#loki's scepter

[brekitten]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Danny Fenton, Loki (Marvel), Nick Fury Additional Tags: Crossover Angst Week 2024, Mind Control, Loki's Scepter (Marvel), Not Canon Compliant, Movie: The Avengers (2012), Ambiguous/Open Ending, Non-Canonical Character Death, Danny Fenton's Ghost Obsession is Protection, Danny Fenton Has an Ice Ghost Core Series: Part 5 of Bre's Crossover Angst Week 2024, Part 1 of The Mistakes We Make Summary:

Danny shouldn't have been so quick to act. He should have waited, should have thought about what he was doing before he did it. But he didn't wait, didn't think. And he paid the price for it.

But... one good thing came out of it, he supposed.

The blue told him things, opened his mind. It gave him a purpose, a way to fulfill his Obsession and save people.

He was saving people... right?

  Controlled by an outside source

Day five got a little (read: a lot) dark, but oh well. It's all good >:3

[sporadic-og-loki]

LOKI by SAMH白夜 / samhu on pixiv

[unityrain24]

sketches for my latest oneshot (in hopes that you will read it), in which loki kills the avengers by command of the Black Order during his visit to Midgard.

(also i'm so so so pleased with how thor turned out, i don't draw him very often)

[sporadic-og-loki]

:kneel By caria0 on DeviantArt

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[worstloki]

Thor gently attempts to sing a lullaby in a nonviolent plea to break away the mind stones control via confusion (unsuccessful) (3 walls damaged in process)

[whitoknighto]

Loki's aura on avengers 1 was something they failed to replicate on other movies

Was Thanos forcing him to being this cunty?

[agentoffangirling]

Tbh I'm pretty sure that if they just kept Tom's contact lenses consistent between projects there wouldn't be this much discussion whether or not Loki was mind-controlled during New York

[hiddlesfan-club]

Loki's Scepter by East Continental Gems for Disney D23 fan event!! An amazing replica inspired by God of Mischief!

[turtlemurmurs]

Shoutout to Loki for still being one of my favorite genders

[braveclementine]

The Twins

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

You hopped onto an enemy car, kicking the shooter off the roof, before leaping into the air. As practiced, Thor caught you around the waist with one arm, before dropping you onto another enemy car while he himself flew on top of a watch tower.

Tony soared over your head and Natasha and Clint drove in front of you. Nat was only driving, but Clint was letting loose all of his arrows.

Steve drove past on his motorcycle, which you leapt upon, steadying your feet on the back as you raised your gun and shot everyone that Steve didn't run over with the motorbike.

You held onto his shoulder, kneeling now as he threw his shield and let the motorcycle go up and off several hills.

For one moment, all of you were in sync as you ran forward, for Clint and Natasha had both leapt out of the car. You were still on the back of Steve's motorcycle, but was just jumping off to join Clint and Nat on the ground. Hulk was there with Tony on the other side and Thor above him.

And then you were all running- or in some cases flying- towards the wall in front of you.

"Shit!" You heard Tony shout.

"Language!" Steve retorted. "Jarvis what's the view from upstairs?"

"The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other HYDRA base we've taken."

"Loki's scepter must be there." Thor shouted. You leapt onto the shoulders of another enemy, snapping his neck with your thighs, and leapt off of him, shooting another two through the forehead. "Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last." He muttered almost to himself.

"At long last is lasting a little long, boys." Natasha replied.

"Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise." Clint said.

"Wait a second." Tony said on the other side, "NO one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said, 'Language'?"

"Tony." You groaned.

"I know." Steve said, and you turned and watched him fling his motorbike into the middle of another car. "Just slipped out"

"Steve." You whined. "That was a beautiful bike." You'd even helped him pick it out.

"Sorry, we'll go shopping for a new one after this." He groaned.

"Clint!" You heard Nat shout.

You looked away, towards her voice to see Cap go flying into the air by seemingly nothing.

Suddenly, you were sent flying off your feet and you landed face first into the snow.

"We have an Enhanced in the field." Cap said, helping you to your feet and the two of you went running.

"Clint's hit!" Nat shouted.

"Somebody want to deal with the bunker?" Nat asked.

"On it." You shouted, veering away from Steve.

Bruce beat you to it, roaring and basically crushing the bunker as he jumped and ran through it.

"Or not." You said.

"Thank you." Nat muttered.

"Stark, we really need to get inside." Steve shouted as you rejoined him. You jumped and kicked one of the guards in the face, stabbing another under the ribs.

"I'm closing in." Tony said. "Jarvis, am I closing in?"

Only a few minutes later he said, "The drawbridge is down people."

"The Enhanced?" Thor asked, leaping down and electrocuting everyone but you and Steve.

"He's a blur. All the new players we've faced, I've never seen this. In fact, I still haven't."

"Clint's hit pretty bad, guys. We're gonna need evac."

"I can get Barton to the jet." Thor said. "The sooner we're gone, the better. You, Stark, and Lady Stark secure the scepter."

"Copy that." Cap said.

"Looks like they're lining up." Thor said with a slight frown.

"Well, they're excited." Steve said, lifting his shield and bracing it. You quickly backed up as Thor rang his hammer off Steve's shield, the blast sending the enemies off their feet and overturning the truck.

"Find the scepter!"

"And for gosh sakes, watch your language!" Tony said.

You laughed.

"That's not going away any time soon." Steve sighed.

"Nope." You laughed again and started to run.

As you and Steve reached the building, you heard Nat say, "We're locked down out here."

