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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you everyone for the tags this week! @lokimostly @elodiah @boredintjqueen @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @andthekitchensinkao3

I come bearing more President Loki/Don collar fic! First teased here and here, this one is finally coming together. I cheated and chose eight sentences, but I hope readers are happy I included that last one. 🤭

Loki realized that he was trembling, ever so slightly; it was obvious with Don’s steady hands on him. Don was looking down with a furrow in his brow.  “Loki, why are you doing this?” “Because you wanted to be in control.” “No, I wanted you to trust me,” Don said gently.  “I do trust you,” Loki said, reflexively, and only realized after the words left his lips how true they were. He’d meant it as a lie, to smooth things over, and instead he’d exposed himself with such a vulnerable admission. He waited for Don to capitalize on this weakness, but his expression softened into the sort of smile that made Loki’s heart race in his chest for reasons he refused to acknowledge.

Since I actually remembered tags (no pressure as always): @devilbearingtrouuble @kcscribbler @wolfpup026 @blackbirdofasgard and whoever else would like to share what they're working on! <3

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Seven Some Sentence Sunday

Thank you @distracteddream @elodiah @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @thosegayoldmen for the tags! <3

Since I just posted a fic for the Bad Things verse, I'll share a little bit of another wip from that AU. This is the inevitable meeting of PresDon and Lokius and picks up almost immediately after what I shared here.

He heard the familiar thwap-thwap of Don’s sandals hurrying closer.  “Loki?” Don called, though it was clear he was trying to be quiet. “You disa—” “Take the boys and go inside,” Loki snapped, without turning around. He was rarely so harsh but he didn’t want Don to get any closer, to see who— “What the…” Too late.  Loki was loath to take his attention off the TVA agent, but he needed to see Don’s reaction. When he glanced over his shoulder, Don was staring with his mouth open, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face.  Mobius sighed and said, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

Apologies if these are double-tags! @silentxsymphony @lgwilt @blackbirdofasgard @boredintjqueen

I teased a tiny bit more of this WIP here, if anyone missed it the first time. 👀

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WIP Wednesday

I've been bouncing around on wips recently, but when I saw it's been almost one year to the date that I shared something from the fem!Loki wip, I figured it would be fitting to share that. In the first snippet, Loki changed forms to go to the grocery store with Don, but they didn’t go as unseen as he had hoped. (ETA: Mary is Don's ex-wife.)

Thank you @elodiah and @distracteddream for the tags! <3

“Don, what is going on? The boys are saying the president has been visiting you. Is that true?” “Well, yes—” “And now I hear from Deborah that you’re dating someone?” “That—” Don sighed and pinched the crooked bridge of his nose. “The woman Deborah saw was…the president’s sister.” Not his best lie but he forged on. “She’s from Europe and wanted to see a quaint American grocery store.” That sounded like something Loki would say. And speaking of, in the middle of that sentence, the cell phone was pulled out of his hand and then Mary’s voice was coming out of the speaker as Loki set it beside the stove.  “The president’s sister was in town and you were the one giving her a tour?” Her tone emphasized how unbelievable that was. “From what Deborah said, you weren’t giving a tour.” Good ol’ Deborah.  Loki crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter, unabashedly listening in. Don thought about reaching over to turn off speakerphone, but that was a fight he wouldn’t win. And dinner would burn in the meantime.  Before Don could figure out what to say, Mary went on. “That still doesn’t explain why the president”—again with that disbelieving emphasis—“is showing up at your house. Are you in some kind of trouble?” There really wasn’t any lie he could give that would make the whole situation make sense so he went with the truth. It wasn’t like he could ask the boys to lie to their mother about Loki’s continued presence. “We’re…dating,” Don said. The silence stretched out so long, he thought the call might have dropped.  “The president?” Incredulity made Mary’s voice go up two octaves.  Don covered his face with one hand so he wouldn’t see Loki’s expression.  “Well, he won’t be for much longer,” he mumbled but Mary was still making strange, almost-choking noises.

