers.

“Fuck,” I echo. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My voice is soft in my throat and I can't stop repeating the curse. All my training flies out of my head as my stab wound leaks onto my uniform and drips onto the blue mat beneath my feet. Apply pressure. Get help. 

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I'm not alright,” I spit, finally gathering my bearings. “You fucking stabbed me!” He flinches away, but I’m too rattled to feel particularly guilty. I’m shaking all over, trying to grip the hem of my athletic shirt with my other hand. I tug, but the fabric doesn't give; I can't get a good grasp with my trembling fingers, but I need a cloth to apply pressure and soak up the blood, I need to get down to the medical wing and –

“Stop that,” Loki says. “Come here.” He conjures a white rag in a flash of green light and takes another step towards me.

Before I can so much as blink, he's lifting my bloodied hand from my torso and replacing it with his own. The cloth beneath his palm presses into my chest. One arm slopes across my shoulders, curling me towards him. 

I finally look up at him.

He hovers over me, brows pinched. His chest is still rapidly rising and falling beneath his scarred armor, huffing through his flared nostrils, lips pressed into a flat line. His dark curls spill over his forehead; through them, and his eyes flash up at me, now darkened by swollen pupils.

He looks every inch a kicked dog.

I lay my hand over his. “I've got it,” I murmur. My heart pounds again; unhelpful. Quickening my heart rate will only increase the blood flow.

“Right,” he answers in a soft voice, nodding once and releasing his palm, transferring the pressure back to my hand. “Grey, I never meant to hurt you,” he continues quickly. “My hand slipped. I’m sorry.”

“I need to get to the medical wing.” My vision blurs and shifts; there isn’t enough room in my head for apologies. Dark red quickly soaks through Loki's white cloth. I take a single step forward, but my leg shakes unsteadily. 

Loki stops me. “You're in no fit state to walk. Let me help you.” There's an urgency in his voice. Fear laces the edge of his words.

My breath hitches and shudders. “I can walk.”

“Damn it all, Grey,” he barks, gripping my arm. “Let me help you.” 

I jerk my head up, eyes wide. 

It's been a long time since I've been afraid of Loki. 

He clenches every muscle in his jaw, the sharp cut of his chin barely containing the multitude of biting comments forming there. But there's no fury in his eyes. Frustration, yes; but no anger.

It's fear. 

Black fear sours his expression. Loki, who perpetually radiates cocksure swagger and irritating arrogance, is reduced to a frightened, trembling hesitation.

“Please.” A gentler tone, firm but tender. The vice-like grip of his long fingers loosens. I nod. My head swims and I clutch my forehead with my free hand.

Loki scoops me into his arms. My world flips upside-down; I squeeze my eyes shut against the onslaught of dizziness. Every step rattles my body, forcing me to bite back a groan of pain.

“I'm getting blood on your armor,” I say, tipping my head onto his shoulder. Anything to abate this dizziness; if I throw up on his armor, I’ll probably die of embarrassment – if the stab wound doesn’t get me first. The hand clutching my side, now pressed into his torso, feels sticky and wet. “Why am I losing so much blood?”

“Hush now,” he croons softly. My stomach churns.

I can't decide if it's from the stab wound, or from Loki. His arms curl around my body with strength and gentleness that might tear me apart. 

I can't stop picturing that fear in his eyes. Like a kicked dog. A dog who's been kicked over and over for the crime of loving. Who can't stop running back to whatever – or whomever – hurt him. 

I've never kicked this dog. Why is he afraid of me?

“I'm gonna be fine, Loki,” I murmur, my cheek pressed into a metal buckle of his training armor. I shift my head, tucking it into his chest. I'm getting tired. “Fine.” But my hand shifts against the wound and I can tell the cloth is soaked through.

Loki's chest rumbles, but I can't make out what he's saying. It's a frustrated noise, I know that much. He makes enough little noises of discontent that I've learned to differentiate between the sounds. 

Other voices fill the space around us. I think he’s telling someone what happened, though much of his voice is still a low rumble in his chest. My leaden head sinks into him.

