#normalize not turning loki into a tree

[simplyholl]

Frozen Stiff

Summary: Captured by the Frost Giants, your time on Jotunheim gets interesting.

Pairing: Jotun Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Loss of virginity. Size kink. Somnophilia.

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You really did it this time. Your father instructed everyone stay in their homes this night. Loki, king of the Frost Giants had warned your father, King Erik, king of the elves that he would be coming through Alfheim. If anyone was caught outside, they would be considered an enemy, and taken prisoner.

Your father’s royal decree had went in one ear and out the other. You were considered a trouble maker. Not because of anything you had done consciously. Trouble seemed to follow wherever you went. You were so unlike your sister, the future queen of Alfheim, and no one let you forget that.

She was tucked away safely in her chambers with the door locked. Here you were, hiding in the bushes outside the palace. You wanted to get a good look at the Frost Giants. You had never seen one in person, and you didn’t think the view from your chambers would do them any justice.

Loud footsteps echoed throughout the forest as they stomped through. The trees were shaking with each step they took, the force of their large bodies leaving holes in the ground where they walked. They were approaching quickly. You really should run back in the palace, but you were frozen. The first few Jotuns walk by and you’re stunned.

They are even bigger than you imagined. Then you see him, King Loki. He struts through and a wild thought comes to you. He’s beautiful. You had always been taught that the Frost Giants were ugly beasts that would take misbehaving children in the night. They seemed nice enough. King Loki had even given your father warning before passing through. He and the last three giants walk passed you and you count the seconds before you can run back inside.

Woof

You look beside you terrified. Your sister’s dog, Arnie, pants beside you, tail wagging.

Woof

He barks again. You grab him, trying your best to shush him. But it’s too late. He’s gained their attention. They turn back around, looking toward the bushes you are hiding in. You sink lower to the ground, trying to shove your body under the bush. You close your eyes, hoping if you can’t see them, they can’t see you.

But their footsteps shake the ground as they come closer. “What have we here?” One of them growls, picking you up with one hand. “We found a spy, your highness.”

“Bring him to me.” King Loki demands. You squeak as you are dropped from one huge hand into another. You shiver, the temperature of his skin is colder than you could have imagined. “Not a he, but a she.” He says amused, as he looks closely at you.

“What are you doing out here, little mouse? I warned your king that we would take anyone we found outside prisoner.” You swallow, trying to seem braver than you felt. “My father, King Erik, he did command the whole village to stay inside, your highness. I was simply curious and I wanted to see you for myself.”

Loki looks at you in the palm of his hand, amusement dancing on his features. “Your father, the king? So that makes you a princess? Are you the heir to the throne?” You shake your head. “No, your highness, that would be my sister.” You introduce yourself hoping it will get you out of this situation.

“A princess for a prisoner. What an interesting day it’s turning out to be.” He sneers. “No, wait!” You protest. He closes his hand around you, silencing you. When you arrive in Jotunheim, you are brought to a room with a giant bed, huge fluffy pillows, and a roaring fireplace. King Loki places you on the bed.

“This isn’t normally how I treat my prisoners, but you are still a princess. As long as you obey me, you may stay in this room and avoid the dungeon. You are free to walk around, and I will let everyone know that no harm is to come to you. Am I understood?”

“Yyyyesss” You stutter, you had been freezing the entire trip. You run to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together in an effort to get warm. Loki studies you, his red eyes lingering on your sheer nightgown. You really didn’t plan on getting captured when you went out, so you didn’t bother with putting on a proper dress.

You regret that decision now as his gaze lands on your breasts, heaving on your shaking form. He could see everything through the nightgown, and he was already looking, so you didn’t bother with attempting to cover yourself. “I’ll have someone make you proper clothing. In the meantime, there are extra blankets in the closet.” He walks out, leaving you with your thoughts.

Months had passed and you were settling into your new home. No one treated you like a prisoner, and you decided for once in your life to stay out of trouble. You had been given a job in the palace kitchen and you were making new friends. You were actually starting to like it here.

You giggle as your closest friend Marta, asks about your sex life. As a princess, you had to save yourself for whoever your father chose for you. You knew very little about the act itself. But Marta filled you in. She answered every question you had without judging you, and she even gave you some tips. The most shocking part was learning that a male might want to kiss you between your thighs. Marta told you there was nothing like it, so you couldn’t help fantasizing about it the rest of the day. When you laid your head down to rest, your tried to think of more questions for Marta.

The door to your room squeaked open. King Loki walked in, shutting it behind him. He gently removed the blankets from your sleeping form. You were wearing the nightgown from the first night you met him. He reaches out, his long finger grazing your nipple. The chill from his skin causing it to harden under his touch. You sigh from his attention, but don’t wake up. He carefully spreads your legs, laying down between them. His cold tongue meets your center, and you buck your hips toward him. He takes this as an invitation, long tongue lapping between your thighs.

You jump up, searching your room for him, but he’s not there. It was all a dream. You confide in Marta about it and she says it must be your conversation. It made its way into your subconscious. But you didn’t talk to Marta about it the next night when you had it or the next night. Weeks had passed and still, you had the same dream every night. It made it awkward for you when you had to serve King Loki his meals.

“King Loki has requested you serve his dessert in his chambers.” Marta told you, handing you the tray piled high with pastries, cakes, and fruit. You knock on his door, waiting for his instruction to enter. When he calls for you to come in, you bow to him. “My king, I’ve brought your dessert.” He’s propped up on his bed, gesturing for you to place it on a table by the window.

He’s so big, he nearly takes up all the room on the large bed. His muscled blue form has been the object of your fantasies for a while now. “Remove your dress, and get on the bed.” He demands. You drop the metal tray on the table. “Excuse me, your highness. I must have misheard you.”

He pats the bed, “You heard correctly, little mouse. I know you desire me. You dream of me every night. I’m only rewarding your good behavior.” You fight the urge to pinch yourself. You must be dreaming. “How did you know about that?” You manage to mumble. “I know all, little one. You can hide nothing from me.”

He beckons you with his thick finger. You do as he instructed, removing your dress and getting on the bed with him. He lifts you with one hand, hovering you above his face. “Wha- what are you doing?” You stammer. “I’m having my dessert.” He quips placing you on his mouth. His long, cold tongue covers your center. You shiver from the chill. His velvety muscle curls beneath your clit, flicking it.

He treats you like a porcelain doll, holding you as if you might break. He could easily crush you without trying. You really were like his own personal doll. He enters your untouched flesh with his tongue, rocking you back and forth on it. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, trying to ground yourself. He drinks you like it’s water, the icy muscle tipping you over the edge, making your toes curl.

He suddenly tosses you on your back, his bulky form trapping you beneath him. He settles between your thighs. They start aching as he spreads them as wide as he can. It’s still not wide enough to accommodate him. So he pushes your knees to your chest, his gigantic cock nudging your center.

The thought of ruining such a small, delicate woman driving him mad with lust. “I’ll split you in half, little mouse. You would like that wouldn’t you?” Your still dazed from your orgasm, so you only hum in response. “My sweet princess is cock drunk and she hasn’t had any cock yet.” You nod, reaching for him. “I am the first to touch you, correct?” Another hum to confirm.

You gasp when he dips a large finger inside you, curling it upwards. “I have to get you ready.” He explains. As he works his skilled finger inside you, you rock your hips, hungry for more. You whine as he removes his digit from you, but you’re not left wanting for long. He thrusts into you, and you scream. He stretches you, and you try to adjust to his size. You feel him bottom out and you wiggle to get more comfortable.

Tears fall down your cheeks, the stinging not subsiding. “My poor princess. I’m too much for her. It’s only the tip, my sweet girl.” He gently traces the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach. Loki presses on it. “I can see myself protruding out of your stomach, little one. Do you know how feral that makes me? Such a small creature struggling to take the head of my cock.”

He tilts his hips, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Goosebumps line your arms when you feel his breath on your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, my little princess. You feel incredible. I’ll keep you forever, my little plaything.” You whimper at his words, a gush of arousal soaking him. He moans, looking at your fucked out expression. He wraps his enormous hand around your waist, thrusting you down on him, faster.

Loki roars as he releases inside you. He pulls out, spreading your now limp legs. “I want to see me dripping out of you.” He lowers his head, black tresses covering your stomach as his icy tongue laps at you once more. “What a delicious mess you made.” He coos.

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[amethystarachnid]

Heeeeey, can you write Holiday Party Shenanigans with Loki please? 😘

MIDGARDIAN FEAST

⤷ LOKI LAUFEYSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4.3k

ᯓ★ Summary: It's Loki's first Christmas ever and he can't help but be confused by this Midgardian feast, but for you he will do anything, happily so if it involves annoying your older brother, Tony Stark.

ᯓ★ TW(s): fluff

ᯓ★ Since the request didn't specify anything I made up a plot with the fem!reader, also this is kind of an AU?

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

Snow blankets the streets of New York, twinkling under the lights of the Avengers Tower, which glimmers like a beacon of festivity against the wintry skyline. The smell of pine, gingerbread, and peppermint wafts through the air, weaving its way into the grand common room where garlands of holly and strings of multicolored lights deck every available surface.

This is Christmas, Midgard's most beloved holiday—a time of warmth, joy, and familial gatherings. It’s also Loki’s first Christmas, a fact he reminds you of at every turn.

“Explain again,” Loki says, leaning back on the plush couch with a puzzled expression, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the enormous tree. “You chop down a perfectly good tree, drag it indoors, then dress it in gaudy trinkets and glowing baubles for... what reason?”

“It’s festive, Loki,” you say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you arrange a row of candy canes on the lower branches. His emerald gaze follows your every move, curiosity mingling with amusement. “It makes people happy. And it looks pretty.”

Loki arches a skeptical brow, his lips quirking in that smug way of his. “Midgardians have peculiar ideas about aesthetics.”

“Not all of us,” comes the dry remark from behind you. Tony strolls into the room, a glass of eggnog in hand, and offers Loki a pointed look. “Just some of us—especially those of us who date homicidal maniacs.”

You turn sharply, glaring at your older brother. “Tony.”

“What?” He gestures toward Loki with his free hand. “You can’t honestly expect me to pretend this is normal. The guy tried to destroy New York. Twice.”

“Once,” Loki interjects smoothly, lifting a finger. “The second time was merely a minor enchantment spell gone awry. Hardly my fault your city’s infrastructure is so delicate.”

Tony glares. “Keep telling yourself that, Rudolph.”

Loki frowns. “Rudolph?”

You sigh, stepping between them. “Can we please get through Christmas without turning it into a family feud? Tony, stop antagonizing him. Loki, stop antagonizing Tony. You’re both acting like children.”

“I am acting like a child,” Tony replies smugly. “Because it’s Christmas, and Christmas is for children. You know who it’s not for? God-tier villains with delusions of grandeur.”

“Enough,” you snap, rubbing your temples. “Tony, why don’t you go... build a gingerbread house or something?”

Tony raises an eyebrow, then saunters off, muttering something about “frosting some cookies into oblivion.” Loki watches him go, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m beginning to enjoy his petty insults,” Loki says. “They lack creativity but possess a certain... charm.”

You groan, but your frustration melts when he tilts his head to study the ornaments you’ve been hanging. “Are all these symbols significant?” he asks, gesturing toward the red-and-gold baubles.

“Well, not exactly,” you explain, stepping closer. “Some are just for decoration. Others, like the candy canes, represent traditions or stories. That one—” You point to a tiny glass snowman. “—reminds me of when I was a kid. I used to build snowmen with Tony.”

Loki leans down slightly, his gaze flicking between the ornament and your face. “You’ve always enjoyed this holiday?”

“Always,” you admit, smiling softly. “It’s about family and togetherness, and... it’s magical, in its way.”

His eyes soften. “A Midgardian concept of magic. How quaint.”

“It’s different from Asgardian magic, sure,” you say, “but it’s still special. I thought you might enjoy it.”

“Enjoying it would require understanding it, darling,” Loki replies, his voice low, intimate. “Which I still do not.”

“Well,” you say, pulling him toward the couch, “then let’s start small. We’ll watch some Christmas movies. That’ll give you the basics.”

Loki allows himself to be dragged, though he arches a skeptical brow as you hand him a blanket to drape over his lap. “Is this another ritual? Wrapping oneself in fabric to fully appreciate these... films?”

“Yes,” you reply with mock seriousness, tucking yourself beside him and grabbing the remote. “It’s an essential part of the experience.”

As you scroll through a selection of classic Christmas movies, Loki leans closer. “And your brother,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, “does he also find this... magical?”

You stifle a laugh. “Tony’s... not the biggest fan of Christmas. Or anything, really.”

“That much is evident,” Loki says with a smirk, leaning back and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I believe he’s grown rather fond of disliking me, though.”

“It’s not personal. Well, it is. But it’ll pass,” you assure him, resting your head against his chest. “He just doesn’t trust you yet. Give him time.”

Loki hums, his long fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm. “I shall attempt to be... less antagonistic. For your sake.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He stiffens slightly, his pale skin flushing faintly, before his smirk returns.

“You’ll find I’m quite good at winning people over, darling,” he says confidently. “Even self-righteous metal men.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Hours later, the Avengers’ grand Christmas Eve dinner begins. The table is a dazzling display of roasted meats, savory sides, and sweets of every imaginable variety. Thor, already on his third tankard of spiced cider, slaps Loki on the back as they sit side by side.

“Brother!” Thor booms. “How fare you on this Midgardian holiday? Are you learning the ways of Yule?”

“Barely,” Loki replies dryly, reaching for a roll. “Your mortals have a puzzling number of traditions, most of which seem entirely arbitrary.”

“Arbitrary?” Steve interjects, his tone mildly offended. “Christmas traditions are rich in history and meaning.”

“Steve,” Natasha murmurs, “don’t engage.”

But Steve is already launching into an impromptu lecture about the origins of Christmas trees, which Loki listens to with the faintly bemused air of someone watching a particularly entertaining court jester. You nudge Loki under the table, shooting him a warning glance, and he quickly schools his expression into something resembling politeness.

Tony, sitting across from you, watches the interaction with thinly veiled skepticism. “So, Loki,” he says, leaning back in his chair, “what exactly are your plans here? Play nice for a few days, eat our food, then what? Back to world domination?”

Loki smirks, his gaze flicking to you. “I’m here for her,” he says simply. “The rest of you are incidental.”

Tony’s mouth opens and closes, clearly taken aback by Loki’s frankness. You sigh, reaching for your wine glass.

This is going to be a long night.

The dinner table hums with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of cutlery against china as the Avengers swap stories and rib each other in the easy way only close friends can. Loki, ever the outsider, sits beside you with an air of regal detachment, his sharp features casting faint shadows in the flickering candlelight. You’re relieved that he’s behaving himself so far—no biting remarks, no conjured illusions, no magical pranks.

Yet.

After dessert, when everyone begins to disperse into the cozy living room, Thor’s booming voice commands attention. “Now, my friends, I believe it is time for your famed Christmas festivities! Games and revelry, is it not?”

“Revelry sounds like my kind of night,” Clint mutters, popping a peppermint candy into his mouth.

Natasha smirks. “As long as it doesn’t involve karaoke. I draw the line there.”

“Games it is!” Thor declares, clapping his hands. “Loki, brother, you must partake in these Midgardian customs. Strength, wit, and cunning—you shall triumph!”

Loki leans back in his chair, lifting an eyebrow. “I was under the impression this holiday was meant to inspire camaraderie, not competition. But very well, let us proceed with your… diversions.”

Tony sidles up, his smile pure mischief. “Oh, this is going to be good. I can’t wait to see the God of Mischief fail at charades.”

You smack Tony lightly on the arm as everyone moves to gather in the living room. “Play nice.”

“This is me being nice,” Tony retorts, his grin widening.

The first game of the night is, of course, charades. Steve insists on explaining the rules for Loki’s benefit, though the process takes twice as long as it should due to Loki’s constant interruptions.

“So,” Loki drawls, lounging on the armrest of the couch as if he’s holding court, “the goal is to mime the word or phrase written on these slips of paper, and the others must guess it?”

“Exactly,” Steve says with a nod. “No talking, no sounds, no magic.”

Loki’s eyes gleam with amusement. “Ah, so we’re handicapping the cleverest participant. How democratic.”

Thor laughs heartily. “Do not fret, brother! You are quick of wit and nimble of limb. You shall excel!”

The game begins with Clint, who has everyone howling with laughter as he attempts to pantomime The Nutcracker by clumsily miming ballet moves. Then Natasha absolutely stumps the room with her eerily convincing impression of a reindeer. When it’s Loki’s turn, he strides to the center of the room with an air of unshakable confidence.

He picks a slip of paper, reads it, and smirks. “Child’s play.”

He lifts his arms dramatically, twirling in an exaggerated manner before freezing in an angular pose. You squint. Is he… trying to be a snowflake? A sugar plum fairy?

“Diva much?” Tony mutters.

Loki flicks a pointed finger toward Tony, who immediately begins sneezing uncontrollably.

“Loki!” you hiss.

“Oh, apologies,” Loki says innocently, snapping his fingers to end the spell. “Reflex.”

“Yeah, sure,” Tony grumbles, blowing his nose.

By the end of the round, no one has guessed Loki’s clue (which turns out to be Christmas Star), and he takes the loss with an overly dramatic bow. “Your minds are duller than I anticipated,” he declares, earning groans and playful boos from the group.

The games continue with varying levels of success. Loki utterly dominates at trivia, much to Tony’s irritation, answering every question with an air of effortless superiority. When someone asks how he knows so much about Midgardian history, Loki waves a dismissive hand. “One must study one’s enemies.”

“Romantic,” Tony deadpans.

It’s during a spirited game of “Pin the Nose on Rudolph” that things truly go off the rails. Loki is blindfolded, spinning in circles at Natasha’s insistence. You’re about to give him a playful nudge in the right direction when he suddenly stops spinning, tilts his head, and smirks.

“Oh no,” you mutter.

With a flourish of his hand, the room fills with an illusionary blizzard. Snow swirls in glittering spirals around everyone, obscuring Loki’s location.

“Is this supposed to be happening?” Clint asks, swiping at the air.

“Loki, stop showing off!” you shout, though your voice is nearly drowned out by Thor’s booming laughter.

When the snow clears, Loki is standing triumphantly in front of the poster, the red nose perfectly placed on Rudolph. He removes the blindfold with a smug flourish, his expression daring anyone to challenge his success.

Tony glares. “That’s cheating.”

“Cheating?” Loki repeats, feigning shock. “I simply used my… resources. Is that not allowed?”

“You’re impossible,” Tony grumbles, crossing his arms.

