#thor is probably just scared to ask

[veltana]

Breaking point

✦ Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~2,5k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Dub-con (proceed with caution if this might trigger you), pwp, smut and a bit of fluff at the end, possessive/protective!bucky, degredation (slut, fuck doll, cum-bucket), grinding, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, pet name (sweetheart).

✦ Summary: Bucky is done with you going out with losers.

✦ Note: This used to be called I will kill them if they touch you but I never liked that title so I renamed it! Also, you guys didn't know what you were voting for, but it was the banner for this story! Please reblog and comment! Asks are always welcome 💚

Masterlist | AO3

"Please don't scare this one away as you did last time," you beg and look at Bucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He makes a face where he's leaning against the door frame behind you and then sighs when you give him a look. "He wasn't worth shit if he didn't wanna fight for you," he points out.

Now it's your turn to sigh and you cross your arms, glaring at him. "He isn't supposed to fight for me on a first date. We're supposed to have a good time and hopefully fuck." Bucky's mouth hardens, and he looks away. He doesn’t like that, at all.

Ever since you became roommates he's been very protective of you, helping you with the smallest things, driving you everywhere you need to go, even if you can drive yourself. Sometimes it's overbearing but most of the time it's nice to have someone care for you like that.

Unfortunately, recently he's picked up a habit of intimidating the people you go on dates with. He stands behind you when they come to pick you up, and his large frame and cold stare make many of them cower. A few have turned around right away, others have asked if that's your boyfriend or something, thinking it was some type of open relationship/cuckold situation.

"Don't say shit like that," Bucky says through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna think about you fucking other people." You can't help the teasing smile that cracks your face. "Makes you jealous?" With a huff, Bucky pushes off and leaves you to continue.

Two hours later your makeup is done and your hair fixed to perfection. You sit on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, with a glass of wine, waiting until the last minute to put on the skin-tight dress. While scrolling on your phone, Bucky sits beside you with a beer. "So where's the loser taking you?" "Don't care,” you shrug. “Honestly, my priority tonight is to get laid. The previous ones were a little too… bland. But he seems promising." "What do you mean, bland?"

Putting your phone down you look at him, "You don't wanna hear this anyway, you'll just get mad," you point out. "I don't get mad," he defends. "Pfff, you're such a liar, I can see it in your eyes whenever I mention another guy." "Because you deserve the best and all I've seen is trash."

Irritated, you put your glass down too. "Why don't you pick for me then? Who would James Bucky Barnes deem worthy of fucking me?"

The grip on his beer is so hard his knuckles whiten and his lips are a thin line. When he doesn't answer you lean back and start to count people off.

"Well, Steve seems a bit too sweet for my taste but I mean I would not mind trying a slice of that all-American beefcake," you muse. "Sam is so charming and funny! That quick tongue would probably work wonders, if you know what I mean," you wink and watch as Bucky's eye twitch, his jaw clenched hard.

"Tony," you continue. "Well, he seems a little self-absorbed but maybe he's a really selfless lover. Won't hurt to check!" "Loki is so handsome," you bite your lip. "I would surrender my body to him in a heartbeat! But I've heard that he leaves people high and dry and that would be awful."

Tilting your head, you say, "Do you think Thor and Jane would be up for a threesome? I can just imagine eating her out while he fucks me from behind and then we could-"

With a slam he puts the bottle on the table and grabs your face with his hand forcefully, silencing your tirade of words and squeezing your cheeks so that your lips pucker.

The grip is close to bruising and it's an instant pull in your lower stomach. His eyes are black with anger, something you've never seen directed at you before. "No one," he hisses. "Not one of them is fucking you, I will kill them if they touch you."

His hand releases you and grabs your neck instead. You're shocked, and instantly so horny it hurts. Opening your mouth to speak he squeezes harder, making a wheezing sound come out.

"I'll give you a chance to stop this. Tell me right now you don't want this and we'll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I'm fucking you into this couch until you can't remember your goddamn name." When he finishes his grip lightens. The rush of blood makes you euphoric and boneless. You want to give yourself to him, let him do whatever he wants. "Fuck me," you whisper.

The kiss is more teeth than lips and the hold around your throat hardens again. You try to keep up with him but it's impossible as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch, making you lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. You gasp for air as he pulls away, releasing you. His gaze is brimming with lust and want now, all signs of anger gone. Then he pushes you down onto the couch.

"You're a kinky little slut, aren't you sweetheart?" he mocks and leans in over you, spreading your legs with his. All you can do is nod and try to wiggle close so you can press your center against his clothed cock. It's clearly outlined in his sweatpants and you hope it's as big as it seems. "If I put my hand down your pants, are you gonna be wet for me?" "Yes Bucky," you whine.

The throbbing is almost unbearable and his smirk is downright sinful. "Come on, rub yourself on me, show me how much you want it." With another whine, you brace yourself against the couch and lift your hips. He doesn't move a muscle to help as you struggle to find the right position.

"That's disappointing," Bucky smacks his lips and frowns. "Thought you wanted this." "I do Bucky, I do, please I'm trying," you tell him desperately. With effort, you get into a good enough position to grind your cunt on his cock through the layers of clothing. It's not nearly enough to curb the ache.

"Useless," Bucky sighs and grabs your legs. "Do I have to do everything?" He pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you in half and pushing his cock right into your core.

"Sorry," you moan. His mean words have only made you needier and you move yourself against him with abandon. Bucky is motionless above you, not making a sound or saying a word, just staring at you chasing your high. Your movements turn unsteady when you start to come close.