Suddenly, he’s relinquishing me, laying me down on a hard, flat surface. It's my turn to grumble discontented noises. My arms stretch out back towards the safety of his, but other hands start prodding and grabbing at me. My eyes fly open, heart pounding again, I’m gasping for air–

“You're all right,” Loki murmurs in a low voice somewhere beside me. “They’re going to help you now.”

Medical staff swarm as the stretcher jolts forward. I squeeze my eyes shut again. Lights flash behind my eyelids at regular intervals. 

“Sir, were going to have to ask you to wait–”

“I'll stay right here, thank you.” 

The stretcher jerks to a halt. Fingers and needles pinch against my arm, unpleasantly shocking my brain in and out of the heavy sluggish fog. My athletic shirt tugs downward with a metallic snick of scissors– 

I blink my eyes open again, hands slapping against the hands and shears cutting through my clothes – no, stop, and I think the words gasp out of my throat but I can't be sure if I’m actually saying them out loud.

“Agent, we have to access the wound,” a voice snaps through the warbled haze. Someone pulls my hands away. My stomach flips – I can't freak out, if I freak out I'll lose control, I can't freak out, but now I'm totally freaking out – 

But then there's a gentle hand on my temple. “Let them help you.” Loki's voice is almost unfamiliar in its tenderness. A surge of bright electricity erupts in my heart, flooding through every vein and nerve ending; the blip, blip, blip of some machine in the room keeps pace. “You're safe here, Grey. Agent.” He tacks on the last word like a formality. An afterthought.

Although his gentleness sets my heart racing, his words have their intended effect. I don't fight back as the nurse cuts clean through my blood-soaked top, exposing my torso. Glancing down, I wish I hadn't when I see how my chest is smeared with blood. The nurse blessedly doesn't cut through my sports bra, since the wound seems to lie a few inches below the elastic band. 

Another warm, thick sensation spreads down my left arm, spilling down my fingers and out across my torso. My eyes drift closed again – everything feels better now. I can ignore the stinging of alcohol and iodine swabs around the wound, prodding fingers and soft gauze that catch against raw flesh. “It's a clean cut,” someone pronounces. Loki's hand stiffens against my temple. “Less than an inch deep, about two inches long.” A keyboard crackles as someone takes notes. 

“Agent Forrest,” someone asks, “we’re going to stitch up the wound now. All right?” 

“Mmm,” I hum, rolling my head so the elastic of my ponytail doesn't dig into my skull. Loki's thumb strokes against my temple. The needle and surgical thread tug against the tender skin over my ribcage, pulling and tightening and piercing over and over again.

Voices echo from down the hall. The warm, brain-addling sedative conjures up familiar characters for a dream half-rooted in reality. Shouting voices, and the tenor of someone familiar, authoritative, and very pissed right outside the door.

“You're fucking kidding me. You let him in there with her?” 

“Mr. Stark, the doctor is right in the middle of the procedure,” a female voice insists. 

“And I pay the doctor's salary,” Tony shouts as if he's right at my feet. I force my eyes open – I hate this dream. I don't want Tony in my dream. 

Oh. Red-faced and seething, what I can only assume is a very real Tony Stark looms over the end of my bed. Shame, and something like fear burn in my chest, tugging me to the surface of the drug-induced fog.

“Mr. Stark, I must insist, the patient's wound–” the doctor insists, turning his head but remaining hunched over my torso.

“Nurse, call security,” Tony barks. “Scratch that. I'll escort the threat out myself.”

“Tony, it's not what it looks like–” Loki says. His hand never leaves my head, cradling it tenderly even as he raises his voice. The doctor shakes his head and finishes up the last stitches.

“You fucking stabbed Agent Forrest?” Tony growls, lifting his arm – his finger trails along the metal cuff at his wrist, preparing to summon one of his suits. 

“Not in the hospital!” The nurse shouts, jumping to her feet. Her voice is weighted with enough authority that even Tony pauses. “Take it outside. We have seriously sick people here.”

