#loki x reader x fandral

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Two Fae in The Forest- Loki x Reader x Fandral

Summary: Loki and Fandral spot reader in the forest and decide to have a little fun

Word count: 1, 821

A/N: I have not written them as fae, it’s just a title 😅

While most who find themselves visiting Asgard are excited for the feasts and lavish way of life, you found yourself more excited for the wilderness. The forests, the streams, the creatures, they interested you far more than gowns and galas.

Since coming here from ‘Midgard’, as they called it here, with your friend Thor, you found you were out exploring most days. Both Lady Sif and Thor had offered to teach you how to ride a horse, but you preferred to walk. You wanted to see everything you could, and that would be easier to do on foot.

In fact, walking the forest was exactly how Loki and Fandral had found you. Fandral had drawn the short straw that day and was the one who had to ‘babysit’ Loki. He tried to keep a close eye on Loki, trying hard not to be tricked by him, and as they walked further together, he began to relax.

Sometimes Fandral could still see his old friend in the man Loki had become. Fandral had been Lokis friend for a long time, and he wanted to trust him, but he also didn’t want to be fooled.

This walk together felt like old times. He could see that version of Loki shining through, as they walked and talked with one another. Despite their current niceties however, Fandral still tried to keep his guard up, still cautious of the trickster Loki could be.

Fandral didn’t want to judge Loki the way he had to, I mean he wasn’t always naive to Loki’s ways. In fact he couldn’t deny that sometimes they would work as a team in Lokis trickery. It was never anything cruel or manipulative, simply for fun.

Like for example, if there were two princesses from neighbouring kingdoms who came to visit Asgard, it would be a lot easier working together to charm them back to their seperate quarters.

Fandral was a flirt, and Loki had a silver tongue, they worked quite well together and even learnt from one another. Luckily for the two friends, it was rare that they would both want the same woman. On occasions like that however, they found that sharing was a lot better than bickering. Again, working together.

Once Loki and Fandral had spotted you on their walk, they came to a halt. Looking to each other, they both wore a matching grin, and knew this was another time of sharing.

While Fandral viewed you as another gorgeous Midgardian that he could easily woo, Loki saw you more like sport. A sweet, attractive and curious human that he could enchant and use.

The image of Fandral and Loki hiding and looking at the soft Midgardian woman so hungrily, was nothing short of two fae watching an unexpecting human, before they are swept away.

Neither of them make a sound as they approach you from behind. A shout of surprise is let out as Fandral is the first to let his presence be known, lightly touching your hip, as he gracefully pushes his strong front against your back.

“Hello, darling,” Loki says, letting himself be known, as he comes out of the thick wooded area, like a predator hunting it’s prey.

Fandral’s grip on your hips tighten slightly as Loki stands before you, his finger and thumb now lightly lifting your chin. Loki stands so close that you can see all the different and enchanting shades in his eyes. Unlike Fandral, who holds you against himself, Loki does not touch you, but with every breath you take, your chest brushes softly against his.

“You know you shouldn’t be out here alone, sweetheart,” Fandral teases as his lips delicately begin to kiss along your neck.

Your eyes flutter and your breath hitches as Fandrals intoxicating lips make you shudder. Soon his kisses become hungrier and his touch filled with more desire. It becomes too much, and you can’t help but let your eyes shut as your head falls against his shoulder.

“Keep your eyes on me, sweet girl,” Loki whispers in your ear, his soft breath on your neck causing your body to shake more, as your body tingles with need.

Fluttering your eyes open, you notice Loki is even closer to you now. Once your eyes lock together, he begins to undo the bodice of your dress. His eyes never break from yours, and Fandrals kisses never cease.

“You know, Fandral is right, you shouldn’t be out here alone. There could be so many dangers out here,” Loki taunted with false concern.

Loki’s taunt caused Fandral to chuckle, as his passionate kisses turned into bites and nibbles. With your bodice now fully undone and the kisses becoming so rough on your delicate skin, you couldn’t help but moan as you throw your head back.

Loki watches you moan and writhe as you grind against Fandral, causing him to let out low moans of his own. Lokis eyes wander down to your chest, smirking as he sees your nipples have grown hard in the cool forest air.

His delicate fingers begin to lightly trace and pinch at them, causing you to gasp and become even more desperate.

“Ple-please,” you found yourself begging, your body desperate for more of their touch.

“What are you begging for, sweet girl?” Fandral whispered teasingly in your ear, as one of his hands replace Lokis on your breast, roughly kneading the soft flesh.

“I need you, ple-please. I need you both,” you continue to beg.

With your head against Fandrals shoulder, your body lazily grinds as you look between them both with hazy eyes.

“Both of us? Well aren’t you a greedy little girl,” Loki taunts with a large grin.

Loki’s hand comes around your throat, as he lightly pushes your head to face him, his lips now only a breath away from your own.

“Will you be good for us? Let us give and take pleasure from your beautiful body?” Loki asks you, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Yes, I’ll be good. Use me. Make me feel good. Just, please, touch me,” you reply to the god before you pathetically.

“Good girl,” Loki growls, as his grip on your throat tightens and he pushes his mouth roughly against yours.

You fight to keep up with the roughness of Loki’s kisses, as Fandral makes quick work of stripping you and himself of your remaining clothes.

Breaking away from the kiss, your mind is dizzy and your eyes are glazed.

“Kneel, darling,” Loki whispers against your lips as he stares into your eyes once again.

You lazily nod as knees begin to hit the cold floor of the forest. If you weren’t so enchanted by the man above you, and now the one behind you, you might care about how the rough floor of the forest feels against your knees.

“Good girl,” Fandral whispers into your ear, as his warm naked body presses against yours, and his strong hands knead your hips.

“Hands and knees, open your mouth for me, and arch your back for Fandral,” Loki orders once again.

Your eyes don’t break from his as you do exactly what he asks. Once in position, Loki roughly grabs a hold of your hair as he pushes your head and spine even further back.

Your scalp stings slightly from the rough treatment, but you don’t have time to complain or care, as Loki swiftly pushes his impressive length into your awaiting mouth.

Loki looks down at you, as both of his hands hold your head still, and he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth.

“Are you ready, sweet girl?” Fandral whisper’s in your ear.

Loki draws your head off of his cock so you can answer.

“Yes,” you plead with a weak sigh, trying hard to look behind you.

“Look at me while he fills you up,” Loki orders, as he pushes your head back to face him.

Your face begins to contort in pleasure as Fandral slowly fills you up.

While Loki is rough and dominant, Fandral is gentle but passionate. The mix of both men drives you mad.

“Such a tight little pussy!” Fandral grunts as he begins to thrust into you, one hand gripping your hip, while the other grabs your breast.

Smirking down at you, Loki grabs your head and plunged into you once again, pushing your head and his hips to chase his pleasure.

“Fuck! It’s been so long since I’ve fucked a sweet little Midgardian like you! Tight little pussy, taking me so well,” Fandral praises you as his pace and roughness speeds up.

With the mix of Fandrals praise and Lokis devilish face looming over you, it all begins to become too much, and you can feel that delicious tightness in you begin to twist.

Loki can see you’re close too, as his thrusts begin to speed up.

“Don’t you dare finish before me,” he scowls above you, “you will swallow everything I give you,” Loki pants out as his hard thrusts become sloppier.

There’s nothing you can or want to do as Lokis release mixes with the saliva that is flowing from your mouth. Wanting to be good for him, you swallow everything he gives you. As he pulls out of you, you prove how good you’ve been by opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out for him.

He smiles down at you with a gentle grin, as he crouches down to your level, Fandral only slightly easing up.

“Good girl. Will you be good for Fandral and take everything he gives you too?” Loki sweetly asks as he gently pushes your fussed up hair behind your ear, and wipes your face clean with his thumb.

“I’ll be good…” you lazily drawl out, Lokis hold on your cheek and Fandrals hold on your body the only things keeping you up.

Loki smiles as he goes to sit beside you both, to watch.

Once Loki is seated, Fandral wastes no time in pushing your back against his front and thrusting into you harshly once again. Now with Loki gone, it seems Fandral takes on a more dominating role.

One of his biceps is wrapped around your throat, while his other hand it wrapped around your middle, and his fingers begin to play with your clit.

“Fuck! I’m so close. Such a tight little pussy. Such. A. Good. Little. Girl!” He praises as he thrusts into you.

With a stamina you’ve never experienced, Fandral seems to fuck into and praise you for another 10 minutes, before he finally finishes inside you.

Fandral is not as controlling as Loki, and did not make you beg for your release. Instead he pleaded for you to finish, over and over again. So much so, that by the time he finishes, you are already quaking with overstimulation.

Pulling out of you gently, both Fandral and Loki lay you on a soft cloak, as they stroke and kiss your tired body.

[lokisrealpurpous]

I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas and I apologise for not posting in quite a while.

I have begun writing a book on Wattpad named "Shattered: lokis story" which is a book about Lokis' teenage years, including relationships, his family, breakups and so much more. The book will include HEAVY angst in some chapters and maybe a little smut, however, you can skip these if they're not for you, there will be a warning of anything needed before the chapters.

It would mean so much for your support with my story, my wattpad is "hisgloriouspurpous" so please go check it out :))

Thank you all ♡

[braveclementine]

Chapter 42

Warnings: 18+readersonly, smut, derogatory names, pet names, captain kink, sergeant kink, praise kink, degrading, teasing, choking, oral

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

"AH, COME HERE MY FAVORITE SONS." ODIN said, opening his arms and Loki and Thor walked into him. Odin hugged the both of them and then said happily. "And here's my second lot of favorite sons. And my favorite daughters."

You snorted. Odin's favorite sons being Loki and Thor. His second favorite sons being literally all of the other Avenger males as you had all been married in one big ceremony like Frigga had promised Elizabeth.

"I must say." Odin continued, "It is good to see all you back together. I was afraid that events wouldn't work out for the best."

You were extremely tired from the trip so you retired back to your room while the others settled in the banquet room.

Elizabeth had recovered perfectly and was in as good spirits as ever. Virtus Auctor was in custody and Nick Fury had grilled him before shipping him off to the raft. Apparently, he was a shapeshifter so he had to be watched carefully.

The way that he had found your sister was through a tracking device that had been put inside of her when she had first been taken. She had to undergo surgery, which had resulted in Stephen passing out from the pain of them operating directly on his soulmate mark. But once the tracking device was out, Bucky took great pleasure in destroying it.

Elizabeth had also agreed to being part of the 'Sexvengers' as Clint had decided to call the group. She had seemed extremely disturbed by some nightmares she'd had before her heart had failed her and didn't want to not take part in it.

You weren't sure if that was a good reason to take part in something you didn't know if she wanted to be part of in the first place, but she couldn't be deterred.

Your room was right next to Thor's, even with adjoining doors. You immediately collapsed on the bed, and fell fast asleep.

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"YOU SURE DOLL?" BUCKY ASKED GENTLY as Elizabeth stumbled over her words, blushing darkly. "You know you don't have to prove anything to Stevie and I?"

"I want to." Elizabeth mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"No." Steve said, cupping her chin and making her stare directly into his eyes. "You gotta tell me for sure you want to do this. Look me in the eye. I don't want to push you."

"I want you." Elizabeth replied fiercely, blushing.

"Alright." Steve kissed her gently and then looked at Bucky, "Start stripping."

Elizabeth felt her knees turn to water at the simple command. And she felt herself grow more aroused than before as she watched Bucky comply.

She hadn't approached Steve and Bucky because she felt she had something to prove. She truly did want to bond with them. She knew Bucky had caught her when she'd collapsed. She knew that Steve and Bucky loved her.

Bucky had been extremely affectionate with her in the hospital and during recovery. He did her hair every single day and gave her sweet kisses. Steve was the one that pushed her in her physical therapy and one of the reasons- besides Frigga of course- that she recovered so quickly.

Oh, and Bucky also let her eat things she wasn't allowed to eat during recovery.

Steve himself stripped, before he removed her clothes from her body. He nipped at her skin gently while caressing her.

Bucky moved to lay down on the bed with his back against the headboard. Steve picked Elizabeth up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Steve laid her down on the bed, kneeling before he started to lap at her cunt. Elizabeth's breath hitched in her throat, her hands grasping the bed sheets. She let out a shout of euphoria that left a ringing in her ears, and it didn't help that Steve was eating her out like a man starved.

She looked upside down at Bucky who immediately moved his hands to her hair. He released her hair from her long braids, shaking the strands out.

He plunged his hands into her hair before bending over and kissing her at the same time Steve sucked her clit in between his teeth. She squealed into his mouth and then he was murmuring against her ear, "God I love you doll."

Elizabeth shook as she released into Steve's mouth, gasping wildly against Bucky's mouth.

"Your turn." Steve said lowly, licking his lips as he pulled away slowly.

Bucky kissed Elizabeth deeply again, before he shifted around to the front. He lapped Elizabeth up eagerly, plunging two thick fingers into her cunt as he ate her out.

Elizabeth gasped, back arching, hands twisting the bedsheets. "B-Bucky."

Steve caressed Elizabeth's face gently, worshipping her body, pressing small, quick kisses to every inch of her skin that he could reach. Nipping, littering love bites across her shoulders, back, and chest.

Bucky held Elizabeth's hips down with his metal hand, using a third finger now to start warming her up. Elizabeth was gasping, eyes rolling back into her head. She could feel the familiar hot flashes coming on as her body got worked up, before she released on Bucky's fingers.

Bucky pulled his hand away slowly, before teasingly licking his fingers, savoring the taste.

"Think you're ready?" Steve murmured in Elizabeth's ear and she nodded.

"Ah." Steve took her face in his hand. "Words doll."

"Please?" She begged. "I'm so ready Steve."

Steve gripped under her thighs, pulling her upwards, before he practically threw her into Bucky's lap. He positioned himself over her, moving his thick prick through her sopping folds. Elizabeth's breath hitched at the way they were treating her- like a literal doll. Bucky's hands came up to mess with her breasts.

Steve plunged in swiftly, Elizabeth's back arching, pushing her soft mounds into Bucky's hands. She cried out in pleasure, which enticed Steve to fuck her faster.

In her attempt to close her thighs from the overwhelming pleasure, Bucky grasped her thighs in his hands, pulling them further apart, before moving his left hand closer, circling her clit in a teasing motion.

"Captain please." Elizabeth begged, a hand reaching out, grasping Steve's dirty blond hair in one hand, the other groping, trying to find Bucky's metal arm.

Steve's prick twitched inside of her at his title, something he had never been called in bed before by anyone. Everyone called him Steve, sweetheart, or doll. And hearing his title fall from his soulmates' lips was what caused him to snap his hips harder than he had before, releasing into her immediately. He felt her orgasm wash over him in sync.

"Good girl." He groaned, capturing her lips with his.

Steve pulled from her warmth gently, before pulling her into his arms. Holding her body weight with no problems, he settled her down on Bucky's standing prick. She whimpered, hands going straight to Bucky's chest as his girth stretched her walls.

Bucky rolled straight over to pin her into the sheets, before pulling out so that only the tip of his cock was still inside her folds, before pushing back in with rough, harsh motions.

Elizabeth once more reached for his metal hand, which had been sitting very lightly on her hip. She grew a little pink, hoping that Bucky would be okay with her next action.

Bucky didn't stop fucking her, letting her holding his hand- or at least he thought she was just going to hold his hand- before he could feel where she put it- her neck.

He didn't break rhythm, building up for the orgasm that was somehow already approaching. He squeezed just slightly, and felt her stickiness wash over him.

"God you're such a little slut aren't you?" Bucky purred, rutting into her harshly.

Behind him, Steve panicked internally. He had forgotten to tell Elizabeth that Bucky loved degrading everyone he fucked. He realized that Elizabeth probably wasn't going to take kindly to the comment and he could also feel panic through Bucky's bond, though Bucky didn't stop his motions.

"No." Elizabeth whimpered, hands clutching his hair. "I'm only your slut sergeant."

Bucky exploded inside of her, white strands coating her inside walls. He thumbed her clit furiously, before feeling her cum once more, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Bucky pulled out slowly, breathing deeply. Her comment had made his head spin in the best ways.

She was going to be the death of him.

Steve was the one to grab washcloths, cleaning the three of them up.

Elizabeth snuggled up between the two of them, clearly very blissed out. Steve curled around her protectively, his back to the door, making sure to keep her protected if someone was to burst through in the middle of the night.

Bucky reached out, cupping her face, before sheathing his fingers into her hair. God he loved her hair. "I'm sorry about the comment doll, I-"

"Bucky." Elizabeth whispered against his shoulder. "I like being degraded."

Bucky's heart skipped a beat and both Steve and Elizabeth felt his arousal through the soulmate bonds. Elizabeth giggled quietly and it wasn't long before she had fallen asleep.

Steve pulled the blanket around her shoulders, noticing the goosebumps on her arms. He felt so lucky.

Because at that moment, everything was how it should be.

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"TONY PLEASE!" YOU BEGGED AS TONY'S fingers pressed down tightly against your clit, though he was refusing to let you cum.

You'd woken up to find Tony, Stephen, and Loki all waiting in your bed. They'd given you a slight heart attack, as you hadn't expected to wake up in a room full of soulmates. It hadn't taken long after that for Loki to tell you that there was four hours till the banquet, and that it was plenty of time to 'play'.

You were also getting a rather good introduction to the whole 'all Avengers fucking' thing as you watched Stephen on his knees, sucking Loki's cock.

On second thought, maybe you shouldn't have looked. You immediately orgasmed and Tony tsked.

You yelped, but went with it as Tony immediately rolled you over onto your stomach and tensed as you felt the five smacks against your ass.

Tony didn't even roll you back over to try again. He simply placed a hand on the small of your back, before his fingers were back to teasing your pussy.

"Fuck." Loki shouted behind you and you heard Tony chuckle.

Stephen climbed up onto the bed, kissing Tony deeply, which caused Tony to pinch your clit between his fingers. You yelped once more, body jerking.

"Oh pet." Loki said in fake sympathy, cupping your face. "Do you need some help?"

The goal was to beat your record at not cumming, which was 2 minutes and forty-five seconds, which had been extremely torturous. The prize was that you got to pick the next sexual activity, even if it meant that they were the ones submitting to you. But you only got four tries and you were on your last.

"What was the time on the last one?" Stephen asked mischievously, hands running down the sides of your body in a soothing motion.

"Two minutes, ten seconds." Tony said from behind you.

"Aw pet, you were so close." Loki teased.

"She has one more try." Tony smirked. "And then we win."

Ah yes, their bloody prize was absolute torture. You had to go a whole week, not allowed to cum at all, even if you were with other partners.

"You're- not- winning." You said through gasps, squeezing your walls around his fingers in an attempt to not cum.

"It looks like it to me pet." Loki drawled while Tony threw his head back as Loki's hand jerked up and down.

Tony's ministrations started to slow as he was thrown into the pleasure of Loki's hand so Stephen pulled you away, lifting your hips so that he could feast on your cunt. His long tongue delved into your quivering hole and he did his damned hardest to bring you to an orgasm.

