#sylvie one shot

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No Powers AU (Female Reader X Sylvie Laufeydottir)

Summary: When a blonde needs your help, you end up with something more.

Word Count: 1.7K

Content: Gross Loki but fluff otherwise :)

It had been a rough couple of months for you.

You paid too much for a small apartment in the city while working at a barista job that paid too little.

Your aunt, who practically raised you, was now sick states away, and your younger sister, who swore she would never settle down, had apparently found the person of her dreams.

You wouldn't say you were depressed, but with winter turning into spring, you couldn't call it seasonal anymore.

So, with the first Saturday in a minute to hit a reasonable temperature outside, you decide to take a walk around your local park. It had a small lake with benches and swings. Plus, there was a coffee shop that was actually better than yours nearby.

"Bye, Frances!" You whispered as you petted your American Shorthaired cat, who wasn't even your fan, before leaving.

Your dirty Vans hit the sidewalk as you adjust your baseball cap and put in your AirPods. Just because you were out and about didn't mean you wanted to talk to strangers. You just need fresh air and to feel the sun's warmth on your face.

About three-quarters of the way through your favorite artist's new album, your left airpod died. You could've sworn you charged them, but then you thought harder about it and couldn't remember the last time you charged the case...

You parked yourself at a bench and set down your hazelnut oat milk latte to pull out the dead airpod case and stuffed both AirPods into it.

More people passed by the longer you let yourself rest against the wood of the bench. It was nice, and you found yourself smiling. Especially when you watched a labrador retriever with one eye steal a breakfast sandwich away from its owner. "Lucky!" The black-haired owner yelled before shaking their head and getting up—dog in tow.

You decided to give yourself a few more minutes before getting up to finish your walk. But before you could even think about moving once the time was up, a woman joined you on the bench. She was out of this world, stunning, out of breath, and spoke in an English accent faster than your brain could comprehend.

"Couldyoupleasepretendtobemygirlfriend?"

You blinked at her. "...what?" The woman whose blonde curly hair cascaded around her face scooted closer. "Love, play pretend, please." She didn't wait for you to nod or anything before her hand with green-painted nails slipped its fingers in between yours.

You practically froze as her hand warmed yours. Her touch was like a shock of life as you couldn't help but feel yourself. You turned your head to her, but she was too busy looking towards a tall man with slick back black hair. "Here he comes." She whispered as she turned back to you.

Jumping at how close you were.

"Sorry." You said to her, but she shook her head. "No worries, dear." She then shined her pearly whites at you.

Pink rose over your cheeks.

You hadn't had someone smile like this in... "Sylvie!?" You looked over. So that was her name? The man whom she pointed out earlier came closer to the bench.

Shocked to see her. Or was he?

The blonde, who you correctly assumed to be Sylvie, let the man borrow her attention as she turned her head away from your soft eyes. "Loki?" She said in a fake cheery tone as she squinted at the man as if he wasn't standing too close to comfort. "That is you!" She said while laughing, bumping her shoulder against you.

The man, Loki, noticed.

His smile dwindled. "Yes..." He awkwardly moved as he stood by your bench. "I thought I saw you but wasn't sure."

Yeah, I thought I saw you, so I followed you??? You thought.

"It's me." Sylvie once again shined her teeth, but you noticed how it wasn't genuine, like when she smiled at you. "I'm here meeting with my girlfriend." The blonde spoke up, and thankfully, Loki didn't see how your eyes widened.

Sylvie squeezed your hand. You took that as a signal to save her from doing all the talking. "Hi!" Your voice came out more harsh than gentle, surprising you and Sylvie.

But the blonde loved it. "I'm Sylvie's girlfriend, Y/N."

Loki finally paid you any attention. "Right..." The man said as he extended his rough hand to you, gripping it with force. Not happy with how his morning was turning out. "I didn't realize she was seeing anyone?" Loki said as he let go of your left hand. His eyes trained on you.

You gave him a smug smile. "Things just happen." You then turned towards Sylvie and gave a sweeping smile to her. "Don't they, darling?"

Sylvie bit her tongue before she clicked her teeth and gave a similar smug smile to Loki. "They do." Loki let out a frustrated breath that he covered up with a false grin. "Well then, how long has this been going on?" He wagged a finger between you and the beautiful blonde next to you. You should've let Sylvie answer, but you were honestly starting to already get tired of this man.

"Two months." You said, making Loki's eyes light up. "Oh really!?" Sylvie's hand squeezed yours, but you didn't look her way. You just nodded to Loki. "Yeah, why?"

The man pulled his eyes from you to Sylvie. "What about our dinner a month ago?" Sylvie cleared her throat. "That was just a dinner, Loki."

He seemed unconvinced. "And the kiss?"

One look at Sylvie, and you could tell she regretted ever giving this man the time of day—especially the taste of her lips.

Sylvie turned to you. She was lost and wasn't sure which direction to steer this conversation. Luckily for her, you grew up in a household where everyone lied playing cards, so you could do this.

It's called Poker Face for a reason.

"Sylvie didn't want to hurt your feelings, Loki." The man in the suit and tie looked at you and shook his head. "You expect me to believe that?" Oh, this man had one hell of an ego. "I do because it's true. Sylvie told me all about the dinner. She couldn't get out of it. She would've felt bad. This kiss was to lessen the blow when she ghosted you." You wet your lips. "I'm sorry."

The words sprung from you without stopping, and Loki's grin flattened with each passing line.

Sylvie finally tore her eyes from your side profile and looked up to Loki. "I'm sorry, but I could only say no so many times without you listening." That made you remove your hand from Sylvie and throw your arm around her.

She bit her bottom lip at your hold.

"So you two really are together?" Loki sounded sad as he still wasn't sure.

You nodded for the two of you. "Do you need more proof?" Loki didn't say anything as you rolled your head to Sylvie. She was already looking at you. Her eyes were indulging and calm as they stared at you. "Kiss me, Y/N." She asked of you.

Your eyes closed as your lips softly collided with hers. You tasted like your latte, and she tasted like honey.

The simple kiss between the two of you convinced Loki enough as he walked away when he saw Sylvie's hand reach up to cup your face.  However, you melted even more and pushed your body into hers as your arm wrapped around her.

You two only stopped when the air became non-existent.

Your lips would be bruised tomorrow, but that didn't matter right now as Sylvie looked at you with a shocked smile before realizing Loki was gone. You didn't bother looking.

"I- I didn't mean for it to go that far," Sylvie said with a nervous smile. "I'm glad it did." You weren't going to be shy. "I enjoyed it. As long as you did?" Sylvie nodded before laughing, covering her face with her hands. "I did, and I promise you I don't do this regularly."

You laughed. "I would hope so, or my day is ruined." Sylvie nodded to your joke as her eyes found yours again. "Thank you for that, by the way. I saw him and panicked." You understood. "Well, it looks like it worked, so I don't think you need to worry about him anymore." Sylvie nodded. "Except now he thinks I'm in a committed relationship."

You hummed and found yourself looking at the art on Sylvia's shirt before you lifted your eyes from the blueberries on it. "I love the shirt."

"I love your cap." She said even if she didn't care about American sports.

You smiled. "So what should we do about the relationship?" Sylvie closed her mouth and thought. "You're from her, right?" She asked, confusing you slightly. You nodded. "I live here. Yeah. A couple of blocks that way." You pointed behind you.

Sylvie looked. "I suppose...." She turned to you. "We could get to know each other. If that's alright with you?"

A flutter happened.

"I think it's more than alright, Sylvie." You whispered as you found yourself closer to the blonde. She didn't mind. "Perfect, Y/N," Sylvie replied as she gave you one more kiss as a thank you.

