#suave!loki

[nostalgia-tblr]

power move: writing president loki/tva loki and referring to "the taller man" partway through the fic in a way that makes it impossible for the reader to guess which of these identical men is supposedly taller.

[mensuited]

[worstloki]

been thinking of Loki as a vengeful ghost/demon that tries to kill Thor after dying on Jotunheim except instead of killing Thor straightup Thor's on a quest following a trail of weird clues and strange happenings across multiple realms sort of? so Loki is just leading him around not showing himself but very much heartbroken in the distance about how Thor just 'moved on'. Meanwhile on Thor's end it's very evident in how Thor handles quests once Loki is gone that he still follows all the advice and suggestions Loki made, and tries to consider what Loki would have done when he does things.

[chilledagridolce27]

Loki is Scar in Lion King but with a redemption arc

think about it

[morally-grey-variant]

Re-watching Loki today (because I work from home and also have a problem) and the D.B. Cooper scene gets me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

He's so fucking SUAVE and CHARMING and I MELT.

I desperately need more Doctor Who-style "actually it was ME at this famous historical mystery" stories from Loki.

Did he start the Dancing Plague as an anti-Footloose joke that got out of hand? Did he spend some time as Cleopatra and then vanish when things got dicey? I NEED MORE

[doubledeadstudio]

Hello, happy holidaysヾ(＾∇＾) I apologize for this being a long question but I've been thinking for a long time and I really have to ask if you would ask the RH crew (Mars, Abel and Fleur too if that's okay) for book and/or movie recommendations, what would they give ? If it's not a spoiler, what media inspired their depiction, if any? I want to practice English so I find new things I like, and I hope my words make meaning when I use translation. Have a happy holiday (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

Happy Holidays! This is so sweet. Good luck on your language journey.

Recommendations:

Crux Hertz - The Ritual (2017) or Bones and All (2022) (movie), Siddharta by Hermann Hesse or No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai (books)

Black Lumaban - Mad Max: Fury Road (movie), The Conquest of Bread by Peter Kropotkin (book)

Vincenzo Fontana - Possession (1981) (movie), The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde or Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (book)

Florentin Blanchett - The Substance (2024) or Dead Ringers (1988) (movie), Stiff by Mary Roach (book)

Abel Valencia - American Psycho (2000) or Wolf of Wall Street (2013), no books because he's stupid but I will give a TV show... Desperate Housewives

Inspirations:

So, the thing about this is really complicated because I'm an avid art fan and I consume all sorts of media, from books to movies to tv shows and music. Generally, I get a concept then my brain starts piecing things together. (Crux is the hardest to explain because he originally started off as the child of two of me and my husband's oldest OCs... and he became a whole separate beast on his own.)

But I can give characters that really remind me of them!

Crux - Sans (Undertale), Gojo (JJK), Loki (Marvel), Shawn Spencer (Psych) (This is the worst list of all time), also Markus (Red Embrace:Hollywood), and Lee (Bones and All). Hozier and Will Wood remind me of his aesthetic.

Black - Guts (Berserk), Lio Fotia (Promare), Fenris (Dragon Age), Warren Peace (Sky High), Bigby (Wolf Among Us), Juri (Utena). For music, grandson has his vibes.

Vincenzo - Lestat (Interview with a Vampire), Orin (Baldur's Gate 3), Gilbert (Kaze to Ki no Uta), Mahito (JJK), Alois Trancy (Black Butler), Ryo Asuka (Devilman Crybaby). His storyline was largely inspired by HP Lovecraft's Dreams of Witch House. For music, near everything by Emilie Autumn and Mindless Self Indulgence.

Abel - Ashley (The Boys), Rhys (Tales from the Borderlands), Nathan (Life is Strange). (I won't lie, a huge part of him is directly inspired to parody Right Wing pundits lolol) For music, no lie, Laufey and Lana del Rey, LMAO.

