#lokifans

[luxwood-art]

New WIP ! First drawing of the year. I have been resisting drawing a Loki for a long time (don’t ask why 😅), but I really loved the series, so… no more objection to draw him ! And I know , who needs that many shades of blues and purple … but , oh wait ! Here’s one with a bit more green in it, and that one, slightly lighter !… 🤩💙💜 . . . . #tomhiddleston #tomhiddlestonfan #tomhiddlestonfanart #loki #lokifanart #lokifan #tomhiddlestonisperfection #thenightmanager #onlyloversleftalive #hiddlestoner #hiddlestoners #hairdrawing #coloredhair #hairart #rainbowhair #strathmore #fabercastell #fabercastellpolychromos #carandache #carandacheluminance #luminancepencils #strathmoreart #strathmorepaper (at Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn2FzBkIRaB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[author-jenaya-malloren]

How to write when you feel sick~

So, I am in the final stages of recovering from being sick. And it made me think of this question- How do you write when you feel sick?

My answer: Don't. Rest and get as much sleep as you can. Drink water. Take some vitamins, Tylenol/acetaminophen/ibuprofen for any fever and aches, and just rest and don't push yourself.

Make sure you are taking care of yourself. You can always make up the word counts later, but if you don't take care of your health, there is a possibility you won't be able to make up those word count.

Everyone please take care of yourselves. You don't need to push yourselves to do anything- lest you worsen your symptoms, get burn out, etc.

[ktc-artwork]

I… have been bad and got distracted with other pieces I have wanted to work on instead of working on Loki… oops I’m also trying a technique that I know some painters do and that’s making the background color a sierra brown color. It helps me find spots and places I missed and it helps me see the color better versus a white background. #loki #lokiavengers #avengersloki #wip #wipart #wipartwork #marvelloki #lokifanart #fanart #wiploki #lokifan #wiplokiart #lokiart #lokiartwork #marvel #narvelfanart #basecolors (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnAUn1lP9XW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sharris8]

*goes to plop down in front of a high speed fan* @lokisgoodgirl​ i’mma just sit here and try to cool off...

Come After Dark [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You swallow your nerves and take Loki up on his seductive invitation. (w/c 3.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Mild somnophillia. Language. Mild angst to fluff. Sub(ish) Loki.

The hair on your arms felt like needles, every ghostlike pricking shiver vibrating invisible strands. Was it cold tonight? You couldn’t tell. Heat thumping low in your belly blossomed as you made your way through the midnight gloom of the tower. Shadows danced the walls, stretching and fading in haunting rhythm. Come after dark, he’d said.

You shivered again, recalling the way his breath had caressed your jaw, a palm spread on his chest against porcelain shirt buttons. His questioning stare had moved from your hand to your eyes, his brows a line of reluctant, smouldering resignation. He had left you in that hallway, music beating a solid bass through the wall against your spine. The words that had circled in your mind ever since fluttered back around the endless loop.

I will cease my wooing of you, since that is what you wish, he had murmured, as he unfurled your fingers from his chest. Loki then raised your knuckles to his lips. Parted, only slightly. But if you decide you want this, whenever you want this, he’d whispered against the skin. Come after dark.

That had been days ago. A week? Time had slowed and sped up in frightening synchronicity since that brief conversation. You and he had been dancing around your flirtations for months, but in each moment when he swooped gently to kiss you, to let his hands wander to your own, to break the seal of workplace propriety – you bailed.

His absence made everything come in bright clarity. In deepest reds and brightest blues you saw for the first time how much more he was than a distraction, than something to be feared in awe from a distance. Like a predator behind glass. Fear. What was it you were afraid of? Of how much you want him. Of how how has the power to elevate or decimate in the palm of his-

You shook the thought away, seeing the potted plant that signalled the end of the corridor come into view. One more turn.

Silent breaths rose and fell as his door suddenly loomed. It stretched up into nothingness, its out of place mahogany intricacies making you smile in the eerie darkness. Lifting a fist to knock, you paused. A feeling rose that was difficult to place. The ornate brass knob was cool to the touch, but even from one small twist it was easy to tell it was - Come after dark, -unlocked.

You held your breath, twisting on the exhale. There was a soft click as the mechanism relented, a cool brush of air wafting against heated cheeks. The goosebumps on your forearms bristled.

