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[mischieffae]

Yes please Thor 1 Loki smut….maybe with plus size reader 👀👀👀

Your wish is my command 😈

Devotion

Summary: After returning from a vigorous battle, Loki finds solitude in your welcoming company. Tending to his minor wounds, your hands are not the only thing that gives him pleasure that night.

Pairing: Thor 1 Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: plus size reader, body worship, breast fucking, no use of y/n, praising, mentions of wounds, pre-established relationship, usage of old norse sayings

Music that inspired the writing

Smells of various floral arrangements filled the air with an intoxicating aroma, the room's golden hue glittering against their petals. You have prepared the room for your lover's return from battle, the brutal onslaught lasting for many suns and moons. It had begun to weigh heavily on your mind, each night causing you to lose more and more sleep from anxiety. But you had to remind yourself that your significant other was not a mere mortal, but a GOD of pure strength and cunning wit. It would take a lot more than a mere blade to bring him down to lay upon the earth.

He was unstoppable.

Heavy gilded doors began to slowly open as you turned towards its sound, your heart racing in your caged chest wildly in anticipation. There, your beloved stood with sweat upon his forehead, his usual clean leather attire covered in dust and crimson shades of his enemies essence. A small cut formed on his upper left brow, his raven short locks tousled around his chiseled features as he released heavy breaths. It made your breath halt in your lungs, his lithe form moving towards you in a graceful motion.

" Elskuga ... " ( old norse for lover )

You could not hold back your wide smile, hands outstretching in his direction before finding home in his damp hair. His soft lips trailed along your heated cheek, nostrils flaring while giving a pleasing sigh in relief.

" Have you missed me? ", he murmured sensually, your fingers moving to cup both sides of his pale face while gazing in those eyes that haunted you for days.

" More than you know... "

Your brows furrowed with concern from the cut upon his forehead, a tender finger lifting to graze along it curiously. You could've sworn you heard a small hiss in response, his eyes never leaving you as you gazed him over.

" Come, let me tend to your wounds my love. "

Loki held back his protest with self control, settling upon a fur covered chair with a gentle huff. Your smile never faltered as you began to brush a damp cloth against his wound, blood staining the white cotton with each motion. It reminded you of the many times you would clean his cuts from your adventures as children, always after a long day of rough housing with Sif and the Warriors Three. You were often the healer of the group, Thor insisting that it was your path in life. Perhaps it was, though you would rather join them on their outlandish escapades.

However now you have found purpose in the arts of mending.

" Are all these flowers for me? "

A small giggle escapes your lips, his head lifting to gaze into your eyes with mischief.

" Only if you came back victorious, which you have definitely proven to be true. "

The Prince released a small hum in approval, a hand lifting to gently graze along your thigh against the silk of your dress.

" And would you have done the same if I came back defeated? "

You pause your movement, eyes glittering with playfulness before finishing cleaning his cut.

" We all know that would have not happened, my love. "

You both chuckle in earnest, his smile causing your heart to clench in your chest with pure adoration.

Loki gazes upon you as if you were a beacon a light, entranced by your beauty and utter kindness. The two of you haven’t engaged in this romantic relationship until the year prior, your hearts intertwining the moment you confessed your love to him. Since then you have been inseparable, and of course this spurred on gossiping within the palace's halls of the scandal between a prince and a commoner. But neither of you seemed to find a care in the world, often blocking out those whispers with shared kisses and giggles in front of their stares.

Love often found it's way.

" Ek ann þér .. " ( I love you )

Those words slithered from his lips with a lustful tone, the verbiage causing a heat to stir deep within your belly. It was a siren calling, your body moving to settle upon his lap with a soft sigh in acceptance. You needed this more than anything, your body craving for his touch since the moment he left Asgard's walls nights before.

And perhaps, he needed this more than you.

" Take me, my love... "

It was all he needed to hear, a pained gasp emitting before crashing his lips against your own. He was starving for you, tender hands lifting to trail along your curvy frame with purpose. Every touch caused a hitch to form past your lips, the noise swallowed as he drove deeper with his tongue. Loki settles his hands to cup your tender breasts with vigor, hips pulsing upwards as you both moan heatedly in response.

" - ... Loki ... "

You pull away for air with short pants, his mouth slack whilst moving to ghost along your sensitive throat wantonly. You could smell the dirt and grim upon his leather attire, nostrils flaring with the intoxicating aroma. It was causing your mind to melt within your skull, unaware of the sudden change in movement before you were snapped back into reality from the gentle lay upon the bed. He wanted to absolutely devour you, pupils blown from his arousal as he panted above your frame.

" I need you ... Need you ... ", he begged under his breath, shaking hands moving frantically to pull upon your silk intricate dress.

He needed this off you now, as if you would suddenly disappear if he wasn't fast enough. You arched your back to give him better access, the fabric unveiling your gorgeous form for his eyes to swallow greedily. To him, you were a GODDESS, each dip of your body and each little plump area a pure masterpiece. His hands couldn't help but softly kneed everywhere, to the softness of your hips to the roundness of your belly.

Loki released a gentle groan in anticipation, your breaths sounding lightly as you gazed with pure adoration. Your long locks tousled around your features like a halo, a perfect fitting for an angel such as yourself as he thought to himself. The both of you could stay this way for eternity, never once hearing the outside world. Only the two of you, basked in each other's love.

If only it were that simple.

Your needy whines snaps the prince back to reality, his jaw slack as he tenderly massages your chest with a pleased moan from the fullness. It feels divine, each motion causing your heart to flutter in response. But you wanted to feel MORE of him, and with this thought your hands trail downward towards his trousers in hunger.

His eyes snap in your trailing, chest heaving with excitement before lifting to your blown pupils with uncertainty.

" A-Are you sure? You don't... "

A small hush escapes you, fingers finding their purpose to dip within leather. You grasp his heated manhood with a gentle embrace, his lips parting to emit a wanton moan.

" I want this more than anything, my love.."

It was all he needed to hear, that confirmation. Those words were his utter demise, as if a mask cracked and began to unleash his true potential. A guttural groan escapes him as he quickly moves to unveil his cock, your hands still grasping it's hardness as it twitches with excitement. You guide it to lay between your heavy breasts, his back arching forward while pushing the twin flesh together.