You thrashed in his arms, attempting to get away from the ferociousness of his attack. Your thighs shaking hard as you tried to keep your orgasm from approaching.

Tony's moans grew louder and you squeezed your eyes shut, immediately trying to make a list in your head of farm chores.

1. Get up with the sun way to early in the morning.

2. Go and milk the cows.

"C'mon pet, you can cum now." Loki teased, knowing perfectly well what would happen if you did.

3. . . . 3. Right, put the milk in the special container for purifying the milk.

4. 4! Go out to the- the chicken coop and you had to get the eggs.

Stephen sucked your clit between his teeth, his tongue lavishing the tiny nub, rubbing patterns into it.

FIVE!!! Go to the Sheep pasture and collect any loose wool. Perhaps you might even shear one that day.

SIX. GO TO THE PIGS AND FILL UP THE TROUGHS!

"Two minutes forty-six seconds." Loki said in disappointment.

You shattered against Stephen's mouth and he licked up every drop of juice you gave him before gently lowering your legs back to the bed.

Tony looked as dazed as you felt, white cum splattered across his chest with some still on Loki's fingers, which Loki was sucking up.

"That's a good girl." Stephen said warmly, washcloth suddenly in hand to take care of you. "Rest kitten, and you can get ready for the ball later."

"Yep." You mumbled, slumping into the soft pillows, and was asleep once more.

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[girlfromasgardsblog]

Revels

Asgard

Your girl from Asgard is currently at the revels hosted on the celebration of the Summer Solstice (Sonnenwende). I can see Sif waiting for the Prince and heir to Asgard, Thor Odinson, to ask her for a dance but he enjoys the revels from his seat, looking at his people and breathing the scent of festivities.

[delaber]

Firestarter (Loki x Reader)

Summary: After having been granted safe passage to the Avengers’ head quarters, Loki’s delighted to learn that he can pass the time by toying with the hate of the newest recruit.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers.

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: smut, mentions of battle injuries

Find part 2 here

They would all be fools to trust him. They know it. Loki knows it. Hell, even the specs of dust floating around know it!

The only one that seems eager to patch up the growing rift between the opposite sides of the room is the meathead of his brother who is blabbering away, trying hard to ignore the cold air coming from the other Avengers.

He's persistent, you'd have to give him that. They must really love Thor to grant Loki safe passage in their home like this.

- The stab of a thought hits Loki straight in the chest. Sticks to his ribs as he contemplates the sharp hate radiating off of the cotton-clad team opposite him. They don't look the least bit threatening in their oversized casual wear, but they've still granted his brother the upper hand so graciously, and for the first time in a while, he feels the balancing scales tip. It was easier when it was just the three idiots Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg who were fawning over his brother - Sif on occasion too, though Loki had had her in multiple ways Thor could never even wrap his pea-sized brain around.

The thought alone makes the tar on his ribs slowly drip away.

He must've drifted off, lost in thought of Sif with her bare ass in the air because the next thing he registers is Thor's meaty hand between his shoulder blades. "You all know my brother..." he chuckles awkwardly and pushes Loki forwards. Adds his name for clarification when nobody answers. Idiot.

The room's almost dead-silent. Stark scoffs theatrically loud and that Barton fellow turns a lovely shade of plum as he immediately races out of the room without uttering a single word - not that Loki can really blame him; he's killed for less.

Even the newbies on the team are staring daggers at him, though Loki doubts he's ever met any of them before; Captain Rogers' brooding siamese twin, the beefed up action figure beside him and that... woman - the pretty one - her eyes ablaze with a certain kind of hatred that he can physically feel down his spine as she scowls in his direction.

Loki cocks an eyebrow, amused that his reputation precedes him so much that her hate is tangible, and she huffs and pushes through the crowd while the one with the metal arm - the siamese twin - grabs her shoulder to prevent her from stepping too close. It only angers her even more and she shakes off the vibranium hand but stands her ground with her head lifted in cool arrogance, her eyes never wavering from Loki's.

Oh, she really hates him!

The look on her face reminds him of the tales he's heard of Muspelheim. Of Surtur and flames shining brighter than the sun; all of Asgard burning while the glass of the shattered rainbow bridge glistens in the flames and sticks to his skin, covers his hair. With her, there's fire in the air. He feels it immediately and it draws him in.

***

He spends his days in the shadows, observes the dynamics of the Avengers, gathers information in case he has to do something... drastic. He's not exactly planning on betraying the trust his brother's placed in him, but it's never unwise to have a plan to overthrow the Avengers - just in case. So he learns what he can from afar; their likes, their dislikes, their routines. But mostly, Loki just observes her.

She really loathes him which only makes it all the more fun. She storms off whenever he comes close. Flares her nostrils, squares her jaw, stamps away like a petulant child - and he must admit that he does love it! He enjoys having her wrapped around his little finger, that his mere presence can pull such a sincere reaction out of her. It makes the seidr in his veins feel electric; like pure voltage in the palm of his hand as it begs him to show off - show her - what he can do with it. He wonders if this is what Thor feels like when his eyes turn bone-white and arctic blue with lightening.

"I wish you would stop with that."

Loki glances towards his brother, tries to look as bored as possible as if he really doesn't know what he's talking about. "Stop with what?"

Thor gives out a long sigh and Loki is reminded of the first time Thor was disappointed with him; even though it's almost a thousand years ago, he can still smell the sweetness of the stolen tarts he'd hidden underneath his pillowcase and the empty hole in his chest where he knew he should be feeling shame but didn't.

"You know what I mean... It's not nice."

"In case you haven't noticed; I don't care about being nice."

"You're taunting her."

"She's an easy target," Loki hums with remnants of a chuckle, places his hands on the back of his head as he looks over at her. Even as she does something as mundane as drinking her morning coffee, she keeps a wary eye on him. It's entertaining. "You really can't blame me."

"It's not as if she's dangling bait, brother. You hurt her."

"I hurt her?!" Loki snaps, offended, "- when?"

"You really haven't realised?"

"Realised what?"

Another sigh. "Can't you tell she's from New York?"

Loki stops replying after that. Settles on picking an imaginary crumb from off his chest; thin crusted and rhubarb filling. He avoids Thor's gaze. He doesn't feel empty now and they both know it.

***

He'd come running through the compound with the rest of them as soon as the strangled war cry had met his ears.

Half-hiding behind one of the huge stone columns, he takes her in; she's covered in blood from head to toe, panting harshly as she stands in the middle of the hall, daggers still clutched tightly in both hands as her friends surround her. She looks fiery, evil, war ready - like the Valkyries from back home with their spears and their feminine hands skilfully wringing death out of anyone who crosses Asgard.

There had been a time where Loki had been afraid of them, and then, as he grew a little older, completely mesmerised by their raw beauty and the smell of battle as they rode towards the Royal Palace to report back to Odin and his ravens. He remembers standing in the hallowed halls of Valaskjalf with Huginn and Muninn circling above him as the Valkyries take off their helmets and look towards his brother. What he wouldn't have given to have one of them stab him, let alone notice him. Five hundred years later and it still hurts...

Steve Rogers is standing right by her side, not covered in as much blood as she is but still looking relieved to be back home. He sends a nod in Stark's direction and throws an electronic device across the room with a defeated sigh. It doesn't take a genius to see that even though the mission went well, they'd been ambushed.

Rogers takes a step closer to her, puts his arm around her shoulders as to hug her, and for the first time since they appeared in the entrance hall, she howls in pain, collapses on the floor and wrings her face in the most horrible way.

Loki notices the hole in her suit first. Sees how the red comes in pulses and flows down over her shoulder and chest. She's been stabbed, and by the looks of the dark red tissue in the gap, it's deep.

Steve Rogers yelps in shock, throws himself down on the ground beside her and instantly starts pressurising the wound with his bruised hands while his two companions are by her side immediately, ready to scoop her up in their arms and carry her to safety.

Loki takes in the scene unfolding before him; the three frantic men, the spurting blood, her panicked face as she cries. Swears he can hear Hel whisper her name.

"Leave her," he suddenly hears his own voice booming through the echoing hall and it drowns out the whisper.

They all stop dead in their tracks. Look around for him.

He's not sure exactly where all of this is coming from; he really couldn't care less if she died, but he finds himself stepping around the column, and he comes out with his arms raised as if surrendering. "She's gonna bleed out before you reach a doctor."

Action figure-man is on his feet almost immediately: "And what do you suggest?," he hisses angrily, "that we leave her be? Let her die here on the floor without even trying?"

Loki raises his arms a little higher and takes another careful step towards them. "I can help."

"You can help? And why should we trust you?"

"First of all, you shouldn't," he states as he simply cannot help himself. "- But it's your only chance of saving your friend."

"You're not serious!" Tin-man hisses and looks towards Loki while helping Steve Rogers putting pressure on the gaping wound, "as if we're supposed to believe you suddenly care."

Loki wants to bite back but a painful sound from her makes him hold his tongue.

"- We're not gambling with her life!"

"Are you sure?" Loki retorts and it finally makes Captain Rogers look up. "- Because it looks to me as if you are."

Loki cannot see Thor who's standing behind him, but he imagines the slow nod of approval he gives the Steve Rogers trio, because suddenly the Captain gives out a heavy sigh, his eyes downcast. "Alright then," he says in defeat and waves Loki closer while clutching her tight.

"Steve!" Tin-man appeals but his best friend has made up his mind.

All eyes turn to Loki.

He's surprised to learn that he doesn't enjoy it as much as he'd imagined he would. He supposes it's because the main difference between him and his brother has once again been underlined so cruelly.

"If you try anything," action figure man warns and Loki bites back: "What? You'll kill me? As if I haven't heard that before. Now get out of my way, mortal."

He steps forwards, squats down beside her and summons the green sparks in the palm of his hand, looks her in the eye for the first time since the day they'd been introduced. There's fire behind her colourful irises; mistrust, chaos and fear. She leans towards him and with all her strength grabs his wrist. "What - are - you - doing?" she pants and wrings him tightly.

"Saving you," he mumbles and turns his palm around, directs the sparks at her gashing wound.

She gives out a small painful hiss as the wound closes up immediately but her eyes never leave his face. They transgress from pain to panic to relief. He's there with her for the whole ride and it does absolutely nothing to drown the embers inside of him.

"Oh my god," Captain Rogers mumbles and runs his fingers over the newly-formed scar on her front as he stares in disbelief.

Her doubting eyes are still carefully watching Loki, her small fingers still wrapped tightly around his wrist. Her mouth goes slack and she finally lets go of him, looks towards the closed up wound, then back at him. "Thank you," she whispers apprehensively.

It makes his seidr glow fluorescently green in his veins and he gets the sudden urge to fall to his knees and lick her clean.

Had Huginn and Muninn only still been alive, he would've made them watch this up close so they could report it back in detail to all of Asgard.

***

The Avengers are not as cold after that. Still wary of him - as they should be - but the hatred and constant fear is gone. And when she comes back from her bed rest, it tickles him that the first thing she does is to seek him out.

"Thank you," she says slowly, almost controlled, and extends her hand as a peace offering, "- for saving my life."

"You already said that."

"Well, I meant it."

He looks up at her. Her mouth is formed to a pout, her body poised in vigilance, her eyes carefully watching his every movement while her hand extends into dangerous grounds. She's still not sure what his motives are and it gives him the opportunity to toy with her a bit. "...I'm honoured?"

A short-lived flame of annoyance flashes across her features as she retracts her hand back to safety with a huff.

"Did I say something wrong?" he quips in the hopes that he can keep her attention.

"You're trying to rile me up."

"How dare you!" He says in mock offence. "I would never!"

She crosses her arms underneath her chest, "I'm trying to offer you an olive branch and all you do is ridicule me. Are you really that desperate for attention?"

It amuses him. He loves when she shows him bits of the real her. "Are you calling me desperate for attention because I don't care I saved your life?"

“Then why did you do it?”

“It was merely strategic,” he shrugs and hopes she doesn’t detect the lie that tastes bitter on his tongue. Why did he save her? The question’s been nagging him for days now. “- it’s never unwise to have an Avenger owe you their life.”

“Wow,” she blinks and shakes her head in disbelief. "I don't know why we all listened to Thor - he said you'd changed but you're clearly still a conniving snake.”

"A snake?” he smiles, relieved that his lie has her convinced, "is that supposed to hurt me? Trust me, darling, I've been called worse."

"Just a gentle reminder that you'll never be anything but a villain."

"I suppose every villain is a hero in their own mind."

She takes the bait and narrows her eyes. "You absolutely destroyed my hometown. All the places I loved. And you have the nerve to call yourself a hero?!"

"Would you prefer a god?"

She flares her nostrils in frustration, "is everything a joke to you?"

"...Mainly?" he smirks "in case you haven't noticed, I'm the God of Mischief - it's in the job description."

She takes a few angry breaths. "Life is always a performance for you, isn't it? Whether it's an endless need for attention, a humorous quip, or the unfolding of another of your great plans, it's always just for show!"

He's excited to feel that the full-blown anger's back and she's seeing red. And to think he was almost disappointed in her?!

She grinds her teeth. "Just so we're clear, I'm not doing this to imply we're even or to make you feel just the slightest bit better about yourself for what you did. Trust me, I'd still rather see you rotting away in a prison cell. You-"

"I must admit," he drawls, gives himself some time to enjoy her undivided, flaming attention as he so impolitely interrupts her, "I like you much more when you're honest with me. When you admit you want to watch me burn! This front of niceties you just put up? This so-called olive branch while you so uncharacteristically give up control? It doesn't suit you."

She wrings her arms in frustration, narrows her eyes into slits. "You're goddamn insufferable!"

***

She's not more intoxicated than the rest of the Avengers, but she is drunk. Agent Romanoff keeps handing her clear liquor in small glasses that they down in a single second, followed by strings of laughs when the alcohol burns in their throats.

He remembers being drunk like that; fresh, sweet-smelling mead from oak barrels in the hundreds, wine in golden carafes on every table. He used to love the parties him and Thor threw; the chaos, the abundance! A heavy flow of alcohol was always a neat little excuse for his erratic behaviour, but the best part was always when the mead was extra good and strong and he could get Thor to follow his lead. Oh, how they used to cause rampage! They would've been unstoppable, had they only been on the same side.

Loki turns around the brown glass bottle in his hand so he can read the blue label; five percent...

He misses the lightheadedness, the parties, him and Thor being on the same side, Asgard. He's never longed for a taste of home this much before. He looks back at her.

"You're being unusually quiet this evening," Thor says from layers away, "should I be worried?"

"Hmm?" Loki snaps out of it, turns his head towards his brother who's sitting with an annoyingly smug expression plastered on his face. "No, I'm just contemplating this piss they call beer. How can they drink it?" He gives the bottle a sniff and winces. "I never thought I'd hear myself say it but I miss Asgard."

"Is that sentiment I sense in you, brother?"

"Absolutely not," he scoffs and looks back at her and Romanoff as they give out a loud laugh. "I'm glad it burned."

Her eyes scan the room, land on Loki's for a split second too long to pretend they didn't register him. For some reason, it satisfies him. She's aware of his presence.

"You like her," he hears Thor's chuckle from beside him.

"Bite your tongue!"

"I notice you stare at her a lot," he chuckles again.

Loki wants to say something. Wants to make Thor pay for what he's implying, but he doesn't really have a great comeback to that.

***

It's later that same evening when she finally approaches him. Toned legs walking towards him, wide hips swaying up the small set of stairs, shoulders pushed arrogantly back as she determinedly stares him down. She only has eyes for him. Finally.

He can't help but meet her halfway; he leans forwards, balances his elbows on his knees, impatiently waits for her to spit on him.

"Loki," she hums with fire in her eyes when the syllables hit her tongue.

"Yes, little dove?" he quips, excited to see her riled up and finally talking to him again.

"I want to talk to you," she scans the room for unwanted attention before her sharp eyes find his again and he feels the bone-white and arctic blue. "This little game you're playing?" She says harshly, "It ends now."

He almost gives in. Almost. "What game?"

"Don't play stupid," she huffs. "I can't do anything without you keeping an eye on me. Tell me what it is you want."

He cannot help the smirk that appears on his lips and he leans a little closer, spreads his knees apart.

"Answer me," she demands, her chest heaving.

"You haven't asked a question," he says calmly as if he truly didn't notice the way her eyes lingered on his crotch.

"You want me to be sincere," she states and takes another step towards him. "-I want the same thing from you."

She's so close he can smell her; sweet, salty, tang on the back of his tongue. She's ripe like a fucking goddess!

He absentmindedly rubs his thighs. "Darling, I assure you; this is me being sincere."

Her chest is heaving in heavy pants. She's annoyed. "Then tell me exactly what you want from me."

She holds his gaze in an insane power play while he ponders for a second. Should he tell her his intentions? String her along for a little while longer and make her second-guess everything? He is the God of Mischief, he supposes, but she looks so sweet, so damn fuckable as she angrily stares down at him. So he gives in and tells her what he wants. After all, why shouldn't he? What's he got to lose?

***

A decent man would've probably kept her at an arms length, tucked her into bed and told her she was way too drunk to make decisions like this, but Loki's not a decent man. He'll take what he can get and leave the decency to team Cap.

With a flick of his wrist, they're back in his bedroom. She's naked in his lap, pushing her lovely tits up against him as she pulls him closer. "You like me," she whispers and licks the shell of his ear. Moves her pelvis against his leather clothing, "you like watching me."

"Shut up," he groans and pulls her flush against his chest, pushes his tongue past her teeth as he grinds her bottom against his crotch.

Her hand comes down between them, slides down over the trail of hair underneath his navel before her fingers find their way to the buttons of his leather pants, unleashes him without a single touch. She eyes him hungrily but keeps her hands to herself, nonverbally insists she has the power to control him. The way she looks at him: he's so hard, it's verging on torture.

"Tell me you like me," she pulls harshly down on his hair, bites him; draws blood from his lower lip.

"Ah!" he hisses though he likes it! "Careful!"

She yanks his hair again with an evil smile and Loki swears, he almost comes.

"You're a devil, aren't you?" he hears himself say as he smacks her ass and bites her nipple, takes advantage of her little jump to push two fingers inside her pulsing heat. She's gushing already, soaks him all the way down to his knuckles as she rides his hand, pinches her own nipples.

"Say my name," he pulls on her earlobe with his teeth. "Spit on me!"

She finds his eye, gives him the same evil smile as before and whispers a short "no," as she arches her back and pushes her nipple back into his mouth. Cheeky little thing.

He curls his fingers and strokes her g-spot, enjoys the sounds she's making for him. Only for him, he reminds himself and feels his chest expanding with something unfamiliar that makes him want to melt into her. He pushes it away; concentrates on the tangible pleasure and not how it makes his head dizzy.

As if on cue, her hands finally find his aching cock and she starts stroking him slowly. He's harder than ever and leaking already.

He looks down between them; small feminine hands caressing him so sweetly is a fantastic contrast to all the biting and pulling. He feels his chest expanding again. "Fuck!" he hisses and pushes himself into her hand to feel something else. Focus on the pleasure, he tells himself and stutters his hips upwards again and again.