A feeling of dread suddenly descended, sinking through the excited trepidation. What if he didn’t mean it? What if, I’m just breaking into his room-

You recalled the gleam of his darkened eyes, the blue of his irises barely visible at the rims of wide pupils. The hum of his voice as he enunciated each word with painfully laden precision, as thick as double cream; Come after dark,

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. As your eyes adjusted to a deeper darkness, the room’s layout came into view. A short corridor which was the mark of all your accommodations led into a living area. You could see the elegant curves of an ostentatious sofa, the rise of a fireplace and the shadowy reflection of a mirror glinting above. Floor length curtains swept around the corner windows. Of course Loki has the corner apartment, you mulled, noticing dinner-plate sized vegetation poked around the corner from some kind of plant. Your fingers reaching to absent-mindedly rub the waxy leaves as you padded over luxurious carpet. White carpet. Your bare feet sank into the pile, each cushioned step landing on the heel making your breaths quicken as you worked closer to the bedroom. The door was open, just a crack. After this, there was no turning back. You would never be the same. You could tell. Good, you thought; feeling your heart thunder. Like an astral projection, you felt your fingers slide around the edge of the door, peeking inside. A wave of adrenaline soared up your body like a tide; animalistic energy bursting new heat from every pore. There he was.

Spread like a sculpture; a living Bernini glowing in soft cracks of moonlight glistening on his skin. One long thigh rested open atop twisted sheets, an arm outstretched on the empty side of the bed reaching for an invisible lover. The curves of his muscles rose and fell along each line of his body, white sheets painted teasingly across the sharp dents of his hips. His obliques clenched with each soft breath, perfect face turned towards the shards of moonbeam bathing him in ethereal light. Dark curls lay spread against the pillow, like splatters of oil on canvas, winding across the cotton and the broad flat of his pale shoulders. Your mouth felt dry, and your eyes. You realised you hadn’t blinked in about thirty seconds. He looked so peaceful, it would be a shame to- Oh-

Your eyes fell on his crotch as he sifted within dreams, something long and thick nudging horizontal upwards against the sheets.

Your breath hitched as a well of saliva rose in your mouth, moistening your lips. You would be lying if you hadn’t imagined him thrusting his fist against that huge cock in these very rooms while he moaned your name, fuelling your forbidden fantasies. On the edge of this very bed, by all accounts. He was always a gentleman in your presence, something you had wished many times he would abandon to urge you to take the leap.

But after all, here you were. Here I am. His brow furrowed, a light moan snaking from his slumbering throat. Beneath your pyjama shorts, the slick of arousal that had been growing since you had left your own apartment warmed. Slipping.

You squeezed around the door, tentatively making your way to the empty side of the bed. Now what, you thought, letting your eyes roam over his sprawled form as you resisted the urge to jump on him...do I wake him, should I- “-Loki?” you whispered, voice shaking. Your fingertips traced the thick cotton rumpled at the bed’s edge. His breaths continued to slowly rise and fall, the erotically devastating fan of dark lashes against his skin, undisturbed. “Loki?” you repeated, resting on the side of the mattress, “Mmm...” he mumbled groggily, frowning in his slumber. He sighed, outstretched fingers twitching. You smiled, watching the strong veins in his forearms tense before relaxing into smooth surrender.

Following the delicate lines of the summer duvet draped lazily across his torso, you let your eyes track down the folds. It ran diagonal, exposing the taut carving of violent muscle rippling down his chest, his stomach. The duvet rested teasingly over his hips, an exposed leg hanging open sluttishly as the other stretched down to the end of the ornate bed-frame. “Lo-kii…” you cooed seductively, shuffling closer.

You waited. He didn’t stir. You frowned.

Beneath the duvet, the god’s swollen cock twitched against the cotton.

Your eyes ran up the lines of muscle contoured in the moonlight, up the shadow of his cheekbones to his peaceful brow. A thin line formed between his eyebrows, softening. Without realising it, your outstretched fingers ghosted down the centre of his abdomen, cool skin making heated tips tingle. You edged closer on your knees, making the firm mattress bounce slightly. But still, he did not stir. Nerves burst in stars deep in your belly, the gravity of your audacity making you dizzy as you fought to hold your nerve.

Cautiously, you lowered to his flat stomach, placing a kiss just above his naval. A shaking gasp escaped your nostrils, the electric eroticism of his energy humming from every inch of his skin as you moved lower. Fine hair coating down from his naval grazed your chin, its feathery softness a stark reminder of the warm heart beating beneath his stoic exterior. You paused on the dip of his adonis belt, frozen hunched in place as he stirred. The pillows rustled, followed by a soft thump as his cheek fell to the other side.

“Don’t s-stop…” he softly slurred, hips nudging upwards beneath the sheet. Outstretched fingers gripped the sheet to your side in a loose fist, the fingernails catching on cotton before relaxing.

Oh, god.