"Then get to Banner. Time for a lullaby." Steve said.

You and Steve fought your way through and then Steve kicked a man through a doorway and you lifted your gun as you came face to face with a familiar, though not met yet, face.

"Baron Strucker. HYDRA's number one thug." Steve said, almost in a tone of glee.

"Technically, I'm a thug for S.H.I.E.L.D."

The two circled each other, which just left you pressing a gun into Strucker's back while Steve stood in front of him. "Well, then technically, you're unemployed. Where's Loki's scepter?"

"Don't worry. I know when I'm beat. You'll mention how I cooperated, I hope."

"I'll put it right under 'illegal human experimentation'." Steve said, cheerfully.

"Steve watch out!" You shouted, shooting at the woman who had just appeared, before ramming Steve so that the both of you fell down the stairs.

You watched as the woman stepped back through the doors. "We have a second enhanced." You gasped.

"Female. Do not engage." Steve copied.

"You'll have to be faster than that-"

Steve stomped on his shield which hit Strucker in the eye and face, knocking him to the ground and his stupid glass monocle fell out.

"Guys, I got Strucker." Steve reported.

"Yeah, I got something bigger." Tony said and you frowned, lifting a hand to your com.

"Tony are you out of your suit?"

"Maybe. Just listen. Thor, I got eyes on the prize."

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Tony blinked, jumping out of the way as the huge Chitauri centipede moved. It went past him in a blaze of blue light. He suddenly saw a hill made of black rock, with dead people lying upon it. Hulk was at the very top, with four or five speaks sticking out of his back. Nat was below him, her face turned towards him and her eyes open. Clint was next, propped up as though he had been sitting when he had been killed.

Maria laid next to him and then Thor laid at their feet, hammer out of his hand, his face turned and bloody.

Below him was a shattered shield, broken in two, jagged edges down the middle. Steve was closest to his feet, dead, an arm thrown out as though he was protecting someone.

That someone was Y/N, beautiful eyes open and dead. Everleigh was in her arms and though Everleigh was pressed into Y/N so Tony couldn't see her face, but he knew she was dead too.

He bent down, going to move Steve's arm away from Y/N's body, but Steve grabbed his arm. In a voice that was almost Steve's, but slightly weirder, he said, "You. Could have saved. Us." And then he fell still once more, accusing eyes staring into Tony's soul. Though his lips didn't move, a voice spoke in his head, "Why didn't you do more?"

Tony looked up and saw his worst nightmare. More and more centipedes, flying towards a ship. Flying towards Earth.

He stood up and it was all gone. He turned, seeing the centipede was still there. He stuck a hand out, moving quickly towards the scepter. He needed to hold Y/N. He grabbed the scepter. And was out of there.

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"Thor, report on the Hulk." Natasha called over.

You looked up from where you had been reading, to hear Thor said, "The gates of Hel are filled with the screams of his victims."

You started to giggle quietly into your book. You knew that was the last thing that Bruce had wanted to hear.

Bruce put his head in his hands and Nat shot him a glare, "But not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no, wounded screams. Mainly whimpering, uh, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and gout."

You stuffed your fist into your mouth to keep from laughing to loudly, but Steve's amused face sent you spiraling into giggles. Steve just shook his head at you.

"Hey Banner! Dr. Cho is on her way in from Seoul. Is it okay if she sets up in your lab?" Tony called from the front.

"Uh, yeah, she knows her way around." Bruce called back.

"Thanks." Tony said.

Tony put everything in auto pilot and then joined the rest of you. "Feels good, yeah? I mean, you've been after this thing since S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed. Not that I haven't enjoyed our little raiding parties, but-"

"No but this- This brings it to a close." Thor replied.

"As soon as we find out what else this has been used for. I don't just mean weapons. Since when is Strucker capable of human enhancement?"

"Banner and I will give it the once over before it goes back to Asgard." Tony said quickly. You looked over at him. He seemed a little different than before. "Is that cool with you? Just a few days till the farewell party. You're staying, right?"

"Yes, yes, of course. A victory should be honoured with revels."

"Yeah, who doesn't love a few revels. Captain?" Tony asked.

"Hopefully this puts an end to the Chitauri and HYDRA." Was Steve's reply. "So, yes, revels."

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Maria came up onto the ship, holding a squirming, four- year old Everleigh. "Lab's all set up boss." She said, putting Everleigh down. She ran into your arms and you picked her up, pecking her face with kisses.

"Oh, actually, he's the boss." Tony said, motioning to Steve. "I just pay for everything and design everything and make everyone look cooler." You giggled.

"What's the word on Strucker?" Steve asked, standing up. Of course, he couldn't walk past Everleigh without her making grabby hands at him so you passed her over to him and then walked up to Tony.

"How are you feeling?" You asked softly, running your hands up his chest to place them lightly on his shoulders. "You seem tense. What's wrong?"

Tony looked down at you and then said, "Just want to go to bed with you really soon."

You smiled. "Alright, that can definitely be managed."

"Can't. Actually." He grumbled. "Promised Thor I had to look over the scepter."

"Oh alright." You said, trying not to let the disappointment show. "You're smart, you can figure it out. I'll check in on Clint then, give you a little peace of mind. I'm sure he'll be fine though."

"And Everleigh?"

You looked over at where she was asleep contently in Steve's arms.

You smiled a little. "We found ourselves a babysitter."

Tony chuckled, "And I don't even have to pay him for it."