"Now... are you busy today?" Sylvie asked as her lips left yours. "Not at all." Sylvie smiled. "I was thinking about hitting this bookstore nearby. Would you like to join me?"

"Of course." You spoke honestly and with more excitement than in months. "Great," Sylvie said as she rose from the bench and stuck her hand out to help you up.

The two of you walked beside each other and brushed shoulders as you crossed the street. The loud city being a friendly reminder in the background. You could see how uncomfortable Sylvie was. "I brought my AirPods if you wanna listen to anything?"

Sylvie quickly nodded as she hated how loud the city could be. "Here." You gave her the charged airpod as you stuck the dead one in your ear. "Is this okay?" You said as you clicked play on the album you were listening to prior. "Oh my god, I love this!" Sylvie shouted at you.

And just like that, maybe things weren't so rough for you anymore.

Especially when you and Sylvie didn't lie about being girlfriends anymore.

It was the truth.

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Thanks a million♥️ So for the Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek requests I was thinking something along the lines of (reader aka y/n) is a new paramedic at firehouse 51 and everyone including Brian is shocked when she takes an immediate interest in him by flirting with him in front everyone… it’s not a perfect idea so pls feel free to adjust where you feel necessary, this is more of like a guideline than anything.

I was watching the episode where Terra Little joins 51 for a training shift and Otis is attracted to her but of course she chose Kelly Severide instead🥱 so I thought it would be a nice change if Otis is the guy she instantly gravitated towards because it’s very possible I mean he’s adorable common.

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Pairing: Brian "Otis" Zvonecek x Female!Reader

"And that would be everything" Sylvie said as she finished giving you a tour of the firehouse.

Joining the 51 had been nerve-wrecking for you ever since you found out your transfer had gone through, mainly because you knew how tight everyone was and you didn't want to intrude on anything.

"Thank you for showing me around. This is much nicer than the last firehouse I was at" you said, admiring the trucks and the ambulance, which was so much nicer than your previous ones.

"How was your last firehouse?" she inquired, not having received much information about you from Chief Boden.

"Typical boy house. I was the only female in the entire house, so you can imagine the atmosphere. The only one who wasn't bothered by my presence was my partner, but we were the same age, so that helped a little" you explained, continuing to walk around.

"I can promise you that it's going to be different here. Our guys are the best, you're going to fit right in with everyone" she smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, steering you in the kitchen direction.

You didn't say anything as you slowly walked towards everyone, each of them minding their own business in the kitchen.

"Guys, this is Y/N. She's the new paramedic I was telling you about" Sylvie announced as you stopped in your tracks where everyone could see you.

"Hi" you said and waved shyly, not used to having so many intimidating pairs of eyes on you at the same time.

Each of them got up and introduced themselves one at a time, wishing you a warm welcome.

"I'm Brian, but everyone here calls me Otis. Welcome to 51, I hope you'll feel at home here" the most handsome man you'd ever seen said as he stood before you, hand outstretched.

You slowly brought your hand up and shook his, electricity quickly spreading through your body when your skin touched his. You inhaled a deep breath, Otis doing the same, which made you smile because it only meant that he felt the connection too.

"Y/N, nice to meet you. I'm positive I'll feel more than welcome here, especially with you around" the words stumbled out of your mouth before you could even think about stopping them.

You saw a slight blush coat Otis' cheeks as he looked around at his colleagues, all looking at the interaction between the two of you with much interest.

Otis cleared his throat and made you snap back to reality, suddenly becoming aware of everyone staring at the two of you and your hands still holding onto each other.

"Otis, why don't you finish the rest of the tour? Show her where we sleep when on shift and the lockers and showers and everything" Sylvie spoke up, sneakily winking at the flustered firefighter.

"Um, ye-yeah, sure. This way" Otis said and motioned for you to follow him.

You turned around briefly to look at Sylvie, who winked at you and smiled, making you smile back.

"She did this on purpose, didn't she?" you asked him, trailing after him down the corridor.

"Sylvie? Yeah, she likes to think she's Cupid and her main goal in life is setting people up every chance she gets. I'm sorry about this" he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"You don't have to be sorry, I'm not complaining one bit" you smiled at him, trying to show him that you were enjoying the situation to the fullest.

"Oh, great. That's, um, that's good" Otis said, cursing under his breath at how awkward he sounded.

"You haven't done this in a while, have you?" you questioned, trying to ease the tension.

"Is it that obvious?" he laughed, the rigidness in his shoulder slightly lessening.

"Maybe just a little" you laughed with him.

"I'm just not used to women showing interest in me first. It's always Casey or Severide or anybody else that gets the girls. It's never me" he explained, which made you feel a little sad for him.

Otis was nothing short of hot and extremely handsome, you couldn't understand why women wouldn't approach him.

"Well, if you're asking me, you're way hotter than everyone else in this firehouse" you leaned in and whispered in his ear before walking away.

You heard Otis inhale a deep breath behind you, making you smile.

You had a feeling you were going to enjoy life at 51.

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Timelines of the heart | Sylki One-shot

Loki and Sylvie fought for hours, their voices echoing through the dimly lit room. Yet, in the midst of their heated words exchanged, the memory of Sylvie's question, "Why don't we see this the same way?" echoed in his head and his heart sank.

"You just left without a word right after getting Timely... like I was nothing," Sylvie's voice trembling and grew louder, "You only looked back when I told you to not make me regret letting Timely go and you didn't even reply me then!"

"Well at least I didn't push you through a time door!", Loki's voice rose.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have pushed you through the time door when I should've stabbed you instead!", Sylvie said sarcastically, and couldn't stop tears from forming in her eyes.

"Well why didn't you? It sure had been clear that I'm the last person you want to see."

"If you know that, then why are you even here talking to me when you should be running around the TVA? Aren't you obsessed with the TVA? TVA this, TVA that."

"I'm out here trying to save timelines and what's left of it! You have no idea how hard I try but time and time again, another looming event happens." Loki saw Sylvie's teary eyes and takes a deep breath before saying with emotion, "If I can't even fix all this timeline mess, how could I fix you?".

Sylvie, offended, stepped closer, hovering her machete at his neck, "Oh I need fixing? You want to fix my stubbornness? My views on the TVA? You–". Loki interrupted gently to continue, "Your broken heart."

Sylvie stared at him, not knowing how to react.

"I just wanted to get the TVA thing over with as quickly as I can, with no distractions, so that no more lives are lost, so that I can fully focus on you after... but it seems like the problems are never ending."

"Why? Why would you want to..."

"Because I meant what I said, I just want you to be okay. But when your timeline you call home is about to be destroyed with you in it, how can you be?"

"Why do you want me to be okay?"

"It's because..." He took a deep breath, his teary eyed shooting up to meet Sylvie's in an intense yet tender gaze, "I love you."

Sylvie gazed at him, a whirlwind of emotions churning within her. Her trembling hands slowly lowered the machete, the weight of the moment sinking in.

"I've never felt this way before. I had to figure out what this feeling actually was but now I'm more sure than ever that I–"

Loki felt Sylvie firmly yet tenderly grabbing his neck, where her maschete had once been hovering. He also felt her soft warm lips on his. This time, they took longer than their first kiss, truly savoring the feeling of each other's lips.

As he deepened the kiss, his strong yet gentle arms found their way to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were meant to be together from the beginning. As they broke apart, Sylvie looks up into Loki's piercing green eyes and feels a sense of warmth and acceptance that she hadn't experienced before, wash over her.

