#lokifans

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Thanks for the kind words! ★★★★★ "Lov it very nicely made" Jessica J.

[livelovelaughloki]

march 5

Now, as we know, I absolutely adore Loki, like- he’s my lifeblood, (one) of the reasons I wake up and go on with my day (one of the top 20 reasons). I don’t really know why I like him so much, maybe because of like- his personality, or something, his looks definitely add to it, for sure, also his complexity, his charm, his depth, he’s not the “blonde beaut with muscles and super tanned skin- or however the stereotype goes. I don’t really know what my “type” is, since the characters and people I like vary and come from broad backgrounds. For example, I could say that I prefer complex, morally ambiguous characters, but then there are some characters who aren’t morally ambiguous, and simply are on the “good” side. Or they’re a “cinnamon roll”, or a “goody-two-shoes” type of character. I just like his commandeering, deep, charming, funny, smart, enigmatic character type. Also, I definitely have a thing for evil, or misunderstood characters.

don't tell me this isn't the most adorable, likable man you've ever seen

gifs/graphics are from animatedglittergraphics-n-more on tumblr and source▪️f2u (that's what the post said so idk)

[voldiebuns]

Have you ever written "trapped together"? (For the Never Have I Ever meme)

I think the only time I've written "trapped together" is Typical Rewards (Star Wars, Kylux). They're actually only trapped for less than half of the 1.5k fic, so I haven't even written it much! It's not a trope I gravitate toward much, but I do think it would be fun to write again sometime with a bigger emphasis on the trapped aspect than the post trapping aspect.

[mjolnir-viking-jewelry]

Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Loki mask pendant. Authentic Loki mask necklace. Handcrafted sterling silver Loki pendant.

[sharris8]

How did I miss this one!??

ok but what about being stuck in the elevator with loki then he notices the reader cheking him out in the mirror 🥵

Ok, so these two got combined as I wrote this piece. I hope you guys enjoy it.

You were stuck. The elevator wasn't going down or up.

Just stuck in the middle.

It should've reached the nearest floor and opened its doors, but that hadn't happened. Weird.

You weren't complaining, though. The other occupant of the elevator was a sight to behold. And you were beholding, alright!

Loki, the god, the mystery, the former supervillain, the hottest guy you had ever laid your eyes on... was somehow in that elevator with you, just you, and now you two were stuck there together.

What were the chances of that happening?

That too in the boring admin wing of Stark Industries?

Well, actually, the chances of you and him sharing an elevator were high these days, since he had been coming here almost every day for last few weeks. But just him and you? No one else? Along with elevator malfunction? Nah...

You considered yourself extremely lucky, because even though you were stuck, your company was hot as fuck. It didn't even matter that he was simply looking at his phone and frowning most of the time.

His back was to you, but you could gaze at him through the mirror. You were treating yourself to the eye candy, leaning against the elevator handrail to act casual about it.

The best part was that you could admire his posterior at the same time as his front. That all black suit was suiting him all too well.

Up and down, up and down, your eyes were feasting on his whole form... until suddenly you found him looking at through the reflection, his sharp eyes narrowing like a lion's.

You had been caught. Red handed. You were so busy ogling Loki that you forgot to be careful.

Oh shit!

You turned around on reflex, even though it was too late.

Your only hope was that he'd let it slide and go back to ignoring you. It was possible, because that was what he had been doing up till now.

You were an insignificant human, and he was a god...alien... alien god prince... whatever! You weren't anyone important, especially not to him. So it made sense that he'd simply forget that he caught you looking at him... uhh... disrespectfully.

Very disrespectfully.

"Why turn away now. Might as well continue your endeavour, given that we're not going anywhere."

Did he just... did you hear that right?

You turned back around to face him, knowing that your face was on fire.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He tilted his head slightly. "I didn't quite hear you there. Come closer and then say it."

Ok... so now you were realizing why everyone got so nervous around him. He could change his tone and demeanour in a second, and presently, it was intimidation 100.

You came up to him in a slow step, keeping your head down. "I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

You nodded, swallowing hard. What else did he want?

"For you to be forgiven, I want to be treated to the same fare that you were having."

You looked up at him--damn, he was tall--and simply blinked in confusion. "What?"

He leaned against the mirror, crossing his arms as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. "Turn and face the mirror."

Your eyes widened. "Wh-What?!"

"You heard me," he said, making a turning motion with his index finger. "Go on, show me what you have. All of it."

For a moment, you simply stood frozen in place, too shocked to react. But then, as he ensnared you in his hypnotic gaze, your feet began to move on their own. It was as if you were a puppet to his whims.

You turned slowly, showing him the back of your formal shirt and pencil skirt. It was nothing remarkable, but it fit you well. (Why the hell were you thinking about your clothes' fit right now? There were other pressing matters at hand.)