You went with Tony as far as the med-bay which really happened to be right next to where Tony was working. But then you realized this was Bruce's office, so it really wasn't much more than a makeshift med bay.

"Are you sure he's gonna be okay?" Nat asked, frowning at the weird machine that was doing weird things to Clint's body. "Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together."

You laughed at that and Clint smiled.

"There's no possibility of deterioration. The nano- molecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don't know they're bonding with simulacra."

"She's creating tissue." Bruce said in a fascinated voice. Thor opened up the door at the moment, coming in quietly for once to wrap his arms around Bruce.

"If you brought him to my lab, the Regeneration Cradle could do this in twenty minutes." Dr. Cho boasted.

"Oh, he's flat lining." Tony said, coming in with drinks, "Call it. Time?"

"No, no, no. I'm gonna live forever." Clint laughed. "I'm gonna be made of plastic."

"Here's your drink." Tony handed it to him.

"You'll be made of you, Mr. Barton." Dr. Cho corrected.

You looked out the glass doors to see Steve bouncing Everleigh on his hip, cooing at her and laughing. It really was sweet. "Your own soulmate won't be able to tell the difference. Here's the next thing Tony. Your clunky metal suits are gonna be left in the dust."

"That is exactly the plan." Tony said. "And, Helen, I expect to see you at the party this Saturday."

"Unlike you, I don't have time for parties." Dr. Cho said. She paused and then asked Thor, "Will you be there?"

Bruce coughed a laugh. 

[inkiwirks]

Custom Sailor Moon Loki variant mashup with scepter. I love doing mashups so much.

[eek-a-tron]

Loki in The Avengers (2012).

[viviennes-tears]

Soulmates (Loki One shot)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. 

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Summary: The Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, sort out to avenge it from the Chitauri army and its leader the God of Mischief. As fate would have it the God comes to realise amongst the chaos that a simple wives tale is very much real and discovers a human is his soulmate.

Warnings: Mild violence, on going battle, mentions of death and near death experiences.

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The Chitauri army poured out of the massive portal which opened up in the crack of New York's skyline, causing a dark shadow to cast over a large portion of the city, the weather instantly changed to a more gloomy eclipse of mass destruction. Civilians screaming as they ran for a safe haven away from the alien creatures, abandoning their cars and other vehicles in the traffic build ups, a tremendous amount of people having to evict their homes and workplaces just in the nick of time of their demolition. Sadly not everyone was lucky during the chaos, many of which ended up suffering various injuries, while some unfortunate souls did not make it out alive at all.

Meanwhile at the heart of the attack was a God, who many only believed to have been a myth prior to his recent appearance in Germany, now he was coming at them live and in person at an astonishing rate. Alas some people had a close run-in with the God himself. Seeing up close how he terrified the 'puny humans.' Seeing the dark sunken in crazed glossed over green eyes piercing into their very souls. Seeing the sheen of sweat on his brow and the snarling animal within ready to pounce at any given moment.

During the maelstrom in a diner a few blocks down from where the attack had begun a young woman’s gaze caught the television screen that’s mounted to the wall. Seeing ‘BREAKING NEWS’ in its bold block font that stretched across the bottom of the screen while the rest of the screen was filled with an incoming live exclusive from one of the news reporters. The reporter was standing in the midst of the action that exploded behind them and she felt the aftershocks in real time. 

It unsettled her to see what was happening to the city she grew up in and loved so much, but what the worst part was seeing it herself, after she joined those who ran outside of the diner, seeing it unfold before their very eyes. A confirmation that it wasn't just some cheap hoax or unauthorised filming of a movie with special effects going off. However instead of following the moving crowd as they ran for their lives she actually ran towards the commotion, given she’s training to be a nurse and her instincts told her people needed her, always equipped with her bag of first aid on hand for anything. Yet these circumstances were never something she imagined to be on her list of possible emergencies. 

Along the way she saw flashes of men and a woman running around in spandex attire and unconventionally armed with unlikely choices of weaponry. She could even have sworn she saw a green giant of a man in only ripped trousers throwing cars at the alien creatures flying above her head. Although the consequential lives that are at steak didn’t leave room for dwelling on the absurdity she’d witness along the way. 

Once she reached the line of fire she began digging through a wreckage for survivors. During her search she found a middle aged man trapped inside his crushed car, with two cars smashed into it, one being smashed through the rear and one on the drivers side while a lamp post penetrated through the windscreen. The man looked to be unconscious and the airbag appeared to have failed. She quickly grabbed a piece of rubble and used it to smash through the passenger side window and then reached inside to pop the door open. Dropping her bag beside the car before climbing onto the passenger seat to reach over the lamp post to get to the man trapped. She managed to get her fingers on the side of his neck to check his pulse, tragically there was no signs of life, she was too late. 

A heavy and regrettable sigh escaped her lips as she climbed back out a moment later, grabbing her bag and putting it across her body once more, then continuing her search for survivors. Whilst she continued on her way she had to avoid an abundance of debris and not to draw any unwanted attention that might diverge her from her path. Without warning she witnesses a mother being struck down by one of the alien creatures, her insides being torn right out of her abdomen, being shown no mercy before collapsing lifelessly to the ground and her son left frozen in fear. Unhesitantly she immediately ran towards the boy, who quite possibly could only be five years old, and now alone. Luckily she managed to push the boy down and away from the alien creature in enough time. A man in red, white and blue suddenly intervenes, slicing off the head of the alien with a swift fling of his shield.

“You could have been killed.” Panted the man, as he caught his shield on re-entry before looking down at her cradling the boy who’s crying uncontrollably in her arms.