" ... Open your mouth .. "

Gods you could die right here and now, your brows knitting together in concentration as you open your plump lips willingly for his pleasure. Tonight, this was for him, all this pent up energy from his previous battle to all be released. The Prince couldn't be more lucky to have you in his stead.

" That's a good girl... just like that... "

With a twist of his hips, Loki begins to thrust between the mounds of flesh with slow sensual movements. The tip of his cock brushed along your bottom lip gently, your tongue occasionally popping out to catch a taste of pre-cum that dabbled on the head. He was so beautiful above you, once slick raven hair now tousled around his flushed features. His mouth slightly open with tight brows in concentration. He can't get enough of you, each roll of his hips causing a gentle moan with a clench of his jaw.

" So beautiful - ... f-fuck... "

It was not often you heard the Prince of Asgard say such vulgar words, but when you did you could not help but smirk in victory. You, of all people were bringing royalty to fall upon his own knees.

That was all you needed to feel that success.

Your hands moved to wrap your fingers around his wrist encouragingly, his hips moving more into a frantic pace.

" That's it my love... I got you ... ", you whisper softly, your eyes never once leaving his as your mouth begins to suckle upon the tip of his reddening cock. He's an utter mess, small whimpers escaping him as the base of his member is nestled between your tits. His hands are almost painfully grasping you, not that you mind of course but actually edge him on. Your cheeks hollow to suction more firmly, each roll of his hips driving the tip deeper into your willing mouth.

" I-I'm gonna ... ", he cannot breathe as he snaps his hips with a final thrust, body convulsing with a loud wanton whimper as he spills his seed on your plush tongue. You've missed this taste, a moan of your own emitting while you continue to suckle every last drop. His fingers are digging into your breasts, head rolling forward with heavy breaths. He is utterly spent before you, a smile forming on your used lips before releasing with a lewd pop.

" Norns -... "

It was then that he pulls away from you, finally falling to lay on top of your soft frame with heavy gasps in relief. Your hands lift to brush lovingly in his short locks, the side of his cheek resting on your chest to hear the quickness of your heartbeat.

The Prince has found solace in your company, and that thought alone was enough to send you into pure contentment.

[mischieffae]

Ok but imagine Loki seeing you in distress, & the first thing he does is goes in to full protective mode.

For one, the poor soul who decided to hurt you will never see it coming. Loki is not a fighter who acts on emotion alone, but also on whit & brain. He uses manipulation tactics, causing the attacker to drop down his guard before the God plunges like a viper towards his prey.

The fight ended before it even began.

Shadow-play is something Loki does not use often, but in dire circumstances. Seeing you sprawled upon the ground with pools of blood surrounding you awakens something deep within him. A monster, that should never be UNLEASHED.

The shadows of his form appear to be of an ancient version of himself, holding onto the victim by his arms against the coolness of the concrete wall. It frightens you to see such power that was hidden beneath a nonchalant facade.

Now, the old Norse Gods see his potential.

' Oh come now, FRIGHTENED so soon ? '

He's toying with him, the attacker's face a pale ghostly expression as he tugs with fever. There's no way out of this, no way for him to hide and scramble to safety. You almost feel sorry for him, however the cut above your lip reminds you of what he deserves.

' And here I thought the little mouse would at least attempt to fight back. Pity. '

Loki edges forward with both intricate knives tossing in his hands skillfully, his gaze narrowing with each slow step he takes. One of his blades runs teasingly along the other's bobbing neck from the adrenaline, not in a satisfying manner but that of pure wicked intent.

' .... - You should have not HURT them ... '

Was there sadness in his voice? Each syllable that escaped his lips drew a drop of blood down the man's skin, tears running down his face as he profusely apologizes for his attack.

But it's too late for that now.

You gaze towards them with pure awe, for such power does not go unchecked so easily. A gasp emits from your chapped lips as you notice a swirl of emerald green surrounding them both, shielding you to witness Loki's true advances. He doesn't want you to see him like this, like a MONSTER.

& all you can hear, are the guttural sounds of true fear.

[mischieffae]

Immortal Ties | Loki x f!reader |

Summary:  Every year, the Gods descend to Midgard to choose mortal candidates for their brutal games.  If the last survivor wins, they will be blessed to have a seat within Valhalla and granted one glorious request.  Loki, God of lies and Tricks, settles upon his candidate Reader, a lone wolf desperate to claw her way from her harsh reality.  First chosen by mere curiosity Loki soon begins to realize they are more alike than he thinks.  Will the trickster fall head first for a mortal destined to win back her freedom?  And will you reciprocate said feelings for a God of Lies? 

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, blood, war games, eventual smut, cat and mouse, enemies to lovers

Chapter List - 1/? (this will be ongoing!)

Chapter 1: Hunger Strikes

A harsh punch struck your cheek, stars beginning to dance in your vision as you were lifted off the ground.  You’ve gotten yourself into trouble more times than you could count, but today was one of those days you would gladly take back.  Who knew that stealing an apple would cause this much havoc?  Ok, maybe it wasn’t just an apple, and perhaps one from the Goddess Idun herself, but at the time you were too hungry to care for the consequences.

Hunger always seemed to trump over sense.

You could feel a pool of blood begin to stir in your mouth, the copper tang causing your brows to knit before spitting upon the ground.  A small smirk formed on your face as the captor gripped tighter on your collar, shaking you with each biting word as if scolding a child.

“Is stealing apples your way of living, rat?”

You lift your chin defiantly, a single finger raised before giving a throaty chuckle.

“One apple, actually.  And don’t forget it’s golden hue.”

The farmer cursed under his breath before flinging your body to the ground, his hands patting together as if your very touch were filth upon his fingers.  A crowd had begin to form around you both, all eager to see how this show would play out.  But unfortunately for them, it would end all too soon.  Before the farmer could even turn his back, you were no where to be found, a puzzled look settling on his features. 

        · · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

“Here, don’t eat too much at once.”  

You threw the golden apple in your band of misfits’ direction, little hands lifting to catch the sacred fruit in excitement.  A mop of tousled brown hair peeked from behind a piece of hanging tapestry used as a doorway, his toothy grin widening happily.