He hummed deep in his throat, as if dissatisfied. "Bend over."

What... what was happening?

Even though you were totally scandalized by his demand, you complied. Against your best wishes and wisdom... you complied.

You were holding onto the handrail like your life depended on it, your knuckles turning several shades lighter in the process, as you bent over and put on a lewd act for him.

"Good girl," he crooned, coming up right behind you to press against your behind.

You shivered as the praise washed over you, turning your mind and judgment to mush.

"Open your shirt."

Damn... you could've said no, but... you didn't. You simply followed his command, again, unbuttoning your shirt with trembling fingers.

He cupped your bra covered breasts and played with them for a while, pulling you down the path of mindless lust. When he pushed the cups down, you let him, because he whispered 'good girl' in your ear again, dismantling your sense of propriety.

Well, it was already quite close to collapsing anyway, and his touch was simply too knowing and skilful. Soon, your nipples were taut under his fingers, your breasts all too happy to be held in those big, beautiful hands.

"You don't look very sorry now, do you?" His breath tickled the back of your neck as he looked at you in the mirror, pinching your nipples as he spoke. "You look like you're enjoying this. Shall we check?"

With that, he left your breasts alone, only to reach down your legs. You felt your skirt being lifted.

It sent alarm bells ringing in your head... finally.

And yet, you did nothing to stop him. You just kept holding the handrail. Because, well, a part of you was curious as hell. Curious about what was to come.

His fingers caressed your thighs on the way up, taking the skirt along. He didn't stop until it was bunched around your hips.

And when his hands went down your thighs, they took your panties with them.

All this while, you simply looked back at him in the mirror, with your heart beating faster and faster. He had exposed you, completely, and here you were, still obeying him like a trained submissive.

"Very good girl..."

There it was again, the praise, spoken in that voice. It was your undoing.

Part of you wanted to protest it; part of you wanted to encourage it. You knew which part was bigger...

When you heard the sound of a zipper opening, your eyes widened for a second. You knew what was coming.

Suddenly, your warring emotions reached a crescendo and finally toppled to one side, and Loki, witnessing the changing emotions on your face, gave you a wicked grin in the mirror.

"Are you slick for me, sweet girl?" he asked, caressing your ass. His long fingers pressed into the soft flesh, forcing a whimper from you.

You didn't respond. You couldn't respond. It was like your head was empty and your tongued all tied up.

His hands then moved to your hips, gripping you tighter, lifting you up till you were on your tip toes. Now, you were aligned with him perfectly.

"Well, only one way to find out if you're ready for me," he rasped, pressing into you from behind, nudging right at your entrance. "If you receive me without any resistance, then I have my answer..."

He thrust forward, taking your breath away with his sheer length and girth.

And yet, you were so aroused that he went right in.

"Fuck," you cried out, eyes fluttering in both shock and pleasure, with little twinges of delicious pain flowing through your stretched channel.

"And so she speaks again," he said, pulling back and pushing in, repeatedly, setting a rhythm. "Is this what you had in mind when you were undressing me with your eyes?"

"M-Maayybe?"

Well, you had no idea that he'd be into it as well...

"Maybe? Shall I stop then?" He halted deep inside you, enough to pull a needy moan from you.

"No! No... fuck, no."

"Answer me."

"Yes," you replied, taking only a second to hesitate.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... Sir."

Oh god, you were a submissive...

"That's right."

He grinned again, picking up the rhythm of his thrusts once more. He went harder this time, making your breasts bounce with every movement. It looked so obscene; it was shocking, seeing yourself like that.

And yet, you were into it. So into it...

"You like this, no... you love this, right?"

"Yes Sir!"

You weren't even hiding it now, pushing back against him as you were.

"You know, I could've fixed this elevator long ago," he confessed, delivering little bites on your neck, his voice vibrating against your skin. "I have the means. But I wanted to play with you, instead. I'm glad I did."

That's when it hit you... it was possible that you were being watched.

"The... the cams!" you squeaked, suddenly feeling distress over the security cam footage.

"What about the cams?"

"They'll see us!"

"And?"

Oh god...

"What is wrong with you?"

Loki simply chuckled in response, grinding deep inside you now, essentially holding you up on his cock.

His hand came around your waist and cupped you from the front, playing with your clit while you literally rode his hard column of flesh.

"Just think about it. It'll be legendary... they'll all see how well you're taking my whole length inside you. They'll know you belong to me now. My good girl..."

Those words... those dirty dirty words. They broke you.

You came hard, clenching around his girth, your face burning in both surrender and embarrassment.

"Fuck, Sir!"

"That's it, there you go. Keep coming on my cock," he growled in your ear as he kept up his rhythm inside you, incessant and relentless. "Show the cams just how good you are."

"Oh god..."