“And you are easily bested,” Loki retorts with a wicked grin.

You tug Loki aside, fixing him with a stern look. “Behave, or no Christmas cookies for you.”

He blinks, visibly offended. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Loki huffs but refrains from further magical interventions for the rest of the night. Or so you think.

Later, as everyone gathers for a gift exchange, Thor stands at the center of the room, holding a sprig of mistletoe aloft. “Behold!” he declares. “The enchanted plant of Midgardian love!”

“Oh no,” you murmur, recognizing the gleam in Loki’s eyes.

Thor, oblivious to the mischief brewing, insists on explaining the tradition in great detail, much to the amusement of the team. “It is said that those who find themselves beneath this plant must share a kiss. A curious but delightful custom!”

Loki seizes the opportunity, conjuring a mistletoe wreath that floats directly above you and him. The others groan in mock protest as Loki pulls you closer with a dramatic flair.

“Really?” you ask, though you’re already laughing.

“It’s tradition,” he murmurs, his voice velvet-smooth. He leans down to brush his lips against yours, his hands resting lightly on your waist. The kiss is soft and warm, a brief reprieve from the chaos.

“Ugh, get a room,” Tony mutters.

Loki pulls back just enough to smirk at Tony. “Jealous, Stark?”

“I’m going to puke.”

By the end of the night, Loki is seated by the fire, a mug of mulled wine in hand. You curl up beside him, exhausted but happy. The others are scattered around the room, some dozing, some still quietly chatting. Even Tony seems more relaxed, though he still throws Loki the occasional side-eye.

“So,” you say softly, resting your head on Loki’s shoulder. “What do you think of Christmas?”

“It’s peculiar,” he admits, his voice low. “But… enjoyable. With you.”

Your heart melts a little at the sincerity in his tone. You smile, reaching for his hand. “Merry Christmas, Loki.”

He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Merry Christmas, my darling.”

From across the room, Tony groans dramatically. “I’m going to need so much therapy after this.”

Loki smirks but doesn’t rise to the bait. For once, you’re proud of him. He’s learning.

Sort of.

As the party begins to wind down, most of the Avengers head off to their rooms, leaving you and Loki chatting by the fire. Eventually, even you excuse yourself to get ready for bed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before retreating down the hall. Loki lingers in the now-quiet room, the warm glow of the Christmas tree casting long shadows across the walls.

Thor, who had also lingered behind, pours himself another tankard of cider and plops onto the couch with the kind of loud sigh that only Thor can produce.

“Ah, brother,” Thor says, his cheeks rosy from drink, “was tonight not delightful? Such joy, such merriment! Midgardians may be odd, but their Yuletide traditions are quite charming.”

Loki raises an eyebrow at Thor’s obvious enthusiasm. “If by ‘charming’ you mean overly sentimental, then yes, I suppose.”

Thor chuckles, unbothered by Loki’s disdain. He gestures toward the Christmas tree, where brightly wrapped packages sit neatly in a pile beneath the branches. “And tomorrow, we shall partake in the exchanging of gifts! Another peculiar yet endearing custom.”

Loki turns his head sharply, his eyes narrowing. “Gifts?”

“Yes!” Thor booms, oblivious to Loki’s alarm. “The mortals exchange tokens of affection to celebrate the season. It’s a tradition to give something meaningful—though I must admit, I find the concept of wrapping them in paper rather odd. Why hide such treasures?”

Loki stares at the colorful packages as if they’ve suddenly materialized out of thin air. “Those… those are the gifts?”

“Indeed,” Thor replies, taking a hearty sip of cider. “Did you not notice? Everyone brings something to give to their companions. I myself have crafted the most splendid carving for Lady Natasha—an intricate likeness of a hawk! She will be most pleased.”

Panic flashes across Loki’s face, though he quickly schools his features into his usual mask of indifference. “I see,” he says carefully. “And… is this gift-giving obligatory?”

Thor laughs again. “It is not a matter of obligation, brother. It is a gesture of love and gratitude. Surely you have prepared something for Lady Y/N?”

Loki’s stomach twists. The thought had not even occurred to him. Gifts, he realizes with mounting horror, are a cornerstone of this holiday, and he has nothing for you. Worse, you likely have something for him.

He rises abruptly from his seat, his long coat swishing behind him. “Excuse me.”

Thor blinks. “Where are you going?”

“To rectify an oversight,” Loki says curtly, striding from the room.

Thor calls after him, “But the hour grows late, brother! You must—”

The door slams shut before Thor can finish.

Loki paces in his chambers, his mind racing. He cannot simply conjure a gift out of thin air—not for you. You are not just anyone. You are his everything, the rare soul who saw past his facade and dared to love him. A trinket or bauble would not suffice. It must be something extraordinary. Something meaningful.

But what?

His gaze falls on a small chest on the corner of his desk, one of the few items he had brought with him from Asgard. Slowly, he approaches it, his fingers brushing over the intricate carvings on its surface. Inside are fragments of his past—pieces of his life before everything unraveled. Among them, an idea begins to form.

The next morning, the common room buzzes with excitement as the team gathers for the gift exchange. You sit cross-legged by the tree, a mug of hot cocoa warming your hands, your cheeks flushed from the heat of the fire. Loki enters the room with his usual composed demeanor, though you notice the faintest hint of nervousness in his eyes.

You don’t mention it, though. Loki and nerves are rarely seen in the same room, and you don’t want to spoil whatever is brewing in that brilliant mind of his.

Steve starts handing out gifts, his boyish enthusiasm contagious. Wrapping paper flies, laughter fills the air, and even Tony’s snark is muted by the holiday spirit. You’re halfway through unwrapping a set of beautifully crafted leather gloves from Natasha when Loki approaches you.

“Darling,” he says, his voice low, almost hesitant.

You look up, surprised to see him holding a small, neatly wrapped package in his hands. The paper shimmers faintly, as if enchanted, and you can’t help but smile.

“For me?” you ask, your voice soft.

Loki nods, his expression unreadable. “It seems I have been… educated in the ways of Midgardian tradition. I hope you find it acceptable.”

You take the package from him, your heart fluttering at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. “I didn’t think you’d— I mean, I wasn’t expecting—”

“I noticed,” he interrupts, his lips quirking into a small smirk. “But you deserve to be surprised.”

You chuckle, your fingers carefully peeling away the wrapping. Inside, nestled in a bed of dark velvet, is a delicate necklace. The pendant is a swirling, shimmering stone that seems to contain an entire galaxy within its depths.

Your breath catches. “Loki… it’s beautiful.”

“It is more than that,” he murmurs, crouching beside you. “It is a fragment of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. I carried it with me for centuries, a piece of home that I thought I would always keep. But now… my home is wherever you are.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I love it,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “I love you.”

He holds you close, his hands resting gently on your back. “And I, you.”

When you pull back, you wipe at your eyes and reach for the small box you had tucked under the tree. “It’s not as grand as Yggdrasil, but… I got you something too.”

Loki accepts the box with an arched eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He removes the wrapping with the same precision he applies to everything, revealing a leather-bound journal embossed with intricate silver designs.

“I know you like to write,” you explain, suddenly feeling shy. “And I thought… maybe this could be a place for your thoughts. Or your plans. Or your poetry. Whatever you want.”

Loki runs his fingers over the cover, his expression softening in a way you rarely see. “It is perfect,” he says simply. “Thank you.”

He surprises you then, pulling you in for another kiss, this one deeper and filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache in the best way. Around you, the room erupts into exaggerated groans and cheers.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Tony calls out. “Break it up. Some of us are trying to digest.”

Loki pulls back, smirking at Tony. “Jealousy does not suit you, Stark.”

“Neither does PDA,” Tony shoots back.

You laugh, leaning your head against Loki’s shoulder as the festivities continue. The day stretches into afternoon, filled with warmth, laughter, and the joy of being surrounded by those you love. And though Loki may have started the night unsure of Midgardian traditions, he ends it with a newfound appreciation for the magic of Christmas—and for the gift that is your love.

The days following Christmas are filled with a contented warmth that lingers in the air like the scent of pine and mulled cider. Snow blankets the Stark compound, and the Avengers have settled into a rare, peaceful lull. For you and Loki, it’s an idyllic time. For Tony, it’s borderline intolerable.

It starts innocently enough: a lingering kiss as Loki helps you into your coat before a walk in the snow. A cozy moment by the fire with your head on his shoulder and his hand tracing idle patterns on your back. But soon, your affection for each other becomes less subtle. Or, as Tony puts it, “a full-blown rom-com in my living room.”

One evening, as the Avengers gather for a movie night, the popcorn bowl makes its way around the room. You and Loki are curled up on the oversized armchair, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Every so often, he leans down to murmur something in your ear, his voice low and teasing, his lips grazing the shell of your ear just enough to make you giggle.

Tony, sprawled on the couch with a soda in hand, finally has enough.

“Do you two mind?” he says, gesturing wildly with his drink. “Some of us are trying to watch the movie, not a live audition for The Notebook 2.”

Loki doesn’t even bother to glance in Tony’s direction. “You are free to avert your eyes, Stark.”

“Or your entire face,” you chime in, grinning.

The team laughs, though Tony’s scowl deepens. He jabs a finger at Loki. “Just so we’re clear, Lothario, I’ve got my eye on you.”

Loki finally turns, his expression one of exaggerated innocence. “Whatever for? I’m merely basking in the radiant company of your enchanting sister.”

Tony groans, burying his face in his hands. “Unbelievable. I’ve saved the world too many times for this.”

Natasha chuckles from her seat. “You should be used to public displays of affection by now, Tony. Didn’t you once make out with Pepper in the middle of a board meeting?”

“That was strategic,” Tony insists. “This is just… gratuitous.”

“Call it what you like,” Loki says smoothly, his fingers brushing along your arm. “I call it love.”

Thor claps a hand on Tony’s shoulder, nearly knocking him sideways. “Do not fret, Stark! Loki’s heart is true, and your sister has tamed even his sharpest edges. It is a union worth celebrating!”

Tony mutters something about regretting every decision that led to this moment.

Later that week, you and Loki are in the kitchen, attempting to bake cookies—a task that quickly devolves into a flour-filled mess. You’re laughing so hard at Loki’s utter confusion over measuring cups that you don’t notice Tony standing in the doorway until he clears his throat.

You turn, still grinning. “Hey, Tony. Want to join the fun?”

He eyes the chaos with a raised brow. “Fun is one word for it. Looks like a bakery exploded in here.”

Loki smirks, dusting flour off his hands. “Your sister has decided to teach me the fine art of Midgardian baking. It is… entertaining.”

“It’s also delicious,” you add, sneaking a bite of cookie dough.

Tony steps inside, crossing his arms. “Listen, Y/N, can I have a word? Alone.”

Loki raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest as Tony steers you into the adjoining room. Once you’re out of earshot, Tony sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair.

“Look, kid,” he starts, “I know you’re happy, and that’s great. Really. But Loki? Are we sure about this?”

You fold your arms, leveling him with a pointed look. “Tony, we’ve been over this. I love him. He loves me. End of story.”

“Yeah, but love doesn’t erase the whole ‘tried to conquer the planet’ thing. Or the ‘stabbed Coulson’ thing. Or the—”

You cut him off. “He’s changed. You know that. And if you don’t, then maybe you haven’t been paying attention.”

Tony sighs again, clearly conflicted. “I just… I worry about you, okay? You’re my little sister. I want you to have the best, and Loki… well, he’s a wildcard.”

“Wildcards make life interesting,” you say, softening your tone. “And Loki makes me happy, Tony. Happier than I’ve ever been.”

Tony groans, rubbing his temples. “Fine. But if he screws up—if he so much as looks at you wrong—I’m sending him back to Asgard in pieces. Deal?”

“Deal,” you say with a grin. “But you’ll see—he’s the real deal.”

As if on cue, Loki appears in the doorway, holding a tray of somewhat misshapen cookies. “Am I interrupting?”

“Always,” Tony mutters.

You roll your eyes and take one of the cookies, pulling Loki into a quick kiss. “Perfect timing, actually.”

Tony makes a gagging noise and waves you off. “Great. Fantastic. I’ll just be in my workshop, away from… whatever this is.”

Loki watches him go with a smirk. “He’s quite protective of you.”

“He is,” you say, leaning into him. “But he’ll come around.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

You grin, popping the rest of the cookie into your mouth. “Then he’ll just have to deal with it. I’m not going anywhere.”

Over the following days, Tony’s annoyance continues to simmer, especially as you and Loki grow even more comfortable with your affection. The stolen kisses in the hallway, the way Loki tucks your hair behind your ear, the private jokes that make you both laugh uncontrollably—all of it grates on Tony’s nerves. But eventually, even he has to admit that Loki’s devotion to you is genuine.

One evening, as you and Loki sit together by the fire, Tony passes by, shaking his head. “You know,” he says, pausing in the doorway, “for an ancient god of mischief, you’re a lot sappier than I expected.”

Loki smirks, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “And yet, your sister seems to find it endearing.”

Tony snorts. “Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.”

As he walks away, you catch the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Progress, you think. Slow, grudging progress. But progress nonetheless.

I don't really know why I keep writing Thor and Loki talking like that, I guess I just can't get past this lol

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Love, Lies And Loki~24

Summery: First Kick, Baby shower and weird cravings!

Characters: Loki x pregnant!wife!reader

Note: All characters except y/n are not mine!

||Master List||

25. Woven Together (requested!)

🍼 Little Mischiefs P-2 🎁

It was just past midnight, and the quiet of the house was only broken by the occasional rustle of tree branches brushing against the windows. Loki had finally managed to doze off, one arm thrown over the heap of pillows Y/N had constructed into a nest to support her ever-growing belly. The twins were nearing six months, and her body had begun insisting on more comfort than ever before.

But Y/N was not asleep.

Not even close.

She lay still for a few minutes, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to will herself to ignore the gnawing hunger that had crept up out of nowhere. It wasn’t just hunger—it was a craving. A very specific one.

She glanced at the time on the clock beside her.

12:41 a.m.

She whispered to herself, “I need pickles… and whipped cream.”

It sounded absurd even as the words left her lips, but the more she thought about it, the more irresistible the combination became. She gently moved Loki’s arm and began to slip out of bed, slow and careful.

But Loki’s eyes opened immediately.

“Darling?” His voice was still hoarse with sleep, but his senses were clearly alert. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry. I’m just… hungry,” she said sheepishly, her hand resting protectively on her belly.

Loki propped himself up on one elbow, eyeing her suspiciously. “You’ve already eaten more than Volstagg today. Are the little mischiefs not satisfied?”

She turned, a small smile playing at her lips. “They want something weird. I’m just going to the kitchen. Go back to sleep.”

But Loki had already swung his legs out of bed and reached for his robe. “If you’re going, I’m going with you. I won’t have you waddling around half-asleep and hungry at midnight. It’s dangerous.”

“Loki, it’s literally ten steps away—”

“Hush,” he said, already slipping his arm around her waist as they walked. “A queen of mischief and her royal cargo should never journey alone.”

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately but leaned into his side anyway.

In the kitchen, she opened the fridge and triumphantly pulled out a jar of pickles and a can of whipped cream. Loki stared.

“Please tell me you’re not planning to combine those.”

Y/N grinned. “I wasn’t… until just now.”

Loki watched in muted horror as she perched on a stool and expertly dipped a pickle into a swirl of cream.

“You can’t possibly enjoy that.”

She took a bite. Her eyes fluttered shut. “You have no idea.”

Loki narrowed his eyes as though the food itself had personally offended him. “That is abominable.”

“Wanna try?”

“Absolutely not. I have fought dragons, Y/N. I draw the line at dairy-coated vegetables.”

She laughed, and Loki felt a warmth spread through him—this domestic absurdity was his new normal, and somehow, it was everything.

Y/N polished off another pickle, then gasped suddenly, her eyes wide.

Loki instantly straightened. “What? What is it?”

She placed her hand on her stomach, stilling.

“Loki… I think they kicked.”

“What?” He knelt instantly beside her stool, pressing his hands gently against the bump. “Here? Do it again, little beasts!”

She chuckled, guiding his hand. A moment later, there it was—a distinct flutter, followed by a firmer thump.

Loki’s eyes widened in wonder. “By the Norns…”

Y/N could see the exact moment his usual smugness melted away, replaced with pure awe.

“That was them,” he whispered.

She nodded. “They’re real, Loki.”

He leaned in, kissed her belly softly, then looked up at her, his voice reverent. “They’re perfect.”

⸻

A soft spring sun beamed down over their backyard, where round tables were dressed in pastel linens and tiny floating clouds of illusion-magic hung overhead like little puffs of joy. It had been Loki’s idea—“Why not create charm-enhanced clouds instead of mere balloons?”—and he had spent the better part of the morning fine-tuning their glow to match Y/N’s favorite shades of blue and lilac.

Y/N stood barefoot in the grass, one hand cradling her bump and the other resting on her hip as she watched the final touches being placed.

“Okay, but do we really need illusion foxes handing out cupcakes?” she teased, watching as a glamoured little white fox trotted up to a platter of vanilla treats.

Loki, dressed in a lightweight green tunic and a golden circlet, gave her a pleased smile. “Absolutely. You are the goddess of this celebration, and no goddess throws a dull party.”

“You say that like I’m actually divine,” she murmured.

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm gently around her. “You are—perhaps not by birthright, but by spirit, by strength, and by how completely you’ve enchanted me.”

Y/N blinked away the sudden warmth in her eyes. “You’re not allowed to be this sweet before guests arrive. I need to keep my mascara intact.”

Just then, a booming voice echoed from beyond the house. “Did someone say party?”

Thor appeared, practically glowing with excitement. Beside him stood Brunnhilde, dressed in a sleek silver jumpsuit and carrying a gift wrapped in shimmering blue paper.

“I brought ale!” Thor bellowed.

“And I brought a bottle for the pregnant woman,” Brunnhilde said dryly, holding up a fancy bottle of sparkling fruit juice.

Y/N laughed and waddled forward to hug them both. “You two are officially my favorite Asgardians.”

“Hey!” Loki said indignantly.

Brunnhilde grinned. “He’s a close second.”

As more guests trickled in—Natasha, Sam, Bucky, even Doctor Strange, begrudgingly holding a baby rattle encased in a containment charm—Y/N was overwhelmed by the love and care surrounding her.

After games (Thor enthusiastically failed the “guess the baby food” challenge), cake (two-tiered and decorated with mischief-themed frosting), and lots of laughter, the group moved on to presents.