“An apple from Idun?  How did you manage to get one of those?”

A group of curious eyes glanced in your direction, one of the children holding the apple as if it would burn their hands.  They were a rough patch, all ranging from the ages of six to sixteen.  The home life hadn’t been very kind to them, so naturally you gravitated to being their provider and mentor.  You had been living on the streets since the age of seven, so you’ve had your experience.  You had never belonged anywhere, always fighting for your way to the top of the chain while struggling to keep food in your belly.  If you could provide them with the things you did not have, your life would be fulfilled.

“Now now, you don’t ever question the whereabouts of a gift,” said Finn, the oldest child of the group.  He patted the curious one’s shoulder in reassurance, giving a small playful wink. 

“You really ought to be careful there.  If they catch you, we might become lost sheep without it’s herder.” 

You let out a teasing huff, settling yourself upon a decaying wooden crate while using a dagger to clean your nails.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time kid.  Catching me is hardly my concern.”

“But it is ours!  We-….”  Finn swallowed thickly, the other children noticing his tension.  “We would be astray without you.  Don’t make it harder for us than it is.”

The playful tone he once had soon dissipated with an unsettled aura,  the sound of munching apple filling the air as he whispered closely to your ear.  “You’ve done so much for us in such a short period of time.  Please, do not gamble fate.”

“Sometimes you need to gamble in life Finn.  You might win a mighty prize if you do.” His eyes filled with realization from your words, his throat bobbing with a thick feeling in his stomach.  “You mean to-..”

You could feel your heart clenching in your chest from his look of fear, but it was the only choice you had for their possible freedom.  The thought had crossed your mind countless of times before.  But now, it could possibly be reality. 

“If I can win the tournament, I can grant one request.  I can grant you all freedom, a life without hunger and fear.  A life where you will all be safe, happy, with a roof above your heads and a fire to keep you warm.”  You paused, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.  “You will all have the life you’ve always wanted, and I can sit in the halls of Valhalla knowing that you are all in good hands.”

“But you will be gone….forever.”

There was a long silence around you, those words a heavy weight you could not bear to hold.  Finn could sense your discomfort from the truth, knowing fully well that once your mind was made up it was almost impossible to persuade.  What if you did succeed?  What if they were able to have the life they always wanted?  But what if you didn’t?  What if you lose your life, and they lose not only their protection but their friend as well?

But, life is a gamble.  One that they all must take.  And if anyone deserved to have a happy ending it would be you.

Sensing the turn in thought, you reach for the young man’s hand with a warm embrace, squeezing tightly with a trembling smile.  You could only mouth the words ‘thank you’, tears running down your dirt covered cheeks.

He just hoped, and prayed, that they didn’t make a mistake.

                       · · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

You tug upon the hood of your cloak as you weaved in and out of the tight crowd of onlookers, the village’s once empty courtyard now riddled with excitement.  There was a cloud of dirt and smoke from the Bifrost’s landmark, various tall figures standing with a regal of importance.  There stood Thor son of Odin, Sif and the Warrior’s Three, and Loki Laufeyson, all eager to choose their mortal fighter.  The crowd hollered for acceptance, some trampling upon others to get in the front of the line.  It was like a hoard of mice.

Only one champion remained to be picked.  Loki’s regal blue eyes scanned the sea of onlookers, a slender hand outstretching to point at a brutish looking blacksmith.  The other hand, towards your direction.

“You, and you.  To the front.”  

A fire ignited behind your gaze, your lips forming into a smirk as the crowd dispersed to create a ring around you and the opponent.  This was it, this was the moment you were waiting for.

Your heart began to thud wildly in your leather bound chest, two daggers in each hand itching to land their mark.  

“You’re in my way, little mouse.  There is only one seat in Valhalla, and it shall be mine.” 

The blacksmith’s large war axe glimmered from the sun’s light, swaying back in forth in an intimidating motion.  But you have fought larger, and before you could form a retort the blade swiftly swung in your direction.  Easy, just move your body to the left and it will miss its mark.  Again, but the right side.  An irritated growl sounded from the attacker, your body moving in an elegant practiced form before landing a dagger to clang against metal.  He was faster than you would’ve liked, but still lacked the ability to properly dodge.  A hurl of your blade nicked his cheek, blood falling down freely to drip along his chin.  You stepped back to analyze more of the situation, his breathing heavy before launching himself forward in rage. 

This was the moment you were waiting for, a flaw in his stance.

With a dive of your body, you skidded along dirt to create a large cloud around you, his face contorting in confusion as your dagger embedded itself within the side of his throat.  Garbled sounds emitting from him, crimson coating your hand as you unsheathed yourself from his fallen body.

Silence, the crowd gazing dumbly from the actions that just transpired.  Your victory.

Your eyes linger upwards while catching your breath, landing upon the very God that would soon become your lifeline. His own gaze held mischief, a satisfied smile etching on his chiseled features.

“Let us travel to Asgard.”

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[mischieffae]

I just had an imagining, of what Thor 1 Loki would be like if you were having nightmares and I got a toothache from the cuteness.

He would probably lay beside you all night to make sure you were ok, and when you weren't able to sleep he would conjure small images in emerald green of your favorite things in the palm of his hands.

Maybe he would also sing to you in Old Norse, his voice a velvet smooth tone to let you slowly fall back into slumber.

And lastly, Loki would whisper silly little things in your ear to make you giggle, like stories of Thor and the Company that were utterly embarrassing. He always loves to see you smile.

[mischieffae]

I am begging for Thor 1 Loki with reader at a ball and he picks her out a gown and everything. Maybe like a friends to lovers trope where he helps her pick out her gown and the night of the ball he confesses.

I KID YOU NOT I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING A DANCE FLUFF DRABBLE THIS IS PERFECT. I hope it’s ok that I made it a Norse celebration instead of a ball, for some reason that made my muse spark.

Within the Moonlight

Pairing: Thor 1 Loki x fem!reader

Content: Fluff, Loki being a shy cutie pie, Thor being a drunkard, flirtatious dancing, Loki confessing his love

Synopsis: Tonight is the Sigrblót festival, hosted by Odin, which is the celebration of summer's victory over winter. You are accompanied by Prince Thor, Loki, Sif & the Warriors Three to celebrate under the moon's cold glow. With the help of the trickster earlier that day, you are adorned in the most beautiful nordic gown. Perhaps this was a confession of love?