Her fingers are running through his hair and she's sucking on his tongue while her hand sets the pace, runs over his stained head. "You want this?" She whispers, bites the thin skin below his jaw.

Fuck yes he wants this! Wants her! He groans.

"You want to save my life?," she bites him again, pulls on his hair. "You want me to spit on you? Are you so desperate to fuck an avenger?"

He hisses at that, grabs her jaw tightly. "I hate the Avengers!"

"Are you sure?" she smiles devilishly and points at the scar on her shoulder. "Are you sure you really hate us?”

He groans in defeat and releases her pretty face with a hiss and positions himself at her entrance, finally pushes himself inside with the same pace as she lowers herself down towards his hips. “Ah! Fuck!”

It's an immediate collision of universes, Loki is seeing stars and needs a second to come down to earth, to savour the feeling, but he hardly has time to get used to the warm wetness squeezing him tight before she starts moving in long, warm pulses.

He's captivated, enchanted! He bites her neck, holds her down, desperate to keep her bouncing in a speed that makes him flex his toes without making him explode. He wants this to last. He wants this memory of her hatefucking him into oblivion. This beautiful, vengeful woman who's mounting him like a stallion and riding him like a valkyrie riding to battle. "Goddess!" he hisses against her neck and she finally finds his mouth and without the use of teeth, presses silky lips against his, makes everything inside of him glow green with desire. It’s desire, he tells himself though it feels like something else.

"Loki," she finally moans in his ear and he's never heard anything sweeter.

He pulls her closer, fucks into her and smells her skin. Kisses the scar below her shoulder.

He saved her.

His seidr runs crazy, tingles throughout every limb, makes him see everything clear: he wants her to want him and only him!

That’s why he saved her.

His last thought before he completely lets go is of the disaster he knows this will bring upon him; his own, personal Ragnarok visible on the horizon. She has the power to make him crumble, to make him burn brighter than the sun and turn to ash. He feels it already and there's no stopping it.

He thinks of Valaskjalf. Of molten gold and flames licking his father’s throne.

She speeds up, moans his name, fills his chest with fire.

Valhalla, I'm coming home.

Find part 2 here

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WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Loki had never had a blow job. Y/N founds out after Fandral teasing him and she help him.

Warning/Content: smut, oral sex (male receiving).

MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Loki’s soft laugh could be heard as he and Y/N walked back to his room after the feast. He had his arm around her shoulders as they both had some difficulties to walk, probably because of their drunk state. After the guest had left the feast, Y/N and Loki decided to stay more with Thor and his friend group. Big mistake, she realized now.  

Finally, after what felt like forever, they finally arrived at his room. Loki opened the door and closed right after them. They were still laughing for no reason. Loki walked to her, stumbling a little on his own feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist for support and she did the same, wrapping her arms around his neck.  

He let out a little shudder feeling her arms around his neck, looking down at the woman in front of him, his eyes still hazy with the alcohol as he pulls her a little closer. He rested his forehead against her, the soft sounds of their laughs still present when their faces got so closer. Y/N smiles a little, looking at him and Loki smiled back.  

A second later, they both moved at the same time and their lips met in gentle kiss. Loki let out a shaky breath, his hands moving to grip her hips a bit tighter while she met on his arms with that kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to be more passionate, especially in their state. Y/N deepened the kiss, running her tongue against his lower lip. Loki opened his mouth, a soft moan coming from him when her tongue entered his mouth, his hands tightening the grip on her hips.  

Y/N parted the kiss, breathless, when she spoke with her voice low “You know, I’m curious...” 

Loki looked at her through, also a little out of breath “About what?” 

“Do you really never had a blow job?”  

Hearing the question, his face went bright red almost instantly “…No, I haven’t…” 

“Huh...” She smirks, watching the way his face heated. “Maybe we should remedy that...”

Hearing that made Loki’s breath catch in his throat for a moment, looking down at her with dilated eye. He swallowed, nodding weakly. She kept looking at him when her hands went to his pants, opening slowly.  

Loki was feeling anxious and he was not being able to look away from her. He felt her pushing his pants down, quickly stepping out of it. His eyes were a mixture of lust and anticipation.  

Her hands slowly played with the waistband of his boxers, giving him time to stop her if he wanted to. He didn’t. He was getting hard already just by her undressing, his eyes not leaving hers. He lifts his hand to cup her chin, gently running his thumb on her bottom lip. Y/N finally pushed it down his legs, freeing his already hard cock from the confines of the boxers.  

“Maybe you should sit down...” She suggested.  

Loki nods weakly, feeling his leg already weak by just the thought of what’s about to happen. He walked the short distance to the bed, sitting down on the edge and looking up at her with a needy look in his eyes. 

Y/N fell on her knees before him, right between his legs. He was unable to look away from her, watching her in front of him, in her knees was making him even more aroused. 

The prince was no average man, he was...big. Her hands slowly started running up his thigh, making him let out another small shudder as she looks at him. One of his hands moved to her head, his fingers tangling into her hair, not pushing or pulling in any way, he was just needing something to hold onto.  

Her hands slowly went up, and finally, she wrapped one around his hardness, making Loki let out a small gasp at the new feeling. Her hand moved up and down a few times, feeling him growing even harder on her hand.  

Slowly, she closed the distance between her face and his crotch, giving him a small lick from the back from tip, just to watch his reaction.  That little action made him gasp again, his eyes looking at her with a bit of a pleading look. Her tongue circled the tip of his cock, making him moan this time.  

“You liked that...?” She spoke looking at him.  

He swallows hard, the hand in her hair gripping a little tighter as he nodded weakly. She decided to give him what he wanted, no more teasing. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, making Loki moan again at the new feeling. He had to use all his will power to not buck up into her mouth, his head falling back again, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

She kept looking at him, watching his reaction as she got more of his cock into her mouth, slowly. Loki let out another moan, pushing his hips up a little as he was getting desperate. 

Y/N’s head started moving, in a slow and tease pace, just to hear his desperate moans. While she did so, she takes his cock deeper on her mouth, feeling his tip hitting the back of her throat.  

A moan came from her mouth and Loki let out a strangled moan at the feeling of the vibrations, his eyes shutting tightly. She could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing ragged and uneven, he was gripping her hair tightly, holding back as much as he can, but the more she moved the more he lost control. 

Small moans were leaving his lips as she kept bobbing her head on him, sucking his cock. His hips involuntarily pushing up slightly, he looked down at her with almost pleading eyes and without realizing, he started to move her head in the rhythm he wanted. Y/N moans again as he takes control, feeling him pushing her head just a little bit faster.  

He was starting to lose control entirely, his hips moving a bit faster as his climax starts to build. He was getting close, feeling a small bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Y/N soon realized that, and nods to him. Loki took the nod as an indication to continue, his hand in her hair started pushing her head faster, he was feeling a bit breathless, unable to control any of his bodily functions, one of his legs was starting to shake a bit as his moans were getting louder. 

Realizing how close he was to his orgasm, she reaches between them and her hands started massaging his balls. The new stimulation made him moan louder, the feeling starting to overwhelm him.  

He looked down at her, pushing her head faster, as he spoke breathless “I’m-I’m gonna cum…” She only nods to him.  

A moment later, he groaned loudly and gripped her hair tightly when he finally cum in her mouth, his hot liquid spilling down her throat. Y/N swallows everything he gave her, every drop of it. He kept moving her head until he ride out the wave, until he finally stopped. 

She slowly pulled him out of her mouth, looking at him with a small smile. He looked absolutely wrecked, and she loved that image in front of her. The only thing she had to do was to suck his dick.  

He looks down at her, still slightly out of breath, a look of awe and slight disbelief in his eyes, he takes a few breaths before speaking again “Come here...” 

Y/N gets up from the floor, sitting by his side “Was it good?”   

“Good doesn't begin to describe it...that was...incredible.” he let out a shaky breath, looking at her. He closed the distance between them, meeting her lips in a slow, deep kiss, the taste of himself still on her mouth, he could barely hold himself back from letting out a moan into the kiss. 

When he parted the kiss, he looked at her with a satisfied look “Stay here tonight? Please?” Y/N nods at him, with a small smile. And as soon as their heads hit the pillow, they fell asleep from the tiredness and the alcohol.  

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observing. learning. fantasizing.

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Summary: Loki's just been made King of Asgard and he needs to make sure that he tells you vital piece of information about him before you hear it from gossip mongerers among the realm

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors & pearl clutchers dni you've been warned) | smut; p in v; loss of virginity (m); fingering; oral sex (f receiving)

Things to be aware of: best friends to lovers

"Now when standing with a nobleman it is important to always stand a considerable distance behind him, and always to his left. This is to symbolize--Lady Y/N, I truly do understand that you would much rather your training be in the combat fields, but you are still a lady. The curriculum decided upon by the Queen was you were to undergo a full day of training in the ways of ladyship every fourth day of the week." 

You grumbled from your seat, your elbow propped on the desk as you slumped your chin down on your palm as a show of how increasingly dull you found this session…and every session before it. "While I also understand your intention of teaching me the ways of being a good nobleman's wife, Madame Adrianna, I simply fail to see the purpose of these lessons, considering that I have no intention to be simply a breeding station for some nobleman. And if this is truly the curriculum, then please do indulge me and tell me how come Lady Sif or Sir Fandral are not in attendance?"

She smiled down at you as if you were a petulant child looking for someone to drag into a punishment with you, which admittedly at the moment, you felt like that as well. "Lady Y/N, that is because they followed their curriculum when you were all much younger. If I recall correctly, instead of attending your lessons, you ran around wreaking havoc all over the palace and sitting in on magic lessons with Prince Loki." 

Madame Adrianna chuckled at your reaction of pursing your lips before breaking into a smug, tight-lipped smile as you recalled all the shenanigans you'd gotten yourself into throughout the centuries past at the influence of your best friend, the god of mischief, Asgard's dark prince. Though to you he was simply Loki, once a brilliant and misunderstood boy, and now a brilliant and misunderstood man who wielded his magic as if it were an extension of his body. 

What you wouldn't give for him to break into your lesson right now and save you from this boredom. And what you wouldn't give for him to feel even a sliver of affection towards you like you did for him. Hel, what you wouldn't give in order to acquire a potion that would make you look like the women in the leisure inns he was so frequently spotted in. 

I wonder if any of those women ever had to attend an etiquette class, you thought to yourself.

"And your thoughts have wandered off again," your instructor commented, snapping her fingers to call you back into the room. "Lady Y/N, if you are to be the prince's betrothed, you--" 

"What? Betrothed?" you snorted, earning you a stern look from her. "I assure you I am not to be betrothed to anyone. Loki is simply my dearest friend. Nothing more." You did your best to mask the bitterness in your tone at the end, but she still caught on, giving you a knowing smirk.

"Well, at least pay attention in our lessons so that you may learn to hide your disappointment better, because that, my dear, was atrocious." Both of you ended up chuckling over her remarks, agreeing to instead be taught how to mask one's emotions so that you could stop wearing them on your sleeve. 

Norns forbid that you lost your best friend all because you couldn't keep your envy over all the women he most definitely bedded at bay. 

Your lesson was once again interrupted, only this time not by your daydreaming. Rather it was jolted into silence by the sound of sharp, loud knocks on the classroom door. A member of the Einherjar peeked through the threshold. "Madame Adrianna, I apologize profusely to have to cut your lesson short. The King has ordered to see Lady Y/N." 

His words immediately brought you to your feet, apologizing to your instructor for having to take your leave so hastily. But when the King orders one's presence, one is obligated to make haste. You walked as fast as your legs could take you toward the throne room, pausing only when you heard some of the Allfather's chambermaids speaking of his current predicament.

"Odin's fallen to the Odinsleep," you muttered to yourself, your pace slowing. "Meaning that he is not King at the moment. It is not he who ordered my presence. And Thor's been banished to Midgard, which means--" 

You stopped in your tracks as the realization dawned on you. You had been heading to the throne room under the assumption that it was Odin who summoned you, when really it was…

"Loki," you exhaled his name in a panic, turning around and running toward his chambers. 

When you arrived at his chambers the palace guards stationed outside immediately opened his doors, announcing your presence. You stepped inside, walking a path all too familiar to you toward his study, puzzled to find no one there. After a few moments of roaming each area of his chambers and calling out his name, you found him in his bed chamber, sitting mutely on a chaise and holding Gungnir in  his hands.

"Would you prefer to be called Your Majesty or My King?" you called out in the most lighthearted tone  you could manage. In truth you were doing everything in your power to remain seemingly unfazed because the mere notion of calling him "My King" had you feeling the unmistakable pooling of arousal between your legs. 

His deep chuckle didn't help alleviate that growing ache one bit. "You know that I will always prefer you call me by my own name, darling. But if you insist on using my title, then I would prefer 'My King'," he answered you with a playful smirk, the ache in your core intensifying. "Y/N, I must tell you something. Before the entirety of Asgard hears of my new station and it reaches your ears in a manner beyond my control." His gaze met yours with a pleading look before his eyes began to darken as he roamed your form, biting his lip as he did.

"Alright out with it," you said with an exaggerated sigh, a pitiful attempt to mask how your heart constricted at the sight of what he'd just done. He looked back at you with furrowed brows as you explained, "You always make fun of me on Etiquette Day because I have to wear a dress, so go on. Out with it." You righted your stance animatedly for added effect. "With respect, of course. My King." 

"Is it already the fourth day of the week?" he murmured. "Truthfully, Y/N, I'd forgotten without the presence of my oaf of a brother constantly reminding the entire palace that it is 'his day'," he said the final part in his best impression of Thor, making you burst out in laughter. When he rose to his feet and placed Gungnir to stand against the wall, your heart caught in your throat once more, making it difficult to breathe especially when he strode toward you and framed your face gently with his large hands. "No jokes today, darling," he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "You look divine. As you always do." 

You found it impossible think clearly when he was standing this close to you, touching you as he was now, speaking words of such tenderness that your mind began to wander off and speculate on whether this was how he'd speak to those women that he romanced in the leisure inns he frequented. That line of thinking left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing you step back from him. 

"So erm…" You cleared your throat, trying desperately to mask how flustered he'd made you over the last few moments. "What was it you wished to tell me? Surely you did not send an Einheri to extract me from my ever captivating etiquette classes with Madame Adrianna simply to tell me that I do not look like a complete jester today." 

"Darling you never look like a jester." His tone almost sounded stern, as if he did not appreciate the wording you'd chosen to describe yourself. He stepped toward you again, taking your hands in his. "I know of the talks in the palace regarding the places that I visit when night befalls the realm." 

You sighed sharply, exasperated already with where the conversation was about to turn. "Loki I know  about your time in the leisure inns. The palace staff, the soldiers, they all run on gossip mongering to get through their daily drudgeries. I've already heard that you're seen there frequently, this isn't new information to me. You really need not go into lurid detail--"

"You don't know everything, Y/N," he cut you off, the desperation in his voice evident now. "The things you're about to hear from everyone around you, about what I do when I go there--"

"I'm going to stop you right there, Loki," you spoke, pulling your hands out of his hold and firmly gripping his forearms to make him listen to you. "I care not to hear about the things you've done to these women in these places. That is entirely your business and you need not make it mine--"

"I haven't done anything!" His raised tone caused you flinch the slightest, the irritation on his face fading into a mix of regret and pain once he noted your reaction. "I haven't ever done anything…with anyone," he elaborated more slowly, more calmly. "Those are the revealing truths that will be spread around like wildfire once it's been announced that I've become King. That information was never quite as scandalous before because I was not heir, let alone King; now people will wield that knowledge like a weapon because--"

"Because who would respect a ruler that never even experienced something as basic as laying with another," you breathed out, the confusion rife in your tone. "I don't understand, though. All this time in the leisure inns and you were--"

"Spectating," he answered quietly, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring his expression. "Observing. Learning." Your pulse beat violently against your neck as you watched his gaze flicker to your lips. "Fantasizing," he finished, shifting his gaze to meet yours.

You scoffed in disbelief. "Fantasizing?" you repeated. "Why in the Nine would you be fantasizing when you could have any woman in the realm that you desire?" 

He began to walk you backward until your back was pressed against a column, your breathing coming out staggered and shaky as he let go of your hands, now resting one at the curve of your waist and the other cupping your jaw, his fingers gently weaving their way into your hair. "Because I've only ever desired one woman all my life. And I've tried to be content with simply being her friend. Her best and dearest friend," he hissed, the shock sinking in with every word he uttered.

Could it be possible? you thought to yourself. 

"But if the truth is to come out about my experiences, or in my case my lack thereof, then I suppose this truth should come out as well." He placed his thumb against your lips, leaning in until your noses were touching. "I spectate at those couples and I fantasize that it's us. That I am the one eliciting such lustful noises from you. That it is my name you scream and sigh when  your pleasure crests and tapers." 

Coherent thoughts had escaped you as you processed his words, your mind filled with the possibilities of the fantasies he'd conjured in his vast imagination. "Why--" you choked out, barely able to even form words. "Why'd you never--"

"You deserve the best that the Nine has to offer," he said simply. "I am not--I simply am not. But I needed you to hear the truth from me now before anyone else's words may have reached your precious little ears." He placed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "I desire you, darling Y/N. For as long as I could remember all I've longed was to be yours. And to make you mine in return." 

He rested his forehead against yours as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and pressed your body flush against his, making you let out a sharp gasp as you felt his hardening member pressing against your lower stomach. "What if--" you breathed out, struggling to form words. "What if that sentiment was returned?" 

You could feel his hand tracing up the laces at the back of your dress, his breathing as labored and as heavy as yours. "Then there is one final truth to reveal." He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, speaking his next words against your skin. "I want it to be you. I crave for you to be my first. My only." He pressed another kiss to your skin. "Ever since we were mere children sparring with wooden weapons because we were not strong enough or big enough to lift real blades. Since then I've only longed for you." 

His words felt like a dream to you. They didn't feel real. To hear him say that all this time your feelings had been returned? That the centuries past had been spent with you both in states of longing, never knowing until today that the other had felt the same? The elation felt too exquisite to be real. Perhaps it wasn't.

"Am I dreaming?" you breathed out, feeling your body begin to grow faint as you kept striving to process the situation, becoming more and more overwhelmed with his proximity, his touch, his scent. As if he were flooding all your senses. "This doesn't feel real. All this time?" You grew heady with the feel of him pressing more kisses to your skin, his hold on you tightening by the slightest, pressing himself even closer to you if that were even possible. "We've squandered so much time." 

Those words seemed to set something in him alight as he tilted his head enough that the next kiss he gave you was to your lips. And the moment your lips finally met it felt as if electricity had spread throughout the entirety of your body, as if you were finally jolted to life after merely existing for so agonizingly long. 

You stayed there for what felt like hours, your tentative kisses increasing in passion and desperation, as if you were trying to compensate for all the wasted centuries with each touch of your lips. Your little whimpers turned more and more lustful as his hands roamed your body, and even more so the moment his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place when his mouth slanted over yours and his tongue slid against yours. 

"I've longed for you, too," you managed to say as you gasped for breath when you both finally pulled away and he proceeded to press tender kisses to your neck. "Please," you said in a whimper as he found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and proceeded to lightly suck on the spot, making you arch your neck toward him. "Make me yours," you sighed as he hummed a sound of contentment against your skin.