Y/N unwrapped tiny booties enchanted by Wanda to keep feet warm forever, a miniature Mjolnir rattle carved from enchanted wood, and a cloak embroidered with golden runes—“To match their father’s arrogance,” Brunnhilde quipped.

Toward the end, Loki brought forward a slim box wrapped in emerald green.

Y/N opened it to find a pair of matching bracelets—delicate, golden, and laced with starlight magic.

“They’re protection charms,” he said softly. “So that even when I’m not near, they’ll always feel my presence.”

Y/N’s throat tightened. “Loki…”

He pressed a hand to her cheek. “I just want them to grow up knowing they are never alone. That their father is always watching over them.”

She cupped his face in return, eyes wet. “They’ll know, Loki. They’ll feel it. Because they’ll see it every day in how you love us.”

And then, with the sun sinking low and the sky painted in soft hues, Loki knelt before her, resting both hands on her belly and whispering in Old Norse, words only the wind understood.

“Protect your mother. Listen to her. She is everything.”

⸻

The house was finally quiet. Empty cups and ribbons scattered across the kitchen counters, leftover cupcakes tucked away in boxes, and colorful wrapping paper shimmered under the moonlight filtering through the windows. The baby shower had been a beautiful chaos—Thor’s booming laughter still echoed in Y/N’s ears, Brunnhilde’s mischievous toast about future godling twins, and Natasha’s gentle questions about how she was feeling lately. Everyone had smiled, joked, celebrated.

It should have been perfect.

But now that it was over, the echo of laughter had given way to silence, and something Y/N couldn’t name twisted inside her. She padded barefoot to the backyard, tugging one of Loki’s old green shawls around her shoulders as the evening breeze kissed her skin. She didn’t want to turn on the garden lights. She didn’t want to explain why her throat was tight or why she’d been smiling all day while a strange weight settled on her chest.

The soft creak of the wooden swing welcomed her like an old friend. She sat gently, her hand instinctively settling over her growing belly. The twins. It should’ve been a memory to treasure.

And it was. Mostly.

But somewhere in the hidden corners of her heart, something stirred. Something fragile.

She didn’t hear Loki approach at first—he was quiet when he wanted to be. But she knew the moment he stepped outside, a wave of familiar magic brushing her skin like a whisper.

“Sweetheart?”

His voice was low, tentative. He didn’t want to startle her.

She didn’t turn her head, but her hand clenched slightly in the fabric of his shawl.

“I saw you weren’t in bed,” he said gently, crossing the distance between them.

She didn’t reply. She didn’t know how.

Loki moved slowly, as if unsure whether to press further. When he reached her, he hesitated just a moment before sitting on the swing beside her, careful not to make it sway too harshly.

Moonlight painted silver across his face, catching the worry etched between his brows.

“Y/N,” he murmured again, this time softer. “What’s wrong, love?”

She exhaled shakily, still staring straight ahead. The garden around them was quiet save for the breeze through the trees and the faint hum of magic in the earth.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I think… I should be happy.”

“You are happy,” Loki said, but the words weren’t defensive. They were hopeful. Fragile.

“I am,” she nodded slowly, blinking back fresh tears. “I am. But also… not. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Loki didn’t interrupt. He simply waited, watching her, waiting to understand.

Y/N finally turned her head toward him, her voice trembling. “Do you ever feel like you’re not enough?”

Loki blinked. He wasn’t expecting that. “For what?”

“For this,” she gestured vaguely to herself, to the house, to the entire world they’d built. “For the life we have. For you. For our children.”

Loki’s expression softened, but he didn’t immediately reassure her. He didn’t say that’s not true, or don’t think like that.

He leaned in slightly, voice low. “Where is this coming from?”

She swallowed hard. “I heard your mother’s name mentioned today. Frigga. Thor told me once that she was everything—powerful, wise, magical. She taught you everything you knew. And when I look at myself… I’m not her. I don’t come from magic or royalty. I’m just me. A fashion designer with shaky hands and hormone-fueled meltdowns. What if I can’t give them what they need?”

Loki’s jaw tensed for a moment—but not in anger. Just pain. He reached for her hand slowly and curled his fingers over hers.

“You are not just anything, darling. You are everything.”

“But Loki—”

“No,” he said, more firmly. “Don’t do that. Don’t compare yourself to someone you never needed to become.”

She tried to look away, but he cupped her chin gently, turning her eyes back to his.

“My mother was incredible. I loved her more than words. But you are not meant to be her. You are you. And our children—our twins—will love you for exactly who you are.”

Y/N’s lip quivered. “But what if I mess it up? What if I can’t protect them?”

Loki’s hand slid from her chin to her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears.

“Then I will protect you all. I will shield you with every part of me. That is not your burden alone. We are in this together, always.”

She leaned into his palm, eyes falling closed. “I feel so strange lately. Like my emotions are bouncing everywhere. I was crying over spilled tea yesterday.”

“I remember,” he said, with the ghost of a smile. “You accused the kettle of betrayal.”

Y/N let out a broken laugh, curling closer to him, the tension in her shoulders slowly loosening.

“I just… I want to be strong for them. I want to be strong for you.”

“And I want you to know,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple, “that strength isn’t about never being scared. Or never doubting. Strength is sitting in the moonlight, baring your soul, and letting yourself be seen. You’re already stronger than you know, my love.”

She breathed slowly. “You always know what to say.”

“That’s because I know you,” he said. “Every little spark and storm. And I wouldn’t trade this life with you for all the thrones in all the realms.”

Y/N pulled back just slightly to meet his eyes. “Promise?”

“I swear it,” he said, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “You—we—are the magic I never thought I’d be allowed to have.”

The tears came again, but this time softer. Healing.

Loki wrapped his arm around her shoulders and guided her to rest against his chest. The swing creaked gently beneath them, and the stars blinked above, listening quietly.

“I’m scared sometimes too,” he admitted, after a long pause.

“You are?”

He nodded. “Terrified. That I’ll do something wrong. That I won’t know how to be a father. That I’ll somehow pass along the worst parts of me.”

Y/N looked up at him, eyes wide. “You could never.”

“I could,” he said gently. “But I won’t. Not if I have you beside me.”

There was a long silence between them, but it wasn’t heavy. It was full of quiet warmth, the kind only shared by those who knew the weight of love and chose it anyway.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “I love you more.”

“No, I do.”

He chuckled softly. “We could go on like this for hours.”

“We have,” she laughed, her mood slowly brightening. “Remember our first anniversary? You argued for twenty minutes that I loved you more.”

“And I was right.”

Y/N shook her head, resting her hand on her belly. “I think the twins might have opinions on that.”

Loki placed his hand beside hers, feeling the soft magic still humming within her. “They’ll know their mother is the fiercest, most radiant soul the realms have ever seen.”

She smiled, tilting her head against his. “Will you stay out here with me a little longer?”

“For eternity, if you ask.”

And so, beneath the stars, on the creaky wooden swing in their backyard, they sat. The goddess and her god. The mother and the father. Two souls tangled in love, in worry, in promise.

A soft wind swept through the garden, and a single white bloom opened on a vine nearby—out of season, shimmering with faint gold.

Magic.

Love.

Life.

And the promise of all things to come.

-to be continued

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Pairing: Alastor x Carmine!Reader

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He lurked in the background, observing the lovely doe before him grazing on grass. She was a sweet thing that was none the wiser of his presence as he slowly snuck up towards her.

He did his best to muffle the static radiating off him. He was normally able to keep it under control, but lately, he'd been out of sorts. He could deny it as much as he wanted, but everyone knew what was happening. Further proof came in how he spotted the markings of a nearby tree as he got closer to the doe, leading him to release an audible growl, alerting the doe of his presence.

It was too late for her, however, since a large, dark tentacle pierced her middle, killing her in an instant. He pounced on the carcass and took a giant chunk of it by ripping it with his teeth. For the majority of the time, he isn't so primal with his food and takes his time with it. That day and the past few had him unreasonably angry at everyone and everything.

He was mad at Carmilla for speaking with him, Y/N for not giving him a chance to explain himself, and at himself for letting her go. At that moment, he was mad at what was carved on the tree, which now looked over him and made him feel more judged for his recent actions.

It didn't help that he still remembered how the markings got there...

Months ago...

"Husker, my good man! I need you to serve only the finest bottle of wine tonight, you hear?!"

Everyone was caught off guard by Alastor's presence, seeing him trudge down the hotel stairs more animated than usual.

"I want things to be 100% top-notch this evening for me and my gal,"

"Aww, Alastor," Charlie approached him at the bar with curiosity and intrigue. "Do you have a friend stopping by?"

"Suppose you can say that," Alastor replied, still practically beaming as his shadow was conjured up with a mirror so he could adjust his bowtie and spruce up his hair. "I'm inviting a special someone to the hotel. Someone I've grown accustomed to after spending time with her."

"Oh shit! Am I hearing things right?!" Angel was the next to approach Alastor after hearing this bombshell. "Big, scary Alastor found someone he's willing to get it on with?"

Alastor snapped his head away from his reflection to glare at Angel, but it was only a second or two before regaining his composure. "I wouldn't put it so crudely, but yes. I have been courting someone."

Charlie practically squealed upon hearing the news. "That's great! I'm so happy to hear such news! She must be quite special to get you so happy and want to make this a lovely night for you both."

"Special, or out of her fuckin' mind..." Husk grumbled from the bar so only Vaggie, who joined the rest of the group, could hear and silently nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, my dear. I do request one thing. My lady love is a very private person and would rather keep our relationship under wraps for the time being. I assume you all can refrain from any gossip that can be conjured from our romance."

"Of course! Your secret is safe-"

"Why exactly do we need to keep this a secret?" Vaggie interrupted her girlfriend to offer the usual suspicion she reserved just for him. "You're not trying to rope us into some shady business, are you?"

Alastor refrained from rolling his eyes. She was always so distrustful.

His relationship with Y/N might've started as a potential business and a possible deal, especially since it was so easy to capture her heart so her soul would've been no problem. The more time spent with her, however, it instead was slowly turning into something else - something dearer that left him so unsure. Instead of him getting something out of her, he always made sure she'd want for absolutely nothing, no soul required.

He wondered how he could've gone through life and death not knowing such an endearing, trusting darling. She was kind and gentle but didn't possess any of the bubbly naivete Charlie did. She was not only aware of where they were but also came from a family of assailants and weapons dealers who raised her to be alert and to fend for herself. He both feared and admired that along with how she accepted him for who he was and never judged the darkest parts of himself.

It was all so new and a bit alarming, whatever this was. He just knew he had to keep a good hold on it--

----

Alastor's thoughts were interrupted by a tapping at his door. No doubt Charlie chose to stop by to check on him after he charged back to the hotel a few days ago, after his fallout with Y/N.

It wasn't the princess' dulcet tones that implored him, however, after some insistent knocking. Instead, Alastor heard a more unwelcoming voice that under more proper circumstances he'd find entertaining.

"Alastor?" Vaggie continued to call out to him outside his room. "Come on, let me in. We need to talk."

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Request: Loki and Y/N meet Captain James Conrad while on vacation in South Africa. Y/N mentions to Loki how much James looks like him. Loki denies it. Loki and Y/N end up going on a dangerous adventure with James.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed what I wrote :)

It was supposed to be a quiet getaway.

You had begged Loki for a “normal” vacation, no Asgardian wars, no magical relics, no portals to realms that smelled like sulfur and misfortune. Just sunshine, wildlife, and a bit of peace. Loki, ever the reluctant companion, had agreed with an eye-roll and a muttered, “Mortals and their heat-stroke havens.”

They landed in Cape Town and began a scenic trip through South Africa, heading north toward Kruger National Park. The golden savannahs rolled endlessly, dotted with acacia trees and wildlife that made even Loki’s frostbound heart stir.

On the fourth day, they met him.

You spotted the man first, tall, broad-shouldered, rugged with a sun-worn face and piercing eyes. He was talking to a local guide near their safari truck, his voice rough with command but tinged with charm.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, elbowing Loki in the ribs. “He looks exactly like you.”

Loki scoffed, adjusting his sunglasses. “Ridiculous. He looks nothing like me.”

You grinned. “Same jawline. Same nose. Same cheekbones. And the smug look? Dead match.”

Loki narrowed his eyes and observed the man closely. There was something familiar, maybe it was the confidence, the way he held himself like someone who’d been through hell and lived to glare about it.

They didn’t have long to wonder.

The man strode toward them, noticing the way you had been looking at him. “You two headed north?” he asked. “I’m Captain James Conrad. There has been some odd activity near Limpopo. The locals are nervous. You don’t want to be caught unaware.”

You blinked. “Captain Conrad? Like, Skull Island Conrad?”

James tilted his head. “That was a long time ago. But yes.”

Loki stepped forward, posture regal and faintly amused. “And what does a captain of monsters want with two tourists?”

Conrad gave Loki a once-over. “You look familiar.”

You beamed. “Told you.”

Loki ignored you and turned to James. “We’re just sightseeing.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Then you might want to keep your eyes open. Something’s stirring in the bush. I’ve seen signs, large footprints, broken trees, and gutted antelopes. Whatever it is, it’s not from around here.”

That’s when the roar came.

It rumbled through the trees deep, guttural, and distinctly not lion-like.

Within minutes, the three of you were in Conrad’s jeep, speeding toward the disturbance. Loki had conjured his daggers without even thinking, and you held tightly to the rail, half-thrilled, half-terrified.

They found the remains of a camp, tents shredded, supplies scattered, and a claw mark across a boulder the size of a car.

“What the hell is that?” You whispered.

James knelt beside the claw print. “This isn’t anything native. And it’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this.”

Loki’s voice was quiet. “This is...not of Midgard.”

You looked between them, the mirroring expressions, the stoic intensity. “Okay, seriously. Are you sure you two aren’t clones?”

James gave Loki a crooked smirk. “Could be worse things to look like.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “You’re too dirty to be my clone.”

“I fight in the dirt. You look like you complain when your boots scuff.”

You raised your hands. “Alright, boys. Focus. Giant clawed monster. Remember?”

The next few days were a whirlwind. The creature, an ancient thing disturbed by illegal mining deeper in the savannah, was stalking nearby villages. Loki, James, and you formed an uneasy alliance, combining James’s survival skills, your sharp mind, and Loki’s magic.

There were close calls, Loki saving James from being crushed under a collapsing ridge, you talking down a frightened village chief, James dragging Loki out of the jaws of the beast (while Loki indignantly shouted that he had it under control).

By the end of the ordeal, the creature was sealed in an ancient chasm, and the three of them stood under the starlit sky, covered in dust, sweat, and the glow of shared victory.

James looked at Loki and smirked. “Still think we don’t look alike?”

Loki sniffed. “Your chin is inferior.”

You laughed, pulling them both into a photo. “I’m keeping this. The moment I got Loki and his rugged twin to play nice.”

James nodded to Loki. “If you ever get tired of royalty, we could use you out here.”

Loki smirked. “And if you ever tire of chasing monsters, perhaps I’ll lend you a kingdom.”

You sighed. “Best vacation ever.”

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Imagine if Eri Reader met Unicorns (But they’re known for being incredibly dangerous and impossible to tame, as they don’t even obey the highest of ranked Gods because of their greedy and selfish nature) and yet Y/N isn’t in any kind of danger as they’re just nuzzling her and calmly eating the apples she’s feeding them (Until Buddha comes to the conclusion that the flock of Unicorns might think Reader is one of their own because of her horn and her pure soul)

As Unicorns while impossible to tame and are very dangerous, they’ll never harm those with pure souls (As they’ll protect them from evil and guide them to safety)

They all start to panic when they figure out the Flock of Unicorns basically adopted Y/N as one of their own as they’re trying to take her with them (Who’s ready to fist fight some Unicorns to get their ‘Baby Girl/Sister’ back? Other’s thought it hilarious that Unicorns believe Y/N’s one of them only to panic when the Flock is trying to take off with her on their backs’ and who’s screaming in horror that Y/N is being kidnapped and yelling ‘Not my BABY!’) I had WAAY too much fun with this

-It had been a nice day, not too hot, the sun was shining, flowers were blooming, it was a perfect day for a picnic and your family wanted to take you out after you beamed so brightly when Adam asked if you wanted to go on a picnic.

-You were in Lu Bu’s arms, hugging him as you looked around in awe, seeing the large meadow and all the trees and flowers, feeling the warm sunshine on your cheeks.

-There were blankets everywhere, as everyone had been split into groups, so everyone could have ample space, and you were the only one allowed to go to the different groups, spending time with each of them.

-It was fun to run around, rolling in the grass, getting a little dirty, it was like you were a normal kid again.

-You were throwing a ball with Loki, Apollo, Hermes, Goll, and Kojiro when Loki threw it a little too hard, sending it over your head and you smiled, being the closest, “I’ll get it!”

-They watched as you went into the bushed, waiting for you to return, but you did not and instantly they were rushing over, calling out your name, sounding the alarm.

-Despite being very protected, there were still some gods and humans who had been bold enough to try to come and steal you away, to force you to use your ability for their own gains, and when you didn’t come back, they feared the worse!

-The area was filled with your family calling out your name, rushing after you, worried about you before they all came to a skidding halt, eyes going wide.

-Before them, in a smaller meadow was you and you were being nuzzled softly by a small herd of unicorns, your hands reaching up to pet them gently.

-Your family was stunned, as unicorns never approached others willingly- only if they deemed them pure of heart, otherwise they were fierce and hostile to all others.

-To see you being treated so gently by such dangerous creatures was unnerving, as they didn’t want you to get hurt.

-Hercules hesitated as he kneeled, trying to not seem like a threat, and whispered loudly, “Y/N!” You turned, hearing the whisper and while you smiled, the unicorns’ heads all snapped to look at large group in unison- seeing the intruders.

-Your family froze, not wanting them to take off running and hurt you, and seeing them making no other moments, a few of the unicorns turned their attention back to you.

-One of the females was nuzzling against your own horn and Jack pondered out loud, “Do you think they see Y/N as a unicorn as well- due to her having a horn as well?”

-Hades nodded, trying to figure out what to do, “It is possible, but I can’t say for sure.”

-The biggest of the herd, the leader, bent his neck down to you, nuzzling softly against your cheek, making you giggle lightly before you patted his nose, “Bye-bye unicorns- I’m going home now.”

-You turned, picking up the ball that was by your feet and went to head back to your family when you felt a tug on the back of your shirt.

-You turned, seeing the herd leader holding onto you, keeping you from going to your family as you tilted your head, confused, “Huh? What’s wrong?”

-Another stepped in front of you, blocking your path as they tried to herd you away from the gods and humans, seeing you as one of their own, a baby that didn’t know better.