Another orgasm hit you, right on the tail of the previous one.

It was crazy, how he was effecting you, how he was playing with your body and mind alike, turning you exactly into what he wanted.

And you loved it all, everything, even the risk of exhibition.

By the time he came inside you, you were panting away like you had run a marathon. Your body was still caught up in the string of orgasms he had given you, and honestly, the thought of cams didn't even alarm you any more.

Hell, you were sure that you'd not even utter a peep if the elevator doors opened right now and displayed you to the world in this state. You were that far gone.

It was only when he pulled out and cleaned you up with his handkerchief--he kept a handkerchief?--that you began to feel the wisps of panic again. After all, the possibility of losing your job was very real...

But Loki pulled your from your scary thoughts when when he spoke up, engulfing you into his arms. "I disabled them long ago."

"Huh?"

He grinned, tapping your nose with his index finger. "The cameras. You're safe."

"But... you said..." You were so confused.

"All part of the play, love. Though, the bit about you being mine..." He nudged his nose against yours before going in a for a little kiss. "I meant that."

With that, he pulled away and moved his hand with a flair, righting your clothes and hair in a wave of his world renowned magic.

In the next moment, the elevator began to move.

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(Also posted on AO3. Please share and leave comments if you liked it.)

[sitp-recs]

Curious if you have a personal list of fav steamy, spicy drarry fics? Like. The steamiest. The spiciest.

(Any trope)

Hello friend! Ok confession time: I usually go to other ships for my spicy smut hehe 🙃 but I can definitely highlight some Drarry favorites. Idk if they’re the spiciest ever, but I often reread these:

Aletheia by lazywonderlvnd

Arms and Elbows by iota

Born Slippy by dracoladon

The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored

Utter Cockslut (A Worthy Cause) by Lokifan

Smut can be quite personal (god knows I’m picky lol) but imho Lokifan and Femme write excellent smut, can’t go wrong with their stuff

Honourable mentions:

The story didn’t quite work for me but It Started in the Shower and Unhook the Stars have insanely hot smut!! 🥵

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Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Loki Mask viking wall panel. Oak viking wall hanging. God Loki wood viking decor. Design from Cammin Casket.

[danpuff-ao3]

Snaco Recs

This is one of those ships where if I wasn't so devoted to my OTP, this would be the one for me. Snotty rich kid and his poor snarky professor? C'mon. That's hot. And with that...these are some Draco/Severus fics I very much enjoyed!

Safe Place

by A_factorygirl_69. Rated: E. Words: 887. Underage. Angst.

It's not about what Draco needs.

Reclamation

by Arsenic. Rated: E. Words: 1,442. Valentine's Day.

Challenge: Draco/Snape, corsets, must include music.

Words

by Arsenic. Rated: G. Words: 730.

Snaco moment

Hell and all Its Wonders

by calrissian18. Rated: M. Words: 7,008. Jealousy. Possessive Behavior. Beltane. Poison. Warning in notes.

Poison courses through his veins. It always has, only these days it’s quite a bit more literal.

Necessary Tools for a Spy's (and Malfoy's) Survival

by DeeplyBuriedSkeletons. Rated: E. Words: 4,717. Psuedo-incest. Godfather Severus. Humiliation. Virginity loss. Dub-con. Rape/non-con elements. Forced exhibitionism.

With Draco's failure to smuggle Death Eaters into Hogwarts it was another mark against the Malfoys. As punishment, the Dark Lord demanded he be fucked and humiliated in front of his inner circle. When Lucius refused to participate, Severus once again stepped in to save them. Whether or not he had ulterior, personal motives for fucking his godson was irrelevant. He would do what was necessary to protect Draco to the best of his abilities, and while the circumstances were far from ideal, no one ever claimed Severus was lacking adaptability.

Nasophilia

by Femme (@femmequixotic). Rated: M. Words: 996.

If Draco were completely honest--and why on earth would he ever wish to be--it was the nose, you see.

Refraction

by Femme. Rated: E. Words: 3,305. Crossdressing. Genderfuck.

Mirrors keep Malfoy secrets, you see.

Screwed

by glacis. Rated: E. Words: 2,250.

Draco's plan doesn't quite work.

Nine and Sixty Ways

by goseaward. Rated: T. Words: 7,130.

There is always more than one possibility. Or, what could have happened after the end of Half-Blood Prince.

Custard Tarts for the Tart

by iamisaac. Rated: E. Words: 2,378. Dom/sub. Dub-con. Postwar.

After the war, there are precious few jobs going for ex-Death-Eaters. War-hero Severus, however, finds one for Draco...

Gaze

by Lokifan. Rated: E. Words: 4,319. Rentboys. Dub-con.

Draco knows he shouldn’t say yes, but he can’t afford not to.