"You must tell me if I hurt you, Y/N. Promise me," he pleaded as his hands went to the back of your dress, fumbling along the lacing and beginning to undo the ties. You could only smile sweetly at him for his concern as he went on. "I've read that…that it could hurt. I don't want to hurt you, I love you--" He caught himself too late and his eyes widened in sheer horror as he watched yours start tearing up. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that--"

"I love you, too," you said hurriedly, as if the words couldn't escape you fast enough.  You pulled him towards you to kiss him again before telling him, "You need not worry about hurting me. You can't." Tears welled in your eyes as you explained further. "You won't be my first. And because of that you cannot be my only. But I want you to be my last." 

At that moment he finally successfully untied and unlaced the bodice of your dress, a victorious grin adorably pulling at the corners of his mouth before he grasped your waist and pulled you flush against his body to kiss you decadently. He slowly, methodically, stripped you of your dress, placing his lips upon your skin as it was exposed to him. 

Once your dress and smallclothes hit the floor of his bed chamber he took a step back, taking in your naked form. "Exquisite," he breathed out, reaching out to tuck his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up at him. "I would like to show you what I've learned. If you'll let me." 

All air left your lungs as you mutely nodded your response and with a wave of his hand, the leather and metal of his armor disappeared in a flash of green, baring himself to you. "I wanted to do that," you mumbled with a playful pout.

"Next time, my love," he chuckled before placing a kiss on your lips, lifting you so easily into his arms as he carried you to his bed. Once he had you laid out before him on the mattress, he hovered over you, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss. "Do I need to ready you?" he asked tentatively.

You'd felt him faintly earlier but you couldn't quite give him a sure answer. "Let me see you." He stepped back to allow you to peruse him in all his glorious nakedness. You took a moment to appreciate his lithe form, the power emanating from the well-defined but not bulky muscles all throughout his torso and arms, before letting your gaze travel down. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in such an unflattering sound as you laid your eyes on his erection. "Yes," you blurted out in a mix of shock and panic. "If you don't you might actually hurt me." 

Though you were no stranger to the experience of laying with another, you were most definitely not experienced in sharing a bed with someone so…well-equipped. You had no doubts that if he tried to enter you as you were now, the stretch alone would ensure you would be walking rather uncomfortably the following morning. 

He stepped toward the bed once more and tentatively touched  his fingers to your ankle, his soft touch trailing up the entire length of your leg until they met the outside of your folds. You bit your lip as he teasingly ran his fingers lightly along, refusing to push any further. At the risk of his mischievous nature getting the better of him, you decided to goad the god. "I believe this is the part where you show me what you've learned from the last few centuries, my King." 

Loki simply smirked at you as he pressed further against your folds, gasping softly once his digits made contact with your wet, heated core. "Oh, my darling Y/N…" he breathed, his touch becoming firmer as he slowly stroked up the length of your slit until he had your hips jerking violently against his touch once his digits met the aching and swollen bundle of nerves above your entrance.

"Fuck!" you cried out with an obscene moan as he guided his movements based on how your body reacted to him. You watched with widened eyes as he sunk to his knees, bringing his face level to your sex, your pleasured screams echoing around the room when he licked into your entrance before latching his lips onto your clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub.

Your breathing grew labored as he placed his free hand on your inner thigh, holding you open for him to continue his attentions before placing that same leg over his shoulder and giving you no escape from his mouth. The god had you letting out a sound that could only be described as a squeak once you felt his fingers return to your heated passage and push their way inside, prodding and scissoring at your walls. 

Norns, he'd learned this simply from watching? You couldn't dare imagine how thoroughly he would surely destroy you once he'd memorized every minute reaction of your body to his actions. Once he'd had enough time to practice and he'd learned how to play your body like a virtuoso with an instrument. 

When you could feel the coil tightening in your body, your walls clenching unashamedly around his fingers, you whimpered a broken plea of his name. "I--I'm…I'm--" 

"Shh, darling," he spoke against you, the vibrations from his voice pushing you ever closer to completion. "I've got you," he said before giving you a wicked grin and once again closing his lips over your clit and resuming his pace, his digits now moving as if they were searching for that spot inside of you that would push you over the edge. And then he curled his fingers, finding that very spot and setting your body aflame once again.

You yelled his name with a salacious moan as you arched your back off the bed and came on his fingers. All that you could utter were whimpered utterances of his name and how you loved him while he shamelessly lapped at your release as you came down from your high. 

When you felt you could think coherently again, you breathed out, "You are going to absolutely ruin me, do you know that?" He didn't answer you; instead, he hovered over you once more and lined the tip of his shaft to your still clenching entrance, pressing his lips to your neck as he pushed his way inside you in slow, careful thrusts.

"Oh Y/N. My dear heart," he rasped in your ear. "That isn't even the beginning of what I've learned in these last few centuries." He let out a staggered cry of your name once he'd fully sheathed himself in you as you uttered a broken moan. "Are you alright, my love? Have I hurt you?" he asked frantically, pressing tender kisses to your cheek and temple. 

"No," you whimpered. "You're perfect. Absolutely devastatingly perfect." You pressed a fevered kiss to his shoulder, your heart swelling at the turn of events today had taken. He let out a sigh of audible relief, his breath ruffling the fringe hairs at the crown of your head, before pressing one more kiss to your temple and beginning to move in a slow, tender pace. 

"You feel sublime," he whispered through staggered breaths. "I'm sorry I won't--"

"It's okay," you cooed, weaving your fingers through his raven hair and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Lasting longer comes with practice. At least I think it does. Just let go." You tilted your head so your lips could meet in a breathless, impassioned kiss. "I've got you." 

You moaned into each other's mouths as his pace staggered, hips jerking uncontrollably against yours as you felt him spilling his seed into you. Then your eyes snapped open as you felt his hand slowly reach between you and start rubbing against your already overstimulated clit, sending you past the brink of your own ecstasy as well. 

With a final exhale, he pulled out of you and dropped unceremoniously beside you onto the bed, his arm reaching over to pull you into a sated embrace. As his chest heaved trying to catch his breath, his eyes met yours, filled with unmistakable elation as he breathed the words, "Marry me." 

You instinctively wanted to sass him about proposing to the first woman he laid with, but you stopped yourself as you took into consideration the words he'd said earlier. This situation wasn't the type to be questioned with 'Already?', but rather the type to be concluded with 'Finally'. Centuries of both of you spent believing that your love had been one-sided…you knew there was only one correct response.

"Yes." As he leaned into press his lips to yours, however, you simply couldn't resist. "My King." 

A/N: I remember seeing a comment a long time ago in another fic (not sure if it was here or on AO3) that there's only a very small selection of Virgin!Loki fics to choose from, and truly I hope this piece is a worthy addition to that group of stories. (But if it's not, don't tell me I cry easily--)

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Never Enough (A Loki Comfort Fic)

Summary: It's not a easy life in Asgard's palace as Frigga's witchling apprentice and a victim of relentless teasing thanks to Thor and his warrior posse. You feel like a failure and a misfit, until the patron god of failures and misfits decides to comfort you.

A/N: Angst, comfort, fluff fic (ultimately feel good). Wholesome. Pre-Thor 1 Loki. Loki x reader. Just a little something I wrote to cheer myself up after a week of feeling like I'm getting it all wrong and being stupid. I hope it makes you feel better too if you're going through the same thing.

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You slammed through the double doors and took long angry strides down the hallway, anxious to get to the privacy of your quarters before tears released themselves from your eyes. None of them...NONE of them...had ever seen you cry, or scream or loose your temper, and you'd be damned if they saw it now.

You considered it some kind of dysfunctional personal record at this point. You saw inscrutability as a strength. If you had to feel alone, you figured, you could at least lean into it and make yourself strong enough to not need the people who would reject you anyway.

All they saw was the serious apprentice in the black velvet gown who stuck to the shadows in every way. Thor, however, saw this seriousness as an opportunity for jest between himself and his warrior friends on many occasions. One day, when the entire court dined together, he turned from his pile of food and gallon of ale to smile at you. Your heart and stomach dropped, knowing he was somehow about to make an ass of you despite your best efforts.

He bellowed your name. You closed your eyes and let out a long breath, gathering your patience for the great oaf.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Tell me, who do you favor in the races?”

“I know not of them, Prince, so I have no preference.”

“Yes, but for the hel of it. Pick one,” he goaded.

“I suppose Volstagg's steed, as it has the better record?”

The entire room erupted in raucous laughter. All except for one person. The younger prince of Asgard sat quietly with a dangerous look on his pale face.

Fandral shouted drunkenly, “My lady, Volstagg's steed couldn't jump over a single brick, much less a full set of hurdles. Are you entirely sure you're Asgardian, knowing so little about these things?”

Another ripple of laughter erupted around the room. This, you thought, was the final straw. You couldn't stop making small stupid errors lately in your magical training with Frigga. Although she was patient and kind, you could see the disapproval in your beloved mentor's eyes and that was worse than a tirade. And now this.

You took a breath, gathered yourself behind the inscrutable mask you were so accustomed to now, and politely excused yourself for the evening with some remark about the late hour.

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Now you raced against your feelings as you stepped quickly down the marble hall, nearly to the safety of your quarters, to privacy. I'm going to make it. You told yourself.

As you reached towards the door of your quarters, a blinding green light interrupted you and Loki's form materialized in your path.

You flinched a little, surprised that the younger prince stood before you with his hands calmly held behind his back.

Alright, just a little longer. Keep it together just a little longer. You ordered yourself.

“Your...Your Highness. What can I do for you?”

He took a measured breath and stepped closer, icy eyes looking down to meet yours, “Dear lady, I was actually wondering what I could do for you.”

You swallowed hard. You had always found the sly brilliant prince intimidating. You studied magic alongside him under Frigga's tutelage. He was spectacular, running circles around you every single lesson. In all these years, he never so much as said an entire sentence to you until now. He seemed barely aware of your presence, in fact, focused instead on larger schemes, ambition and glorious purpose.

You chuckled at the thought. Glorious purpose...meanwhile I have no purpose at all.

“What's so funny?” the prince asked, brows knitted in confusion.

To your horror, you found you had only begun to laugh harder and suddenly you couldn't stop, “Sorry...my liege...I just. Sometimes the arbitrary cruelty of my stupid life strikes me as, well, very tragic...and very funny.”

To your surprise, Loki smiled...not a small polite grin that you'd seen him give many times, but a full wide mischievous Cheshire cat smile, broadcasting an almost manic delight. It frightened you a bit, but gods, he looked even more shockingly handsome than before. You didn't think that was possible.

You flinched a little as he walked closer and his hand came to your face. His fingers felt cool against your hot skin as you realized he was wiping tears away; tears you didn't even realize you had begun to cry.

He nodded toward your door and placed a graceful hand on the small of your back, guiding you. With an understanding kindness in his eyes he whispered. “Come on, let's sit and talk.”

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As you sat facing each other on your couch, he conjured two warm cups of tea and a blanket around you. Surprised, you gripped both closer to you and the warm comfort began to seep through the cracks of your icy loneliness.

“Thank you,” you said with a small smile.

He inclined his head of beautiful black hair in a graceful nod. “My pleasure.”

“Forgive me for asking, Your Highness...”

“Loki...just Loki...please.”

“Loki,” you said slowly, cautiously. “Why...why are you doing this? Why are you being so kind.”

He sipped for a moment, taking time to gather his thoughts (a habit his brother apparently didn't share). “I know what it's like. I've been where you are. I've felt what you feel.”

His large lovely eyes never left you, bright and blue and full of sincerity. Not what you were expecting from the god of lies. “Forgive me, Si....Loki...but no, you don't. And no, you haven't.” You took a deep breath and looked to your hands, his intense gaze becoming too much. “You're perfect...at magic...at everything...a prince of the realm. Your place is solid and secure and important. You have a glorious purpose. I...I am simply not enough...not good enough...not smart enough...not enough like them.”

You began to sniff and squint and look away, horrified that the hot tears dared to fall in front of him, of all people. His long hand found yours and encompassed it. He scooted closer and said, “Darling, I assure you, I'm not perfect. I've also been the butt of Thor's stupid jokes and mockery for years on end, the mere spare prince to my kingdom. No one listens to me. I'm not like them. I never was, and I'm not sure why. Much like you, I say very little because I'm trying to be strong, trying to not give them any more fodder to ridicule me. I live in the shadows, just as you do.”

You met his piercing eyes this time, with your soft ones. Loki thought they looked so kind, that you looked so beautiful in this moment and he scolded himself for not reaching out to you sooner. He had always had so much affection for your, but he never dared come closer. You had built walls around yourself just as high and thick as his own, after all. Of course, It didn't fool him, and he always wanted to know what was behind them. “That's a shame,” you said, squeezing his hand. “How can they not see how incredible you are. How dare they treat such a beautiful person so badly?” You said in awe.

He peaked his eyebrows and smiled sweetly, his own eyes welling at your praise. Loki had always seemed dangerous and alluring to you, all angles and metal and leather and deep silky voice. You had never seen him so solicitous and vulnerable. You said carefully, “I...I realize, that this is a gift, you've given me. I don't take it for granted.”

“What do you mean?”

“Seeing you more...intimately. I'm grateful. It's good to not be alone for once.”

“You matter, darling. You are so much more than 'enough'. You are exquisite.” he said, kissing your forehead. “Now,” he said, conjuring a dagger with a dangerous glint in his eye, “Let have a bit of fun with Thor and his friends, shall we?”

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who could ever compare to you? (loki x reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: you have a conversation with loki after he does some dumb things because of jealousy

a/n: um so i wrote this little thing. it’s been on my mind since forever cause loki is my soulmate. anyways… enjoy!!!

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he stumbles into the room in a fit of rage, slamming the bathroom door and locking himself inside.

“loki,” you call out to him calmly, “open up, come on.” no answer. you sigh.

flicking your wrist, the door is unlocked with your magic.

“i’m coming in…” you say as you slowly push it open, trying to asses the situation. at first, you don’t see him, but then you do, and the sight makes your heart squeeze itself from all the love you feel for this grumpy man.

“love, what are you doing in the bathtub?” you ask him, trying not to laugh. he doesn’t look at you. “baby,” you say softly, knowing he can’t resist when you call him that. he slowly looks up at you and purses his lips. then, he opens his mouth to speak but no sound comes out, so he closes it again. he repeats the same action one more time before letting out a huff.

“i understand if you are upset with me-“ you let out a laugh. he furrows his brows. “what is so funny?” he asks, beginning to look offended.

you sigh before moving over to where he is and lowering yourself onto the bathtub, straddling him. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and caress the short hairs on the nape of his neck. he closes his eyes as he takes in a deep breath and seems to relax a bit as he puts his hands on your hips. then he opens them and looks at you with his beautiful puppy dog eyes.

“you are not angry?” he asks, unsure. you smile softly and shake your head. “but-“

“i definitely think you should apologize to fandral but i’m not angry at you.” at that he clenches his jaw.

“i will not apologize to that imbecile.” you bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac. he seems to notice it and he frowns again. “why are you finding this amusing?” you let out a snort.

“i just- i find it a bit funny.”

“you find the fact that i got into a physical altercation with my brothers best friend because he was flirting with you funny?” he asks, confused and you shrug.

“yeah i just-“ you laugh again and run your hands down his soft curls. then, you tilt your head to the side as you look at him in the eyes. “i just- i thought that it was so obvious that i’m completely yours that i didn’t think something like this would bother you.” he’s taken aback by your answer because his mouth opens and then closes again like a fish out of water. so you use his silence to continue with a soft smile playing on your lips. “i could not care less if fandral was flirting with me, and to be honest, i didn’t even notice it; i was too busy looking at you.” his hands squeeze your hips and he looks at you, so unsure that you want to grab his face and pepper it with kisses. so that’s what you do. by the end of your attack, he’s pursing his lips to stop himself from smiling. “loki,” you look at him with eyes full of truth, “i love you.” you let out a small laugh and bite your lower lip as you shake your head, unbelieving of the love that he evokes in you. “i’m like- literally obsessed with you, i don’t think you understand.”

“darling-“

“no, let me.” you cut him off. “all the men and women in the world could be flirting with me and i would not even spare them a glance. why would i when i’m with the love of my life, the king of my heart?”

the god in front of you scrunches up his eyebrows and looks at you with so much vulnerability that you want to kill anyone who has ever made him feel like he’s not deserving of the love you feel for him. “i love you, i don’t care about anyone else, you’re all i think about.” he swallows harshly.

“i’m sorry, my love. i simply- i’m just scared that you will one day realize that you could do so much better than me.” at that you frown.

“better than you?” you say, upset. he looks at you and nods. “if i didn’t love you so much i would slap you right now. better than you? better than you?” you repeat, incredulous. “who could be better than you? who could know me inside and out and love and accept me like you do? who could make me feel like i’m on fire by simply looking at me? who could touch me like you do? who could ever compare to you?”

loki looks at you, speechless. you are still frowning. but then, he’s kissing you and you’re sighing into his mouth. he kisses you roughly, hands roaming your back, your ass, then back up to the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you let out a moan of pleasure when you feel the warmth of his tongue enter your mouth and he pulls on your hair, pulling away from you but still so close you can feel his breath on your lips.

“i don’t know what i ever did to deserve you.” you kiss him again.

“nothing loki, you never had to do anything other than being yourself.”

“you’re going to be the death of me.” you purse your lips to stop yourself from smiling but fail miserably.

“i really hope i’m not.” he lets out a laugh and kisses you again.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.” you smile and raise your eyebrows.

“what now?” he asks in fake exasperation.

“after we are done, you will apologize to fandral. perhaps even give him a hug.” he frowns.

“i will not.”

“no?” you ask him, cocking your head to side. “well then, i guess i’ll go to sleep now.” you tell him as you begin getting up. he is quick to pull you into his lap again.

“we are not done here, darling.” you smirk and speak sweetly.

“we are if you don’t promise you’ll apologize after.” he lifts his chin and takes in a deep breath. you look at him defiantly. his resolve doesn’t seem to waver, so you do the one thing you know will work.

“darling-“ he lets out a strangled moan when you circulate your hips against his growing bulge.

“yes baby?” you ask innocently. loki looks at you with a clenched jaw as you keep staring at him with doe eyes. after a bit of a staring contest, he lets out a harsh breath.

“fine. i will apologize.” he concedes. you grin and circulate your hips again, making him groan. “but i will not-“ he moans again as you begin kissing down his neck and bouncing on his clothed length. “i will not hug him.” you chuckle and bite him.

“i wasn’t expecting you to.” you tell him and then begin taking off your underwear. you were in for a long night of proving him that no one could touch you the way he did. but the next morning, it was apology time.

[springdandelixn]

The Great Escape

Summary: Your chance of freedom diminishes as the prince reminds you of your place.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, magic bondage, outdoor sex, humiliation, physical violence.

