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monstersandgenderqueers · 30 days ago

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Little Gifts (Part One)

Loki, a new resident in the compound, sparks your interest. You decide to give him a gift in secret, hoping he might cheer up just a little bit. Well, it didn't work out that way.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader

Word count: 2200

A/N: Look, I really wanted to read a fanfic about an autistic reader but alas, there are so few. So I made one myself. Yes, this might just be a self-insert, but everyone's experience with neurodivergence is different, and it felt simpler just to make the reader's neurodivergence similar to mine. This series will mostly be exploring neurodiversity and Loki's reactions towards it, hopefully fluffy?

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I think he's gone, now's my chance!

You peek around the corner, hugging the little terracotta pot to your chest. Nestled inside is a tiny little staghorn fern, tucked gently inside some damp moss. You wait for a moment, listening for footsteps or voices.

Boisterous laughter echoes down the hall, forcing you to freeze with your back against the cold wall. The voices subside, and you dare to dart from around the corner and toward the door just in front of you.

Quiet as a mouse, you reach his door. After another quick look, just to be sure no one is watching, you place the fern carefully on the floor, and a card beside it. You'd handwritten detailed care instructions, ensuring that even the most notorious plant-killer could still keep the little thing alive.

Well, maybe.

You twist the pot just a little. There. He will love this… right?

You bought him this fern as a sort of housewarming gift. Or maybe a "welcome to the compound" gift or… a "be my friend, please" gift. Most likely the latter.

Often, you trail behind him on his escorted walks outside. He likes to stop and stare at the trees, or sit down on the bench and watch the undergrowth. You hope this gift isn't too far off the mark, but since you were so uncertain, you intentionally left your name off the card. Afterall, you don't want him to think you're too desperate to be his friend, even though you definitely are.

When you first moved in, you were just the same as he is. Self-isolating, restless, temperamental, and just downright rude. His reasons seem more concrete than yours did, though.

Loki is forced to stay. His magic is restricted, and he isn't allowed to leave without either Thor or an armed escort. No one trusts him, but at least Thor trusts in whomever decided Loki should be punished in this way. You aren't privy to that sort of information, so you only have your assumptions for now.

Your excuses for your behavior are based on just… who you are. Different. Change is hard, and moving to the compound to live with some very intimidating people and surrounded by people at all times was devastating.

You'd gotten more comfortable in the time since, but it's still challenging. At least you're not a total jerk anymore. You still ask, sometimes, if it appears like someone is ignoring you on purpose or they get an attitude. Did I say something wrong?

Or maybe that was just all in your head.

Regardless, you see a kindred spirit in Loki. There are so many things you do differently because of your neurodivergence, and he seems to do them, too. Like masking, for one. Your masking is for the purpose of looking normal, to hide everything that makes you stand out, and from your perspective, it seems like he is also trying to hide himself away behind indifference and snark.

You really, really hope the fern will work.

Tiptoeing away, you make it all the way down the hall to your assigned quarters, and close the door shut quietly behind you. You're tempted to peer out from your door and keep an eye on it. You could just barely see his door if you poked your head out from yours. That'd be too obvious, though, and he might think you're a creep.

You pick up your plushie, hoping that if you squeeze something tight, your anxiety might just ebb away and you can go about your day as normal without constantly ruminating on Loki and whether he likes the fern or not.

It doesn't work. Now you're just pacing, second-guessing and triple-guessing yourself, new thoughts popping into your head with each stride down the length of your bedroom.

What if he thinks it's weird? What if he thinks I'M weird?

So? He doesn't know I left it, right?

But what if he does? What if I accidentally wrote my name on the little card?

What if he realizes it's me because I like my plants and I talk about them all the time?

What if he saw me walk in with it?

What if someone else did and they tell him?

But how would he know it's from me otherwise?

He won't be angry with me, right? Right?

What if he actually likes it and tries to figure out who left it but he finds out it's from me and then he gets upset because it's me?

You toss your plushie onto your bed, and then yourself right after it. With a deep groan, you smash your face against the comforter, trying to release some of the tension.

You hope he's at least a little bit like Thor when it comes to receiving gifts, polite and gracious even if the gift is really weird or random. You're horrendously terrible at figuring out what people want or like, and figuring out Thor is still something on your to-do list.

Giving gifts is one of the few ways you know of to get people to notice you, so it stings a bit when gift after gift is ignored or set aside, even the things that don't really seem like gifts. Like for Thor, you noticed he developed a craving for sugary, processed foods shortly after joining the Avengers. So, you got him a variety pack of the most unhealthy types of cereal. You knew it was a stupid idea the second he patted your head and placed it on the counter without really looking at it. It hurt it a bit when you saw others eat it, but at least that gift was used by someone you know, which you can't say for everything else you'd gotten others for birthdays or holidays or "I just like you" days.

Your gifts are always ending up in junk piles or in the trash.

Maybe the fern would break that pattern?

After what felt like years of waiting, you get up and open your door as casually as you could make it look. You walk down the hall and around the little corner you were hiding behind before, and face Loki's door.

You try not to make it obvious when you look down, so you turn and keep walking by and just barely glance downwards.

It's gone! That means he saw it, right? Does he like it?

You can't help the smile that breaks your mask. He likes it, right? Just the thought of him smiling sent unfamiliar giddiness up from your belly to your chest. If you saw him smile in real life, your heart might just fly away.

But, instead of flying away, it breaks. Just as you enter the common room, you see the bottom of the terracotta pot sticking out from the garbage bin in the corner, the orange color drawing your eye towards it.

Oh.

The room is empty, so he probably just tossed it the second he saw it. Hearing laughter again, you walk towards the window and see a few people outside, enjoying the sunshine. Thor is the one laughing, chatting with Steve about something you couldn't make out. Loki is there, too, standing to the side with his arms crossed and his brows knit together so tightly they might snap off.

He glances briefly in your direction. You swear he's making eye contact, but there's no way he can see you through the dark tint of the glass.

You sigh, shuffling your feet a bit as you turn back around. Plucking the fern from the trash, you gently shake it to get the plastic off that stuck to one of the leaves. You carry it back to your room with you, berating yourself for getting teary-eyed and for the too-much bad feeling that fills your belly like lead.

After finding the fern a home next to your already mature staghorn fern, you sit and wait for dinner. If your memory is correct, the chef who makes all the meals for everyone is making something familiar to you tonight, so at least there is something to look forward to.

Loki glares at you as you take your seat across from him. Months ago, you claimed a chair where no one sat across from you on the long dining table purposefully. You hate when people watch you eat, or try to engage you in conversation when you have food in your mouth. Then Loki moved in and claimed the opposite chair.

The dining table was never packed, since there were always at least a few people absent for various reasons, so it was quite alarming when Loki chose that seat and stared at you with his icy eyes until you finished your meal. It was like he wanted you to get up and move, even though you sat down that day before he did.

Since then, he's given up on intimidating you into moving. He still sits there, of course, so it's extra awkward now that he's back to glaring at you after your failed attempt at friendship.

He knows, doesn't he? Why else would he be looking at me like he's trying to make me explode through the force of his glare alone?

Thor sat down to the left of Loki, his plate already mostly empty. He makes some comments about how the dish tastes like something from Asgard, but it's hard for you to make out with everyone else talking and scraping cutlery on their dishes.

Unfortunately, Thor must've asked you something, since he's looking at you like, "well?"

Even worse, Loki looks interested in your answer.

You swallow your bite. "Uhm… could you repeat that?"

Thor repeats himself, "I asked if you enjoyed the sunshine today. It has been such a welcome reprieve from the storms as of late." He winks, as if he had something to do with the storms, though you know he doesn't care enough to mess with the weather here. After elbowing Loki, he continues, "Even Loki basked in the sunlight this afternoon."

Loki doesn't seem to care enough to retort. He just keeps…. staring.

"Uhm… I went out this morning before the clouds parted. So… no, I didn't really enjoy the sunshine…"

Thor's eyes dart to Loki quickly before he looks back at you. "Oh? Where did you go?"

"Uhm… to town. For some shopping." You hope that's enough of an answer, but with the way the brothers just keep staring, you know it's not. "I bought some stuff for my room."

Thor brightly smiles. "Perhaps Loki could join you on your next shopping adventure. His room is still bare."

You hope you hide your disappointment well enough. Since you tried to get something for Loki's room, it hurts all the more knowing that he's actively looking for things and he rejected your gift. "Yeah. Maybe next time…"

Loki looks at you oddly. It's a subtle expression, one you hadn't seen on him before. Your mind ran through every instance you've seen an expression like that on someone else, but there was nothing. You hope it isn't disgust.

You trip your way through the rest of Thor's agonizing small talk then bring your plate to the dishwasher. Loki follows you, scraping his plate off into the compost bin. His elbow brushes your side ever so slightly, making your eyes widen. "Uhm, excuse me…" you say, as if you had bumped into him. You slot your dishes in the washer and walk away, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and your ears.

As you're walking to your quarters, a thought comes to mind.

Maybe he's just picky. Maybe a plant was the wrong gift. Books? He likes books, right? I've got hundreds stacked on my floor, at least one has to be interesting to him…

With a new goal, you quicken your pace and head directly to the stacks leaning precariously every which way against one of the walls.

Ah hah!

Without toppling anything over, you manage to snag the complete Lord of the Rings trilogy. This one is a cheap copy, one that you'd dog-eared and written in and highlighted. You think about buying him a new copy, but your impatience is winning.

If I put this in front of his door now, it'll be less obvious than giving it to him after another shopping trip.

Similar to earlier that day, you made sure everyone was still in the dining room before placing the book against the wall. You stick a little heart-shaped sticky note on the cover:

"I know you don't like it here much. I know what it's like to feel like everyone hates you. Maybe this might take your mind off it? Anyway, please don't throw this one away. It's actually mine, but you can keep it if you promise you won't damage it further. If you don't want it, maybe just put it in the common room?"