“You let her attacker into the room with her,” Tony counters, thrusting a finger towards Loki. “He could slaughter all of you before you could scream for help.”

“He brought her here, Mr. Stark,” the doctor says, tying off the last stitch. “If he wanted to kill any of us, he's had plenty of time.”

“Tony…” I grumble. My tongue is thick and heavy in my mouth. Loki's hand slips away from my temple. I shift my head as the cradle of his fingers disappears. My leaden skull feels like it’s swollen twice its size. “Too much morphine.” I blink hard, my brow creased in concentration. Why am I so loopy? “If Loki wanted t’kill me, I’d’ve killed him. I'm fine. 's an accident.” 

“We’ll take you off the IV,” the nurse explained, coming closer to pinch and prod at my arm. “The wound is fairly shallow.”

“See?” I raise my arm, gesturing to the nurse. “Fine.”

“You got lucky, Forrest. This man has stabbed more Avengers than not,” Tony counters, ignoring my morphine-drunk threat. “You have ten seconds before I throw you out that window, space man.”

“Stupid, Tony,” I grumble, growing frustrated. Bracing my forearms against the bed, I push myself up. Loki stops me before the nurses can so much as flinch.

“Lie down,” he says, finally stepping into my line of sight. 

“Oh my god, Loki,” I gasp, blinking hard. He's completely drenched in blood – my blood. My hand flies up to brush against the front of his armor.

He lowers a hand to brace against my chest before quickly reconsidering and pushing down on my shoulder. Soft green light flashes in my periphery and a pillow cushions the back of my head as he lowers me back onto the stretcher. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he continues urgently. 

I resign myself to a more horizontal position, but I still reach out towards him. IV tubes tug against my arm, but my hand rests flat against the blood-smeared leather protecting his torso. “Fuck… bled all over you.”

Loki smirks. His hand wraps around mine, lowering it back to my side. “An excuse to requisition something new from the armory,” he answers. His hands are coated in my blood, too. “Something with a bit more gold, perhaps?”

“Black and gold,” I hum. “Green’s more your color.”

“Are we done here?” Tony snaps, and my tunneled vision explodes back out into the room. I'd forgotten the room was full of people.

“Tony…” I murmur. My head is starting to clear somewhat. “Loki wasn't trying to kill me. It was an accident. My fault.”

“Mr. Stark, the patient needs to rest,” the nurse interjects, clipboard chart clutched in her hand. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”

Tony storms out. In the hall, I can hear him demanding to have a word with someone about hospital security.

Loki smirks down at me, though his face is still pale. Paler than usual.

“You too, Mr. Laufeyson,” the nurse adds. She wedges herself between us, forcing him to step to the side.

“No,” I groan. “Let him stay. Loki, stay with me. I hate it here.”

Loki's hand strokes my temple again. The nurse frowns down at me as she changes the IV. A new bag, heavy with dark blood, sags from the silver pole behind her.

“We finally got your blood type from your file,” she explains. “Your… friend can stay while you receive the infusion.”

Loki pushes back hair that clings to my forehead, still damp with drying sweat. “Don't leave, Loki.” I wince against the pinching sensations and beads of blood welling up as she removes the first line and places another for the blood.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

[continue reading in part two]

[hinatastinygiant]

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader, Some Thor x Fem!Reader

As a young princess of Astoria, you're introduced to the two princes of Asgard. Although love blooms with one of the princes, destiny takes an unexpected turn as you become betrothed to the other. But your intricate dance of love and royalty shatters when the TVA intervenes, ripping you away from everything you hold dear, and plunging you into the bewildering realms of time and existence.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content! Violence!

one: 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭

two: 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓣𝓸𝓸

three: 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓘 𝓒𝓪𝓷❜𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹

four: 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

five: 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾.

six: 𝓘 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝔂

seven: 𝓦𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓨𝓸𝓾

eight: 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓓𝓸𝓷❜𝓽 𝓑𝓮 𝓐𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭

nine: 𝓘 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾

ten: 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓐 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼.

I DO NOT OWN MCU OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Completed February 14, 9:00 pm est)

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