Sparking Like the Perfect Match

by Lokifan. Rated: E. Words: 29,955. Student/teacher. Dub-con. Deathly Hallows AU. Hogwarts 7th year. Light dom/sub.

After Potter’s escape, Draco and his family need protection from someone the Dark Lord likes. Headmaster Snape gives it for a price: Draco’s cooperation in an unexplained Beltane ritual.

How to Ask a Question

by madeofbees. Rated: E. Words: 22,790. Student/teacher. Hogwarts 8th year. Light angst.

Draco has wanted Severus since he can remember. On Valentine's Day of his eighth year, he finally works up the courage to ask for what he wants. Or does he?

Shall we descend once more, my Hades

by megyal. Rated: E. Words: 10,219. Forced bonding. Podfic available.

From the request: Later schoolyears, possibly seventh year | In return for killing Voldemort, Draco is given to Snape, to become his concubine. (Prompt: The Myth of Persephone)

After

orphaned. Rated: T. Words: 1,076. MCD.

It is a singularly odd sensation to grieve when one is intangible.

Trappings of Privilege

orphaned. Rated: E. Words: 16,892.

It's Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. Carrow wants him. Snape doesn't.

Not Such a Superman

by torino10154. Rated: E. Words: 199. Rape/non-con. Underage.

[No summary]

Quite Naughty

by torino10154. Rated: E. Words: 200. Student/teacher. Underage.

Unbeta'd. Written for adventdrabbles Prompt 7: "Naughty or Nice or Don’t Ask."

[sharris8]

This was so heartbreaking and beautifully written ...vulnerable moments with Loki. I absolutely believe his thought have to be heavy. After hearing your own father tell you that your birthright was to die, is seriously mess up.

Eat

Summary: Loki finds himself in a dark state.

Requested by: Laer111ee (wattpad)

Rating: *WARNING* mentions of depression, and $u*cidal thoughts

 

“You have to eat.’’

Loki’s eyes didn’t even flicker up at you as his fork mindlessly moved around his food. You knew he heard you as you sit across from him with your own plate, but he continues to not further the subject.

It was a delicate time.. his mood swings per say..

You knew he already felt bad for not eating the food you worked decently hard on to make, which didn’t help the already current state he has found himself in for the past several days of worsening depression. At least he had you as a support system and both of you moving into your own apartment has definitely helped since living with “earth’s mightiest heroes” has done a number on his mood already. Yet you worry..

The battle on New York is over, and due to a ton of begging from Thor to let Loki stay under house arrest at the tower to avoid severe Asgardian punishment- death, the Avenger’s obliged with only a few times of “community service” in the field in which special bracelets were made to contain a bit of his magic when it’s needed to be used. He was a really great help and his magic made most of our fights against hydra and a ton of others definitely shorter. You and him even got some one on one sparring sessions and mini missions and low and behold, decided to start going out.. from limited means since he still was under watch.

its was years now, SHIELD still has him wear the bracelets that he currently likes to pull at periodically without even realizing it sometimes. With begging on your part, you lived in this cute apartment not to far away from the Avenger’s tower, and with doing your best with the limited means, you both have been happy. Yet recently his mood has changed. Sometimes he doesn’t wish to get out of bed, even if he was wide awake. Sometimes the smallest things could set him off where he would either yell or accidently break something with his god strength- forgetting Midgardian furniture isn’t built like it is in Asgard. And quite recently, he’s refused to eat a whole meal and now he hardly eats at all.

Being a god, he can go far longer than humans.. but with the amount of time that’s passed, you were sure it was concerning even for someone like him to go on this long with only like two bites and then he was finished.. he was scaring you, you worried for him and whether he realized it or not, you had to prep the house encase any.. initial thoughts would come along..

Getting Thor involved was out of the question, he hated anyone that was related to the new York battle- which happened to be all of your friends but to hang out with them, you were to scared to leave Loki alone so it really put a damper on your mood as well. The apartment was mostly quiet, worrying what would be said or done to set off either of you but sometimes it was just the fact knowing you both were around each other- verbal or not, was comforting.

Yet this eating thing has gone far enough and your already lean boyfriend was becoming noticeably more lean as time went by.

Setting down your fork, you slowly rose and crossed over to pull the seat out next to Loki to have a seat- his eyes barely resisting your movements as he continued to move around his vegetables.

After a moment of silence, you gently placed a hand on his and he stopped moving, the fork slowly sliding from his fingers.

‘’Loki..’’ you began, your voice quiet as your eyes glued to his face with a gentle expression.

The only response he gave you was a small nod- one would miss it if they weren’t paying attention.

‘’I know there are a lot of things on your mind, a lot of thoughts that are sparking new ones, ideas and assumptions. It’s been a few days since you’ve had a proper amount of food, and that’s okay’’ you add and squeeze his hand a little as he gave a small sigh.