“I couldn’t leave the boy. I’m a nurse...or trying to be anyway.” She says, smoothing the boy's hair in an effort to bring him some comfort.

“A nurse, huh? Explains it…but all due respects ma’am, you’re better off setting up medical attention away from here. There’s bound to be hundreds of them needing your help once out of here.” Steve said, hoping she’d take his word.

“I’m not leaving when I can give people immediate help. If I left everything for the cops and the fire department there’s potentially many more who might not survive.” It was clear to him she was a stubborn one from the way she's spoken.

He sighs and comes to the decision that they’re wasting precious time, requesting for back up on his coms, which thankfully came swiftly and the boy was taken to safety. “The names Steve Rodgers, ma’am and I advise you to stay close to me.” He advises.

“Morgan Pritchards and you don’t need to worry about me, it's everyone else.” She reassures him, in spite of his hesitant look.

Nonetheless, Morgan proved to be quick upon her feet and quite stealthy too, much to Steve’s surprise, although at a time like this he was thankful all the same. He also couldn’t fault her determination and moral code over protecting the other civilians as expected of her profession.

However no matter how good Morgan had been and worked alongside Steve closely she made an untimely move which cost her footing to slip up. Then she was swept up by a strong arm encircled around her waist tightly. The contents of her bag tipped out as she was being held onto at an angle and as she peered up she realised the God of Mischief himself had captured her. 

“Hey let her go!” Steve protests angrily, as Loki takes off into the sky on the enemy’s mode of transport and sees her struggling to pray herself free of his grasp. Before Steve can do anything one of the creatures blocks his path and forces him to take them on first then ultimately losing sight of Morgan completely.

Within moments Loki lands on top of Stark Tower, keeping his arm around Morgan’s waist tightly, forcing her to walk inside against her will as his captive. She wasn’t scared, yet oddly she felt some sort of magnetic draw towards him, an unexplainable feeling as she’d never seen him before. 

“Get off!” She screeched, alas to no avail, the God ignoring her struggles against him.  

Once inside he forces her to kneel, then he raises the scepter towards her chest, but doesn’t quite get to press it against her due to the impromptu interruption of Stark’s arrival. Morgan glances over her shoulder and sees the Iron suit piece by piece disassemble from Stark’s body by robotic arms as he walks the gangway. 

“Please tell me you’re going to appeal to my humanity.” Loki says mockingly, as Stark enters the tower and watches Morgan in the corner of his eye, ensuring she doesn’t move from her place.

“Er, actually, I’m planning to threaten you.” Stark says, while taking his time to enter, also seemingly remains as cool as a cucumber, despite the circumstances and the still ongoing attack outside. Of course he clocks onto Morgan kneeling on the floor and in his mind simultaneously he is calculating the best possible option to rescue her.

“You should have left your armour on for that.” Loki replies, slightly pointing the scepter at Stark as he slowly moves towards the Billionaire. 

“Yeah seen a bit of mileage and you got the, er, glowstick of destiny…” Stark says, as he points to the scepter and takes a few steps down onto the main floor with ease. The mere mention of the scepter being dubbed with such humour had even managed to make the God smile a little out of amusement. “Would you like a drink?” Stark adds as he rounds the bar.

“Stalling me won’t change anything.” Loki said, then he glances back and catches Morgan moving, his gaze instantly freezes her back in her kneeling position. Stark also sees this and stares at her with a serious look.

“No, no, no threatening…no drink, you sure? I’m having one.” Stark says, grabbing the scotch bottle off the shelf behind the bar and then turns to look back at Loki. 

“The Chitauri are coming…nothing will change that.” Loki says, whilst pacing towards the large glass window and switches the scepter into the opposite hand. His gaze out the window was only a brief moment before turning around to face Stark. “What have I to fear?”

“The Avengers…” Stark says casually and readies to pour himself some scotch. The confusion on the God’s face causes him to pause for half a beat and roll his eyes. “It’s what we call ourselves…sort of like a team. Earth’s mightiest heroes type thing…” He explains and pours himself the scotch.

“Yes, I’ve met them.” Loki said, a hint of amusement once again in his expression and his tone in a mocking kind of way.

“Yeah, takes us a while to get any attraction, I’ll give you that one…but let’s do a head count here…your brother the demigod…” Loki scoffs at the mere mention of Thor and begins to pace back towards Morgan. “A super-soldier, living legend, who kind of lives up to the legend. And then with breathtaking anger management issues and a couple of master assassins…and YOU big fella have managed to piss off every signal one of them.”

“That was the plan.” Loki mockingly-mirthed.

“Not a great plan.” Stark dismisses before he steps away from the bar with his tumbler of scotch in hand. “When they come and they will…they’ll come for you.”

“I have an army.” The God reminds Tony.

“We have a Hulk.” Tony counter reminded the God with ease.

“Oh I thought the beast had wandered off...” The God trails off.

“You’re missing the point…there’s no throne. There’s no version of this where you come out on top...now maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us, but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth you can be damn well sure we’ll avenge it.” Stark…then takes a sip and briefly sees Morgan crawling along the floor behind Loki quietly, but he quickly snaps his gaze back to Loki so as not to draw any attention to her.

“How will your friends have time for me?” Loki asks as he prowls towards Stark completely oblivious to Morgan crawling up towards him. “When they’re too busy fighting you…” He closes in on Stark as the scepter powers up with a strange noise before Morgan grabs near the bottom end of it, instantly receiving a sharp pain shoved into her chest and lets it go, due to Loki shoving the scepter backwards into her. 

