#the domestic bliss🥹❤️

[ariadnethedragon]

One Year Later

[sehtoast]

In the quiet moments before bed, Homelander and Ben share their hopes and dreams for the future, finding solace in the knowledge that they'll face whatever comes together.

Either a small fic or a HC format if this is something you are interested to write about.🙏

I just wanna see more cute moments with one of my fav couples. 🥹

asdfghjkl thank you for this ❤️😭 on this episode of domestic benlander bliss...

"Well, we can’t just move to the cabin.  What would you swing from?”

These were the moments that make everything so special.  The soft times, the after, when the world was quiet and it was just them.  No obligations, no wailing sirens (yet), and no assistants pestering them about their next daily task.

“I could attach a web to you.” Ben says.  “Have you fly around a bit.  Course you’d be doing all the work, but…” 

The bug lays on his side, palm supporting his head as he stares down at Homelander.  A faint glow from the TV illuminates them both, long forgotten as they’d wandered into their favorite bedtime subject.

The future.

“Nope.  No free rides.  Well, except on my–”  Homelander raises his brows suggestively.  

“Oh my god,”  Ben groans through a laugh.  “Later.”

A brief pause.

“Some nice houses in Queens, and I could still swing around.” He says.  “Christ, never thought I’d be able to afford something like that, let alone entertain the thought, y’know?”

“Oh please, it’s just a house.” Homelander says as though it really wasn’t that big of a deal.  “How much could it be, like two hundred thousand?”

“Uh… times four and then some.”  Ben replies, reaching for his phone.  He taps away, pulling up a real estate website and snuggles in to make it easier for both to view the screen.  “Man, check these out.”

Homelander scoffs at the most plain looking house he’s ever seen.  “Boring.” He says, swiping his finger along the screen to scroll through.  “Ugly– no way– not happening.  This one doesn’t even have a fence!”

“Oh the horror,” Ben teases.  “Life’s more than a white picket fence, y’know.  Besides, I prefer a nice stained wood approach myself.” 

“Of course you do.”  Homelander scoffs.  “Eeew, this one has a pink toilet!  God, look at the tile color–”

“There’s a reason some of these don’t show the interior.  Did you see the green kitchen cabinets earlier?”

“Yuck,” John groans.  “I don’t know about Queens, babe.  They seem like psychopaths.”

“Blame the seventies.”  Ben says, scrolling to the next one. “Oh my god is that fucking–”

“Leopard print wallpaper! What the fuck is wrong with people...” John chortles.  “Oh, hey, this one’s nice.”

“What would we do with four thousand square feet?”  Ben asks, head tilted back to catch whatever expression his love must be wearing.  “I mean, we’d have Ryan running around too.  Could make him a dedicated Lego room– ooh, and a little studio for his home movies.”

“Now you’re talkin’.”  John says. “Wait, wait.  Yellow walls– no way, babe.”

“We could always just paint– holy shit, is that stained glass in the foyer?”  Ben’s brows raise.  "But yeah... We could paint it. We could make it anything we want, y'know?"

Homelander’s arm wraps tighter around Ben’s shoulder, drawing him closer.  One day they’ll settle somewhere that’s wholly their own.  No hustle and bustle of the tower.  No PA’s to terrorize them. No more circus acts.

Just them, Ryan, and a slice of peace that was all theirs.

One day.

For now, though, they can dream.

[xamaxenta]

I’m just cackling at the idea of Marco playing his own game. There’s a couple “bad” endings with him ala Ascended Astarion and Sabo did complete that storyline once for the sake of completionism and trophies but then felt so bad he played two more storylines where Marco and the player get the domestic happily married ending and then bought the post-game DLC for more domestic bliss with Marco

Marco thinks it’s very sweet and funny and also if Sabo wants to do some dark roleplay he’s down

He plays Ace’s game too and Ace (who still does not. Fully understand the concept of video games but he’s getting there) pouts for ten thousand years because mechanically he is not Marco’s favorite character there’s this other guy who’s move set Marco likes a lot more and Ace is seething over the betrayal (making the saddest wettest puppy eyes every time he comes in the room and Marco has some other guy up on the screen)

HOLLERING AT MECHANICALLY ACE IS NOT MARCOS FAVOUROTE CHARACTER SO HE GETS WET AND SNOTTY OVER IT HAHAHAHAHAHA

thats so. Cute thats so STUPID ace is so fuckign dumb in this au god everyone give him kisses to the stupidest cutest idiot man ever 😭😭😭

PATHETIC ABOUT IT BEING LIKE HIS RIVAL CHARACTER OR SMTH LIKE MARCO WHY IS HE!!!! THERE!!!! Even in the real world hes been isekaied to HE CANT ESCAPE HIS RIVAL BEING PICKED OVER HIM!!!!!!! WHY !!!! Marco how could you betray him like this!!!