The sound of ale coated laughter filled the air around you as you settled upon a run down log, your feet mindlessly playing with the snow below you. Tonight would be one of the most important celebrations of the year, Sigrblót. It marked the last five days of winter, summer soon approaching after the long frigid months.

Warmth and light would soon claim victory over cold and darkness.

Your fingers grazed lightly over the intricate embroidery of your cotton dress, a small smile forming on your lips. It was a gown that your dear friend Loki had helped pick out for you earlier that day. He usually wouldn't accompany you with errands, but this one he was very adamant on joining.

" Well, who else would tell you truthfully if the gown looks good or not on you? Certainly not Fandral with his flirtatious ways. "

Playful eyes glance towards his way as you drag your hand along various hung gowns, a brow raising in question.

" And yet I am supposed to trust the God of Mischief and Lies? "

Something serious stirred within him from your banter, those once roguish eyes holding weight in them. " You know I would never lie to you. "

Was this guilt beginning to creep up within? Indeed, his words always held truth when it came to the two of you. For as long as you can remember, Loki was always the protective one of the group. Pranks and mischief were his forte, like the time when he turned Thor's playing stick into a snake. Or the time he conjured small rodents in Sif's bed one night, knowing fully well of her true fear. But when it came to you, there were never any tricks or deceit. With you, there was protection from the other's jests if they went too far, or when you wanted to accompany the group on perilous quests.

He was ALWAYS by your side.

A regretful smile formed on your face, your fingers reaching to brush along his in apology. " ... I know, dear Loki. "

Jade eyes flicked upward to gaze into your own, finally adorning a returning smile of his own that you so loved.

" Good, then. Now about these gowns... "

The Prince taps in thought against his chin, humming to himself in disapproval of the fabrics before him. Until, he lands upon one of a shade of dark emerald, gold flecks of stitching along the collarbone and wrists. It was absolutely stunning, small sets of floral designs threaded on the chest as well.

" This one, would most certainly suit you. "

You couldn't hold back your gasp from awe as he held the gown up to his chest, your eyes scanning the clothing as if it were made out of pure gold. Leave it to Loki to pick the most extravagant piece in the lot.

" It's absolutely stunning, Loki. But I -... I cannot afford this- "

A tsk noise releases from his lips teasingly, head shaking with a wicked smile before handing you the gown to hold yourself.

" What makes you think YOU are going to be purchasing this today, dear friend? Luckily, you happen to be in acquittance to a Prince of Asgard. "

Seeing the shock upon your face brought a flutter to Loki's heart, a faint tinge of pink forming on his cheeks before bringing his voice to a soft tone.

" And because I want to. "

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The sudden push of your body jolted you back to reality, Thor's booming laughter sounding soon after. An annoyed hiss escaped Loki's throat as he readjusted his tunic from the assault.

" Come now Loki, drink with us! Tonight, we shall find solstice in the company of ale and warm beds! "

You couldn't hold back your laughter as you giggled against a raised hand, your friend's eyes shooting you a death glare before returning toward's his drunk kin.

" You know fully well I do not indulge in such idiotic behavior. One of us needs to be kept in line. "

A snort escaped through Volstagg's nostrils, Sif biting her bottom lip to hold back a stabbing jest before Fandral pops right in.

" That's not what I remember, Loki old friend. Where has your deviltry gone to I wonder? Perhaps to impress a certain maiden? "

Laughter fills the air as a deep crimson paints your cheeks, a sharp intake of breath sounding from the Prince before Thor decides to take a chance to settle the tension down.

" Now now, let us not make jest of his attempts! You don't want a sudden snake to appear on your bed tonight, do you? "

All became quiet after his remark, a smirk of victory forming on Loki's lips.

The heat from the bonfire kissed your cheeks as you watched the other's dance around it, their shadows a beautiful contrast against bright orange hues. You heard the shuffling of feet before moving your gaze upwards once hearing Hogun's words.

" Shall this be a time to dance, comrades? "

Thor threw his wooden chalice to the ground with a thunderous sound of joy, quickly moving to grab Sif by her hands from the log.

" Yes, let us dance dear friends! The night is still young, and the fire is still alive with vigor! "

Before anyone could get another word in, the young thunder Prince gathered everyone towards the bonfire's glow. You stumbled upon plush snow, laughter filling your lungs as you desperately clung onto Loki's arms.

You could've sworn you heard a small one of his own.

Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg quickly departed to find their own dancing partners, while Thor and Sif began to lively move with the crowd together. Your eyes locked on green ones with a hint of shyness, his lips forming a smile while he moved your hand to lace into his.

" Shall we dance then? "

A small nod forms before you two briskly move in time with the beating of drums, your smile ever widening with each precise step. The smell of burning wood and ale almost made you dizzy, your eyes locked upon the Prince's as you noticed the stars above forming around his head like a halo.

You could be here forever.

The emerald of your gown flows with your movements like a sway of Yggdrasil's leaves, the gold speckles of thread glittering from the fire's glow. You both giggle in exhaustion, one hand tightening upon yours as the other places around your waist. It was then, that your gazes took a different aura. As if they were pulling towards each other in a magnetic wave. You don't notice your head slowly inching forward as he gracefully moves your body to the beat of song, closer and closer until breaths begin to mingle with each other.

You both snap back once the music stops and the sound of many hands clapping together happily.

It is then that the music changes into a slower rhythm, your breaths sounding heavily as you both regain your oxygen.

" Fandral was right, you know... "

Your eyes widen from his confession, a hand lifting to graze along his cheek lightly. As if you were asking for permission, which he grants willingly as he leans against it.

" About what, dear Loki? "

There you see that mischief return to him, his head moving towards your ear to whisper gently in secrecy.

" That I have been trying to impress a certain someone....a certain someone, who I love. "

[mischieffae]

Elskhuga { Loki x gn! angst ficlet }

Summary: After thrusted into the storm of battle, Loki and his gang of trustees reach the outskirts of Svartalfheim in order to recuperate and tend to the wounded. His lover included, the Prince must find the strength to not fall into despair.