-You started to panic, not wanting to go away from them, “Big brothers? Papa? Mama?”

-The herd leader picked you up, making you cry out in surprise before it placed you on the back of another adult, much to everyone’s surprise.

-They then took off running.

-MY BABY!!! Immediately charging after the herd, trying to keep them in sight as he shouted, “Hold on tight Y/N! We’re coming!!” He had no idea this was going to happen when he found you with the unicorns. He had to get you back and quick! He kept chasing until you were able to grab a low hanging branch, being swept off the back of the unicorn before he quickly had you in his arms, hugging you close. The unicorns stared at him, as if to say, ‘watch your back’, but he didn’t care, you were safe back with them.

            -Hercules, Adam, Ares, Apollo, Loki, Zeus, Raiden, Shiva, Buddha, Nikola, and Qin Shi Huang

-Oh lord- he couldn’t help but face palm as half of the group gave chase, watching them chase the unicorns into the bushes, leaving with you. He knew it was pointless to give chase to a unicorn on their turf, but there was no ignoring that you had been kidnapped by surprisingly dangerous creatures. While not a threat to you, they weren’t able to care for you, and the unicorns seemed intent on keeping you away from your family. He started upstream, to meet up with the chasing group, unaware that the unicorns had split off, to confuse the chasers, before the one carrying you put you down somewhere safe, to hide you. He was surprised when you walked out of the bushes, trying to get back but you were lost. He smiled when you saw him, running towards you and he kneeled so you could leap up into his arms, hugging him close before he stood, “Let’s go home.” You nodded, smiling at him.

            -Lu Bu, Thor, Kojiro, Poseidon, Jack, Hades, Beelzebub, Leonidas, Hermes, and Odin

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Edge of Sanity

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count:

Notes: Am I aging myself when I ask if yall remember that song that’s like “I’m hot cause I’m fly you ain’t cause you not” because that song was HUGE when I was a kid

Day 11: Edging

You walk into the room silently, setting your purse down on the chair. 

Loki hasn’t said a word in at least 45 minutes. He comes in behind you, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up and you turn around to face him. 

“Hi,” you wave sheepishly “So uh h-how was your night?” 

He looks at you, tilting his head and you shrink down a little 

“I-I brought home cake! You liked the cake right?” You hold up the little plate and he stalks past you over to the closet, walking in. You cringe, setting the cake down on the counter before following after him 

“I-I stayed next to Thor when you went to the bathroom” You stand next to him as he’s putting away his tie carefully. He’s so meticulous about things, his side of the walk-in closet is beautifully organized, everything perfectly in its place. He promised he’d take a day to do your side as well 

You pull open the drawer he keeps his rings in and smile as sweetly as you possibly can, batting your eyelashes. He stops mid-pulling his ring off and sighs, turning to look at you

“You know what to do” 

And you do. 

You turn with your head down, pouting and wrapping your arms around yourself as you drag your feet over to your side of the closet. You strip down as slowly as possible, putting your clothes away neatly, making sure to put your jewelry on the little tree instead of in the little trinket tray like you normally do after a party. 

“If I’m undressed before you are, you’re going to pay very dearly for it” 

You know that’s the only kind of warning he’s going to give you and you put it into high gear, stripping down to the dark green lace bra and panties you’d worn on purpose that night, always wanting to be in his colors in some way. 

You leave your dainty gold necklace on and turn to look over at him, only to find him staring you down. You tilt your head and his gaze darkens as he drinks you in, his eyes rolling over your curves. You watch his hand move, his fingers flowing gracefully and you whimper as soon as you feel your necklace replaced with something a bit heavier, the golden collar he’d made for you himself locks around your neck. 

“Go lie down” 

You do as he says, your heart pounding in your ears as you walk back into the bedroom, right over to the large canopy bed, and climb onto it, he loved his dramatics that’s for sure.

You sit on the end of the bed, your hands in your lap as you stare down at them. You don’t even hear his footsteps until he’s standing in front of you. His black sweatpants hang low on his hips and you lick your lips. 

“Did you honestly think I’d let you get away with it?” The tip of his finger gently tilts your head up to look at him and you make your eyes as wide and innocent as you can 

“I-I’m-”

“Shhhh sh sh sh I don’t want to hear your mouth anymore” he grips your chin in his fingers now and you wince a little, he knows how much you can take, so it’s fine. 

“You have the audacity, to try and apologize to me, pet?” His tone is scathing and you whimper. He pulls you down onto the floor by your face and you sit on your butt, your palms flat on the floor. 

“You played your game my love, and now you’re going to pay for it” 

You’d been at a banquet that night and you’d done everything you could think of to get a rise out of him, all because he’d danced with the Mayor's wife. He didn’t want to in the least, but she’d literally cut in, and ever the gentleman he was he allowed it, dancing with her and giving her a bow as the song ended. He found you in Steve’s arms, giggling and cuddling up to him and Steve was just eating it up, cooing over how adorable you were. 

That wasn’t even close to everything you’d done. You’d ignored him, let Tony make his little jokes, and giggled at them. But really what sealed the deal that night, besides you completely not listening to anything he told you to do was when you’d slow danced with his stupid brother. 

You laid your head on his chest as he held you tightly to him. He leaned in close, whispering in your ear about how angry Loki looked. And sure you were giggling and laughing about it, until the song was over and Thor brought you over to him. He laughed, complimenting what a wonderful dancer you were and how cute you were, and the second you saw his face… you knew you’d gone too far. 

He walks away from you, telling you to “stay” right there. You nod quickly, eagerly listening as he goes back into the closet and comes out with a silk bag, you watch curiously as he stops at the side of the bed and crooks his finger at you, beckoning you over. You go to get up and suddenly you’re forced back down by something, your head snaps up and he tilts his head to you. 

“Hands and knees puppy. Like the bitch you are” 

Your mouth drops open and you stare at him for a minute, taking in what he just said and trying to ignore the way it practically drenches your panties. He pats the bed and you glare as you climb up on it, sitting on your legs.

“Lie down” He nods, with a sadistic grin and you do as he says, lying on your back. He kneels on the bed and slips your panties off with ease, looking at them for a moment before deciding to stuff them in your mouth. You whine around them, tasting yourself and he pets your head lovingly. 

“Before the night is over, I will have you begging for release. I’m not even all that sure you’re going to get it. To- to flirt with my brother in front of me? Oh, my love, I could just have your head” 

His gaze is dark as you gulp, you know you’re in trouble and there’s a tiny little part of you that’s thrilled about it. You wriggle and squirm, trying to free yourself from his hold as he watches you, helpless and needy. 

It won’t work, you know it won’t. You’re nowhere near as strong as he is, you could only dream to break one of his spells and he takes great pleasure in that. 

“Now, let’s see what we can do about that attitude of yours” Loki's voice is low and sultry and he gets onto the bed next to you. He lays down, propping himself up on his elbow, and reaches out to gently caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips. You lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed.

“You're so beautiful, my love” He whispers against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. You whimper softly, biting your lip and he grins wickedly. He can feel your heart racing, and it only fuels his desire to punish you even more. 

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while his hand slides between your legs, teasing your clit with feather-light touches.

Your body shudders at his touch and you mewl softly, trying to wriggle your hips but something is still holding you completely still. 

“I-I’m sorry Loki” You whimper, looking at him with wide, wet eyes. “I- I was just so jealous that’s all!” 

He laughs at your begging, enjoying the power he has over you in this moment.

“What's the matter, little witch? Can't handle a little teasing after all the trouble you caused?”

He continues his assault on your body, his fingers circling your clit faster now but never quite giving you the pressure you need. His mouth moves down to your breasts again, sucking hard on one nipple while pinching the other.

“You're not going to cum until I command you to do so, understand? I'm in control here, and I am going to make you earn your release”

He thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that drives you wild. But just as you start to get close, he pulls them out, leaving you empty and desperate while you cry out, your hips chasing nothing. 

“I don’t think you heard me. You don't get to cum that easily. I'm going to keep you on the edge until you're a sobbing, pleading mess. And then, maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll let you cum on my cock”

He grinds his hard length against you, letting you feel how turned on this is making him. But he makes no move to actually enter you, keeping you extremely frustrated.

“P-please please I need your cock inside me so badly, please. I was a bad girl, I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

You don’t care how dumb you sound at this point, but you know him, and you know he won’t give you what you want unless you fully submit to him. He’d always had a thing for how submissive you could be, that was one of the things that had made him love you in the first place. 

He smirks at your desperate pleas, feeling his cock throb with desire. He loves seeing you like this, so needy and willing to do anything for him.

He continues to tease you, his fingers just barely grazing your clit and his thumb pressing against your entrance. He can feel you trying to push yourself onto his hand, seeking more friction, but that bond holds you in place.

“Come now, Pet. Use your words. Tell me how badly you want my cock inside you. I want to hear you beg for it like the desperate little slut you are.”

He leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“You know what happens to bad girls who don't beg properly, don't you? They get punished even more. So be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want.”

He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and your eyes roll back, the teasing seemingly endless.

“P-please my love, my King. I’m begging you I need your cock in me, I can’t live without it, I don’t want to live without it please, please put it in me” You have little tears in your eyes as you beg him, your voice shaking with each word. 

You know you’ve got him there by the way his eyes light up as he looks down on you. He blinks slowly like he’s considering things for a moment. 

He finally positions himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. He can feel you trying to push yourself onto him, but he holds your hips firmly in place.

“Oh I’ll give you my cock… you’ve earned that much. But I’m going to fuck you how I want to and I don’t want to hear a single word out of you” 

With that, he slowly pushes his cock into you, inch by agonizing inch, savoring the way your tight walls grip him. He lets out a satisfied groan and your eyes roll back as he settles into you. 

“So perfect” He whispers, his eyes flashing with hunger. He leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues to hold himself still inside you. After a moment, he breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes.

“You ready for me?” You can feel his cock twitch as he asks and you nod eagerly your eyes filled with a deep desire

He smiles and starts to move, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, setting a slow, torturous pace. He watches your face as he does this, reveling in the way you squirm and moan beneath him. He likes to watch how helpless you are sometimes, how small and fragile you are. 

“What a good little pet” he purrs “Taking my cock so well” 

Your toes curl and he smirks, pushing your knees up to your chest as he picks up the pace slightly, his hips snapping against yours as he drives into you deeper and harder. His hand reaches down to rub your clit, overwhelming you even more and overstimulating you. 

“You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it.”

He says it with such a nasty tone, his words are venom as they breathe down your neck. 

“Take it, my little witch. Take my cock like the fucking slut you are” 

He can feel you getting closer to the edge, your body tensing beneath him. But just as you’re about to cum, he pulls out, leaving you empty and wanting.

You sob out, trying to fight against the invisible force keeping you in place. 

“No! No please no!” You shriek and he laughs at your pain, covering your mouth  with his hand 

“You honestly think I’d let you cum that easily?” 

He flips you over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, entering you from behind. He reaches around to play with your clit, rubbing it in circles as he thrusts into you. He can feel you getting close again, your body shaking with need.

“Please. Please I said I was sorry please”

He can feel your desperation, the way your body is trembling with need. He knows you’re right on the edge, ready to explode at any moment. But he's not ready to let you cum yet.

“Oh, you want it that badly, huh? Well, let's see if you're ready for it”

He reaches around and grabs your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. He increases the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you harder and deeper than before. 

You claw at the blankets and your knees spread apart wider, slipping him deeper inside you. 

“P-please” you gasp out, getting a bit dizzy and he sighs, holding your neck tighter. 

“Well. Since you asked oh so nicely…”

He leans down and bites your shoulder, growling in your ear as he feels you cum. Your walls clench around him, milking his cock as you scream out in pleasure.

As much as he’d like to go on, tease you even longer he knows he can’t, not when you’re so tight around him. He thrusts deep inside you, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he cums. He groans loudly, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. He thrusts shallowly, working his cum deeper inside you as you both ride out your highs. 

He finally pulls out, collapsing to the side of you and pulling your soft into his. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling slowly, kissing your head softly. 

“I think you’ve learned your lesson my love” His tone is gravelly and you blush, snuggling into him. He wraps his arms tighter around you, stroking your soft skin. He places gentle kisses over your face and you giggle sleepily, your eyes closing slowly. 

“I have, I promise” 

“And you’ll be good from now on?” He puts his head on yours and you nod… crossing your fingers 

“Oh yeah definitely”

[harrypotterfan86]

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕰𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕷𝖔𝖐𝖎

Characters: Loki, you (the reader), Thor, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Frigga (mentioned)

Warnings: There aren't really any for this one. It's just fluff

Authors note: This isn't proof read and I lost motivation at the end so sorry about that. And I meant to have this posted by Christmas but obviously that didn't happen so I apologize for that as well

Italics: Backstory

Bold: Normal story

Word count: 2.3k

It was Christmas Eve in the Avengers Tower and everyone was relaxing. Everybody had been convinced by Thor to wear matching Christmas jumpers together. Steve and Thor were happily decorating the Christmas tree while Natasha and Clint baked cookies together. Bruce was sitting on the sofa, chuckling softly as Tony refused to help because he was being dramatic. Loki however, was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Loki?" You say as you step into the living room, looking around at everyone. Thor looked up from the tree at the mention of Loki. "He's in his room. He says he's not in the Christmas spirit" Thor says with a slight roll of his eyes. "Oh? How come?" You say, curiosity lacing your voice. "Christmas is a time for being joyful, full of fun and cheer. As you can guess, Loki isn't interested in any of those. As much as I've tried to convince him." Thor explained with a slight shake of his head, returning to decorating the tree. "I'll go talk to him. I'm sure I can convince him to do something besides read." You say quite confidently. "Be my guest. Just try not to get too annoyed by him". Thor says with a small chuckle, continuing to decorate the tree. You smile a bit and start walking towards Loki's room, gently knocking on his door once you're in front of it. Loki paused what he was doing for a moment, looking towards the door as he sat up. "Come in." He called out from his spot on his sofa, a book in his hand. You walk into his room looking around for a couple seconds before speaking. "Why don't you come and decorate or bake with us?" Loki rolled his eyes dramatically. "Because I do not wish to be forced to join whatever ridiculous Christmas festivities you and the others decide we should partake in. It's ridiculous." "What if I put a Christmas tree in here? Not a big one. You could help me decorate it however you'd like." You say softly, trying to convince him to have a little fun. Loki paused, raising his eyebrows slightly as this was a decent suggestion. He thought for a moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine...I suppose one small decoration won't kill me." "I'll be right back." You say as you go into the closet to get the tree, lights, and ornaments before bringing it all back to Loki's room and setting it on the floor. He watched as you returned with the box, looking over the contents with a slight frown. "You honestly think this tree will make me enjoy Christmas?" He asked sarcastically, though he still started to get up. "You'll see. I'll make sure it's fun." You promise him. Loki rolled his eyes again and reluctantly took the box from you, placing it on the table in front of the sofa. "Fine, fine...lets get this over with." You go over to the TV in his room and turn on The Nightmare Before Christmas. Loki looks over at the TV. "Oh...this movie. It's not bad I suppose." "It's one of my favorites." You say as you begin to take the tree out of the box. "Not my favorite, but it's still enjoyable." Loki says, assisting you in setting up the Christmas tree. Once it was up he took a small step back. "There. Done. Are you happy now?" "No we still have to decorate it." You say as you take out a strand of lights. Loki rolls his eyes and takes the lights from you. "I still don't see how decorating this tree will make me enjoy Christmas but fine, I'll play along with your ridiculous ideas." "Plug in the lights before we put them on the tree just to make sure they work. I think those ones are green." Loki hummed in response, plugging in the lights before looking at them and nodding. Indeed they were green. "They seem to be working." "Good. Now go ahead and put them on the tree." You say, watching what he does. Loki started wrapping the lights around the tree, going round and round, wrapping them as carefully as possible. Once he had finished he took a small step back, admiring the tree. "There, all done." "Now we have to put the ornaments on it." You say as you pick up the box of ornaments that you had brought in. Loki watched as you picked up the box of ornaments, looking at the box with a frown. "How much more is there to do? I swear if it involves any more of these ridiculous Christmas traditions, I am not going to do any of it. You're lucky I've agreed to decorate this tree and put lights on it." He complained with a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're being such a drama queen I swear. It's fun." You say as you start taking ornaments out of the box.

Loki rolls his eyes once more. "Me? A drama queen? I'm only stating my opinion on the fact that these Christmas traditions are ridiculous." You roll your eyes as he says that. "Come help me put ornaments on the tree." Loki sighs dramatically once again as he takes a few ornaments out of the box. "Fine...you always know how to convince me to do things that I don't want to do. You start putting the ornaments on the tree. "We're gonna build gingerbread houses after this." Loki stared at you in complete disbelief. Just when he thought you couldn't suggest anything more ridiculous. "Gingerbread houses?" He repeated the words as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. "Come on it'll be fun." You say while continuing to put ornaments on the tree. "Just give it a chance." Loki looked at you for a long moment debating in his head whether or not he should just say no to your suggestion. "Fine. I'll give it a chance. But it won't change my opinion on these Christmas traditions. I assure you." You and Loki finish putting the ornaments on the tree and you hand him the tree topper. "Go ahead and put it on." Loki looked down at the tree topper, taking it and gently placing it on top of the tree. "There. Done. I placed it on the tree just as you asked. Can we move on to your new, ridiculous task now?" "Clean off the table I'll be right back." Loki sighs, placing the empty box on the ground before looking at the table. "Fine. I will clean off the table while you go do whatever you're going to do." You leave Loki's room and go into the living room where the other avengers are. "Me and Loki are gonna build gingerbread houses. I'll let you know how it goes." The others nod as they watch you leave. "Good luck. You'll need it." Steve says. You go into the kitchen and take two gingerbread house kits, bringing them back to Loki's room. "I have them." You set them on the table in front of his sofa. Loki watched as you placed the gingerbread house kits on the table, looking at them with a frown. "So let me get this straight, once we've built these, what exactly am I supposed to do with it?" "We'll put them on the fireplace in the living room then eat them tomorrow." Loki looked at you skeptically. "You're seriously telling me that we make these things and just leave them to eat tomorrow? This is a complete waste of time you know." "Loki it's fun that's why we're doing it. Just enjoy it." You start taking your gingerbread out of the box and start setting it up to decorate. Loki rolled his eyes, reluctantly taking the gingerbread out of the box and began to set it up. "I'm only doing this to shut you up. Not because it's fun." You have yours all set up and look up at his to see how he's doing. Loki has set his up, not that it was looking particularly amazing. Loki shrugged. "There. It's finished. Not at all how I would have liked it but I'm hoping that's enough to meet your standards of Christmas 'fun'." "It's pretty. But now we have to decorate them." You say, starting to put candy and more frosting on yours. Loki raised an eyebrow, looking at what you had put on yours. "There's more? Really? And here I thought we'd actually finished." "We're almost done with these I promise." You say as you start adding little icicles made of frosting to your gingerbread house. Loki hummed, picking at the bowl of candy. "Fine." He started placing the pieces of candy on the gingerbread house, moving slowly. You finish yours and watch him decorate his. "You're doing good. I like it." Loki stopped, looking at the finished product. "Huh...well maybe I don't actually completely hate this..." "I'll go put them on the fireplace, I'll be right back." You say as you pick up both gingerbread houses. Loki watches as you pick them up. He started to think, realizing that the decorating part of the gingerbread house had been...dare he say...enjoyable. You take the gingerbread houses into the living room and set them on the fireplace. "He actually enjoyed himself." You say to the other Avengers. "Wait he actually enjoyed himself? I'm surprised." Steve says.