Florentin - Griffith (Berserk), Viktor Frankenstein, Dr Herbert West (Re-Animator).

~~~

For Mars:

Hello, Clovis here, creator of Mars! Thank you for the interest! Mars likes classic films with lots of sexuality and violence. Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction, Chicago (he loves a good musical if it isn't too sugary-sweet). He'll go for the stereotypical Dad Movies too as long as he thinks they're suave enough, like James Bond and Indiana Jones. For books, he reads a lot more than you'd think and enjoys being well-read, but let's say A Song of Ice and Fire, because there's political drama and everyone's suffering. (Their misfortune and crushed innocence amuses him.)

Mars is inspired heavily from the Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood depiction of Greed. While not a direct inspiration (I've had the character for years), Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen is hilariously similar to him. Vintage mafia movies are where a lot of his aesthetic comes from. If you like crime thrillers, I would highly recommend the television show Fargo for bastard men that you love to hate, are scary as hell, and are darkly comedic. — Clovis @VileFable

[wheredafandomat]

Bookshop girl 📚

Avenger! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains mentions of books, sex and awkward situations 😂 contains smut

Confident, assertive, equanimous and poised were words that were often used to describe Loki. In Asgard he was a prince, charming and suave and he entered Midgard a force, something to be feared, someone that garnered respect and yet he found himself pacing the common room, biting his nail nervously as he rambled about his insecurities to Thor who was doing little to soothe him. Just as Thor opened his mouth to speak, Bucky entered the room, taking in the scene.

“What are we talking about?” He questioned, noting Loki’s furrowed brows as he paused, turning to face him.

“Nothing.” Loki answered at the same time Thor answered “bookshop girl.”

“Oooh, bookshop girl.” Bucky grinned as Loki narrowed his gaze at Thor.

“She has a name.” Loki tutted.

“I know, I hear you saying it whenever you’re—” Bucky began, doing an uncouth hand gesture before Loki interrupted him, pushing his hands down.

“Stop!” He almost pleaded.

“I’m just sayin’ thin walls and super soldier hearing” Bucky shrugged, ignoring Loki’s scowl “anyways, what seems to be the problem?”

“Loki has a date with her tonight.” Thor answered, causing Loki to cut his eye at him before speaking.

“It’s not just a date, it’s the date.” Loki explained.

“The date yeah?” Bucky teased, wiggling his brows.

“Yes, at least I think so, she’s invited me to her apartment for dinner and I’m not sure what the etiquette for these things are.” Loki sighed.

“You go to her place and you bang her.” Bucky spoke matter of factly making Loki’s eyes widen in shock.

“What’s going on in here?” Steve asked, walking into the room.

“Loki’s finally gonna bang bookshop girl tonight.” Bucky answered, Loki huffing and rolling his eyes.

“Nice” Steve noted earnestly, patting Loki’s back “I hope you’ll be respectful and use protection of course.” He added.

“If you do not remove your hand from me within the next three seconds, I’ll be forced to—” Loki began before Steve took a step away from him, holding his hands up.

“Okay, okay.”

“Norns, why did I even bother confiding in you dimwits?” Loki puffed, pressing his fingers to his temples.

“Here’s what you do” Bucky began, setting the scene as he raised his hands up into the air, seemingly gesturing to some kind of imaginary thought bubble “you buy her some pretty flowers, some chocolate, maybe even bring a bottle of wine and then you seduce her, massage her shoulders a little, caress her and then when she’s like putty in your freakishly large hands, she’ll be tearing your clothes off and that’s when you kiss her and show her how an Asgardian prince fucks.” He finished with a wide smile.

“Things are so much more confusing here with women.” Loki groaned.

“I know buddy, I know.”

📚

Hearing your bell ring, you gasped, realising that Loki was on time. You quickly buzzed him in, standing anxiously at the front door. You smoothed down your dress and then your hair before quickly glancing in the mirror at yourself. To say you were nervous was a criminal understatement. This was the first time Loki was coming over and you wondered whether tonight was the night you’d—

The door knocked, making you almost yelp as you lost your trail of thought, opening the door.

“Loki, come in.” You smiled when your eyes met, almost all your nerves slipping away as you looked at him; it was Loki, your Loki.

“These are for you.” He spoke, handing you a bouquet of roses and a bottle of wine.

“Thank you.” You beamed, bringing the bouquet to your nose before inhaling. They smelt sweet. “These are gorgeous.” You continued to smile, gesturing him inside.

“Gorgeous flowers for a gorgeous lady.” He answered, leaving you biting your lip. “Something smells amazing.” He remarked, following behind you as you walked towards the kitchen.

“That’s dinner, it’s almost ready.” You answered. “Sit down.” You told him, directing him to a chair at the kitchen table. Pulling out thechair, Loki sat down, watching you as you grabbed a vase for the flowers. Turning your attention to the stove, you began plating the food, unaware of Loki standing up and making his way towards you. Standing behind you, he placed his hands on your shoulders before he began massaging them.

“I’m really ticklish.” You giggled before you started to squirm, the plate unsteady in your hand. “Stopp.” You laughed, Loki smiling and continuing thinking you enjoyed this judging by your reaction.

“Stop!” You yelled, spinning as you flung the plate, the food landing all over him before you gasped in realisation. “Oh gosh, oh Loki, I’m so sorry” you apologised profusely “I’m just really ticklish.”

“Honesty it’s fine, my apologies.” Loki replied.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” You spoke, beginning to unbutton his shirt without even realising your actions and just wanting to do something, anything to rectify your actions.

Bucky’s earlier words ringing in his head again; something about putty and kisses, Loki pressed you against the counter as he kissed you deeply, a kiss that you returned before breathlessly pulling away.

“Woah.” You murmured.

“Let me take you to bed and show you how an Asgardian prince fucks.” Loki winked, your eyes rounding before you entered a tense ten seconds of just staring at each other. “I’ve said something wrong haven’t I.” Loki figured.

“Um”

“I think I should-I should leave.” He stuttered, turning away and walking back towards the front door.

“Loki wait” you called after him, following behind him. Turning around, Loki looked down at you as you spoke “you’ve got—” you mumbled, reaching up to grab a piece of pasta from his hair, a mortified expression on his face as he realised.

“Goodnight y/n.” Loki rushed out, pecking your cheek before leaving.

📚

“How did it go?” Bucky asked once Loki was back at the compound and drinking apple juice out of a wine glass in the kitchen.

“Awful” Loki groaned “no thanks to you.” He added sarcastically.

“Hey don’t blame me, my methods work.” Bucky spoke defensively.

“Yes well maybe on your one night wenches but not my y/n, she’s precious and sweet and she-she always smells like honey for some reason and I-I ruined things and now I hate myself and norns I already miss her.” Loki lamented.

“You could always try apologising.” Bucky dismissed nonchalantly, stepping past Loki. “Bookshop girl I presume.” He greeted, looking at you who had just arrived moments ago.

“S-sergeant Barnes.” You almost gasped, looking up at him, Loki feeling dizzy as he heard your voice.

“At your service doll.” He saluted before leaving.

“Y/n.” Loki gushed, turning to face you.

“Loki.” You smiled.

“Oh y/n, I’m so sorry I ruined our night.” He apologised, making his way towards you before holding your hands in his.

“No, you left before it even started.” You answered coquettishly.

“What?” Loki questioned, confused by your expression.

“I’ve wanted to do that with you since we first met but I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” You explained, feeling slightly timid now.

“I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” Loki replied.

“I—”

“Jesus just get to it.” A voice sounded from outside.

“Y/n, would you like to come to my room, with me.” Loki offered.

“I’d love you” you smiled before realising your blunder “I mean I’d love to.” You quickly corrected before Loki guided you towards his room, holding your hand.

Once you both entered, you spent a moment taking his room in. You had seen parts of it before during FaceTime calls but never in person like this. It was so, him. After drinking his room in, you turned to face him, his gaze intense. Leaning in, you stood on your tiptoes as you kissed him, Loki’s hand finding your cheek as he kissed you back. Your tongues met, the kiss growing messy as his hands smoothed over the contours of your body before moving across the curve of your ass. He lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you towards his bed. He laid you against it, the soft duvet hugging you as Loki’s lips moved to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked on the exposed flesh before meeting your lips again. You began undoing the buttons of his shirt before he stopped you.

“I’ve got a quicker way of doing that.” He spoke coyly as you smiled up at him. Before you knew it, a shimmer of green surrounded you both as you continued looking up at him with a simper before it fell, the green dissipating and Loki still fully clothed. You opened your mouth to speak before realising you were naked.

“Oh my god.” You gasped.

“I’m so sorry.” Loki panicked.

“No, it’s fine, just, just get naked, now, please. Now!” You insisted, green surrounding you again before Loki too was naked. “Lord, you’re hung like a horse.” You gulped when you felt his cock nudging your hip bone. Loki looked down at you smugly after your comment. “I’ll need to-well-adjust.” You admitted.