Your trembling digits wrapped around the blanket’s tip, pulling down. And all the time, your eyes never left his moon-drunk face. Tentatively you ran your fingernails lightly over the taut skin of his ribs. Shivers rose in the muscle beneath your careful touch as the sheet was brushed aside below. You let the heel of your palm search in half-darkness for the root of his subconscious desire.

It didn’t need to search far. Loki moaned softly, his lips parting with a puff of air. A rogue strand of hair buffeted from his face as you clenched around nothing, the wetness between your legs wild and unstoppable, his gentle whoreish sounds making your inner-beast writhe. The god’s breaths were a roar in the suffocating silence. “Please,” he breathed in dreams. It floated, lingering like perfume. Or maybe it was your imagination. Reluctantly, your palm left the velvet skin of his cock and planted on the farthest side of his body. You loomed over him. He’s like my prey, thought reverently; holding back a giggle. Like a virgin and a vampire, about to be sucked dr-

The smile faded, replaced by something stronger than the fear of him waking and recoiling in disgust. That this had all been a misunderstanding. That his sultry flirtations and invitations and unlocked door were just coincidences. Nothing more. Tilting your head, you bit your bottom lip and watched as his light frown returned. He squirmed in slumber, ropes of shoulder muscle shifting against the pillows. You allowed yourself to finish the thought, -Sucked dry.

Taking a deep breath, you dipped down and covered the head of his majestic cock carefully with your mouth. It was warm, the round tip resting on your tongue, the jolt of his thigh splayed to the side not going unnoticed as you let your slick lips slide against him. He’s been hard for a while, you pondered, savouring the settling of his sex inside your mouth. Where he belongs. A thick vein pulsed against your tongue. Your mind crackled with energy, every nerve screaming to shake him awake and fuck him into the headboard between messy kisses and half-formed words. “Mmmm...ye-shs, p-please -m-more…” Loki exhaled groggily. You wondered if he was dreaming of you. Muffled, his lashes fluttered with pleasure beneath shuttered lids. The thump of your heart was deafening as you focused on the taste of him filling your mouth. The sweetness of his velvet skin stretched over unforgiving muscle, fresh and deep like autumn pine. Plump veins slid further down the flat of your tongue as you grew braver, each ridge that bumped against the muscle lovingly caressed. The creases of your mouth cracked slowly as you slid him further inside. And it suddenly dawned on you, how large he truly was. The scent of his shaft filled your nostrils as you lapped softly at the tip, enjoying each stolen moment of second-hand pleasure. Your pussy throbbed, blood pumping and heating the mess between your legs. Loki whined softly, hips beginning to roll in dream-soaked waves. You wrapped your fingers one by one around the thickness of him, brow furrowing as you felt the weight of his cock twitch in your grip. Slowly, you drew your tongue over the sensitive frenulum, feeling his hips shudder as you licked to the leaking tip.

“You came…” a gravelled voice shifted in the darkness, making you jump. Your head snapped towards him, fearful eyes wide. A mischievous smile tugged at his beautiful lips, shadows cast by the moonlight carving deep grooves beneath his cheekbones. “Quite the one for drama after all, aren’t we, little fox?” The words were mumbled coyly, raising an eyebrow as you sat upright. Loki’s voice was husky with something, but it wasn’t sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, using his free hand to dramatically whip the remaining duvet from his body and letting it sprawl to the floor.

“I thought you might enjoy the illusion of voyeurism,” he smiled, rubbing a flat palm on the mattress beside him. “As usual, it seems, I was correct.” “You were awake?” you scoffed, admitting to yourself that the desired effect was likely lost by the wandering of your hungry eyes over his unbearably naked form. With sudden clarity, you realised his hard manhood was still wrapped in the punishing grip of your fingers. “Mmmm,” he hummed, smile wider now with the mocking echo of his slumbering moans. His stare dropped in stages down your body, across every line of your form kneeling on his bed in the moonslick gloom. If he was searching for resistance, he would find none. “I’m sorry if I-”

Before the final words could form on your tongue, Loki was kneeling in front of you. His hips pressed flush to your stomach, those long fingers that had brushed your own so many times beneath the conference table digging into the small of your back. They sank lower, cupping your ass with a ragged groan from his throat. “Enough,” he growled. But it wasn’t a threat. It was a plea. Loki buried his face in your neck, kissing ravenously up the curve towards the angle of your jaw as your nails dragged down his chiselled abdomen. The god’s breath was hot, decadent.