Radiates the insane jealousy of a scorned lover i love it so much… marco kisses him lots tho hehe

Idk anything about baldurs gayte but i know astarion is popular and i know if i ever did play that game he probably would be my favourite given the track record i have with men and i like that he sounds extra cunty if you resurrect him but yes from the concept thats what Marcos game is based off and yes Sabo did play two three campaigns back to back to ENSURE THE BEST POSSIBLE ENDING FOR MARCO and marco can see all of that progress and the save files 😭🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ace doesnt get video games bc hes really not the kind of guy considering hes designed to be a fantasy barbarian but isnt it super funny if he likes visual novels because all he has to do is click A

Bless him

[formulacherry]

“Lando turns to see Carlos running down the stairs from his office. Neatly pressed Ferrari polo on his top half, soft black boxers on his bottom half and feet clad in a pair of fluro yellow Quadrant branded socks that are due to be released to the public next month.”

“The toothbrush in Lando’s mouth is red. Not orange like the one that belongs to him. ‘Hey! These ones are McLaren and Ferrari! One for me and one for you’ Lando had said, grinning wildly before throwing the 2-pack into their shopping trolley.”

““Thanks for taking care of me.” Lando mumbles, rubbing the cuff of his hoodie over his runny nose. Gross. Endearing. But gross.”

These parts ❤️❤️❤️ (and many others, but the ask would be enormous). You don’t understand I loved Carlando Domestic Bliss so much 🥰

hehe thank you! 🥹❤️

[bat-boys]

Hey , Totally loved Azriel’s Domestic bliss 🥹❤️ Could you make a second part of that with all the Az’s smut scenes ? 😭❤️

Hi love, thank you so much! 🫶

A smutty part 2 may or may not already be being drafted…

x

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

If Butter is what comes from your mind when speed writing for fun, then I want to single-handedly finance your whole life so you never have to do anything besides write for fun 😆

unfortunately I happen to be a student with no money, so all I can give is my adoration ❤️

This was so cute and it felt so natural, like this joel deserves nothing more than domestic bliss to make up for canon joel’s experiences and you’ve written it so so well <3

I really hope you continue to do things that bring you joy just for your own sake because you deserve all the happiness in the world!!

also, as someone who likes to bake for fun, this is like such an indulgent fic for me!! connecting with people through baked goods is my love language lol

Oh babe this is such a sweet message 🥹 Funny story, my original plan for no-outbreak Joel was totally smutty because this dilf is just so fine, but I somehow ended up with something this soft and sweet, and I have no regrets! I also love baking, I'm so glad I can share this with all you baking girlies 👩🏻‍🍳

And I really appreciate your kind words about writing for joy - even though I feel a bit guilty when describing Butter as writing for fun, because it implies that writing for my series isn't fun. As much as I love Seams, I can't deny that I do feel pressure writing for it because there's a lot more expectation and eyes on it, whereas this was a fun, no-strings kind of one shot.

Thank you again for reaching out babe! Have a wonderful evening wherever you are 😘

[blossomanarchy]

I have always wanted to make a moodboard for E&A and Valentine’s Day seemed to be the perfect occasion, so I come here bearing one more gift ✨ My Moodboard Queen, hopefully you’ll enjoy your lovebirds in their domestic bliss despite the fact that tumbroke messed up the quality of the edit, I swear it looked amazing before I saved the file ksdjfksjdf

Thank you for being a great inspiration, my constant motivator and witchy bestie 🥰 Love you more than words can express, dearest Maud! ❤️❤️❤️

I know it has nearly been a month and I just decided to resurface again so I could take a look at this beautiful piece of art again❤️❤️❤️

Although you know I am always a sucker for angst, I can never get enough of this domestic bliss. It only reminds me how much I love these two and how you haven’t forgotten about them🫶🏼

AND THE TAMINO QUOTE, MY WITCH. I died. The way you remembered that I called this one of my e&a songs❤️ AND THE GIFS ARE PURE PERFECTION. I love it🥹

Words cannot expresses how much I love you, but I think you already know and I hope you can feel my love from miles away❤️❤️❤️ thanks for sticking by my side🥰

[onsunnyside]

okay also FK was a masterpiece and i can’t help but send another anon abt it bc it was truly such a sweet series.

All of my fav parts happened whenever they were in each others trailers, it was always such soft interactions in what were described as such safe and comfortable places to be.

it just felt like SO comforting to read abt us n ari in his trailer just wasting the day away in simple domestic bliss before getting ruined in his big comfy bed 🥹❤️

-🍒anon

ahh thank you friend 🥹🥹 i know i'm a slut, but i'm also a sucker for soft stuff like that, domestic bliss, people just existing together in the quiet of it all as the world goes round, so i'm glad those were your fave parts too 🥺 fk was my comfort fic !! pls take these kithes 😚😚🫶

[dilemmaontwolegs]

YOOO!! THEYRE BACK TOGETHER 😭😭❤️ A FAMILY REUNITED!! Bro stop I love how she was like “shut up idiot you’re alive 🥲”! The domestic bliss I spy there at the end 😪❤️ love to see them finally rest after all those goddamn hardships. That little baby is bout to be the most loved, that’s for sure 🥲❤️ AGAIN MY BOY IS ALIVE 😭😭 HE FINALLY SAW HIS BABY GIRLLL OH MY GOD I ALMOST CRIED! ~~they’re finally a family~~ 😭❤️ I love this, love you, and love your magnificent mind 🥹

Hahaha he was being a bit of a fool and needed to be told 😂 there was never going to be some slow motion running into each others arms and professions of love with these two.