“Of course, of course. Take your time. Whatever you need.” Loki insisted as you laid beneath him awkwardly.

“Go down on her dude.” Bucky shouted from the other side of the wall before Steve slammed a hand over his mouth.

“Shhh.”

“Whatt? He needs to get her a little wet” Bucky spoke nonchalantly “or use your fingers.” He called again.

“For goodness sake” Loki grunted, standing to his feet “are the walls really that thin.” He spoke angrily as you watched him placing his palms against the wall. “Right, now let’s try this out, oh Jamessssss. James!” He shouted, smirking when he received no reply. “Nothing, great.” He cheered, turning towards you as your eyes dipped to his semi hard cock, bouncing against his thigh with each step.

“What did you just do?” You asked, prying your eyes away.

“Enchant the room.”

“Sounds sexy.”

“Now they won’t hear us.” He explained as sultrily as possible as he stepped towards you before feeling awkward again at Bucky’s words mere moments ago. “Umm— would you mind if I- I mean only if you want.” Loki stammered over his words, gesturing between your legs as he reached the bed.

“Do whatever you want to me.” You almost whined after having watched his powerful manhood bobbling against his thigh, your submission making Loki’s eyes darken, almost possessed with confidence as he eyed your body hungrily, wrapping one of his hands around your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor, your legs open, either side of him giving his mouth direct access to your centre.

“Loki I-ughh.” You moaned when he suckled on your clit, no warning, just pure primal lust. Your fists bunched into the duvet beneath you whilst Loki lapped up your pussy with ardour. You moaned his name loudly, aware that no one could hear you both thanks to his enchantment. He sucked in the entirety of you, moving his face side to side as you ground your hips against his face. You glanced down at him, watching as he circled your clit with his wet tongue before reaching down to your entrance and breaching you slightly, his tongue firm. You reacted to his every lick with a small gasp, your body hurtling towards completion as he looked up at you through his lashes. “I’m so closeee.” You almost cried, Loki flattening his tongue against your clit before you came, jolts of electricity running through you.

He licked his lips as you floated back down from your high, your folds slick with arousal as he watched your clit throb. Loki was hard as soon as he tasted you, now, he was rock solid.

Looking down at him, still on the floor, you sat up, pushing him back against the floor with your hands on his shoulders. Loki kicked his legs out from underneath him, laying back against the floor as you straddled him, rubbing your sensitive clit against his length before slowly taking him in. Loki’s hands found your hips, guiding your movements above him as you fucked him slowly, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. You looked down at him, his eyes focused on yours as you pleasured one another. Your movements sped up, both of you moaning, desperate for release as your walls squeezed around Loki’s cock, prompting his climax.

It wasn’t long before you were both back on the bed, Loki showing you how a real Asgardian prince fucks, twice more that night before you both fell asleep in a post cotiois bed, the aroma of sex clinging to the sheets.

📚

The following morning, you put on one of Loki’s shirts as he insisted you come for breakfast with him in the kitchen. Despite your nervous reluctance, you gave in, both of you walking hand in hand towards the kitchen. You stood behind him once you reached and the sound of earths mightiest heroes eating together came into focus. He wrapped an arm around your back, comforting you before he spoke.

“Everyone” he began, the room falling silent to look at you “I’d like you all to meet y/n.” He finished.

“Bookshop girl.” Almost everyone smiled in recognition leaving you flustered.

“You told your friends about me.” You giggled, Loki kissing your cheek.

“Come sit down.” The woman you instantly recognised as Wanda offered, tapping the seat next to her. You looked at Loki who nodded before you made your way to her and sat down.

“I’m proud of you.” Thor spoke, standing next to Loki as he watched you.

“Yeah, good on you.” Steve congratulated, patting Loki’s back.

“Hand on me, remove it.” Loki answered, Steve doing just that before Loki sat next to you, bringing a strawberry to your lips.

Every other word in this was sorry 🤣🤣

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[recreationalfanfics]

Buddha + Loki falling for a Native! Diety s/o

Because as a native American woman who SIMPS for fictional men, it'd be nice to see fanfics of Native readers. Idk all the mythologies of other tribes so I'll try my best to keep it as Pan-Native American as possible! Obviously anyone can read this but just understand to respect the culture and know this is tailored to Native readers!

Buddha:

- The both of you weren't so different in terms of your beliefs and philosophies, in fact, Buddha had admired you and your people's culture from afar and it was mutual on your side as well.

- You were a God for much longer than he was and he swore you were the only one who still retained any love for your people.

- So he wasn't surprised when he saw you sided with the Valkyries, unable to stop himself from smiling everytime he saw the soft and adoring look you'd give the humans as they cheered for their champions.

- Your people called you The Creator, however, you felt as though that title might be a bit to...pretentious to go by when you were around other gods so you simply went by (Y/n), instead.

- But it was a fitting title, in Buddha's eyes. Many times when he allowed you to sit under his tree with him as he napped did he secretly open his eyes and see you sculpt creatures out of clay, breathing life into them and setting them down as you chuckled and petted them.

- You were humble, kind, and ethereal...even by a God's standards in his eyes.

- You'd be surprised with how down bad Buddha is for you tbh, you figured because of his easy going and calm disposition that he simply tolerated your prescence until one day when he offered you one of his snacks.

"For me?" You blinked in surprise, the bobcat you were sculpting now pushed into the back of your mind as you saw the treat being held before you. Buddha smiled and shrugged as he handed the lollipop to you, "I don't see anyone else here other than us."

"Hmm, I always figured you to be stingy with your snacks." You teased slightly but considering how its seen as rude to you and your people to turn down whatever you're offered, you gently set the clay animal in your lap and went to reach for the lollipop until you remembered...ah, yes, clay covered your hands.

Buddha seemed to notice your hesitance and sat up, crossing his legs and unwrapping the lollipop he was meant to give you. You watched carefully before he finally held it up to your lips.

"Let me help with that." He said suavely, a smirk on his lips.

You felt your face heat up at his actions but instead smiled and obligingly opened your mouth and smiled as he pushed the lollipop in, but then, as if nothing happened, he continued to lay down and nap and you continued to sculpt. However, the smiles you both shared were hard to wipe off as you continued to bask in the comfortable silence.

Loki:

- Creator Gods and Loki didn't really mix, but it wasn't hard to see why. Tricksters weren't exactly seen in the best light in most cultures, so a Trickster God didn't have that much better of a reputation. It also probably didn't help how often he liked to mess with them.

- But you, you were different. Trickster stories were quite common in your culture and while they were sometimes punished, they were also portrayed as heroes too sometimes.

- He suspected that you yourself, the esteemed Creator who made creatures from clay, seemed to enjoy tricksters. Unlike the other hoity-toity gods and goddesses who'd shoo or chase him away, you'd smile as you sensed his prescence and would make casual conversation.

- Many other dieties have called Loki many names, mostly behind his back since few would be bold enough to say them to his face, but you called him the names of many renowned trickster characters from your story. From Coyote, to Fox, to Rabbit.

- Whenever he asked what made you call him "Little Fox" one day to "Tricksy Coyote" the next and so on, you simply responded with a shrug and cheeky grin: "Is it really that hard to figure out? Some days, you remind me of a sneaky little fox but other days, you seem to have the appetite of a coyote looking to cause trouble."

- You understood the importance of balance. Yes dieties like you were important but so were God's like Loki, so you treated him with respect like you would any other God and while that respect was a little one sided for a while, it was clear he started to slowly hold you in high regard.

- Did this stop him from messing with you? No, it absolutely did not, and you weren't foolish enough to believe that you were an exception and that didn't upset you, not in the slightest. After all, he kept things interesting.

- It was a shame that you sided with humanity, although he can't say that he was surprised, you held your people in high regard. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't cheer you on during your battles instead of the side he was supposed to be on.

He knew you would win, there would have been no doubt about it. Perhaps the God against you had underestimated your power, maybe that's what made the fight more entertaining, the way you lowered his gaurd by making yourself seem weaker than you actually were...but perhaps you should leave the trickery to him, dear (Y/n), since you may have gotten a bit too cocky and sustained not a fatal injury, but you still had to see a healer.

