#the prompt for this was 'thors new years resolution is to get loki to stop dying'

[lousysharkbutt]

drama queens, both of them

[havenoffandoms]

Frostiron - Making Amends

A/N: A little piece that came to me in an effort to fight writer’s block. My new year’s resolutions include writing more, even if it’s just short pieces. SOOOO, if any of you have any prompts, or ideas you would like to see written down, drop me a DM or an Ask. I write for the following fandoms: MARVEL, SUITS, SUPERNATURAL, THE WITCHER, and also some REAL PERSON FICTION (RPF) and READER INSERTS. No matter the pairing, I’ll try to make it work!

Happy New Year to Everyone. May it bring you happiness, love, wealth, health, inspiration, or whatever else your hearts desire! xx

Pairing: Frostiron, Loki x Tony Stark

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Tony knew he must have fucked up at some point over the past twenty-four hours if the way Loki was avoiding him was anything to go by. No matter how hard he tried to replay every single one of their conversations, he could not conceive why his lover would suddenly ignore him. Loki was pissed. That much was clear. How was Tony so sure, you might ask?

Usually when Loki was mad at him, everyone at Stark Tower knew before Tony did, not because Loki would go out of his way to tell everyone, but rather because the God would take his bad mood out on them first. Tony would always find out that his lover was upset with him through somebody else, generally Pepper, Happy or Thor. This time, it was Thor who came to Tony late at night, and judging by the look on the God of Thunder’s face, Tony had messed up big time.

“Thor, what can I do for you?” Tony asked Thor as soon as he stepped in his lab. The blonde merely stared at him with an unreadable expression plastered on his face, but something Tony saw reflected in his eyes took him by surprise. He did not really know how to describe it.

“I did not come here for pleasantries, my friend. I came here to warn you that if you value your life, you might want to steer clear from Loki for a while.”

Here we go again, Tony thought to himself as he dropped his screwdriver and turned to acknowledge Thor properly.

“What did I do now?”

“It’s not so much what you did than that which you didn’t do that is the problem here. Tell me, could you give me today’s date?”

Tony raised an eyebrow at the request, but he decided to indulge the God of Thunder so he could return to his work and worry about Loki later.

“It’s June 6th, the day which comes after June 5th and before June...”

A horrible realisation hit Tony which stopped him from finishing his sentence. It was nearly 2am on June 6th, which could only mean one thing. He could sense all colour draining from his face and felt momentarily faint. Shit.

“I need to go,” Tony announced before dashing out of his lab, already asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to locate Loki and mentally cursing himself for forgetting their anniversary. Again...

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F.R.I.D.A.Y. told Tony that the God of Mischief had returned to their shared penthouse. Conscious that he had limited time left to live on this earth, Tony ran to meet his lover and thought of the best way to approach Loki and apologise for forgetting their anniversary for the third year in a row. When Tony reached his bedroom door, he took a composing breath before stepping inside. Loki was indeed sitting on the bed, sharpening both his daggers. Although he had undoubtedly heard Tony come in, he made a point not to look at him.

“Are you mad?” Tony asked, wondering if those would be the last words he would ever speak.

“No.”

“So sharpening knives at 2am is just a hobby?”

Suddenly, Loki stopped dead in his tracks and Tony noticed his lover’s entire body tense up. Tony had often thought about how he would die, and being killed by one of his lovers had definitely been on that list somewhere. Tony felt he could have avoided that faith if he had just kept his stupid mouth shut. Loki finally looked up from the knife he had been sharpening and stared at Tony with the iciest glare. Must be the frost giant genes. Tony was grateful that Loki could not read minds.

“What do you want?” Loki asked him, his voice dangerously calm.

“Well correct me if I’m mistaken babe, but I thought this was my bedroom.”

Loki gritted his teeth in annoyance. Tony had always liked danger, and dying at the hands of Loki was kind of romantic. The press would kill for that story.

“Lokes, listen...”

“No, you listen to me, you pathetic cockroach. I don’t know who you think you are, but there are entire civilizations who used to worship my kind as gods. I used to be a prince, and you should be showing me some respect!”

“I know, and I’m sorry but...”

“Sorry is not going to get you out of this, Anthony!”

Tony had the decency to look apologetic during Loki’s little rant. He had no good excuse for forgetting their anniversary again. In fact, he would not be surprised if Loki left him. He would have every right to do so, but it would not hurt Tony any less.

“I know it won’t. And you’re right, you deserve to be worshipped. I don’t deserve someone like you. I was selfish and dismissive. Anyone would be lucky to have you, and I should’ve appreciated you when I had the chance.”

Loki looked confused for a split second before raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

“What are you saying?”

“Well, you’re going to leave me, aren’t you?”