Their face were still so close, making Sylvie flustered. She pulled away from his arms, feeling her heart beating like crazy. She had to say something in this awkward silence. "I meant to stab you but I dropped my machete.", she blurted out with a smile, scrunching her nose. Loki couldn't help but find her nose scrunching and words adorable. A mischievous grin played on his lips as he responded, "Well, my dear, love is a dagger, right?" Sylvie rolled her eyes, but then something unexpected happened—soft laughter bubbled from her lips.

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Pet peeve: nobody ever includes Timely in the found family :(

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Burgers, Fries with some Spice - Loki x Sylvie

I wrote this before episode 2 came out. As I said before it is on Ao3 but I am posting here as well in case people prefer to read on here. Contains season 2 spoilers.

They found her they found Sylvie!

Loki couldn't contain his joy as they walked towards the entrance to McDonald's. He couldn't wait to see her. Mobius trailed behind looking baffled as he gazed up at the infamous restaurant.

"Of all places." He muttered to himself. "The world no the universe might be ending and she goes to freaking McDonald's?"

Loki spins round and gives his friend a grin.

"It's a good hiding place. Who would imagine well me working in a place like this?"

"But it's not a good hiding place." Mobius frowned. "We just found her."

The grin is immediately wiped off Loki's face.

"Right?" He nods sheepishly. "Good point."

"So." Mobius folds his arms. "What are we doing? How do you want to approach this?"

"Well for starters you can stay outside." Mobius raised an eyebrow at that. "It's best if I go in alone." Loki explains. "I'm the probably the only one who can get through to her."

"Yeah and that worked out well last time." Mobius replied sarcastically.

Loki sighs and closes his eyes.

"I nearly had her...I...We..." Mobius wasn't prepared to listen to his bullshit. He goes to walk past but the God of Mischief stops him. "Look just give me a chance okay? I didn't have enough time before this time I will do it I will reach her...You got to let me do this. Please Mobius."

Loki is giving him the puppy dog eyes again the one where Mobius ends up giving in and letting the bastard get what he wants.

But no Mobius wasn't giving in this time. He instead stands up straight and gives Loki a stern look.

Loki's eyes grew wider he is pleading (Loki will not admit that out loud) to Mobius begging him to let him to do this give him another chance to make this right. Mobius stared back. A minute into the staring contest Mobius finally gives up.

God damm it!

"Fine. " He sighed. "If you get kicked through another door it's not my problem."

Loki looked ready to argue again but then decided against it. He then closed his mouth, gives his friend a glare then storms off into the restaurant.

When Loki stepped inside he is immediately greeted with a kid that had icecream drooling down his mouth. The kid gives him a goofy grin showing he had several teeth missing. Loki froze unsure on what to do. Then the kid's mother called him and the kid ran back to the table.

Sighing with relief Loki goes off to search for his alternative self.

He scans the room. He sees all couples and families sat together eating their meals. Seeing this made Loki's heart ache. It reminded him of the life he has left behind, the people he has left behind. His Mother, his Father, his Brother. All of them gone.

He is all that is left. He is alone, trapped in something that is bigger than anything he has ever faced before and it scared no terrified him.

Suddenly needing her more than ever Loki's eyes dart around the room. Trying to spot the familiar blonde hair. Then Loki stopped.

His eyes land on her.

"Sylvie. " He whispered.

Sylvie froze.

She then turns round to face him.

She looked pissed.

But Loki didn't care he was happy to see her.

He walks up the counter grinning from ear to ear. Sylvie folds her arms and frowns at him.

"What do you want?"

He huffs a laugh.

"And nice to see you too."

Sylvie let out a scowl and she turns to the cash register.

"If you are not here to order then get out." Loki raises an eyebrow. "I mean it." She glared at him. "You are holding up the line?"

Loki glanced over his shoulder. There is no one behind him.

"Right?"

"It will get busy. It always does."

"Right." He repeated.

Sylvie sighs.

"Loki I can't deal with this right now."

"Can't deal with what exactly? The part where you messed up?" She shoots him a death glare. Loki wasn't backing down. "Or the part where you kicked me through the door and went MIA? Hmm? We been looking for you Sylvie."

"We?"

"Mobius."

"Is he here?"

Loki didn't respond.

Sylvie again sighs.

"They are looking for you as well." Loki then said. "The TVA."

"Did it not ever occur to you that you could bring them here?"

"We still got here before them and we will get you out of here before they find us and..."

"Loki I'm not going anywhere."

Sylvie goes to the machine and begins refilling the milkshakes. Loki frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm done." She answered her back still to him.

"Done?"

"I did what I had to."

"Did you not hear the part where I said you screwed up? He is not gone Sylvie...actually he is more powerful than before he is worse and he is coming for us all." Loki grips the counter. "You don't understand this is bad really bad."

"So?"

"So?"

"You said he is more powerful he is worse than the last one." Sylvie turns round and folds her arms. "What do you expect me to do? What do you expect us to do?"

"We got to stop him Sylvie."

"Stop him?" She laughs. "Like a hero? We're not heroes Loki. This is not our fight."

"So this is it huh? You are just going to stand here and entertain children all day like a freaking clown and act like nothing has happened?" He shakes his head with disbelief. "Seriously?"

"I like it here."

"You like it here?" He barked out a laugh. "Do you have any idea what I have just been through? I have been ripped from time I have been in the past, the present, the future. I was that close to being gone...gone for good."

Her eyes are wide now. Loki lowers his head and sighs heavily.

"But despite all that...I couldn't stop thinking about you." He lifts his head to look at her. "The scenarios that went through my head. I thought he...he did something to you and..." He grits his teeth. "All I thought about was that I failed...I failed to stop you I didn't do enough I...I thought I lost you for good."

A range of emotions flashed across his eyes. Guilt and fear.

"Then I saw you in the future..." He smiles slightly. "I thought maybe everything will be okay but..." His smile drops. "...seems I was wrong."

Loki looks down at her. He looked disappointed in her.

"You been here all this time...all this time while I...actually I shouldn't be surprised you are me this is what we do we only look out for ourselves."

"I'm not you."

Loki gives her a 'Really look'.

"You came back." Sylvie continued. "For me even after what I did you still came back." The mask starts to drop from her face. The emotions come through the cracks. "You care Loki you care way too much. That's why I'm not you." Her face screws up. "Nobody cared about me so I didn't care about anyone else it has always been me only me. Back there I did that for me I didn't a damm about the consequences."

"So none of that was real back there? That kiss."

Sylvie looks away.

"It was just a way to distract me, get me out of the picture?"

She continued to say nothing.

Loki shakes his head.

"Yet I don't believe you."

"Loki." Her voice is strained. "Drop it."

"No."

Stubborn bastard. She thought with a sigh.

"Look me in the eye and tell me there is nothing between us. All those moments we had didn't mean anything."

Sylvie makes eye contact with him. She looked him in the eye.

Still she said nothing.

She stared at him for several moments.

She should come out and deny it. Deny the feelings, deny the growing relationship between them but she couldn't.

Looking at him now brought her back to the moment when her lips went on his. The kiss, the passion, the emotions that poured into it. She can remember the fire that stirred in her when he took her in. She can remember the butterflies in her stomach when he expressed kindness to her. She could say he was being a nuisance and she needed him out of the way but that's not true is it? Deep down a small part of her screamed that she did that to protect him she sent him away so he wouldn't get hurt. She didn't look for him afterwards because part of her feared he wouldn't forgive her for what she did she couldn't bear the thought of him hating her she didn't want those moments of them to be tarnished by hate.

Sylvie didn't have many good memories. The time she spent with Loki was the best moments of her life. She wanted to hold on to those memories like they were treasure. She wanted to remember his smile, the way his eyes lit up every time he saw her, when he created a blanket for them even though they didn't need it but used it as a excuse to get close together. All those moments they were precious.