Like before, you leave off your name, hoping it might save you a sliver of embarrassment later if you find the book lying about elsewhere or in the trash.

You go to bed shortly after, forcing your anxiety to settle down as you anticipate the morning.

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cece693 · 2 months ago

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Felt not Seen

pairing: loki laufeyson x gender neutral reader tags: blind reader, you don't know loki, he likes it this way, loki feels safe and loved, technically is it lying when avoiding personal questions, fluff, reader forgives easily, doesn't follow any timeline

You can always tell when someone steps into the bookstore. The bells above the door chime, and the floorboards creak—each step as distinct as a page turning in a favorite novel. It’s your little sanctuary—dusty shelves lined with tales you might never see, but whose words you know and love by heart. And that’s how you first met him.

He walked in quietly, the shuffle of his shoes muffled and strangely elegant. Still, you heard the soft crack of the old wood, felt the subtle shift in the air currents, and caught the faint trace of sandalwood and morning frost. There was an undercurrent of tension in his measured footsteps, as though he was unsure if he was meant to be here at all.

“Hello,” you had greeted him, smiling in his direction even though you couldn’t see the details of his face. You might have been unable to see color or form, but you’d always had a knack for sensing expressions—like the surprise or curiosity that reverberates through the air. You felt it then, a light wave of something you interpreted as cautious intrigue.

He’d introduced himself as Luke. Your heart had fluttered—something about the soft lilt of his voice made you shiver, as though each syllable he spoke carried a hidden meaning. That day, he left without purchasing a single book, yet something told you he would come back.

He did.

Over the following weeks, Luke—though you began to suspect that wasn’t his real name—arrived like clockwork. Every Friday afternoon, he would step in, greet you politely, and linger among the shelves. Sometimes he would sit with you behind the counter, flipping through the pages of an old volume while you ran your fingers along your Braille copy of a classic. You’d talk of myths, of gods and kingdoms, of worlds beyond Earth and your own small shop.

You discovered that Luke had a wit as sharp as the letter opener you kept on your counter. He teased you kindly, drawing an easy laugh from your lips. He debated and challenged you, but never in a way that made you feel small. He was a whirlwind in your peaceful existence, and you loved it.

Yet beneath the warmth, you sensed an unspoken tension, a hidden secret. He evaded questions about his life with practiced ease. At first, you told yourself it was fine. Not everyone wants to share everything right away. But as the weeks turned into months, you felt the strain in his voice when he spoke about his past in vague statements. You could almost feel him turning his gaze from you to somewhere far away whenever he talked about “troubled years.”

You never pressed him. You already felt privileged that he chose to spend so much time with you, that he read your favorite passages aloud, that he asked how you navigated the city and listened, truly listened, to your answers. Someone who wanted to understand the way you experienced the world was precious indeed.

And, at some point, the gentle friendship transformed—softly, sweetly—into something more. A hand on your shoulder lingered a beat too long. His voice softened when he said your name. When you admitted you were feeling overwhelmed by the day’s chores, Luke was suddenly there, offering assistance. For a moment, you imagined him as a knight from a dusty fairytale, appearing to whisk you away from your burdens.

The first time he kissed you, it was a tentative brush of lips, loaded with so much affection you couldn’t help but shiver. One kiss became two, turned into three, and then you both lost count. You had never been so grateful to be in the darkness because there, in the hush of your bookshop, it felt like you were the only two souls in the universe. He would speak of love in half-finished sentences. “I never imagined…” or “I don’t deserve this…” Over and over, you told him you believed in him, but you didn’t know why he so firmly believed he was unworthy.

Then one evening, long after the store had closed, the door chime rang unexpectedly. You waited, confused, because Luke had just stepped out to run an errand and promised he’d be back soon. “Is that you, Luke?” you called out.

A deep voice, more resonant and powerful than Luke’s, answered, “Not quite.”

You recognized the man instantly, though not by voice—by presence. He felt like a storm; everything was bigger, more vivid. “I am Thor,” he introduced himself, warmth beneath the thunder in his tone.

“Thor,” you echoed softly, as if trying the name on your tongue.

He explained, in the gentlest way he could, that Luke had a past—one that involved Asgard, a shattered family, and near-cataclysmic deeds on Earth. Thor never once said the name “Loki,” but you realized, in that instant, that “Luke” was just a mask. And it all made sense: Loki, the fallen prince, the trickster, the one who once tried to conquer your world out of vengeance.

Thor, gentle despite his towering presence, placed a comforting hand over yours. “My sibling is no monster. They are flawed, yes, but they deserve to be seen for who they really are. You—” he paused, as if carefully choosing his words, “—you deserve the truth.”

When Loki returned, you were sitting on the shop’s old sofa, hands trembling in your lap. You heard the jingle of the door, slow footsteps, then silence as he sensed something was amiss. “Thor was here,” you said quietly, turning your face toward him even though your eyes could not meet. You tried to maintain some composure, but your voice wavered. “He told me everything.”

It was the first time you heard Loki’s breath catch so audibly. “I—” he started, searching for the right words, the usual silver-tongued trickery failing him. “I just…I couldn’t bear to lose you.” For a long, painful moment, neither of you spoke. You listened to his ragged breathing, felt the swirl of anguish radiating from him in waves. He expected you to condemn him. He expected disgust, hate, or fear.

“Why?” you whispered.

“Because I’ve done many terrible things,” Loki said, and for once, he sounded heartbreakingly earnest. “People view me as a monster—and perhaps I am. The illusions, the betrayal, the attempt to take your world…” His voice broke. “I was so tired of being alone, of being judged. You were the first person who never judged me at all.”

Your heart twisted at his words, sorrow mingling with affection. It wasn’t pity; it was the realization that so much of Loki’s life had been rooted in isolation. You reached out a trembling hand and felt his fingers entwine with yours. “If you want me to leave,” he said brokenly, “I’ll go. I wouldn’t blame you.”

But you shook your head. “No. Stay.” Your voice was gentle, insistent. “I wish you’d told me sooner, but I…I’m not going to pretend this isn’t shocking or complicated. Still, everything we shared, everything I felt…it wasn’t an illusion, was it?”

He tightened his hold on your hand, a hint of desperation there. “It was the only real thing I’ve ever had. You are the only real thing.”

Your next breath brought relief, tears burning at your eyes. Carefully, you lifted your free hand, finding the curve of his cheek. Loki leaned into your touch, as if starved for affection. You traced the lines of his face, memorizing his features by feel—the trembling of his jaw, the softness of his skin, the slight dampness on his lashes.

“I believe you, Loki,” you whispered, your voice fierce in its quiet certainty. “But please let there be no more secrets between us.”

"I promise."

Some days later, Thor returned—this time as a welcomed guest. He found you both behind the bookstore counter, Loki reading poetry aloud to you while you relaxed against his shoulder, your ear pressed to the comforting timbre of his voice. “You two look well,” Thor greeted, a gentle rumble of approval in his tone.

Loki shot him a glare that was more playful than menacing. Even if tension remained between the brothers, a fragile truce had begun. Thor nodded in your direction. “I just wanted to say that I am proud of my sibling. And of you.” He paused, his voice softening. “For seeing what others could not.”

You felt warmth bloom in your chest. So often in your life, you had been told you were at a disadvantage because of your blindness. But you had come to realize you could see people in ways most others couldn’t—beyond their surface. Beyond their illusions. Loki’s fingers curled around yours in a gesture of gratitude and silent devotion. This time, no illusions stood between you. He was himself—flawed, yearning, deeply caring. And you were there, heart open, ready to keep stepping into the unknown with him.

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fun-k-board · 4 months ago

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hii merry christmas! :3

may I request hybrid!cat reader with loki? (if you feel comfortable writing abt hybrids if not, just a reader who has feline like qualities and abilities)

I can just imagine them as cats curled up snuggling and purring it won't leave my mind

if you need more clarification or details feel free to ask but I don't mind if you don't wanna do this request 🫶

have a happy new year and a good day/night!

MARVEL RIVALS - LOKI LAUFEYSON With a Cat Hybrid Reader

Note(s): Merry Christmas to you too and a happy new year! Even if I'm a little late to respond aha, much love to you anon for being my first Marvel Rivals request <3 I'm assuming you mean a reader who can transform into a cat, so that's what I wrote for. I had already begun writing before I could ask questions so I'm sorry if that's not accurate.

He's either such an asshole about it (affectionate), or surprisingly adorable.

If you transform around the house daily, even without him present, he has a nasty habit of just waltzing up to you and picking you up. Whether he then sits down with you on his lap, or simply does it to torment you changes with his mood. One second he's calling you a stupid animal, the next an adorable animal, and then he's practically unintelligible while praising you on his lap.

The two of you love to transform into cats and curl up next to a fireplace. Loki has found he feels more pliable and calm when in a cats body, although he doesn't like anybody but you touching him. Especially not petting him. The two of you have placed small cat beds all over your house, so the both of you can transform and then lay down and relax.

Speaking of, I think Loki would be some kind of a large, skinny shorthair cat. He'd be the kind of cat who looks really ominous and who you confuse for a piece of clothing in the dark, so there's a bit of silliness. Not to mention how, if you're in a humanoid form, he goes out of his way to try and torment you. Scratching and biting your ankles, stealing your food, he's a nightmare.

I do think that at least partly, you two can understand one another in cat form based primarily on body language and sometimes a vocal response, like hissing or meowing. Something Loki loves to do when you're both cats is randomly hit you out of nowhere, his slick black paw just baps you and then he's completely gone.