That seemed to take Loki entirely by surprise, and the last reaction Tony had expected was for Loki to walk over to him and punch him square in the shoulder.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?” Tony asked, holding his shoulder in pain and shooting an indignant look at his lover.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Stark. You still owe me for forgetting our anniversary and this time you’ll have to think of something more original than dinner at the city’s most expensive restaurant.” Loki crossed his arms before his chest and looked down at Tony with that haughty and spoilt expression that everyone else hated. What else had he expected getting invovled with a prince?

“How about the most expensive restaurant in the world?” Tony said teasingly, and had he not wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck, he was sure that the raven-haired god would have hit him in the shoulder again. Instead, Loki glared at him with those piercing blue eyes that Tony could happily drown in given the chance. “Fine, I’ll think of something else. I promise you it’ll be worth your while.”

Loki seemed satisfied by Tony’s promise if the way he rested his hands on Tony’s hips and pulled him closer in a forgiving kiss was any indication. Tony smiled against his lover’s lips as he tightened his embrace and intensified their kiss. He was sure that he had found the perfect way to make it up to Loki. He would have to remember to speak to Thor about Asgardian proposal customs.

END

[the-irish-mayhem]

Day 1: Jane and Thor as Parents Happy Fosterson Week! I am JAZZED and ready to go. Thor 3 AU-ish type fic. Knowledge of Thor 3 is probably helpful for context, but not required. Assumes Jane and Thor have been together since 2013 (post-TDW), and Thor has been back and forth from Midgard after Age of Ultron.

The mysterious, apparently Asgardian, scrapper blew the flame out on her drink and tipped it back. From behind the lasers, almost hidden by her gauntlet but still unmistakable, the dark bronze tattoo on her brown skin was a familiar design.

“My god, you’re a Valkyrie,” Thor breathed.

She slammed her bottle down against the bar, and Thor suspected he only had a few moments before she either left or shocked him again just for fun.

He continued, “I used to want to be a Valkyrie when I was younger. My wife and I named our daughter after you.”

That seemed to pique her attention, even if just for a moment as she crossed to the opposite bar.

“Well, I suppose not you since I don’t know your name, but we named her Valkyrie. Val. I hope she gets her mother’s brains. She’s certainly starting to get my brawn. She’s still young yet, but I--” Jane always teased him that once he got to talking about Val, he could never stop.

The scrapper hadn’t left yet, so he had hope that he might yet reach her.

But before he could truly plead his case, a loud voice shouted, “Lord of Thunder, you’re up!”

“Please,” he said. “Help me. I need your help.”

“Bye,” she replied, taking her purchase and turning away from him, the absolute picture of brusque uncaring.

A jet of fury shot through him. “Fine,” he spit, “then you must be a traitor or a coward because the Valkyrie is sworn to protect the throne.”

That froze her. She turned swiftly on heel and stalked up to the barrier. “Listen closely, your majesty,” she said, “This is Sakaar, not Asgard. And I’m a scrapper, not a Valkyrie.”

One of the mercenaries grabbed at his arm. Taking too long for them, apparently, so he threw a punch and was swiftly taken down by the implant in his neck.

She added, “It’s a shame about your daughter, but no one escapes this place. You’re going to die anyway. Make your peace with it.”

It was difficult to say that the day was won when Asgard was destroyed. Burned right off the face of the galaxy. At least he’d managed to save some of his people, and he had a strong team of allies at his side. (Well, he still wasn’t sure how to qualify Loki, but if his brother was on his side for now, he would take it.)

They arrived in Midgard space with little fanfare. The old ship could almost resemble something of Earth’s creation with how ancient it was compared to more modern space-faring vessels, so he wouldn’t be able to simply enter the atmosphere without a care in the world. Earth weapons could probably do damage, and he refused to lose anymore people.

“We’re going to need official permission to land,” Thor said. “But before that--” he looked to Heimdall. “Can you send me to them?”

Heimdall’s ancient amber eyes crinkled in a smile. “Yes.”

Val scooped a handful of sand onto Darcy’s hand as Jane half-worked from her data station nearby.

“I’m going to bury you!” declared Val, her vocabulary and diction far beyond that of an ordinary toddler.

Darcy poked her in the cheek with the yet-unburied hand, prompting a fit of giggles. “Well then, you better get going before your mom finishes her science stuff over there.”

Jane was only half worried about scorpions or snakes or other such things one should probably worry about when she brought her kid out with her in the New Mexico desert, but with Thor’s near-invulnerability, Val wasn’t the one she had to be concerned for.

“Val, honey, just make sure--”

She was nearly startled out of her skin by the sight of the Bifrost opening about ten yards from when Val had abandoned her burial project.

The rainbow bridge hadn’t yet cleared, but Val knew exactly what it meant. “Daddy!” she screeched, pushing herself onto her feet and running as fast and with as much coordination as her two-year old legs could manage.