No pressure tags for: @wolfpup026 @silentxsymphony @thosegayoldmen @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @distracteddream's President Loki snippet from last week, I found myself returning to my beloved Bad Things 'verse, specifically the collar fic. :3 I was able to untangle the part I'd been stuck on and make good progress on it, so hopefully I can finish and share it sometime soon. 💚

Thank you @thosegayoldmen @elodiah @lokimobius @tealdropsworld and @kcscribbler for the tags! <3

Loki heard the outer garage door rattle open, then keys in the lock. Don did a double-take as he came into the kitchen, seeing Loki waiting with his arms crossed. For a moment, Loki thought he saw relief flash across Don’s face, before he turned to shut the door.  Loki knew when Don caught sight of what lay on the table because he went very still. Then he too-casually turned back to face Loki. He had a plastic bag in one hand, his keys in the other, and a motorized drill under one arm. “What is that?” Don said.  Loki had to force his lips apart to respond. “You’re well aware of what it is.”  Don glanced at the collar then back at Loki. “I mean what is it doing here, on the kitchen table?”  When Loki said nothing, Don finally put two and two together. He sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.  “Loki, I’m not going to punish you. You’re an adult—a god,” he added dryly. “You make your own decisions and you live with the consequences.”  The last word made Loki’s skin prickle. Did Don have something worse in mind? “It’s not a punishment,” Loki said, even though it was. “It’s…an offer.”  Don only stared at him, a slight frown on his face that Loki couldn’t read. Loki shifted uneasily. Don was usually such an open book; he didn’t enjoy not knowing how this conversation would end.  “Let me fix the door and then we’ll talk.”

I was rushing to post, so an open tag this time! <3

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Trick or treat 👻

Warning: this treat is extra spicy! 🌶️🌶️🌶️

CW NSFW, consensual somnophilia (please skip this post if that isn't your thing) (it's also President Loki+Don so skip if that isn't your thing either)

Don was so lovely like this, completely relaxed except for the occasional shiver that rolled through him when Loki fucked in deep. He was unable to resist or squirm, his head turned to the side so Loki could watch the faint twitch in his expression when Loki brushed his prostate. Unconscious, but not unfeeling. That was the trick.  Loki enjoyed himself for a while before growing impatient for more. He drove faster into Don’s slack body, welcoming the build up of pleasure until he was on the very edge. Then he lifted the enchantment keeping Don asleep.  The reaction was instant: Don came awake with a confused mumble that dissolved into a moan, his body clenching around Loki as he realized what was happening. It was perfect, exactly what Loki needed. He kept Don pinned down with a hand on the back of his neck, relishing the sound he made as Loki thrust twice more and released deep within him.  While Loki caught his breath, he trailed his hand down Don’s back to take hold of his hips. Loki rocked forward, and Don immediately understood, though Loki didn’t give him much room to move. Don gripped the sheets and ground against the mattress until the friction was enough for him to come with a groan.  Loki fell forward, his hands braced on the bed, and kissed the nape of Don’s neck as his trembling slowed.  "Not a bad enchantment after all, hmm?" Loki murmured. Don's answering chuckle was muffled. He uncurled his fingers from the sheet and slid a hand over to cover Loki’s to pat it in agreement.

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Title: Take What You Need Rating: E Fandom: Loki (TV) Relationship: President Loki/Don (Bad Things AU) Some Additional Tags: POV President Loki (Loki TV), POV Don (Loki TV), Long-Haired Mobius M. Mobius, President Loki Being an Asshole (Loki TV), Loki is Bad at Feelings (Marvel), Loki Has Trust Issues (Marvel), Established Relationship, Arguing, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Loki doesn't use magic during sex (for once!), Collars Word Count: 9.6k

Summary:

“Loki, I’m not going to punish you. You’re an adult—a god,” he added dryly. “You make your own decisions and you live with the consequences.” The last word made Loki’s skin prickle. Did Don have something worse in mind? “It’s not a punishment,” Loki said, though it was. “It’s…an offer.”

A power-restricting collar provides an opportunity for an exploration of trust and control.

At long last, the collar fic is here! I've been teasing/talking about this one for a while, so I hope the end result lives up to expectations. 💚🧡

Also, all of the tumblr ask prompts for these two are now posted to ao3 under a separate series: That Time When... So if you missed any, or want to read them again, you can find them there. 😊

Thanks for reading!