Both of you raised on your knees, a tangled primal mess of hair and fingers and teeth and tongue as the past burned. Whispers of desire fluttered in the sliver of air between you as Loki’s hands spread against your ass-cheeks, down the backs your thighs. He rested back on the bed, letting you fall over him in a flood of pure need, straddling him immediately. “I’m going to fuck you into this headboard, Laufeyson” you heard yourself mutter as you stooped to place wet kisses on his collarbone. Loki chuckled. “Oh I do hope so,” he rumbled under his breath. “I’ve thought about it enough.”

His eyes tracked over your loose pyjama top like a hunter, running his hands up the curve of your waist until your vision blurred. With a soft pop, you were free. Loki groaned. The flat of his cock lay nestled between your legs, pressed tight against your wet cunt. Pleasure fired with every frustrated rock of his hips, seeking salvation. His palms cupped your breasts, burying his face forwards as your wound your fingers in his hair. “Fuck me,” he gasped desperately against your chest. The skin was moist with moans and sucks and kisses as he pushed your breasts together, his proud features absorbing all you had to give. “Fuck me, please.”

You held your breath as you rose up, hand feeling between his legs and lining him up. The tip of his manhood brushed against your aching heat, a premature moan of anticipation filling the air from you both. “There’s no going back after this,” you said; voice trembling over shaky breaths. The god’s eyes rose from the sight of his cock hovering at your entrance, the same determined look of intent curtaining his features as had in the hallway. “You shall not want to go back, darling,” he murmured, a familiar smirk curling his lip in the gloom. A dimple flashed. “Believe me.”

The words made you clench just as you sank onto his cock, his sheer size making you choke on air as a strangled gasp erupted. Loki’s hands guided your hips, rocking you gently down his length. His eye twitched, brows slanted as his chin tilted to the ceiling. But still, he kept his gaze on you. “Loki-” you whined, feeling each ridge and vein of his shaft press and drag against your little cunt. Nothing was supposed to feel this good.

Loki let out a ragged exhale he’d been holding, whole body shuddering as he filled you to the hilt. Careful fingers rested on your hips, pulling you gently back and forth. You could feel your walls begin to stretch, the sopping stickiness of arousal coating his cock with each gyration. “Good?” he grunted, concern lacing his voice. You nodded mutely, strands of hair sticking to your parted lips as you moaned obscenities above him. How fucked-out you must look, and you’d barely started. One of your hands gripped his headboard, the other steadying on his chest as Loki let you take him. All of him.

With every roll of your hips, your clit pressed against his pelvis; sparks of pleasure setting your belly alight with new desires. Every soft sigh of your name, good girl, that’s it, pushed you higher; confidence building. You started to bounce, thighs tensing with every slam to the root of his shaft. The desire to close your eyes and let yourself drown in ecstasy was overwhelming, but the urge to watch the god you had craved writhe beneath you was stronger.

“G-gods, my sweet little f-fuck...f-ox…” Loki growled, giving into himself and making you fly into the air with a targeted thrust. He caught your waist, sinking you down with merciless precision, “you’re even more d-deadly than I expected.” The headboard slapped against the wall, each ca-lunk of wood on plaster making you tighten. Fingernails sank into the leather covering as the beat grew louder with every synchronised groan from your throats, of every squelching slap of your bodies moving as one. You didn’t stop to wonder who was on the other side. You didn’t care. Loki grit his teeth, the veins in his neck straining as his hair mussed against the pillow. He slipped a hand behind your head as you leant towards him, sucking the pleasure point of his neck with moans so dirty you surprised yourself. “My patient god,” you grunted wetly against his skin, tightening your cunt around his throbbing sex, “I want your cum covering every inch of me when tonight is over.” The noises he was making were filth. Every curse and uhhhhh and sluttish moan driving you feral as you shook the walls with all your might. Loki was nearing his limit. Men and gods, you surmised, were not so different in some respects.

His eyes rolled back, a hiss filling the hair as his jaw set in smouldering intent. You smiled, placing both hands firmly over the leather seal of his headboard. The flutter of his thumb against your swollen clit was all it took to push you over the edge, tumbling with a strangled cry of his name into an abyss of pleasure. Moonlight shattered around his tense body, cutting in shards where each bladed muscle of his godly formed tightened and bulged beneath the grip of your thighs.