You walked down the hallways to the healing wing, holding your side and scolding yourself for getting too prideful too early. Perhaps you should revisit the many stories your people made of warriors and creatures and their consequences of becoming too confident too quick. But, at least you managed to rack in another point for humanity. As the healer was treating you, you tilted your head and smiled softly at them.

"I had no idea you were such a skilled healer, rabbit." You remarked with a warm smile. The healer looked at you in shock but soon transformed into the mischievous green haired God, "Rabbit? That's a new one."

You shrugged and tilted your head: "To what do I owe the pleasure, Loki? I'd assume you'd be throwing a temper tantrum with Zeus and the others."

"But how could I be angry when you were the one I was rooting for?" He asked, giving you a close eyed grin. You raised an eyebrow and opened your mouth, only to be cut off when he held an eagle feather in front of your face.

"This fell off during your hobbling down here too, by the way." He informed. Your eyes widened in worry but he only chuckled at your sudden distress, "Don't worry, I grabbed it before it touched the ground. Honestly, you should be more careful in future battles, I'd hate to see the only God who knows how to have fun get hurt."

Ah, so he was following me,You thought to yourself, your amused smile returning.

"May I?" He asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You nodded and moved your face closer to him, one hand maneuvered gently under your chin to hold your face still and his other intertwining the eagle feather back into your hair. When he was done, he brought his hand back but still kept the one under your chin where it was.

You looked into his violet eyes with half lidded ones.

Hmm, you were wrong. You assumed he was a rabbit, just in a silly little mood ready to play his typical tricks. But you saw the hunger of a coyote in his eyes instead...but not for mischief or chaos for any of the sort.

It looked like he was hungry for you.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello!

Can I request with RoR gods?

Where darling/reader who's a fan of some movies/games/anime/manga/books and simps for one of the characters in it. And the character they like have a similar characteristics (name, looks, traits or personality) as the (God)…

What would be the reactions of the Gods and what'll they do?

(Ex. Loki- hearing his darling says his name, and he teleport to where his darling is, when his there, he saw his darling's simping at the character, who's named also Loki at the movie, Marvel, as she watches the show Loki getting annoyed or jealous when darling simping for a character that similar like him;

Hermes's darling simping on Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler, and Hermes's internally annoyed by it, so he watches/ reads & try imitating it to impress his darling)

w/: Loki, Thor, Hermes, Apollo, Poseidon, Hades, Hercules, Beezelbub

I hope you like this! I wasn’t able to think of any characters for Hercules, Beelzebub and Hades, so I did not write them. I do apologize.

-Loki- Hated this other ‘Loki’, an actor portraying him in this movie, The Avengers, who was suave and elegant looking, mainly because you had hearts for eyes as you watched the scene where he’s in his black and green suit. He teeth ground together as you whispered his name wistfully, immediately pouting, “Why don’t you ever say my name like that? What’s so special about this guy?” you turned to him with a bright grin, “He’s so elegant! And he looks so good in a suit!” Loki glared, draping himself across your lap like a cat, “I wore a suit, and you didn’t give me eyes like that!!” you couldn’t help but giggle, seeing that he was jealous, “Aww are you jealous of an actor?” his deep pout gave you your answer as he cuddled into your lap.

-Thor- Scowled lightly as you watched the actor in The Avengers who was playing the character by the same name, a grin on your face, in awe over his accent and personality. Thor looked down at you, wrapping an arm around your waist, hugging you a bit closer, “I don’t talk like that.” You grinned up at him, “Of course you don’t, this is the actor’s version of you.” He kept taking jabs, getting angrier that you kept defending the actor, “I don’t look like that. My hammer is bigger. Why is he so happy looking?” you quickly realized he was jealous that you were making eyes at another ‘version’ of him, making you tease him that he was jealous. The rest of the movie was forgotten as he pinned you down to prove he was better.

-Hermes- Pouted as you gushed over a character in your anime, Black Butler, Sebastian, who reminded you a lot of Hermes, wearing a suit, looking elegant but also intimidating at the same time. Hermes poked your cheek as he leaned down over the back of the couch, “You know I’m right here right? You have me you could be gushing over?” you looked up at him, realization quickly filling your eyes as you teased him, “Are you jealous over an anime character?” his cheeks turned red and you giggled before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, pressing a kiss to his temple, “I just like him because he reminds me of you, but only I get to kiss you.”

-Apollo- His eyelid twitched, watching Ouran High School Host Club, watching Tamaki twirl around obnoxiously, cherry blossoms flowing around him as he shamelessly flirted with girls. Apollo scowled, “You like this guy?” you nodded, watching with sparkling eyes, “I do! He’s funny but also elegant and so pretty! He’s a lot like you!” Apollo instantly pouted, glaring harshly, offended that you thought he, the beautiful Apollo was like this anime character!! You pointed out all of the similarities, personality, actions, even over the top about looks, each one Apollo could only gawk, realizing that it was true, as he collapsed, gloom surrounding him, looking similar to Tamaki on the TV who was also collapsed.

-Poseidon- Scowled deeply, watching you practically drooling over Jason Momoa as Aquaman, watching him exiting the water without a shirt, “You know, a real sea god is right behind you.” You glanced back, smiling warmly as you greeted your love before you turned back, “I know that, but Jason is so hunky with that bod and that long hair!” Poseidon immediately grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him before he kissed you deeply, making your eyes go hazy. He crawled on top of you on the couch, getting your attention from the movie. Once he pulled apart, he liked the look on your face, seeing you dazed. He then turned bright red as you grinned up at him, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous!”

[liminalpebble]

Between the Lines, Chapter 6

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AN: Hey friends, this chapter is a bit on the dark side. There's a bit of physical violence. Just wanted to give you a heads up, so that if it isn't okay for you, you can leave it be.

Between the Lines, Chapter 6

As you hear the door open, and his footsteps nearing the parlor, you hop up from your chair, determined to intercept him. You may not have the last word today, or ever again, but you'd be damned if you didn't get the first.

You attempt to set your expression to one of focused anger rather than fear, pain, or sadness. You feel more like crying, but you won't give him the perverse satisfaction that would probably afford him.

His emerald cape billows behind him as he nears you with that horrible false smile and cocky strut. When he reaches you, he takes your hand gently in greeting.

Loki opens his mouth to speak but before he can utter even a syllable, you interrupt, yanking your arm out of his grasp.

“You locked me in. You locked me in...like a fucking pet or a criminal.”

He blinks and the line of his mouth becomes straight, thin and tense as a violin string. His icy eyes fix on yours. In a heartbeat, he's gone from suave and playful to furious.

It takes all of your strength not to avert your eyes under the indignation of a god, not to shrivel under the crush of terror pounding away inside your chest.

“Well, hello to you, too. I've missed you as well, darling,” he enunciates, dripping with sarcasm.

But I have missed you...I've missed your terribly. I've loathed every second of this day that kept me from your company, he muses secretly.

You inhale and stand up straighter before speaking.

“May I be frank with you, Sire? I know it's no good lying to you anyway, or playing games. You're the god of that. I know I would lose.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Well, of course!”

“Is this what it's to be, then? A life locked away as a pet and a play thing?”

You shake your head and bite your lip, hoping the pain will spur on your anger rather than your tears. Finally, you meet his gaze again.

Loki feels a hairline fracture in his heart. Although you hide it well, he can see the slight glimmer of tears wetting the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill, but you stay your course, unwavering.

He thinks, bravery is so exhausting, my love. I'm impressed, but, let it go.

“I had a life, Your Highness. A purpose. Maybe not an important one by royal standards, but it was important to me. And, honestly, if this....this...gilded prison is what I can look forward to for the rest of my days, then please, I would rather not live them out.”

Loki simply stares, a twitch of adjusted calculation behind the scowl. He thwarts a swell of childish sadness at your rejection of all that he's offered you, all that he worked so painstakingly to enact.

I've made her this spectacular gift and she's simply hurling it to the floor. Would she really rather die than live in the luxury of my adoration?

His licks his wounded ego and changes course.

“Well, well. I like this,” he says with a sudden hungry smile; a predator's show of teeth, not to be confused with a sign of happiness. “What drama! You've certainly found your backbone since yesterday.”

You don't retreat. You step closer, returning his unflinching gaze with your own. “I've had a considerable amount of time to recover it.”