Characters: Dark!Loki x Reader

A/N: This fic is part of the Secret Santa Collection by @fictive-sl0th​. As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs will be amazing. I hope you guys enjoy! 💚

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you run as fast as you could down the path to the docks, your sack of meager belongings bouncing at your side. You see the longboat to Vanir just up ahead, hearing the boatman calling for final passengers and a smile of relief plays on your lips, almost tasting the freedom that you’ve been yearning for since meeting the prince. 

You couldn’t miss the window of opportunity presented to you when Tove pulled you to dance with her and Brigit. You made it a point to squeeze between the towering forms of the men and the swaying bodies of the women, moving along to the music to put on a show of enjoyment and basking in the sounds of the lute and trumpets booming in the great hall as the celebration reached its peak. 

As soon as you saw Loki’s attention averted toward Lord Fandral, you immediately made to escape the festivity; stalking silently across the halls so as to not get caught by any servant or guard that is loyal to the prince. You grabbed your sack by the gates and wasted no second running away from the palace. 

You grunt as your foot gets caught in the muddy path. You pull yourself free but your slippers get stuck into the earth. Still, you pay them no mind, leaving them behind as you continue your sprint toward the boat. 

The docks finally come to view and you can’t help the tears that spring from your eyes as you feel the clutches of Loki slip from your mind but you gasp all of a sudden and stop in your tracks when you feel your throat tighten. Your knees buckle and you collapse to the ground, your hand reaching for your neck as the pressure around it intensifies, grabbing on the chain of the necklace around your throat. 

“And just where do you think you’re going, Little Mouse?” A chill fills your bones when you hear the baritone of Loki’s voice. 

“Lo—” You try to speak but the grip around your neck tightens, choking you while the emerald stone hanging on the necklace glows brightly against your skin. 

The breath is knocked out of you when you’re kicked at your side, rolling unto your back, fear creeping up your spine when you see Loki’s face above yours, angry and menacing. You gasp for air when the tension around your throat is lifted but Loki drops his foot over your chest, squirming against the dirt path as he pins you to the ground. 

“I look away for one second and I find you here, trying to flee.” He sneers and you yelp when he presses down his boot harder. 

“Please, Loki—” 

“I dress you in lavish clothes and adorn you in the finest jewelry. I give you the comforts of the palace and this is how you repay me?!” He snarls, his foot lifting from your chest but it is no reprieve as he kicks your side once more.

Your hands reach down to soothe the searing pain in your ribs but you’re not given that chance when Loki drops to his knees, flipping you back on your stomach and clamping his fingers around the back of your neck, choking once again when he pushes you further into the dirt. 

You struggle in turning your head to the side, digging your fingers into the soil as you try to push yourself off the ground, hoping you’d push him off just the same. But your strength is no match with the god, your attempts proving futile as he remains atop you, his weight pressing down on you. 

Panic surges through your veins when you feel his hand pulling at the skirts of your dress, the same one he’s given you along with the necklace before the feast, the fabric bunching up at your waist and you try to kick him away, legs flailing. You only stop when he slaps your thigh harshly, tugging at your small clothes roughly and looking at the flimsy fabric when he throws it at the side of your head.

“Loki—”

“You have no respect!” He snarls and you whimper when his hand presses against your cunt, fingers deftly moving to circle around your bud. “You have lost the privilege to say my name!” A cry is pulled from your lips when he dips two fingers into your slit, hating yourself for how your body readily responds to his touch, the slick gathering at the apex of your thighs. 

You feel his impatience as he thrusts his fingers deeper, faster, a reluctant moan slipping from your lips when he spreads them apart, stretching you wide. You try to push him off once more but he doesn’t move, only stopping any further attempts when he squeezes the sides of our neck hard. 

“Stop trying to find a way out of this.” Loki snarls, leaving you hollow when he pulls out his fingers, smearing your wetness on the inside of your thigh. Another wave of fear washes over you when you hear him fumbling with his pants from behind. 

“My prince—please,” You beg and try to reach behind you, to stop him from his brutality, but your words fall on deaf ears and your hands desist to move, wrists pinned into the dirt by his Seiðr and you’re left at his mercy, free for him to use you as he pleases.

Your tears spring free from your eyes as you whimper and continue to implore for his compassion, to release you from his wrath. His hand leaves your neck all the same and he goes to grab you by the hips, pulling you flush against his pelvis and feeling his cock brush threateningly against your cunt. 

He impales you all at once, your walls hugging him tightly as he sits inside completely. You mumble your curses against the ground, your tears staining your face and mixing in with the dirt. You feel his clothed chest press against your back, his hot breath fanning over your skin and you grunt as he snaps his hips hard, jolting your body forward and crying when your arms are pulled from your invisible restraints. 

“You may have forgotten who owns you, Little Mouse, but your body definitely remembers.” You feel his smirk against your skin, Loki pulling his hips back, leaving only the tip of his cock in your cunt before thrusting back harshly, a cry of pain retching from your throat as he begins to fuck you at a brutal pace. 

Your fingers curl against the dirt, your body rigid as you take on his wicked punishment. You keep your eyes forward, orbs locked onto the longboat and you feel all hope leave you when it sails away, your only chance of freedom slipping from your grasp. 

You close your eyes. You’re not there. You’re on the boat, floating freely toward another land where Loki cannot find you. But such thoughts diminish and your attempt to remove your spirit from his clutches proves fruitless as the sound of slapping skin and his grunts invade your senses, tying you down completely to your reality. 

Your walls flutter around his cock and you moan when he slides in deeper, the tip repeatedly ramming against the bundle of nerves hidden within. You’re panting and so is he, his hands pressing your pelvis down onto the ground, keeping your arse high for him and lifting his pelvis only to adjust his position and impaling you anew, feeling him fully once more as he takes everything from you.

His nails dig into your skin, the pain radiating throughout your body and you gasp when you feel the sudden pull at the pit of your stomach. You try to stop it, to not give him the satisfaction of bringing you pleasure despite his roughness, something you could have control over. But his fingers find your sacred bud once more, rubbing it in accord with his thrusts.

“You’re mine, Little Mouse.” He growls as he bends over you once again, his raven hair curtaining around yours and you cry when he adds pressure to the nub.

The dam within you breaks and a silent scream is pulled from your lips, Loki following suit, his groans of pleasure bouncing off the bushes and the trees as his essence mixes with yours. You slump unto the ground, tears falling afresh, and you whimper when he rolls his pelvis against your thighs, keeping himself snug inside. 

“You are nothing without me.” He whispers when he leans down once more, his voice licking against the shell of your ear. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see his emeralds piercing through your soul. 

“Everything that you are is mine.” He says menacingly, trepidation filling your heart as he presses a kiss on your dirtied cheek, sealing your fate with finality. 

The merriment in the banquet hall fills your ears as you follow Loki from behind. The necklace he’s given you has now turned into a metal collar around your neck, a long chain shackled at the middle with the end held tightly in Loki’s grasp. 

You try to steer away from the direction of the Yule celebration, not wanting to have people witness your state of disarray. But Loki tugs on the chain harshly, having you bump against him and you bow your head, casting your eyes to the ground as you follow him with reluctance back into the hall. 

The silence that casts throughout the crowd is deafening and the gasps coming from the lips of the witnesses bare down on you, making you want to disappear even more. Your clothes are a wreck, the fabric ripped from your struggles with Loki on the ground. Dirt and mud cling to your skin, and you don’t doubt that your binds are the most prominent in their eyes. 

There is no evidence left on Loki’s form, using his magic to cleanse him from his brutality and presenting himself as the regal prince the Asgardians know him to be. He brings you with him to the high table, the prince reclaiming his seat beside his brother, and all at once the merriment resumes, laughter and music echoing in the great hall. 

“You really know how to put on a spectacle, brother.” The king, Thor, booms at Loki’s side. You grunt when he tugs you closer, Loki’s arm snaking around your waist to have you sit at the arm of his chair.

You don’t look up but you sense the king’s lingering gaze on your dirtied form and you don’t doubt that he’s known of his brother’s lecherous deeds toward you since the beginning. 

“I am simply reminding the little mouse of her place.” Loki intones and you look up when he grabs your chin and tilts your head back, forcing you to meet his emerald eyes. “Isn’t that right, pet?” You see the threat in them and you acquiesce to his words.

“Yes, my prince.”

The words given to me were Christmas Gala, necklace and Asgard!Loki. I used Yule instead of gala since I wasn’t sure if gala is used in the world of Asgard. And this is dedicated to @fictive-sl0th​. I know it’s not your usual Christmas fic but I hope you enjoyed!

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

💥Marvel Masterlist💥

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collages

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon 

💜 Quotes

💞 Drabble

Adam Warlock

- Virginity 💚🔥

- It’s Okay Not To Be Okay 💞🌨️🌸

Bucky

- Nightmare 💙🌸🌨️

- Hike 💙🌸

- Gags 💚🔥

- So Desperate 💚🔥

- Please Love Me 💚⭐️🌨️

- Crush 💞⭐️

- Don’t Drink 💚🌨️🌸

- Swing Dancing 💙🌸

- Betty Boop 💙⭐️

- Drunk Mistake 💚🌸⭐️

Charles Xavier

- Best Friend 💖🌈

Fandral

- Denial 💚🔥

- Two Fae in The Forest 💚🔥

Helmut Zemo

- Medical Play 💚🔥

- Pancakes Fix Everything 💚🌸🌨️

- Car Ride 💚🔥

- Undercover Hurt 💚🌨️

Logan

- Daddy 💚🔥

Loki

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- Don’t Care About You 💚🔥

- So Desperate 💚🔥

- Use Your Words 💚🔥

- Mini Skirt 💙⭐️

- Trouble In The Garden 💚🔥🌸

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- Is This A Date? 💚🌸

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Natasha

- Crush 💞⭐️

Pietro

- Praise 💚🔥

Sif

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Steve Rogers

- Collar 💚🔥

- His Desires 💚🔥

- I Thought I Lost You 💚🌸

- Bombshell 💙🌸

Thor

- Sensory Deprivation 💚🔥

- Rock Concert 💙🌸

- Armour 💙⭐️

Venon/Eddie

- Monster 💚🔥

Victor Creed

- Bondage 💚🔥

Multiple

- Meeting Your Partner 💖🌸

- Asking You Out 💖🌸

- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥

- Cosplayer 💖🌈

[lokisrealpurpous]

Hi, I just saw your post on dating Loki in a nutshell. I was wondering if you have any headcannons on what kind of food he likes? Personally, I think he's more of a savory than sweet kind of guy.

Personally I think he'd prefer savouries, like cheese and crackers, nuts, well cooked meats, pasta, sushi (fish), soup and he probably loves a roast dinner (me too loki me too) But overall he loves fruit, especially grapes and strawberries. And sweet pie, I can see him making it with frigga as a kid.

I'm not hugely sure, though. I can't see him being a massive foodie.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 26

Warnings: 18+readersonly, smut, angst, fem x fem smut, poly relationship, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

ELIZABETEH FELT OVERWHELMED. SHE hadn't put the dots together until she'd descended the staircase, heard the whispers emerge, and had realized she was the only other person wearing green.

Except Loki.

She knew that the Queen had something to do with it, after all Frigga was the one who had given the dress to her. It had felt like silk over her body, especially the long cape that draped her bare shoulders and sparkled. Though there had been several hundred pins stuck in her hair, she couldn't feel anything at all, except that the curls that were on the sides of her face tickled a little.

She hadn't dared hesitate to take Loki's hands, not with the whole of Asgard watching. And his own hand, she noticed, seemed the same temperature as hers whereas everyone else was hot. She felt relief when he led her over to Hogun and the whispers had not ceased, but simply grown louder into conversation.

"You look stunning." Hogun greeted her and she smiled as he leaned down and kissed her.

Elizabeth desperately wished to ask Hogun what he knew. He seemed unperturbed that Loki had been the one to greet her from the stairs. He'd even winked and now was completely friendly with Loki. She couldn't help but feel as though everyone knew something that she didn't.

"How is your shoulder feeling?" Hogun asked. He had left the training room before the incident and had only heard of it later.

"Much better. Queen Frigga healed it like magic." Elizabeth replied.

Loki chuckled. "That's because it was magic kitten. Who do you think taught me?"

"You can heal too?" Elizabeth asked in surprise, looking over at him.

"Yes." Loki admitted. "Though it is my less widely known magic. I prefer conjuring knives up out of midair or turning into snakes to try and bite my brother."

Elizabeth grinned. "And you could be so nice."

Hogun chuckled beside her. "He could. But what is mischief without trouble?"

"Stop hogging her." Fandral complained, play pushing Hogun aside. "Greetings once more fair Ice princess."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Why do people call you dashing again?"

"I'm wounded!" Fandral cried dramatically and Sif rolled her eyes too before smiling gently at Elizabeth.

"May I have the first dance?" Loki asked, holding his hand out. Elizabeth's eyes darted very quickly to Hogun, but he was just smiling and she looked back to Loki.

"Okay." She whispered, suddenly self-conscious again, letting her hand slip into his. He led her away from the group, slipping in easily with the rest of the dancers. Loki towered over her and she suddenly felt small and insignificant, unlike the way that she'd felt when they were just friends in New York.

"I can't dance." She blurted out as her hands were placed firmly on his shoulders, unable to reach all the way around his neck without standing on her tip toes, even in heels.

Loki grinned. "That's alright kitten. You only need a strong lead for an adequate dance. If you'd rather, you can step on my feet, but kick your heels off first."

Elizabeth laughed, though she wasn't entirely sure what was funny. All she knew was that Loki was making her feel lighter than she'd felt in weeks.

She quieted a little as they had no more conversation between them. He looked down at her, and she looked up at him, both silent in their thoughts. She was trying to read his eyes, which for her was near impossible. She had never been great at reading people. But she thought he looked longing or longing for something.

As the dance came to a close, Loki led her back over to the main group and she found that Thor and Y/N had joined.

One look at her sister and something inside of her popped like a balloon. Her sister was gorgeous. Flawlessly gorgeous. She was wearing a dress that was shimmering and gold, her makeup and hair down in a way to make her look like a Queen. Like she could really be Queen Frigga's daughter.

"You look beautiful Y/N." She said warmly, immediately masking her self-pity, jealousy, and self-loathing. "The dress looks absolutely breathtaking on you."

"Thank you." Y/N replied, smiling back at her. "You look wonderful Elizabeth, this really is your colour."

Elizabeth smiled and let Hogun take her out onto the dance floor next. Hogun made her laugh and for brief moments she forgot how ugly she was compared to her sister. She she danced with Loki, Hogun, Tony, Stephen, Fandral, Sam several times around and even some of the surprising ones like Rhodey, Pietro, Volstagg, Fury, and Vision once. Thor had even taken her for a spin as his future sister-in-law. And they all made her forget that self-loathing.

But she never forgot that, for a moment, she'd selfishly wished Loki truly was hers.

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"THAT WAS THE BEST FUN I'VE HAD IN weeks." You breathed out as you and Thor made your way out of the ballroom. Your feet were killing you and you took the advantage to slip them out of your heels. Thor bent to pick them up and carried them by the straps in the opposite hand of the one that was holding your own.

"I'm glad you had fun my Queen." Thor said, squeezing your hand. "How are you feeling? Would you rather relax or perhaps have more fun in the bed?"

You grinned, looking up at him. "I can't think of a better way to finish tonight off than in bed."

Thor smiled and then asked seriously. "How would you feel, if Sif and Fandral wanted to join? You can say no, of course and they will understand. As will I, of course. But I thought the option should at least be open to you if you'd want it."

You thought of the dark headed woman and the dashing man. The idea of having both of them in bed, along with Thor, seemed both exciting, yet almost foreign like it was illegal. Exhilarating.

"I'd love that." You said brightly. "They'll be okay with me joining?"

"Do not worry, I have already asked if they would be okay with you joining." Thor replied boisterously. "They were rather excited. It's been a long time since the three of us have brought anyone else into our bed."

"I feel flattered," You joked to hide the nerves.

Thor kissed your cheek. "Do not be nervous my love. Sif is my other soulmate and Fandral is a fine fellow. Neither will make you uncomfortable, I swear. And you can always say no."

"Thank you." You said softly and let him lead you to a bedroom you had not seen yet. Fandral and Sif were already inside, the room decorated in dark reds and silvers. It was clearly Fandrals' room.

The bed was rather large, which would easily fit the four of you, especially with Sif and you both have slighter figures than the males. Sif was already completely naked on the bed, giving you a good view of her pale, flawless skin glowing in the moonlight which streamed in through the windows.

Fandral was half-naked, his pants tight and his bare chest firm with chiseled abs. His red blond hair was in a sexy mess around his face and he grinned as you and Thor entered the room.

"You're just in time!" He said warmly as Sif leaned forward to undo the buttons on his pants.

"Remember," Thor said as he removed his own armor and shirt, his chiseled abs now in competition with Fandrals'. "She's fairly new to the entire thing and I'm not sure. . ." He glanced over at you sheepishly. "Have you ever been with another woman?"

"Once, but it wasn't really much more than kissing and a little touching." You admitted, shivering slightly as his fingers brushed down your shoulders before he started to unzip the back of your dress.

"Just be gentle with her." Thor commanded.

"I'll try." Sif purred before throwing you a wink. You could already feel the heat pooling at your core.

Thor chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before letting the dress come down. After a majority of it got past your waist, it pooled on the thick carpet floor and Thor lifted you up in his arms, carrying you over to the bed.

You blushed self-consciously as you sat between Thor and Sif. Sif reached over, her eyes asking for permission which you gave, and she pulled you to her so that you could kiss her.

Kissing Sif was unlike anything you'd ever experienced with the men. Her lips were gentler, smooth, and tasted like strawberries. Her hands were smaller, though they had the same slightly calloused feeling as she spent a majority of her time wielding a sword.

You reacted, closing your eyes, but letting your hands run over her body. Her arms were firm with muscle, but the entirety of her skin was as smooth as it was flawless. You cupped her breasts in your hands as she sucked your bottom lip into her mouth, low moans and sighs coming from the both of you.

Her breasts were large and soft, her nipples hard and firm. You felt a hand touch your back and you were fairly certain it was Fandral as the hand seemed just slightly smaller than Thor's.

You opened your eyes as the two of you pulled apart. Her dark eyes were twinkling and you blushed again under her gaze. You could smell lavender, but also the husky scent of Fandral. Thor was near as well, you could see him lingering by the beside, clearly waiting for you to be completely comfortable with the other two before he joined.

Sif gently pushed you onto your back and you went with her motions, laying down on the soft comforter of the bed. Thor stood at the foot of the bed by your head, leaning over to kiss you while you felt the dips and movements in the bed, letting you know the other two were moving.

"You alright love?" Thor asked softly, nipping at the skin under your ear.

You nodded, feeling Sif and Fandral each moving your legs apart. Thor stroked your hair and you were already starting to feel light and you'd barely even started.

Sif and Fandral worked as a flawless team, attaching both of their mouths to your cunt. Fandral sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while Sifs' darted in and out of your folds.

Thor held your hands in one of his, pulling you just a little closer so that your head was hanging off the edge of the bed. You opened your mouth, tongue flicking out to tease him before he gently started to fuck your mouth.