Jane wasn’t far behind her daughter as she stepped out from behind her work unit, abandoning the data she’d been looking at without a second thought.

The bridge disappeared and the dust settled, and revealed Thor. He took several steps to meet Val’s course, swooping her up in his arms to a chorus of excited squeals.

“Oh, my darling girl, I’ve missed you so,” he murmured, holding his daughter close.

Jane nearly stumbled to a halt at the edge of the Bifrost ring.

“What happened to your hair?” probably shouldn’t have been the first thing out of her mouth when she hadn’t seen her husband in six long months, but there it was.

It was unmistakably him, but with short, cropped hair, different armor, and-- “Oh my god, and what happened to your eye?”

Jane was solidly 0 for 2 on good, loving greetings but she sent her husband off with two eyes and a full head of hair and he had returned with neither.

Val immediately started peppering him with questions, not completely unlike Jane’s own. “Where’s your hair? Why are you wearing an eyepatch? Where’s your big cape? Where did you go? Did someone cut your hair? Did you do it? I’m so happy you’re home--”

“Yes, my love, I will tell you all about it in a moment. Can I greet your lovely mum first?”

Val nodded resolutely. “Yes. She missed you a lot. Almost as much as me.”

“Oh, almost?” he replied with a quirked brow, and met Jane’s eyes over Val’s head.

Jane’s joy at seeing him was momentarily tempered by the look in his eye. She could see how much effort it was taking him to put on a brave face for Val, and Jane quietly suspected she wouldn’t be getting the full story either until much later.

Thor placed Val down, if a bit reluctantly (on both parts).

Darcy seemed to read the mood perfectly because she said, “Hey little hurricane,” to Val, gesturing with her hand, “come over here and help me start putting away your mom’s stuff so we can go home with your dad, huh?”

“Okay!” Despite being an advanced toddler, she was still a toddler, and Jane would take advantage of her daughter’s diverted attention for as long as possible.

Thor nearly fell into her, burying his face in her shoulder. She could feel his exhaustion and sorrow, and hoped that her arms around him could offer him some amount of peace. She threaded a hand through his cropped hair, scraping along the back of his scalp in motions she knew he found soothing.

He trembled against her, so very slightly, and Jane had to physically bite her tongue to keep from asking, What in God’s named happened to you?

“Mjolnir was destroyed,” he said into her neck, “My father is dead. Loki is alive. I had a long-lost sister who tore out my eye. Asgard is gone. The last of my people are aboard a ship orbiting the planet.”

Every piece of information felt cataclysmic in the relatively stable world they’d built for themselves in the past five years. Jane just breathed, held back her questions, and held him tighter.

“I know you have questions,” he said, still not pulling away from her. “And I will tell you everything, I just... I need to hold you.”

“It’s okay,” she soothed.

They stayed that way for a few more moments, but they knew they didn’t have forever.

Jane didn’t let go until Thor did, and when he pulled back, she could see that his strength was back in place, masking the hurt she knew was lying right beneath the surface. God, she loved him.

“So what do you think of the new look?” he asked teasingly, and she nearly cried.

She loved him so much.

“I think I can get used to it.”

They weren’t done, not by a long shot. She imagined there would be a lot of administration he’d have to handle trying to relocate the Asgardian refugees, and she’d need to fill him in on the Avengers drama over the Sokovia Accords, and--

There was just so much.

But at least he was home.

[kitchenwitchsuperwhovian]

We’re All a Little Mad Here

Pairings/Characters: Loki x Reader, Mr. Gold, Captain Hook, Prince Charming, Jefferson/Mad Hatter, Steve, Tony, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Thor, Natasha x Bucky mentions

Summary: Loki is surprised by the reader and what a surprise it is.

Prompts:  The TV Show Once Upon a Time and the Marvel character Loki.

Word Count: 5,231

Warnings: Nipple play, ice play (maybe?), bareback sex (it’s fiction people: Wrap it before you tap it.), shapeshifting, & marking the skin.

A/N: This is for @angryschnauzer and @feelmyroarrrr #FallForYou challenge. Hope you lovelies like my little spin on a somewhat classic fairytale. I know that I’m a bit late because life sucks sometimes so thank you for waiting so patiently. I did change some of the Marvel storylines to fit my story so any mistakes, I claim freely as mine. Thanks to my grammar beta, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid.

*All Gif’s/Images used are not mine*

“Natasha, you grab the drinks and popcorn and I’ll start the que. Extra butter please.” Y/N shouted as she got comfortable on her beige couch.

“Yea yea yea, you heathen! Extra butter for you and cinnamon sugar for me. So, what episode are we on now?” Nat asked while noisily munching on her snack.