This next chapter gives us a little more of soft daddy Aemond so I’m at super excited to finish it and get it posted hopefully tomorrow but life’s been hectic this week 😔

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Umm hi I’m not going to be anonymous anymore cause I just wanted to let you know that you’re an amazing writer and I’m super excited to see what you do next! Fingers crossed that in the next two bonus chapters of coming home we get to see a glimpse of domestic mated bliss between Az and Rhys’ sister. Hopefully, if there’s any “problems”they face it will be an “us against the world” feel instead of a “me against you” vibe you know? I also feel like it would be a good feeling to see then in a healthy relationship after all that healing and work she did for her own mental health. Love your writings and I can’t wait to see what you do! I’m also a sucker for your angst!

Hi! Thank you so so much love 🥹I really appreciate it and I am so glad you enjoy my writing 💕the two bonus chapters I have planned are actually set before coming home (One of the Starfall where Y/N tried to kiss Az and his reaction to her leaving, and the smut of when Y/N and Lucien met), but I’m totally open to writing some sweet, domestic Az in the future 🥹thank you ever so much for enjoying my writing and taking the time to send me a message! ❤️

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

🥹🥹 I'm so happy you liked the flames, I was worried it'd be too cheesy or the littl calf wouldn't be cute enough or something 🙈

Thor THOR he's such a great character and he deserves his layers. As much as I love silly, tower fic, Thor I wanted to give him a chance, like Loki, to really BE a prince. I'm glad I got that right here!

The domestic bliss 🥰 so lovely writing these chapters and trying to forget I have to actually resolve plot points 😅

Thank you so much for your continued support 😘 I promise I will update soon! ❤️

The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 14

Let's Go Home | Loki x Reader

You and Loki continue to practice your magic, relaxing and enjoying some peaceful quality time together at his cabin while you discuss your future...until you find something odd by the fireplace. A thunderstorm brings a familiar face and a warning.

Warnings: Rated f for fluffy and T for Thor. Some language, suggestion of sex and Avengers being mean to Loki.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

The evening crept slowly up the valley towards the cabin, like a lover it softly wound its way around your twin flames, green and blue, that had warmed you during the day. 

“We should retreat for the night,” Loki suggested, patting your leg and standing with a stretch of his long limbs. You couldn’t help but admire the way his thick aran sweater rose up his muscular back, revealing a strip of skin. Your heart thudded even harder when he turned to you, “are you coming, darling?” His lips twitched with the suggestion of a smirk and you smiled back, allowing him to pull you into his arms so you could walk back inside together. 

Loki’s flame coiled around itself until it became a serpent, following you over the dark wooden boards of the decking. Loki bathed in the joy of your smile, overcome with pride when you left his arms to stare at your own blue flame, still flickering alone in the darkness. It grew lower without your attention, and, to your joint surprise, rose into a small, fat, fiery, calf, its shaggy, flame hair, bounced in front of its wide eyes as it playfully chased Loki’s snake through the kitchen door. 

“Well, I didn’t expect a cow.” Loki sighed, looking at you expectantly. 

“Neither did I!” 

“You didn’t make it on purpose?” 

“No! I just thought about your snake and how I’d like to be able to make my own animal and…the flame moulded itself,” you shrugged one shoulder, “isn’t it cute though!” 

The flames, one stately and precise, one bounding, made their way to the hearth in the living area. The snake wound itself around the smaller kindling, settling inside them as if to sleep, while the calf climbed atop the still smouldering log and allowed its flame to melt slowly into the growing embers. 

You stared at the spectacle, “I never knew you could do that.” 

“Neither did I, darling,” Loki muttered, “neither did I.” 

Between you, you pulled a few more tins and cans from the cupboards and Loki used his magic to provide any of the staples you couldn’t find. Working around each other, the candle lights flickering against the backdrop of the bare stone, you made a simple dinner of stew with heavy dumplings floating in the rich gravy. Loki seemed to have a magical bakery, solely for your use, and procured thick slabs of crusty white bread and salted butter from a wave of his hand. 

The fire continued to crackle merrily in the hearth, the images of your snake and calf now blurred together in the flames, and you snuggled down on the floor, bowls on the coffee table, to enjoy your meal. Sat on the floor of the cabin, woollen socks wrapped around your toes and Loki’s soft smile watching you, it was easy to forget that yesterday you’d been readying for a mission. Such a leisurely meal felt odd compared to the hurried snack you’d snuck into your handbag, too nervous to eat anything more. 

The candles flickered and you caught Loki’s eyes resting on you. 

“Will we go back to Tønsberg ?” You asked, mopping the last of your gravy with a slice of bread. 

“If you liked it there,” Loki watched, amused, as you attempted to lick away the butter caught on your lip, before leaning forwards and brushing it away with his thumb. 