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💕 President Loki + Don

Welp, once again I went a little overboard. 😅 But this one is a sick fic, a Halloween fic, and an ask prompt fill all in one so it's okay if it's a little long, right? Inspired by your drawing of sick, blanket burrito Loki. ❤️

ETA: Look at this blanket burrito President Loki!! Thank you for immortalizing him in his pathetic misery. 🤣💚

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

Pride goeth before the fall and Don was looking at a prime example of it. The huddle of blankets on the couch shook with another series of coughs, followed by a not-very-productive sounding sniffle.

“No better, huh?” Don said, standing beside the couch. The medicine had been a shot in the dark, given he knew nothing about Loki’s physiology. 

A face appeared within the swath of blankets, eyes narrowed and nose red. The glower Loki leveled at him could have peeled paint from the wall. He opened his mouth—probably to deliver some scathing reply—but another coughing fit hit him. It had barely let up when Loki suddenly sat up, flinging off the blankets. 

“Enough!” he snapped. “How can a mere human ailment affect me so? This is absurd!” His fury was somewhat dampened by his consonants being so congested.

He swayed and Don caught his shoulder to keep him upright. 

“I don't know what to tell you, babe. Even the Martians fell to plain ol’ bacteria.” 

“What? And don't call me that,” Loki added mulishly. He normally let the endearment slide but being sick apparently brought out his petulance. 

“Not an H.G. Wells fan?” Don teased. He took his hand away once he was sure Loki wouldn't fall over and picked up the couch pillows that had been shoved to the floor. “It really does help to sleep propped up.”

“It wasn't comfortable,” Loki muttered and sniffled again. He started to pull the blankets back around him. 

Don plucked a couple tissues from the box on the coffee table and reached for Loki's nose. Loki jerked back. 

“I am not a child!” A hand emerged from the blanket cocoon to snatch the tissues. He blew his nose noisily.

No, but you're acting like one. Don kept that thought to himself. It was a true sign of how out of it Loki must be feeling when he didn't notice. Loki usually read Don like an open book, picking up every cheeky comment he thought but didn’t voice. 

“Have you never been sick before? Not even as a child?” Don knew Loki considered himself all-powerful, but he could be hurt—even almost mortally injured—so illness had to be a thing back on Asgard. 

Loki had slumped against the couch arm with his eyes closed, breathing shallowly. He was quiet long enough that Don thought he’d fallen asleep. Then he sighed. 

“As a child, yes. Occasionally.” He opened his eyes but seemed to be looking through the floor instead of at it. “My mother cared for me until I was better.” 

Don could see Frigga playing nursemaid well, as kind and gentle as she had been. 

“Well, good news: I have lots of experience with this. The kids are constantly bringing home some new form of crud.”

Loki’s gaze darted to Don, a flash of alarm in his eyes before he masked it. Don wondered if, in the future, Loki was going to vanish whenever one of the boys got sick. 

“Why don’t I make you some soup, and…” He trailed off, looking up at the ceiling as he heard raised voices from upstairs. There were two loud slams as the argument continued. 

“You said you were gonna be Zeus!” 

“And you said you’d be Iron Man!” 

The squabbling grew louder as the boys came down the stairs. Don hurried to meet them by the door. 

Both boys were dressed in full body costumes printed to look like a three-piece suit, complete with a red and blue “vote” pin. It wasn’t very realistic, but what could you expect from a mass-produced “Mr. President” costume. Both were also wearing a plastic set of horns with elastic bands that went around their heads to keep the horns in place. The black stood out against the boys’ blond hair. 

“He copied me!” Sean said, shoving his brother with his shoulder. 

“Nuh-uh! It was my idea first!” Kevin replied, pushing back. 

“Come on, don’t fight,” Don said, and lowered his voice. “You know Loki isn’t feeling well.” 

They both sent guilty looks towards the living room. Loki was hidden behind the couch’s back, but he had been there since they went upstairs to change. 

“Can we show him our costumes?” Sean asked. Kevin added puppy eyes to the request. 

“Only if you stop fighting about it,” Don said. The boys shared annoyed glances and then sighed. 

“Fine,” Kevin muttered. 