Y/N shot her a dirty look and smirked when Nat gave her the cross eyes while shaking her head back and forth. “Your favorite. How Jefferson became the Mad Hatter…” A faint blush rises on Natasha’s cheeks as Y/N snorts in glee.

Natasha gives her the stink eye and pushes her lightly in jest. “I never should have told you I think he looks like a younger, sexier Bucky. I’m never gonna live this down, am I?” Nat smiles widely as Y/N shakes her head no and continues to chuckle softly.

With the back to back missions lately, finding time to unwind with her fellow Avengers has been scarce. After a mission gone bad two years ago, Nat and Y/N became as thick as thieves, lending each other the support needed to come back to a small semblance of the new normal. Nat watches Y/N out the corner of her eye critically and her rapid-fire thoughts make a quick connection. Now to be subtle and ease the confession out of Y/N is the tricky part. She’s almost as good at keeping secrets as Fury and her.

“I have an idea. Why don’t we play the shots game with Once Upon a Time? F.R.I.D.A.Y. can record the rules and let us know when to take a shot or do a dare or truth or something. Like every time Gold says “dearie” or Snow gives a hug and so on. Come on, Y/N. We deserve to let loose after the shit we’ve seen in the last few weeks. PLEASE!” Natasha begs as she crawls over Y/N’s legs and pouts in her face using her best puppy dog eyes.

“FINE! But none of that nasty ass tequila. Tony still won’t let me use the pool by myself after last time….” She mumbles as Nat squeals and heads for her private stash of vodka. Y/N is in awe as she sees her remove a back panel of the freezer to pull out her almost full bottle of Diva Vodka that Tony lost to her in their last game of poker.

“Been saving this for just the right occasion. Tonight sounds good. Tony really knows his alcohol…” Nat murmurs as she sips the deliciously crisp vodka with a satisfied smirk on her ruby red lips.

Y/N eyes the shot glass like it’s going to jump up and bite her. She hesitantly downs the shot and comes back up gasping for air at the wicked burn the alcohol has going down her throat.

“Fuck Nat! Warn a bitch why don’t you? I really don’t want to know how much this costs do I?” Y/N wheezes as Nat sends a saucy wink her way.

“Nope. Just know that Tony never does anything by halves, alcohol especially. So let’s get started.”

As both women laugh while they make a standard set of rules, the men of the Avengers are back from a grueling mission. Mostly scratches and battered, war-torn suits but luckily the men walk away with no major injuries.

“Debrief and then take the rest of the week off guys, no missions pending of course. Thanks for the assist Thor and Loki.” Steve thanks them as he and Bucky discuss seeing a ball game tomorrow instead of staying in. Tony is helping Bruce to his quarters so he can de-stress from Hulking out for most of the mission which leaves Loki and Thor with no immediate plans.

“I think that a certain female would like your company brother.” Thor laughs while heartily patting Loki’s shoulder hard as Loki throws him a glare and a grimace.

“No idea what you mean. And take a shower. You smell like burnt wiring.” Loki huffs as Thor laughs at his poor mis-direction.

“I do believe the fair Natasha and Y/N are engaged in a... oh yes…. A binge in the entertainment room.” Thor suggests kindly as a brief flash of green sparks in Loki’s otherwise emotionless face.

“Brother, a word of advice, if I may?” Thor asks softly.

Loki sighs in resignation and faces Thor, standing resolutely still in a closed off position.

“As if I could stop you. Go on, Oh Great and Wise King.” Loki snarks as Thor waits patiently for some sign that Loki is open to what he has to say. Once he sees a slight softening of his posture and his eyes express his inquisitive nature does Thor impart his thoughts.

“Waiting too long and keeping secrets leads nowhere. Look at Father. Tell her how you feel before it’s too late. Or she may find another...I believe the Captain said that he admired her greatly the other day…” Thor states boldly as he sauntered out of the room, leaving Loki to ponder his words carefully.

“She would never be interested in someone like the good Captain Rogers. His is too by the book. She takes risks all the time. Well-calculated but risks just the same. She needs someone to fuel her passions as well as her mind and Rogers is a dullard in comparison to her wit and beauty.” Loki mumbles as he slowly proceeds to his debriefing.

After a quick shower and change of attire, Loki makes his way towards the entertainment room only to come to attention at Y/N’s shout, “NATASHA!”

With daggers is both hands, fingers gripped tightly to control his anger and magic, Loki stalks towards the slightly ajar door to be faced with the most unusual sight he’s ever seen. And he’s thousands of years old.

Natasha is standing in front of the viewing screen making kissing faces at the face of a man who looks suspiciously like a younger Barnes while Y/N cackles from the couch, steadily counting down to one.

“Three...Two...One! No more making out with Jefferson. I know he looks as fuckable as Barnes, Tash, but the amount of tongue you just used has me wondering just how cozy you and Winter have been lately….” Y/N pouts as Natasha takes a shot and plops down onto the couch with a silent sigh.