Loki's favourite pastime, even more than cuddling next to a fireplace, is to have you transformed and sat in his lap sleeping while he reads a good book. His fingers glide over your fur, scratching behind your ears, and sometimes he may even put the book down to coo at you for a few minutes.

I believe he would only allow you to put him in your lap or pick him up in cat form if you tell him it's because you want to appreciate and worship him, otherwise he feels it's insulting. If you praise him while doing it then absolutely feel free, carry him around, place him in your lap, you can even ask him to transform into his cat form just to do it and he will. But you must make him feel loved. Don't expect to start a task when you've begun loving him or he hisses and bites and scratches. Pay full attention to him and only him.

He's always joking that you need a bell collar, not exactly in a completely flirty way, more so in a majority demeaning and slight hint of flirty way. Especially if you're a more quiet person, he says it's so he can make sure where you are so you don't sneak up on him. If you think that's too far, he will stop, but don't expect his condescending nature to go away. That will never happen.

If your feline qualities happen to extend to things like being attracted to laser pointers, even while in a more humanoid form, he will absolutely use that to his advantage. Loki refuses to be anything less than obnoxious about it, he will use his powers to create a small point of light to attract your gaze, adoring the way your eyes go wide and follow it as if your life depends on it.

If you're weak willed, he will make you chase it by moving it around, cooing at how cute you are all the while. Of course this gets embarrassing and old fast, so you'd better develop some kind of residence to the cursed laser pointer.

Despite his teasing and mischievous nature, Loki helps you keep your fur well groomed. In his own way. He definitely knows how to take care of any type of hair, even animal kinds, and how to make sure they're shiny and soft and strong. But don't ever think that he'd get his hands dirty cleaning you himself. You, yourself, will do that, or he can get somebody else to. He, however, will not lifting a finger.

Hypocritically, he expects you to take care of him in cat form, and sometimes his Asgardian form, too.

"Come here." Loki purrs, coaxing you over with a single, curled finger, his lips twisted into that signature grin of his. But, whether you obey or not, he's the one who closes the distance, he's the one who kneels down to reach your height and holds a hand to your ear, poking one of them. It's an annoying feeling, there's nothing nice about being poked, especially when he does that with such an annoying look on his face. "They're a little awkward looking, aren't they?" He hums, chuckling at your huffed look.

Slightly confused, you meow, what would be a cute sound to anybody else Loki knows is you inquiring about the sudden interest in your feline features. You've had them ever since you've known him after all. But, he simply flicks you on the forehead. "Don't question me, mortal."

#fandom: marvel rivals #character: loki laufeyson #character: loki #reader: no pronouns #reader: gender neutral #relationship: romantic #marvel rivals x reader #marvel rivals x gn reader #marvel rivals headcanons #loki x reader #loki x gn reader #loki headcanons

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 3 months ago

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Beware the Wolf || Loki

A/n: I'm not entirely happy with the smut on this, but I pushed through somehow. One thing to remember while reading is that during the Goldberg scene, I used the way the manga depicts his lisp. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): arranged marriage au, gender-neutral reader, Charlotte Reader, Devil Fruit, family drama, sins of the mother, angst, distrust, teasing, dirty talk, understanding, size kink, losing control of ability, oral, rough sex. Words: 5,985.

Tag list: @marsilis @hoo-hoo @jj-ma26 @guillotine-enjoyer @whateverthought

No Minors Allowed!!

I should have known.

The attention is a dead giveaway, shoved down your throat like the island's best confectionery; so saccharine that it rots your common sense and infects your mind. Mama’s attention is a delicacy all her children crave. Including you. So when the truth comes out, you are irritated. Blaming yourself certainly will not soothe the pain, so you spare yourself the pity.

“Don't give me that sour look,” Big Mom orders. She leans forward in her candy-themed throne; the eyes of her Homies watch in silent glee as she chastises you. “Make yourself bigger. It's easier to talk to you that way.”

You suppress a sigh. Activating your Devil Fruit, you grow in height to an appropriate size for her, replacing your expression with a look of aloofness. While it is a useful power, you hate to use it like this. Height is no easy property to master, especially for something so mundane as preventing Mama from putting stress on her back.

“Are you certain it's me you want to do this?” You ask. “I'm not being ungrateful but there are far more suitable replacements.”

The Homies retort to spite you, uttering obscenities.

“Ungrateful shit.”

“Asshole.”

You could be both; you honestly want to be. The temptation to bare your teeth at the woman who controls your life like a puppet on a string is almost too hard to ignore. You are mad; you deserve to express yourself. But in the end, you opt to tuck tail. Disobedience will cost your soul. You slide your hand behind your back, clenching it into a fist. Hopefully, Mama will reconsider, but her mind is set.

“There certainly are, but none I care to expend,” she simply states.

You tighten your jaw. Of course. Expendable; that's an appropriate word for what you are.

“I understand,” you lie. Your Haki gives away your annoyance, however.

Big Mom raises a curious brow, then leans forward in her seat again. The air in the room suddenly feels heavy as her menacing presence swallows you like quicksand. It is almost hard to breathe.

“You do understand the importance of this union, don't you? I won't settle for another setback, not after the amount of groveling I had to do to that stubborn king.”

You understand. But why must you be the one to suffer? You have an island to tend to, a responsibility as a Minister. No, you do not wish marriage on any of your siblings, especially a loveless arranged marriage, but such is the fate of Mama's less-liked children.

Besides, as desperate as Big Mom is to have the power of the Giants beneath her finger, choosing you to bear the weight of a political union is ill-advised. You simply are not spouse material. She could offer better. Thinking badly of yourself puts a bitter taste in your mouth, but it's true. The Giants are going to see how lightly she is taking the union; they are not dumb, and again, she will suffer their scrutiny.

There is another reason, however, that you are against marriage to King Harald's youngest son.

“I do, but–”

“But what?” Big Mom interjects in annoyance.

Her Haki is so suffocating that you shrink back down to your normal height to show her that you mean no disrespect. Even the Homies cease their insufferable chattering. Would she understand your reasoning?

I'm not Lola.

Loki of Elbaph will not accept you. He had turned down Chiffon. You are certain he will do the same to you.

The irritated expression on Big Mom's face urges you to swallow your worries, however.

“Nothing, Mama. I'll leave for Elbaph in the morning.”

Big Mom smiles widely. Her Haki vanishes, a weight off your shoulders that makes you feel much better.

“Good, child. When you return in a week, a grand tea party will await you. Ma Ma Ma!”

You force a smile. A week. That is a lifetime in Hell for someone like you. But what does she care if you suffer for her? You are expendable after all.

–

It's comforting to know, during this stage of the trip, sailing east toward Elbaph, that you are not entirely alone. Mama, to ensure your safety, had sent two of your siblings with you.

The first, standing with you on the deck of the ship near the bow, you almost wish had just remained home. He will not leave you alone, even when it is clear that you are not entirely listening to him.

“You lickity better start listening to me if you don't want to disappoint Mama,” Persospero argues.

He gently thumps you over the head with his cane for the third time. You are tempted to roll your eyes, but to avoid being thumped again, you nod.

“I am listening, Brother Peros. You said to be as sweet as possible. Mind my Ps and Qs in front of the royal family. I plan to.”

He groans as though he is suspicious of you, but does not give a response. Lifting his cane, he gives it a taste. You curl your nose in response; germs must not be a word he is familiar with.

“And?”

You hum. And what? The clueless expression on your face makes him narrow his brown eyes.

“I knew you weren't lickity listening.”

He raises his sticky cane to thump you again, but a calm, yet serious voice interrupts him.

“Refrain from teasing our sibling too much. We're here.”

Katakuri ambles onto the deck from the bowels of the ship, joining you and Perospero near the bow. You give him a grateful nod, then turn to the eldest brother, sticking out your tongue as if to goad him. He simply glares and ignores you for the moment.

“I contacted the king in Warland. He will send an escort to meet us at the docks,” Katakuri mentions. “As instructed, we will remain here on the ship for the time being.”

You frown. There is the kicker. Neither of your brothers are allowed on the island. You will be alone, though, to an extent, you are sure. Katakuri would never let you go completely alone. You glance at him.

“Will I be able to contact you?”

“As if we'd trust you to behave yourself. Kukuku,” Perospero answers teasingly.

He removes a baby transponder snail from his coat and tosses it to you.

“If you need us, you can call us,” Katakuri adds.

You smile at him. It feels better to know that Katakuri will have your back, should you need him. Perospero not so much, but you are grateful to have him along for the trip regardless.

Moments later, the ship docks in Elbaph. What you see both shocks and awes you. It's something you will never forget. A colossal tree rests in the center of the island, growing high into the clouds; so high you can not see where it ends. At its base, near the center is a frozen forest, leading to a grassy plain that ends at the coast. You can make out a mountaintop castle in the forest, but not much else.

A dreadful silence fills the air, and then suddenly the heavy sound of footsteps meets your ears. You stiffen as a Giant emerges from the frozen forest, a woman with long blonde hair. She reaches the coast quickly and stands before the ship, gauging you and your brothers with a sharp expression. It almost feels like a showdown. The air is tense and it's obvious why.

You step forward, offering her your name and your hand. There is an obvious size difference, but it would be rude not to show her some respect. The woman stares at you a moment, as though she is unsure, then leans down and lifts out her finger. It's an awkward shake, but you are glad she recuperated.

“My name is Gerd. We should head on to the castle. My King requested to meet you.”

You understand. Turning to your brothers, you nod to show that you are ready. Katakuri says nothing, but the comforting look in his crimson eyes indicates that he believes in you. Perospero, on the other hand, appears less than enthusiastic.

“This is important. Don't you lickity mess it up.”