Loki rolls his shoulders followed by him pressing the tip against Tony’s chest. Yet nothing happens much to the God’s confusion that it normally works without much effort, but also to Morgan’s relief, even after he retires his actions still nothing happens.

“Oh performance issues…not uncommon. One out of five…” Stark manages to say before Loki wraps his free hand around his throat then lurches him out of the window. Glass shattering as Stark’s body hauls through it.

“No!” Morgan yells with her arm outstretched seeing Tony falling before Loki lurches for her.

The pair wrestle on the floor with the scepter between them. She tries holding her own against him the best she can, but ends up being flung off him with the force of his godly strength and the use of the scepter. She groans as she lands sprawled out away from him on the marble flooring and takes deep in takes of breaths whilst willing for the pain to go away. As she lays there she hears a swooshing of an Iron suit deploying and follows suit behind Tony. Loki then appears in her sight, having already gotten back up on his feet and towers above her. His gaze racks over her curves with a sly smile curled up on his lips. She’s disgusted, except not entirely, as below the surface she’s slightly aroused unexpectedly. Again it disgusts her to feel that way too. When Loki’s gaze trails upwards past her chest his eyes narrowed and the sly smile dissipates, as he noticed a marking on her left wrist above her head, her sleeve had moved down during the struggle and now drew his unwanted attention. He proceeds to crotch down to her and lightly his fingers trail over the mark upon her delicate skin, following the tail of a snake, and causing Morgan to shiver. He’d read about it many moons ago, but never did he once believe it to be anything other than an old wives tale, only seeing the mark quashed any doubts he had. In that moment he realises soulmates existed and she bore proof upon her skin of his spite animal.

Suddenly Stark comes flying back in through the broken window fully armoured up once more, having survived what would have been his death, then swipes Loki off his feet with a blast from his repulsor. Immediately following Loki sliding across the floor from the blast, the Tesseract amplifies the signal just outside the Stark Tower, making way for reinforcements of the army of Chitauri to invade. Tony is quick on the upkeep and starts to fend off against the oncoming army.

Meanwhile Loki is up once more and points the scepter at Morgan. “Stay here.” He growls, as she sits propped up on her elbows and watches him walk out onto the gangway, his horns, armour and cape materialising on his person in a shimmer of gold, just as Thor flies up and lands smoothly.

“Loki!” Thor calls, in that instant his brother looks at him, a slight gasp barely audible escapes Loki’s lips seeing him.”Turn off the Tesseractor or I will destroy it.”

“You can’t.There is no stopping it. There is only the war.” Loki says menacingly, tipping the scepter down towards Thor on the balcony below the gangway.

The brothers break into a fight, during which Thor sees a glimpse of the fear in Loki’s eyes, the horror creeping into his voice as he tries to hold himself off against him. During this interlude as they spoke Morgan had come out onto the balcony and ended up pushing herself between the brothers, holding her arms out to keep them separated, heavy breaths coming from both Gods as they looked between each other and her. Despite her keeping the peace temporally between them the Chitauri were still reaping havoc on New York around them, causing the sounds of distant screaming mixed with the alarms' continuous blaring, and crumbling sounds of nearby buildings. Steve and the rest of the Avengers doing their best to avenge Earth’s threats.

“Look at this…look around you, you think this madness will end with your rule?”

“It’s too late…it’s too late to stop it.”

“No, we can together.” Regardless of Thor’s words Loki pushes Morgan aside, and with a tiny sharp blade he stabs Thor in his abdomen, making him fall to his knees. However the wet shine to his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by her after he’d done it, but Loki growls at her when she tries to approach him.

Mercifully Thor finds the strength to get back up and body slammed Loki to the ground before he rolls off the edge of the tower and lands on the back of Chitauri transport to get away.

“Are you alright, Miss?” Thor asks gently in a breathy way.

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine...” Morgan replies, although her mind is foggy and she doesn’t seem to be able to comprehend the swirling emotions inside her.

Thor nods along before apologising that he has to leave her and returns to the fight. She understood loud and clear. After he left she rushed back inside and began raiding the place for medical supplies so she too could get back out there to help. Albeit before getting too far into her search Loki comes back crash landing on the balcony following an explosive arrow shot at him from Hawkeye. Just as Morgan was going to go out to him the Hulk appeared from nowhere and sent the God through another part of the window, more glass shattering everywhere, the echoes of a Hulk cry filled her ears. Instead of intervening this time Morgan saw the God being thrown about and Hulk smashed repeatedly after being called ‘a dull creature.’

Eventually after the dust settled, the Tessa Tesseractor destroyed, putting a stop to the portal opening and the end of the war for good. Earth’s mightiest heroes had prevailed. Morgan approached the God carefully as he laid in a creator shape of himself in the flooring. He was wheezing in pain. Instinctively she knelt down to attend to him, her moral code, keeping him alive in the aftermath of his madness. At first he wouldn’t let her touch him, he was guiding himself, although his resistance gave in at the end. The fog cleared from his mind enough as he looked into her brown eyes and the unusual fluttering of his heart. When he seemed calm she took care of him, her hands soft on his skin and so attentive.

Later as Thor arrested his brother for his crimes Loki paused and looked Morgan over from head to toe. The other’s kept a watchful eye in case Loki tried anything.

“If it’s all the same to you…I’ll have that drink now.” Loki says huskily, biting his lower lip and his eyes darkened with desire, as he drank in her form.