“Fine, I’ll tell you but you gotta swear on your collection of Howlies comics to never repeat what I tell you or I’ll burn them in Tony’s fireplace.” Nat whispers as Y/N’s face suddenly becomes serious. She takes a couple of moments to study her friend who has suddenly gone quiet and contemplative over her empty shot glass.

“Deal now what's going on in that spider-brain of yours?” Y/N whispers back as she gets comfortable in her mound of stolen pillows.

“James has been having frequent nightmares for the last few months with the upsurge of Hydra takedown missions. A lot of it is just memories of the torture he was inflicted but a couple times have been where the team was the people he killed. He sleeps better with a warm body by him at night to whisper things like what year it is, where he is, his full name and birthdate. Then he has someone to ground him in this reality.”

“Some nights he just needs a release, like something or someone to wear him out enough to get some solid sleep. So two months ago, we kinda hooked up. And they do not lie about super stamina!” Nat laughs at Y/N’s wide eyed stare.

“Details woman! I need details! Size, shape, favorite move, all of it girl!” Y/N squeals as she hugs Nat tight.  As she fills Y/N about the nitty gritty details about her and James, Natasha spies a certain God standing still in the doorway, taking in everything Y/N is doing. She has enough sobriety in her system to catalogue his reaction to Y/N’s more than oblivious nature.

“So while we’re talking about attractions and likes, anyone catch your eye?” Nat smirks as Y/N drunkenly tries to pour another shot. Some spills on the table and in a surprising move, she swipes up the liquid with her tongue and smacks her lips in satisfaction. Y/N fails to hear the low groan of hunger from the doorway as Nat laughs at her friends drunken antics.

“Well, Hook is hot cause ya’ know, badass and all. Charming is okay for like the one night stand. So is Jefferson to be honest but I think I’d rather bang Gold. Just imagine the experience the man has plus the accent combines with his magic, fuck I could come just from his dirty talk alone.” Y/N sighs as she looks at Tasha through hazy eyes.

“Oh sweetie, I meant the real world, you know like Sam or Cap or Tony. Why the men from the show though?” Nat asks honestly as Y/N takes a moment to collect her scattered thoughts. Dark smiles and lingering gazing float heavily in her mind as with a sigh, Y/N hugs a pillow tight to her chest as she feels the tears start to gather in her eyes.

“You know how everyone says that they’ve been in love, Nat. Even Tony, the…..how did he put it? Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. I’ve never been in love and no one has loved me either. Family love is different than romantic love. Who wants to be with a woman who can do what I do, Nat? I’ve always been on the sidelines looking out at the world as the world around me falls in love. Hell, Cap experienced love before the ice so that means I have a chance though, right?” Y/N whispers with a choked hiccup, as she valiantly tries to suppress the deep sadness her disclosure revealed.

“Sorry for the sudden pity party Tash. I just needed to get it out into the Aether so I can move on. Who knew a woman of my age still dreamt of her own Prince Charming? I think it’s time for bed for me though. Stay and finish the episode and keep taking care of James. I know you both need each other more than you let on. Goodnight sestra.” Y/N kisses the top of her friends head and walks quietly back to her room with a melancholic air. She just misses the slight flash of green of Loki’s magic as he makes himself disappear. She also doesn’t acknowledge Tony or Sam as they pass her in greeting and both look to Loki with questions he cannot answer.

A few days pass and things seems to get back to normal. Y/N keeps up the cheerful face her friends have come to expect from her but a pair of somber forest-like eyes watch as cracks appear in her facade which none but he and the widow catch. Nat corners Loki later in the library and confronts him on his feeling for Y/N. Once she judged him sincere, they plot of a way to show Y/N how appreciated she really is.

Y/N is laying facedown on her queen size bed, pillows strewn haphazardly around her frame, covers bunched over her cold feet to ward off the sudden chill in the air. When she notices a puff of white breath escape her lips, she rolls her eyes and shouts for Loki to enter. He laughs low and mischievously and it resonates through Y/N’s frame like a lust-filled fog.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, oh God of Mischief and Revelry?” Y/N snarks as his grin grows slightly wolfish.

“Do I need an excuse to see such a beauty as yourself, oh sweet princess of my heart.” Loki states softly as he stands near the head of her bed, looking at hY/N expectantly with his hands crossed over his heart and his lashes flutter like a cartoon princess.

A soft blush graces her cheeks as she scoots over to allow room for his lithe form.

“Join me in the clouds, Prince Loki. It will be an experience you shall never forget.” Y/N coos as she gives him a sultry pout. His sudden bark of laughter has a spark of glee flashing in Y/E/C eyes.