You consider flipping him the bird, but to give off a good impression in front of Gerd, you simply nod. There are no goodbyes exchanged, no loving words. The children of Big Mom do not express their care openly, but for once, you kind of wish both of them would have told you how much they appreciate you for not running when you could have. You certainly thought about it.

Departing from the ship down the gangplank, you join Gerd on the shore. She rests her hand on the ground and for a moment, you stare at her in uncertainty. Does she want you to–

“It will be faster for me to carry you to Warland. The bridges connecting the two regions are not suited for those smaller than the people of Elbaph,” Gerd explains.

You hum in understanding, but you still don't like it. Would it be appropriate to use your Devil Fruit instead? You can not directly match the height of a Giant, but she would not have to carry you. It would probably be best to ask the king first. In reluctance, you step up onto her hand, sitting down so that you don't make an ass out of yourself and fall.

Gerd slowly stands and begins to walk toward the tree. You can hear her footsteps as she enters the forest. The frozen air nips at your body, not yet accustomed to the weather, but she shields you with her hand in an attempt to keep the wind from reaching you.

“Thanks,” you say in appreciation.

She seems hesitant to speak to you. A deep uneasy sigh leaves her mouth, jostling your hair, but in the end, she gives in. Her sharp light blue eyes fall on you.

“This union most likely will not happen. After everything Linlin has done, I do not see my people welcoming you with open arms, least of all Prince Loki.”

At least she is honest. You understand, though. Years of bad blood can not easily be ignored. You do not know what made the Giants turn on Big Mom, but you know she is not as innocent as she claims.

“It's no problem if you don't,” you state. “Mama should let this one go, but she is desperate to create a utopia for all races to live in peace together. I'm not sure why it's so important to her, but as her child, I have to at least try.”

Gerd's expression softens.

“I'm sorry you have to go through this.”

“Don't be,” you retort. “It should be me who is sorry. Your people should not have to cater to her or me.”

The conversation soon dies off as Gerd takes you across a wooden rope bridge into the upper region of Elbaph. She, to your relief, unshields you, allowing you the chance to glimpse upon the primary village. It's impressive, an entirely different environment than that of Totto Land. The buildings, for one, are massive; houses and watchtowers made of sturdy wood as opposed to candy and chocolate.

The Giants roaming around look a bit on edge, but their smiles hold no secrets; they do not hide the fear of their souls being taken, not like the people back home. It's comforting and it makes you wish that they had turned you away immediately. You have no idea what Mama wants with this union, but something in the pit of your stomach fills you with dread.

It's fine. So long as Loki turns me down.

At the entrance of a fortified castle, Gerd kneels. You take it as the journey is over, so you stand and leap to the ground, pleased to be on your feet again.

��Stay here. I'll be back to get you once the king is ready,” Gerd orders.

You reply with a brief nod, watching as she opens the door to the castle, sinking into the darkness within. The door closes behind her. In the meantime, you sit on the upper step with your feet dangling off the edge as you stare out at the village. A few Giants spare you a look, but none of them approach you. It's better this way, you reckon.

A short amount of time passes, then the door opens again. Before you can glance back, the shadow of a hand dwarfs you. It's so unexpected that you do not move in time before a Giant grabs you by the back of the shirt, lifting you in the air.

“H-hey. Put me down.”

A deep chuckle is the only reply you get. Whoever they are, leads you into the castle like a mother cat carrying her kitten. You have no idea where they are taking you, more focused on keeping your shirt from choking you to death, but thankfully, the trip does not take long. Behind another door, you see Gerd and another Giant resting on an enormous throne; King Herald, you are certain. The former stares at you with wide shocked eyes.

“Look what someone left on our doorstep,” the Giant carrying you says with a chuckle.

“Loki,” Herald chides.

You hear him hum in disappointment, then he unceremoniously lets you go. You shout in fear, but thankfully Loki catches you in his other hand. A clever ruse. On your back, trembling, you stare up in shock and irritation at him, but he simply sticks out his tongue to mock you. This is him? Prince Loki.

She wants me to marry him?

He is extremely handsome, yes, with long light hair and muscular tattooed arms, but his people skills need work. You understand that you are the child of Elbaph's nightmare, but treating you like a toy is uncalled for. Standing on your feet, albeit unsteadily, you straighten out your clothes, then square your shoulders. Loki tilts his head.

“Oh.”

“That was–”

No. No, no.

Behave. You had promised Perospero that you would be sweet. As much as you want to cuss him for scaring the hell out of you, doing so would only exacerbate the situation. You take a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders.

“Thanks for catching me.” Despite your appreciation, your tone has a bite to it.

Loki hums. He gives you a look of disappointment, but like the flip of a coin, his expression changes.

“I'm undecided.”

“Undecided,” Herald repeats.

What does he mean? You stare at him in disbelief, waiting for an explanation, but Loki gives none. He rudely lifts you again by your shirt, then ambles over to Gerd, handing you off to her. You are never going to get used to this.

“But Loki…” Herald tapers off, then sighs. “A week, son.”

Whether he heard him or not, Loki walks out of the room without a word.

You are in shock. This is not at all what you had expected.

He was supposed to say no.

Why didn't he?

–

It takes three days, three long and infuriating days for you to come up with an answer to an existing question of yours. Why didn't Loki say no?

At first, you had thought that he might have warmed up to the idea of marrying you, but based on the past, and the blatant display of displeasure he seemed to show when you met his gaze, you quickly dismissed it. Then, you had thought that maybe he just needed some time alone and away from you, but somehow, no matter where you had escaped to he always seemed to be. In this time, he went to any length to annoy or fluster you, either by humiliating you or making comments that boiled your blood.

The reason for his answer is simple, you come to realize.

He's torturing me.

With a sigh of annoyance, you flop down on your bed, a frame made of blocks with a foam mattress that Road reluctantly put together for you. Gerd leans down, giving you a look of pity.

“Are you OK?” She asks.

No, you certainly are not. The memory of the last confrontation with Loki is still fresh in your mind. Your face feels heated.

“Did I set myself up for that one?” You ask.

Gerd snorts. “You sort of did.”

Wonderful.

“I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

You could not help it, though. Loki had been itching for a confrontation. You had been down at the river when it happened.

A bright pink salmon several times bigger than you leaps upstream and then disappears within the water’s depth. It's truly unbelievable just how massive everything on Elbaph is. You can hardly contain your curiosity as you rest on Goldberg's shoulder as he prepares a fish net - Gerd claims that he's an amazing cook.

“Do the salmon get bigger than that?” You ask him.

It's been like this most of the day. You ask questions and either Gerd or Goldberg answers you, seemingly unphased by your curiosity. There is still an air of uncertainty around them whenever they meet your eyes, but at least they are kind enough to talk to you. Some of the Giants turn up their noses and ignore you - Prince Hajrudin for one - but you do not hold it against them.

“Shome do. If they shurvive the Underworld below, they will shpawn and leap back up the waterfall,” Goldberg lisps.

You imagine fish as big as ships in the Underworld. It makes you feel a little uneasy with your brothers docked below, but you know they can take care of themselves if the need should arise.

The sound of heavy footsteps nearby catches your attention, but immediately you come to dread looking as you meet eyes with Loki. Even resting on Goldberg's shoulder, amongst the folds of his gray cape, you know he sees you. His tongue slips from his mouth, wetting his upper lip, and then, much to your dismay, he approaches.

Strands of the cook's dark orange hair brushes you as he, too, takes notice.

“Prince Loki.”

“That won't do,” Loki opines. He looms over you, staring into the water with a thoughtful look, then hums. “I know. The best way to catch a fish is bait.”

Bait. You gasp in shock as he suddenly lifts you, dangling you threateningly over the water. The fucker. He's getting off on how much power he has over you; it's annoying. Regardless, you bite back and insult, yanking aside the neckline of the shirt that Road had made for you.

“Put me down, please. This isn't fun for me.”

“That's a shame,” Loki teases. “I'm enjoying it.”

Of course, he is. You tighten your jaw.

“I'm sure you can satisfy your entertainment with something else aside from teasing me.”

“I'm sure I can, but right now, you're the only thing I want to play with,” Loki retorts.

For some reason, your mind goes straight to the gutter. It's his tone; the way his tongue peeks out from behind his teeth as though he might at any second taste you. Swallowing hard, you feel a tad bit warm under his playful gaze. It is not your intention to speak without thinking, but the words like vomit seem to pour out.

“Go play with yourself. You have two hands, don't you?”

The grin on his face falters a moment, then Loki guffaws. You feel like a ball hanging from a string, rocking unsteadily back and forth until his sudden bout of laughter stops. Not even Goldberg knows what to say, staring in confusion at the interaction in front of him. His gaze changes, becoming predatory. Like a lone wolf about to take a bite.

“You wouldn't match up to my size anyway. But it might be fun to see how far I can take you before you break.”

You aren't quite sure if he had said anything after that, but you are certain he left you with an unexpected size kink. By the time you had returned to the library - your temporary room - it felt like your body had been left out in the sun too long.

You are exhausted; this entire situation is exhausting. With a groan, you sit up and face Gerd. The same question has been plaguing you since the day you met the youngest prince.

“Why do you think Loki hasn't made up his mind yet?”

It's an honest question, one that Gerd does not seem to know. She hums with uncertainty.

“That's something you would have to ask him.”

Of course. You sigh. Maybe tomorrow, but certainly not today. You don't think you can ask him with a straight face so soon after the interaction, not while you are drunk on the memory of a spiteful quip.

Unfortunately for you, the question is left unanswered. You start to see less and less of Loki throughout the week until you are six days in. At breakfast, you see him briefly. He wanders by when you are seated between Gerd and Goldberg, telling the former to bring her pet Piper, a giant owl with light and dark alternating feathers, with her during the morning hunt. You consider asking him to come see you when he is done, but in the end, you decide against it. With one day left, despite wanting to know, you figure it does not matter as much as it had on day one.