He tuts sarcastically, bowing down to your height and sliding his finger beneath your chin. “Oh, poor pet, has it been so terrible for your to go a few brief hours without my presence? Apologies, my dear, but I have a kingdom to attend to.”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. He's getting off on this; on riling you. You know it and yet you can't do anything about it. You'd never been someone quick to anger before and the hot sensation of its tension in your body overwhelms you. You wonder if this is how bulls feel when the red flag fails before then.

Before you know it, your hand swings out and the sharp sound of a slap fills the echoing chamber.

It aches, as if that smooth white cheekbone were, indeed, a sharp ledge of marble, yet his head has barely even moved. There will be a bruise coloring your palm later, you realize, if you live that long.

“It's not your kingdom to rule, though, is it? It doesn't need you, and neither do I.”

You launch the words like daggers, and it feels as if one errant blade has sliced its cold way across your vocal cords. Time stands still. You can't speak. You can't think.

Loki's hand clasps around your throat as he pushes you against the wall with a snarl. He rasps into your ear, “Oh, you will need me. You will need me desperately...not just need, but crave with an insatiable hunger. And I bid you remember well, I could leave you to starve.”

His hand releases and you collapse, desperately gulping air. Tendrils of green magic snake their way around you body, keeping you pinned to the wall like prey. As you pant, you feel it. Tears.

No no no no.

You don't know if you're whispering the mantra aloud or simply letting it spin endlessly in your mind. You feel the inexorable path of warm tears sliding down your cheeks, dripping from your lashes.

Loki stands his ground in front of you, but with your eyes averted, all you can see is his chest heaving with the energy of the fight. You smirk ever so slightly, thinking, at least I got to him too.

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[heartkaji]

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★ OVERVIEW

hi maru !! your ask was such a good read, your oc’s personality is rlly interesting. i was also surprised to see you asked for loki ?? he’s so underrated omg 💔 anyways, i feel like sakura and loki are pretty similar in the sense that they’d give off nearly the same first impression : distant & reserved. tbh if you ask me i can imagine them being rivals to an extent. not exactly, but i feel like sakura would be distrustful and really cautious about loki at first. she doesn’t buy his kind facade and is convinced he’s wearing some sort of mask. loki can sense how sakura is always trying to get a read on him and i can imagine him being almost playful about it, doing things to mislead her perception of him (think of how suo from winbre might do that cuz that’s exactly what i’m imagining). either way, they both find each other very interesting and make for an unexpected couple💘

Q1 — WHO FELL FIRST, WHO FELL HARDER ?

sakura fell first. it’s something she never saw coming too. like i said she’s not too fond of loki, she’s usually good at reading people but to her loki is just different. it’s like when she thinks he’ll do one thing, he does the exact opposite. i can imagine sakura getting to a point where she’s almost obsessed with getting a read on him—she begins to fixate on his habits and mannerisms, and soon starts to pick up on little things about him : the way he absolutely refuses to drink from a teacup without a saucer, or how he carries those mini tissue packs in his short pockets, or how he seems to squint whenever he’s on his phone. after some more observing, she finds herself growing almost fond of him, though his nearly teasing comments never fail to snap her out of it . sakura doesn’t even realize when she’s fallen in love with loki. all she knows is that when loki accuses her of staring with a knowing grin on his face, she find herself almost struggling to say no

julian falls harder. at the beginning of your relationship i can imagine sakura being the avoidant type. she leaves him on delivered for hours simply because her chest aches at the idea of responding. she has no idea why either. even though at this point the two have warmed up to each other, sakura remains somewhat distant to a degree. that, combined with how sakura seeems to show a strange warmth to certain people like shidou never fails to confuse loki. he wonders why she won’t look at him with that soft and familiar gaze either, despite them being a couple. its impossible to notice, but it makes loki go crazy. he turns into a full fledged simp. buying her flowers and expensive jewelry, showering her with affection in all sorts of love languages, etc. julian does all this with the hope that he can get sakura to open up to him a little bit faster, but fortunately for him it’s slowly but surely working 💘

Q2 — AT WHAT MOMENT DID THEY FALL IN LOVE ?

the first time he saw sakura laugh !! she’s asked him this question and that’s what he said, he’s so cheesy my god 😭 at this point in time the two already have some sort of affection towards each other. feelings if you will, though both of them would deny that if you asked 🤦‍♀️ like i said, i can imagine loki being a tease suo style and please bear with me when i say that as a flirt this man is the BIGGEST cornball 😭😭 he thinks he’s so slick and suave with his one liners but whenever karasu and the other members overhear him they side eye each other 🚶‍♂️also trust me when i say that shidou and charles mock him behind his back 😭 they call him the rizzlèr (notice the french) and everything. ANYWAYS, loki hardly flirts. it’s mostly subtle teasing, but as the two sort of grow on each other he (sadly) becomes more comfortable using pick up lines on her. sakura was practicing dribbling one day when julian walked in. he watched her play for a while until she mis-kicked the ball and it rolled straight towards him. he picked up the ball and with his whole chest he said,

“do you play soccer ? because you’re a keeper.”

sakura grabbed another soccer ball lying on the pitch and promptly shot it at his face.

!! it was worth it though. his nose was aching from the shot and he was rubbing at his eyes but his ears perked up at the sound of her laugh. it’s a quiet giggle accompanied by a few snorts, but julian thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever heard. at that moment his chest felt warm and suddenly the ache of his nose couldn’t compare to the ache in his heart 💓

Q3 — AT WHAT MOMENT DID YOU FALL IN LOVE ?

like i said, sakura fell first. it was definitely a gradual thing though; i can imagine her slowly becoming swayed by julian’s subtle teasing and witty remarks. at first she shoots all sorts of sharp comebacks at him but soon her comebacks become flustered stammers 💔 poor thing, she’s frustrated and wants to rip his head off and loki’s subtle grin isn’t helping matters at all ☹️ he’s such a bastard and sakura should hate him but for some reason her chest feels warm ?? and her cheeks too ?? she definitely panics at the feeling and tells shidou and charles about it and they tell her she’s in love but she’s so quick to deny it 🤦‍♀️ she’s in denial for DAYS and shidou and charles hate it. like she can’t be this dense ?? they make it a point to tease her by calling loki her boyfriend and lover but when she doesn’t deny it they know they’ve caught her red handed 🤞 shidou also makes sakura say that she likes julian out loud or else he’ll call him and tell loki himself but hey that’s between you and me !!

>> 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 <<

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[zcrabyn]

𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞

A altivez dos passos diz que é nobre o sangue que corre em ZARA LYSITHEA BYAERNE. Sendo INVENTIVA e IRREVERENTE, ela foi escolhida como hospedeira e protegida do DEUS LOKI. Aos VINTE E SETE ANOS, cursa o NÍVEL II DIAMANTE. Sua reputação é conhecida além das fronteiras, e dizem que se parece com DEVRIM LINGNAU.

A filha mais velha do Duque Byaerne está finalmente completando os estudos na Academia Hexwood. Anos de proficiência e esforço constituíram uma habilidosa khajol que é cheia de remarcas ácidas e presença de espírito. Uma verdadeira dama para aqueles menos perspicazes, e, talvez, um grande problema para aqueles que decidem permear seu caminho, cujas únicas diretrizes de navegação são as próprias vontades.

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SOBRE

Aniversário: 01 de agosto.

Apelidos: Zee (seu favorito), Lys (dito apenas pelos irmãos, ou pessoas bastante próximas), Thea (como sua mãe lhe chama, é o mais carinhoso) ou simplesmente Zara.

Altura: 1,65 cm.

Orientação sexual: Demissexual e romântica.

Seon: Sigrún.

Atividades extracurriculares: Esgrima, Jornal e Meditação.

Deus patrono: Loki.

HISTÓRIA

Suaves gotas batendo desordenadas na grande e colorida vidraça da sala de jantar pareciam contar uma história mais interessante do que aquela. Não era novidade para Zara ou seus irmãos que logo sua mão seria prometida. A comum e enfática ladainha da vida de quem havia nascido na nobreza, o travestido fardo por trás de grandes fortunas. Jamais viver a própria vida... Sempre sonhar em fazer, e nunca o fazer conforme as próprias vontades. Certo? Para Zara, não. A vida planejada de entregar uma aliança e proferir algumas palavras mentirosas em troca de jamais viver sob o mesmo teto dos pais--- era um bom plano. Impaciência não existia em seu dicionário. O sorriso poderia até parecer confiante e engajado, mas há habilidade e treino por trás da faceta afiadamente educada. Inversões de dizeres que muitas vezes a tornam uma interlocutora um tanto... Desconfiável. E agora, finalizar finalmente os longos, árduos e proveitosos anos de estudo para escolher alguém manipulável o suficiente, até que este alguém morre durante aquela noite. Fingir um luto que não era seu, e que a obrigava vestir roupas tão sem-graça lhe colocava de novo no patamar zero. Isso, ou ter que aguentar a escolha de outrem. A filha mais velha da família dos Byaerne terá de cumprir seu propósito, de um jeito ou de outro, e enquanto procurar por um par pode ser fácil quando os sentimentos estão adormecidos, e Zara espera que eles assim fiquem, pode ser um tanto trabalhoso. Para além do drama pessoal e cronograma apertado, ela nutre uma grande e ávida paixão por ler livros de comédia (apesar de externar raramente as piadinhas pré-fabricadas). Na maior parte do tempo se comporta como uma verdadeira dama, e somente os mais perspicazes conseguem ler em suas entrelinhas e captar a acidez de sua voz. Zara é influenciada fortemente por seu deus patrono, e se recompensa de certa felicidade ao se pegar realizando suas vontades. É também uma exímia e exploradora estudante, que não se acovarda perante aos desafios. Curiosa com os Changelings, tem uma parte de sua natureza desbravadora ao procurar entendê-los, pois pensa que preconceitos são baboseiras sem-noção. Apesar disso, Zara jamais (intencionalmente) se colocará em uma posição de desvantagem.