Fandral pushed two fingers into your pulsating cunt and your walls immediately clenched tightly around his fingers. Sif made quiet noises against your folds, which vibrated pleasantly and mixed with the overwhelming feeling of Fandrals' tongue on your nub.

"You're being so good for us princess." Fandral chuckled and you squealed, twisting as his words vibrated directly against your button.

"I'm going to cum." You whined- or tried to whine- around Thor's large pulsating cock.

Fandral sucked harder, fingers thrusting deep inside of you and you came quickly while Sif lapped your essence up through his fingers.

When Fandral pulled away from you, Thor reached out and sucked the rest of your juices off of Fandrals' fingers. You could feel yourself getting needier if that was possible. You'd never seen Thor interact with another man before and it was sexy as fuck.

"Alright princess, up we go." Fandral said, and you soon found yourself speared on Thor's prick while Fandral fucked Sif. The two of you girls faced each other and you caressed and touched and kissed as they fucked you.

The room was filled with soft and loud moans, four bodies twisted together as one, and enough love, passion, and lust to last a week.

Thor was the last to get tuckered out and once that was over, washcloths were produced to clean all of you up, and tossed to get rid of. Fandral and Thor both produced shirts for you and Sif to wear and then you all snuggled up together in bed, pressed between Sif and Thor.

"That was amazing." You mumbled against Thor's chest. "We have to do that again sometime."

Sif's laugh was a soft breeze against your neck. "Don't worry, we will."

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ELIZABETH SPENT HER NIGHT IN A LESS pleasant fashion. She wasn't sure what brought the nightmare on. Perhaps the fall, perhaps Frigga's words, perhaps old emotions from her youth being stirred up again. Whatever the case, it brought on familiar nightmares.

She was hanging from the cliff again, as she always was. Y/N was standing over her, wearing a pink dress this time. It was the sort've baby pink that was always used for baby girl aesthetics. Her blond hair was long again, the way that it had been before she'd cut it. Y/N had pulled it into pigtails and fix two large pink bows in them.

"What's wrong little sister?" Y/N asked, her voice chirpy like a bird. The sun was setting behind her, hidden behind her older sister's head, giving her a halo sort've look. Like a fallen angel.

"Please help me up." Elizabeth begged, digging her nails into the Earth. She could feel the blades of grass breaking off from the ground, the dirt under her nails was gritty and unstable.

"I can't help you." Y/N said pleasantly. "I'm not what's stopping you from getting up. I'm not holding you down, am I?"

"But you could help me!" Elizabeth begged, kicking her feet slightly, trying to find purchase against the cliff side to hoist herself up. Realizing that her sister was not going to help her was making her heart start to constrict.

Suddenly, Loki was standing there, pushing Y/N back a moment and kneeling by the cliff side. He was dressed in green and gold, an actual crown on his head. His black hair was shorter, slicker as well, curling around his ears in straight waves instead of curly ones. He looked younger, his face smoother, eyes softer.

"Elizabeth, take my hand." He said gently, blue eyes staring into hers.

"I-I can't." Elizabeth said, though she itched to take it. "If I let go, I'll fall."

Loki reached further. "I will never let you fall. Take my hand."

Elizabeth wanted to, but Y/N's eyes were piercing her from where she stood in the background. And Y/N spoke then, like Loki could not hear her. Perhaps he didn't hear her. "Loki is mine little sister. You cannot touch him. Your hand will fall through his like he isn't even there. He is mine."

"Let me help you." Loki said.

Elizabeth reached out and their fingers met and he gripped to pull her up off the cliff. But Y/N was there and Loki dropped Elizabeth's hand so that she had to clutch hard at the earth with her other hand so she didn't fall.

Red blossomed around the cloth by Loki's heart as Y/N retracted the dagger. The blood dripped to the soil and the flowers where the blood landed turned brown, shriveled, and died. Loki's eyes looked upwards and Y/N said. "You betrayed me." She looked at Elizabeth. "If I can not have Loki, no one can."

Only now she dropped Loki's body, tossing the knife so that the point was stuck upright in the soil. She grabbed Elizabeth's hands and Elizabeth screamed in fear. This could not be her sister in front of her. It couldn't.

"Long live the Queen." Y/N sang and threw Elizabeth backwards off the cliff.

She was still screaming when Hogun jerked her out of the dream, latching onto him and her screams choked off and turned into sobs as she cried into his shoulder, shaking. Another hand was there, and a few more voices, of all she recognized.

When she recovered, she found she was hugging Hogun, with Tony behind her and a hand on her back. Stephen and Rhodey were standing at the foot of the bed, looking completely concerned. Sam came bursting into the room at that second, completely disheveled and pale.

"L-Loki. Is he okay? Is he dead?" Elizabeth finally choked out.

Hogun wiped her face with his hands. "Loki is perfectly fine Elizabeth. I promise." He looked over his shoulder and Stephen and Rhodey left the room.

"You're worried about Loki?" Tony asked softly.

"I dreamed he was k- that he died." Elizabeth shuddered. "I mean, I know it was a dream but it felt so. . ."

"Real." Tony finished, hugging her tightly from behind. "But he's alright. Heimdall for one would know if any danger was coming to reindeer games, okay?"

Elizabeth nodded, rubbing her eyes, feeling exhausted once more.

Sam sat down at the edge of the bed to take one of her hands and she squeezed it for comfort.

"Thank you for checking on me." She murmured to all of them.

"Of course sweetheart." Tony whispered.

"You scared me." Sam said hoarsely, the first thing he'd said since he'd been in the room. Elizabeth could feel that he was still shaking slightly. "I thought-" His voice cracked "I thought you were being taken again."

"I'm okay Sam." Elizabeth whispered, leaning forward a little so that Sam could wrap his arms around her. "It was just a stupid nightmare."

Sam just nodded, holding onto her for dear life.

Stephen came back, though Rhodey didn't, and brought Loki along with him. Unlike the others, Loki didn't look as though he'd gone to bed yet, despite it being nearly three in the morning. Though he had shadows under his eyes, he was still dressed in the ball clothes minus the armor.

Sam let her go for a moment and Loki came to stand in front of her, taking one of her hands into his. "Are you alright kitten? The wizard said you had a nightmare where I died."

"Murdered." Elizabeth choked out. "You were killed right before me and I couldn't. . . I couldn't do anything. And it was my fault that you died."

Loki rubbed comforting circles onto the back of her hand. "But I'm right here. It was just a nightmare. Believe me Elizabeth, people have tried to kill me before and they've never succeeded. Thanos even tried to snap my neck and I escaped from his grasp. And you could never be responsible for my death."

Elizabeth took in another shuddering breath, feeling calmer now that Loki was right in front of her. She didn't want to tell him that the dream was symbolic. It wasn't Loki that was dying in the dream, it was the connection between her and her sister. That accepting Loki would ruin her relationship with her sister.

But she didn't want to explain that in front of Tony, Stephen, and Sam. Loki leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She felt a warmth sweep through her, the same way as when Hogun did it. "Get some better sleep. And have better dreams as well."

She could both see and also feel the slight green haze and knew he'd worked some sort of magic to make sure of just that. He left the room in a puff of green smoke.

"Are you going to be okay? I. . ." Sam hesitated. "I have to. . ."

"I'm going to be alright." Elizabeth said, squeezing his hand one more time. "I understand you have to go back to them."

Sam looked almost guilty and Elizabeth smiled. "They're your soulmates Sam. I would hate if you stopped being with them to prove something about me. Besides, they make you happy and that's all I want for you."

"I want you to be happy too." Sam murmured and Elizabeth leaned forward, pecking him on the lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Elizabeth whispered.

He left the room softly and she looked at the others. "I don't think I can sleep by myself tonight."

"Okay love." Hogun whispered, picking her up in his arms. Tony pulled the covers back. Elizabeth was nestled between Tony and Hogun, Tony making sure to wrap his arms tightly around her. Hogun on the other hand made sure to grab one of the fluffy blankets to wrap her with, so that she would be warm.

They fell asleep quickly but Elizabeth did not. Instead, she watched the solar system that Stephen projected on the ceiling. Only after Stephen fell asleep, the system slowly blinking out of existence, did she finally fall asleep between them.

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[mochie85]

Dear, congrats again on this milestone! I’m sooo happy for you and hope to keep enjoying your amazing writing and talent in this place 💜

I want to make a request with a song, just if it inspires you, so no pressure (;

Brut Gold - Chapter 1 Loki & Lia

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Summary: Loki sees you dancing in his club and is immediately infatuated with you. Pairing: Mob!Loki x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3K Warnings: No Smut, angst, killing, language A/N: Part of my 1K follower celebration. I want to thank @coldnique for this request and for introducing me to this song. I love this song! It is now on heavy rotation in my playlist. And the following scenario is what I pictured when I first heard it. So I hope you like it.

The haze of the club seeped through the walls and into the lungs of every guest attending that night. The air was heavy with deep breaths and sighs. The music was so loud and deep you only had yourself for company; because no one else could hear anything you could or would be saying.

The large hall was dark, with vintage speakeasy furnishings and two bars that boasted to have every drink imaginable. There were private booths in the back that were separated by curtains of red and chrome. Curls of smoke could be seen wafting out when the curtains were pushed back to reveal secrets and obscurities.

Beyond that were the private rooms of the owners where they conducted their daily business.

The Odinsons. They were brothers from an old family, with ties to the royal households of Norway dating back a long time. With money stretching even further back.

Back here, the curls of smoke were thicker with lace and the music was replaced by the screams of people whom the brothers had deemed worthy of their attention. Good…and bad.

Loki had just collected his dagger from the body slumped on the floor. His second-in-command, Fandral, quickly approached him and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his blade. “Thank you, kommandør. Be a dear and dispose of the trash, will you?” Fandral nodded silently to Loki as Hogun leaped up to help him.

“Brother, if you keep killing them, we’ll never find anyone to distribute our product,” Thor said, with an amused grin. He sat with his legs crossed on the back couch, looking like a Pharoah presiding over his kingdom. His crisp white suit hung delicately along his muscular frame. Quite the opposite of Loki’s leaner figure clad in an all-black ensemble.

“Well, if we started recruiting more loyal soldater, I wouldn’t feel the need to kill them.” Loki retorted.

Just then, Lady Sif walks through the door with a tiresome expression on her face. “Another one, Loki? I just saw Fandral and Hogun carrying a black duffel bag to the back.” Loki could only shrug as he wiped his blade clean.

“There she is!” Thor yelled. “My wife. My heart.” He held out his arms for her to join him. Sif pulls out her dagger and places it against Thor’s throat.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ooh. I love it when you’re feisty.” He says pushing the blade away from himself slowly. She swings it back his way, expecting an answer. “No, I did not.” He sighs.

Satisfied by his response, she stows her blade and sits on his lap. Loki watches as Thor nuzzles up to his advisor-turned-wife, rolling his eyes at the blatant expression of love between them.

Deep down he knew he was jealous. Not of Thor, but of the connection he has with the person he found to love. But Lady Sif had always been by their side. She grew up in this life. She knows the harsh truths about sacrifice and gains. She was their rådgiver, their adviser.

Loki wanted someone outside of the chaos. Someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t expect anything out of him but love and affection. That was hard to find in the line of work he was in.

He finished cleaning his daggers when Fandral opens the door and whispers to Loki, “It’s done. Volstagg is driving it to the junkyard as we speak. The front of the house needs your presence though.”

“Thank the gods. If I must stand here another minute, I might witness the creation of my future niece or nephew.” Loki whispered back, making Fandral look at what was happening on the couch. He just rolled his eyes and followed Loki out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

Closer and closer, Loki struts to the front of the house. The music got louder. The air got thinner. And his heart raced faster in time with the beat of the music.

Loki stopped at the threshold of the large hallway, flanked by Fandral and Hogun on either side. Those closest to them stopped and stared. The three were a sight for sure. All three were dressed impeccably in black slacks and dark shirts. Loki looked the most devastating of all with his shirt sleeves still rolled up and his top buttons still loose from the ‘sentencing’ he carried out moments before.

He looked around the club and saw a large sea of people swaying and gyrating to the music. It was busier tonight than usual. The locals mixed in with the tourist crowd for the summer.

A twinkling flash of gold caught his attention in the middle of the room, and he spotted you dancing on the floor.

Everyone else stared at them. Knew of them. But you- you remained unaffected and joyous as you continued swaying your body to the deep bass of the music. Loki was mesmerized. He’d never seen you in his club before. The sway of your hips made the gold sequence of your skirt catch his eye and he couldn’t look away.

As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with attention. Some were from lower soldaters, soldiers who wanted to be in the inner circle and paid their respects. While others were of a more sexual nature. Loki ignored them all and just watched you.

He watched as your hands ran through your hair, your body moving to the beat. Your head thrown back lost in the music. He wondered if that’s how you would look, lost in passion, in between him and his bed.

You came in with a bachelorette party. The women you were with all clamoring for attention from the other clubgoers, getting drinks and compliments. You shone brightly behind them, keeping a low profile, just dancing and being protective of your friends who would otherwise end the night with some predator. Loki saw that as a positive quality of yours. Protective, loyal, caring, and gorgeous. He could see all the stares of appreciation you got every time you passed by someone.

He scoffed at the laughable attempts that were directed your way. All of which you turned down. He continued to watch you dance with your friends from one of the private booths in the back. He instructed his bartender to give you and your friends top-shelf drinks and made sure that no one else bothered you for the rest of the night.

Never, had anyone affected him this way before. Just one look at you and he was stunned. He never put much stock in fate or destiny. He always relied on his judgment and instincts. So, this fleeting moment of obsession alarmed him. “Find out all you can about her, Fandral. And don’t alert my brother of your research.” Loki asked his kommandør. Fandral and Hogun looked at each other quickly and let a sly smile pass between them.

Loki would’ve caught their little interaction, had it not been for some ingrate that tried to get handsy with you. Loki growled his displeasure from his seat.  But you quickly slapped the cretin’s hands away and pushed him off. When the lowlife tried a second time, Hogun got up to take care of the situation. He’d seen the way Loki was all night. Loki hadn’t paid a single attention to what was happening in front of him. He was too preoccupied with you. Hogun knew that if things didn’t deescalate quickly, he’d have a whole other mess to clean up.

Loki placed his hand on Hogun’s shoulder, stopping the deadly assassin from continuing. Instead, Loki made his way to you as Hogun followed behind closely. “Thor won’t like this if you make a scene, Loki,” he whispered in his ear.

“Who said I was gonna make a scene?” Loki paused with a solemn face. Hogun huffed in response. “Take that scum to the back. Make sure he doesn’t have use of those hands for the foreseeable future.” Hogun knew better than to roll his eyes at him. He simply nodded and grabbed the offending fool off by his collar.

Everyone gave Loki a wide berth as he walked right up behind you. Up till now, he’d only been watching you. But there was something about that handsy boor that stroked his possessiveness towards you.

He started to sway in time with your body. His arms snaked around your hips, as his lips came dangerously close to your ear. You were about to turn and slap whoever decided to get frisky with you until you heard Loki’s velvet voice caressing your ear, “Dance with me.”

There was a deep command laced in his tone. You had never heard a voice sound so sensual. So confident. His touch was firm but reverent. As if he were the lead dancer instructing your body on how to move. Your body relaxed into his. A sly smile formed on your face as you felt his hands trace your curves.

Loki twirled you to face him. You first noticed his eyes. They were cunning and sharp. They were also the brightest green you had ever seen. His smile was what you liked the most. His thin lips gave way to a wide smirk that promised fun and excitement. You could feel his strong arms holding you close to his body as you both swayed slowly to the fast-paced music.

“I’ve been wondering when you would make your move,” you said to him.

“So, you’ve been watching me, have you? I’m flattered.” Loki purred with a guarded smile.

“It’s hard to miss someone whose got the attention of everyone in the room.” You continued as you swayed your hips.

“Likewise, my dear. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” He whispered in your ear. A blush formed on your cheek from his charm. “Have a drink with me.” His tone left no room for refusal. Loki kissed your hand as he leads you back to his private booth. Everyone you passed just stared at you with judgment or awe.

He signaled to his barkeep for a drink while he held the curtains open for you to slide in. Soon after, a scantily clad woman, wearing the tightest mini skirt you had ever seen, walks up with a tray. She holds out the bottle for Loki to approve and he nods his head without taking his eyes off you. The pop of the bottle startled you and made you jump closer to his embrace. She eyed you suspiciously as she poured a gold bottle of brut with a spade on the front label. His eyes viciously glinted as he felt your body press up against his.

He snaked his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Have you ever had Armand de Brignac before?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. I can’t say I have,” you smiled as he reached for his glass, dismissing the bottle girl. Loki held it up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes noted how you looked down at his throat, watching him swallow the expensive champagne.

With closed lips, he leaned in close to you. He pressed his mouth to yours and puckered slightly opening your lips to the cool champagne in his mouth. You sucked on his kiss as the taste of the champagne coated it. It was tart with hints of fruits. The bubbles were still evident as they tickled in between your joined lips. You drank the rest of the champagne from his mouth. His hands held the back of your head steady, helping you drink from him. When you had finished, a trickle fell down your chin to your throat. He was quick to wipe it away with a hooked finger and brought it over to your mouth to lick off.

You played along with his game and wrapped your lips along the length of his finger, licking the drop of bubbly from the bend.

“Delicious, is it not?” his voice hitched.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Very much so.” Your mind tried to catch up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline and hot need. Your bodies were turned towards each other in the private booth as his hand continues to caress the hairs on the back of your head.

“Would you like another taste?” he offered, looking down at your lips. He grabbed the flute without waiting for your answer. As if he knew you would say yes. Hoped that you would say yes.

“Yes, please.” You whispered, making him smile. He brought his lips towards yours again and you happily drank his sweet champagne kisses. Your hands roamed his shirt, pulling on his shirt collar to move closer to you. When you had drank every last drop, you snaked your tongue in between his lips and tickled the roof of his mouth.

When you finished, you looked down at his throat again and your fingers traced the outlines of a snake tattoo on his neck. Loki rumbled at the feel of your fingers on him. “You dangerous creature. I don’t even know your name.” His breath smelled like the champagne, crisp apples, and fruit.

“My closest friends call me Lia,” you whispered as your fingers followed the tattoo down to his collarbone.

“My friends, if I had any, call me…” Loki started but he was soon interrupted by someone calling out your name.

“Lia!” Your cousin slid the curtains open, much to the protest of Hogun standing guard. She had on a tiara with a veil and a sash that said wifey around her shoulder. “Lia! There you are!” Rosaline glared at Loki and grabbed your hand. “We have to go. Other clubs to visit.” Rosaline gave Loki a tight smile as she pulled you out of the booth. She looks vaguely familiar, Loki thought, but couldn’t put his mind as to where he’s seen her before. The bachelorette get-up surely didn’t help his memory either.

“Ok. Ok. Hold on a second.” You told her as you scooted out of the booth. Loki held on to your other hand, not wanting to let go.

“Lia.” He called out. “Will I ever see you again?” he smiled as you got up from the booth.