The question, at the time, slips from your mind and so too does the Prince of the Giants. Until that night.

You are sitting on the sill of the library window, staring out at the vast landscape of Elbaph when the door creaks open. It's not unusual for someone in the castle to wander in during the night when sleep is far from their minds, but normally they knock first. You don't care to peek, expecting a thrall, but when the glass reflects the muscular, yet thin frame of the youngest prince, you quickly glance over your shoulder at him. What is he doing here?

Swallowing hard, you ignore his sudden presence, turning back toward the window. You watch him in anticipation as he rests, legs spread in a wooden stargazer chair. A tense awkward moment passes, and though you had expected him to speak, his question makes you tense up.

“You have a Devil Fruit, no?”

You take an uneasy breath.

“Yeah.”

It's not like it's a big secret. While considered rare, a great many notable people have eaten them. Though oddly, you have not seen anyone on Elbaph with a Devil Fruit power.

“Show me,” Loki demands.

“I can't,” you admit. “I made a promise to your father, the king, that I would not use my power while I'm here.”

Loki whistles, impressed.

“You must be something special then.”

An air of sadness washes over you. No, not really. The reality of the situation is a bit of a letdown.

“It's not impressive. I can increase and decrease the size of whomever or whatever I touch,” you explain. “Including myself.”

Which would come in handy on an island like Elbaph, but promises are promises, something Loki does not seem to care about.

“Show me.”

You tighten your jaw.

“I already told you, I–”

“Do you always do as you're told? Things would be so much easier if you lived how you wanted to,” Loki interrupts. You watch him tilt his head back, as though he is lost in a memory.

He has a point.

But you can't.

“Only those with power can live how they want,” you utter.

Loki snorts.

“So we can agree on something.”

How ironic. You stand with a grunt, turning toward him. He rests his head against the backboard of the chair, lazily watching you as you do so. It's hard to deny, but he looks tempting, so tempting, you feel a bit overwhelmed.

“Did you really come here to ask me about my Devil Fruit power?” You ask while tilting your head.

“Maybe,” Loki answers. His grin widens. “I'll tell you if you show me.”

He's persistent. You sigh in annoyance. Does it honestly matter though? Aside from your curiosity, it satisfies nothing.

“I'm not that interested.”

His humor fades and though his expression becomes aloof, he straightens in the chair.

“Oh. Then I guess you won't be interested to know I am in favor of the marriage proposal.”

What. Why? You knit your brows.

“You can't be serious.”

“You'll never know,” Loki states.

The nerve of him. With an irritated grunt, you climb down the sill, then use your power to increase your size. It's a known fact the Giants of Elbaph are around 20 meters tall, and though you can grow much taller than Big Mom, you still pale in comparison, which you soon learn, as Loki stands to gauge you.

“Is that all?” He asked tauntingly.

“I don't have awakened powers yet. 13.50 meters is as tall as I can get,” you admit.

Mid chest is as far as you can reach.

“We made a deal. Please answer the question,” you state.

“Did we?” Loki asks. He hums as if to say ‘I don't recall ever doing that’.

Closing the gap in a heated rush, you place the palm of your hand against his chest.

“I told you how my power works. Unless you want to be the one looking up at me, then I suggest you tell me why.”

Loki brings up his hands in defense. He seems more humored than scared, to your annoyance.

“Hey now. I was only joking.” His abs flex, and though you are flustered by this action, you keep your hand where it is as if to warn him. It gets worse when his tone changes, becoming lax. “As far as I can tell, you don't actually want to go through with the arrangement.”

“That's…not true,” you attempt to lie. “I do want to marry you.”

Snorting, Loki takes hold of your wrist, lifting it above your head.

“Is that right? Because the entire time, you've been here, you've done your best to avoid me, and I know better than to believe that you were just giving me space,” he explains. “As desperate as your mamma is, she would have you try a lot harder.”

He's right. She would. Wooing him is what she would want. Or to turn yourself out to him. You tighten your jaw.

“I didn't because it wouldn't matter. I'm…not Lola. You never would have said yes to me.”

At the mention of Lola's name, he frowns. You wonder if he still thinks about her from time to time, about how she rejected him. In a way, you are a bit envious of her. She wanted to live her life freely and marry who she wanted to. You aren't sure you could ever disobey Mama like that.

Why couldn't I?

The woman clearly did not care about you. She had the right idea, to unite the races of the world, but her dream had become more of an obsession. Her gluttony and greed knew no bounds.

“You're a bargaining chip,” Loki states.

Hearing it out loud from the mouth of someone else just feels…heart-rending. You tighten your jaw. Regardless, it's true.

“Don't you think I know that?”

Loki bends to your ear. You aren't sure why, but his tone sounds almost wicked.

“What if I said you don't have to be? Agree to marry me, and you can live as freely as you like.”

You don't understand. He should not want to marry you, a child of Big Mom.

“Why?”

Loki grins. His tongue mischievously slips from his mouth.

“Because I don't like to see that woman get her way, and something tells me you don't either.”

The entire kingdom will be at war if you flee the wedding, but perhaps that is what Loki wants. But why? Because of Shanks, the Yanko who protects the island. Or because Loki knows he can beat her. Either way, it's a terrible idea. The consequences are too great, but there is something about the promise of freedom that hangs over you.

Under Big Mom, it's not possible.

“I want to live my own life.”

As free as Lola.

As if your words of rebellion light a fire in him, Loki releases you and runs his fingers down the length of your spine. It tickles, prompting you to arch your back, but more so, it feels good, too gentle for someone like him. Your heart races as you come to realize maybe you like how warm and defiant you are around him.

“You have a silver tongue, you know.” And muscles I'd love to bite, you opt not to mention.

“Oh,” Loki coos. “Trying to flatter me, are you?”

“No. Just hung up on what you said at the riverside,” you breathe.

To be honest, you haven't been able to think of much else aside from just how he would break you.

“It might be fun,” you echo back at him.

Loki snorts.

“Is that the aspiration of your mamma?”

He is going to kill the mood if he keeps spouting off about Mama. It's her aspiration to bring the Giants into her country. You don't have to sleep with Loki to achieve this, but you have a feeling he already knows. It's as you told Gerd; he loves to torture you.

“You talk too much.”

Loki fakes a pout.

“Do you wish for me to shut my mouth that badly?”

At this point, it doesn't matter if he does or doesn't, but to tease him, you answer.

“I honestly don't think you can.”

Pulling you closer, to your shock, his lips touch yours for a brief moment. When he leans back, he pokes his tongue out between his lips as if to say ‘Be careful what you wish for’. As it happens, this is exactly what you want.

“That's a start,” you state.

It's at this point, you realize you had bit off more than you could chew. Everything after that progressed so fast. It had started with a rough kiss, then moved into a sloppy make-out that sent shivers down your spine.

In a warm haze, you remove your clothes, losing yourself to salacious thoughts the moment Loki slides his pants off, revealing his cock to you. Unfortunately, you do not get to take in the moment. He presses you against the nearest bookshelf; the musty, lightly sweet scent of old books fills your nostrils.

With another brief, wet kiss, Loki hooks your legs over his shoulders and stands. The shelf to your back erases the fear of falling, but still, you bury your fingers in his hair to keep yourself steady. You have a feeling, however, that your attempt will soon be in vain. A pregnant silence looms in the air as you wait, anxious and in need of his attention. The moment it comes, you sigh in relief.

Loki gently tastes your sensitive skin as though he's testing your limits. It's when your back arches and your thighs tighten around him that he devours you. In an instant, your worries fade; you can hardly concentrate on anything but him, the lewd wet noises coming from between your thighs, and the way that he makes you feel.

Desperately, you want this pleasure to never end, but you are a fool for hoping. His calloused fingers tease your hole, one easing inside, then another to prepare you. The way you stretch to take him drives you feral. The first coherent thought that comes to mind sends you spiraling over the edge. You tighten your jaw, trying not to make a noise but your attempt is in vain; your body feels electrified. If oral feels this good, how will he feel inside you? Will his cock ruin you?

With a whine, you push against his head, pleased when he parts from you. While it is not terrible, the overstimulation is a bit too much.

“You did well, my betrothed,” he coos.

“Stop talking,” you utter, narrowing your eyes.

Loki chuckles. He sets you back on your feet, wobbly at first, then leaves you by the bookcase to rest on the stargazer chair, knees wide apart, giving you a teasing glimpse at his cock. Even at a height that will make this easy, you can tell that it will still be intense. Your heart races as he motions with two fingers for you to join him, the two fingers you are certain were inside you moments ago.

Breathe. I can take him.

You stride in confidence toward the chair, straddling the Giant's waist. Comfortable, you lean against his chest, capturing his lips a third time as he readies you, an action you are thankful for, especially when the head of his cock catches at your entrance, threatening to penetrate you.

It happens slowly, to your relief. Your body tenses as Loki raises his hips, easing as much of himself into you as he can. It's a tight fit, but one that is not too unbearable. You take a deep breath, remaining as still as possible. To you, it feels like losing your virginity all over again; the careful steps, the nervous anticipation. It's comical.

Once you are ready, you set the pace, rocking your hips deliberately slow. The muscles beneath you tense, eager but at your mercy. You offer Loki some relief, bouncing your hips, but then spitefully like a selfish god, you take it away, returning to the same slow and torturous pace as before.

It isn't all fun for you either, to be honest. You want to be fucked hard, left numb and satisfied, but the desperate look on his face tempts you to continue. Another round of inconsistent teasing passes before all the power you have over Loki gets torn away. You should not have tempted the wolf.