PECULIARIDADES

Zara ama verde, e usa adornos desse gradiente.

Seu Seon brilha também nesta cor, em maior parte do tempo.

A habilidade em modificar a verdade (ou contar uma mentira bem contada) pode fazê-la camuflar suas verdadeiras intenções e sentimentos.

Não nutre agrado ou desagrado pela família real. Entende seu privilégio como sendo filha de um Duque, mas preferiria uma posição que lhe concedesse mais liberdade. Portanto, procurará um casamento conveniente.

Jamais se apaixonou verdadeiramente após seu primeiro amor na adolescência, por um rapaz que ela mais tarde descobriu ser um Changeling.

Vê verdade no conceito de que os meios justificam os finais.

É comedidamente pragmática, quando lhe convém. Na verdade, age apenas quando a maré está ao seu favor.

Pense duas vezes se ouvir um elogio para entender seu real significado.

[xjulixred45x]

Thor (RoR) x Sif!lectora: tierra y trueno(TRADUCCION)

Fue hace mucho tiempo, en Asgard, que ocurrió una gran guerra. Entre la raza de los dioses, los gigantes y una raza conocida como Aesir.

Dicha guerra dividió a las tres razas en bandos diferentes, con ideologías diferentes, estilos de vida diferentes, mundos diferentes. Únicamente unidos por su historia de odio, guerra y sangre. Sin embargo, con el crecimiento de las hordas de los gigantes, tanto los dioses como los Aesir no podían permitirse seguir viviendo separados, tenían que unirse para poder contraatacar a su enemigo en común.

Para lograrlo, los Aesir enviaron a varios de sus representantes más importantes, deidades del funcionamiento de la tierra, para generar un nexo diplomático con Asgard y los dioses N��rdicos. Así generando, con esperanza, una nueva época de paz entre ambas razas.

Esa era la intención, sin embargo, debido a la intensa discriminación por parte de los dioses a los Aesir, al considerarlos “dioses de baja calaña” se decidieron por una vida más simple, lejos de la ciudad de Asgard, a las afueras, lejos de los ojos curiosos y juicio malicioso de los dioses.

Ese era el caso de Sif, la diosa de los granos, los campos y la fertilidad. La diosa no era fácil de manejar por ningún medio, tenía un carácter suave, pero potente, una voz maternal, pero estricta. Era lo más cercano que tenían todos los Aesir a una guía. Sin embargo, ella misma decidió aislarse de todos, prefiriendo la compañía de los animales, las plantas y el campo, por encima de los dioses.

Pocos la culpaban, no solo por lo mal que se estaba poniendo la situación con los gigantes, sino también por el surgimiento de ciertas deidades revoltosas y problemáticas, como Loki, dios de las travesuras, y más recientemente, Thor; el dios del trueno. Ugh, lo harta que estaba Sif de escuchar a todos hablando maravillas de los actos violentos del dios, tirándole flores a sus batallas como si no fueran una muestra e poder innecesaria y arbitraria.

Sif no odiaba a los dioses, ni siquiera a este dios del trueno, pero como odiaba la vanidad de los nórdicos. Solo aceptando la violencia excesiva bajo ciertos términos. Odin prohíba que algún Aesir hiciera lo mismo que Thor, de lo contrario, probablemente sufriría el mismo destino del pobre Baldur…

Pese a su desagrado, el destino tenía otros planes para la Aesir. Planes que, con suerte, unificarían a los Aesir y los dioses.

Thor era un dios belicoso, eso lo sabían todos, siempre buscando con quien pelear, no solo alguien a quien matar, no, alguien que le diera un verdadero desafío, un rival genuinamente desafiante. Pero lamentablemente no encontraba eso, ni en Asgard, ni en ningún otro lado.

Hubo momentos donde Thor simplemente quería alejarse de todo, de Asgard, de su padre, de las decepciones, de las expectativas. Por lo que decidió ir a las afueras del panteón Nórdico, donde empieza todo. Simplemente a despejar su mente y estar tranquilo.

Lo que no esperaba encontrar fue a alguien ya ahí.

O bueno, no necesariamente en ese orden. En algún momento Thor tenía hambre, así que decidió ir tras una de las cabras montesas que estaban por ahí. Sin embargo, en cuanto atino el golpe que detuvo el corazón del animal, fue cuando la vio.

Entre los árboles, recolectando frutos, mirándolo con una mezcla entre asombro y rechazo, disgustada por lo que había hecho. Thor no la reconocía, esta mujer tenía que ser una diosa, podía sentir el poder dentro de ella, pero ¿Por qué no la había visto antes? ¿Por qué reacciona asi?

Ella dejo lo que estaba haciendo y trato de ir a socorrer al animal, pero ya era muy tarde, su corazón no latía, sus pulmones no respiraban. Thor vio como ella acunaba al animal muerto en sus brazos antes de darle una mirada cortante, dándole una fruta en la mano tras oír su razón por la que hizo dicho acto y dirigirse a una dirección desconocida en los bosques.

Y Thor, el dios del trueno, la siguió como un perro de caza sigue a su amo. No podía explicar porque, pero se sentía magnéticamente atraído hacia esta mujer, no sabía cómo explicarlo (además, una parte de él se sentía culpable de posiblemente haber matado a su mascota ¿talvez habría una forma para compensarlo?).

Sif ni siquiera sabía cómo sentirse al respecto, obviamente este dios egoísta no le importaría matar a un pobre animal aun con todos los recursos del campo a su disposición, eso lo entendía, típico comportamiento intitulado de dios. Lo que le preocupaba era que este dios en particular parecía seguirle.

¿será porque no le dejo conservar su cena? Pero al mismo tiempo veía por el rabillo del ojo como él se comía sin chistar la fruta que le había puesto en la mano, así que mucha hambre no tenía ¿sería uno de esos dioses pervertidos? Mph…lo dudaba. De ser así ya habría intentado algo. Pero entonces ¿Qué diablos quería?

Cuando llegaron a la casa de la diosa, Thor simplemente se mantuvo a una distancia prudencial, simplemente viendo a Sif hacer sus tareas del día a día, como un perro esperando órdenes. Sif no entendía nada de lo que pasaba, pero por más que le dijera al dios que se fuera tras enterrar a la cabra, el simplemente seguía viendo, pero de más lejos.

Asi que, Sif hizo sus actividades normales, cuido del campo, cuido de sus animales, de sus plantas. Todo con el dios del trueno observando. Cuando el sol se estaba poniendo, Thor finalmente se despidió y se marchó hacia Asgard. Dejando a una Sif muy confundida.

Esto se terminó volviendo una extraña rutina entre los dos, cada vez que Thor se cansara del mundo, simplemente iría directamente con Sif y la vería vivir su vida diaria, ayudando ocasionalmente, pero manteniendo la distancia para el confort de la Aesir.

Por más que la diosa trato de mantener sus barreras altas, eventualmente estas se derritieron, ya sea por los actos de servicio genuinos del dios, o cuando el realmente escuchaba cuando ella hablaba sobre cosas de su vida hasta ahora. Ya sea trayendo algo pequeño que ella dijo que le gustaba (como un brote de flor o rocas con formas extrañas) y, ya sea queriendo o no, termino acostumbrándose a la presencia del estoico dios.

Sin embargo, el matrimonio no estaba en sus planes, no en ese momento, aunque sea. Hasta que hubo un momento particular entre ambos.

Sif y Thor se encontraban charlando sobre sus diferencias, Thor aun no entendiendo muchas cosas. Cuestionando a Sif mientras se acostaba en su regazo, sin saber que pensar.

- “si eres fuerte y no te gusta la forma en la que tratan a tu raza ¿Por qué no exiges respeto mediante tu poder?”- dijo Thor, con el trueno queriendo salir de su garganta. Sin embargo, Sif solo rio suavemente.

- “creo que, si necesitar usar violencia para que te traten como deben o acertar autoridad, entonces no eres mejor que quienes causan el problema para empezar”- exclamo Sif, con gentileza.

-“velo como cuando hago la cosecha, no siempre voy a necesitar talar con fuerza o arar la tierra con dureza”- la Aesir miro hacia sus campos, ahora cubiertos de unas nubes grises (probablemente por la influencia de Thor) –“ a veces, todo lo que se necesita, es una gentil llovizna. Y todo se hace más fácil”-

Mirando hacia el horizonte, con la lluvia empezando a caer y los rayos empezando a brillar. Thor ya no solo vio a esta mujer como una Aesir, sino como su esposa, la única que genuinamente le daba algo que lo retaba, la mujer a la que podía ir cuando los demás eran demasiado, su mujer.

Y Sif ya no solo vio a un dios ruidoso y violento, vio a su esposo, el único hombre al que necesitaba durante sus momentos más brillantes y más oscuros, el que sería su escudo por el resto de sus vidas, su hombre.

Dios y Aesir. Trueno y Tierra.

[thorarms]

I will see someone online taking about how suave and sexy loki is without specifying that theyre on about the mcu version in particular. And this is fine by me, follow your bliss etc. Except i have this very silly problem where my brains started conjuring up the 2004 blood brothers version as the Default Loki now so i end up staring at those posts going, him?? Really?? Suave is not really the word id us- ohh theyre talking about tom hiddleston nvm

[mischiefmaker615]

Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch.4

‘’stay away from me-‘’ you warn as you chuck a second pillow at his head, in which he dodged easily as his eyes gave a brief glance down to eye the table that stayed between you both.