Don ushered them around the couch to find Loki had disappeared into the huddle of blankets again. Hopefully he hadn’t fallen asleep. 

“Hey Loki, the boys wanna show off their Halloween costumes if you’re feeling up for it,” he coaxed. 

The pile of blankets wriggled a little and then parted so Loki could peer out. He blinked and then his scowl deepened. 

“Atrocious,” he croaked. 

Don felt a half-second of regret, mixed with worry about how his sons would react, and then his heart stopped when green light enveloped both boys. It was gone in the next instant, but Don’s heart almost shot out of his chest before he saw the boys were still there. He knew Loki had come to care for them, but he was more crabby than ever with this cold and history had shown how quickly Loki lashed out when in a bad mood. Don could tell their outfits had changed and moved around them to get a better look.

The one-piece costumes were gone, transformed into identical full three-piece suits, complete with bright green vests and matching ties. The toy crowns now looked exactly like Loki’s, solid and gleaming gold, mysteriously staying in place without any band around the back of the head. 

Sean and Kevin looked at each other, realized what had happened, and let out identical shouts of joy that made Don wince. 

“Thank you, Loki!” Kevin said, almost a screech. 

Don caught them both by the shoulder before they could tackle Loki with hugs. 

“You can thank him tomorrow when he’s feeling better, okay?” He steered his sons towards the front door. “Now, you’ve got your bags?” They both held up their Halloween-themed shopping bags. “Good. Go straight to Devon’s house and don’t give his mom any trouble tonight, got it? Or I’ll confiscate all the candy when you get home.” He fixed them both with stern looks.

“Yes, Dad,” Sean said, rolling his eyes. “I still don’t see why we can’t go on our own.” 

“Because your dad is an old fart who worries,” Don said, and was relieved when they giggled at the remark. Next year, Sean would be old enough to probably push back more, but he was grateful they were behaving now. “Have fun! Tell Ms. Anderson I said hi.” 

He watched from the doorway until they were halfway down the street. It looked like they might have started squabbling again, but once they started collecting candy, it’d be fine. Don almost wished he was the chaperone this year, to see people’s reactions when they opened their doors and found twin mini President Lokis on their front step.

He started to close the door and spotted the bowl of candy waiting for the trick-or-treaters to arrive. He always gave out candy, whether the boys were with him or not, and he’d bought plenty in preparation this year. There was another sneeze from the living room, followed by a string of irritable cursing. 

Don flicked the porch light on, then stepped out to leave the bowl on the chair by the door. It was even odds whether the first kids to arrive would dump the whole thing into their bags, but he had a more pressing issue to deal with. 

He shut the door and went back into the living room. Loki’s face was still visible, his eyes closed as he leaned back against the couch’s arm. 

“Is that all I am now? A mere caricature?” Loki muttered. “It barely even looked like me.” 

“Kids’ costumes are like that,” Don said. “Do you want that soup now?” 

“No,” Loki said, turning his head away and sniffling. He really did look miserable. After a moment, he heaved a big sigh that almost turned into another coughing fit. “Fine.” 

Don smiled, then leaned down to press a kiss to Loki’s forehead. Loki opened his eyes, his expression turning pleading as he tilted his chin up. Now Don was the one to sigh, but he dutifully pressed a kiss to Loki’s lips. If this cold was going to get him, he supposed it would’ve kicked in by now. 

Loki’s red cheeks and nose hadn’t changed, but he looked slightly mollified by the kiss. 

“I’ll come back with some soup and ginger ale, okay?” 

“Ale?” Loki said, frowning. Any further questions were stalled by him turning his head to cough into the blankets. Don brushed some of his hair out of his face and resisted the urge to call him adorable. It’d only make Loki more cranky. 

“You’ll see. Hang tight until I come back.” 

Loki nodded, closing his eyes once again. Don half-expected him to be asleep when he came back, but that wasn’t a problem. The soup could be reheated and he’d drink the ginger ale himself. 

As he headed into the kitchen, he thought again about Sean and Kevin’s costumes. Now that they’d had upgrades, courtesy of Loki, there was no way they’d go back to the cheap store-bought kind, or even something homemade. But would Loki help out if it wasn’t about improving his own image?  Guess we’ll find out next year, Don thought, and smiled to himself as he heated up the soup.