“Seriously, park it oh great and powerful God. I want snuggles and your body has a nice chill I like to cuddle with. Don’t tell Tash or she’ll mess with my thermostat again. A whole month of near freezing temperatures is cold enough for me….” Y/N whispers as she resettles the pillows around her head.

Loki removes his green leather cover and unfastens his weapons belt to gently lay them both on her black recliner. Another moment has his shoes kicked under the bed and his shirt unbuttoned and falling to the floor with a soft thud. Y/N barely bites back the moan at the sight of his unblemished skin but something catches her eye. A deep scar appears on his torso but the next second, is winked out in favor of smooth skin.

As Y/N continues to stare at Loki’s chest, he begins to fidget and squirm under her intense scrutiny. He is stunned when she quickly rises to sit at the edge of the bed, firmly grabbing his sides and places his form directly in front of her panting lips. She licks her lips slowly in concentration and the low growl he emits shocks her out of her focused inquiry.

“Loki, is this an illusion?” She whispers while trying to read the truth in his eyes. By the darkening of his pupils and his sharp intake of air, a moment of stillness takes over the once over-loud room.

He coughs a little to clear his throat and croaks out, “Everything can be an illusion with the right mindset.” He watches on in fascination as she seems to sweep away his illusion to reveal bits of his Jotun form. He growls low in warning as she edges closer to his natural state. His illusion is completely shattered by her actions as she gently places a kiss to the deepest of the scars and murmurs a low hum of sorry’s that have tears falling from both their eyes. His in shame and fear and hers in sorrow and pain for the tortures he had to have faced to garner such scars.

A quick knock on her door has both jumping apart in guilt as Y/N yells a watery, “Come in.”

Steve pokes his head around the corner of her door with a sheepish grin. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything but have you seen Buck and Nat? We’re supposed to have a TV marathon of one of the shows on my list and I’ve looked everywhere.”

At Loki’s snort and Y/N’s giggle, Steve looks them in the eye and tries to use his best “dad voice” to get some answers.

“Sorry, Steve but I think that you’re shit out of luck on this one. Ask Sam and Wanda to watch with you since Tony, Thor, and Vision went out earlier.”

With one last questioning look, Steve huffs out the door, kinda pissed his so called friends decided to ditch him. As the door clicks shut once more, bothe occupants burst into maniacal laughter at their truly clueless friend.

“You would think one in such an advanced age might catch on to the fact his two best friends have hooked up would cross his mind but he really is that clueless…” Loki mutters as Y/N takes in his relaxed demeanor. She gently takes his hand and pulls him to sit next to her on the bed. They both take a moment to relish the comfortable silence as peace settles over their minds.

“How did you see? Not even Thor can see through the elaborate illusions I create. Fools him every time, the dolt.” Loki asks in honest curiosity.

“It’s a part of my unique ability. I can see to the heart or the truth of a matter, if I concentrate enough that is. I’m an emotional empath on a good day but wading through so many emotions constantly clouds the pathways. I guess it was the right time to see the unseen. Are you mad?” Y/N asks softly as she nervously fiddles with her fingers in the blankets.

“Mad, no. In awe, yes. You have no idea how much I need someone to see. Not just the illusion but to see the real me and not cower in fear or to rise in anger to battle.” Loki whispers as he gently takes her twitching finger and places them in his hands calmly. He clears his throat and asks in trepidation, “Do you wish to see it all? My true form. I must warn you, it is quite a shock.”

“If I can handle a naked Bruce after a Hulk-out, I can pretty much handle anything.” Y/N states proudly as she squeezes his hands in reassurance.

With a flurry of green flashes, Loki’s Jotun form pops into existence. Where once pale skin and forest-green eyes was, a sky blue of swirls and scars shadows a sullen and wounded crimson eyes of red. A subtle flinch is the only reaction he has as she gently traces the patterns across his cheeks and brow. At a nearly silent sniffle, Loki meets her teary eyes and she whispers it’s okay as he clings to her trembling frame.

A harsh bark of laughter proceeds the psychological breaking of the dam of Loki’s emotions that is released in the arms of an understand Y/N. As she gently coos nonsensical words while rubbing calming circles in his war-torn skin, Loki feels a feather-light touch in his heart as a glow of warmth fans into an ember of peace. The ember flames into a warmth that he has not felt since he was in Frigga’s last gentle embrace. The rush of emotions leaves Loki weak and tired so Y/N gently lays him in her bed and makes to leave so that he may rest.

“Stay, love. I need...well…” Loki trails off as his illusion gradually returns him to his former state. However the lingering look of pain, panic, shame, and fear in his emerald eyes have Y/N pulling back the covers and snuggling in close to his slightly chilled chest. With a sigh of acceptance, they both drift off to sleep, dreaming of each other.