‘’Y/N, really, you’re being ridiculous. I would never force myself upon-‘’

‘’that’s seriously the best result you got? You with your all-powerful magic, spells, knowledge and thinking capacity and all you could present is having sex to try to fix this issue??’’ you snap as you walked around the table slowly as he did the same, keeping it between you to as he tried hiding his annoyment.

‘’did you not even hear the first part of my idea?’’

‘’I’m not going to fall in love with you Loki. You cant force anyone either-‘’

‘’but darling, you already-‘’

‘’no!’’ you shout and push the table forward, it coming in contact with his crotch as he grunted and leaned forward, hands flat on the table as your own gripped the edges to keep It there. ‘’not another word about it either. We’ll just have to do some more thinking-‘’

The table was suddenly pushed forward into you, having you back up until your ass felt the back of the couch behind you and the table kept you pinned. an invisible force was holding it there and to your surprise, you looked up at Loki who was on the other side of the room, walking slowly forward. A point still went to you as he didn’t rise to his full height yet from his recent injury.

‘’woman, if we are to be stuck in these living arrangements until we figure this situation out, you are going to have to start listening better and stop trying to physically assault me unless you wish for me to treat you with the same kindness’’ he hisses, leaning forward against the table to look down at you as you slowly stop trying to push it off.

‘’..fine.’’ you said quietly and through your teeth.

After a second, Loki stepped back, gripping the table edge in one hand and pulled it forward so you weren’t sandwiched between it and the couch anymore. Slowly standing properly, you both stared at each other in silence before Loki noticing your muscles tightening.

‘’..don’t-‘’

You bolted to the other room, Loki hot on your tail as you ran to your bedroom, eyes searching everywhere and found none of your weapons you had spread out through your room as usual. Hearing him close, you jumped onto the mattress out of his arm’s reach and whipped around to raise your next pillow over your head. ‘’where the hell did you put all my weapons??’’

‘’why on earth would be needing them?’’ he asked with a narrow of his eyes and pull the blanket off the mattress, having it pulled from under you so you landed on your back, quickly propping yourself up on your elbows with a glare.

‘’so you do have your magic!’’ you snap.

‘’I never mentioned that I had lost it darling.. I have just a little bit of it for minor things. Perhaps ill regain all of it back once we’re intimate, look! We’re half way there’’ he mocked with a smirk and the pillow came in contact with his face before you brushed past him in a hurry as he chuckled behind you.

Now wasn't that something? 'Til now he'd been flippantly playing around when teasing you, but perhaps he'd grown a bit more... serious than he'd thought. He didn't let the suave smirk fall from his lips. If he really was starting to become serious about this intriguing woman who’s blush seemed to warm his heart every time he saw it, he should try to woo you a little more seriously... and with just a bit more of his natural mischief of course.

He didn’t chase, he merely stayed put until you got far enough away for you to snap back to your original position on the bed, making you bounce on the mattress. With a stubborn look, you sit up and look away from him as he crosses his arms and leans on your dresser.

‘’well, what ideas do you have if it isn’t my.. suggestion?’’ he asked, wording differently as to not to upset you. if he was going to try to get close to you, to help get you comfortable with at least the suggestion, the gentle approach would have to do, easing up on the sarcasm.

You sat there in silence a moment, your eyes avoiding him and your mind going wild. You both were stuck like this, forever bound until you figured out something. Blood on his attire, then he reincarnates... if that’s the proper term for all this. He was different- still as ass hole, but his powers were lessened. Was there a villain who was powerful enough and after you to strap you to this hell? No.. why would they bring back Loki..

‘’is it something in your blood?’’

‘’what?’’ your eyes move to him as you both stared at each other with curiosity for once.

‘’your not Asgardian,’’ he starts, nodding his head to motion to your wings. ‘’what of your people’s heritage? Blood?’’’

You shook your head with a small sigh. ‘’my people were known for their weapons, the love for war and our.. unique appendages’’ you start and your eyes raise up to his again. ‘’there’s nothing on record special about our blood.. or properties’’

Loki gave a small sigh, giving up on that theory and hesitantly came over to slowly sit on the bed, almost silently asking if it was alright but your eyes avoided him, not indicating anything of discomfort.

Your mind was spinning, trying to wonder about if there was any other possibility. There was nothing in your life you needed completion on.. but if you were being honest, you were lonely. A partner was in your wants at the time, and eventually you gave up on the chance from.. lack of interest and your busy Avenger life made it hard to maintain a relationship anyway. So maybe, but- why Loki?? Both your upbringings in Asgard were very brief around each other, though it was a bit difficult to remember everything from such a long-ago time. there was also no way in Helheim you were going to verbally consider his proposal.. but perhaps a friendship would fulfill the loneliness instead of it necessarily being love?

Your eyes slowly moved to his, almost startled to see how they were already staring at you intriguingly and you straightened, trying to gather your regular, independent self and got off the bed. ‘’…we’ll do some more thinking for awhile, and adjust to.. new life until then.’’

Loki gave a calm shrug, as if in no hurry to even fix this issue as he rests back on his elbows and gives a glance around the bedroom. ‘’well it is unclear until things are figured out, lets get back to thinking shall we?’’

Gods this is going to be awhile..

~

"Speaking of familiarizing, tell me a bit about yourself, darling. We're to live in close quarters with each other for the foreseeable future and I'd prefer us not to be strangers. Strangers are dull and distant and I don't tend to play well with them. Would it not be better if we were on... friendly terms?"

‘’is there anything else that leaves your mouth besides run on sentences and narcissistic examples?’’ you say just as casually as he watches you work here and there by putting pillows back.

‘’better explanations than unspoken assumptions of my character darling, I wouldn’t wish for you to assume that I am merely just a-‘’

‘’asshole?’’ you interrupt as you smooth out the last pillow onto the couch. Why you had so many? Who knows, but you supposed it was better than throwing knives all the time at people.

‘’pampered. Royal.’’ He finished dryly, straightening from where he leaned on the wall to plop down onto the couch you literally just neatly set up, quite close to you in fact as you stood there looking offended.

As he even man spread, his leg was practically touching yours as you moved yourself away to the chair across from him. if you squint, he was rather attractive but his personality killed it real quick as you crossed your arms.

‘’you don’t particularly like me, do you?’’

‘’we’ve been through this-‘’

‘’I mean,’’ he interrupted, his eyes a bit gentle as he sighed ‘’before my suggestion. You hated me as soon as you woke up, I’m curious to know if it was even back on Asgard..’’

You hesitated, a bit taken back at his honesty as you looked at him, arms uncrossing to rest on the arms of the chair. Why did it feel like suddenly you were the bad guy? ‘’..I don’t hate you Loki.. and if I’m being honest, I admired you on Asgard.’’

A brow raised from him in surprised, staying completely silent as he stared at you. were you both actually having a civil conversation right now?

‘’you took your duties seriously on Asgard, from your studies to your training. You looked forward to being king to better lives and the realms, Thor thought fighting was always the answer rather than civil negotiation.’’ You explained, the more you spoke the more your eyes wandered elsewhere as the memories of Asgard came back to you.

True you wouldn’t consider yourself of any importance rather than being in charge of weaponry and helping to train soldiers, but being around the palace gave you plenty of opportunity to watch the royals. Truth be told, it was obvious who you preferred as king, and Loki seemed to look at you as if you were a ghost.

As displeased as he was with hearing about Thor, for one to take his side for once rather than his brother was truly.. uncommon. Who was this woman?

‘’so.. what changed?’’ he asked quietly and your eye contact almost startled him as you looked at him with almost sadness.

‘’you did. Asgard heard about your little visit on Midgard and the New York incident. You chose violence, war, instead of meeting with any leaders to negotiate or join, you used force and manipulation.. dare I say, you used fighting as an answer just like Thor..’’

His eyes seemed to sharpen, being compared to his blond brother but he didn’t say anything and you knew you had to word things carefully now as your voice lowered.

‘’what was I suppose to think? Were you going to use the same tactics on Asgard? Fight us if we didn’t comply after Midgard? The other realms next? ..I never saw you after that but I did hear about how you were remaining in the dungeons..’’

‘’didn’t care to visit?’’ he almost joked, his eye contact elsewhere now.

‘’we never spoke.. ever except for your grace, highness, excuse me… I had no purpose there and the guards would have turned me down anyway without one.. but then I heard about how you helped fight with the dark elves’’

His eyes looked over again as if some hope of redemption from that, but by the look of your face and how it didn’t seemed pleased, he faltered.