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Lady Loki lands in the center of the room…

Fury: ma’am I ask you to please put down the scepter.

Loki locks eyes with Y/N who stands next to Fury and Clint…

Loki: (blushes) oh…h-hello

Y/N: hi.

Loki: I’m Loki of Asgard

Y/N: I’m (Y/N) of (insert hometown).

Loki: (giggles) perhaps you could show me around this place, oh great rule of (hometown).

Loki locks arms with Y/N…

Y/N: I would be delighted.

The two walk off arm in arm…

Fury: what just happened?

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His. | Loki x reader smut

I finally the Loki tv show… this does NOT have any spoilers, it’s set on Asgard with a newly appointed king and his coronation gift…

cw: d/s

“Leave any traces of fear in this room.” The command was clear, spoken sharply by a royal attendant.

Your gaze didn’t leave the fragrant water of the bath you knelt in, the attendant taking care to wash every inch of your skin. Other women pulled fluttering silks from a wardrobe, lying it out for you and finding jewelry to match. So much led to this moment, and yet it didn’t seem real — anticipation and anxiety buzzing in your head. You’d been told once already to contain the obvious fear that lingered in your chest, but the daunting task of doing so seemed impossible when your fate was waiting on a silver platter, the moment you left the private chamber you were being bathed in.

“Come, out of the water before your skin wrinkles,” you were hauled to your feet, wrapped in towels and rubbed down by several girls with movements so quick, you were barely left time to react.

Hands massaged your tense limbs, covering them in oils that bloomed with exotic scents, leaving your skin gleaming. At the same time, your hair was fixed, emeralds — his favorite — twisted into the locks and fastening to bare your neck.

“It’s customary to dress her in white,” a handmaiden spoke of you as if you were not there.

“The prince prefers black.” The will of your all-powerful god silenced any protest, everyone moving to do his bidding.

The women fretted — you had to be perfect for him. They prepared you to be presented to the god, as a divine gift to honor the crown prince of Asgard. You were bathed, decorated, and dressed, all to please the god you were gifted to, an expectation that you’d been bred for. It was a great honor to be taken from the hills, to the castle of the gods, to walk amongst the divine, even if it meant your role was to do as your master saw fit, obeying every command. You had come to terms with it, knowing that upon prince Loki’s rise to the throne, you were the sacrifice — the gift — of the kingdom, a promise of good fortune and favor granted in return.

It all seemed like a far-away, distant dream in a future that would never come. Despite that, here you were, relinquishing your whole self to Asgard’s throne. You had never met the god, and never seen him up close. Of course you’d heard the stories, the wrath and prowess of the young prince, and even seen him from a distance — but being in his presence was something entirely new, before being expected to spend the rest of time at his mercy.

Asgardian silk draped over your skin, so light you wouldn’t know it was there. Your decency was concealed beneath expensive black fabric, hiding what was only meant for Loki to see in the moments after this. The handmaidens’ fussing finally ceased, ending the long evening of preparation.

“Come with me, and do as you’re told,” the woman in charge ushered you forward, opening the chamber doors, releasing you out of known captivity into unpredictability.

You swallowed the fear in your throat, steps silent as you followed her to the throne room, the festivities growing louder as you approached your fate. Before you were given a moment to hesitate, you were led into the cavernous room of gold and heavenly magic.

All at once, it fell silent as soldiers escorted you to the throne. There he was — the god himself, draped over his golden throne. Loki was the only one adorned finer than you, a golden helm atop his onyx waves, wild cerulean eyes that bore straight into your soul.

“Your majesty, a gift in exchange for your benevolence,” the ceremony’s representative from your kingdom presented you to Loki, a hand on your shoulder forcing you to kneel before the throne.

A dangerous smile curved the god’s lips, placing his scepter aside as he rose to his feet.

“A very generous gift indeed,” Loki’s lyrical voice wrapped around your throat, stealing the air from your lungs.

He was impossibly tall and lean as he approached you, toned muscles visible even through the heavy layers of leather and gold that adorned his figure. Loki was no mere prince, but a god of mischief, holding an entire world in the palm of his delicate hand. A dark mischief glittered in his eyes, the gorgeous royal leaning down to look closely at you.

He tilted your chin up, looking him directly in the eye, immediately disarmed and vulnerable as you did so. His expression changed almost imperceptibly, gone from his eyes in a flash as he looked away from you, addressing the court who had handed you over.

Your ears were ringing too loudly to hear what he said, your head spinning. A solider moved to guide you to sit at the base of the throne, at Loki’s feet, when you were suddenly snapped back into the present moment.

“You will not lay a hand on what is mine!” Loki’s shout thundered through the chamber, stopping the man before he could touch you.

The soldier quickly fell back, recognizing the lethal danger of disrespecting Loki. An entire room held its breath, the seconds agonizing, exhaling only when Loki motioned for festivities to resume.

Despite the advice to hide your fear, Loki could practical feel your startled fright. Everything else blurred into the background, the celebration entertaining itself, leaving you and Loki at the center of your own universe.

Loki leaned down with an outstretched hand, his expression softening as you met his gaze. He had not yet spoken directly to you, but you didn’t need instruction to place your hand in his, allowing his strength to move you forward. Loki guided you to kneel at his feet as he resumed his place on the throne, slotted between his long legs.

Delicate fingers gently tilted your chin to look up at him, the touch startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to what you’d been warned of.

“There is a long night of festivities ahead, you may rest on me if you grow weary,” Loki granted you permission to lie your head against his thigh, to sink back into the new shelter.