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🫶 for Don/President Loki 💕

Thank you for the prompt! I just love having fun with these two. 💖

Here's another maybe canonical-to-the-AU/maybe not scene of them in Asgard. (Which is a real fic I'm still working on, not just a fanciful imagining.😆)

CW NSFW

11.🫶 Teasing or sensual touch

“I don't think I've had a bath since I was a kid,” Don said as he lowered himself into the water.  Loki watched with his eyes half closed until Don was submerged up to his chest.  “That's because your bathtub is only suitable for children,” he said, letting his eyes fall closed. 

The bathroom of the presidential suite wasn't as grand as those here in Asgard, but it was far better than the one at Don's house. The more time Loki spent there, the more he noticed how many aspects of the home were in dire need of an upgrade. He didn’t understand how the man was content to live with such shabby surroundings. He heard Don chuckle and then sigh. “It's not like I have a lot of time to be lounging around anyway.” His voice was quiet, as if the heat of the bath was already working its magic. Loki opened his eyes.  Don mirrored Loki, reclining against the far end of the bathtub with his arms resting on the sides. It was deep enough that even though Don bent his knees, they were still fully submerged. Loki had his own legs stretched out, forcing Don to put his feet on either side of Loki’s so that their ankles touched. Don had his eyes closed and his head tipped back. The warmth of the water had brought a pink tinge to his skin that was creeping up from where the water lapped against his chest. Don sighed again, looking completely relaxed, his expression softened like it always was when he'd just woken up.  Loki couldn't resist the temptation. He lifted one foot and dragged the outside of his ankle along the inside of Don's calf. As he slid it back down, he watched Don crack one eye open. Loki held his gaze as he did it again, going up to the inside of Don’s knee.  Loki lowered his foot to the bottom of the bathtub and Don shifted slightly but didn’t draw his legs away.  “I thought you wanted to relax,” he said, looking more amused than surprised.  “I did,” Loki replied and lifted his foot again. He paused there, not touching Don yet, only watching Don’s gaze drop as he swallowed. Then Loki put his foot back down.  Don looked up, saw Loki’s expression, and shook his head with a soft laugh. Loki’s smirk grew. Don had figured out the game.  Don shifted again, sinking a little lower into the water and leaning his head back. When he closed his eyes, he was smiling. “We have different ideas about relaxing,” he said.  Loki let the anticipation build as he watched Don breathe in and out, then trailed his foot up that same path, going a little further past Don’s knee this time.  “I find this very relaxing,” Loki said, repeating the motion. He watched Don grip the sides of the bathtub to hold himself still.  “Of course you do,” Don muttered, but there was humor in his voice.  Loki continued to tease with slow brushes of his foot along Don’s skin, working his way closer and closer to Don’s crotch, his gaze on Don’s face the whole time. He could tell when Don shifted from simply attempting to hold still, to resisting the urge to touch himself. Loki continued until Don’s hands were trembling where they held onto the bathtub.  Only then did Loki pull his foot back completely and sit up, causing the water to slosh against them both. Don opened his eyes, looking confused at first and then relieved when he saw Loki closing in on him. Don reached out as Loki settled in between his legs, tilting his face up for a kiss. “Had enough relaxing?” Don asked against Loki’s lips.  “Simply changing the method,” Loki replied with a grin, and then set about helping Don release all that delicious tension he'd built up.

Prompts are here. Other ficlets here.

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Title: I'll Be Anything You Need Rating: E Fandom: Loki (TV) Relationship: President Loki/Don Some Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex Pollen, Overstimulation, Come Eating, Begging, Fingers in Mouth, Desperation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Wet & Messy Word Count: 2k [complete]

Loki has always wanted to see Don with all his inhibitions stripped away. With the help of a special flower, he can.

During Wanksgiving, I wrote a little sex pollen drabble for these two and thought that was it. Then a couple weeks later, the spirit of smut possessed me and I expanded it to this. Posting as a part of Wanksmas to serve as a distraction during another round of holiday festivities, should you need it.