Pairing: Loki x gn!character ( I wrote this in third person, and kept the gn love interest vague so you can either insert your own oc or read like a reader insert. )

Warnings: Angst, all the feels, blood, wounds, near death experience, pre-established relationship. This might be a tad ooc but listen, I need protective Loki ok?

The soot of Svartalfheim's lands and blood of their enemies stained the company's clothing, a mere reminder of what had previously transpired not too long ago. For days the warriors of Asgard fought mindlessly against the Dark Elves on their domain. The Aesir feared their lust for darkness and disruption to the natural order would become reality. But under Heimdall's watchful eye and by command of Odin, the two princelings and their companions lead Asgard's small army as a tactic of intimidation.

A mere foolish encounter, which they soon later discovered.

Faint breaths and the rustlings of leather echoed in the small cave's mouth, the darkness that dwelled there snuffed out by the fire's red glow. Sif and the Warrior's Three (Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun) huddled around its warmth, occasionally rubbing their hands together as their breaths fogged all around them. Thor, son of Odin, nestled by one of their wounded companions tucked in loose furs. There was a heaviness within the air as he spoke softly towards his left.

"I fear their wounds have worsened overnight, brother."

Loki, son of Laufeyson clenched his jaw from his confession. The wounded who laid before him was a keeper of his heart. Now heavily breathing with a sheen of sweat, but once held such beauty and youth in their face. He shouldn't have brought them here, on this perilous mission but they had insisted on not leaving Loki's side.

The two of them had known each other since childhood, often accompanying one another while Thor rough housed with Sif and the Warriors. There was a long history of adoration, longing, and a feeling of love within the both of them that could never be washed away by the tide of time.

And to have them risk their life in a meaningless show of power ignited a flame within the trickster's chest that he wanted to unleash.

"There must be something...." Venom leaked from his pale lips, his slender hands reaching outward to grasp upon his lover's arms in a tight embrace for comfort. "We cannot just let them die under our command."

The raise in Loki's voice made the warrior's look upward from the fire's glow, hesitance on their faces before he continued.

"Volstagg knew fully well that they were within enemy range! If I had just not turned my back for one second this barbaric group of imbeciles would have noticed the enemy's arrow flying in their direction!"

His voice choked on the last syllable in his rant, tears threatening to fall down his hollow cheeks.

"Now now, do not blame others for your incompetence of witnessing a mere arrow, silvertongue. The fault is not our own", raised Fandral's voice. He knew he had struck a nerve, but they were all on edge seeing their companion fade away on the floor below.

"Enough...", Thor's voice echoed softly against the cave's walls, beginning to feel a coil of tension about ready to explode.

"Is that what you would call it? A mere arrow? Will you repeat your foolish words while standing at their pyre? Or shall you save it before I behead your ill-favored head from your mere shoulders?"

"ENOUGH!" Thunder crackled from outside their retreat, their silence loud as they gathered themselves. Loki knelt beside the wounded companion with a defeated sigh, the fire's crackling the only noise heard until a soft voice spoke.

"We are all weary and worried for our friend. Please, let us not continue the onslaught within our own company." Sif released a short huff with a bent of her head, her eyes glistening with thought. "We must keep trying, perhaps the poison had subsided from Loki's magic. If we keep-"

"There is nothing left to do, lady warrior." Agitation sounded from the trickster's voice, a trembling huff escaping him before bringing his attention back towards his lover's pale features. He lifted a shaking hand to ghost along their soft cheek, pausing a finger on their parted lip. "We will be lucky if they survive the night."

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Memories of earlier that day flashed in his mind, the sounds of metal in the air as they treaded along Svartalfheim's wasteland. A small band of Asgard's soldiers accompanied them to a deserted inland of open land. A place where they would negotiate and come to terms with some intimidation tactics. Loki's silver tongue, however, would not land its mark.

The Elves thrusted themselves upon the group without any warning, swords clashing against swords with a might of defiance. Many would fall, the stench of blood filling the air as Thor's mighty swings clashed against skull and bone. Sif's sword and shield danced with the enemies weapons, Volstagg's heavy axe not falling too far behind. Fandral and Hogun would soon find their swords claiming many lives with a stain of gore.

Loki would occasionally protect his partner with a finesse of his trickster motions, throwing dagger upon dagger to land their marks. He turned his back against his partner's own, giving trust to the Warrior's as he continued to use Aesir magic to confuse his opponent.

But trust, comes with a cost.

He felt a sudden jolt of the other's body against his back and a sharp cry, his heart clenching in fear as he quickly turned around. They were all unaware of the silent archer on their left, hidden in the shadows behind decaying rock. The arrow had pierced his lover's chest, merely missing their heart as they fell to the ground with a pained groan. The tip of the arrow had been poisoned, their body soon paralyzed from its instant effectiveness.

Loki screamed in pure rage, conjuring himself to appear in front of the attacker with a flicker of emerald cloud. Before the Elf could react, the trickster plunged a dagger within his throat with a vengeful scream, driving that blade deeper and deeper with each forceful thrust of pure hate. He kept the attack, the body before him long gone as it slumped to the dirt below but he continued on. Again, again, his breath releasing in short spurts with tears in his eyes. All sense of control left him as red coated his fingers and arms, specks of it's essence spitting on his angered face.

"Loki!!! Loki enough!!!" Thor quickly ran to his brother's aid, the battle ceased around them as he grasped the other's arm to cease his assault. "Enough, please...enough.."

A pained sob escaped past Loki's lips as he slowed his movements, the dagger continuing to plunge into the body's frame with grotesque noises. It was Thor's hand upon him that brought him back to reality, his eyes widening in realization before dashing towards his partner's side.

They were alive, but barely hanging on the edge. The poison already beginning to pump through their veins. A small smile spread on their lips, hands lifting to graze along the princeling's blood soaked cheek.

"Loki -...." It was all they could muster, the only thing he heard before they fell into darkness.

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The shade of green enveloped the cave as Loki continued to release his magic within his lover's chest, the group around him fallen asleep with the gentle sound of enchantment. He couldn't give up, his body begging for slumber but his mind determined to soothe the poison within them. Thor too was still awake, calling to Heimdall to open the Bifrost but to no avail. After many attempts, Odinson returned to their retreat and placed a heavy hand upon his aching shoulder.