‘’what can I do to help? Even if it’s just an ear if you wish to talk things out out loud..’’

Loki stayed silent for a moment, staring mindlessly at his plate but no focus in his gaze. As if someone was forever zoned out and his hand was limp when you held it. his skin was cold- colder actually. You didn’t rush him, you just waited as your thumb gently stroked his skin, staring at his beautiful face you loved so much and stayed quiet as you focused on his slow breathing.

Parting his lips slowly, he sighed another hopeless sigh we’ve all had when there was no point to anything. Where we have been at our lowest and wanted to quit whatever we were doing right then and there. Happiness was dead at this time and light was no option in this type of tunnel we found ourself lost in.

‘’I’m a failure..’’ he barely whispered, his words breaking your heart as tears formed in his eyes once more.

‘’Loki you’re not a-‘’

‘’my whole life is a lie.. it would have been better if I would have just perished as an infant on Jotunheim and all this wouldn’t have happened’’ he said between sobs, his hands forming fists on the table in which you had to quickly pull your hand away but instead rested it on top.

He has found himself comfortable in your relationship to tell you about his upbringing, the betrayal, the lies, Odin, all of it. but he’s always spoke out of hatred.. this was the firs time he’s actually shown sorrow upon the subject. It broke your heart seeing him like this, and you knew you were important to him in your life where he’ll need you more than ever in these moments. You will not abandon him.

You slowly rose from your chair and went to his own, bringing his head to your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, his face turning slightly to continue to cry into your chest while you stroked his silky hair.

‘’Loki.. I can’t tell you how much it pains me and angers me of what has happened to you, you deserved none of it and you did everything to the best of your abilities to make things right with the best intentions. Not everyone will be able to see the reason, it doesn’t mean what you did was wrong..’’ you kept the part of murder out, figuring it wasn’t the best time to revisit that topic as you spoke slowly and in a hushed tone as his sobs began to quiet.

‘’if people fail to see your good intentions and continue to be selfish, hypocritical and blind to their own actions, then- blood or not- are they really worth having in your life..’’

‘’I don’t.. want to be alone..’’ he whispered as his arms hold you closer to him, almost making you fall into his lap as you hold him tighter.

‘’you’re never alone Loki, I’m here and I’ll never leave you.’’ you whisper and pull away a little to be able to cup his cheeks and have him look at you, your thumbs wiping away his tears as your expression becomes serious.

Memories of two weeks ago poked at your mind, how you almost lost him once if you hadn’t gotten to him in time. the fear always hits your heart whenever you saw him like this, afraid he may do it again. It just meant he needs you more than ever and with the right guidance. It just takes time.

‘’sometimes what you’re thinking..’’ you didn’t have the heart to say it as tears pricked your eyes but you took a deep breath. ‘’sometimes that seems like it’s the easiest answer.. but it’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem.’’ You whisper, bending down a little to kiss him, his lips kissing you back with almost a desperate, eagerness.. as if he hasn’t seen you in ages.

You shared this moment, stroking his hair and back before pulling away, seeing how his tears had subsided though he still looked drained. Sitting in his lap now, you picked up his fork and brought it to his lips.

‘’how about.. if you could finish just a few bites, we could go to bed and just hold each other?’’

Loki’s eyes slowly looked at the food, showing no interest in it but looked back into your eyes at what he could have if he did. A small smile- a mischievous one just barely tugged at his lips as he sighed. ‘’just hold each other?’’

You couldn’t help but smile, a bit of his old self peaking out of his depressed state. It’s a start. ‘’we’ll see.’’ You tease and brought the fork forward.

And by the gods, he ate. 

[sitp-recs]

Hello! I just wanted to say that I love your blog and the recs, especially the insights and recaps you tend to give.

I was wondering if you had any recommendations for my favorite sort of rare pair Draco/Ron? Possibly a hurt/comfort or something?

Ahh thank you, friend! That’s so nice to hear. Lists are easy to put together but I’ve been trying to ease back into the individual recs which are a bit more challenging (but my favorites!). I’m hoping to have more time to read & rec in December. I adore Dron and I think h/c is a really great fit for them because it keeps it fresh and distinct from Drarry, I’d love to see more. A few favorites, and you can also check my main Dron list here :)

Flare Up by Lokifan (E, 2k)

Draco is still afraid of fire sometimes. Ron helps.

Resting With The Enemy by Lokifan (M, 10k)

(Pre-)eighth-year hurt/comfort. Ron’s used to obsessive people, but this is something else.

A Soft Spot for Lost Causes by Helenish (E, 13k)

"Remember at school? Weasel? You’re so poor and dirty?" Ron said encouragingly "You hated me." "I did," Draco said.

revelations soft and bright by luminae (E, 23k)

The war turned everything on its head, assigned new roles and made adults out of the impetuous youth. There is no right way to deal with that. Draco, though, Draco is doing it wrong. That's okay—Ron is going to help him. They have all suffered enough.