‘’you posed as Odin after, and still didn’t withhold to your responsibilities as you would have a long time ago as king.. the realms were faltering.. Thor came, and once war settled with Hela, you both joined together and helped us.. something I thought id never see’’ you almost joked, seeing a soft smile on his lips as he began to remember the memories.

‘’and then you died.’’

The sudden sentence made him look over at you as if this was news to him yet confusion still remained in his eyes as his lips parted to speak but words took a moment as his hands mindlessly ran against the fabric of the couch. ‘’..and you hate me?..’’

‘’I don’t hate you Loki’’ you say, hesitating as well as you look up for better words. ‘’I’m just.. cautious.. maybe a little too much, but if the god I knew before is still in there, we will be fine. But on and off throughout your life, you’ve betrayed and taken turns for the worse after seeming to be on the right path. How can I trust and be okay being around someone like that? Despite your heroic last actions.. is it in your blood to be.. bipolar?’’ for lack of a better term.

Loki was silent for a moment, staring at you with such an unreadable expression that after awhile it was starting to make you nervous. Noticing how you began to squirm, he took a breath and laced his fingers together in front of him as he leaned forward on the couch. ‘’..how can I prove myself?’’

‘’..w-what?’’

‘’I wish not to be seen as an.. asshole, I don’t want you to walk on eggshells around me or fear at any given time. and I hope the pillow throwing or anything else for that matter can stop being hurled at my head. How can I show you, you are safe around me? That you won’t be betrayed, backstabbed or anything negative you think my actions will cause?’’

Now, you could be happy and impressed how he seemed to wish to prove himself and change, but how could you believe that that itself wasn’t a lie? His honesty though, assuming it wasn’t a mask, seemed genuine enough where you almost began to feel bad at how he stared at you. as if a puppy in the rain waiting to be let into the house.. but he was the very god of lies and couldn’t be taken lightly, so you gave him the same body language by lacing your fingers together and leaning forward.

‘’we’ll take things a day at a time. only time will tell.. lots of time.’’

Loki gave a gentle smile with a nod, leaning back on the couch as if he could relax again before he gave you a sheepish grin. ‘’well my dear, if we are to be roommates for a while, could I trouble you for a bath?’’

You blinked at him with the out-of-pocket request and gave a small nod as you awkwardly got up from your chair. ‘’sure a.. right this way..’’

Oh gods.. what will it be like to have the god of mischief as a roommate?

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What a defiant little one you are? {Part. 2}

Hello again my lovies! Here is part two of the "What a defiant little one you are" story! Hope you enjoy lovies! And I take requests as well if you want me to write something different than this story! Thank you for all your love and support! :3 Stay awesome! :3

Warning: The following story below will contain heavy use of smut. Story includes forced sex, heavy smut words, possible bondage, vaginal pleasure, etc. Viewer discretion highly advised.

Song choice for this scene, my personal favorite: Goth (Slowed + Reverb)

"P-Please...don't hurt me" You begged him, tears already overflowing from your eyes and dripping down the sides of your cheeks.

"Oh my sweet little dove, I am not going to hurt you, all I am going to do is mark you, and make you mine forever~" Loki cooed, leaning in close to lap up your salty yet sweet tears.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you awaited the inevitable, hoping that he would change his mind or someone would come save you from this horrid monster.

"Mmm" he hummed, caressing your sides ever so gently until he tapped your chest, your clothes seeming to vanish before you.

"What...how did you...?!" you gasped in shock, not believing that within seconds your clothing disappeared before your very eyes; leaving you with only your bra and panties.

"Magic my sweet, that is how I was able to make those snakes appear to wrap around those pretty little wrists you have, and how I made your top clothing disappear" he smirked deviously, sitting up from your bed to take a peek at your half naked form. "Gods....you are so beautiful."

"Ah...s-stop staring at me like that" you whimpered, turning your head to the side as your cheeks turned hot red from embarrassment.

A soft chuckle escaped Loki's lips as he began to kiss your chest gently, "Do not fret my love, whether you have scars, marks, bumps, lumps, hair, no hair, lots of skin, little to no skin, you're still delicious to my eyes~"

"Y-You don't mean that" another whimper escaped your throat.

"You don't believe me?" He snickered, making a dagger appear in his hands and slowly pressing the tip of it to the edge of her bra. "Why don't I show you."

With quick movements, he cut her bra, the excess slowly sliding off to a perfect view of her breast. "No, no" you bite the bottom of your lip, the cool air of your room hitting your soft bosom, instantly making your nipples hard.

"You see how you react, you want this, just admit it."

"I will never admit to anything" You glared at him, hating that his demeanor was very suave yet his teasing was annoyingly unpleasant.

"Oh you will soon, when I am finished with you" he cooed, leaning down and began to devour your breast, sucking at them as if he was a new born child being given milk for the first time.

The feeling of his warm mouth wrapped around you made you shiver in pleasure. This man had a way with his mouth and you couldn't get enough, even though deep down you wanted to punch the living crap out of him for forcing himself on you. "Loki" you moaned cutely, arching your head back, one of the snakes slithering half of its body towards you and giving your cheek a lick.

Slowly looking up at you, he noticed one of his snakes lick your cheek, "Be gentle with her boys, she's quite the sensitive one" he licked his lips.

With that, he began to kiss down your body, kissing your chest, your stomach, your belly button, and when he reached your jeans, he glanced up at you with a wicked grin. "I can feel your warmth."

"No you don't, stop lying" you sniffled, turning your head away from him because each time you saw his grin it made you even wetter; gods why did he have to be this fucking hot!

Using both his hands, he unbuttoned and zipped your jeans off your legs, tossing it aside and then spreading your legs wide, his eyes instantly landing on the wet spot. "My my, quite the naughty girl you are to be this wet, simply by me sucking on your magnificent breast."

"I am not....my body is reacting to you touching me okay...I can't help it" You turned your head to look at him with such an innocent face.

"Ah, I see....lying to me my love isn't going to work."

"I am not lying!" "It's my body!" "I am not enjoying this a-" you quickly wentt silent as he stared up at you, his other hand slowly entering your panties to grab a hold of your clit.

"I'm listening, what aren't you enjoying?" he questioned, his middle finger moving along your clit effortlessly and in such a gentle yet sensual way.

"Ah...I...ah...I am not....ah....Loki...not there please....I-" you gulped loudly, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks.

"You don't have to lie to me....I know what you do at night."

Hearing his last comment forced your eyes to widen in shock, "N-No you don't...you can't possibly know what I do at night" you struggled against the snakes as a last attempt to escape.

"I do, I know how you touch yourself here, always watching those mortals fucking on that small rectangular box." "And each time you reach your high, you arch your hips up in the air in pleasure, calling out for a man to fuck you."

"Impossible....you can't know that....no one knows that?"

"And not only do you beg for a man to fuck you, but if you aren't satisfied, you use that fake male cock to stimulate your clit, making you cum over and over again until you are a hot sweaty mess."

"Stop...stop it...please" you cried out, feeling your high coming.

"Don't deny your feelings my sweet y/n, you know you have always craved a man to fuck you raw, and hold you close."

"Fuck you" you moaned loudly, slamming your head back against your pillow, your hips arching slightly as you felt yourself cumming, Loki continuously rubbing your clit; basically making you ride out your orgasm.

"That's a good girl, let it all out, release that tension you have" he groaned happily, leaning down to your inner thigh and pressing gentle kisses.

"Ah I-I can't anymore please...I-I can't feel my legs."

"Shhhh" he told you, using his free hand to put a finger to his lips. "Just enjoy it~"

Grabbing a hold of your panties, he pulled them off with ease, and then began to devour your pussy in one fail swoop. The feeling of his tongue slithering and moving about your folds. The feeling was so intense that you whimpered and squirmed against his movements, although, each time you moved, his tongue would hit a soft spot you never knew existed.

"Loki, oh Loki please....I-I can't take anymore...you're going to make me go insane!"

Without you noticing, he towered over you, his middle finger entering your pussy, slowly beginning to finger you. "Do it then my love" he smirked, going towards your lips and kissing you harshly, his tongue entering your mouth, outlining each part. "You are mine~!" he pulled away quickly, taking his finger out of your pussy, turned your head to the side and bite into your neck; marking you as his.

"Ah, Loki" you breathed, closing your eyes tightly, another tear dripping down your eyes.

As he pulled away, blood dripped down his chin, moving your head to face his. "I won't let no other man touch you, you are mine and mine alone, do you understand?"

"Yes" you finally whispered, looking deep into his eyes.

"That's my deviant little girl~"