"I'm sorry, dear brother. My words do not reach him....I-"

Loki furrowed his brows in concentration, silencing him with a hush of his voice. "I will make sure he hears an earful from me later, but for now, leave me..."

Thor couldn't help but form a sad smile on his face, his fingers gripping a bit before moving away.

He couldn't give up....couldn't stop...

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The soft glow of morning's sun hidden behind dark clouds illuminated against stone walls, a gentle shade of green still forming on the trickster's hands against his partner's chest. He had fallen asleep upright, his sorcery never ceasing their purpose even when the mind was resting. The others were still in slumber around a dying fire, the gentle crackling of embers filling his ears.

There was a soft touch upon his hand, fingers brushing along his knuckles in a ghostly manner. His body jolted slightly from the touch, eyes fluttering open before gazing upon a reassuring smile.

They will be ok, they will be ok...

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[mischieffae]

Could you do a headcannon of Loki x chubby/plus size F!reader needing reassurance though they’re normally confident

// OMG YES I love this so much. ❤️

Perfection

Well you know that Loki would absolutely treat you like the Queen that you are, he does not take such a goddess unlikely.

• To him, your physic is the definition of beauty. Every curve, every dip in your body reminds him of a carved Greek statue. Each little crevice, down from the dip of your belly button to the soft plump cheeks that adorn with a blush are a masterpiece in his eyes.

• He will remind you of this every day if he has to, perhaps in front of a mirror while you get ready for the evening. It will make you respond with some teasing of your own but he means every word that whispers softly in your ear.

• You would also be lavished in the finest clothing that fits so perfectly around your frame, making sure to depict every flawless curve. Perhaps expensive emerald dresses to match his eyes, the same eyes that devour you every night.

• And last but not least, he would simply take care of you. Protect you from the harshness of the world, for you are his treasure and his alone. You thought you had the confidence before, but now it has skyrocketed by tenfold. He will make sure you feel this way for the rest of your days.

[mischieffae]

After Hours | Loki x Fem!reader

Summary: Spending the majority of the evening working on an important business project, the two of you find release within the empty building's cubicles. Who knew that a time crunch could unleash all this pent up tension?

Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, squirting, rolled up sleeves (because that's a thing yes), half clothed sex, using the office desk inappropriately, hanging on with the tie for dear life

Word Count: 1,881k

Notes: This was supposed to be TVA Season 2 Loki. But it turned into corporate office AU. But you can still picture him as such. Listen, I have a thing for this type of scenario ok? I don't know jack shit about corporate but I do know a lot about smut, so that's all that matters. 😈

The soft ticking of your office's clock was driving you slowly mad, each little noise an irritating scratch against your brain. The computer screen's blue tint made your eyes burn with exhaustion. It was half past midnight, an absurd time to be still working on the company's reports but someone had to do it. Asgard Inc. didn't really care how it got done, but IF it got done. Thankfully your colleague Loki Laufeyson decided to tag along for the ride, most likely regretting his decision as you hear him sigh in boredom while typing away.

Maybe this would get you a raise? You highly doubt it. Perhaps a good ol' pat on the back, a gold star? Or a pizza party.

Speaking of food.

Your stomach grumbles in protest, a finger loudly clicking down on the mouse with enthusiasm as you finish your last line on the excel sheet. Tired hands lift to run across your eyes, totally forgetting about the 12 hour mascara that you're still wearing.

Fuck it.

You can hear a small chuckle from the cubicle next to yours, a rustling of feet sounding before a familiar head looks over the wall.

"You finished already? I think that's a new record you know."

Makeup smeared eyes raise towards his voice, your brows furrowing from the incoming headache. Why didn't he look as disheveled as you? He was here as long as you were, perhaps a couple hours more. And yet here he stood, hair still gorgeously intact, tie a bit loose but nothing tragic. Probably didn't even notice the time on the clock since he's had way more coffee than you. It wasn't fair.

"Record for the slowest report on Earth maybe. What about you speedy? You must've finished hours ago."

"Two, actually. Then I was just getting caught up on emails."

Of course he was. You give an eye roll with a groan, a wide smile forming on his face in victory. The two of you had made it a game that whoever would finish first when it came to reports, the loser had to buy the other coffee the next morning.

For you, this was strike five.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, this time was a lot for you."

Was that sarcasm dripping off his tone?

"Why are you even still here anyways? Trying to gloat and rub it in my face? Not going to work Laufeyson."

Loki slyly brought himself away from the other side of your cubicle to stand proudly in front of you. You forgot how tall he was, your throat bobbing slightly as your eyes noticed the one little detail that always seemed to unravel you.

Those damn sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing off those perfect forearms with small veins protruding off on them.

Shit.

"Now why would I do such an awful, terrible thing like that? I'm only here for moral support."

It was no secret that the two of you have been quite obviously attracted to one another, often sending each other small flirtatious signals that even a blind person could sense. Was it slightly embarrassing knowing that the whole company was aware of your devious attractions? Perhaps, but when it came to Loki you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore.

It also helped that he was a higher up. You were safe in that regard.

Your legs instinctually cross over one another, the fabric of your skirt rising to show a little more skin. Which, he was definitely eating this shit up.

"Why wouldn't you? It's in your nature, after all."

Oh, that seemed to get him. It was as if a switch had been turned on, the playfulness on his face morphing into a shade of desire that made your heart clench inside your beating chest. Suddenly you felt like a rabbit snared in a trap, the fox leaning forward to inhale the scent of timidness.

"Is that so? Hopefully a nature that you thoroughly enjoy.."

You didn't realize how close he was until a hand reached forward to ghost along your jaw, a finger curling around a loose strand of your hair.

There was no turning back now.

" .. - Always..."

Loki's mouth clenches slightly as he lifts you from your rolling chair with a swift movement, a strong hand resting on the dip of your back. The other, begins to hold the juncture of your throat and jawline tenderly. The twig has been snapped between the two of you, your eyes fluttering as he slowly leans inward to brush his cold lips against your own flushed ones.

"...Good."