“I…”

“My cousins just visiting for the wedding,” Roseline answered. You gave her an angry look for talking on your behalf. “Come on. Let’s go.” Rosaline dragged you quickly away from the private booths and back to the safety of the group of girls you came with.

“What’s the deal, Rose? I thought you wanted me to find someone tonight?”

“Yes! Someone. Just not that one.” She said as she grabbed her purse and coat. Everyone in your group was doing the same, getting ready to go to the next club.

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, do you know who that is? No, of course you don’t. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate daddy for sending you away. All these years without my bestie…”

“Rose! Who is he?” you interrupted her, as she wrapped you in your coat.

“That is none other than Loki Odinson. Part owner of this club. Along with his brother, Thor Odinson.”

“Odinson?”

“Yes! That Odinson! The same Odinson that’s rivals with the Barnes family. You know…my fiancé!” The realization made you look back to the booth you had just shared. Except this time, Loki wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man. Striking blue eyes and an imposing figure, clad in all white. Thor Odinson.

“Brother, I leave you alone for a couple of minutes and you cause all kinds of mischief,” Thor laughed as he sat down in the booth. Thor watched you walk away, being towed by none other than Rosaline Strange. “If I ask you to stay away from her, would you listen?”

Loki ignored his question and watched as your cousin, undoubtedly, informed you of who he was. “I saw what Fandral was researching for you. Would you like to know who she is?” Thor dangled the information in front of Loki, baiting for any response.

“Her name is Juliette ‘Lia’ Banner. Daughter of Bruce and Donna Banner. Donna, her mother, is Strange’s younger sister. Her parents both died a long time ago in an accident. They weren’t ‘in the life’ and wanted to keep their daughter out of it as well. When they passed, Strange honored their wishes and sent Juliette away to boarding school and Uni abroad to keep her safe. Apparently, she just graduated and is in town for the nuptials of her cousin Rosaline and James Barnes.”

“Barnes?” Loki said alarmed.

“Of all the juicy details I said. That’s the one you pick up on?” Thor chuckled. “She’s got too many ties for us to unravel Loki. Leave her be.” Thor warned resolutely.

“I don’t know if I can, Thor.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You have to. Or else…”

“Or else, what? Thor? Cut me off like you did Hela?”

“DAMMIT LOKI! You knew that was her decision.” Thor slammed his fist on the table making everyone in the vicinity jump. “I can’t protect you if you go after this girl. It would be a war for sure with Barnes and we don’t need that right now.”

Loki sat there quietly; watching as your group prepares to leave. “I’ve never lied to you brother…” Loki started. Thor just raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “…Regarding matters of the business and family. I’m telling you right now, that I want her.”

“How do you even know she wants you back? You can have any goddam cunt in here tonight. Hel, this whole club wants to sleep with you. Take your pick. But not her Loki!”

“If she turns to look back…”

You walked towards the front entrance, the chill from the summer night was flowing through the doors making you hold on tighter to your coat. Your cousin and her friends all laugh and beckon you outside to join them. Each step you took forward felt heavy. You couldn’t help it. One last look.

Both men stared at you as you made your exit. Shivers ran down your spine as you replayed his last words to you, ‘Will I ever see you again?’

God, I sure hope so, you thought.

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[mistress-ofmagic]

Around the Realms in 80 days- Chapter 20

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes:

Um so hi!! I hope some of you are still out there!!! I'm so sorry for my insane absence but I have been struggling with some health issues and had to have surgery to have my gallbladder removed! Either way I am back now and I really really hope some of you are still interested in reading this story and can still remember what is going on lmao!

I honestly thought at one point this chapter would be short but I always think that and I am always a clown. We have gotten back to the plot more in this chapter after a couple of silly fun chapters so I hope you enjoy it!

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The fire demons were attacking from all sides, with you and Loki in the middle. You were surprisingly calm and felt focused on your task, creating forcefields to protect you and Loki from the firebolts headed your way. Loki’s green magic blasted towards the demons, knocking them with force. 

“Impressive shield work, I suppose you've had ample experience dealing with fiery nuisances.”

You grinned at him in the middle of the battle, “my life is basically a never ending bonfire.” 

The demons retaliated with a torrent of flames and you wielded your staff to make your forcefield stronger. 

Loki flourished his sceptre towards the demons, 

“You’re extremely competent with that staff.” Loki said, impressed. 

“That’s what he said.” 

You both laughed heartily. 

“My dear, your quick wit and fiery spirit are almost as impressive as my powers.” 

Loki shot the rest of the demons with two pistols he drew from his holders attached to his tan leather buckled belt.

There was quiet after, and you dropped your forcefield now the enemy had been dealt with. You looked back at Loki, taking in his brown batwing chaps. You had the sudden desire to be as close to him as possible and you both took strides towards each other. Loki gave you a smouldering look, his eyes full of passion, took you in his arms and leaned in…

“Latte?” 

Who had said that? Loki’s lips had moved but a different voice sounded. Had Loki always had that cowboy hat on?

“Latte.” A singsong voice stated again. 

“Hm? Yes please…” 

There was a gentle chuckling which confused you. What had you said that was funny? 

Come to think of it, what was that strange whirring noise? And what was digging into your head?

Your eyes opened slowly and found Thor and Fandral looking at you, grinning. 

Oh god, you’d fallen asleep on the spacecraft. 

Worse still, you seemed to be resting your head on the shoulder of none other than Loki of Asgard. 

He shoved you off, surprisingly not too sharply.

“You have a bony shoulder.” You mumbled, rubbing the side of your head. 

“How did you fall asleep? I thought you were nervous.” Loki asked, almost slightly impressed. 

“It’s a gift.” You yawned and stretched and ignored Loki’s narrowed eyes. “Are we there yet?” 

“Nearly.” Thor answered as he and Fandral shared a look. “Best prepare yourself.” 

They wandered to the front of the helm with Hogan. Prepare yourself? How could you prepare yourself? Maybe you could take a defensive stance or something? 

Unfortunately the more nervous you got, the loonier your brain tended to get and your dream had knocked you off kilter. 

 “Stop it.” Loki said, sharply.

“Wh-i’m not doing anything.”

You refused to make eye contact with him, the dream still far too fresh in your memory. Jesus, what would have happened if you hadn’t been woken up? 

You stared determinedly at the steel floor. 

“I can tell you are ruminating, you are going to work yourself up, as you usually do.” He added at the end unnecessarily. 

Why did he pick now as an opportunity to be kind of sweet? Well as sweet as Loki could be, which was still rather stern and prickly. 

What was that uncomfortable feeling, were you…

“Are you blushing?” Loki asked incredulously. “Like a fair maiden?” He added smugly. 

“No!” You said too fast. 

Loki’s smugness seemed to grow. 

“I hope you are going to be able to focus on the mission at hand.” 

“Ugh don’t be so gross. It’s just a bit warm in here. And besides I’m allowed to ruminate. Is this 1984? Are you the thought police?” You prattled on.

God you hoped not now would be a really bad time for Loki to be the thought police. 

He raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘I told you so’ and you stuck your tongue out at him. 

“Very mature.” 

“Well given that I’m not one billion years old like you are I am allowed to have moments of immaturity, especially before I face certain death.” 

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Sif was giving you a strange look from the seats opposite you, and it was not exactly friendly. 

You had kind of forgotten about the additions to your Asgardians pals on this trip and the fact that they weren’t particularly used to seeing mortals. And probably not mortals who argued with their most hated Prince. And you had just blushed too which was so uncool. Oh god, you were never going to beat the sycophant rumours. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. How do I have signal in space you wondered, starting miraculously at your phone. 

The text was from Oliver, a gif of a cat waving goodbye and the light relief made you chuckle. 

“What has amused you my lady?” Fandral asked, sitting down opposite you next to Sif. He sat with his legs very wide, almost touching Loki’s legs with what little gap there was between the two seating benches. 

Loki rolled his eyes and made an irritated noise which Fandral ignored. 

“Nothing really.” You shrugged it off. 

“Well something has got you smiling.” Fandral raised his eyebrows at you, teasingly. 

“Honestly it’s nothing a text.” 

“What’s a text?” Volstagg asked, biting into an apple. 

“Must you always be eating?” Fandral asked, laughing. “A text is a Midgardian form of electronic communication.” He smirked at you, knowingly. 

You fought back the laughter that threatened to escape you at the sight of Volstaggs confused face. 

“That’s right.” 

“But I wonder, who is sending you texts?”

“Just a friend wishing me well.” You replied hastily. 

“Ah” Fandral frowned. “But there is no need for such wishes, you have Asgards mightiest warriors with you.” He winked. 

Loki scoffed, and seemed to be about to say something when the craft suddenly jolted, as if it had hit an invisible wall. 

Thor took a few strides back to face the party. 

“We’re here.”

                                                                        ***

Surtur was huge. And also terrifying. And had you mentioned the huge thing? You could see why the fire demons had made him their leader.

He looked as though he was made completely from molten rock and seemed to remain ablaze. He had two horns sticking out of either side of his skull which alone must have been about the height of a double decker bus.  His eyes were two yellow fires held in the twisted roots of his skull.

You guessed this was sort of the court for the fire demons. Surtar sat at the furthest end of rocky landscape (fire demon architecture left much to be desired) with a few other important looking fire demons surrounding him who seemed to be swagged out with various pieces of gleaming multicoloured rock jewellery. 

There were more of the demons surrounding, snarling at your group as you walked past. Thor and Loki strode ahead of the party, and you had tried to position yourself in the middle, hoping you wouldn’t be noticed. 

God it was hot. You fought the urge to fan yourself and you felt yourself getting a very sexy top upper lip sweat already. Your outfit was doing nothing to help although you were grateful for it. Stark had kitted you out in head to toe Stark tech. The material was flame resistant, as well as having some other properties that seemed helpful but you couldn’t for the life of you remember what they were now.  

Of course, the Asgardians didn’t seem to have worked up a sweat. 

“Your council seem unhappy to see us, Surtur.”

“My council are unused to visits from Odinsons. As am I.” Surtur spoke with a deep, gravely voice that you felt in your stomach.

“We want no trouble.”

“And yet, you bring the God of trouble himself.” His voice reverberated around the room, encouraging the other demons to laugh, a sound that concerned you. 

“We demand answers. Why have you attacked Midgard?” Loki ordered. 

Surtur laughed again,

“Surely you have not come all this way, placed yourself in danger to lecture us about a tiny world that none of us care about?”

Rude, you thought. 

“Midgard is under Asgards protection. My father stopped the frost giants from conquering Midgard many moons ago and I will stop you from doing the same now if I have to.” Thor stated.

“I have no desire for Midgard.” 

Then why attack at all, you wondered.

Luckily, and also scarily, Loki was on the same page as you.

“If Midgard is so wretched, why even bother attacking them?”

Surtur frowned his great big forehead. 

“Midgard had grown complacent, it was time to remind them their fairytales were real.” He opened his mouth into a fiery grin.

You didn’t buy it personally, but you had bigger problems to worry about. One of the Surtur’s burning councilmen was staring directly at you, his eyes glistening like black coals. 

“Come now Surtur, you can’t think us so foolish as to believe that, when for thousands of years you have left the Midgardians alone? Your attacks on Midgard seemed random; attacking three cities and then retreating quickly? Not the strategic planning of the Surtur that we all know and revere.” Loki played to his ego. 

“The attacks on Midgard were just the beginning.” Surtur leant forward in his gigantic throne. 

The fire demon doing his best to stare you out was continuing to make you uncomfortable. You wanted to ask about the disappearances; after Stark had told you about the attacks you had done some googling and it turns out that a number of people in the cities had gone missing during the attacks. They were presumed dead, their bodies left somewhere in the destruction and rubble but something about it felt off to you. You had raised it with Stark and he had agreed. 

You were stuck between mentioning it but not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. You thought briefly to how Loki sometimes talks to you in your head, a phenomenon you were not particularly fond of. 

Could there be a way you could do the same with him? You weren’t sure exactly how it worked and maybe it was just one of Loki’s irritating tools in his magical toolkit but could there be a way of reaching him in a similar way?

You focused firmly on the back of Loki’s head. 

Ask about the disappearances.

…nothing happened. 

Next, you tried to imagine sending the words from your head and into Loki’s head, but again 

nothing seemed to happen and you felt a bit stupid. You tried again a couple more times, shouting the words louder in your own head. Finally, you closed your eyes and imagined pushing the thought like a wave, crashing down onto him. 

Ask about the disappearances, bitch 

You tried louder and angrier too, in case that helped. 

You watched Loki closely as he shifted slightly. 

By the Norns, can you stop shouting at me? 

Oh my god, it worked. 

How did I do that?

I left the channel between us open and you figured how to tap into it.Even telepathically Loki sounded irritated, as if he regretted doing so. You however, were very pleased he had.

So I’m not telepathic? 

Fortunately not. 

But I did figure out how to do this. You felt very smug.

Congratulations. Loki sounded sarcastic. 

“What do you mean ‘just the beginning’” Thor frowned. 

You snapped back to the conversation happening not in your head. 

Surtur laughed in response. 

You noticed a shared annoyed glance between Loki and Thor. 

“What about the mortal disappearances?” Loki asked.

“So many questions.” Surtur goaded them, “how does it feel to be in the dark Asgardians?”

He was loving this, it was very frustrating. You wanted to punch his massive scorching face. Although, your hand would probably burn which wouldn’t have been ideal. 

Still you thought, he didn’t deny the mortal disappearances which could mean something. Or perhaps he was simply playing with you all. 

Thor scoffed, “Surtur you old fool, Asgard is still the most powerful realm in the Cosmos, do you really think whatever scheme you have bought into is going to prevail?” 

“Odin grows old, Asgard is not what it was. Perhaps it is time for change. The end of things as we know it and the rebirth of something new.”

“The ‘rebirth’?” Loki took a step forward, “careful now Surtur, that sounds suspiciously like…”

“Ragnarok.” Surtur finished in his deep, slow voice. 

The Asgardians around you shifted, and Sif made a noise of disgust. 

What was that word? You thought you could vaguely remember reading it somewhere but you couldn’t remember what it meant. By the reactions of the people around you, you guessed it was not good news. 

“What?” Sif spat and grabbed hold of her sword. 

Loki’s eyes were hard and steely, and his face pale despite the heat but he replied dryly,

“Ragnarok? A tired prophecy Surtur. Surely you can conjure a more original plan than that?” 

“Puny Gods, you cannot stop this. If I were you I would go home and spend your remaining time with your loved ones.” Surtur chuckled. 

You cursed yourself inwardly for not paying more attention to your books, if only you could remember what Ragnarok meant so you knew what they were talking about. 

Thor looked properly angry, a look you had not seen on him before, “Cease this senseless nonsense, this is your warning or Asgard will have no choice but to engage in war.” 

“You will have your war Odinson and you will loose. Ragnarok has already begun and there is no stopping what the fates have decided. The prophecy must come true.” 

“Then you know what we will do, you have signed your people a death sentence.” 

As Thor’s hammer glowed an electric blue, your heart jumped as you realised that a fight might break out. 

Oh god this is really happening. 

“Thor, let’s think rationally about this.” Loki put his hand on Thors shoulder. 

Thor however seemed beyond reason, and he shrugged him off as he held his hammer up and swung it, preparing to fight.

“You have made a grave mistake Odinson.” Surtur stood suddenly and you followed his flaming body with your eyes, amazed and terrified at the size of him now you could see his full height. 

“Don’t say it.” Loki groaned.

“I make grave mistakes all the time, but everything seems to work out.” 

“And you said it.” 

The air crackled with tension for a few seconds, and then before you could comprehend what was happening, fire demons began their attack. 

After a couple of seconds of standing there with your mouth open like a fish without water, you remembered the plan you Thor, Loki and Stark had come up with before your visit here; if a battle starts to get out of harms way as quick as possible. Luckily, the demons rocky architecture you had been judging earlier made for plenty of hiding places. 

As Loki distracted the demons conjuring illusions, you managed to spring yourself into action, ducking and diving behind a large rock. You moved further over to the left, staying low behind the walls where you could be covered and still keep an eye on the action. Gripping hard on your gun that you felt ridiculously underprepared to use you focused intently on what was going on. The weapon you had been supplied with in case of a worst case scenario, wasn’t outrageously powerful or anything, you doubted you would be trusted with anything too deadly however it could cause some damage if needed. 

You hoped however that you would’t need to use it. What had Loki said yesterday? Take any opportunity to leave or hide.

It was alright for him you thought dryly as you studied Loki fighting off a demon. Despite fighting seeming to you more akin to a nightmare, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

In fact, they all did. You watched Thor wielding his precious hammer that you could never remember the name of with unwavering determination, lighting crackling around him. Sif with her sword gleaming in the firelight, moving with grace and precision striking swift and deadly blows. Even Hogan, armed with his mace stood as an immovable force. Sif and Hogan seemed to have some sort of count on, with who could kill the most demons. 

You watched Fandral and Volstagg bantering as they fought off a couple of ugly looking demons. 

Watching them joke around make you feel more confident, as surely nothing bad could happen if the Asgarians didn’t think this was too difficult a feat. 

Where are you you heard Lokis voice. 

Behind some rock you sent back to him.

Very helpful, can’t you be more precise? 

What am I, a compass? I’m somewhere to your left, I can still see you all.  You replied. Directions had never been a strong point of yours. 

Stay hidden. 

You rolled your eyes. As if you were going to do anything else. Did he think you were going to try and take on a fire demon single handedly? You thought about replying something snarky but decided you’d better just let him concentrate. 

Indeed, Loki seemed very busy weaved in and out of reality, appearing and disappearing, his daggers cutting through the fiery adversaries. You knew that Loki’s skills were looked down on by the other warriors, Fandral had made cutting remarks during your time in Asgard but you still couldn’t understand it. You hadn’t had an opportunity to watch him mid action like this before and it truly was a sight to behold; he was lithe and quick while still strong and powerful, thwarting demons like it was his day job. 

It reminded you of something…then it hit you. This was similar in some ways to the dream you had had on the ship. 

Oh my god now is not the time. You physically shook your head to stop yourself from going any further than that route. 

Turning your attention back to the others, you watched Thors hammer crashed into the demons, unleashing thunderous blasts that scattered through their ranks, as Sif and Fandral sliced their swords through the air. 

Despite the fierce onslaught, the demons fought back relentlessly. Their fiery attacks rained down upon the group, testing their mettle. As the battle raged on, the ground shook beneath their feet as flames engulfed the surroundings. 

You wiped the sweat out of your face, looking around you for anyone who might have found your hiding space. However everyone was concentrated on fighting the Asgardians. 

Loki had told you to look out for opportunities to find out information that you might be able to gather more than others, however given the current circumstances you doubted there would be any chance of that. In fact, you felt a little bit useless crouched here watching the rest of them fight. 

Granted, your skills were never going to lie in hand to hand combat, but you still felt desperate to do something to support them. 

Despite Lokis’ warning to stay out of sight, you decided to take a chance. You stayed low and moved swiftly to the next bolder, dodging an ill timed flame headed towards you. From here, you were slightly closer to the action. 