“Do you like it there?” You raised an eyebrow, unsure of how much Loki really did like being with the other Asgardians. 

“Yes, of course.” He chuckled, “I know that it appears to Midgard that I am the eternal black sheep, as it were, but I can assure you that that is part of my role. I should love to live among my people again.”

“Okay.” You nodded and went back to your stew, truthfully thinking of settling anywhere was such a new concept you weren’t sure what to think. 

“Asynja -” he said sternly, “if you no longer wish to reside there, you only have to say. We can go wherever you’d like.” 

“No, no, it’s not that it’s just -” you weren’t sure how to explain, that village was beautiful, welcoming and awe inspiring, cosy and incredible all at once. Placed so carefully along the shoreline it was like stepping into a postcard. But it was also the same place you’d been kidnapped. Even if you were taken somewhere else afterwards, you weren’t sure you’d ever walk along the street alone again. But Loki made so much sense, that was his home, his people and he’d lost so much already - your mind spiralled, your spoon dropping into your bowl with a wet splash. 

“My darling,” Loki reached for you, pulling you into his embrace, your back resting on his chest and his chin tucked over your shoulder, “I’ll never let you out of my sight again, do you understand?” You nodded against him and he nuzzled into your neck, kissing you gently. “No harm will ever come to you again, I simply will not allow it. You are far too precious, my wonderful, beautiful Goddess, to be allowed to suffer in any way.” He kissed your cheek and neck again, his breath so close it felt like your own. 

“Loki -” you whined, fidgeting in his grasp, always so bashful in his earnest declarations. 

“Darling,” he sighed in answer. 

“Take me to bed.” You turned to look over your shoulder to find his eyes sparkling and his face happy, relaxed. With one smooth movement he stood, carrying you in his arms to the bedroom. 

You slept fitfully that night, strange dreams haunting you and dragging you in and out of consciousness. Everytime you stirred Loki held you tight, his body warmed by the blankets and the comforting heat that radiated from your back as he wound his arms around you again. 

“Shhh, it’s just dreams.” His voice called through the night, a low whistle behind the screams of the fallen, fire raging and pulling the air from the room - you thrashed and fought - animals raced before your eyes, cows, sheep, a lamb with a fleece of pure flame. You tried to reach for them, to look for water, for help, and none came, the more you fought the higher the flames stretched. 

“My darling, I’m here.” Loki’s voice was a rumble through your chest, your very heart reverberating in response. A cool palm pressed against your forehead, the other sitting low on your stomach, fingers dimpling in your soft belly, his legs entwined with yours, your feet sliding on his shins as you moved - “I’m here, and you are safe and well, there is nothing to fear.” 

The flames dimmed, flickering and faltering until the sun reclaimed them, at once setting and then rising again, higher than before, bathing the world in glowing light. 

You hummed, eyebrows creased, shuffling back into Loki’s strong, secure arms, the flat, firm plane of his chest grounded you, so strong you couldn’t fight against his hold, your body relaxing under his touch. Loki’s breath tickled across your shoulder, leading the way for his lips to place kisses on your bare skin. 

Though the sun shone above, the burnt ground didn’t crack or falter, but sighed, water rising to the surface, ashes pooling and running over the ruins. Between each minute pearl of soil a seedling raised its face to the sky, opening its arms and forging forward, growing taller and taller, branches, leaves and roots filling the sky, creaking under the weight of fruit, bouncing with the force of birds taking flight, raining soft blossom onto your upturned face. 

You smiled, sleepily pulling Loki’s hand towards your face and mouthing, “I love you,” into his palm. 

Was that the feeling that had been drawing him closer these past months, the thread that seemed to sinch around his heart, tied with a bow around your little finger, ready at your beck and call. Was that the feeling that made his blood burn when you were taken? Was this the feeling that told him you were his and his alone, that angry bubble that swelled whenever anyone dared to touch you. Was that the feeling that made him feel soft and secure and safe. 

Was it love? 

He lay awake, watching your features soften as your nightmare passed into blissful dreams once more. 

In the living room of the cabin, the box burned brightly again, seeking its lost treasure. 

Not for the first time, Thor wondered how he’d ended up with a younger brother capable of causing him so much bother. He’d been happily eating a new flavour of Midgardian breakfasting food, noting it’s sweeter flavour and fruity inside, when Tony had sat down opposite him and snatched both the box and Thor’s plate away.

“C’mon, Cinnabon, where are they?” Tony looked decidedly too serious for 9am in the morning, a time when Thor much preferred to have a relaxing breakfast after his run and before his gym session with the Captain. These Midgardians had far too much of a sense of time and far too little ability to enjoy the moment. 

“Where are who?” Thor asked, taking the box back with ease, “try our new secret flavour, can you guess what it is?” the box asked and Thor let out a single guffaw, “you Midgardians are so funny, why not just buy the flavour that you want to eat.” He laughed again, shaking his head and eating the second half of his breakfast in a single bite.

“It’s a marketing thing, don’t dodge the question.” Tony snapped, reaching for the box again. 