The floodgates of desire finally thrust open, your mouths clashing together in a passionate slow dance. You swear you could hear a soft moan escape from his throat, your lips parting to allow his skillful tongue to wrap around yours. He tastes of fresh mint, and a slight taste of coffee beans, his cologne of crisp pine filling your nostrils in a heavenly aroma.

Gods you wanted to be devoured.

He pulls back with heavy breaths, lips pressing lewd kisses under the dip of your ear. You could hear his desire, his hot breath tickling your skin as you let him ravage your flesh. Shaking fingers lift to grab upon his leather belt for support, pulling towards your willing body in a desperate sharp motion. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, his breath tickling your ear.

"If you want it, take it."

You swear he would be the death of you.

With a slight whine, your fingers quickly tug with annoyance as you unbuckle the belt, throwing the offending piece of clothing to the floor with a loud clank. Was he chuckling from your excitement?

Cheeky bastard. No matter, you'll have him singing a different tune soon enough.

You pull back to gaze into his eyes wantonly, a hand slithering inward to wrap around his hard length in triumph. Your hand begins a steady rhythm, twisting in just the right places as his hips roll into your grasp with a low pleasurable groan. A thumb presses upon his swollen head, his lashes fluttering against his high flush cheekbones. You could tell he was holding back and it made your heart flutter in excitement.

"What's that? Cat got your tongue so soon?"

Perhaps not the best thing to say in the moment, or perhaps it was. You couldn't decide. But he seemed to take your words as a challenge, his hand roughly moving yours out of his trousers before the other swept the items off your desk in one quick action.

Well that wasn't planned.

Loki's eyes are filled with mischief before he lifts your body to settle your back along the desk's surface, his hands moving to lift your skirt to settle upon your hips. Two can play at this little game.

"Not yet darling..."

His pupils are blown with lust, breaths releasing heavily past parting lips as his hands move to rub small circles on your hipbones. It causes your toes to curl in your heels, your back lifting upward to press into his grasp. There was a small silent plea in his eyes, and only you could ease the hesitance that stood before you.

"Then get on with it.."

If you could burn this memory in your head forever, you would. To see such a desperate man on his knees, his lips trailing along plush thighs while he lets your calves rest on his shoulders....it was almost too much. Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers roughly move your soaked panties to the side of your apex, your throbbing sex on full display for his pleasure.

You swear you heard him say something, beautiful, exquisite, along those lines. But words mean nothing right now, only actions.

A cry you haven't heard before escapes your lips as his hot mouth finds your dripping folds. He is a man starving, a moan rumbling against your clit as he devours you whole. His fingers tighten on the flesh of your thighs, your hands moving downward to grip raven locks as you buck into his mouth in rolling movements. Gods, it was heaven, that bastard so skilled with his tongue you for sure thought you'd faint right then and there. You moan his name with encouragement, his mouth pulling back to insert two strong fingers inside your core.

You lift your head to gaze towards your entrance, and what you find could only be described as ethereal. His mouth is glistening from your sex, his hair tousled from the roughness of your pulls. But what really got you was seeing his vein forearm thrust in quick upward motions, a breathless smile forming on his flushed face as he stimulates you to your climax.

"Come for me baby, come all over me.."

A coil tightens in your stomach before it unleashes with a tidal wave, your back arching in a tight motion before yelling out his name in ecstasy. Hot clear fluids spill from your cunt, the lewd noise of its wetness filling the air as he continued to thrust through your orgasm. It was overpowering, his heavy chuckle sounding in awe before he groans with content.

"Good girl, such a a good girl...."

You could barely respond as he swiftly moves to release his cock from its confinements, his hips wiggling to spread your thighs in a welcoming stance. It was a desire you didn't know you had in you, the type that would drive you mad if you weren't sated right here and now. Your reach to hold onto his hanging tie as he leans forward, the head of his length pushing into your cavern with one fluid thrust.

He gives you no time to accommodate his size but you do not care. Not when there was this much tension involved. You moan out his name while tightening your hold on his tie, using it as a rein to control the beast that drives into you. He's panting wildly, holding onto one of your thighs while the other arm holds himself upward.

You can't believe it is you that is making him sound like a wanton whore, that it was you that is making him hold back a whine as he thrusts wildly in a forgotten rhythm.

Your legs move to wrap around his hips to drive himself deeper, deeper, until you swear he is hitting your insides. It's keeping you feral, your eyes locking on his blown ones as his brows furrow with upcoming release.

" -.... Fuck.. I -...."

That was all he could mutter before a hand moves to wrap around your throat tightly but not enough to choke, a finger moving inside your mouth as you suckle on its digit. It makes him explode, a desperate moan releasing from his flush lips as he spills deeply inside you. Hot spurts of his cum coats your walls, your body tightening around him like a vice to suck up each and every drop.

He is shaking from the aftermath, heavy pants sounding from him as he gazes downward in awe from the pleasure. You both giggle in exhaustion as he leans forward to kiss you gently, your hands cupping his cheeks with a smile.

Yeah, you could stay after hours as much as you need to.

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[thefairywithboots]

OMGGGG my heart... this was so beautifully written. Thank you for tagging me!

Elskhuga { Loki x gn! angst ficlet }

Summary: After thrusted into the storm of battle, Loki and his gang of trustees reach the outskirts of Svartalfheim in order to recuperate and tend to the wounded. His lover included, the Prince must find the strength to not fall into despair.

Pairing: Loki x gn!character ( I wrote this in third person, and kept the gn love interest vague so you can either insert your own oc or read like a reader insert. )

Warnings: Angst, all the feels, blood, wounds, near death experience, pre-established relationship. This might be a tad ooc but listen, I need protective Loki ok?

The soot of Svartalfheim's lands and blood of their enemies stained the company's clothing, a mere reminder of what had previously transpired not too long ago. For days the warriors of Asgard fought mindlessly against the Dark Elves on their domain. The Aesir feared their lust for darkness and disruption to the natural order would become reality. But under Heimdall's watchful eye and by command of Odin, the two princelings and their companions lead Asgard's small army as a tactic of intimidation.

A mere foolish encounter, which they soon later discovered.