Warm calloused hands seize your hips. Loki eases you down, filling you, then bounces you on his cock, raising his hips to intercept each thrust. You can hardly keep up with him. After a few seconds of trying, you give up, allowing him to use you however he wishes. The most you can do is stimulate your sex; the combined pleasure makes you melt. Wave after wave courses through your body, growing stronger. A thin sheen of sweat covers you as you desperately hang on. Whatever sanity you have left vanishes the moment you lose control of your ability.

Your size wanes, a head or two shorter than before. Honestly, you are not sure. All you can tell is that the cock inside you feels thicker. The lewd sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room and the image of your hole stretched to its limit are enough to push you over the edge. Arching your back, you come hard, lost in pleasure, body trembling. For a moment, you swear you lose all sense of where you are.

When reality sets in, your thighs and stomach are coated in release, from both you and Loki. The man beneath you grins, leaning your breathless form against him. Your walls feel bare and worn, throbbing in protest. You hum.

“That could have been bad,” you utter, referring to your slip-up.

“You'll have plenty of chances to get used to me,” Loki retorts.

If anything, he's humorous. Sitting up, you give him a serious look.

“I don't know what you’ll be getting out of this marriage, aside from the thrill of angering Mama, but I agreed only because you promised me freedom.”

Loki grins. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Have a little trust in me.”

If only you had known how much trouble in the future those words would get you. Perhaps you would have declined. Perhaps not.

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ashdreams2023 · 3 months ago

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more Sub reader in a relationship with soft dom Loki/hard dom president Loki, please? 😭

Oh boy it’s been a while so forgive me if some things are repeated

Red hard dom, Green soft dom.

Soft dom Loki x reader x hard dom Loki

💚 One of his favorite things to do is leave love bites on you, he’s a dick because you could be cuddling and next thing you know he’s grinding and digging his teeth into your soft flesh

❤��His favorite place to take a nibble is your shoulders, hip and between your thighs

❤️ He’s not picky about where to lay you, if he felt like he needed you it doesn’t even matter if you’re in public, he’ll magic something up

💚 Hands possessively on your hips whenever you’re standing close

💚runs his finger over your lips when talking to you and sometimes holds the back of your neck as well

💚Little butt smacks when you’re dozing out

💚He gets your little rewards if you’re extremely good after a session

❤️He makes sure you remember your safe word because he knows he’s no mortal and you can only handle too much

❤️ His favorite position is anything with the mirror and you looking at yourself, it’s just sexy to see you all red and breathless

💚Let’s you wear his suit jacket sometimes and fool around till he decide he’s had enough of your cheekiness and pounds you to next week

💚❤️The pet names are always ranging from overly sweet and romantic to down straight degrading and you wouldn’t have it any other way

❤️This man is so mean! Like you’re minding your business and the next second he picks you with his dick hard and ready to give you the night of your life

💚 Very strict about what you put in your stomach before intimacy because god he doesn’t want to have you throwing up all over

💚❤️Very much a fan of choking

❤️ An even more bigger fan of cock warming

#loki god of mischief #loki smut #loki mcu #imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki friggachild #loki friggason #loki layfeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x gender neutral reader #loki layfeyson imagine #loki laufeyson smut

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auroracalisto · 4 months ago

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loki x gn!reader, 574 words summary: loki's angry, trying to push you away. just a few soft gestures will make him melt. a/n: technical established friendship? could be relationship if you squint.

Loki was angry. That was understandable. The anger seeping off of him like a thick smoke traced his every movement. His eyes were locked onto you, keeping you from breathing; he wouldn't just let you be there with him.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

His words had far more bite than his voice, though. He knew why you were there, just as much as he knew why he was angry. But he wouldn't tell you that. He would rather settle in his anger than let you in on what had upset him so, regardless of how that made you feel. Regardless of how alone it subsequently made him.

You had come to Asgard with the prince—a human who had first been friends with Thor and then gained the trust of his brother. You had been here time and time again, but never once had you seen the true effects of their father. Thor had been upset, but not like Loki was.

What had he even said to him to make him react this way?

"I came to see if you were okay," you softly said, arms wrapping around your torso. You kept your eyes on his.

"You should leave."

"I'm not leaving."

Your voice remained the same—soft, steady, and only giving truthful words. You weren't leaving him just because he said that—not unless he truly meant it. And as of right now, you knew your dear friend didn't mean it.

He swallowed thickly and looked away from you, peering out the window of his room.

"What happened, Loki?"

"Nothing."

"Loki..."

He clenched his jaw.

"It is nothing that a lowly Midgardian should worry themselves with," he said, turning to face you. "You have no reason to even be here. Will you listen to me for once and leave?"

You paused.

"I'm not leaving, Loki," you said.

"No?" he said, blinking slowly as he watched you. He took a step closer, tilting his head. "You Midgardians are so full of yourselves. Leave, before I make you regret it."

"Look, Loki, I—"

"I am not asking!" his voice boomed, and he crossed the room to you in a matter of seconds. He grabbed you by your shoulders, giving you a good shake as he looked down at you. His hands are cold, and he wants you to think that he is furious, but you can feel the way he trembles.

"Leave me," he said, but he doesn't have as much gumption as he once did. He stared you down, eyes searching yours. "Please."

"Is that truly what you want?" you softly asked, gently grabbing onto his wrists to pull them away from your shoulders.

"Yes."

You frowned softly, watching him. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek in goodbye.

His arms suddenly wrapped around your body, pulling you close. You yelped softly in surprise, your arms going around his torso as he hugged onto you.

"What—"

"—I changed my mind," he simply said, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He sucked in a shaky breath, just holding you.

You said nothing more, resting against him. Clearly, whatever had happened had gotten to him. You wondered if he'd ever had a shoulder to cry on—a body to hold when the pains of the world seeped into his very pores.

No matter—you'd be that for him, if he wanted you to be.

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sillyhanako · 3 months ago

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౨ৎ﹒not with us, us, us﹐゛

୧﹒your life as JULIAN LOKI's sibling ☆

﹒꒦꒷ cw﹔can be read as m!reader or gn!reader, big paragraphs, The Shidou Treatment, lower case intended and thats pretty much it

୧ ₊˚ 688 wc ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

꒱﹒a/n : julian nation make some noise!!!

ー﹕m.list﹐

you get to be utterly spoiled by him, he takes you with him to buy the weekly groceries and you manage to "sneak" some snacks in (he definitely caugh you and was about to remove them and scold you about how unhealthy they are but he unfortunately cant resist your cute victorious look). gives you a huge monthly allowance but sometimes if youre saving it for something he lets you use his black card, and takes you out shopping whenever he notices you switch to a new aestethic. everybody even his teammates tell him hes spoiling you too much but hes convinced theyre overdramatic and " me? ahaha no im not spoiling them rotten - im just doing my job as a big brother! "

you get to be at pxg's practice matches, holding the water bottles and towels but sometimes even subbing in for lolz ,but the opposing team arent so happy about this because you and julian on the same teams just means trouble and wipes out all hopes to score goals. you and julian are so in sync its impossible to break through you, you dont even need to call for passes or think about a strategy, after all this what happens when youve been passing to him since 7.

you decided to follow your brother's footsteps and youve talked to him about it, he ofcourse was happy for you and was more than exited to follow his career but with you besides him. So naturally he bought you with him to the Neon Egoist League seeing that it was a big opportunity to hone your skills how isnt it honed after all these years?

being THE Julian Loki sibling isnt something to take lightly, or so told by his fans. even though you dont lean to the fame side you do take few photoshoots just because youre in a good mood, and god do they blow up. You play as the "wild card" in matches, only subbing in when faced with a particularly hard team. scoring a "few" goals wich ended with the PxG winning. After few hours after the match you find your edits on tiktok. (you liked them). You enjoyed replying to them with "damn whos that" or "i lowkey look fine 😍"

Either playing on the field or sitting on the bench you get to witness the chaotic blue lockians beef live. Everybody tries to separate the beefers but you werent even trying, it was way too hard to get up from the bed this morning and now you gotta be forced to separate two wild dogs? No thanks. But you do take a video which you post on the main gc after the match.

With the new blue lock memebers on your team you ofcourse got curious about their play style, their personnalities and whatnot. meanwhile Shidou got his eyes on you the moment you stepped on the field, the moment you scored a goal, he claimed you made him "explode" while you were looking at him like ??? He would throw himself on you so much to the point you now perfectly dodge him, he would post a pic of you and him on his private twitter account with a school-girl-in-love bio. He kept bothering you for your contact information for so long you gave up and gave it to him. The first 14 spam messages were a sign that this was a bad idea and silencing him was the best choice.

Speaking of your contact info you get added to so much groupchats its insane and its just between the blue lockians.. so why are you even there!?!?! The groupchats consisted of "normal" ones, of -2 braincells one to chill in and have unlogical conversations, multiple of absolutely terrifying ones that if you say a single wrong word EVEN a typo... you get absolutely flammed. But not you ofcourse - you rarely chat and flamming you would just mean youll never say a thing again, and definetly not beacuse of someone with blonde hair and pink tips would chew out anyone who looks the wrong way at you.

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jiyascepter · 10 months ago

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Congrats on 1k followers!!!

It's totally fine if it doesn't inspire you but here's a song lyric for Bucky or Loki (author's choice!)

"All this time I was finding myself while I didn't know I was lost."

Found You

MASTERLIST The Tunes & Tales Collection (Masterlist Soon!)

Pairing: Loki x gn!reader

Words: 940

Requested by: @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Prompt: -> "All this time I was finding myself while I didn't know I was lost."

Warnings/Content: pure fluff; cuddly loki, cozy setting, established relationship, lots of kisses ♡

Summary: Loki and you find solace and deep connection in your fleeting time together.