"Perhaps this Christmas will be better than I thought. I'm surprised my brother actually enjoyed himself." Says Thor. "I know right. I'm glad he had fun." You say before bringing a bunch of presents that you had wrapped for Loki into his room. Loki looks up as you return with the presents in your hands. "Wait, what's all of this?" He asked, looking at the presents. "They're for you. I was gonna give them to you tomorrow but I thought I'd do it now." Loki looked at the presents in complete surprise. "For me? You got me...presents?" He asked, still trying to process the fact that you had gotten him gifts. He didn't expect this. "Yeah. There's only five but they're things I thought you'd like." You put them on the table in front of him. Loki looked over the presents, trying to contain his excitement. He picked up a box, gently shaking it. "Which one do I open first?" Whichever one you'd like." You say softly. Loki decided to open the one nearest to him, taking it and starting to unwrap the gift carefully. It's a bottle of the finest wine Asgard has to offer. Loki looked down at the bottle, unable to hide his smile. "This...this is the finest wine from my homeland." "It was expensive." You chuckle softly. "And it took a while to find but I got it." Loki smiled, still holding the bottle in his hands. "You really found this. I can't believe you actually managed to get this...and you got it for me of all people." "Open another one." You smile while watching him. Loki nodded, placing the bottle down and opening the next present. Trying and failing to contain his excitement once again. This gift is smaller than the other ones. It's a custom green, black, and gold bracelet that looks expensive. Loki held the bracelet, looking at it in complete fascination. "This is amazing. I've never seen anything like it. I don't even know what to say." "Do you like it? I know you're a prince and all but I thought you'd enjoy something simple." Loki smiled as he put the bracelet on his wrist. "I love it. It's beautiful and looks so expensive. You really put thought into these gifts didn't you?" "I tried. Open that one next." You point to a present in the middle. "It's for your cat but still." Now he was surprised. It wasn't often that someone remembered about his cat. He picked up the present and started to unwrap it. It's catnip, cat toys, and a little cat sweater with Loki's horns as the design. "I made the sweater myself." Loki looked down at the items in complete surprise, picking up the sweater. "You actually made this yourself? For my cat?...I'm genuinely speechless." "Yeah...I saw your cat in here a few weeks ago and decided to make her something too." You say shyly. He looked down at the small cat sweater again. his heart melting a little. He smiled. "She's going to love the sweater. And the catnip, she really loves catnip. I'm surprised that you remembered that about my cat." "That's what friends are for...I care about you...and your cat. Open one of the other ones. There's only two left." Loki smiles again, picking up one of the last two presents. He couldn't believe how much effort you had put into this. "You care about me? Well I must admit, I care about you too." He unwraps the gift that he had picked up. You sit next to him on the sofa as he unwraps it. This gift is bigger than the others. It's a new scepter because The Avengers took away his old one when they captured him. Loki held the scepter, a look of absolute joy and awe on his face. He carefully examined it, looking at every detail. "You got me a new scepter...I haven't had one since they took my old one from me. This is just...wow." You smile at his reaction. "I'm glad you like it. I had Thor bring me to Asgard to have it made." Loki smiled, setting the scepter down on the table before turning to you. "You had Thor take you to Asgard to have it made?" That surprised him. He didn't expect you to go to this extent just to get him a gift. "Yeah...but it's no big deal really. Asgard is a beautiful place. The next gift is also from there.

He looked at you, surprised again. "You got me another gift from Asgard? You didn't have to get me anymore...you've already gotten me so much." "It's the last one. Go ahead and open it." He picked up the last gift and unwrapped it. He was beginning to wonder how much more he could be surprised by this one gift. The last gift was a stuffed wolf. It was Loki's favorite toy when he was a child but it got left behind. "I visited your mother while I was in Asgard and brought that with me. She said it was your favorite." Loki held the stuffed wolf in his hands, the memories of his childhood, his mother, rushing back to him. He smiles at the toy, holding it with almost a grip. "You actually visited my mother and came back with this...Gods...this is...this means so much to me." "Well...do you like all of it? I tried my best to think of things you'd like." You say with a small smile on your face. Loki smiles, gently placing the stuffed wolf down on the table. "How could I not like the gifts you've given me? You put so much effort into each one of them. And you went all the way to Asgard to get half of them. You really are perfect aren't you?" You chuckle softly. "If anyone is perfect it's you...so...do you like Christmas a little more now?" It really was hard to think of a reason to keep hating Christmas when you got him so many amazing gifts. "Well, I guess I can't say I hate it as much as I used to." You smile. "Good...oh and random question...can I sleep on your sofa tonight? I won't bother you or anything." Loki looked at you in slight surprise. "You want to sleep on my sofa? You don't want to go back to your room tonight?" "It's Christmas Eve and I don't wanna be alone." His heart softened. Of course he'd let you sleep on his couch. He wouldn't send you away. "Of course. You can sleep here tonight." "Do you need help cleaning up? I really wouldn't mind helping." He shook his head, picking up the wrapping paper. "No. no it's alright. I'm fine with cleaning up by myself. You sit and relax." You sigh as he says that to you. "Fine. Could I borrow one of your pillows?" Loki chuckled. "Of course you can. You can take my blanket too if you wish. You're the guest here after all." "But if I take your blanket what will you use?" "As a god I don't need a blanket. I can handle sleeping without one. I assure you." Loki says as he gives you a little smile. "I'd feel guilty if I took your blanket from you." You say softly. "What if...we share your bed?" Loki froze as he was about to pick up one of the gifts. He didn't expect you to suggest that. "You want to share my bed? Really?" "I mean we don't have to if you don't want to...it's just a suggestion." Loki looked at you for a few seconds, still a bit surprised at your suggestion. "No, no you do realize this is me you're talking to right? I'm perfectly fine with us sharing my bed tonight." After he says that you can share the bed, you crawl up onto it, gently petting his cat that was laying on one of his pillows. Loki chuckled as he continued cleaning up, watching as his cat purred as you pet her. "Seems like she's already enjoying you being here." "Good." You mumble as you pull the blankets over yourself, burying your face into one of his pillows to try and memorize his scent. Loki finished picking everything up, looking over at his bed to see you burying your face into his pillows. He smiles to himself, thinking about how cute all of this was. He gets into bed, gently laying down next to you. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, especially with him next to you. Though you do end up cuddling up against him in her sleep. Loki watched as you fell asleep, the smile returning to his lips as you cuddled against him. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you against him as he rests his head on top of yours, soon falling into a peaceful sleep next to you.

If you read all the way to the end thank you so much for the support it really means a lot to me especially since I'm new here and have never really written fanfic before

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Winter Solstice

Fandom: MCU AU. Pairing/starring: Loki x fem!reader. Word count: 3190. Content: Seasonal affective disorder, angst, fluff, smut at the end. A/N: So I thought of this seasonal fic...and then made a poll to see if it should end smuttily or not. You horny bastards (affectionately)! But fear not: there were a lot who wanted pure fluff and so there’s a warning before the smut starts so you can stop reading if you don’t want that.

Winter Solstice

Winter is dark – the sun rises at eight in the morning and sets at four in the afternoon. Winter is cold – but still not cold enough for snow except the kind that melts right away and leaves slushy heaps of grey splatter on the road where the cars have driven until that too is chased away by a new bout of rainy weather. Rain and wind. Blegh! The only comfort you can find is in lighting candles and sipping steaming tea.

It’s on one of these dark days that you’ve managed to get your self out for a walk, hoping it’ll stir up some endorphins to last you the rest of the day. Heavy boots on that can endure the mud, coat collar pulled high against the wind. You have about an hour before it’ll be dark – this is the shortest day of the year.

Then a white, fluffy flake drifts down before you, landing on the ground only to melt a moment later. Looking up, you see more snow fall from the dark clouds above, making you wish it’d stay to light up the world for a few days.

And as if to answer your prayer, the snowfall intensifies and soon everything is getting covered in a clingy layer of white, transforming the surroundings so they look almost alien to you. It’s getting colder too, allowing the flakes to turn from wet snow to the frosty and smaller kind that falls silently.

A little smile nips at your face as you take a different path than normal, entranced by the prettiness of everything.

But the snow keeps falling, denser and faster, making it hard to see your way and suddenly you don’t recognize where you are. Standing still, you listen for the sound of traffic to guide you to the bigger roads that in turn can lead you homewards.

All you can hear is the wind that’s picking up too.

Deciding to retrace your steps, you turn and trudge on but nothing looks familiar and the fork in the path you’ve followed doesn’t reappear even as darkness begins to fall.

Now you’re getting worried. The snow is stinging in your eyes, your hands are cold in your pockets and nothing seems like it should – it’s peculiar how snow can do that to a landscape.

Stopping to pull out your cellphone, you’re surprised to see that there’s no network, and as you foolhardy open the map, the GPS won’t locate you. Concern spikes in your guts and you try to calm yourself. You know you went to the west of your little town, meaning you should head east to find it again...but with the heavy clouds you have no way of discerning which way is what.

Either way, you can’t stay here. Stuffing the phone away with a shuddering sigh, you keep moving. Maybe you’ll come across someone who can help you? You don’t really believe that but it’s a faint hope to cling to as your force your breathing to slow, avoiding spiralling into hyperventilation.

Still, you feel panic creeping in as you walk. Even the plants, covered in snow, look weird now but you know it’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

Eventually, after what feels like hours in increasingly harder terrain, you come to a patch of dense evergreens, firs and pines that shield against what is turning into a veritable snowstorm and loom in the darkness. You don’t recall anything like this in your area that mainly consists of fields or trees like asp and oak. Something warns you against stepping in between the trees but you can’t stay out in the open any longer and underneath the trees are patches of shelter where no snow has made its way yet.

Seeking out one of those spots, you check your phone one more time to no avail. Then you hunker down. You’re tired from walking and your eyes feel strained from having tried to make out anything familiar through the snow. So you lean against the trunk and close your eyes for just a minute, promising yourself not to cry at your situation.

---

The world is moving. Wind is whipping against your face even if you’re tugged in against some sort of leathery surface. Tilting your head, you look through the snow and see the jaw and chin of someone above you. You’re vaguely aware that you should be worried now but you’re tired and cold. Again, you close your eyes and allow the rhythmic movement to lull you.

---

There are soft voices murmuring nearby, speaking a language you are not familiar with.

Opening your eyes, you see a silken canopy above where you’re lying: emerald green with golden embroideries held aloft by black wood carved to looks like tree trunks.

Looking around further, you’re vaguely aware of a grand room with a crackling fireplace but your eyes are captivated by the man standing by the door, speaking with someone beyond the room: black hair and pale skin. Jaw and cheekbone that could have been cut from marble and matches his stature. He’s tall. He’s hot. Leather and silk adorn his frame and he oozes authority. Then suddenly he looks to you and his eyes drill into your very soul, making you freeze up.

Closing the door with a crooked smile, he comes over to sit on the edge of the bed, a hand partially reaching for you before falling to the top of the fur that covers the mound you’re under. He says something you don’t understand.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand you,” you manage to mumble.

Cocking his head, he seems genuinely surprised. “You are from Midgard,” he says, more to himself than to you, “how did you come here? What is your name?”

“No, I’m from...wait...” Old memories about mythology lessons and books you’ve read come to mind. “Where am I?”

“You first,” he shakes his head.

Uncertain what he expects, you tell him where you come from and your name which he repeats. You like the way it sounds when he says it.

“I found you in the snowstorm...purely by chance but it was your luck or you would surely have frozen to death,” the man explains, “I have taken you with me to Valhalla here in Asgard. My name is Loki.”

You gape at him. You can’t help it. “How?” you just ask, knowing instinctively that he isn’t lying.

“That is what I would like to know too.”

Explaining anything is hard, but you try your best, causing him to look pensive.

“There are passages between our worlds. Most have been closed or are guarded...but it seems you have stumbled through one that no one knew of,” he ventures. “Perhaps it is related to the winter solstice?” You’re not sure what to say to that, so you just stay quiet as he thinks. “The magics are stronger at times like these...the Norns must be amused by this.”

You vaguely recall that the Norns are fate-stitchers of Nordic mythology but you hope they haven’t done this on purpose although...you have to school your features as you realize what you were about to think: you don’t mind sitting here in the company of this handsome stranger. Loki.

“I shall ensure to bring you home but not tonight,” he says, making you frown, “now that you are here, you may as well be treated to the full experience and partake in our yuletide feast.”

Grabbing your hand, he firmly guides you out of bed and looks you over. Looking down at yourself too, you realize that he’s gotten then rain pants and your coat off you so you’re just standing in woolly socks, leggings, and the oversized sweater. But then he flicks his fingers and a golden shimmer envelops you and before your eyes your clothes transform to a gorgeous dress of the same green as above the bed with golden embroideries. Sheer fabric hugs your arms and shoulders before turning opaque as it travels over your chest and all the way to the floor.

“Much better,” he smiles appreciatively.

“How...?”

He grins. “Oh, but you know already.”

And you do: magic.

Guiding you by the shoulders, Loki turns you to a mirror where you can admire your new look before you finally remember your manners and thank him profusely.

“I do not ask for much in return,” he smiles. Bending down he whispers in your ear: “Just be my princess at the feast.”

Something warm settles in your guts and you nod without hesitation.

---

The hall for the feast is massive, the ceiling high above kept aloft with large pillars in a mix of stone and wood that in turn are decorated with the green of spruce with candles flickering merrily while no one seems to worry about the fire hazard, and from them baubles of gold and vermilion hang in silken threads, swaying gently whenever someone passes. Great fire pits are laid into the stone floor, roaring with burning logs to keep the grand hall warm for all the people seated at the long tables.

The feast is loud and busy and you are introduced to people you, until a few hours ago, only believed to be part of mythology. Made up stories that had brought an ancient people together. But now...now you’re dining with them, drinking with them. Dressed like you and Loki, they are friendly and boisterous, often proposing toasts by shouting out the word “skål”.

Sitting by the high table, you hardly can concentrate to eat of the delicious food for sheer nerves and because you are all too distracted by everything, but Loki manages to get both food and drink into you and it does your well. You’re warm, your belly is full and the mead is singing in your blood.

“Dance with me?” Loki asks suddenly and doesn’t wait for your answer before sweeping you out on the floor.

He leads you effortlessly and for the first time in your life you feel as though you can move properly to the music even if it’s foreign to you. Following his steps, you twirl and dip, soon out of breath as a bright smile splits your face.

“Ravishing,” he purrs in your ear as he pulls you closer. Heat rushes to your face and you almost miss a step. “Perhaps I should keep you here?”

Some part of your logical thinking that still works immediately begins to explain to you why you can’t but your heart is singing with joy at his words.

Loki has been the perfect date: charming, attentive, intelligent...and yes, handsome too. You are thoroughly smitten by him and while you don’t quite get why he’s lavishing all his attention onto you, you’re not one to complain.

“When we celebrate the winter solstice,” Loki murmurs against your cheek, “we celebrate the shifting of the seasons, that the sun will return – win its battle over the darkness of winter.” He pulls back briefly to meet your gaze. A mix of green, blue and grey swallows you. “I am a child of the winter. I like the cold and the dark,” he admits, “yet now...now I have found the sun I wish to greet with joy.”

Bringing your hand to his lips, he kisses your fingers gently and something sparkles when he retracts from the touch: a thin golden band with a single emerald glistens in the light.

“Loki...” you don’t know what to say.

“It is my thanks to you. Should you think of me and wish me near, you need only twist the ring and I shall come for you,” he smiles softly before his gaze flicks to something or someone behind you and he nods.

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Turning over in your bed, you brain is full of music and your heart swells at the memories. Wait. Your bed? Sitting up with a shock, you look around to find that you’re home.

Was it all a dream?

Heartbroken, you push the cover aside but catch a warm glimmer in the corner of your eye and as you look down on your hand, you see the ring. Gold and emerald. Hard and real. No, nothing had been a dream and resolutely you grasp the ring, twisting it around your finger before rushing to the window and pushing the curtain aside.

Outside, wet snow is falling, partially melting where it lands. It might be noon but it’s dark enough that you’d need a light to read by.

You don’t know what you’d expected...but the silent nothing that happens is too much to bear. There’s no one and you feel your heart slowly crumbling as you step backwards only to collide with something.

“My sun,” a voice purrs and your heart leaps, suddenly whole again.

Turning, you look up at Loki who smiles at you, his arms enveloping your figure just like you reach to curls your fingers into his hair and tug him closer so your lips can meet for the first time.

[Smut incoming!]

It’s not light and chaste. It’s devouring. Pulling you flush against him, Loki possesses your body from that moment as you gladly give in, allowing his tongue to sweep past your lips and tangle with yours. A tiny whimper escapes your chest and he growls in return, lips curling into a smile even as he doesn’t part from you. One of his hands glides up your back and come to rest at the nape of your neck, tickling slightly and eliciting goosebumps to run down your spine.

It’s divine.

And you want more.

Slowly, you begin to walk him backwards to the bed, causing him to bump into it and lose his balance. Feeling victorious and brave you follow, straddling him.

“My my,” he purrs, “someone is bold.”

You seek out his lips, shutting him up with a kiss before you start second questioning yourself.

Grabbing your hips, Loki grinds up against you, allowing you to feel a hard bulge that rubs tauntingly against your clothed cunt and makes you gasp.

“This won’t do at all,” the god growls, snapping his fingers.

In a golden shimmer yours and his clothes disintegrate, allowing you to admire his body: long and lean, with muscles that coil and bulge with every movement as he reaches to push your upright and you involuntarily move to cover your breasts and crotch.