Imagine her shock when he came in. The happiness he had for her radiated off him. When she saw him she wanted to run and throw her arms around him and express her joy and relief that he is okay but the fear held her back the fear of getting too close to someone, the fear of getting hurt. What if she did lose him for good? Good things never last in Sylvie's life.

So she tried to push him away make out she didn't care but of course the bastard stayed put she couldn't decide whether she loved him for that or despised him for it. Then when he confessed his feelings to her when he admitted to her that she is all he has thought about Sylvie was in shock. She is right when she said nobody gave her a damm about her yet here is this man this infuriating, annoying, caring man who has made his way into her heart and made her feel things that she has never felt before about anyone. Sylvie had to admit that scared her.

Now he wanted the truth he wanted her to admit her feelings like he has admitted his. If she did that if she confessed her feelings there will be no going back. Sylvie would have to stop living in the past and move on and face whatever the future held for them.

"Sylvie?" He said his voice soft. He sounded so patient so understanding it was like he knew she would struggle with this struggle with these new emotions that are currently coursing through her.

He said to her once "I've been where you are." He probably knows her more than she knows herself (Sylvie will never admit that out loud) It should be a problem that he can read her like an open book but it isn't because it felt nice to be with someone who understands her, knows her pain, her loss, her anger and rage they both may have been on different paths but no matter what they are Loki, they are the same, they are one. When they are together they are whole and they are healing each other. That is what Loki has done for her, he has helped to gradually heal her scars, he has opened her eyes and made her see there is more to life than just revenge. Her eyes go on the children laughing and the couples smiling at each other and holding hands. Loki made her see that the world is not as simple as black and white the world is beautiful, bold and vibrant. Sylvie has never seen so much color in her life.

It is breathtaking.

And Sylvie didn't want it to stop.

Sylvie takes a deep breath.

You can only lie to yourself for so long.

She huffed a laugh at that.

Ironic.

She goes to open her mouth but a clear of a throat stops her.

"Sylvie." Her colleague comes up to her with a frown. "Is this man bothering you?"

Loki glanced at her waiting for her reply. Sylvie smirks and turns to her colleague.

"I'm taking my break."

"Huh what?"

"Now I'm taking it now." She rips off the apron and shoves it into his arms. "I won't be long. We'll just be around the back."

She gives her alternative self a knowing look. Loki understood the message perfectly. He gives her and her colleague a charming smile as he goes round the counter and follows Sylvie into the back of the restaurant.

.............

"Did I tell you that you look like crap?"

"No but thank you." Loki replied sarcastically.

Sylvie quickly scans the room to ensure no one is around. She then turns to face her alternative self and smiles. She goes towards him but he stops her.

"Sylvie." Loki sighs. "About earlier when I said you screwed up I didn't mean that...You didn't screw up we screwed we..."

"Shh." She places her finger on his lip. "You talk too much."

"But..."

"No seriously shut up." She smiled as she said it.

She brings her hand on to his cheek. He leans into her touch and closes his eyes.

"I missed this." He whispered.

Her smile widens.

"I missed you."

Her heart warmed by his words. She knows she should say something back to him but she wasn't quite there yet she wasn't open like him. Maybe as time goes on she will become openly affectionate. Right now she prefers to express herself through actions rather than words.

Sylvie made the first move. She reached up and locked her lips with his. He responds and kisses her back. He wraps his arms around and pulls her in close. He holds her tight scared that if he lets go she will vanish again.

Sylvie deepens the kiss, she pushes her tongue in and lets it roll along his. He moans. His reaction caused her heart to flutter. Moments later they both pull away. Loki goes in to kiss her again but suddenly ketchup is sprayed into his mouth. The God of Mischief gasps and spits the excessive sauce out of his mouth. He heard her giggle. He looks and sees her holding the bottle of sauce in her hand.

"Couldn't help myself." She grinned.

Loki huffed a smile. Mischief. That is what they are. It shouldn't be a surprise that moments like this will create opportunities to cause chaos and mayhem. Then making love to yourself will probably cause lots of chaos but hey who cares?

"Hilarious." He rolled his eyes and his lips find hers again.

This time the kiss is more heated more passionate. Sylvie's eyes widen with surprise as he presses her against the wall and claims her mouth with his own.

"I want you." He growled in her ear. "I want all of you."

He quickly removes her clothes. He tosses them to the side before putting his lips against hers again.

One minute Sylvie is against the wall the next minute she is on the table with him on top of her. He is still kissing her. The hunger he had for her all came pouring out into that kiss. Sylvie took it in, she hang on to every drop, stored it away into her mind with her other treasures.

Then Loki stops and moves back. He rakes her up and down with his eyes.

"So beautiful." He says.

He leans forward and runs his hand down her chest, her stomach and her thighs. His hand paused at her entrance. He brushes along the folds causing her to shiver. He smiles at her reaction.

Then suddenly he sticks his finger inside her.

Sylvie gasps as he goes inside her. Shortly after he sticks another finger in. He pushes all the way in causing her to cry out.

He starts to thrust her with his fingers. He starts off slow but then eventually picks up the pace. He hits all the sensitive spots and enjoys the sounds that come spilling from her lips.

"Fuck!" She cursed out loud.

He grins at her reaction.

He goes faster and more harsher. He keeps thrusting her until her legs tighten around him. When she did that he paused and abruptly pulls his fingers out. Sylvie moaned at the loss of contact. Sweat is already pouring down her brow. Loki laughs at her. She is a mess already.

"Oh darling." He smirked. "We are just getting started."

Her eyes go wide at that. So many thoughts flash across her mind. What was he going to do? What happens next? Will she able to survive this? Her thoughts stop when she sees Loki pick up the bottle of ketchup from earlier.

"What are you going to do with that?" She asked.

He again smirked.

"Lets just say two can play at that game."

Before Sylvie could respond Loki opens the bottle and starts to pour the sauce on to her stomach.

"LOKI!" She cried out in shock.

Loki climbs on top of her and admires the work he has done.

"Hmm...delicious." He licks his lips in a seductive manner. "Can't wait to have a taste."

As soon as he said that his tongue goes on her belly and he begins to lick her up.

His cool wet tongue on her hot sweaty skin caused Sylvie to flinch and tremble under his grasp. She again let out another gasp as his tongue moves downwards and starts to lick her folds. Sylvie pushed herself into his face. A whine escapes her as his long strokes caused electric shocks to spread across her body.

"Fuck Loki!" She cursed.

Loki pulls his tongue out and looks up at her with a questioning brow.

"I thought you preferred to be called Sylvie?"

Sylvie glares at him but the expression doesn't last long. Her face immediately crumbles when his tongue goes back inside her again. He pushes his tongue in deep and hungrily licks her up and down.

Loki then stops and towers over her again. His lips go back on to hers. Sylvie can taste herself along with the ketchup. It was a strange combination but it worked well. It summarized their situation perfectly. Making love to yourself is the most weirdest thing Sylvie has ever done yet no matter how strange it sounded it worked. They worked so well together.

Loki fondled her breasts, he squeezed her already hard nipples and nibbled her earlobe. Every time Sylvie tried to speak her words came out jumbled. She couldn't think straight when she is around him. It drove her bloody mad. Yet she couldn't complain.

Eventually Sylvie did find the strength, she felt her magic thrumming beneath her fingers. She closes her eyes and mentally counts herself in. Then she opens them and smirks at her alternative self.

"You had your fun. Now its my turn."

Sylvie suddenly flies her hands forward. Within a second Loki is on the table and Sylvie is on top of him. She runs her hand along his cheek. She grinned at his stunned expression.

"Anything to say?" She asked.

He didn't reply.