“Uhm nah bodging dah westion,” Thor said, still chewing. 

“You know where they are.” Tony stared him down and Thor rolled his eyes. 

“Why do you care, Stark. You got your toplap thing-” 

“Laptop-”

“Toplap, laptop, who cares, they got it for you, now you have it and they are who knows where,” he shrugged, brushing crumbs from his beard, “I certainly do not care, my brother can be quarrelsome, but there has not been a single cross word between us since you paired him up with that little troublemaker. He is quite taken with her, he behaves like a Prince now.” Thor took a swig from a large mug, “and she is very agreeable. Funny, kind, she matches Loki’s temperament supremely well, Stark. I must commend your match making efforts.” Thor narrowed his eyes. He knew how the team thought of him, a tool for their schemes and plans, but ostensibly an idiot. As if spending a thousand years training at the heels of his mother and father hadn’t taught him anything of diplomacy. 

Tony gave an exasperated sigh, “this was not about match making this was about - you know what, nevermind. We can’t have them loose on Earth, we need to know where they are, or did you forget your brother is also a criminal here?” 

“He served his time on Asgard.” Thor swept the crumbs from the table onto his plate with a single swipe of his hand. Prince he may be, but his mother, nanny and tutors had taught him manners at least and it gave him a distraction from thinking about what a disaster Loki’s penance had been, how hard he’d fought for any justice for his brother beyond locking him away. 

“And what about the girl, Estrid,” Tony continued. 

“What crime has she committed - save for giving you a run for your money, eh, Stark, it is no crime to be a nuisance!” Thor laughed again, “Or my brother would certainly still be behind Asgardian bars once more.” He willed the man to take the out he was trying to give, the conversation at a dead end unless Stark backed down. 

“Thor, we need to be serious about this, we still don’t know what kind of powers she holds or why, she had a fucking spear, it was on fire. There are other people involved now.” Tony was grinding his teeth in frustration, his eyes dark and set. 

Thor pushed his mug and plate to one side, clasping his hands together in front of him on the table. 

“I say this with the utmost respect for your planet, Stark. Though I note you are not a ruler here, merely a player. But Loki is a Prince of Asgard, he is my brother. I have helped you when necessary, I have brought him to justice when required. But we live long lives and we are merciful people. He has served his time, we have discussed his reasons and agreed he was under duress, and I will not aid you in any further punishment you feel that he deserves.”

“He killed people, Thor, you can’t just -” 

“And how many people have you killed, Stark? With your weapons? Deliberately and for profit. I will not tell you again. Loki is my brother, his justice has been dealt with by Asgard, as has his rehabilitation. You required our help and we gave it, the girl made her own choices and has decided to leave with Loki. You have no jurisdiction over either of them. You will leave them both alone.” Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Thor stood to his full height, hands still planted on the table as he bent forwards, “I will hear no more of my brother being a criminal-” 

“But -” 

“Or of the girl belonging here, she is free to choose her allegiance and if she chooses Asgard then we will accept her with open arms. I will place her under my protection, as Crown Prince of Asgard, and I have faith our King will do the same. Do not bother me with this nonsense again.”

Thor stormed from the room, calling Mjolnir without a backward glance.

You woke late the next morning, your head fuzzy and the bed empty. The sheets were still warm to the touch where Loki had laid next to you, even his socks were still on the bare floorboards beside the bed. 

With a smile you tripped out of bed, opening the curtains to another crisp day, the frost clinging to the edges of each leaf like glitter and marbling the window with stars. Sapphire magic swirled around your feet, covering them with soft woollen tights, curling around each leg, your shoulders, once bare, felt soft cashmere fall down each arm and over your hips, stopping at your mid thighs and brushing against you as you moved away from the window. You’d seen this outfit in a magazine a few weeks ago and now all your magic needed was a flash of inspiration to create it for you. 

It was strange to be able to wield such power now, to have your fire at your fingertips, to dream things into existence, and yet Loki had lived like this for a millenia. How long had you had this ability, pressed down and restricted by the unseen hands of others? As nice as it was to live quietly for a while, a thousand questions still invaded your thoughts. 

Padding into the living room you lent against the wooden beam between the kitchen and living room, watching Loki quietly. He was wearing a pair of dark black and green plaid pyjama trousers and nothing else. His strong back rippled with muscle with every movement as he laid out toast and tea on a kitchen table. He was humming a tune again, brushing the back of his hand over his forehead. He turned, catching your eye and smiling while you allowed your eyes to wander down his chiselled chest. Even making breakfast he was every bit a god, as if he’d been created from the purest marble. 

“Good morning, my darling ásynja, how’re you feeling?” With his hands on your waist he drew you into his embrace and you wound yourself around him in response. 

“I’m feeling okay, tired though, I had the strangest dreams.” He rubbed a hand down your back and you let your fingers trace the indents on his stomach. 

“You were thrashing in the night, I was worried.” He kissed your temple and, using a single finger, tipped your chin up so he could study your face, “do you wish to discuss it?” 

“After toast, maybe.” You smiled, kissing him back, soft and slow and lazy. 