Dreaming Skies by @sweet-s0rr0w, @tackytigerfic (E, 20k)

Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected...

In My Room by @wolfpants (E, 21k)

Draco fell in love with Ron when he was eighteen. It was never supposed to happen, but it did.

Is this It series by MildredMost (E, 52k)

Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy get trapped in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement during an attack drill. HOWEVER WILL THEY PASS THE TIME?

Bonus: Dronarry

Not very gallant by @tenthousandyearsx (E, 3k)

“He likes it when I hurt him,” Harry tells Ron with a smirk. “And then you come in and soothe him.”

The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14k)

Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering.

[ffxvreversebang2024]

Check out "A Different Kind of Blood", a reimagining of Episode Gladio, created by @faeymouse and @lokifan.

Read the story in our event's AO3 collection HERE.

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Loki mask pendant ★Material: High Quality Solid 960 Sterling Silver★

Weight: approx. 17 grams (0.59 oz ) Height: 40 mm (1,57 inches) Two-sided Loki Mask Pendant

[sharris8]

@mochie85​ Two tiny Lokisbabies 🥰 I just cannot with this this!!

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 8

THaTH Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki and Violet reunite. Violet gives birth. A/N: I wanna give a big thanks to @michelleleewise and @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA readers and for helping me along with my unhinged ideas. Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 1.8K Tags/Warnings: Pregnancy. Early labor. Pain. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The pain was blinding. Your vision was fading around the edges as you tried to focus on something, anything that might relieve the pressure taking over your lower body.  It was as if God himself wrapped his hand around your pelvis and back and squeezed. It came in full force, and He was not giving you any mercy.

You were taken to a brightly lit room. There were many people in black orderly uniforms standing alongside the walls, ready and willing to be of service. Two of them tended to you and took you away from Thor’s embrace. Hands were flying everywhere as they stripped you and placed you in a lightweight silk shift.

“Loki? Where’s Loki?” you cried out.

“Thor, fetch your brother,” Frigga whispered.

“But Father would never allow that,” he answered.

“I’ll deal with your father. You get Loki here any way you can. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother.” Thor nodded as he ran out of the room.

“It’s too early. It’s too early,” you kept repeating to Bruce who was holding onto your hand.

“Vee, it’s gonna be ok.” Bruce squeezed your hand, and rubbed your shoulders, comforting you the only way he knew.

“Why…how, Bruce? It’s too early. Please…” you cried. “My baby.”

“I…I don’t know, Vee. But right now, let’s focus on getting that baby out.” He nodded, his nerves betraying him. “I’m sorry I’m not Loki. But I’ll be here for as long as you need me, ok?” You nodded as you breathed through your mouth.

In. Out. In. Out. The occasional screams of agony tear from your lungs as you try to wrap your head around what’s happening.

“Lady Violet, my name is Gilda. I’ll be your midwife today.” The woman said to you gently. You nodded at her while keeping Bruce right by your side. “We have set up the healer’s bath as a birthing pool for you, milady. The soul forge on top would be able to help us assess the baby and help you along. All right?” You nodded and agreed. “Ok let’s get you in.” Gilda went to your opposite side and helped walk you along to the bath.

“Do Asgardians normally give water births?” you asked, your curiosity winning over your wincing pain.

“Some do, milady. However, it is the preferred method of the Jotunns. And since…” Gilda looked up at you, contrite. “I apologize for being so bold, milady.”

“That’s all right. Since the baby is half Jotunn, you thought it would be significant to honor this method. I appreciate the fore…aaaahhhhhgggg…the forethought,” you screamed.

“Your contractions are getting closer together. Let’s get the soul forge over you and we can begin.”

“No! Wait! Loki. I need Loki. Please,” you begged.

“There isn’t much time, milady.”

Thor ran down the corridor. Beings of all shapes and sizes hollered and screamed at the sight of the god of thunder. Some were loud and angry for being put in there by the prince himself.

Thor descended one more flight of stairs until he found the one Loki was in privately. His cell was bright and furnished. A contrast to the dark and desperate appearance of Loki wallowing in the corner of the cell.

“Loki…” Thor huffed.

“You’re a tad too late, brother. The sentencing was done hours ago. It was stupendous!” Loki’s crooked smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Loki!”

“I believe, Father tried to sell tickets…”

“LOKI! Will you shut your insufferable mouth for just one moment?!” Thor yelled and suddenly looked around to see if there were any guards in sight. Thor placed his hands on the lock by the door and the electric borders fell.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked confused. He got up, ready to run, not wanting to waste any time.

“I arrived with Bruce and Violet moments ago.”