You gave a small nod of understanding, looking back down as his attention was demanded from another round of celebration.

Despite the dizzying commotion of Loki’s ceremony, your limbs became heavy and keeping your eyes open was a losing battle. Loki peered down at you as you slowly laid your head against his leg, letting your exhausted body rest for the first time.

A fierce desire to protect you swelled in Loki’s chest, suddenly cross with the noise and lights that combatted your sleep. As he continued to entertain offerings of exotic fruits and tributes from his kingdoms, Loki moved a leg in front of you, glaring at anyone who so much as looked too long in your direction.

He couldn’t imagine how drained you were, to sleep through the chaos. Your weight rested against his leg, though you didn’t let yourself fully drift into deep sleep, some part of you making sure that you were upright, not wanting to displease him.

Loki carefully supported you as he stood, lifting you off the floor with godly strength. The festivities continued without him — kings, gods, and valkyrie reenacting stories of battles and playing with magic in the great halls.

He’d had quite enough of the noise and empty affection, and desired nothing more than some quiet time alone with his offering.

“Careful,” he warned softly as you began to stir, strengthening his grip to keep you from falling.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled, your first words spoken in a haze of exhaustion.

“It’s alright, you’re free to rest,” Loki laid you down on his bed the moment you entered the privacy of his chambers.

Golden floors were etched in sweeping illustrations of history and mythology, telling the stories of your god beneath the bed draped in dark green silks. Huge doors opened to a veranda, a summer breeze ruffling the curtains, allowing glimpses of glittering astronomy overhead.

Your mind yearned to stay awake, to learn your surroundings and stay vigilant in the presence of Loki. Despite that, your body screamed for sleep, sinking into the soft bedding he had placed you on.

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Loki watched you sleep.

Exhaustion kept your body rigidly still, not moving once the entire night. You stayed curled up in the very corner of the expansive bed, out of reach of Loki, who eventually took his place as the sun cracked the horizon.

The only indication you were real, was the gentle rise and fall of your back as you breathed. As you slept, the frightened expression vanished from your face, softening the your features. Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you, studying your almost peaceful face.

Loki drifted in and out of sleep, not bothering to wake you after such a late and overwhelming night. You must have been weary, because you couldn’t have been comfortable, making yourself as small as possible at the very edge of the bed, not wanting to take up too much of Loki’s space.

You slowly opened your eyes, sunlight streaming in through the open veranda. The morning seemed impossibly peaceful, despite waking up into a new life of servitude. This didn’t feel like what you’d expected — waking up in a comfortable bed with the warm sun on your face, the scent of breakfast wafting from a huge spread on the chamber’s dining table.

“Good morning, darling,” Loki’s voice was much softer in the privacy of the chambers, without an audience.

You sat up, looking over as he stood from a couch, setting aside a novel. He was more relaxed, wearing loose black linen, his hair tied up loosely.

“Hi,” you whispered, at a loss for words — partially in awe of how gorgeous he was, and partially cautious, as if he were a cobra waiting to strike at any wrong move.

He watched as you observed your surroundings, inspecting your golden cage in the light of day. Loki’s chambers were beautiful, bright, and serene. It seemed so divorced from the perception you had of the god before being let in to the most private part of his existence. Loki moved smoothly throughout the room, delicate hands attached to a lean, muscular body. Loki’s face was sculpted out of marble, so stunningly beautiful it left you breathless. Green eyes pierced straight into your soul, laid bare when he looked at you.

“Eat something,” he gestured to the feast at the table, as if he were the devil, offering food to a goddess to keep captive in his lair forever.

It was your job to obey, your body moving before your mind even considered protest. The shimmering gown you were wearing the night before swept the floor as you walked, Loki admiring how beautiful you were, even slightly disheveled.

You hesitantly took a berry from the table, bringing it to your lips, licking the sweetness off your fingertips. The sight stirred something inside of Loki, his gaze focusing on the contours of your body that were visible through the just-sheer parts of the fabric draped over you.

“Master?” You could feel the weight of his gaze, invisibly drawing you to him.

Loki stepped toward you, pleased as you sank to your knees without any encouragement, easing into his submission. You wanted it, needed it, like your lungs needed air. A shimmer of green made your clothing disappear, baring you fully to Loki’s intoxicated gaze.

“Look at you, fit for a god,” he praised, slowly circling you as you kneeled, appreciating you from every angle.

“Only for you, master.”

“Loki,” he permitted you to call him by name, a request that pulled the corners of your lips up with small satisfaction.

The floor was cold beneath your knees, and your skin began to prick beneath a cool breeze from the veranda. Loki swelled over the recognition that you were his, and his alone. He was hard in the loose linen pants, eager to claim full ownership of you in such an intimate way. You willingly surrendered to him, practically desperate for him to take you, to consummate your submission to the god.

Your hands smoothed up the solid muscles of Loki’s thighs — limbs you wish to be bent over — before clutching the linen waistband and dragging down his trousers. The sight of him hung heavy made your mouth water and your cunt throb, desire swirling in your belly.

“Go ahead. Touch me as you please, I’m as much yours as you are mine,” Loki murmured, realizing you were waiting for permission, to do as you were told.

Long fingers wove into your hair, cradling the side of your head, pulling only slightly as you licked the tip of his cock, sending a shock up his spine.

He leaned back against the wall, smirking as your left palm flattened over his toned abs to brace yourself, pleased that you were trusting his words.