I'm also counting this as a square on my @lokiusbingo card, which gets me my third bingo! Still going for the blackout, just very, very slowly. Bingo card under the cut. @kcscribbler

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Fic Writing Review 2024

Words written and fics:

221,662 words written

24,287 of that was for tumblr ask games

19 fics worked on

Words written per fandom:

220,361 - Loki

1301 - Sharperton (Crimson Peak meets Bridgerton)

Fics and words published:

14 fics published

4 multi-chapter

10 one shots

4 drabbles

20 tumblr ask prompt fics

181,886 words published on ao3

Published fics per fandom:

99% Loki

1% Sharperton

Top 2024 fics per kudos:

A Desperate Play for Control (Avengers AU)

Like You Mean It (Bad Things 'verse)

Beg Me For It (Bad Things 'verse)

Intoxicated, Calculated (Lokius drunken kisses)

Just Like Runaway Horses (Cowboy AU)

Fandom events in 2024:

Lokius Reverse Bang

Hug/Kiss/Touch prompts (do those count?)

Lokius Trick or Treat

Thank you @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for the tag! This was really fun! Every year I say I'm going to use a spreadsheet to track my words written and then I don't, so these are my best estimates. I think everyone I know already got tagged so take this as an open tag to join in, if you do wish.❤️

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some qualitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Artists and gif makers, please also join in with any quantitative or qualitative stats or facts you want to share about your year.

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PrezDoki Collar? 👀

I thought I had teased this one a bunch but I can only find this one snippet? 👀

There's two parts to this idea. The first, which introduces the collar, takes place shortly after Let Me See You. The second, when the collar gets used, takes place after Where You Belong. Altogether it's a story about control.

While he's raiding research labs to find something he can use to travel to Asgard, President Loki comes across an experimental power-dampening collar. He takes it with him and when Don sees it, he thinks it might be fun to have sex with Loki wearing it. Loki takes this poorly and, after a brief fight, the topic is forgotten.

After Where You Belong, there are repercussions to Loki poking the hornet's nest (i.e. Nick Fury) and they have another fight. To show Don that he can give up control, Loki offers to wear the collar. After that it's porn with feelings time!

I definitely shared an early bit where Loki jokingly puts the collar on Don, but here is some of Loki wearing the collar:

The memory of standing in that courtroom, powerless and mere moments away from being sent to the Void in the most painful fashion was suddenly fresh in his mind. But Don’s cluttered bedroom couldn’t be farther from the sterile, austere TVA. And Don, though he shared a face, wasn’t the TVA’s Agent Mobius. Mobius had never looked at Loki with such concern.  “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”  “No,” Loki said and swallowed. It made the collar briefly tighter.  He could recognize the absence of his seidr now. When the TVA hunters grabbed him, he’d been too caught up in his outrage to notice. It wasn’t much, a muted feeling more than anything else. It was the absence that cut him, when he reached out to do something that was as natural as breathing and nothing happened.  “Unpleasant memories,” Loki finally said, because Don was still watching him. The answer caused a frown so Loki leaned forward to press his face against Don’s stomach, wanting to avoid any further questions.  The chemically fake “fresh” scent of Don’s detergent was oddly grounding. It reminded him again of where he was. He nuzzled into Don’s softness and heard his quick in-drawn breath. Loki brought his hands up to Don’s hips.  “You’re such a bad influence,” Don said, sliding his fingers into Loki’s hair.

Thank you for the ask. <3 From this list. Other answers here.

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks @kcscribbler for the tag!

This is a silly thing I started as a distraction from my current WIP. Featuring female Loki (technically genderfluid in the context of the full story, but presenting as female and using she/her pronouns here) and Don at the grocery store.