You ate together, curled on the sofa, and watched the hazy frost of the morning get darker as rain rolled in, the droplets catching on the glass. When the fire died down Loki knelt to relight it but jumped back, cursing, his hand bleeding. 

“Loki, are you okay?” You jumped from the sofa, but Loki held his hand out to keep you back. 

“There’s something sharp down here, I don’t want you to cut your feet.” He moved his hand and light began to glow brighter around the hearth. 

“I’m getting something to clean that with.” You climbed over the back of the sofa instead and hurried to the kitchen for a clean cloth and some water. 

Loki continued to search for the object, poking at the ashes around the tiles until he found the two halves of the broken glass bead that had escaped the box the night before. “I think I found something.” 

You both returned to the coach and, after insisting on cleaning the cut on Loki’s palm, you took the two glass halves from him. 

“What on earth is it?” 

Bigger than a normal marble it was milky and opaque, like Loki it seemed to hum with magic, drawing you closer. Experimentally you pressed both halves together and, with a jolt, they fused allowing its message to be told once more. 

“I saw a vision of a flock in chaos, a tup of pure chaos and a ewe of love, a ram standing watch, a singular lamb frolicking, a lamb with a fiery fleece. It has burnt the farm. But from the ashes rises lush land, strong crops and healthy babes. I have told this vision to my husband, and Lugh, he does not believe me when I say she is no threat, he believes this to be a prophecy of Ragnarok, he cannot see the verdant land beyond the fire. You must hide the girl, my friend, should they reach her I fear destruction, for the Nine Realms, or for her.” 

Stunned you both stared at each other. 

“That was my mother.” Loki looked tearful, but there was a soft smile on his face, “I missed her voice.” 

You held his, uninjured, hand and squeezed it, “do you understand what she was saying?” 

“All I know is Ragnarok, and sadly that has already consumed Asgard. If it was prophesying the end of my land then it has already come true.” He looked out of the window into the relentless rain that cloaked the valley. “My mother was Vanir, they are known for their prophecies, but my mother often kept them to herself, to protect people from their own fear. To share a prophecy, she must have been incredibly worried.” 

“She was talking to Lugh, the man from Baron Zemo’s house?” 

Loki looked at you, long and hard, and you watched his thoughts race behind his eyes as he nodded. 

You hummed, thinking over this revelation, if this prophecy was something Lugh needed to know, but it was about a girl, and he was so keen to protect you… “is this about me?” You chewed on your thumb, considering who you could be the ewe? The lamb? 

Loki reached out and pulled you closer again until you were curled into his lap, eyes focussed on the rain, lost in your thoughts. “I’m wondering the same thing,” he didn’t even need to read your mind to know what you were worried about, the prophecy had to be about you.

“We should share this with someone,” you suggested, taking a deep shaking breath and allowing your body to relax into his arms, your head on his shoulder. “I - I don’t want to tell anyone, but I also think -” your mind raced, whatever was coming sounded huge, destructive, and you didn’t want to be responsible. Someone had to have a way out. 

“Let us leave and seek advice, it was in our plans to return to Tønsberg and we may be able to find someone there who can tell us more.” Loki kissed your temple, “and I cannot lie to you, my darling, I am longing to see you among my people again.” 

Outside the rain turned almost sideways, lashing the window while the sky rumbled and a flash of blinding light lit up the otherwise dim cabin, when it faded there was a figure silhouetted on the other side of the window. 

“Oh my god!” You shouted, turning into Loki and hiding your face, fingers digging into your shoulders. “Loki!” Instinctively a plate of armour had covered your chest and shoulders and Loki was both pleasantly surprised that your magic was starting to react to you so naturally, and very relieved that you hadn’t also conjured your spear. 

His chest gave an answering rumble as laughter bubble up, “my darling, look again.” He tipped your chin up and there, through the window, was Thor, his wet hair dripping in long shanks over his shoulders but he lifted Mjolnir to wave at you through the window, his usual friendly smile plastered on his face. 

Thor entered the cabin doorway a sodden mess, but was dry and in a hoody and sweat pants before he reached the comfort of the fire, Loki’s magic banishing his soaked clothes to the bathroom to dry. The God perched his hammer by the hearth and warmed his hands. 

“Thank you for the shelter, brother, though I do enjoy a good storm, it is much more enjoyable from behind the window.” He smiled, turning his back to the fire and his sparkling eyes to you. “And how are you, trouble?” He asked. 

“Trouble? Me!” You protested with a laugh, “I’ll have you know I’ve been very well behaved.” You laughed, allowing him to pull you into a firm hug. 

Loki returned to the living room with a tray of mulled wine and ginger cookies.

“Tell him, Loki, I’ve been right here, practising my magic, laying low.” Thor thumped onto the floor, leaning on the coffee table and holding his mug in his hand, you chose to use the handle, balancing a cookie on the arm of the couch. 

“That, little one, appears to be the trouble.” 

“Out with it, Thor, we’ve had enough cryptic messages for one day.” Loki drawled, sprawling onto the couch beside you. 