“Violet is here?!” Loki asked shocked.

“Yes. She is in labor. Come I’ll fill you in on the way.”

“Where? What room?”

“Healer’s temple. The baths.” Thor said only seconds before Loki grabbed his arm and transported both of them into the hallway of the temple. Thor looked around to orient himself and pointed at the door to his left.

Loki didn’t waste any time as he opened the door and searched the vast room for you. Healers and dignitaries crowded around to bear witness to the birth of the next royal line. He heard you first before he saw you. Your screams of pain were loud and heartrending. “Darling.” He said pushing through the crowd. Running over to you. Reaching for you.

“Loki? Loki!” You held your hand out reaching for him too. And as you both crossed your fingers together and finally held each other, a sense of peace entered your body, making you lose your breath and hitch. He was here and he felt like home. Memories of those long nights sneaking behind the compound where his hands, the same hands that caressed your cheek and held your face, were now finally holding you.

Tears fell down your face as you held on to him tighter. You were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. And you didn’t think you could handle that right now. “My beautiful Violet. I’m here. I’m here,” he whispered, leaning over you and kissing your forehead.  Loki started looking around. “Who the hell are all these people? Did you want them here?”

“I…I don’t know. I just thought…they needed to be here…” you answered.

“Everybody out!” Loki screamed as he pointed to the door.

“All right, you heard him! Anybody who is not necessary, out!” Thor yelled, ushering other bystanders and chambermaids. Frigga hugged both you and Loki tightly before leaving the room. Thor clapped his brother on the shoulder for support and followed his mother out.

“Loki. I watched her as best I could.” Bruce came up to him.

He shook Bruce’s hand, “I am grateful to you, my friend. I can never thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me…and my family.” Loki said holding you tighter. Bruce gave you a small kiss on the cheek as he said goodbye too and left the room. The only people who were left were Gilda and two other nursemaids.

Loki stripped bare down to his tunic. “Are you ready, my heart?” He asked as he picked you up and carried you over to the large tub. You shook your head as more tears fell from your face. You held on to your stomach as he lowered you down into the warm water. You were submerged up to your chest in the shallow tub. The shimmering fabric of your tunic floated around you like a halo making you look ethereal.

Loki stepped in shortly after you, making you pause. He pulled you gently in front of him as he sat behind you and cradled you in between his legs.

“I’m never letting you go again.” He said adamantly in your ear. You relaxed into Loki, his strong hands cradling your hips. His lean frame protecting you, lifting you up and supporting you, reminding you that you didn’t have to do this alone.

“I’m sorry, Loki,” you started to cry. “I’m so sorry.” You repeated the words in between your screams. Over and over. Loki shushed you wiping your tears, a useless endeavor with his wet hands.

Gilda stood at the foot of the tub as the two maidens placed the soul forge above you. She took one look at it and was about to say something, but you had screamed at the top of your lungs. You grabbed Loki’s knees and squeezed. Your fingernails digging into his skin.

“Ok, milady. Push.” Gilda ordered, kneeling down and reaching into the water.

“I’ve got you, Violet,” Loki said into your ear. You nodded, answering his devotion as you screamed out some more. Your head rolled back as he wiped the sweat off your brows. “You’re doing great, my love.”

After what seemed like hours of pushing, and breathing, you felt momentary relief. You felt your life, all the love and knowledge you had acquired since your birth, pushed out of your body. Your breathing came in easier but was still ragged. You sobbed when you saw Gilda pull your babe from the waters and heard the first cries of your newborn child.

Loki held onto your face, kissing you endlessly, sighing soft praises to you. “You did it, my love. You did it. You are radiant, mother goddess.”

You cried, extending your arms out to hold your baby. Gilda handed it to one of the maidens. “Tressa, place this mirakel in one of the smaller soul forges.” Gilda turned to you, seeing your look of anger and disappointment. “Not yet, milady. You still have one more to deliver.”

“One more?!” both you and Loki yelled out instantaneously. As if it were being summoned, you felt another contraction. Gilda pointed to the soul forge atop of you. “I was going to mention it, but there was no time.” You both looked up, and the quantum field generator showed you an image of another small baby, still inside your body.

“Are you ready to push again?” Gilda smiled.

You nodded, as you barred down and held onto Loki’s hands. His nose running alongside your face, whispering nothing but encouraging words to you. “My darling Violet,” he chuckled. “Always giving me more love back than I give you.” He kissed your temple. “Two miracles in one. I will forever be grateful.” With those beautiful words, you felt his love. You pushed one last time and the third love of your life was born.

You were so exhausted. So overwhelmed. Gilda took the baby and handed it to another maiden who wrapped them and placed them lovingly in the soul forge along with their sibling.

“I want to see them,” you cried.