“Let me see you,” he begs, softly moving your arms aside.

His gaze is both soft and hungry as he looks at you. Pupils widening along with his smile, you’re convinced he likes what he sees...if for no other reason then the insisting nudging of his erection beneath you.

“So beautiful,” you whispers in awe. Allowing his hands to shift to your waist, he slide along the curve of your hips, your thighs. “Move up,” he orders, lust dripping from the two simple words.

“What?”

But he’s already pulling at you, getting you to shift to kneeling over his face so he can place a kiss onto your clit before licking a broad stripe along your folds. You’re already wet and Loki hums in delight, smacking his lips as if it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted...and judging by how he dives in he might be a man starved.

Never have you been with anyone this good: it takes him only a few moments before you’re a moaning mess with shaking legs and still he doesn’t relent. Suckling on your clit, his tongue flicks it repeatedly only to stray now and then to enter you, licking up your juices and feeling the flutter of your cunt when he enters. You’re seeing double and your fingers are buried in his hair – every time you tug at the strands, he growls and the vibrations travel to your very core that’s clenching hard, ready to snap at any moment.

“Cum,” he growls against your cunt.

And you do. With a shout, your back arches as raw bliss rocks you. It steals your breath away. Up and down doesn’t make sense anymore as you feel your world tumble around you.

No wait...the world has moved and you’re on your back with Loki above you and his hips are slotted against yours as he slowly sinks his cock into your heat, causing new ripples to rush through you. You can’t help how your knees rise to hold him and your nails dig into his back. Can’t help how you keen loudly as your cunt flutters around his cock for a second before gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

The god groans, his forehead against yours and his hair a wild mess that cascades around your faces.

When he kisses you, you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue and it makes you wonder how he’d taste. But then he rocks his hips and you forget everything else than the drag of his cock inside you. You don’t believe in fate or soulmates...but you have to fuzzily acknowledge that he fits you perfectly: dragging along your sweet spot, the tip of his crown just kisses your cervix in a way that borders painful but just exactly isn’t. It’s addictive.

Breaking free of the kiss, you gasp for air, your entire body thrumming with the new build-up, making you rock your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Too good to me,” he gasps in between the kisses and bites he bestows along your neck and shoulder.

Pushing himself up, the man brings your legs onto his shoulders in a manner that has your cunt squeezing him and allowing him to rut into you at a renewed pace.

“Touch yourself,” he groans.

You start with your breasts but he grabs your hand and shoves it between your legs and who are you to argue? Eager, your fingers find your clit and start circling, winding you even tighter.

“So close,” you gasp.”

“Yes,” he growls, “cum for me.”

Pressing a bit harder, you increase the pace and focus on the feeling of Loki’s cock pistonning in and out of you.

That does it. With a silent scream, you topple over the edge once more, body locking up as the hot quakes of your orgasm rolls through you. Your cunt clamps down tightly onto Loki and his hips stutter as he rams as deep into you as he can and releases with a shout.

He keeps rocking slowly, riding out both of your highs and prolonging them until you beg for him to stop. Then he slowly pulls out with a hiss and collapses next to you in the bed. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking.

It takes a while before any of you can do anything but try to catch your breath.

But eventually you turn to look at him: “Will you always come when I twist the ring?”

“I may not be able to arrive as swiftly, but yes.”

You turn to the side, free hand splaying on his chest where you can feel his heartbeat. “But you’ll stay for a bit now?”

“If you will have me? You are my sun...I need you.”

“I’ll have you,” you smile.

[winterzxsoldierz]

Home Alone In The Avenger's Tower

Reader x Hydra agents

Authors Note: I was watching Home Alone earlier and wanted to make a one shot inspired off of it, Marvel style, in this you are Loki's kid, yes i said it, and the Avengers are not gonna be around for this one sadly, but hydra will and that meant fun for you, don't be too sad the avengers will come at the end. Warnings: Pranks, a lot of sadistic pranks, and blood, language Steve wouldn't approve of. Side note:I wanted to bring Christmas a bit early and add some glorious purpose to it. Reader is Female and around 17 & 18

The day started out normal, you waking up and doing anything a relatively normal person would do, brushing teeth and getting yourself together, the team had to go on a emergency mission on Christmas Eve, which had you a little bummed because you were actually starting to like them, your father said they weren't that bad and you agree.

Walking into the kitchen, you stop and smirk, and magically you conjure a full plate of breakfast out onto the table in front of you "Ha, beat that Sam." you murmur to yourself smugly. you take a seat down and begin to eat breakfast, you turn on the tv as well, watching the Grinch, Bucky's twin you called him. After breakfast you wander around the tower snooping around Tony's lab, touching things you have no business touching, you then find Tony's music playlist and grin, that's when you find it, the perfect song to blast around now that you're alone, Master Of Puppets by Metallica, and you ask his A.I F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn it on the common room loud speakers, and around the tower, you sing and dance without a care in the world, hell you even conjure your own electric guitar.

(Sun down) Hours had passed since the sun was up and there you sat on the couch with a tub of ice cream in your lap, with a spoon bigger than your mouth in your hands, "Merry Christmas you filthy animal." you imitate Kevin in the movie as you watch him quote the guy he's watching on his tv. (Meanwhile) Brock Rumlow creeps up the steps of the Avenger's level of the tower, and signals his buddy Grant Ward, to follow him, Rumlow felt a bit smug knowing that the Avengers were gone for the day and probably the night as well, he had it all figured out and Alexander Pierce would definitely be proud when he comes back with juicy information...But little did he know he was in for a rude awakening. A sudden crash awakens you from your power snooze and you look around noting the quiet, the television had cut off itself and the common room was only brightened by the Christmas lights and tree, your eyes narrow in suspension since you knew the team weren't home yet, and it definitely wasn't Peter because he would have texted you, you hear voices, whisper shouting to each other, it was definitely two men, none of who voices you knew, so activating your invisibility you began to your search.

Upon reaching Tony's lab next to the file room you see them, and your eyes widen, now you had two options call for help or handle things yourself, and you thought what the hell, 'I'm a god, i don't need it.'

Purposely you make yourself visible again and play scared child, both of the agents come up to you but you run and of course there's a little evil smirk on your lips. "Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y lock any source of exits in the tower for anyone who isn't me or the Avengers." you yell. and you slip into your fathers room.

(POV:Hydra's)

"What the fuck? Brock you said the place was empty! Grant exclaimed in annoyance, Brock shrugs and glares "How was i supposed to know there'd be a Teenager here?" Brock argues trying to defends himself, Grant rolls his eyes "For you to be the leader of the strike team you sure act like an obnoxious dick on a stick." Grant glowers. "Let's just find the girl." Brock grumbles and walks off "Besides, what can one girl do to us?" Brock yells cockily.

Running into the kitchen you go into the pantry and pull out some popcorn, you rip open the bag and lay out some kernels on the ground, you then grab a bottle of olive oil and pour it down on the ground of the kitchen and common room entrance, but you pour enough where it'll lead them into a large pool of green paint you conjured into the common room area. plan one was already in motion.

"Hey Brock i think i found- oh shit." Grant yelps as he trips forward on the kernels only to slip quicker on the oil, "Uh-oh" the words leave him as he tips over into the pool of green paint with a wet splash. All you do is smirk in the back ground and teleport to where Rumlow is heading.

"Where is that little bitch?" Brock growls and makes his way down the hall towards the file room and instead of meeting the room he falls, through a portal and he falls for about 30 minutes before you eventually let him fall into the paint pool next to his buddy.

Both Brock and Grant look at each other in confusion, before both of them get out the pool, but you have other plans for them. Teleporting the men into the training room, you have them held up against Clint arrow dart board and you speak into the intercom completely invisible to the men you speak "Ladies and Gentlemen, today we have two continents up on stage today to play a game of human darts, our weapon of choice, daggers!" you say excitedly, "But firstly let's give a boo for our gentlemen up on stage for being pussy's for making a move when my family aren't home. BOOO." you murmur dryly and in a wicked tone you speak. "Let's began."

With you still invisible you step into the room, handful of Bucky's daggers in hand, you watch in amusement as the men look around clearly worried about if you're around or not, but who cares.

You start by flipping the dagger in your hand and the swish the dagger fly's right by Grant's arm and plunges right into the board next to him, and then you throw another making a yelp leave him as it lands right by his head, you laugh. Then you turn to Brock, a look of distaste on your face, this guy creeped you out more than you like to admit, you throw not one but two daggers at him, one landing on each side of his arm almost hitting him but not quite. "I call this one, no kids in his sack." You quip and throw a dagger right between his legs, so close but not hitting him. but you laugh at his screams.

Three hours. it's been three hours, since Brock and Grant have been victims of your games, they can't find you anywhere but you have traps waiting for them every corner, Brock was covered in chocolate sauce and thumbtacks and Grant was still green from earlier but had burned shoes from stepping on metal steps you some how have heated up. Again the intercoms start up this time it plays Another one bites the dust by Queen, and the lights flicker off and on and both men walk on a trip wire and are immediately slapped with pans in the face and the fall back into yet another portal and falls into a pool full of flour, they don't get a chance before honey is falling down on them, but of course it wouldn't be funny without your laughter.

Once again, Brock Rumlow and Grant Ward split up, big mistake.

Brock walks down the hallway, his steps a bit squeaky from the mess that is him, he lost all his weapons, he leans up against the wall, and peaks around the corner seeing a round barstool with a metal bucket on it that says "Weapons." he walks towards it with fast big strides and reaches his hand in and hears a click his eyes widens and then Boom he's blown back into a wall rendering him unconscious and a bit bloody "Merry Christmas you filthy animal." You quote, with a satisfied smirk on your lips as the clock it's 12 on the dot. You follow Grant, you're invisible again, and watching him, the feeling he gets is uneasiness and he looks around, yet he keeps going forward, he walks into a room that looks Christmas gift wrapped, it's an empty circle looking room, the door shuts behind him immediately and with an illusion spell, you make him see spiders, that look like reindeer, and they start to chase him, he runs but runs into the glass walls repeatedly until you decided you were done with them, so you teleport in there and punch him in the face knocking him out. You drag Brock's unconscious form into the room with Grant, and tie their hands together with Christmas lights and then you add a Christmas bow on each of their heads. the room that the two men are in is Loki's old cell, you leave the cell locking it up and you put gift wrapping paper over the glass to keep any one from seeing in or out, you add a large golden bow on the door and a note that reads "To:Avengers, From:Y/N"

You cleaned the entire tower up with your powers and went to bed like nothing happened but only you'll know the real secret.

(Avengers Pov)

Everyone is tense and tired, the mission was a trap and bust but everyone is alive, and that's all that mattered, the jet lands on the helipad and the team gets off.

Upon getting into the tower the place smells of fresh chocolate and mint, they are first met with cookies and hot chocolate on the table in the common room, and they see the stockings filled with wrapped gifts, the anger and tension in the seems to leave as they see this and know your the cause, and then that's when they hear it, Jingle bell rock playing from a distance, they follow it until they reach the gift wrapped cell, each of them has their own look of confusion, before Tony steps forward and reads the card. "I'm assuming that the mission you went on was a trap, i hope you like the snacks and presents but i think you'll like this one more, i got em. from. Y/N Laufeyson-"

The rest of the team steps forward and starts to tear down the paper and there the two men lay fully conscious and tied up in a jolly way and all messed up. The team looks at each other before bursting out in laughter. "Well i'll be damned." Tony snickers "That's my darling little angel." Loki smirks, a proud look in his eyes. (The End)

Happy soon Thanksgiving and early Christmas, thanks for reading❤️💚

[bananababblegigglemuffin]

Dinner, Destinies, and a Dash of Chaos

Note: a date with Hugh Jackman turned a multiversal pickle.

The night started normally enough—if anything in your life could be called “normal” after you somehow found yourself dating Hugh Jackman. One moment, you’re adjusting your dress in the mirror, nerves twisting in your stomach because Hugh insisted on surprising you with a rooftop dinner. The next? Well, let’s just say chaos had other plans.

Hugh meets you at the door of your apartment, all rugged charm in a leather jacket and that half-smile that makes your heart race. “You ready for this, love?” he asks, his Australian drawl thick with mischief.

The two of you take the elevator up to the rooftop of some impossibly chic restaurant. Candles flicker in the breeze, a violinist plays softly in the corner, and Hugh, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours. It’s intense, the kind of gaze that makes you feel seen in ways you never thought possible.

Just as you’re about to melt into the moment, a low whirring sound interrupts the tranquility. You glance up, confused, and see… a glowing portal tearing through the air right next to your table.

“What the hell—” Hugh begins, but before either of you can react, the portal sucks you in.

Multiverse Madness

You land with a thud on a dirt road, the smell of pine trees thick in the air. Hugh is sprawled beside you, groaning. “What just happened?” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

Before you can answer, a growl rumbles behind you. Turning, you see Logan—yes, Wolverine himself—stalking toward you, claws extended, his face a mask of suspicion.

“Who the hell are you, and why do you look like me?” Logan growls, glaring at Hugh.

“Mate, I am you,” Hugh replies, standing up and brushing off his jacket. “Well, the better-looking version, anyway.”

You groan, already feeling the tension rising. “Please, can we not do this right now?”

Before Logan can retort, another portal opens, and out steps Loki, resplendent in his green-and-gold armor, his smirk as infuriating as ever.

“Well, this is delightful,” Loki drawls, eyeing the group with amusement. “A grumpy mutant, a mortal with questionable taste in jackets, and—” His eyes land on you. “Well, aren’t you intriguing.”

You roll your eyes, refusing to be charmed. “Don’t start.”

Hugh steps protectively in front of you, his jaw tight. “Alright, who’s responsible for this mess?”

Loki raises a hand. “Guilty. But in my defense, I was bored.”

Romance Amid the Chaos

As you travel through various universes trying to find a way home—courtesy of Loki’s “accidental” portal spell—you can’t help but notice the way Hugh stays close to you, always shielding you from danger. Whether you’re running from Hydra agents in one dimension or avoiding an explosion caused by Rocket Raccoon in another, Hugh’s hand never leaves yours.

One night, as you sit around a campfire in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, Hugh pulls you aside. “You alright, love?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, though the weight of the multiverse feels heavy on your shoulders.

He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles. “We’ll get through this. I promise. You and me? We’re a team.”

The sincerity in his eyes nearly breaks you, and before you can overthink it, you kiss him—slow and deep, as if the universe itself has disappeared, leaving just the two of you.

Logan, of course, chooses that moment to walk by. “Get a room,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of a smirk on his face.

The Final Showdown

Eventually, Loki admits that he can’t fix the mess he’s caused without retrieving an artifact guarded by—you guessed it—Thanos in yet another universe.

“This is insane,” you mutter as you, Hugh, Logan, and Loki prepare to infiltrate the Mad Titan’s fortress.

“Insane is just another word for fun,” Loki quips, twirling his daggers.

Hugh, ever the optimist, squeezes your hand. “We’ve got this. And if we don’t… well, I’ve had a good run.”

The mission is chaotic and ridiculous—Logan slashes his way through Thanos’s minions, Hugh surprises everyone by knocking out a guard with a frying pan he found (because of course he would), and Loki, predictably, disappears the moment things get tough.

But it’s you who manages to grab the artifact, narrowly dodging Thanos’s grasp as Hugh pulls you back into the safety of another portal.

Back to Reality

You land back on the rooftop where it all started, the table still set, the candles now burned halfway down. For a moment, everything is silent.

Then Logan snorts. “Well, that was a waste of time.”

Loki, who has somehow reappeared, smirks. “Speak for yourself. I found it quite entertaining.”

Hugh ignores them both, his attention solely on you. “You alright, love?”

You nod, though your heart is still racing. “I think so.”

He smiles, that soft, crooked smile that made you fall for him in the first place. “Good. Because I still owe you a dance.”

And as the violinist begins to play once more, Hugh pulls you close, the chaos of the multiverse fading into the background.

Somewhere, Logan grumbles, “I need a drink,” while Loki watches with an amused expression.

But you don’t care about any of that. Because in this moment, it’s just you and Hugh, dancing under the stars, as if the entire universe exists just to bring you together.

End.

[bones4thecats]

If it's okay can I please ask for Loki Beelzebub and Poseidon but how are they react to meeting Kianna's older brother Subaru

In her backstory she actually left Subaru alive since he helped her and they see each other as siblings

Meeting Subaru and Yui (Sibs of S/O)

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Loki, Beelzebub, and Poseidon Name: Meeting Subaru and Yui (Sibs of S/O) Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: Much like with my past work, if you want to find some more information on this ‘Kianna’, you can go to the requester’s account and read all about her OC. Here, Yui is technically alive, since this is set after the events of the story, so they’re all dead and in Valhalla.