Thor raised his eyebrow, intrigued. “Well I certainly wish to hear these other cryptic messages, but what I mean, brother, is that Stark wishes to see his ward back in his compound. 

“I’m not his ward!” 

“She’s not his ward!” 

You protested at the same time. 

“Well, this is not the way that Stark sees it, he wishes for you to return,” he pointed at you and then Loki, “and for you to be imprisoned again, I suppose. He wanted me to aid him in returning you both.” 

Loki shot to his feet, standing in front of you, “she goes nowhere.” 

Thor sprawled backwards, “fear not, I did not agree with him. I told him you are both under the protection of Asgard,” he looked around Loki’s legs, “should you wish, of course,” he winked. 

“We wish, we definitely wish.” You placed a reassuring hand on the small of Loki’s back, tugging him back to the sofa by his waistband.

“Well then, shall we return to Asga - Tønsberg ?” Thor stood, hand out to retrieve Mjolnir and smiled at you both. 

“I think there’s something you should hear first.” Loki said thoughtfully, settling back into his seat. 

Thor raised his eyebrows, “you wish to delay reaching the safety of Tønsberg?” 

“Have you ever heard of any of mother’s prophecies?” Loki had already started pulling the two milky halves of the marble from his pocket. 

“No, have you?” Thor leaned forwards again, resting his elbows on the table. 

Loki slid the two halves of the marble together and let it rest on the table against his mug, that same lovely voice floating into the quiet room. Thor’s eyes instantly softened and you felt Loki stiffen next to you, holding in the silent tears he’d shed earlier that he seemed to believe you hadn’t noticed. When the prophecy ended the room remained quiet for a few moments and then Thor huffed out a long breath of air. 

“Well then.” He looked utterly confused. “Where did you get that?” 

“Lugh himself gave it to me.” You tucked your feet up underneath you and reached forwards to take the delicate marble between your fingers. Loki opened his jacket before you could ask and you tucked it into the inside pocket, next to his heart. 

“And you believe it to be about you?” Thor raised both eyebrows, you nodded. “And you think you are not Trouble?” He laughed. 

“Brother, please, this is very serious.” Loki insisted. 

“Yes, yes. I think I know where we should go before Tønsberg .” 

“Where?” 

“The Golden Palace of course.” Thor grinned. 

<< Part 13

Part 15>>

[stardustmorozov]

A thot that just came up immediately thinking about billy, dinah and honeybee is cooking together 🥹

It’s just that the three of you do this so routinely that you don’t have to ask questions, don’t bump into each other, everything gets done at the right times so the dish turns out perfectly. Billy cuts all the vegetables, his hands quick and neat with the kitchen knives. Dinah cooks the vegetables, the pasta, reading the recipe even though she knows she doesn’t have to. You give them both what they need, moving and giving them tools and ingredients.

And you love to sneakily give them kisses whenever you bring over tools or ingredients. And what you love most are their smiles when you do so. Their hands reaching for yours because they need more in that little moment. More kisses, more hand-holding, more everything. And you would always give them more because both Billy and Dinah give back just as much ❤️

Ahhhh Domestic Bliss 🥰🥰🥰

It is one of the rare few days where Dinah's attention span is long enough to be able to wait for water to boil when they do this.

And there are so. many. stolen. kisses. It really is a miracle that the food didn't burn and even turned out as well as it did.

After dinner however, Dinah and Billy tale Honeybee to the bedroom to busy themselves with their desert... 😏

[letterstotheflre]

I’m weeping over your story about cuddling James while he writes the grocery list 😭 it’s so soft and loving and perfect!!!!!!! 🥺😭❤️ thank you so much for posting it, I’m so glad it exists

omg now i’m the one weeping 🥹 i’m so happy you liked it, it’s the kind of domestic bliss i love to imagine with him. thank you for this message it made my night :’)

[shedoesnthaveaclue]

Omg my domestic bliss heart can’t take it 🥹❤️🥹❤️🥹❤️🥹❤️🥹❤️

There is something about mechanice!eddie coming home all greased up and dirty bending you over your coffee table and just having his way with you

how dare you </3

18+ mdni. cw: piv, unprotected sex, manhandling, mommy (/mama) kink, daddy kink. maybe u guys r married. fem!reader

you know better than to wear tight jeans and a pair of panties on a friday night.

somehow, eddie's busier on fridays. therefore he comes home slightly irritated, and he'll bend you over wherever he first sees you — over the washing machine when you were taking out the laundry, on the couch when you were drinking tea, in the bathroom bent over the sink just right after you brushed your teeth, or even at the front porch where you'd been patiently waiting for him; he'd fuck you on that couch, but only when he's certain that everyone in the park was asleep.

when his van parks outside the trailer, there's that loud but faint slam of his cardoor. you're leaning against the tiled countertop with a cigarette in your hand, skirt hanging loosely around your hips, feeling the ends tickle the swell of your ass as you anticipate the figure of eddie come through that door.

it opens, the lanky figure of your beloved coming through the entrance with grimy hands and grease painting his alabaster arms. his head hangs in a loose bun behind his head, and albeit his long sigh tells you he's tired, he's got a bright smile on his face when his eyes settle on you.