The perception of a cool breeze across her neck has Y/N stretching into the sensation. As the breeze descends her body, gooseflesh rise in reaction across her flesh.  Her nipples pebble as she moans in sweetest of agony when the breeze seems to swirl and suck as a lilting male voice whispers from her dreams.

“Open your eyes, Y/N. Dreams are meant to be made into reality.” Loki whispers across her chest as the chilling sensation ebbs and swirls around her neck like a gentle kiss.

Y/N gradually opens her sleepy eyes to see a smirking God lingering over her scantily clad chest.

She watches in fascination as a cloud of cold air escapes his sinful lips to twirl and twist around her beaded nipple. A low moan escapes as Y/N arches into the phantom lover. “Loki, please.” She begs as the wind gets harsher and colder. Just as she’s on the razor’s edge of ecstasy, the mist disappears as if it never was.

Y/N’s harsh panting has a smug grin forming on Loki’s lips as she tries to collect her thoughts in order. They scatter like the wind as Loki gracefully slides his slender fingers along the bottom of her lace bralette, looking in her eyes for permission to continue. At her shallow nod, his grin turns wicked as he tears it in two and descends on her breasts like a man starved. He manages to nip and lick at every sensitive spot except the beaded pearls throbbing for his touch.

A pained groan of denied pleasure has Loki chuckling darkly across her sensitive flesh. “Did you wish for something, my dear? Or is it someone you wish for?” He whispers as he suddenly changes into Prince Charming.

“Do you wish for a noble knight to take you to heights of pleasure you’ve only dreamt about?” he whispers as he lightly pinches her left nipple.

“Or do you wish for man to make you mad with desire?” As Loki morphs into Mad Hatter, dark kohl-lined eyes and all as he harshly nips and licks the throbbing tips.

“Or do you wish to be taken over and over again until nothing but the sea can calm you?” Loki whispers as with a flourish of green mist, Hook appears with a realistically sharp hook on his left hand. Y/N watches in equal parts fear and fascination as he takes the tip and gently rakes it across her sensitive tip, grinning in approval at the lusty moans Y/N tries to suppress.

“Or would you rather have a Dark Lord magically make every wish come true, dearie?” Loki pants as his features transform into Gold, wicked grin and all. “Do you wish for magic hands or teeth, my dear?” He asks in his gravel-laden accent as phantom hands play with her over-stimulated breasts while sharp teeth nip and bite her painfully hard nipples.

“Hmmm, dearie. What will it be: A Prince, a Madman, a Pirate, or Me? Choose wisely for magic always comes with a price…” Gold whispers into her ear as everything suddenly fades into silence. Y/N takes a deep breath and looks at the illusion of a forgotten fantasy as soon as her Dark God appeared next to the God of Thunder all those years ago.

“I choose you. The God of Mischief and Revelry, Loki Laufeyson Odinson. All parts of you, Jotun included love.” Y/N whispers as she hangs all her hopes and future dreams on the one being with the ability to crush her into dust, if he so chose.

All of the illusions fade away to reveal the crimson orbs of her love, silent tears falling down his beautiful sky-colored face. In a voice choked with emotion, his whispered plea reaches her ears on a breath of chilled air. “Again, my love. Say it again.”

“I.” *kiss* “Love.” *kiss*  “You.” *kiss* “Loki.” *kiss*  “Only you.” Y/N murmurs softly against his tear-stained cheeks, ending with a soft press of lips and a sigh of relief.

The kiss quickly turns hungry as Y/N moans at the chilled relief to her pleasantly tortured nipples. Loki uses his magic to make all of their clothing disappear. At the insistent throbbing of her core, she surprises Loki by rolling them until she is riding his thick, muscled thigh. The delicious friction of his flexing thigh has Y/N panting as she glides her wet, swollen lips over his muscles, straining for the release she was denied with Loki’s earlier teasing.

“Pet, slow down. We have eternity to seek these pleasures. Let me show you how to be worshiped by a God.” Loki pants as Y/N’s slick leaves a trail up and down his thigh, her leg occasionally brushing his shaft. Her mewls of need cause the rise of his magic to ebb and flow around her tender and aching bud in a swirl of suction. Y/N’s eyes go wide before they roll back into her head and she screams his name to the heavens in release. Her fluids run free down his thigh and pool under him while she shivers and shakes.

She slumps onto his ridged form and attempts to even her breathing. Y/N absentmindedly is tracing circles and swirls around his sensitive nipples and with a sharp flick of a nail, she grazes the tip. A stuttered moan from Loki has Y/N looking at him in a haze of lust. A truly sinful smile graces her features as she rises above him to rest her mound on his torso. A slow roll of her hips as she braces her hands on his shoulders has his eyes crossing in pleasure and Y/N chuckles darkly over his lips.

“Ready for more, my Dark God?” She pants as she grinds on his shaft, her juices coating his painfully hard cock.