"Speechless?" She laughed. "That's a first." She leans forward. Her breath inches away from his. "Let me return the favor." She whispered with a smile.

She then gives him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his clothes and ripping it off him. She splits the clothes in half and sends them flying in various directions. He snorted and rolled his eyes.

"So dramatic."

"We love to put on a show." She smirked.

"Born to be an entertainer."

"Indeed. It is our forte."

She goes down and latches on to his nipples. She bites down hard on them. He shuddered and moaned as she started to make her way down his body.

She licks, nicks and trails her hands over his body. She cherishes all of him takes in every part of him she wants to remember this forever.

His breathing has gone shallow when she reaches his dick. She stopped and admired it. She took it into her hands and runs her fingers along it. She then looks into his screwed up face and smiles.

He is handsome.

Loving yourself, complimenting yourself.

How vain.

Sylvie laughed. It again reminded her how bizarre this all is.

But she didn't care because she wanted this and he wanted this. She wanted to make sure this is perfect for them she didn't want to let him down.

Sylvie suddenly grasps his length in her hands. Loki cries out when she draws him into her mouth. She sucks, licks and teases him. His hips thrusted uncontrollably, making her take more of him into her warm mouth.

"SYLVIE!"

Hearing her name roll off his tongue sent a wave of excitement through her. She increased her pace, her head bops up and down as she took him all the way in. He again cried out her name. He moans with pleasure and desire.

Eventually Sylvie removes herself from him. She makes a pop sound as his dick slides out of her mouth. She smiles at his flustered face. He trembles as she makes her way back to him.

"I need you inside me." She said her voice husky. Her eyes dark with lust.

Loki gazes up at her. Seeing her being like this for him made him weak to his knees.

"So do I." He responds his voice breathless. "I need you inside me now. Sylvie."

His eyes flash green. His lips form into a snarl. He then reaches out, grabs her waist and pulls her on top of him. Sylvie didn't fight him. She enjoyed this she loved this animalistic side to him. She couldn't help but feel smug knowing only she can do this to him.

"Fuck me!" He yelled. "Fuck me!"

Sylvie badly wanted to go in and fuck him right here and right now but first she decided to tease him a bit longer. She wags her finger at him.

"What's the magic word?"

"You fucking kidding me?"

"That's not it."

"My God Sylvie!"

"What God are we talking about here? Odin?"

"Seriously?"

"It was just a guess?"

"You bring my Father into this?"

"Well he is not really your Father."

He does a dramatic eye roll.

"Thanks for giving me that image. Its gross."

"Aww have I turned you off?" Sylvie laughed.

He shakes his head.

"Never. Now no more games."

"I still haven't got the magic word."

"Sylvie."

"Loki."

He sighs.

"Are you always this annoying?"

"Funny I was going to ask you the same thing?"

"I'm not annoying."

"You are."

"Am not."

"You totally are."

"No I'm not."

"You are. You are the most annoying person to exist."

Loki shakes his head and studies her for several moments.

"No wonder Thor got fed up of me." He thought out loud.

"So you just admitted you are annoying."

"No."

"Yes."

"Did not."

"You just brought your brother into our session."

"I..." Loki closed his mouth and groaned out loud.

"Thanks for the imagery." She says "It sucks."

He glares at her. Sylvie cups his cheeks in her hands.

"You're cute when you are mad." She says.

"Sylvie can you..." He takes a deep breath. "Can you please get in."

"Thank you! See now that wasn't so hard."

"Bitch." He muttered.

"Wanker." She spat back and grinned. She loved winding him up.

Sylvie then positions herself between his legs. A low moan escapes her lips as she pushed Loki deeper and deeper inside of her. Sylvie leans forward and lifts her hips slightly before getting Loki deep inside again. Loki lifts his hips to allow him to meet Sylvie for each thrust.

Sylvie started to pick up the pace. She went faster and harder. Loki cried out her name. He holds on to her hips tight as she continued to ride him. She grasps his hair and pulls him forward. She kisses him hard. Loki's eyes widen but then he pushes back just as hard.

Sylvie shook as he kissed her. A tear rolls down her cheek and she found herself smiling into the kiss. As that happened Sylvie felt herself reaching her climax. She wraps her arms his neck and whispers.

"I need to..."

"So do I."

They look at each other.

"Okay?" He says.

She nods.

"Okay."

They rode out their climax. They both let go at the same time. Sylvie bit down on his neck as she let out her release. He buried his head into the crook of her neck as he did his. They both let out a cry then Loki falls back on to the table with Sylvie going down with him.

Neither of them spoke they just stared at the ceiling. Then Loki turns his head and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. He smiles lovingly at her. Sylvie blushed and smiled shyly back.

Loki then reaches out and intertwines his fingers with hers. He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't pull away. Instead she increased her hold on him not wanting to let go. They stayed like that enjoying each other's company.

Seconds later there is a bang followed by a voice.

"What the Hell?"

Loki sits up. His head snaps towards the door. His eyes go as wide as saucers.

"Crap."

Sylvie turns to see what he is looking at.

"Crap." She repeated.

Mobius stood in the doorway. His eyes looked like they are going to pop out of his head.

"Loki." Mobius shakes his head. "Sylvie."

Remembering they are naked Loki waves his hand and the clothes appear back on their bodies again. Loki jumps up from the table and raises his hands.

"It is not how it looks."

Mobius gives him a 'Seriously look'.

"Not how it looks?"

"I..." Loki smiles a little. "I got through to her."

"Yeah." Mobius nods his face pale. "You certainly reached her alright." He steps into the room. His nose crinkled as the smell of sex hits him. "I'm going to be sick." He muttered.

"Good to see you too Mobius." Sylvie said sounding awkward.

Mobius was still walking around the room muttering "What is wrong with you?" He quickly glanced at the table. He grimaced and looks away again. "Oh my God argh Jesus."

"Sylvie!" Her colleague comes storming in. His face is fuming. "You think this is acceptable?" He gestures to the table. His hands are on his hips.

"I can explain."

"Don't bother." He cuts her off. "You are fired."

"What?"

"You heard me? You are fired. Get out of my sight and you and you!" He points at Loki and Mobius. "All of you leave now!"

"Don't need to ask me twice." Mobius replied with a shaky nod. "I would suggest cleaning this room...twice. Maybe bless it as well...Yeah do that." He feels something touch his foot. He looks down and sees the ketchup pouring out of the bottle on to his feet. Mobius sighs. "Great." He kicks the bottle away and again shakes his head with disgust. "Remind me to never eat from this place."

"Uh sure." Loki replied.

Mobius spins round and raises his finger at him.

"Not another word from you. Now come on."

Mobius turns and runs a hand through his hair.

"Why me? Why me?" He asked himself miserably.

He then left the room.

Sylvie and Loki look at each other.

"Well it was fun while it lasted." Sylvie shrugged. "But he is right we better get going the universe is not going to save itself."

Loki's eyes widen.

"So you are going to..."

"Keep an eye on you and make sure you don't do anything stupid."

Loki laughs.

"Me do something stupid?"

"Uh huh."

"I think it should be me keeping an eye on you."

"No."

"Yes."

"No way."

"Yes and yes."

"Screw you."

"You just did and it was wonderful."

Sylvie rolls her eyes.

The couple continue to argue as they leave the restaurant. Mobius watched them with a pained expression. He then gazed up at the McDonald's sign.

"Why?" He questioned out loud.

As expected he didn't receive an answer.

The End

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Chicago Fire Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Chloe Allen, Javi Cruz (Chicago Fire) Additional Tags: Short One Shot, Team as Family, Prompt Fic, True Love, Friendship/Love Summary:

Dinner with Cruz and Chloe was a long time coming. Cruz started bugging her to come over the minute Amber made her decision to help Sylvie adopt Julia, and Chloe joined in once the news spread that she and Matt had gotten engaged.