Faint breaths and the rustlings of leather echoed in the small cave's mouth, the darkness that dwelled there snuffed out by the fire's red glow. Sif and the Warrior's Three (Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun) huddled around its warmth, occasionally rubbing their hands together as their breaths fogged all around them. Thor, son of Odin, nestled by one of their wounded companions tucked in loose furs. There was a heaviness within the air as he spoke softly towards his left.

"I fear their wounds have worsened overnight, brother."

Loki, son of Laufeyson clenched his jaw from his confession. The wounded who laid before him was a keeper of his heart. Now heavily breathing with a sheen of sweat, but once held such beauty and youth in their face. He shouldn't have brought them here, on this perilous mission but they had insisted on not leaving Loki's side.

The two of them had known each other since childhood, often accompanying one another while Thor rough housed with Sif and the Warriors. There was a long history of adoration, longing, and a feeling of love within the both of them that could never be washed away by the tide of time.

And to have them risk their life in a meaningless show of power ignited a flame within the trickster's chest that he wanted to unleash.

"There must be something...." Venom leaked from his pale lips, his slender hands reaching outward to grasp upon his lover's arms in a tight embrace for comfort. "We cannot just let them die under our command."

The raise in Loki's voice made the warrior's look upward from the fire's glow, hesitance on their faces before he continued.

"Volstagg knew fully well that they were within enemy range! If I had just not turned my back for one second this barbaric group of imbeciles would have noticed the enemy's arrow flying in their direction!"

His voice choked on the last syllable in his rant, tears threatening to fall down his hollow cheeks.

"Now now, do not blame others for your incompetence of witnessing a mere arrow, silvertongue. The fault is not our own", raised Fandral's voice. He knew he had struck a nerve, but they were all on edge seeing their companion fade away on the floor below.

"Enough...", Thor's voice echoed softly against the cave's walls, beginning to feel a coil of tension about ready to explode.

"Is that what you would call it? A mere arrow? Will you repeat your foolish words while standing at their pyre? Or shall you save it before I behead your ill-favored head from your mere shoulders?"

"ENOUGH!" Thunder crackled from outside their retreat, their silence loud as they gathered themselves. Loki knelt beside the wounded companion with a defeated sigh, the fire's crackling the only noise heard until a soft voice spoke.

"We are all weary and worried for our friend. Please, let us not continue the onslaught within our own company." Sif released a short huff with a bent of her head, her eyes glistening with thought. "We must keep trying, perhaps the poison had subsided from Loki's magic. If we keep-"

"There is nothing left to do, lady warrior." Agitation sounded from the trickster's voice, a trembling huff escaping him before bringing his attention back towards his lover's pale features. He lifted a shaking hand to ghost along their soft cheek, pausing a finger on their parted lip. "We will be lucky if they survive the night."

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Memories of earlier that day flashed in his mind, the sounds of metal in the air as they treaded along Svartalfheim's wasteland. A small band of Asgard's soldiers accompanied them to a deserted inland of open land. A place where they would negotiate and come to terms with some intimidation tactics. Loki's silver tongue, however, would not land its mark.

The Elves thrusted themselves upon the group without any warning, swords clashing against swords with a might of defiance. Many would fall, the stench of blood filling the air as Thor's mighty swings clashed against skull and bone. Sif's sword and shield danced with the enemies weapons, Volstagg's heavy axe not falling too far behind. Fandral and Hogun would soon find their swords claiming many lives with a stain of gore.

Loki would occasionally protect his partner with a finesse of his trickster motions, throwing dagger upon dagger to land their marks. He turned his back against his partner's own, giving trust to the Warrior's as he continued to use Aesir magic to confuse his opponent.

But trust, comes with a cost.

He felt a sudden jolt of the other's body against his back and a sharp cry, his heart clenching in fear as he quickly turned around. They were all unaware of the silent archer on their left, hidden in the shadows behind decaying rock. The arrow had pierced his lover's chest, merely missing their heart as they fell to the ground with a pained groan. The tip of the arrow had been poisoned, their body soon paralyzed from its instant effectiveness.

Loki screamed in pure rage, conjuring himself to appear in front of the attacker with a flicker of emerald cloud. Before the Elf could react, the trickster plunged a dagger within his throat with a vengeful scream, driving that blade deeper and deeper with each forceful thrust of pure hate. He kept the attack, the body before him long gone as it slumped to the dirt below but he continued on. Again, again, his breath releasing in short spurts with tears in his eyes. All sense of control left him as red coated his fingers and arms, specks of it's essence spitting on his angered face.

"Loki!!! Loki enough!!!" Thor quickly ran to his brother's aid, the battle ceased around them as he grasped the other's arm to cease his assault. "Enough, please...enough.."

A pained sob escaped past Loki's lips as he slowed his movements, the dagger continuing to plunge into the body's frame with grotesque noises. It was Thor's hand upon him that brought him back to reality, his eyes widening in realization before dashing towards his partner's side.

They were alive, but barely hanging on the edge. The poison already beginning to pump through their veins. A small smile spread on their lips, hands lifting to graze along the princeling's blood soaked cheek.

"Loki -...." It was all they could muster, the only thing he heard before they fell into darkness.

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The shade of green enveloped the cave as Loki continued to release his magic within his lover's chest, the group around him fallen asleep with the gentle sound of enchantment. He couldn't give up, his body begging for slumber but his mind determined to soothe the poison within them. Thor too was still awake, calling to Heimdall to open the Bifrost but to no avail. After many attempts, Odinson returned to their retreat and placed a heavy hand upon his aching shoulder.

"I'm sorry, dear brother. My words do not reach him....I-"

Loki furrowed his brows in concentration, silencing him with a hush of his voice. "I will make sure he hears an earful from me later, but for now, leave me..."

Thor couldn't help but form a sad smile on his face, his fingers gripping a bit before moving away.

He couldn't give up....couldn't stop...

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The soft glow of morning's sun hidden behind dark clouds illuminated against stone walls, a gentle shade of green still forming on the trickster's hands against his partner's chest. He had fallen asleep upright, his sorcery never ceasing their purpose even when the mind was resting. The others were still in slumber around a dying fire, the gentle crackling of embers filling his ears.

There was a soft touch upon his hand, fingers brushing along his knuckles in a ghostly manner. His body jolted slightly from the touch, eyes fluttering open before gazing upon a reassuring smile.

They will be ok, they will be ok...

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