“You will, milady. But let’s clean you up first.” Gilda instructed. In an instant, Loki picked you up and transferred you over to another tub. The clean waters ran over you and Loki as he joined you.

“Gilda, please tend to the babies. I will look after my wife.” He said in a low voice.

“As you wish your highness,” she said smiling. “Shall I inform her majesty, the Queen?”

“Yes, please. But no visitors at this time.”

“Yes, your highness.” Gilda left to tend to the babies, while one of the handmaidens delivered Loki’s announcement.

Loki’s voice was soothing and gentle as he washed your body. He took great care with you and healed what he could. “I’m afraid the rest will have to be looked at by Gilda or perhaps one of the other healers. Do you feel all right, darling?” he asked.

With fatigue creeping its way to you and the events of the last two days overwhelming you, you couldn’t help but give in to the tiredness. You nodded your head and closed your eyes.

“Sleep, then. I’ll watch over you. I’ll watch over our family.”

⬅️Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 Coming Soon➡️

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Ron Weasley's Birthday (2) Masterlist

part one

Another Year Older (ao3) - sm_jl hermione/ron T, 689

Summary: Hermione makes a special visit home for Ron's birthday.

Best Birthday Ever (ao3) - jenorama hermione/ron G, 2k

Summary: It's Ron's 37th birthday and he has the whole day to himself.

Chaos in the Kitchen (ao3) - Motherofdogs18 pansy/ron N/R, 675

Summary: Pansy tries to bake a cake with Molly for Ron's birthday, but the kitchen seems to have other ideas.

Eighteen (ao3) - ladyknightley hermione/ron G, 787

Summary: It's Ron's birthday, and the day can't go uncelebrated even if they are stuck in a tent in the middle of nowhere. Drabble.

Happy Birthday Ron! (ao3) - rescuemefromlevelheadness M, 11k

Summary: It's Ron's 20th birthday and Hermione wants him to have the best birthday ever.

It's not the chocolates, Ron (ff.net) - TwilightSagamaniac K+, 592

Summary: A version of Ron's birthday but when he eats the chocolates he talks to Harry about Hermione.

Monday at the Ministry (ao3) - remedialpotions hermione/ron G, 2k

Summary: Ron’s not expecting much out of his nineteenth birthday.

Nothing Worth Celebrating (ao3) - audisodd T, 2k

Summary: Ron Weasley’s 19th birthday summed up quickly: it’s the birthday following two shitty ones and his first without Fred all while he struggles with crippling survivor’s guilt and PTSD that he refuses to acknowledge.

Seven Minutes (ao3) - remedialpotions hermione/ron G, 1k

Summary: On the night before his birthday, Ron tells Hermione about what almost happened on the night he was born.

Sunflower Kisses (ao3) - Squarepeg72 hermione/ron E, 1k

Summary: Last year, Ron sent her on a treasure hunt for her birthday. This year, it’s her turn to surprise him ...

The Order Of The Phoenix (ao3) - roelliej harry/ron E, 100

Summary: Both Harry and Ron are getting their wishes fullfilled...

Unexpected (ao3) - Lokifan draco/ron E, 5k

Summary: It’s Ron’s birthday, and apparently his birthday gift is a surprise. This will almost definitely be a good thing. Right?

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Aftershocks by Lokifan

2016-03-05 | rated E | 1,447 words | read november 17, 2024.

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Explicit Sexual Content.

My Favorite Quote: Harry loved Draco's sharp mind and fierce competitive instinct. Yet they only made it better when Harry could do this, get to see this: Draco dazed by pleasure, his sharp edges softened, the mind briefly overwhelmed by the body.

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Hi~ diff anon here w/some dron recs 👀 Grimoire of Baqer Hashim by Vee/Vera_DragonMuse (tw rape mention), Office Space by xylodemon, Panic Room by MildredMost, A Conversation Long Overdue by FleetofShippyShips, Five Times Ron and Draco Almost Had Sex (And One Time They Did) by Lokifan, Riches to Rags by Kiertorata, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy by Mad_Maudlin, Fairy Cake Felicity by EntreNous, An Inconvenient Attachment by fangroyal, An Unsuitable Boy by HenryMercury,this is a Ghost Story by enoby_w

omg YUM YUM YUM thank you so much for these anon!!!!

links in case anyone else wants to gobble these up with me:

Grimoire of Baqer Hashim (E, 51k)

Office Space (E, 22k)

Panic Room (E, 4k)

A Conversation Long Overdue (M, 6k)

Five Times … (E, 8k)

Rags to Riches (E, 28k)

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (M, 42k)

Fairy Cake Felicity (E, 7k)

An Inconvenient Attachment (E, 37k)

An Unsuitable Boy (T, 3k)

This is a Ghost Story (T, 62k)

my god what a feast!! anon i ADORE you. thank u again!!!