“Are you, Y/N?” Loki breathes across her lips as he suddenly grasps her sides with his nimble fingers and glides them across her dewy skin.  She moans quietly as his hands and magic work in tandem across her back and ass while he sucks a dark mark upon the delicate curve of her neck.

“Loki.” She moans and he helps her grind across his aroused flesh by grabbing fistfulls of her ass and directing her motions. A drop of precum oozes from his shaft and his mind is suddenly overrun with filling her with his seed. Y/N feels his shaft throbbing and with every slow grind across her clit, the waves of her arousal threaten to break.

“Loki, more please. I need you...oh” Y/N cries out as a tendril of his magic pulses within her depths. As he sucks and bites at her nipples, his magic thrusts gently into her sheath with a life-like intensity that sends her senses reeling.

“Fuck, oh, Loki, I, oh…” Y/N moans as his magic sends tendrils of icy waves to caress her g-spot with an insistent rhythm. With a choked cry and tears of joy streaming down her face, Y/N’s cunt spasms uncontrollably as her second orgasm breaks and her vision goes white. When she comes back to herself, she is lying on the bed with Loki’s face poised above her clit. With a gentle puff of air across her clit, Y/N whimpers as the over-sensitive bud throbs in time with her erratic heartbeat.

“Welcome back love. Ready for more?” He whispers as he adjusts his position and his shafts glides smoothly across her slick covered lips, flushed red and pulsating in need. She lazily drapes her arms around his neck and gently guides his lips to hers as she whispers her wish.

“Make me yours, my Dark God.”

Y/N has no time to brace herself as Loki takes his shaft in hand and guides it slowly into her quivering sheath. Once his hips rest flush against Y/N’s, they both take a moment to relish the closeness of being joined as one. Y/N looks into his eyes and watches as a spark of magic swallows the pupils while they darken to a midnight sky, Loki pulls his shaft out till only the tip is resting inside Y/N. He waits a heartbeat, waiting for a sign from Y/N’s body that she is ready for him.

When she squirms and tries to lower onto his shaft, he grins wickedly and licks his suddenly dry lips. “Loki.” Y/N whines and the air leaves her in a rush as he grips her legs and spreads them as wide as they can go while gently pushing them out till she is white knuckled and gripping her knees tight to her chest.

“Hold on, love.” Is Y/N’s only warning before Loki begins a punishing pace of thrust and retreat. The very air is lost to Y/N as each stroke fuels the raging fire and passion that is Loki. All the while, his lips hover over her ear, crooning filthy words of lust and desire.

“I'm going to fuck this pussy so hard that you won’t be able to walk for a week. Look at this cunt taking me so well. Can’t wait til you strangle my dick as you cum from my voice alone. You’re just a slut for my cum, aren’t you pet?  Do you want that, Y/N? To be my little cum slut? Want me to cum in you all night and day, only stopping to sleep. I want to cum so hard Y/N that my cum will leak from you for hours after I’m done with you. I’m going to cum in this pretty little pussy. You’d like that, wouldn't you pet? Your hungry little sheath milking me dry, waiting for my seed to take root. Will you let me take you, anywhere, anytime, just a receptacle for my cum until your belly is nice and round with my child?”

At the image of being pregnant with Loki’s child settles in her mind, Y/N screams her release into the room, Loki’s pleasured grunt echoing shortly after as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. She feels a foreign pressure below as her cunt flutters with her ongoing climax. Loki looks her in the eyes and when he has her full attention, he slowly licks her nipple and sucks it into his warm mouth. Her eyes widen in arousal and a tiny bit of fear as he suctions hard and nips the aching bud between his teeth. At the exquisite pain, her sheath clamps down once and Y/N’s entire body bows hard as a sudden rush of liquid gushes around his shaft. The pressure sends her senses into overdrive and without a break in its intensity, Y/N is rendered unconscious.

“Y/N!” Loki shouts into her chest as his neck strains and his back bows hard while his shaft pulses warmly within her clenching walls. He collapses ungracefully onto her unconscious form as his cock continues to spasm and jerk with his prolonged release. He lets out a ragged sigh as the pulsing of her walls slows to a gentle throb which caresses one final pulse of cum from his sensitive cock.

Loki lifts his head to ask Y/N a question and is startled to see her snoring softly with a blissed out expression on her face. He gently moves around a little so that she is not crushed under his weight without removing his cock from her depths and settles in to sleep. He likes feeling connected to her and when they wake, they can work out where they wish to go from here. All he knows is that without her understanding and loving nature, he might as well be as Mad as a Hatter.

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[peaches1958]

Too cute

drama queens, both of them

[spacefloosie]

#the prompt for this was 'thors new years resolution is to get loki to stop dying'#its gonna be a long year

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drama queens, both of them