“Gods,” Loki swore when you took him in your mouth, letting him push you down until he was filling your throat.

Pretty tears welled at your lashes at his size, your throbbing need beginning to smear between your thighs. Your free hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your tongue dragging up his shaft. He was both long and thick, his skin like velvet on your tongue. It was a feat to take even half of him in your mouth, and you moaned and the thought of him fucking you, and how you’d beg to take it all.

“If worshipping my cock makes you wet enough to drip on my floor, I’ll let you do it every morning,” Loki purred with a grin, clearly taking notice of the effect he had on your body.

“Please,” you whimpered respectfully, dragging your fist up his length, giving your mouth a break.

“I’m close, darling, you’re doing beautifully,” he praised, watching your thighs squeeze together at his words.

“I want to come in that gorgeous mouth, feel myself in your throat.”

You tilted your head back just a bit, both to gaze up into his eyes and to let him in deeper. A low whine vibrated around his cock as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing.

“Fuck,” Loki hissed, spilling over into your mouth, filling your senses with his salty taste.

“Swallow it,” Loki commanded, and you were all too willing to obey, wanting to please him.

His thumb swiped over your lips, cleaning up the bit of mess he made, kneeling in front of you as you both caught your breath.

“Was that okay?” the question slipped out before you could stop yourself, puzzling Loki.

“Of course, it was perfect. Haven’t you done it before?”

“No, I’ve been kept pure for you,” you answered, earning a profane string of Norse as his dick twitched.

“You’ve made me insatiable,” Loki pressed a quick, messy kiss to your mouth that was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“No!” Loki shouted, standing up, displayed in his full glory to the guard who opened the door.

The furious god stood in front of you, blocking any eyes from catching even a glimpse of your body.

“Get out, now, or I shall have your eyes torn out!” Loki thundered, fiercely possessive over you.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. Odin has called on you—”

A sharp burst of Loki’s magic sent the man flying backward with a yell, the door slamming shut behind him.

“I’m sorry-” you began, as if you needed to apologize for being nude.

“I will never let anyone else touch you, see your body, or covet what is mine.”

A warmth spread through you at the words, taking his hand to stand up. He took a cloth, carefully cleaning you up, before guiding you into a closet that was full of the finest Asgardian fabrics.

“We’ll continue this later, darling, but for now, you’ll accompany me on whatever nonsense I’m being summoned for,” Loki explained, moving to dress himself as he left you to choose what maids had left for your arrival.

You chose green, pleasing the god as you adorned his colors, another sign of your growing devotion. Loki kissed your wrist, before a band of gold appeared in a shimmer, bringing a smile to your face.

He wordlessly led you out of his chambers, a hand at the small of your back. Being with him was intense — but the castle and all of its people was overwhelming. You found yourself leaning into Loki’s side, away from the noise of shouting and chaos of the everyday happenings.

He looked up from the throne to see what was bothering you before pulling you to sit between his legs where you could sink back into him and ignore the noise.

“We’ll leave as soon as I’m finished. Until then, you can entertain yourself by picturing what I’m going to do to your precious little pussy,” Loki whispered against the side of your face, gently nipping your ear.

You shuddered against his chest, feeling him chuckle beneath you as his arm tightened on your waist. Warmth flushed your cheeks and you turned your face into his arm, shy at the filthy words from Loki. He could feel your heart racing inside your ribs, anxious to tear the emerald gown from your body.

You were lost in your thoughts when Loki banished everyone from the expansive throne room, giant doors embedded with gemstones slamming shut, sealing you alone with him.

“Now, where were we?” Loki asked, mouthing hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“I believe you were about to fuck me, Loki,” you chirped.

“I love hearing those dirty words on your lips, all for me.”

“Only you,” you promised, closing the gap as he hovered above you.

The kiss was heady, his tongue warm and dominating as he pushed it past your lips. The sensation nearly distracted you from his hands, that were tearing the fabric around your torso, letting it flutter to the floor in shimmering pieces.

“I’m going to fuck you here, on this throne, like a proper king.”

You parted your legs, letting his hand drop between them. Loki smirked into your neck as he cupped your sex, feeling how wet you were, desperate for him as heat radiated from your center.

He didn’t bother to turn you over, perfectly happy to fuck you while you were on top of him, lying on his chest as he sat upon his throne. He glided his cock along your wet lips, only a moment until you were squirming with desperation.

He wanted to hear you beg, but even he couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking into you, every inch stretching you impossibly further. The sweet sting made you cry out, your head dropping back on his shoulder when he nestled himself fully inside you.

“You’re perfect for me,” Loki praised through gritted teeth, fighting not to slam into you like an animal. He could feel your walls throbbing around him, muscles burning as they were forced to take the stretch to fit him inside — and you loved it.

You doubted anything would ever feel so good, until his hips started to roll forward, the god fucking you deep and slow, holding your body against his chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, soaking up your squeals of pleasure as he lost himself in you.

Before he even thought to play with you, your cunt began to clench around him with an impending orgasm. Your startled whimper shot straight to Loki’s dick, and he fucked you harder, unable to help himself.

“Come around me, darling, let me know how good you feel,” Loki urged, nearly spilling into you as you trembled in his arms, coming with a scream that echoed off the walls.

“There you go,” he murmured, twitching before he filled you with his seed, painting your insides with him.

Your breaths were ragged and uneven, mind completely foggy in the aftermath. He breathed in your scent as he stayed inside you, preserving the moment for as long as possible.

“I’m yours, forever,” you whispered, as if reading his mind.