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🐍 Loki has a smaller family when it comes to the Godly-standards, he has Odin as his uncle and Thor as his cousin. While in Pantheons such as the Greek, there were four brothers with one being married and having three kids, Zeus’ blood and non, and there was Kronos and Rhea

🐍 So, when he officially met you, he wasn’t very surprised to hear about you having a sister and brother. In fact, Loki basically begged for you to introduce them to his own family

🐍 It took many different tries on his part to actually get you to consider bringing in your siblings in for a visit, but when you told him you gave in and were bringing the two in for a reunion of the Norse Pantheon

🐍 Looking back at the two behind you, you noticed that Yui smiled as she adjusted the collar around her kimono as Subaru adjusted the bow holding his outfit together, and once they gave you their respective nods, you began to walk ahead and opened the doors to the Norse Pantheon’s estate

🐍 Loki was getting bored floating around and pranking his fellow Deities, it just wasn’t the same without his amazing S/O alongside him

" Loki? Are you around? "

🐍 Opening his eyes and turning upside down from the tree branch, Loki looked around for the beautiful eyes of his S/O, only to be immediately met with the sight of mismatching red and pink eyes

" Woah! Watch where ya’ hang there. " " Y/N? " " Hello there, Loki. "

🐍 Okay, this guy was so confused right now…

🐍 Once he caught sight of you, your boyfriend wrapped himself around you from behind, slightly glaring at the man and woman, blissfully unaware of who they were to you

" Loki, meet Subaru and Yui, my ‘adoptive’ brother and my sister. " " Oh… my bad. " " Meh, I’ve had worse reactions than that. Note; don’t go to a church as a vampire, doesn’t end well. " " Yeah. Besides, we understand, you’ve never met us until now, so it’s understandable why you’re weary of us. "

🐍 Loki’s eyes slightly widened at how loose they seemed, while you normally were more tightly bound with superiority issues

🐍 As Yui held out her hand, the calls of Odin’s bird, Huginn and Muninn echoed in your ears, alerting both you and Loki that Odin and Thor were ready to meet your siblings, just to make sure they were alright to visit again

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🪰 He was surprised that this curse has allowed him to even be around you and care for you, nonetheless even come into a full-on relationship filled with love around you without you being harmed

🪰 When you had admitted that you had a couple people you wanted him to meet, Beelzebub was put off, since for many years, he grew up with this curse and because of it, never really had anyone before you and Hades

🪰 Holding your hand tightly, Beelzebub looked down at you and sighed, knowing that you would provide your dearest God with any kind of comfort or space if he needed it

" Are you ready, Beel? " " I suppose… " " Open the doors for my siblings! "

🪰 As the guards of the estate opened the doors in fear of your rage, you noticed the feeling of Beelzebub’s grip on your hand tighten as the doors creaked open further and further until the sight of a tall man and shorter woman were shown

🪰 Smiling gently at the duo, you lightly pulled your boyfriend with you to great your guests, or rather, your family

🪰 Yui looked at your boyfriend and back at you with confusion before Subaru cocked an eyebrow and practically glared at Beelzebub, not fearing that he was a God set to participate in the upcoming event of Ragnarok in a few days

" Ah! My apologies, you must be Y/N’s boyfriend. I’m Yui, Y/N’s older sister. And this is- " " Subaru, their ‘adoptive’ older brother. "

🪰 You sighed as Subaru kept his stern look on your boyfriend, his form not shaking or anything as the Lord of the Flies just stared back without any emotion inside his black eyes

🪰 Gripping his hand tighter and making him slightly flinch at your surprisingly strong grip, Beelzebub lowered his guard slightly, just enough to notify Subaru that he were not going to harm you or Yui

" Would you guys like a tour around the estate? " " That would be amazing, little sibling! "

🪰 Despite the fact that Subaru was still burning holes into the head of the man you were holding hands with, you understood that Subaru was only trying to protect you from harm, and you knew it was fruitless. Beelzebub loved you, even the Gods you have met said so, and they hate mentioning stuff like that

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🔱 Poseidon didn’t even like having to see his own family, nonetheless seeing someone else’s, it just made him feel slightly awkward. But, he could also say he was annoyed, he isn’t fond of social events, preferring to spend most time to himself

🔱 He sat down at the small table on your bedroom’s balcony and heard as the front doors opened with a loud drag from their sheer mass and size

🔱 Just at that moment, you knocked on the door and walked inside your room, alerting your soon-to-be husband that you were going to tell him who had come by for a visit, and whether it was for him or you

" Poseidon, my love, it seems we both have guests. " " And who, perhaps, are these guests? " " They are my two siblings, Yui and Subaru. "

🔱 Poseidon knew that you had siblings, as during one of your first dates years ago, you and him spoke about your family relationships, so parents, siblings, everything like that

🔱 Looking from the dark and colorful ocean to you, the God of the Seas sighed mentally, speaking to some random people was something that he did not want to participate in that day. He specifically scheduled no meetings for said reason

🔱 But, no matter, as long as they don’t try testing his patience, he can hold himself back for you

🔱 Holding out his arm, you wrapped your arms through his and began to walk down to the main room to meet up with the two siblings you hadn’t spoken to for the few months you have lived with your lover

" My dear siblings, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence? " " Y/N! You haven’t spoken to us in months! What do you have to say for yourself? " " First of all, thank you for the gracious hello back. Second, I would like to introduce you to my fiancé, the Greek God of the Seas and the third-born son of Cronus and Rhea, Poseidon. "

🔱 Yui’s eyes widened and the man beside you could sense her aura slightly depleted in fear, but, he could also tell that the man beside her aura had enlarged with protectiveness

" P-P-Poseidon?! Oh my! I’m so sorry for the rude introduction! I am Yui, your lovely to-be older sister, and this is Subaru, our older ‘adoptive’ brother. " " Pleasure. "

🔱 You looked into your to-be’s ocean-blue eyes and slightly pinched his arm, making him look into your eyes with shock hidden underneath a layer of emptiness glossing his form

🔱 Subaru groaned and had to hold Yui back from running over and hugging Poseidon and you, since he knew that the God of the Seas was one with very little love for physical touch

[teecupangel]

I know there’s many AC Pokémon things but I had an idea I haven’t seen done.

So, if characters from AC were new Pokémon, what types would they be? Cause I think they would all be dual type, and maybe Altaïr would be psychic dark type?

Altaïr – I think Psychic Dark type would work on him but the fact that he’s named Altaïr makes me want to make him a Flying type. Maybe a Dark Flying type with a single Psychic move he can learn?

Ezio – Fire and Fighting would probably be a good fit. A show of the adversity he had to win against and the burning desire that fueled him for so long, becoming an ember by the time he reached Constantinople.

Ratonhnhaké:ton – Steel and ground. His connection with the land and how he wished to protect it and his people while his experiences tempered him into the breakable steel that he has become.

Desmond – Fairy. No. I will not elaborate other than the fact that I enjoy making him suffer XD. I’m screwing with you. He has to be Ghost Fire because of @kingbob2-0’s Immolamb

Edward - Water Grass, his pirate life and being the foundation of the Kenway family tree XD (Professors would have so many questions about him)

Shay – He start off as Dark then becomes Dark Ice

Arno – Water Fighting, goes with the flow but will go down swinging when push comes to shove

Evie and Jacob I kinda like the idea that the twins would have the same type but their evolution would make it quite different so… Ground Rock for Evie and Jacob gets Ground Grass. Rock to show Evie’s stubbornness and perseverance and Grass for Jacob to show his desire to grow further away from what their father was.

Bayek – Fire as a reference to his story sword and Dark to show that he was one of the two founders of the Hidden Ones.

Kassandra - Fire just works so well for her considering her skills in Odyssey. One of her other type is Dragon though to show her OP status

Eivor – They’ve got to be Ice/Electric. Ice to show how they were raised as Eivor and Electric to show their connection to Odin

Basim – He starts of as a Normal type that turns into a Ghost Psychic type. The fact that he’s a ghost psychic type is another way of showing the ‘unnatural’ way Loki took over him.

[shadyfestivalperfection]

THE BINDING THRONE~3

Summery: The Binding Throne is a dark fantasy where Y/N is bound by ancient magic to Bucky and Loki—two dangerous men consumed by obsession. As passion, power, and prophecy collide, she must embrace her fate as queen or be devoured by it.

Characters: Dark!Loki x f!reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Dark fantasy, obsessive behavior, manipulation,smut,possessiveness

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||PART 2: THRONE||

CHAPTER THREE – “THE THRALL AND THE TETHER”

You awoke to silence.

But it was not the peaceful silence of morning or the hush of dawn over snow-draped fields.

This silence listened back.

You sat upright in your bed, the silk sheets twisted around your legs. The air was heavy—dense with magic, charged like the moment before lightning strikes. You blinked, eyes adjusting to the pale light of morning as shadows clung like ivy to the carved stones of your chamber.

And then you felt it.

Something inside you had changed.

You reached for the pendant at your throat—but it had shattered in the night, reduced to splintered glass and scorched metal. In its place, pulsing faintly beneath your skin, was a mark—not ink, not carved—but magic, living, moving. A sigil in two interlocking shapes.

A wolf’s fang crossed by a serpent’s tongue.

Bucky and Loki.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and hissed softly—your skin tingled, like every nerve had been stretched and left trembling. You pulled your robe tight and stood—but your reflection in the mirror did not match you perfectly.

Your eyes glowed faintly violet.

And your shadow moved a half-second late.

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The first sign came before you left your chambers.

Loki was waiting outside your door. He stood perfectly still, arms behind his back, eyes fixed on the stone like he had been there for hours.

When you opened the door, he looked up, and something in his expression twisted your stomach.

It wasn’t the playful mischief you were used to. Nor the dark humor.

It was devotion—cracked and burning around the edges.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured. “The bond. It sings in my blood.”

You tried to step past him, but he blocked you gently, fingers brushing your jaw.

“Don’t run from it. You called us into you. Let us stay.”

You pulled away, unsettled, but said nothing.

And Loki smiled like it was a promise.

—

Bucky was worse.

You found him in the atrium near the fountain, tearing apart a rack of old training blades with one hand.

He didn’t even turn to you at first. Just stood there, bare-chested, sweat-drenched, fists clenched like he was ready to gut the Keep brick by brick.

But the moment he sensed your presence—he froze.

And then he was there, in front of you, towering, trembling.

“You feel… different,” he rasped, voice strained.

You tried to speak, but he caught your wrist—not hard, but firm, possessive.

“Don’t let him touch you again.”

Your mouth went dry. “What?”

“Loki. Don’t let him have you again. He’s not safe. I saw it last night—I felt him trying to own you. I won’t let him.”

His eyes glowed dark, storm-lit. You didn’t doubt he meant it.

You pulled away. “You’re both acting like—like I’m property.”

“You’re ours,” he growled.

That word hit you like a spell.

And the sigil on your chest burned.

—

You fled the Keep for a few hours.

You needed air, space, sanity. You walked into the edge of the forest, the trees parting like they remembered your bloodline, but even nature couldn’t shield you from what had taken root inside you.

Because now—your power reached for them.

You felt when Bucky stalked the halls, jealous rage coloring the halls crimson.

You felt when Loki stood beneath the stars, whispering to old gods in tongues long dead, trying to bind you tighter.

And then… something else.

Something colder. Older.

Not them.

—

It came that night.

The air in your chamber soured suddenly—metallic, sharp, alive. The fire dimmed. The shadows on the walls twisted.

Your wards—normally silent—shrieked.

A voice slipped into the room, without form or face.

“Who dares bind power that is not theirs?”

You backed away slowly, hand glowing with defensive light.

“Little Queen… child of blood and fire… they have marked you. And now you shine like a beacon to all the old things.”

The voice split into two—male and female. Harmony and dissonance.

“We come to taste you. To tear the bond. To remind you who ruled before the Thrones.”

And then—the windows shattered.

Glass flew inward in deadly shards, carried on a wind that stank of decay and lightning. You screamed, raising your hands, but the force was immense—it pinned you to the bedpost like a hunted creature.

But they came.

Bucky burst through the door like a storm given form. Eyes wild, blood on his knuckles. He didn’t ask what happened. He felt it.

He launched himself forward, punching through the shadow that curled toward you. It screamed—splitting into writhing vines of black smoke.

Loki stepped through a rip in reality—not a door, but a tear in the air. Robes billowing, his face carved from fury and cold fire.

“You dare trespass on what is mine?”

Together, they ripped the entity apart with blood and spell, steel and ruin.

The pieces did not die.

They retreated.

But not before whispering one last warning.

“She is the binding. And the breaking. You will lose her, and she will choose.”

—

The chamber fell into unnatural silence.

You lay on the floor, arms curled around yourself, heart thunderous in your chest.

Loki reached you first.

He knelt, gently cupping your face. “Did they touch you?”

“No,” you whispered, trembling. “But they knew me. They called me—binding and breaking.”

Bucky crouched beside you. “We shouldn’t have let the bond complete. Not this fast.”

“But you wanted it,” you snapped. “Both of you.”

They exchanged a glance.

And it hit you: They were no longer just rivals. They were turning into something worse. A twisted mirror of unity, shaped by you.

“We’ll protect you,” Bucky said, voice like iron.

“We’ll keep you,” Loki added.

You stood shakily, glaring at them both.

“I’m not a throne for you to fight over.”

“You’re not,” Loki agreed, eyes glowing faintly.

“You’re the kingdom,” Bucky murmured.

And kingdoms, you realized, were always bathed in blood.

-to be continued

[silver-d-nastja]

Chapter 1141 reaction

[proceed for full-on spoilers]

Before I dive into the chapter, the cover for volume 111 was released and I need to share it. I personally really love it.

I like the simple composition here and that color reveals! Loki rocks that pink hair (I was hoping it’d be pink or purple) but I think I’m too dumb to get what his tattoos are supposed to resemble. Maybe wings? Seen other people mention flames ‘cause of the red, but I’m rly lost here. Ragnir seems to be a metallic blue here and I hope that color will stay and not turn into normal grey. Seeing the straw hats in their signature colors for this arc makes me happy. I love how Oda plays around with fashion, his designs are cool and diverse, and I think it elevates the world-building and characters that they change outfits so often and aren’t bound to one style/color. Yet, I feel like we rarely see them wearing their signature colors outside of merch or advertisements, so I appreciate having them all wear them at the same time(at least till they change outfits again). I’m wondering if the rest of the straw hats are doing the same.

Usopp stands out tho. Not only because he’s not wearing his yellows, but also ‘cause his color pallet is crazy. I think putting purple, pink/salmon, red, and orange next to each other without a gradient is such an eyesore, I actually don’t get the vision here. However, I do get the Obelix reference with the orange beard and striped pants, and think that’s lovely<3 I like that Chopper’s helmet is in the color of his original hat and lol those antler extensions xD I vibe with the general style of the outfits, especially those boots and gloves. I like the brown/earthy tones, especially on Luffy. It’s nice to see him in colors we usually associate with pirates for once. The gold on his helmet is very striking, probably to invoke a crown or the straw hat. Can’t wait to see these in the anime and fan art (low-key motivates me to draw too).

On to the chapter!

The sequence of titles recently - “Mountain-Eater”, “Scopper Gaban”, and now “An older woman”? Damn, Oda, you’re serving me. I’ve got some ideas already but I’ll voice my speculations afterwards.

Nami is so real here. I’d be frustrated too. And I feel sorry for Rodo for still trying to cover for them.

Yippie! More of Franky and Ripley! Every page dedicated to Franky is a good page<3 The last time we saw him, he was shocked at the Harley mural and wanted to get Robin asap but he’s chill now, which leads me to believe that he either memorized or copied it and will show it to her later. In general, sending Franky on this excursion and making him the first one to see it wasn’t arbitrary. He is probably the only other person on the crew (besides maybe Jimbe) who understands what a huge deal this is. On Water 7, Franky and Robin were both persecuted for their knowledge from the void century. Franky only destroyed the plans for the Anti-Pluton after seeing that the straw hats would protect Robin, including her knowledge of the real Pluton, and supported her from that point on.

But you know what? Fuck that sus-looking branch and interesting world-building for now, ‘cause I’M BUZZING.

LIGHTNING? You mention LIGHTNING? TWICE? GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I SENSE THE ENEL STOCKS RISING. OH MY GOD I THINK I’M GOING CRAZY. Like, yes, I know I need to calm down ‘cause this doesn’t have to be about Enel. He’s by far not the only one who could set this tree on fire, but you have no idea. YOU HAVE NO IDEA I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HIS RETURN AND HOW MUCH COPIUM I’VE BEEN SNIFFING. PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS FOR NOW AT LEAST BEFORE MY HOPES ARE SHATTERED. LET ME ENJOY THE DELULU-LAND FOR A GLORIOUS MOMENT. I’m gonna think about him and stay crazy till proven wrong. I’m a fake-god believer. *takes a deep breath* Moving on…

First of all, BASED. Jarul is so real for this. And yeah it’s a good joke. He’s the oldest giant and humanoid on the planet, so good luck finding someone older. But I can’t help but think that, since they’re talking about tastes, this doesn’t have to mean someone who’s older than him, he could just mean someone closer to him in age in general. We also don’t know if he’s only into giants or if a human 50+ woman would count too. These interpretations would allow him to still find someone. I’m rooting for him.

Second, Usopp gassing up Nami is so sweet. Her being happy for him is great, too, because she was the one with him on Little Garden when he formed this dream. I love their dynamic. (note how she changed her mind here and stayed because she understood this was important to him)

I appreciate Rodo for being the only one who gives a flying fuck about Scamrock. And I would’ve loved if the scene just ended here:

Poor Loki. Imagine bleeding to death and hearing someone arguing for letting you die. But do you see what I see?

:3

Oh my god what am I witnessing. ZORO, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

I’m right with Luffy and I can’t remember the last time Luffy said smth like this to a friend. I get that Zoro thinks he has to be the voice of reason. I get that he respects ancient giants because multiple crew mates nearly died during their fight with Oars, and then his encounter with Kuma happened. I find it low-key cute that Zoro uses kicks like Sanji when Sanji’s absent. But he’s being quite the opposite of reasonable. As Luffy said, a man is dying, and basically torturing him even more is beyond cruel. Why would he kick his wounds first and THEN check the blood? Wouldn’t checking the blood be enough? Is Luffy an idiot? Yes. But Zoro’s line of thinking here is crazy. Because he already knows Luffy’s going to free him anyway. And Zoro is the one who unlocks the cuffs. He was like “I’m rly scared of this giant crashing out so I’ll just kick him real hard and then free him. Should be right.” Bro what??? If Loki didn’t plan to crash out before, now he will for sure and Zoro will be his first target. And I want to point out the irony that Zoro was in the exact same situation when Luffy found him. He was tied up, starving, with an insanely exaggerated bad reputation, and if Luffy had listened to other people’s warnings Zoro wouldn’t be alive. I know Zoro cares a lot about his reputation but by now he really should have learned that most of the time what they hear about someone isn’t true. Maybe Zoro thinks this is another Whiskey Peak situation, but I think in reality he’s just looking for a fight. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t relax and get drunk during the feast. But this isn’t Whiskey Peak. This isn’t about a bad guy luring them in by pretending to be good. The giants are confirmed allies, everyone was warned about Loki, and not even Loki put on a nice act. He simply offered a deal. In fact, he was confused by Luffy’s antics and displayed anger. And if the words of his “online friend” are anything to go by,

he’s acting tough to hide a soft core - like Law, like Zoro. In Wano, Zoro and Luffy were really close and on the same wavelength, but now it’s the opposite, and I need to see them overcome this - and I hope it’ll be cathartic.

Chopper got promoted from emergency ration! It’s cute how Luffy bonded with Loki’s buddies like during his training arc. I’m sorry I’m sounding like a Loki apologist before anything was confirmed at all. I just can’t help but think that these two idiots would be besties. Loki, don’t mess this up. Oh, look, another idiot’s falling from the sky! And my princess finally joins the mess!

Naww this is cute :3

I’m split here. Hajrudin is a trustworthy guy for sure, but on the other hand, Loki didn’t try to befriend Luffy yet. It’s possible that his information about Shanks isn’t true, but his offer to destroy a crew of Luffy’s choice was genuine for sure, and that’s it. He didn’t try anything else to convince him. I can’t help but root for someone who was tortured and left to die by government fuckers. Loki surely did bad things in his life but I doubt he’s gonna be Elbaf’s final villain. I think his role will be very complicated.

Yippiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieee, my babygirl finally runs freeeeeeeeeeeeeee~

Sorry. Damn. What a glorious panel. I’m awestruck. The perspective and foreshortening are [I’ve tried to come up with a word for too long now, you catch my drift]. Chef’s kiss. I guess Ragnarök is finally coming. I’m so hyped for this. Ragnir as a blend of Ragnarök and Mjölnir is a classic Oda masterstroke. Love the name. We're really combining Loki and Thor again, are we. I can’t believe how it must feel to get up after sitting for six years straight. I honestly believe next chapter Loki is just gonna fall like a tree. Bro can barely breathe and probably needs to get used to having legs. Maybe he takes one swing at Zoro for revenge or to break his last cuff(if he even needs to - more on this later), but that’s it. If he actually starts full-on rampaging I’ll be very surprised.

Anyway, it’s convenient to have Gerd here - Zoro had just mentioned her. Is Sanji here to cook, to provide some brain cells, or ‘cause we need the monster trio together? Or… to have the monster trio away from the others? I hope it’s not the latter… I can’t handle the other straw hats going through shit right now *sweats* I know the god’s knights are up to some shit, but if the library gets burned down or Robin gets kidnapped again, I’ll sit there like :|

details corner:

just wanna highlight the funny :)

also, adding Excalibur to the list of suspicious references to our world’s stories…

ma man, what are you doing? XD T-T I don’t know which thought is funnier: that he put his head in his crotch on purpose or that it was an accident.

Sanji noticing Gerd’s absence was expected but now I’m wondering why his women-senses didn’t notice Nami’s absence. Is he that lost in the sauce or did she just not give him a reason to worry? I’m probably over-thinking this.

speculation corner:

Let me say it here before I read the next chapter and I’ll be proven wrong. I believe Elbaf’s legendary devil fruit is in the hammer. When they explained that it gets passed down from generation to generation, with the information we have so far, it could only be through cannibalism or by having the fruit in a weapon. I’d like to see the cannibalism route too, but Hajrudin being scared of the hammer tells me that’s what we should focus on, especially in a fight. Loki could still be a devil fruit user, but I think the royal fruit is in the hammer and that’s why they were chained up together with sea stone. Of course, Oda could just make up a new rule, or this fruit is just this special, but these are the two options I immediately thought of.

There are so many options for who the ‘older woman’ title could be referring to. It could indicate Big Mom’s return since she has huge ties to Elbaf, and I hope we’ll see a flashback from the situation with Lola. Jarul could also be talking about Mother Carmel because he might have had a crush on her or just misses her. If you think Imu is a woman this could also be a teaser for that, but I doubt Oda would hint at it in this way unless we get the reveal within the next couple chapters. It might be simply teasing a character we haven’t met yet (a giant or holy knight) and thinking too hard about it right now is futile. I am thinking about it anyway because giving “just a joke” this much attention would be weird. But hey, maybe Oda just found it very, very funny.

Now, I wanna entertain the idea that the hollow tree branches might become important, not because they’re flammable but because they’re hollow. I suspect that we’re going to find something in at least one of them. Be it treasure or a poneglyph, people, prisoners, King Harald’s grave or Harald himself who might be alive and in hiding. Just something.

I returned from Delulu-land to discuss the super flammable tree. Besides Enel, there are plenty of characters with fire or lightning powers and motives to set the Adam tree on fire. Big Mom if she returns, Loki with his devil fruit powers and/or “Mjölnir”, or the god’s knights who are probably aware of Elbaf’s weak spot. Even the straw hats could do it on accident for example in self-defense. Loki is most likely I think since Ragnarök starts with him in Norse mythology (but imagine it’s Enel I’ll fucking cry).

simp corner:

not much else to say on this front except that Luffy's cute red nose is super cute and Zoro looks really handsome (and fluffy!) this chapter

I don’t know how this turned out so long again. I didn’t think I’d have this much to say. Thanks for reading my insanity. I’ll be off reading 1142 right away (and see my hopes and dreams be crushed). I can’t wait, I’m still buzzing. Oh and I miss Gaban.

*I wish I'd know a way to scale down images somehow so they're not full-screen every time, but ig I have to live with this *I read the not official release of the chapter first to gather first impressions and have time to think on it, then I reread the official translation and edit if needed. I'm not posting these before the official release to avoid spoilers and mistranslations.

[wandafiction]

Eleos - Just Us Chapter 107

Warnings: None I Think

Word Count: 3154

Series List | Chapter 106 | Chapter 108

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“Thank you for lunch, uncles!” Morgan walks backwards as she waves at Thor and Loki, my hand placed gently on top of her head to help guide her as she walks. 

“Of course mini Stark, tell those two to bring you back as much as possible because we miss seeing you every week.” Thor’s voice echoes around the quiet cafe and Morgan laughs loudly when Loki hits the back of Thor’s head telling him there is no need to shout. 

“I will see you soon little apprentice.” It takes me slightly by surprise how soft Loki’s tone is and how genuine his smile is as well, since he is usually up to no good and all you have to do is look at his little smirk to see it.

“Goodbye point break, bye reindeer games!” Wanda looks at me with a brow raised in question at Morgan’s nicknames for them and I smile shaking my head.

“Who gave them those nicknames honey?” I ask Morgan as we leave the cafe, Wanda’s attention going between the sidewalk and my sister as Morgan walks between us holding one of our hands each.

“Dad of course. I don’t know why but those are the names he gave them. He calls Y/n’s dad Legolas. All his friends have nicknames.”

“Does Y/n have a nickname?” Morgan looks up at me humming as she thinks.

“She does but it's not for other people to know.” Morgan looks across to Wanda, my girlfriend smiling down at her as I keep an eye on the sidewalk making sure we don’t walk into anyone as we are taking up the whole sidewalk. 

“Do I get to know this name, or is it just between you, your dad and your sissy?” Morgan hums, moving her lips to the side as I see the cogs in her brain turning. 

“Eleos.” Morgan states simply before going back to looking ahead and swinging both her arms causing mine and Wanda’s to swing too. 

“Eleos?” Wanda looks at me in question and I simply nod to Morgan and Wanda squeezes her hand gently getting her attention. “Why Eleos?”

“Follow me.” Wanda looks back to me and I shrug my shoulders as Morgan leads us over to central park, even though we came here before going to the cafe, I don’t question it and let her take us where she wants; Wanda seems to think the same thing as she just smiles at the young girl who has gone back to swinging our arms.

I let my arms roam the park as Morgan leads us around the park, down a path I recognize to be leading us to the pond to a specific patch of ground. I smile to myself and the thought of her bringing someone else to this spot that only me and Sarah were allowed to bring her to. To anyone else it might just look like a small patch of grass between two trees in a slightly more secluded corner of the pond, but it's where Morgan comes to unwind.

I take my trench coat off, laying it out on the ground so there is a barrier between us and the cold ground as we all sit down. Morgan stays between me and Wanda, keeping our hands in hers as she rests them on her legs as she sits criss-cross applesauce. I kiss the top of Morgan’s head, looking at Wanda whose other hand is gently twirling the end of some of Morgan’s hair around her finger.

“Eleos is a Greek goddess. She is the goddess of compassion and clemency.” Morgan starts reciting what her dad taught her, her eyes looking over the pond as she does, missing the way Wanda watches and listens to her intently. “Among all the gods she is the most useful to human life in its vic- vici. Sissy what's the word?”

“Vicissitudes.” Morgan finally looks away from the pond to me and then to Wanda, my girlfriend's smile growing as Morgan moves to sit with her back to her so she can still see the pond; Wanda presses a kiss to Morgan’s hair as the young girl continues what she is saying.

“The word means change, and it's normally not a good change. Sissy come cuddle.” 

I chuckle as she keeps interrupting her own story but am quick to sit behind Wanda, my legs laying flat either side of hers and my arms wrapping around her waist as my hand rests on Morgan’s stomach; slouching slightly to rest my chin on Wanda’s shoulder. 

“Anyway, the goddess would be there during these changes and would help humanity through it basically because she was kind and caring and very compassionate. I’m not sure what that word means but dad says it's a good thing to be, so that is what she was. Dad says she was a kind and gentle goddess who would give succor to anyone who asked for it. I’m not sure what the big words mean, but he tells me that sissy is very much like the goddess, always doing good for others and helping all of those who ask for it without hesitation. So that's why sissy is Eleos.” 

“Wow she does sound just like Y/n doesn’t she?” Wanda starts weaving her hands through Morgan’s hair turning her head to kiss my temple as my eyes fill with a few tears.

“She really does. But what does, compassionate mean, and clemency and also succor. Dad tells me all the time about Eleos when I ask and he always says those words but I'm only little and don’t understand.” I chuckle as Morgan turns herself around on Wanda’s legs to face us with a curious gaze.

“So succor means to give support when someone is distressed or going through something that they need support with.” I explain in the easy way I know how.

“So like when we supported you after Sarah and nugget died?” I smile at the nickname, watching as Wanda brushes some of Morgan’s hair behind her ear. 

“Exactly. You and your parents helped me through one of the hardest times in my life. You gave succor when I needed it.” 

“Who is nugget?” Morgan looks at Wanda with a wide smile.

“It was my nickname for Evie.”

“That’s adorable.” Wanda says with a soft smile. “And compassionate little one means that you have understanding of what someone may be going through, even if you have never been through it yourself. You are able to help them in a way that others may not because some people struggle to understand what a person may need or want when they are going through something bad. But there are those, who are compassionate, who may not know how it truly feels but they are able to give more support to a person because their minds are full of understanding.”

“I don’t understand.” Me and Wanda chuckle at the young girl’s confusion, but she is right knowing when someone is compassionate over someone who is just saying things they think you want to hear can be difficult and trying to explain that is even harder.

“Okay, how about this little one. What did most people say to you when you went to Sarah’s funeral?” Wanda asks the question with caution, not sure what Morgan’s reaction will be but I smile when I see how she is going to explain it.

“They said sorry, which is silly because it wasn’t their fault and mom always told me never say sorry if something isn’t your fault.” 

“And how did them saying sorry make you feel?” Morgan’s full attention is on Wanda as I just sit and observe the two of them, already loving the bond between them after only a day nearly 2.

“Well it didn’t make me feel good, it made me more sad.”

“Okay, so we know that your sissy is compassionate so what did Y/n tell you at the funeral.” Morgan hums as she thinks and I kiss Wanda’s cheek, her eyes flicking to mine as I mime out a small thank you and she kisses my forehead in return before her attention goes back to Morgan.

“She told me she would be there for anything I needed and would help to her best abilities whenever I asked for it.” Morgan’s eyes light up as she comes to some understanding in her own mind. “Being compassionate is about making sure that the person knows you will support them and be there, instead of just pushing the problem away. Like when people say sorry.”

“Exactly. So you know what succor and compassionate mean. What was the last word?”

“Clemency.” Wanda hums in thought for a second.

“Clemency is like mercy, or leniency. So you can be merciful to those who have wronged you, or you can have a leniency with them so not quite forgiving them or forgetting what they did but also not making their punishment for their acts worse than they are already getting. So if you were to, let's say, someone did something to hurt you and they got in trouble for it. If you were to forgive them for their acts that hurt you, then you are showing acts of clemency. It is very hard to try and explain because it is a term mostly used in the court of law. So Eleos may have forgiven criminals for acts or shown them mercy when it led to how they got punished for breaking the law.”

“So it's about forgiving people that you think can be forgiven but making sure that they are still punished and told what they did was wrong.” A look of utter confusion passes Morgan’s features making me and Wanda chuckle as we both nod.

“Yeah kind of like that, little one.” Morgan smiles at Wanda then at me.

“Well then sissy is definitely Eleos.” She decides, turning back around to face the pond, a silence falling over us as we all just take in the moment.

The sound of the trees swaying in the wind, branches creaking at the strain of moving one way then back the other. The leaves rustling, the sound building with the wind and slowly dying with it too. The birds sing all their different songs, from high pitched melodies to the low coo of the pigeons; our surroundings never once in silence as the world continues to move around us. The sound of water splashing as the ducks dive below the water, to catch their meal or simply to bathe themselves can also be heard if one is to listen closely enough.

However, in our little spot - where Morgan comes to think and unwind - not a sound can be heard apart from the soft gentle breathing as all three of us simply take in the moment; and hold each other in comfort. I smile as I feel a soft kiss being placed on the side of my head, my attention turning from the pond in front to Wanda who subtly nods to Morgan. My eyes slowly move to look at Morgan who is shivering a little, her body moving so she is sitting sideways on Wanda’s lap, her eyes half closed, letting out a small yawn as she relaxes into Wanda more.

“Why don’t we head back to the house and get some dinner started.” I move my hand to weave through Morgan’s hair as she nods against Wanda’s chest. 

“Can we have Stroganoff?” Morgan’s eyes flutter open as much as they can to look up at me, a tired smile growing on her lips.

“Of course we can honey.”

“Yay.” She whispers cheers causing me to chuckle slightly as Morgan’s eyes move to look up at Wanda. “Can you carry me please sis?”

“Of course, little one. Let's get you back in the warm.”  

I stand up from sitting on the ground, looking out to the pond as Wanda wraps her arms around Morgan’s body slowly standing up. Morgan’s head finds home in Wanda’s neck, her small arms wrapping around the back of her neck and her legs around her waist. Wanda’s arms wrap underneath Morgan’s bum keeping her up, as I pick my coat off of the floor; hanging over my arm since it is now cold and wet from being on the ground. I wrap my arm around Wanda’s shoulder pulling her closer to me as we start making our way out of the park.

“Why don’t you call Karen and have her drop the boys off to mine, and we can have a small family meal before I drop Morgan back off to Papa T’s?” I keep my hand on the small of Wanda’s back helping to guide her through a small crowd of people as she tries to keep Morgan safe and comfortable. 

“My phone is in my back pocket, the passcode is 2800.” I hesitate slightly at her ease to just hand over her phone. 

“Uhm, I can take Morgan and you can just call her if you want.” Wanda furrows her brows in confusion looking up to me, as I continue to lead us out of the park.

“It’s okay, just grab it from my pocket and go into my contacts.” 

“But I don't want to invade your privacy.” I state not looking back at her, as I get us to the crosswalk so we can start heading back to mine. 

“There isn’t anything on my phone that I am not happy for you to see. Here.” Now we have come to a stop Wanda is able to quickly move one hand to her pocket keeping Morgan against her with her other and passes me the phone. 

“Uhm, what's the passcode again?” I anxiously tap the screen, it’s not that I don't trust her, it's more that she trusts me enough to just go on her phone. Sarah and Steph never allowed that. 

“2800.” Wanda wraps her arm back around Morgan, hoisting her up a little as she has started to slip down. I type in the passcode, smiling when the phone unlocks and the home screen is a picture of me running around Natasha’s backyard with the boys. 

“I didn’t know you had a picture of this day.” Wanda hums as I turn the phone to show her the home screen and she smiles widely at me as we start to cross the street once the traffic stops.

“Yeah, you all looked so happy and I couldn’t not take a picture.”

“Can you send this to me?” I question as I open up the contacts searching for Karen’s name.

“Of course I can dorogaya.” I wrap my free arm back around her shoulder as I press the call button lifting the phone to my ear. 

Karen: Hello, Wanda.

Me: Hey, Karen it’s Y/n.

Karen: Oh, hello dear. Is everything okay?

Me: It’s perfect. Me and Wanda were just wondering if you were able to drop the boys around mine so that we could introduce them to Morgan and have a family dinner tonight.

Karen: Of course I can. Just send me your address and I will have them outside the door in the next hour or so,

Me: Thank you Karen. And thank you for keeping an eye on them for the best day or two.

Karen: It's no problem, I love the boys no it was no hassle.

Me: Well thank you anyway.

Karen: Okay, I will get the boys ready to go, just send me the address and we will be there. Oh and say hi to Wanda for me.

Me: Will do, see you soon Karen.

Karen: See you soon dear.

“Karen says hello.” I pass on as I put Wanda’s phone, after sending Karen my address, in my coat pocket, swapping it out for my house keys as we make our way onto my street.

“When can she drop the boys off?” Wanda shifts Morgan to her left hip, her right arm dropping to her side and pulling my left arm down so she can link her hand with mine giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“She said within the next hour or so, but with New York traffic at rush hour she could be longer. But we can cook dinner and just keep it warm in the oven until the boys turn up.” 

Wanda pulls me to a stop before I can walk up the stairs to the house and when I raise an eyebrow in question she tugs my arms down more causing me to bend down and she connects our lips in a soft kiss. When our lips part and I look at her in question she simply shrugs her shoulders, grabbing the keys from my hand and making her way up to the stairs. I shake myself out of my daze of confusion quickly jogging up the few steps, and through the door that Wanda is holding open for me. 

I lean down leaving a small kiss on Wanda’s forehead, as I kick the door closed and start taking my shoes off. Once I have hung my coat up and put my shoes on the rack I make my way to Wanda, to take Morgan from her arms so she can get her coat and shoes off but the moment she goes to move Morgan her small arms grip tighter around Wanda’s neck. 

“Morgan, honey you need to let go of Wanda so she can get herself sorted.” I say softly trying to pry her arms off of Wanda but using her super child strength, it’s ridiculous how strong a young child’s grip can be, she whines shaking her head.

“I wanna stay here.” She nuzzles her face into Wanda’s neck more and I give Wanda an I’m sorry smile and she simply shrugs her shoulders as she kicks her shoes off.

“Looks like I am keeping my coat on.” She turns around bouncing Morgan gently in her arms. “I am going to take her to one of the bedrooms and lay down with her for a while. I think she just wants to be held and sleep. Are you going to join us in our little sleep fest?”

“Maybe later, I'm gonna prep everything for dinner.” Wanda hums with a nod, whispering sweet nothing in Morgan’s ear as she whines a little more.

“I will set an alarm for an hour so I can be up for when the boys will roughly get here.” Wanda presses a few kisses to the side of Morgan’s head as she starts making her way upstairs.

“It’s okay, I will just come and get you once food is ready.”

“Okay. I love you baby.” Her soft voice and words make a small blush grow on my cheeks and a soft smile makes its way onto my lips.

“I love you too princess.” My eyes move to see Morgan’s tiredly open to look at me giving me a small wave.

“Night night.” I chuckle as her eyes flutter closed again and Wanda shifts her back onto her hip more. 

“Night night honey.” I start walking past the stairs as Wanda restarts her journey up them, only to come to a stop again when I hear Morgan tiredly mumble.

“I love you Eleos.”

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