She promised they would visit as soon as Matt was in town.

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The loki series is fascinating to me in that it says so much more about the writers than it ever could about loki himself

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Home for the New Year | s.b.

Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Fem!Reader Requested: nopee jk yes kinda? Warnings: mentions death, previous bad relationship, angst Word count: 2.9k ish A/N: idk if anyone reads for Sylvie anymore but i had this written for ages (like... last new years) so might as well post it.

The flood of emotions hit Sylvie like a truck the second she got back to the firehouse. Her tears were uncontrollable as they streamed down her cheeks. Running into the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face to try and calm down.

She slumped back against the lockers in the changing room and let herself slide to the ground. The cold floor drove a chill up her spine. Her face was buried in her arms as the tragic events of the morning ran through her head.

The paramedic was in shock. The adrenaline was wearing off and what was left was only devastation. She knew she couldn’t save everyone, but she really thought she could save this one.

He was just 7 years old, a kid. He was somebody’s baby and they couldn’t help him.

The rest of the firehouse could tell how bad the shift was by the way the paramedics carried themselves out of their ambulance. There was an air of sadness around them, the kind of aura that could only mean a particularly devastating call.

Typically the she would have called you by now, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t.

She had no right to come running into your arms whenever she was sad, or hurt, or scared because you and Sylvie had been broken up for a few weeks. It felt like years, but things were different these days and you weren’t hers, not anymore.

Your impending departure had meant for an inevitable end to your relationship, but you had to go.

You had to go for the career you spent a better half of your life pursuing. There wasn’t anyone else who could do what you did and Sylvie didn’t want you to choose her over your job because there wasn’t a choice to be made. You worked so hard for it.

The two of you talked about long distance because what you had with Sylvie shouldn’t have to end, not like this… but she’d gone through the time differences and the conficting schedules before and it was hard. It was harder than anything she’d ever done.

As much as you loved each other, Sylvie wasn’t sure she could survive another round of that, only for it to end exactly like it would if everything just stopped now. That’s what happened last time, so who’s to say history wouldn’t repeat itself?

They called you at noon, after she'd been in the bathroom for half an hour already. Sev and Stella had both been giving you updates on how Sylvie was doing and you were more then grateful for it. Sylvie was the most resilient, capable person you knew, but you also knew her better than anyone.

You knew how she was when things got tough, not wanting to burden others with her problems. You also knew that she wasn’t going to tell you how much she was hurting, not after the breakup. Even so, she had friends and people who loved her at 51.

They were there for her when she needed it, but at her breaking point, what she needed was you.

“Hey, sunshine. You ok? ”

Sylvie’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, her head snapped up and there was a wild look on her face as she looked around the room for you.

Hearing you use her nickname hurt more than she thought it would, but when she saw you standing there, leaning against the doorframe... Your arms were crossed and your head tilted with concern, it was almost enough to make her forget you were even broken up.

“Shoot, Y/N.” Sylvie stammered, standing up quickly and rubbing the tears from her face. She didn’t want you to see her like this. "What are you doing here?"

She had to take a deep breath to steel herself from the effect you had on her. It didn’t work. It never worked. You always broke through her walls and defenses.

“Kelly called me. He was worried about you, Syl.”

“I— He shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry for making you come down here and fuss over me.” Sylvie clasps her hands together to stop their shaking and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. "I know you’re busy, you can go back to work. I’m fine."

“Everything is fine,” she mumbles, and it was almost like she was trying to convince herself of that instead of you.

“Syl…” Your voice was quiet as you took a step towards the blonde. She looked so small against and it broke your heart.

The closer you got to Sylvie, the harder it became for her to maintain her brave face. She wanted so badly to just fall into your arms and cry for the next 10 minutes. She wanted you to hold her like you always did and everything would be ok.

She could hardly breathe when you stop right in front of her and time stood still.

"Breathe," you whispered as you took her hands, pulling them apart and squeezing them with your own. Sylvie took such a shaky breath that it might as well been a gasp for air.

“Sweetheart, why didn't you call me?”

“You know why. I wanted to, but—” You watched as Sylvie dropped her head and avoided your gaze, stray strands of blonde hair falling in front of her face. One of your hands leaves hers to tuck them back behind her ear.

“Look at me, Sylvie.” Your hand returns back to your ex-girlfriend’s hands and you give them gentle tug. "Look at me.”

She does reluctantly, and you can’t help but admire how gorgeous she looked. Her eyes were rimmed with red, brows furrowed, a frown on her face, and just as beautiful as she was the day you first met.

“You can always come to me, always. Even if we’re not together anymore, if you need me, I’m here. That’s never going to change, ok?"

“I can’t do this anymore… being without you,” Sylvie admitted, her lip quivering as she spoke. Her eyes were glassy and you could tell that she was mere seconds from falling apart.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s ok,” you coo as you pulled her into your arms, her face burrowing into your neck. You feel her shake her head against you and tears began to wet your shirt. Things didn’t feel ok.

“We’ll be ok.” You’re peppering kisses to the side of Sylvie’s head as you held her, gently running your fingers through her soft hair.

“You still want to be with me?” Her voice was quiet, and weak. You knew how tired she was.

Sure, she was physically tired, but the turbulent relationships of her past had taken so much of her. Sylvie was beginning to think that she wasn’t cut out for love… and then she met you.

You, who grounded her and made her feel steady. You, the only one she had ever been sure of, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe you didn’t love her like you used to.

The little voice in the back of her head was telling her that she couldn’t handle this kind of life, it was telling her that she was nothing without him — just like he’d said so many times before. It had been years since she left him and he couldn’t have been more wrong, but sometimes Sylvie fell into old habits. She was so strong, but everyone needs someone.

She usually had you to chase the intrusive thoughts away.

“Of course I do, sweetheart. Hey…” you murmured, lifting her chin so she’d look at you again. “I’m not him."

“I— I know, but… you don’t think I’m being crazy?” she stammered. “You don’t think I’m—"

“No, love. No, you’re not being crazy at all. I miss you too. I miss you so much that it hurts.”

“Really?”

“Really… I know long distance is hard— “

“Y/N…” Before she got another word out, your hands are cupping Sylvie’s face and pressing your lips to hers. You feel her tears on your cheeks as she moved impossibly closer to you.

“Hey...I love you so, so much. I really think we can do this,” you murmured as your forehead rested against hers. "We belong together." Sylvie nods ever so slightly, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.

Before you broke apart to let the paramedic get back to work, you’re whispering in her hair. “I’m gonna come back to you. I promise.”

You and Sylvie made long distance work for three months before the holidays rolled around. Despite the many weeks of missed calls and conflicting schedules, you always tried to make time for your girl.

The blonde kept up a cheerful facade during work, making sure her personal life wasn’t getting in the way, but her weary sighs at the end of every shift… They meant she was going home to an empty apartment. Again.

The worst of it was learning that you weren’t going to make it home for Christmas. That in itself was utterly devastating for Sylvie. The holidays were the one thing she was looking forward to because she thought it meant she could see you. She offered to come fly out, but you were going to be so busy that it would be a wasted trip.

The news that you weren’t going to make it for New Year’s either was… just great. How much more could she take?

It hurt when every suggestion she made to visit was shot down by you, and Sylvie was beginning to wonder if it was even worth it.

What if the stars didn't align? What if they were never going to?

Little did she know, it was all because you had spent the last two months figuring out a way to come back to her.

After many meetings, phone calls, pitches, and business dinners, you were coming home. Starting January 10th, you would be the new liaison officer for both your district and another — headquartered in Chicago.