You had a sudden strange feeling of playing laser tag as a child and how this felt much the same; crouching behind walls and hiding in dark corners. Unfortunately, the stakes were much higher now. 

Your eyes drew back to Loki, watching as he used his magic to push back against the demons. You bit down on your lips hard, as there was a close moment he barely missed a fireball that could have burnt his arm.

Can you be more careful you idiot, you sent your concern over to him before you stopped yourself. 

Worried for me mortal? How cute. 

You wish. 

You were though, worried for him. You knew Loki and the rest were seasoned pros at fighting off monsters but you had never been in a battle situation before. 

Come on, you told yourself, pull it together its not like they haven’t done this before, worry about yourself. 

While you were staring at him, you suddenly felt your back get very warm. You turned quickly, clutching your weapon to find the demon that had been staring at you earlier staring down at you. 

Your heart thumped loudly and you panicked, fumbling for the trigger on your weapon as you tried to half stand; an awkward movement due to your panic and trying to ensure the back of you wasn’t left exposed to an open attack.  

Before you could do anything, the demon surprised you by speaking. 

“Your friends are going to die. There is no getting out of this.”

You stared at him, unsure of how to respond to that. Instead of something heroic or even settling for something normal, you blurted, 

“Why haven’t you attacked me yet?” 

“Are you a mortal with a death wish?” His black eyes glinted at you.

“No.” You chocked out.

God seriously get a grip, you chided yourself, stop acting like such a prat. 

“Leave these Asgardians to their demise and come with me, there’s a greater future waiting for you.”

Now you were confused.

“What are you propositioning? What greater future?” 

“The human race is weak and frail.” The demon hissed. “But they can help make you stronger.”

“Who can?” You graciously ignored the insult. 

The demon just grinned at you, menacingly. 

“Who are you working with?” You asked again. “Who has promised you Ragnarok?” 

“You are on the loosing side mortal. Look at you, useless, cowering while the others fight. But that can change if you surrender yourself to them.”

He wasn’t wrong but it still stung a little. Hadn’t you just been thinking that it would be nice to be able to feel more helpful? 

“We can make you powerful.” The demon continued to press you.

Powerful…

You laughed and met the demons eye, drawing yourself up straight for the first time. Maybe that would have been a tempting offer to someone else. Unfortunately, if he was trying to sell you something he was going the wrong way about it. The thing is, you had never been particularly interested in the notion of power. 

“The issue with power is that it usually comes with responsibility. And I really, really hate responsibilities.”

You took a deep breath in. 

“Tell me who you are working with, or I’ll blast you with this…thing.” 

In a flash, you saw the demon narrow his eyes and lift his hand to throw a fireball at you, which at this distance would have killed you. You closed your eyes, let out a scream and pressed the trigger. 

You heard the blast and a noise that sounded suspiciously like something hitting a rock, and opened one eye slowly to see what you had done. Hitting something at close range meant that the weapon had proved to be pretty impressive, and you saw the demon lying in a heap a few feet away from you.

You shuddered, that was horrific. You wondered if Captain America usually shuts his eyes and screams like a ninny when dealing deadly blows. 

You gipped. 

Oh god I’m going to be sick, you thought, dropping your gun and gripping your stomach with one hand and a nearby rock with the other. 

The adrenaline of nearly dying but besting a demon and the gory sight of seeing it laid on the floor had proved too much. You were embarrassed to find tears in the back of your eyes.

Seriously dude, this fire guy was going to kill you and you beat it. Cheer up a bit maybe. You mentally shock yourself. 

It was then you realised that the demon had managed to burn you before you had shot it, your hand that you had held the gun with, that hadn’t been covered in anything was bleeding and sore. 

You’ll have to process this later you told yourself, trying to push it back into your mind so you could focus on the rest of the fight. Your hand stung but it would recover fine.

After a few breaths you pulled yourself around. You still weren’t overly keen on the idea that you had just killed something but you also had a sense of pride too. You had just beaten a demon for Gods sake! Useless human who? And you had been able to find out something interesting too, these mystery figures wanted humans for something. 

You bent back down and picked your gun up, turning back to face the fight. You looked up and made eye contact with Loki. His eyes took in your grimacing expression and caught the dead demon not too far away from you. 

Everything suddenly fell into slow motion. Loki took steps towards you and his mouth opened, you could see him saying your name but you couldn’t hear it. As his attention was turned towards you, a particularly large demon was running towards him from the left. 

Without giving it a second thought you ran straight towards the fight. 

The demon opened his palms to shoot the flames towards Loki and you weren’t going to make it in time.

You changed your direction running towards the demon and shot your weapon as you leapt straight in front of the torrent of fire that was made for Loki. 

It hit you straight in the chest knocking you forcefully back onto the gravely terrain and you cringed as you felt your head hit the floor. 

Someone was shouting your name but you weren’t sure who. There was a ringing in your ears from the impact nearly drowning out the noise of the battle. You could only focus on your chest hurting; it stung and ached and you were winded. You hoped that your outfit had helped a little in preventing burns but given the pain you weren’t so sure. 

Loki’s face appeared in front of you, a little blurry but still looking furious. 

“What the hel were you thinking?” You could tell he was incandescent but you were struggling to focus on anything other than the pain. 

“You’re welcome by the way.” Your mouth tasted like blood and you winced. 

You felt yourself being taken into his arms which you huffed at and he ignored, and he placed a surprisingly freezing cold hand on your burns. You looked down to see your Stark tech top was ripped and the skin under looked red and inflamed. Where Loki rested his hand, his skin was blue. 

“What the fuck?” You tried to move away, the sight taking you by surprise.

Loki shushed you and held you tighter so you couldn’t move.

“Stop fighting me for once.” He paused, his forehead creased 

“You… I would have been…” He stated, his eyes met yours, his forehead creased. He looked confused and vulnerable for a second.  

“Okay, this is dramatic, let’s not tell anyone about this.” You let your head rest in the crook of Loki’s arm. 

Just as you spoke, Thor realised what was happening and after he had finished off his fight came over to see. The others either hadn’t noticed or were holding down the fort with two of their men now fussing over a human. 

As the adrenaline was wearing off, the pain got worse and everything started getting more blurry. Your body felt heavy and tired.

“If you die I’ll go to Hel and bring you back myself so I can kill you again for being so stupid.” 

You tried to keep your eyes open for as long as you could.

“I’ll look forward to it.” 

Then everything went black. 

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Summary: It seems that nearly the entirety of Asgard had forgotten that today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Everyone but you, at least.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: some cuss words; sad Loki hours; mentions of Odin being a douche rocket of a father; Thor and the W4 being shitty friends

Things to be aware of: besties to lovers

Today's training session had gone on incessantly longer than usual, keeping you and your warrior friends in the training fields for hours more than necessary. All because Thor had thought it a grand idea to showcase his superior might by holding a friendly competition amongst yourselves. 

It took him three quarters of an hour just to best Volstagg. And then another half hour each for Fandral and Hogun. And now he and Sif were sparring away as they had been for the past twenty minutes, your leg bouncing from your impatience as you awaited your turn so that you could all finally part ways.

And then you could go find Loki and give him your present. After all, it wasn't every day that one turned a thousand years old. 

"Excited to land on your behind, Lady Y/N?" Fandral jested, motioning toward your bouncing leg. "Worry not. Thor and Sif should be finished in a while." 

"I just wish to conclude our session, that's all," you answered him, offering no explanation. After all, it should be known what today is. Truly, you wondered how come there hadn't been any celebration throughout the castle this entire day. Why everyone had gone on as if this were any regular day.

Surely they hadn't forgotten. Had they? 

"You are usually so patient, my friend," Volstagg commented. "What has you in such a state?" 

You eyed the three warriors in incredulity. "Do you truly not know?" They shook their heads slowly, apprehensively, as if they were cautious of how you would react if they said or did the wrong thing. "Norns help me, you all of you are hopeless. According to the Midgardian calendars, today is the 17th of December." 

"And that date should ring in the significance you showcase because…?" You glared at Fandral, wishing more than anything that you could scar his smug face from that comment alone. "Do not look at me like that, my friend, I only wish to know--"

"Languish in your ignorance," you told the three of them as Sif fell to the ground, Thor bellowing in victory as he pointed his weapon toward you and called you forth. "Finally." 

Your bout with the god of thunder did not take too long. You went into the training field unarmed, deftly evading his swings and avoiding getting knocked down to the ground. When the tender area under his chest was unguarded, you used the momentum behind your evasive maneuvers to bring your elbow in hard at the tender spot, knocking the air out of his lungs and loosening his hold on his training sword.

And then you reached for his weapon, easily disarming him, and pointing the blunt tip to his throat. "Yield, Son of Odin," you bellowed for the benefit of the four warriors watching with their jaws dropped as the crown prince of the realm put his hands up in surrender. "Right. That's that, then. Have we finished? Can we leave?" 

The blond prince chuckled as he undid the fastenings of his leather breastplate. "What has you in such an impatience, my friend? And who taught you that maneuver?" 

"Loki," you answered simply, knowing that he would take that as the answer to the second question. In truth, it was the answer to both. "He accepted long ago that he wouldn't be as strong a warrior as you, so he chose to observe. To evolve into a smarter one instead. And since you and your friends--"

"Our friends," he corrected you. "Do not forget you are one of us too, Lady Y/N." 

Yes, but I do not hold a title, all thanks to your father deciding not to reward those who have aligned themselves more with Loki than yourself, you thought bitterly. "Right, then…our friends…since you and our friends have insisted on not playing with him, he figured that someone should have the privilege of knocking you on your arse, so he taught me the maneuver." 

"Ever the strategic one, my brother," Thor commented, his tone surprisingly holding a touch of fondness rather than contempt. "Anyway, the Warriors Four and myself are going out on the town, fill ourselves with mead to our heart's content. Would you care to join us?" 

"You're going out drinking? Today?" There was more bite to your tone now as he shrugged. "Thor. My friend. Please tell me you know what today is." 

"The end of the week," he answered so casually it made your skin prickle in irritation. "Midgardians would call it…Saturday. Why? Where are you off to?" 

You shook your head, clicking your tongue in disappointment. "When you finally realize what today is, how important today should have been for you, you will feel a fool. For choosing to waste away today in the company of our friends, drinking to your heart's content out on the streets of Asgard." With the people who had also forgotten him. 

With your words of disdain, you marched over to your belongings, picking up the satchel that held your present. "I take it you're off to spend the day with my brother then?" Thor called out toward you. 

You threw your hand in a thumbs up gesture toward him, not once looking back or breaking your stride. "Where else would I go?" you whispered into the empty hall, moving as fast as your feet could carry you toward your dearest friend's chambers. 

When you walked through the golden double doors, it didn't take long to find him; in fact, it took no time at all since he was at the steps of the entryway, sitting with his posture slouched, shoulders slumped, head hung down. Your heart broke for him. It broke at the sight of him. You never could take it whenever he was in such a sullen mood; it was as if someone had taken all the light from your world and snuffed it out with one look at his downcast eyes. 

"What's wrong, dear prince?" You did your best to keep your tone light as you moved to take a seat next to him, a feat in itself as you noted his red-rimmed eyes, his cheeks already wet from the tears shed. "Oh, sweet boy," you choked out, tears of your own beginning to flood your vision as you pulled him into an embrace, stroking the top of his head. "What has gotten you in such a state? On a day as important as today, no less?" 

"What do you know of today?" he mumbled into your shoulder, the sound of his sniffling breaking your heart even more. 

"What do I know of today?" you repeated, an attempt at playful incredulity coloring your tone. "The day of your thousandth birthday? I know that it should be a day of celebration. That there should have been greetings coming your way from all directions. That I should have had a difficult time even getting here, shouldering my way through hordes of adoring well-wishers. That is what I know today should have been. And I know that I am livid at every single soul who forgot." 

Your father being at the top of that list, you finished in the privacy of your mind. I should have his head for forgetting about you. When he had arranged such a grand fortnight of festivities when it was Thor's turn a few years back. 

You let out a broken exhale as you felt him wrap his arms around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he breathed out, "Where were you?" 

"Training ran late," you explained, your voice strained from holding back your own tears. "I used that maneuver you taught me. Put your brother on his arse." 

"I feared you'd forgotten, too." His voice came out so uncharacteristically muted, so faint that that alone could have broken you. But his words were ultimately what had the tears finally falling from your eyes. "The rest of Asgard could forget for all I damn well care, but you? I would not bear it if you--"

"Never," you cut him off. "I would never forget." You pressed a kiss to his temple as you made a motion to move away. "In fact, that's why I came here. To give you your present." 

Once he'd pulled away, breaking your embrace, he immediately placed his hands on the sides of your face, a mixture of concern and pain in his eyes as he eyed the little nicks on your face from your training with the warriors. "You're hurt…" You held your breath as he proceeded to heal each wound with his seiðr, the way he had done so for the last half millennium, pressing his lips to the injured skin. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as he pressed kisses to your temples, your cheeks, and finally to your chin. All places where one of your friends' weapons had struck you today. Long gone were the times where you would protest this particular act of care from him, since he would insist and it would be this lengthy bout of bickering between you two that ultimately ended in him healing you anyway.

Besides, it was laughable for you to protest, seeing as this would be the only manner in which Loki would kiss you. You'd be a fool to turn down even the fleeting attention of the man you loved. 

"There you are," he breathed out, a small smile breaking through as he looked upon your healed face. You reached into your satchel and pulled out the wrapped parcel, placing it in his hands. "Y/N…"

You'd once again found yourself holding your breath as he unwrapped your present: a blank grimoire you had custom made by one of the bookbinders in the kingdom, the leather set in his signature green, the hardware a brilliant, shining gold. 

"I thought merchants only made these in--"

"In your brother's colors, the imbeciles," you finished for him. "I may have persuaded one of them to make this one special. One of a kind. Just like you." He turned his gaze towards you, your chest tightening with unspoken emotions as he looked at you with an expression you could not fathom in his eyes. "Granted, I had to be the one to provide them their supplies since they couldn't be bothered. Again. Imbeciles." 

He took your hands in his, gently running his thumbs along each of your fingertips. "That day when you arrived at training with cuts on your hands? You were plucking leaves?" 

You simply nodded. "Did you know that it takes ten thousand leaves to make a dye that potent? And that Midgardians guard their gold in foolish little boxes so easily infiltrated?" you informed him with a proud smile. 

"You did all this--"

"I did," you answered his unfinished question. "And before you even ask me the why, because I know  you will ask me why, it is because you will be a master sorcerer one day. And you will need a place to store all the rituals and spells and potions that that brilliant mind will concoct." You finished your point by lightly touching your fingertips to his temple. 

When he removed the cover of the gold plated label, your heart ached at the sound of his slow intake of breath as he took in the engraving that said property of Prince Loki. "Darling is this in--"

"My hand, yes. It took a considerable learning curve but I got to make one that didn't have my blood etched in it eventually." 

"Those days you had cuts that smelled like metal shavings?" You nodded. 

"You remember those? Those were trivial wounds…I'd barely even call them--"

"I remember every one of them." He tucked his fingers under your chin, urging you to look up at him. "Y/N I cannot fathom--"

"It's not much, but I do still hope you--" 

He silenced you by pulling you into a tight embrace, once again nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his fingers weaving into your hair. The sound of him sniffling tore at your heart once more. "It's perfect, Y/N. Just like you." 

You did not get to spend the rest of Loki's birthday with him. Not an hour after you'd given him his present, his mother arrived at his chambers, having prepared something herself to celebrate his first millennium. And much as he did try to bring you with him, almost resembling yourselves in your childhood years as he held on to your hand, you got him to relent to the sentiment that this  should simply be a moment shared between mother and son.

So the sound of knocking at your bedchamber door right as you were about to sleep was most definitely not something that you were expecting to hear. Let alone having it be Loki on the other side, looking at you as if there was a newfound knowledge in his eyes that he couldn't wait to share. 

"Shouldn't you be asleep, Your Highness?" 

"We are well past such formalities, Y/N. You know this," he evaded your question with a chuckle, bringing his hand up to cup the side of your face. You resisted the ridiculous urge to lean in to his touch. And the even more ridiculous thought of kissing his palm. 

"Not at this hour," you shot back. "The implications--"

"Fuck  the implications." He let out a low chuckle as your eyes widened  from his choice of words. "You are one of the people in this realm I hold most dear, I will not have you addressing me so formally." 

"Fine," you huffed, doing your damnedest to mask the thrill that ran through you. "What are you doing here, Loki?" 

"One of my mother's ladies in waiting informed me of a tradition on Midgard. About how a birthday celebrant is entitled to…kisses?" Your stomach dropped at the information, your mind immediately conjuring up a visual of him with his lips pressed to one of the queen's staff. "One for every year," he finished with a chuckle.

You forced a smile onto your face. "Well I'm sure that between all her ladies in waiting, each of which I'm positive are more than willing participants in this Midgardian tradition, you'd already reached your quota." The smile on his face faded as he eyed your face. 

"I turned them down," he said so simply, as if he was surprised it even needed to be pointed out. 

"Never known you as the type to turn down a perfectly willing woman. Why the change of heart?" 

He stepped toward you, placing his free hand at the curve of your waist, his other hand moving to cradle the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair. "There has only been one woman I have wanted to kiss for the last few centuries. And the only times that I would get the chance to is when I heal her wounds." 

Your heart began to pound in your chest, so much so that you could swear that your pulse was in your ears. "Loki--"

"If I could choose who I would receive a thousand kisses from, I choose you." Tears began to flood your eyes at his words, a squeak getting caught at the back of your throat as you felt him softly press his lips to yours. "The woman I love." 

He pressed another quick kiss to your lips before you stupidly blurted out. "You love me?" 

"I do, my darling girl. And it would make not just my birthday, but my life, complete…if you would be mine. If I could court you." 

His words had you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. "I love you, too. I'm yours. I'm all yours." 

"I would wish for more than a thousand kisses, though, my love." 

"How many then?" 

"All of them." He wrapped his arm around you and lifted you until your feet left the ground and he walked you both further into your bedchamber. 

"I think that can be arranged," you answered coyly, smiling into the next kiss. 

He set you back on your feet and pulled away, placing his hands at your waist. You eyed him as you felt a tinge of desperation make itself known within you, your body overcome with wanting more. 

"Though tonight I must probably go," he said, a mischievous smirk gracing his annoyingly perfect face. "The palace is rife with gossips. They could see me enter your bedchambers and start to think lurid thoughts if I do not leave in a timely fashion." The tone coloring his words was obviously teasing, and yet somehow it just stirred the desperation in you even more. "The implications--"

"Fuck the implications," you blurted out, repeating his own words from earlier, standing on the tips of your toes, your hands braced on his shoulders. You shamelessly let out a whimper as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours once more, bending down and lifting you into his arms in one fluid motion. "Stay," you murmured against his lips.

A thrill ran through your body once more as he flashed you a wicked grin, laying you down on your bed. "As you wish, my love." 

A/N: Ngl, I didn't think I was gonna be able to finish this before Loki's birthday ended considering how late I started. This story was based off of this request that @ijustloveloki sent over to @sarahscribbles which she passed on to the SAS, so I hope that I did good by your request! 🥺💖

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