"my wife!" he beams, opening his arms. "my spouse, the light of my life, the glue to my walls, the candle to my flame. my rock, my life, my love, my angel, my—"

"hi, baby," you take his face in your hands, his settling over your waist, and eddie wrinkles his nose at you as he leans down for a kiss so innocent his chastity's about to get absolutely ruined in a few seconds. "you smell,"

"i know," he pouts. "and i'm tired," eddie leans closer, his nose kissing yours with the ghost of his kiss lingering on your twitching lips that grazes his mouth, "and i'm hungry—"

eddie's hand roams down to the dip of your spine, running back and forth until he slips it down cheekily above your skirt, thumb hooking on the waistband, palm pressing against the covered fat flesh of your ass that he lightly squeezes with just the tip of his fingers. you giggle, finger tracing the grease across his jawline.

what once was honey beneath the sun turns almost stygian with his pupils blown in starvation, eyes glossing, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. your eyebrows wiggle teasingly, rubbing the gilded band of your ring on his skin that makes him shiver the slightest.

"—and i'm very horny," he murmurs, low voice to a growl. you gasp, faux violation, running your hands down to his chest and fixing his collar as you say,

"you're always horny," he snorts and you roll your eyes. "but luckily for you, dinner's served, daddy,"

eddie's mouth parts and as you expected, he's roughly pushing your front against the countertop, bending you over with a hand on your shoulder and the other flipping your skirt over. he audibly groans at the sight of your bare, dripping pussy; the slick that shines in the soft skin of your thighs, the blushing folds and the engorged clit of your pretty little sex makes his cock jump.

"christ," he tuts, unbuckling his jeans with one hand. you lean down, forearms on the counter, head tilting to get a better view of him unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, tucking them just below his ass. "mind if i just fuck you now, honey? can't— fuck, can't handle it any longer,"

"'s alright," you lick your lips. "that's why i didn't wear any panties,"

"shit, mama," with a hand down your spine, he's tugging on his thick cock, slapping the shaft between your folds. you gasp, jolting with your abdomen hitting the sides of the countertop. "you're gonna be the death of me,"

he pushes himself in easily, burying himself to hilt with no predicament whatsoever. your moans entwine, your walls being stretched open, cunt snug on his dick that he's gripping on your waist for dear life.

your shirt turns grey with the grime from his skin, the musk of grease and gasoline strong but if you lean closer, there's that boyish smell of his aftershave and your shampoo that he loves so much (says he uses it so it's like you're with him while he's at work).

eddie keeps hitting that spot, hand keeping you pressed against the counter, moans that ricochet with his in the small trailer. he cups his hand beneath your chin, pulling you up. "missed this fucking pussy," he pants. "you were prepared, weren't you, baby? kept your panties off for daddy so he'd bend you anytime he wanted? still as slutty as the first time i met you, honey."

your tight grip on his hair's a vice to his scalp but he loves it, your back on his chest, cock bent as he pistons it inside you. you mewl, his hand coming down to rub your clit in quick circles as your juices rub over his thighs.

he circles his other hand around your neck, gripping you close. your limbs weaken, submitting to him and just lets him have his way with you. eddie doesn't stop his thrusts, not even when the wind begins to leave his lungs; your gummy walls clench on his dick, his balls slapping against your ass, clit throbbing with his cruel rubs.

"fuck, eddie," you tilt your head, open mouth beside his, swallowing his breaths as your eyes slam shut. eddie's half-lidded gaze pierces through your closed eyes, giving you a lazy kiss on your bottom lip. "god– didn't think being away from you for almost seven hours would make me miss you this much."

"just miss?" he taunts, pulling out until the thick head stays inside before he slams himself in with a loud squelch. "not horny? didn't miss my cock, mama?"

"babe– ah, ngh, you know i do," you're breathing heavily, chest heaving the same pace eddie makes; fast and unforgiving. "you know i do. missed your cock– missed your mouth. missed- i missed y-you..."

he knows you're nearing the edge, with the way your words falter and answer him instead with prolonged moans and high-pitched whimpers that renders your mind a puddle that he continues stepping on. your climax blows itself to a bubble, simply waiting to be popped.

"missed you more," eddie kisses your cheekbone. "gonna cum, okay? gonna- gonna fill this pretty princess pussy with my cum, get you all swollen just for daddy, 'kay?"

he places you down on the counter again, tits pressed against your chest, cheek against the cold tile. eddie fucks you faster, your hair in a tie around his hand, his tangled curls fallen down his shoulders as his hair tie hangs by the ends from his incessant thrusting.

you gush on his cock not a minute later, the wet sound heightening its volume when he pushes his spent in deep inside your walls, mixing with yours. eddie keeps himself inside you, flattening down your poor skirt, feeling his cum drip down your thighs and he spreads your ass cheeks apart.

"'m not done with you yet, baby," he leans down, chest crushing you as he kisses your temple. "i've gotta put my tongue to good use. need to fill your cute little holes, yeah?"