A/n: Thank you soo much for the request @ijuststareatstuffhereok89! It means so much that you requested because you're such a talented writer yourself!! Big fan here !! Hope this oneshot meets your expectations 💖

The summer rain was tapping softly against the windows of the cozy apartment you and Loki shared. The once bright and warm day had given way to a cool, gray ambiance that made the inside feel snug and inviting.

The scent of rain was mingling with the faint, lingering aroma of the lunch you had prepared and enjoyed together.

You were standing at the kitchen sink, the sound of running water blending with the rain outside as you washed the lunch utensils.

The soft light from the overcast sky filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the kitchen.

The air was pleasantly cool, a refreshing change from the usual summer heat, making the whole place feel like a comfortable haven.

As you were working, you felt Loki’s presence from your bedroom emerging. The God had come to stay with you, seeking refuge from the burdens of his past and the expectations that came with his Asgardian heritage.

He had needed a break from the relentless demands of his princely duties and the complex relationship with his family.

Here, in your small apartment, he found solace and a sense of normalcy he had never known, with you.

However, the reality of his situation was never far.. Loki was a prince of Asgard, and his time on Earth was always going to be temporary.

The day he would have to return was approaching, and you both knew it. But for now, you were determined to make the most of the time you had together.

“Hey,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder while you work. “Hey yourself,” you say with a chuckle, nudging him with your elbow away playfully.

“We’re not playing that game again, darling,” he says and wraps his arms around your waist again, tighter than before. You could feel his breath on your neck, making a cold shiver run down your body.

“Loki,” you murmur with a smile, pausing your task as you lean back into his embrace.

He smiles against you and uses his telekinetic abilities to put away the bowl you were washing. “How about you leave this task for later?”

You sigh playfully and pick the bowl again, “I have only a few left to do,” you reply, though you really wanted to melt under his touch.

Loki's grip tightens ever so slightly as he places a soft kiss on the side of your neck. “You’re getting a break, we’ll do this together later” and before you could protest, he picked you up in a bridal carry to your bedroom, where you could see the rain repeatedly beat against the glass window more properly, the lights of the skyscrapers blurring from the water.

Carrying you effortlessly, Loki made his way back to the bedroom, placing a kiss here and there on your face while you giggled from the tickles.

Who knew the man who hated being vulnerable would find such joy in simple domestic moments?

He gently laid you down on the bed, the cool sheets a welcome contrast to his warm embrace.

Loki leaned over you, his eyes finding yours when he kissed your forehead softly then laid next to you, wrapping his arms around your body.

He noticed your silence, shifting closer to you. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You smile and nod, taking one of his hands to fiddle with his fingers, “just thinking..” He looked at you playing with his fingers then at your face, “about what?”

You hesitate, sighing. “About everything. About how much has changed.”

Loki’s eyes soften, then cups one of your cheeks and tilts your face up at him to meet his blue eyes. “I know what you mean. All this time, I was finding myself, without even realizing I was lost.”

You turn your hand over, threading your fingers through his. “But look at you now. You’re not anymore, are you?”

He smiles, a rare and beautiful sight that you cherished every time. “No, because I found you.”

He takes your hand and places a few appreciative kisses on your knuckles. You chuckle and pull the covers on you both more cozily, nuzzle against each other. “Stay here Loki.”

He raises an eyebrow and looks at you,”Hm? What was that?”

“Stay here for a bit longer with me,” you notice how needy you sounded at that and blush, “please?”

He lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing softly in the quiet intimacy of the room. His fingers trace gentle patterns on your hand, a reassuring touch that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

"I thought you'd never ask," Loki murmurs, his voice carrying a warmth that melts away any lingering doubts. You shift closer, wrapping your arms around him as if to shield him from the uncertainties of the outside world.

He notices the shift in your position. "Darling," he whispers, his breath brushing against your ear, "for you, I would stay forever if I could."

You smile in relief, feeling his warmth and reassurance. Snuggling closer into his embrace, you breathe in his familiar scent, savoring the quiet moment together.

The soft patter of rain outside continues its soothing rhythm, cocooning you both in a tranquil haven.

“I'm so glad I found you,” he whispers, pressing another tender kiss against your forehead, “'cause you helped me find myself.”

“Just don't go,” you say desperately clinging to his warm body under the covers.

“I won't sweetheart.” He smiles down at you.

With that promise hanging in the air, you let yourself relax fully into his arms, both of you drifting in a deep slumber in the cozy covers.

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pyxiverse · 2 months ago

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Caught In The Act

Premise: Loki’s creating mischief as he always does and catches y/n reading something surprising

CW: smut mentioned not described otherwise fluffy wholesome one shot

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It was a uniquely quiet afternoon in the Avengers tower. Sun shone through the floor to ceiling windows onto the large expensive white couch where Y/n laid shamelessly reading smut on their phone.

It was then that they felt a light breeze on their ear. Thinking it was a fly, they mindlessly swatted it away with one hand. Their eyes were still focused on the story in front of them. They felt a tickle on the back of their neck and scratched it absentmindedly. Then they heard what sounded like a muffled snicker from behind them. Frustrated they whipped their head around.

“What the hell-“ they questioned. There was nothing there. They give the empty space behind them a confused look before deciding it was nothing and turning back to their phone. A minute or two of silent reading their dirty fan fiction passed.

Out of nowhere a voice came from behind them. “How can you read such filth with a straight face?”

“Ahhhhhhh!” Y/n screamed as they dropped their phone onto the floor beside the couch. “What the hell Loki!”

He had just appeared over her shoulder and he was laughing like a madman. “I’d say…I’m sorry, darling but…I’d be lying…Your face…it was…priceless!” He said through his laughter as he clutched his stomach.

They should have known it was too quiet to be believed. Y/n gave him an aggravated expression that quickly melted into a smile with their laughter. “It’s not funny” y/n said holding up a finger and giggling. He looked at them with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as if to say a sarcastic, “really?” Y/n’s hand went flying down to their lap and they responded to his look with a whined “it’s not!” But they couldn’t help it they were laughing even harder as they said it. When y/n stopped laughing they bent down to pick up their fallen phone, checking for a crack. It was all clear.

Calming his laughter to a chuckle, Loki ordered y/n to “move over.” They did so, scooting as far to the end of the couch as they could get. Loki flung himself over the arm of the couch which gave a small groan as he landed next to y/n. He left his right arm sprawled out on the arm rest behind y/n’s head.

“How long were you standing there?” Y/n asked as he settled. Their face was slightly reddened with the knowledge of what they had been reading. “Long enough, darling. Long enough,” he chuckled.

He poked y/n with his free hand, “And you never answered my question” he jested. Y/n looked at him inquisitively but he explained further before they got a chance to ask. “How can you read such filth with a straight face?”

Their face reddened even further and they felt the need to shrink into the couch. “I read it for the writing…” y/n lied.

“Y/n, my dear, I was reading over your shoulder. If you think that’s good writing-“

“It’s not! It’s bad writing but that’s what makes it so funny! It’s like a comedy!”

“You didn’t seem to be laughing” he chortled.

“Oh shut it” y/n said giggling and snuggling in closer to Loki. The two of them stayed like that for a little while until Loki broke the silence.

“You gonna finish that story?”

“What?”

“Did you wanna finish that thing you were reading. I mean I just kind of interrupted you when I scared you-“ he spoke so fast his words almost slurred together.

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god! You liked it!”

“No! No, I did not! You’re being ridiculous!” He tried to defend himself over the sound of y/n’s hysterical laughter. “I didn’t! I swear! I was just trying to be nice because YOU were enjoying it!”

The sound of y/n’s laughter continued to echo throughout the room. They wheezed letting out a struggled, “You totally did!…Oh my god…you’re blushing!” Tears were welling up in y/n’s eyes. Loki did not look amused. He grumbled and turned his head away from y/n and took a deep breath. He waited for y/n as they sighed dramatically to calm their laughter. “Oh god…my stomach hurts.”

Loki turned back to y/n. “Are you quite finished?”

“Yeah..yes I’m sorry I just never thought that poorly written…smutty…Destiel fan fiction would be your kind of thing.” Y/n said through more laughter.

“Oh just get on with it”

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hearts4court · 1 year ago

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i want them to eiffel tower me.

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monstersandgenderqueers · 29 days ago

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Little Gifts (Part Two)

So the first gift didn't work. You cross your fingers and hope for the best with the second gift, your heart aching as you wonder if Loki's dislike for you is personal or if he just really, really hates gifts.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader (he/him and she/her for Loki in this chapter)

Word count: 2419

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A/N: I couldn't sleep last night because of this. Oof. Anyways...

Divider credit @/saradika

You don't have to wait very long before finding out whether Loki accepted your gift or not.

After opening all of your curtains, you're briefly disappointed to see dark clouds looming heavily over the compound. The feeling goes away quickly, though, in favor of thoughts of spending the day inside to catch up on all that you'd neglected the day before. You get dressed into something decent and comfortable and walk to the kitchen, with a spring in your step.

Sitting between you and your coffee is Loki. He has his legs crossed and a whole pot of tea on the table beside him, with a steaming mug in one hand and a book, your book, in the other.

Based on his progress, he must've been reading for hours already. That giddy feeling bubbles up again, and you clench your fists to restrain the urge to flap your hands like a little bird trying to fly away for the very first time.

You fail to hold back the slight whine, which alerts him to your presence.

"Is something the matter?" he asks, his brows scrunched and raised in the way that sends a fresh wave of fluttery feelings. He waits patiently for your answer, staring at you in a way that's softer than his usual glares.

"Uhm… no, not really," you quietly reply, fidgeting with your hands to redirect the urge to stim.

"Are you certain? You are usually asleep at this hour."

You glance at the kitschy clock just above the espresso machine. It is indeed early, only half past six. "Oh… I didn't notice." Maybe that's why it seemed so dark when you woke up…

Wait, he notices when I usually wake up?