The plan was for Sylvie to spend Christmas and the New Year with her firehouse family this year. Typically, the two of you would cuddle up in front of the fireplace for a cozy night in, but you weren’t going to be able to make it back in time, no matter how hard you tried and you didn’t want your girlfriend to spend the day by herself.

That’s what you told her, at least.

All of 51 banded together to make this holiday season special at Molly's, but it was devastating for Sylvie that you weren’t going to be a part of it. It wouldn’t be the same. Nevertheless, she tried to enjoy the party as best she could. At least she was around people she loved and who loved her too.

They all did a wonderful job at keeping your secret and Sylvie was none the wiser. Everything was falling into place perfectly.

Although she was going to return home alone that night, it made her heart lighter knowing that in a few days, she’d be in your arms.

At 11 pm on New Years Eve, after another party at Molly's, Sylvie unlocked her front door with a groan and stumbled inside. I am so exhausted, she thought to herself. Why the hell did I stay the entire time…

She almost didn’t see the object on her kitchen table that wasn’t there when she left for the bar a few hours earlier.

A chill shot through her spine as she walked closer to the table and she realized it was a package. A package from you.

Sylvie couldn’t stop her hands from trembling as she picked up the box, tearing up as she saw her name scribbled in the corner. The handwriting was yours, she’d recognize it anywhere.

Her heart pounded as she tore the delicate wrapping paper off of the package, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Underneath was a box and a white business card resting on top of it, a golden ribbon tying everything together.

It took all of Sylvie’s control to undo the bow and hold the card steady enough to read the tiny text. There was your name, your district, and your position, but in the corner were two words that made her gasp out loud.

Chicago, Illinois

You were coming home.

A strangled sob escaped Sylvie’s lips as she let her head fall back to stare at the ceiling for a moment, taking everything in. This was all she wanted this year. She wanted you back, back where you belong.

There were tears pricking her eyes, but with a deep, shaky inhale, she pulled herself together enough to get through the rest of your gift.

The cream colored velvet box was all that was left. The gold lettering sparkled on the lid as Sylvie read what it said, running her fingers over the soft material.

Loving you is a wonderful way to spend a lifetime…

Her heart lurched at the words as she thought about you spending the holidays alone, in a new city. She missed you more than anything.

As Sylvie carefully removed the lid, her eyes widened upon seeing what was inside. It was a key. Her brow furrowed as the confusion set in — it couldn’t be a key to your apartment. You moved out of that apartment, she even helped you pack up your things.

“Wha—?” she whispered to herself, but a quiet voice from behind interrupted her thoughts.

“Move in with me.”

The world stood still. She knew that voice. The blonde gripped the box in her hand impossibly tight, worried she would drop everything in shock. She turned on her heels to see you standing at her doorway with a huge smile on your face. Not a moment later, she was running into your waiting arms.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Sylvie choked out as she pulled away to look at you again. She had to make sure you were real and she wasn’t dreaming. “I thought you said you couldn’t make it.”

“I had to surprise you, didn’t I?” You’re laughing as she squeezed you as hard as she could. Her jewelry was digging into your skin, but you didn’t care. “I missed you.”

“You’re here,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by your shirt.

"So? What do you say, Sylvie Brett? Will you move in with me?”

“I— Wait, where? What? You— “ Sylvie shook her head, trying to clear her jumbled thoughts. It brings a smile to your face and a chuckle falls from your lips. “You have a new place? Already? Since when?”

“Well… I was hoping it would be our new place. And as for when… it’s been a couple weeks in the making… 5 to be exact.”

“That was over a month ago, Y/N!” Sylvie gasped, not sure if she should be concerned or shocked as to why you didn’t tell her.

“I know, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but it had to be a surprise. Plus, it's really damn hard to get a house these days. Let’s just say I was very determined to get this place in particular.”

You pulled something out of your pocket and handed it to your girlfriend.

“Wait, what is this?”

Sylvie stared at the key in her hand and then at the photo you just gave her. It was the house.

You had bought the house that Sylvie had fallen in love with on the outskirts of Chicago. She knew she loved it the second she saw it on the way to work one day, many years ago. You never forgot.

It was the house she’d always dreamed of having — one that was close enough to her job, cozy, and with a huge yard for kids or dogs. The two of you would often take the long way just to admire it before work.

Just when Sylvie thought she couldn’t love you any more than she already did, you always seemed to make her fall even harder.

Her hands were trembling as the reality of your surprise settled in and her eyes shined as she looked back up at you.

She just couldn’t believe what was happening. She couldn’t believe you were home and she definitely couldn’t believe that you had this big surprise all planned out for weeks. It was just like you, though, to completely change her life like this, again.

“So I take it that’s a yes?”

“Yes! Oh my god, I— yes. Sorry, I’m babbling,” Sylvie blushed as she let out a teary laugh. “I just love you so damn much Y/N Y/L/N."

“I love you more,” you cheesed, knowing that your plan had worked perfectly.

As the clock struck midnight, with Sylvie’s lips pressed against yours, everything was as it should be for the first time in months.

You told her you’d come back to her, and you did.

The rest of the night was one of the happiest you’d had in a very long time. You and Syl curled up together on the couch, catching up on your favorite shows and the episodes you’d missed while you were away.

“Hey… Y/N?”

“Yeah, babe?” you mused as your attention was pulled away from the TV.

”How did you break into my apartment?”

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i've just written like 600 words of fic which is good but i should be sleeping and also this thing is about... 7000 words long now, which seems like a lot for something nobody other than me wants to read. but if i finish it then i can read it, instead of just having fragments of it in my head, tormenting me.

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The blatant product placement in S2 has only made me imagine some unhinged cannibal AUs. Especially after that "Sylvie wants a burger because of the smell of burnt flesh of the TVA agents."

Like what if Sylvie is a cannibal? Well, if it's humans, it's technically not cannibalism. But the point is: she has consumed human flesh before. And maybe she has ALSO consumed Asgardian or Jotun flesh as well. Making it cannibalism.

Hannigram Sylki AU lol. I lack the writing ability for that.. tbh. I would need to finish Hannibal (TV). I started watching it but life happened and I have trouble getting back into shows after interruptions.

Also, what if McD's food is made of Lokis? And McDonalds nuggets is Lokis. Like in Soylent Green. And Loki variants that grew up as royalty are particularly coveted because their flesh is considered to be organic, antibiotic-free, and grape-fed due to their royal Asgardian diet?

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In the Embrace of Home | Sylki One-shot

Sylvie found herself lost in a sea of golden arches and the rhythmic hum of fryers at her workplace, McDonald's. As she diligently went about her tasks, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. There was a time when the extra hours, the overtime at this fast-food haven, provided a sense of purpose and accomplishment. However, today was different. Her thoughts strayed from the sizzling fries and bustling kitchen as she considered the warmth awaiting her at home. The subtle fragrance of a familiar cologne lingered on the hoodie tucked away in her bag, a comforting reminder of someone special eagerly awaiting her return.

The prospect of trading the familiar hum of McDonald's for the embrace of home, where cherished moments and a special someone awaited, made the minutes at work feel like an eternity. Sylvie's heart longed for the comfort of her shared space, where the aroma of love lingered in the air. As the clock ticked away, she couldn't help but yearn for the end of her shift, eager to immerse herself in the warmth that awaited her beyond the golden arches.

As soon as Sylvie entered the room, Loki's eyes lit up with joy. He smiled warmly and, sitting on the edge of their inviting bed, held out his arms for her to come over. "I missed you so much," he whispered, pulling her close and nuzzling his nose against hers. The scent of her shampoo filled his senses, making him feel safe and secure. Sylvie returned his embrace, running her fingers through his hair as they enjoyed the comfort of each other's presence. They remained like that for hours, laying in bed, lost in their own little world where nothing else mattered except for their love for one another.