Syllables of your name exploded one after another as he let himself come undone, arching up to catch your open mouth in a filthy kiss. The pressure of his cum swelled inside your slit, leaking against his shuddering thrusts as his whole body trembled. Your cries intertwined the air like wafts of smoke, rising and ebbing before with a final broken sigh, you collapsed on top of him. Your fingertips followed at a snails pace, scratching down the skin of the leather headboard. Seconds passed, before Loki’s nose nestled beside your ear. “Worth the wait,” he murmured against your hair. “Mmm-hmmm,” you confirmed groggily, deep in the pillow. Words were too much. “It wasn’t a question,” he said quietly, before pressing a kiss to your temple. You managed to raise your head, seeing the crescent fan of his lashes rise to reveal eyes sparkling with something new. “You,” he whispered, knuckles trailing lovingly down the curve of your damp neck, “however long it took. You were always worth the wait.”

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[mjolnir-viking-jewelry]

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

[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.

[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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[luxwood-art]

Happy birthday to the super gorgeous and super talented Tom Hiddleston ! (And he has one of my favorite voices ever!) I finished my drawing right on time to celebrate 🥰... I’m saying that like it’s a coincidence 😁, but it’s very much on purpose of course ! If you swipe you’ll see my references for the portrait and the colors. I expanded a little on the colors so I can reach the rainbow colors as I love to add. Let me know if you like seeing the references I used to come to this result!! If you like it, I’ll show you the next times too ☺️💙💜 . . . . @twhiddleston @officialloki #tomhiddleston #tomhiddlestonfan #tomhiddlestonfanart #loki #lokifanart #lokifan #tomhiddlestonisperfection #onlyloversleftalive #hiddlestoner #hiddlestoners #hairdrawing #coloredhair #hairart #rainbowhair #strathmore #fabercastell #fabercastellpolychromos #carandache #carandacheluminance #luminancepencils #strathmoreart #strathmorepaper #flareeffect #lightdrawing #artofhelpingartists (at Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CodCZmvocM_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ktc-artwork]

Awww yea Loki is done! Avengers Loki was alway my favorite but I do love the Loki in the series. @twhiddleston Swipe right for the full process As much as I love doing fan art that’s all I feel like I do so my goal this year is going to shift to do more original pieces. I’ll do fan art for practice or just for fun but I think it’s time to find myself in my own characters and illustrations. #loki #lokiavengers #avengersloki #wip #wipart #wipartwork #marvelloki #lokifanart #fanart #wiploki #lokifan #wiplokiart #lokiart #lokiartwork #sketch #lineart #finalpiece #marvel #marvelfanart #lokiisthebest (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnFeNm2vZ7_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[luxwood-art]

✨WIP✨ some new steps on my Loki Tom. The shirt and tie are almost finished. I just need to add posca and complete the corners. I love working on fabric, it’s so fun to create all the shapes, shading and highlights ! You can also see a bit of a rainbow on his face now, which I’m quite happy with. I really have to think of a background now ! . . . . #tomhiddleston #tomhiddlestonfan #tomhiddlestonfanart #loki #lokifanart #lokifan #tomhiddlestonisperfection #thenightmanager #onlyloversleftalive #hiddlestoner #hiddlestoners #hairdrawing #coloredhair #hairart #rainbowhair #strathmore #fabercastell #fabercastellpolychromos #carandache #carandacheluminance #luminancepencils #strathmoreart #strathmorepaper (at Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoF3CiloQJE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[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. 

[ktc-artwork]

Here’s my last (new) drawing of 2022. I love Loki he’s my favorite Marvel villain or antihero? Either way I love him and Tom Hiddleston I don’t have a huge crush on him not at all… but here is the Chibi form of President Loki! Always vote Loki. I’m ready for season 2!!! @twhiddleston @marvel @marvelstudios #chibi #loki #chibiloki #chibipresidentloki #presidentloki #chibiart #chibiartist #marvel #marvelloki #lokifanart #lokifan #fanart #chibiillustration #illustrationart #procreate #variantloki #lokivariant #bye2022 #lastdrawingoftheyear (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmzcrogvtC0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[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!! 🥵

[khaotungthanawat]

so i recently hit 13.5k followers!? omg?? my goodness. thank you to every one of you for putting up with the highs, the lows, and all the hyperfixations. it really means a lot to me. 💕 

to thank you for following my silliness, i’m going to do a requesting event! :) here are the prompts:

🌌 + make me choose (between characters/movies/shows/pairings/music, etc.)

🌺 + colorful edit (send me a character/movie/show/pairing/music, etc. and color(s))

✍ + quote/poem/lyrics (send me a character/movie/show/pairing, etc. and a quote/poem/lyric)

💖 + my favorite (ask me my favorite character/movie/show/pairing/music, etc.)

it may take me some time to finish, but i will be sure to tag you in the set when it goes up!

thanks again for following my blog and supporting my content! 

tagging some mutuals who i love and admire and who make my dash a joy to behold:

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[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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