He interrupts your thinking, "Having trouble staying asleep?"

"Yeah, I guess so," you want to say more, much more, but the words in your head are all tangled up, and the way he looks at you is making it much, much worse. You clear your throat and make your coffee, trying to ignore the new weird feeling that pops up when he turns in his seat to watch you. It's tingly and warm.

You try your hand at small talk. "So… uhm… what are you reading?" you ask, as if you don't know.

"A fantasy novel," he briefly looks at the cover, "a gift from a secret admirer, it seems."

"A-admirer?"

Oh no… does he think I have a crush on him? I don't, obviously, so I can't let him think that…

He continues, "Yes, an admirer. I cannot imagine anyone purposefully giving me something with such precious thoughts engraved inside, unless they craved intellectual intimacy."

Your brain stops for a second. Can he hear your heart stutter?

Drat, I should've just gotten him a new copy. I thought it would be nice to give him one with all of my ideas, it'd be really nice to hear his, too…

What the heck is intellectual intimacy?

However, you can't deny how the warmth gets more intense the more you think about Loki touching the book you held so dearly before, and him reading what is essentially a diary embedded between the lines of a story.

Unfortunately for you, the feeling doesn't feel the same as embarrassment. It's… familiar, but so uncommon that you can't name it.

He chuckles quietly behind you, making your ears heat up faster than the water in the Keurig.

You're not brave enough to turn around yet, but you find the will to string together a sentence. "Do you like the book so far?"

The chair creaks as he shifts his weight. You turn to look at him, as is polite when talking with someone, but you whip your head back around when you see him staring at you.

The brief glimpse you got was enough. He must've done something different with his hair… you swear it didn't use to look so long and curly and luxurious. It falls over his shoulders and down his chest elegantly, shiny against the black knit sweater he's wearing.

He's so pretty.

You squeak as if startled by your own thoughts, and realize you had been so absorbed in the way he looks that you didn't notice him speaking.

"...thoughts are quite humorous and stimulating."

You grab your coffee and hold the mug in your hands close to your chest, almost like a shield that prevents him from seeing how hard your heart beats in your chest.

"Hm? Whose thoughts?"

"The person who wrote in this book. I am unsure whether it is actually the person who gave it to me, though, since the Captain made me aware of 'secondhand' bookshops not too long ago. I doubt a book like this could be sold, though, which leads me back to the theory of a secret admirer," he says slowly and clearly, almost like he wants you to understand something that he did not say.

Hm. You don't remember writing anything particularly funny. Most of your notations were related to other things you had read, making connections that helped you remember the story as you read it. History and mythology, mostly, and sometimes your own experiences.

Oh. Is he making fun of me? Are my ideas silly? Giving that book to him was a bad idea. I'm so dumb.

You look at everything but him as you respond, "Oh. Okay. Uhm… good luck? I think I'll just go back to my room…" You hope that was the right thing to say, enough to dismiss what he could potentially be implying.

You see his disappointment for a brief moment before you walk swiftly out of the kitchen and away from him, holding the mug tightly even though it's getting far too hot for your hands.

Several days pass before you're strong enough to stay in the same vicinity as Loki. You try to make it not obvious, like quickly grabbing something from the kitchen and leaving, if he was there, or pretending you forgot you had a meeting in a few minutes if he sat down on the sofa you frequently lounge on. Your hard work paid off—he doesn't stare at you so intensely anymore.

Your luck had to run out sometime, though. The moment you step outside, ready to go for a jog, Thor calls out your name and waves you over to where he's standing with Loki. "Come! We're going into town!"

"But I'm—"

"Ah, but you promised!" he says, still smiling. He pats Loki a bit hard on the back, "my brother could use some time away from the compound." Loki glares at him, but Thor continues, "he's been moping around the last few days. Come along?"

He phrased it like a question, but you know Thor would find some way to drag you along. "Uhm… okay. Just let me get something nicer to wear—"

"Nonsense! What you're wearing is fine." Thor nudges Loki again, prompting him to say something.

Loki looks you up and down before he replies monotonously, "Yes. You look fine." Some of the edge in his features leaves, the sharpness of his jawline softening ever so slightly.

You know you don't have your wallet, just your phone and earbuds, but maybe that'll be enough for whatever the brothers have planned. "Okay, then."

Moments later, a black car pulls up. Thor glances at Loki and then takes his seat next to the driver. Loki rolls his eyes, looking peeved at something that Thor did that you didn't quite catch.

He opens the car door for you, making you hesitate before you step in and buckle up. "Than—" he slams the door shut before you can finish, walking around to open the opposite door and take his seat. Thor laughs very quietly, but you hear it anyway, wondering what's so amusing.

Although the car is definitely big enough for two adults to sit comfortably in the back seat, you can still feel his presence. Being so near to Loki makes the hairs on your arms raise, though it isn't unpleasant. It feels closer to the warm tingly sensation you've started to have whenever you're near him.

Don't think about it. Maybe it'll go away? Like dizziness?

Loki stares out the window the entire ride to town, speaking only short, clipped sentences when responding to Thor.

You don't really pay attention to their conversation, your own thoughts proving to be quite a distraction.

Why do I feel the same around Loki as I did around my crush in high school? I felt all warm and tingly and giddy when he sat next to me in class, like—

Oh. Well, that explains a lot, doesn't it? This realization makes the remainder of the car ride far worse than when it started. Each mile feels like it takes eons to cover, and you're more aware of Loki than you ever were before.

He shifts his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and it makes your heart jolt and your eyes dart over. His hands are folded on his lap, and you admire the shape of them before you catch Thor staring at you, twisted in his seat with a cheshire-like grin. You look away, heat crawling up your neck and your cheeks. You sink deeper into your seat, and hope that Thor isn't a mindreader. Or Loki, for that matter.

You step out of the car and wait next to Thor for Loki. Looking over, you're startled to see a woman stepping out of the car in Loki's place. You glance at Thor, and he doesn't seem phased whatsoever.

Oh. It's just Loki.

Whether Loki's shifted to remain undisturbed while out in public, or for gender expression, you keep quiet and give Loki a tiny little smile.

"Come along little mortal, sister," Thor says, leading the way. You trail behind the siblings, starting to realize that Thor is up to something. His hushed whispers in Loki's direction and his indiscreet backwards glances towards you are enough to tip you off.

After a few blocks of walking around the downtown area, Thor finds a bench under the shade of an oak tree, and sits with his arms across the top.

"Uhm… is this where we're supposed to be going? I thought it was, like, a shopping trip…" you say, wringing your hands.

"Ah, yes. I thought you could show Loki around the bookshops here. She finished a novel this morning and lamented her boredom and frustration. An intrepid reader like yourself should be able to find something for Loki to devour."

Something about the way he phrased it makes your heart race. "Yeah, sure…"

You meander to the store you've been to dozens of times already, looking back a couple of times to make sure that Loki is following you. She is, quickly glancing away from you whenever you turn.

The doors to the store swing open as a couple walks out. They smile at you and Loki as the two of you walk inside. You try to smile back, but it looks more like a grimace. Loki must've noticed, because she suddenly appears mirthful.

"So… what books are you looking for?"

She came prepared. Pulling out a list from her pocket, she hands it to you. "Do you think they'll have any of these here?"

You look down and read her elegant scrawl, recognizing each and every title. It's a list of books you had cited in your many written ramblings in the book you gave her. "Oh… I'm not sure if they'll have these exact books, but—"

She lets out a great, dramatic sigh and tears the list from your hand. "I knew this was a silly idea," she says under her breath, tucking a raven curl behind her ear. Making brief eye contact with you, she draws together her brows in the way that makes your stomach flip each and every time.

"We can still look. I don't mind," you say, already heading towards the mythology section. Since she still has the list, and you can't quite remember the authors, you let her look over the endless rows of books. You do some browsing of your own, but for your own new interests. You pick up a couple of books, but then your mind switches gears.

Standing next to her, you get her attention with a tiny uhm, "May I ask you a personal question?"

She nods, her fingers briefly trailing the length of a book's spine in a very distracting way.

"So…" you pause, thinking of how to phrase this. "Since Thor's been calling you his sister, does that mean you feel that way today?"

Her icy eyes meet yours. This time, you don't look away. Her gaze feels warmer than usual, though they're still sharp and calculating.

"Yes," she replies shortly, as if she's unsure of your intentions.

"Oh. Okay. Just wondering. You're very lucky, I think."

She does the brow thing again. "Lucky? In what way?"

"You can just… be yourself. Whenever you want."

She looks like she wants to refute your statement, but she says instead, "Are you not?"

"Not really, no. I mean, lots of people can just be themselves, but not just on a whim or anything…"

Your mind wanders, thinking of the piercings and tattoos and other, more body-altering modifications you've seen or wanted for yourself. You must've been thinking for quite a long time, because Loki clears her throat and taps your shoulder.

"Going off on a tangent in your mind, again?"

"Huh? Oh… sorry."

"It's quite alright, little one. The face you make when you're thinking so deeply is quite endearing."

Before you can even begin to process what she just said, she's already around the corner, a stack of books in her arms as she presumably walks to the register. It takes another second or two to realize the books you were looking at were no longer in your hands.

You catch up to her just as she's paying for the books. "You don't have to get those…"

"Nonsense, dear. Besides, you forgot your wallet again, correct?"

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting to—again? How often do I forget my wallet?"

"Quite often, sweetheart. I've witnessed you run back inside the compound all the way to your room to retrieve it on plenty of occasions."

The fluttery feeling is back, soaring up up up and making your heart skip quite a few beats.

She looks at you like she knows something you don't as she pays for the books.

"Come, little one. Thor's waiting."

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