“Don?” “Oh no.” Don didn’t cover his face with his hands but it was a near thing. If he kept walking, maybe he could pretend he hadn’t heard anything. Loki twisted to look behind them, a mischievous smile curling her lips.  “Why, hello there,” she called. Don was forced to stop and turn to Deborah, who was approaching with her half-full cart.   “Hey, Deborah,” he said, summoning a smile. He watched his neighbor’s wide-eyed gaze bounce between him—in his usual rumpled work clothes—and Loki—in a curve-hugging green dress and four-inch heels that were more suited to a runway than a small chain grocery store—and tried to remember if Deborah still kept in touch with his ex. “How are you?”  “Fine, just fine. I didn’t know you were seeing someone.” That was Deborah. About as subtle as a wrecking ball and twice as nosy. Don opened his mouth to make up something, but Loki beat him to it.  “Oh, we’re not dating. Just having a bit of fun,” she said brightly. Well, Loki certainly was, because she pressed herself to Don’s side and laid a hand on his chest, then lowered her voice to a not-at-all-quiet whisper. “Did you know, he’s quite a beast in bed.”  “Loki,” Don hissed, looking around to make sure no one else was close enough to hear. He could feel his face heating up.  Deborah’s eyes somehow grew wider. “Is…is that so?” she asked faintly.

Going with an open tag for this one! If you see this and decide to share, feel free to @ me so I can see it. ❤️

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Title: Where You Belong Rating: M (E when complete) Fandom: Loki (TV) Relationship: President Loki/Don (Mobius Variant) Some Additional Tags: President Loki POV, Don POV, Long-Haired Mobius/Don, Loki Variant, Supportive Frigga, Actions Have Consequences, Family Reunions, Loki is Bad at Feelings (and communicating), (eventual) Porn with Feelings. Word Count: 7.2k [2/4 posted, 16.5k by the end]

Summary:

Loki was uncharacteristically silent as he stared at Frigga.   “Mother?” someone else spoke up.  Don’s heart stopped. He knew that voice. It lacked the gravelly quality he was used to but there was no mistaking it. He spun around.  The person behind them bore an unmistakable resemblance to Loki except for one glaring difference: his skin was blue. 

With the pieces of his plan finally coming together, Loki intends to claim his place on the timeline. But nothing is ever that easy for this particular variant.

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This is my fourth Lokius bingo fic! (And second completed bingo, as I inch closer to a blackout...👀) Bingo details under the cut.

Prompts included are: “technology malfunction”, “stranded off-world”, “I didn’t know it could be like this��� and “restraints”. Woo! @kcscribbler @lokiusbingo

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Title: Where You Belong Rating: E Fandom: Loki (TV) Relationship: President Loki/Don (Mobius Variant) Some Additional Tags: President Loki POV, Don POV, Long-Haired Mobius/Don, Loki Variant, Supportive Frigga, Actions Have Consequences, Family Reunions, Loki is Bad at Feelings (and communicating), Porn with Feelings, Don wears Loki's horns, Lap Sex. Word Count: 17.3k [4/4, complete]

Summary:

“Well?” he asked. “I’m sure you have questions for me.”  “Certainly. But I think the answers are less important than you believe they are. Let me have a look at you first.”  Loki tried not to squirm under Frigga's attention, or give in to the urge to exchange the Asgardian clothes for his more familiar tailored suit and horns. It had been so long since he wore anything in the style he’d grown up with, the other garments felt like better armor.  “You must have gone through quite a journey to have ended up here,” she said.

President Loki brings Don to Asgard, intending to claim his place on the timeline, but despite his plans immediately go awry, he gets to see some familiar faces again.

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This fic is now complete! I've linked to chapter 1 here so this post can be used to reblog the full version of the fic details, but if you read the first two chapters, you'll want to start chapter 3 (which is what the above snippet is from).

I hope you enjoy reading! 💚💙

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2024 Writing Roundup

Thank you for tagging me @blackbirdofasgard and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening! <3 This got a little long so I'm not going to tag anyone at the end, but feel free to join in if you see this!

Lokius: 16 fics, 7 drabble-ish stories, 181,714 words (with an additional 24,287 words posted to tumblr)

February

Like You Mean It - M, Loki/Mobius, Prezdoki AU (technically)