Sylvie looks lost in thought, looking down. Loki gently nudged Sylvie, breaking her out of her thoughts. "Hey, what's on your mind?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Sylvie looked up at him, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. "Oh, nothing really," she replied, trying to play it cool. "I was just thinking about how lucky we are to have each other." Her gaze locked onto his, conveying the depth of her feelings. Loki smiled warmly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Agreed, my love," he whispered, pulling her closer. "Now let's get some rest. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"But a little too lucky... I don't deserve you...," Sylvie says, feeling vulnerable. Loki's heart melted at Sylvie's words. He knew she didn't mean it, but he also understood the vulnerability behind her statement. "Hey, hey," he said, placing a finger under her chin and lifting her gaze to meet his. "Don't talk like that. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I'm just glad I get to share it with you." He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll face whatever comes our way together, okay?" His tone was firm yet gentle, filled with the unwavering love and commitment he felt towards her.

"I just... I've always felt that you deserve better... a woman who complements you in looks, height and behavior. All you got is me, a short, grumpy person," Sylvie says. Loki listened to Sylvie's self-deprecating words with a heavy heart. He knew she didn't truly believe them, but he also understood the insecurities that plagued her mind. Reaching out, he took her hand in his and squeezed gently. "Sweetheart, you are everything to me," he said earnestly. "Your strength, your determination, your courage - they all complement mine perfectly. And as for looks, well... you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he added teasingly, "Besides, who needs height when you can tower over opponents with a combination of your enchantment and agile prowess?"

Sylvie traces the lines on Loki's palm and asks softly, "But what if there's someone better for you and you just haven't met her yet... I might be holding you back from something greater." Loki felt his heart skip a beat as Sylvie traced the lines on his palm. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, and her question only showed how much she cared about him and their future together. "Sylvie," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "I love the way you touch me. And as for someone better for me... well, I believe that we all deserve love and happiness, but I also believe that we don't get to choose who makes us feel that way. It just happens. And I know without a doubt that I am meant to be with you, now and forever. You're my glorious purpose after all," with hint of mischief in his smile.

"But how sure are you that you are meant to be with me?" Sylvie says, sniffling. Loki cupped Sylvie's face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away her tears. "I promise you, my love," he whispered earnestly. "I may not have all the answers, but I know this: every time I look into your eyes, I see a future filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities. And as long as you're by my side, I'll never doubt that we belong together."

Sylvie says, "To be honest, when we visited Asgard, I realized how different I was from you. You're all princely, elegant, and charming, while I felt like an anomaly. Once a princess stripped from her world, I had to shed those regal qualities just to survive." She continues, "There's gossip that I don't deserve you, and I'd normally brush it off, but the more that I think about it, the more I agree with them. I'm sorry; I don't know why I care that much..."

Loki frowned, clearly taken aback by Sylvie's confession. He hated hearing her doubt herself like this, especially when he knew how much she meant to him. Taking a deep breath, he placed a hand on her shoulder and the other brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin for a moment longer than necessary. "Listen, sweetheart," he began, his voice firm but gentle. "I've told you before, and I'll tell you again - you deserve everything good in this world, and I'm honored to have you by my side. Now, let's forget about the gossip and focus on what matters most - our love for each other." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, hoping it would ease her worries.

Sylvie nestled deeper into Loki's embrace, taking comfort in his warmth and the reassuring touch of his hand. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment and blocking out the negative voices that tried to creep into her mind. With a contented sigh, she relaxed into Loki's arms, knowing that he would always be there for her, no matter what.

Sylvie nuzzles onto Loki before pulling back to look at him, "Why're you still here? with me," half-jokingly. Loki chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, my dear kitten," he replied, nuzzling her back. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you still here with me?" He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "But seriously, Sylvie, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Your company alone is enough to keep me happy, but the fact that you love me too... Well, that's just the cherry on top."

Sylvie slowly looks up into Loki's eyes and smiles mischievously, "But don't you hate cherries?" Loki grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not when they come with you, my dear," he replied playfully. "Besides, who says I hate anything about you?" He pulled her closer, his heart full of love and gratitude for this amazing woman who had somehow managed to steal his heart. As they lay there together, lost in each other's eyes, Loki couldn't help but wonder where their journey together would lead them next. One thing was certain though – no matter what challenges they faced or obstacles stood in their way, they would face them together, as one.

Sylvie playfully pouts, "I come with the cherries? Is it some kind of one plus one deal or something?" Loki laughed heartily, his deep chuckle resonating through the room. "Oh, you are something else, you know that?" he said, shaking his head fondly. "No, my dear kitten, it's not a one plus one deal. It's more like you're the missing piece to my puzzle, the final ingredient that makes life worth living." He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear. "So, if cherries are what comes with you, then I guess I'll have to learn to love them even more."

Sylvie sighs in contentment as she wraps her legs around Loki's while snuggling closer. Loki felt a wave of warmth spread through his body as Sylvie wrapped her legs around him. He smiled contentedly, enjoying the closeness they shared. "I love how you always find a way to make me feel wanted," he murmured, nuzzling her neck. "It's one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you." He paused for a moment, savoring the silence between them. "Now, how about we watch our favorite movie together?"

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"Wait, wait!' Gladys shouted as she pushed away from her nephews and to where Elvis was at trying to pull Sylvie away from her stepfather who had grabbed ahold of the girl and dragged her down the stairs towards the waiting police chaser. "What if, what if,' She paused trying to catch her breath, "She stays here, and marries my son. And when Elvis starts making more money singing, we pay you." Dick Roberts released his hold on Slyvie, who rushed to Elvis, who pulled her into his arms and whispered softly pressing kisses to the top of her head.

Dick knew that Sylvie was worth more trouble than she was worth and that she was better off here away from him and his family. "Fine, how much?" He demanded not taking his eyes off of the couple. The girl whispered something to Vernon who nodded his head and urged his son to take the girl into the safety of the apartment.

"On top of that, she wants you to leave Davey and Andie in her care. She doesn't want Andie going through what she did and Davey is her son." Vernon said in a tone that he picked up from Colenol Parker, a tone that left no room for fights. The Atlanta police chief rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, he knew that Elanie was pregnant again, and if any luck it would be another little girl, so she could replace Sylvie and Andie, "Fine. Let's talk.'

Expert from upcoming one shot Little White Church

Elvis x Sylvie

[blondie20000]

Sylki Collection

Links to the fics are below in the titles.

Burgers, Fries with Some Spice (Smut, One Shot)

Summary:

They found her they found Sylvie!

Loki couldn't contain his joy as they walked towards the entrance to McDonald's. He couldn't wait to see her. Mobius trailed behind looking baffled as he gazed up at the infamous restaurant.

"Of all places." He muttered to himself. "The world no the universe might be ending and she goes to freaking McDonald's?"

It's The End of the World as We Know It and I Feel Fine (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

Sylvie had a mission. For years she has planned this mission. It was all going so well until he showed up and ruined everything. Thanks to her annoying counterpart they are now on a train and it is the end of the world as they know it. Sylvie certainly did not feel fine.

Rockin Around the Christmas Tree (One Shot, Romance, Fluff)

Summary:

"Sylvie." This time he said it more clearly but his voice shook with emotion. She gives him an reassuring smile.

"I'm here Loki."

Pain is So Close to Pleasure (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

He hurt her, betrayed her. He promised to be by her side and he blew it. Loki wants her and Sylvie might not admit it out loud but she wants him too but she can't let him off that easily no she needed to teach him a lesson.