Beg Me For It - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

The beginning of the Bad Things 'verse, and my descent into rare pair madness. 😂

March

No Time For Love, Dr. Bones - T, President Loki/Dr. Indianapolis Bones

April

Let Me See You - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

May

Sweeten the Pot - T, Loki/Mobius

June

Out in the Open - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

July

My Mind's Aflame - E, Loki/Mobius/President Loki

August

Where You Belong - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

Just Like Runaway Horses - E, Loki/Mobius, Cowboy AU

October

Intoxicated, Calculated - E, Loki/Mobius

A Desperate Play for Control - E, Loki/Mobius, Avengers AU

November

Love in Every Cup - G, Loki/Mobius

A Break in the Routine - E, Loki/Mobius

More Than Your Broken Pieces - M, Loki/Mobius, Avengers Loki x Mr. Tesseract

December

In A Fever 'Til the End - E, Loki/Mobius, Cowboy AU

I'll Be Anything You Need - E, President Loki/Don, Prezdoki AU

Drabble-ish writing (written for Wanksgiving and Wanksmas)

More

Lovely

Perfect

Convincing

Well-Behaved

The Mistake

Lace

Honorable mentions to other fandoms under the read more!

Sharperton (Benedict Bridgerton/Thomas Sharpe)

Thank you @silentxsymphony for being the catalyst to writing this ship! I've had so much fun discussing these two with you. 💖

Society's Expectations

Shall We Dance?

There are a few more tidbits with them in the Sharperton tag, including the ask prompt that started it all!

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, MDZS

How to Shred Trails (and win hearts)

so much that it hurts

Frosthawk (Loki/Clint Barton)

Left Wanting

WHEW! That's a lot of writing. The total for all fandoms was 197,764 words.

I feel incredibly lucky to have found the Loki fandom when I did because all this writing was helping me cope with a shit year. I hope circumstances improve in 2025, but I also hope I can keep writing so I can share the ideas currently crowded in my brain. 😊💚🧡

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PREZDOKIIIIIIIIIII (any) 😌

You're making me choose?? 😆 I think I've talked about (or shared) all but the last on the list so here you go!

PrezDoki meets Lokius

The chronological finale of the Bad Things 'verse! Following the events of Like You Mean It, canon proceeded as usual for our Lokius pair, leaving Mobius alone and Loki in the tree. Mobius gets curious about whatever happened to the timeline he left at the mercy of a President Loki variant, and can't quite believe what he finds (PrezDoki living their lives) so he drops in to see for himself. Prez really doesn't like this.

Somehow, it would end with Lokius reunited so everyone gets their happy ending, because that's how I roll! 😂

Here's a snippet because I really want to share this one but it's barely half-written:

Loki was half-dozing in the late afternoon heat when he felt it. A prickle of unease, the sense of being watched. His eyes snapped open behind his sunglasses and he looked around as best he could without moving. No immediate threats he could see. The boys were wrestling in the yard. Don stood by the grill, spatula in one hand, watching them with a smile. The threat was elsewhere.  Loki split away from himself, leaving a decoy appearing to doze in the lawn chair as he crept away, scanning the other yards. His heart stopped when he saw a familiar brown-suited figure standing across the street, seemingly watching them. Then rage consumed him.  How dare he? How dare he wait this long and then show up to finish what the TVA had started. Loki kept himself invisible until he’d gotten closer, then dropped the spell so he could see Mobius’ eyes widen with surprise just before he was slammed into the tree. Loki pinned him with a forearm across his chest and a knife at his throat.  “Finally come to get your revenge?” he snarled. “Did you think if you waited long enough, my defenses might lower enough to be caught?”  Mobius had his hands raised but there was no TemPad in sight. Nor were there any TVA hunters, but that didn’t mean they weren’t around here somewhere. He suddenly thought of the idyllic scene he’d left unattended.  “I’ll ensure your death is a slow one if you’ve sent your hunters after that family.”  “I’m not here to fight,” Mobius said, “and I didn’t bring any hunters.”  It sounded like the truth, but Loki couldn't trust him. He examined Mobius, noting the differences since he’d last seen him.  There was no variant, for starters. It made Loki’s skin prickle—the other Loki could have also cloaked himself—but Mobius didn’t seem nervous, or like he was trying to stall or distract Loki. He looked tired, with dark smudges beneath his eyes. It was strange to look at him now, when Loki was so accustomed to Don’s face. Even as similar as they were, there were distinct differences, most notable the way they looked at Loki. Don’s eyes were always warm, occasionally exasperated but still carrying fondness.  Mobius’ eyes had a haunted look to them, a hollowness.

Thank you for the ask. <3 From this list.