If you were of sound mind you would notice the glint in his eyes but instead, you’re barreling towards your climax. Until he suddenly moves away.

Gawking you stare at him and he just smiles wickedly in return. "Take off your clothes, spread your legs" he instructs and you quickly pull your pants off and discard your t-shirt and underwear, spreading your legs as best you can on the couch. Bucky takes in your bare body, moving his hands slowly down your thighs until his palms frame your pussy.

"Fucking shaved for him too,” he notes with a snarl. You're not sure why that upset him. "Sorry!" you say, just to be safe.

"I don't need your hair curled, your make-up done or your whole body shaved. I will fuck you anyway, sweetheart, no matter what you look like because you belong to me," he growls before he spits on your cunt, sending a rush through you, making you moan and spread your legs even more.

For the first time, he touches you properly, letting his fingers spread the spit all over your pussy before shoving two of them into your soaked core. He pistons them in and out, putting his thumb against your clit and making colors burst before you.

"You want to come on my fingers, you fucking slut?" When you nod frantically he instructs, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." A second after you do spit lands on your tongue and droplets on your face. It nearly tips you over.

"Swallow it," he orders and watches you as you do, some form of approval shining in his eyes for the first time. "Who do you belong to?"

The question is too complicated to understand, you can't focus on what he wants. "I don't…" is all that comes out.

"Wrong answer," he says and removes his fingers, making you shout in disappointment. Sharp slaps land on your wet cunt and you instinctively try to move away from it, but he grabs your legs, pulling you back. "Don't you fucking run from me."

"I'm sorry," you cry, looking pleadingly at him. "I'm- I'm yours James, yours to do what you want with. Please, please, please let me come!"

With a huff he pushes his fingers back in, pressing the tips into your g-spot and getting his thumb back on your clit. His unbothered state makes you feel so small and insignificant, heightening the pleasure coursing through you.

As it climbs, your body shakes, your legs trembling from being held open. "I'm- I'm- don't stop!" you beg. Closing your eyes you focus on the feeling of him, his other hand still gripping your thigh hard. You hope it bruises.

"I can feel you, slut!" Bucky's voice is the cherry on top of everything. "Come on my fingers, do it, come for me!" he commands and of course, you do as he wants. With a scream you convulse, almost pushing him out with the sensation flooding you. Bucky is talking above you but you're not sure what he's saying because all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.

A hard tap against your cheek makes you open your eyes. "Don't pass out on me, I'm not done with you yet." "Wouldn't dream of it," you smile dumbly, and it earns you a smile in return. But it quickly passes as he pulls off his tank top and pushes down his pants. The cock is just as big as you hoped.

He rubs the head against your soaked center, sending overwhelming sparks through you, making you twitch. When he notches the head of his dick at your opening your blood freezes. "C-condom?" you stutter.

Cocking his head he asks. "Do you really want that? Doesn't a slut like you want to be filled up with cum?" "Y-yes, but, Bucky…" you gnaw your lip.

"I want to fuck my little cum-bucket raw, make sure you feel me running out of you for days," he gives a light thrust, almost pushing inside, giving you a taste of heaven. For a second you look at each other and Bucky presses in just a little bit more. It decides it for you. "Please fill me with your cum Bucky, I need it so bad!" you whine and he chuckles before shoving his fat cock into you without mercy.

Quickly you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting his hard thrusts that are sending your body into overdrive. "Feel so fucking good sweetheart, your cunt was made for me, wasn't it?" he groans. "Yes it was," you answer breathlessly.

He grabs your face. "Those other losers are never going to satisfy you." "No, Bucky, only you!" "That's right, you're my fuckdoll now, sweetheart," he says before he leans down to kiss you. It's much sweeter this time and you grab his head, carding your fingers through his hair, feeling your chest fill with another type of warmth.

When he pulls back he says, "Beg me not to come in you." Your cunt clenches and your second orgasm is suddenly a lot closer. "Bucky, please don't… I can't get pregnant," you make your voice small and frail.

In response his laugh is cruel. "Yes you will, your purpose in life is to be bred. I'm going to cum in you every day til it sticks and then everyone will know who you belong to." "Please, pull out," you beg and reach down to rub your clit, feeling the climax shimmering underneath your skin.

"Such a bad liar, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Are you going to come on my cock? Are you gonna claim me just as I claim you?" "Yes! I just need- harder!" you pant. "Fucking hell," Bucky grunts and does as you demand.

The climax rips through you with little regard for your sanity. The sound leaving your throat makes it raw and a second later Bucky moans your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It's almost good enough to feel him finish inside you that you come again, but you’re too spent to do more than shudder.

Then he kisses you again, sweetly, caringly, and pushes his arms in under your body to hug you close to him. "So perfect," he whispers against your mouth. The cums start to trickle out onto the couch but neither of you care, too caught up in each other's lips.

"How are you doing sweetheart?" he asks when he comes up for a breath. "I feel a little high," you confess. "Haven't been fucked that good in a long time."

There is something in his gaze that shifts and he leans his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I just… I couldn't take it anymore… I like you so much." "Lucky for you I get off on that stuff," you smile. "And if I had said stop I trust you would have."

He hugs you so hard you can hardly breathe. "Of course, I fucking would." "You can make it up to me by going tender the next time," you smile. "Next time?" "As many times as you’ll have me." He laughs into your skin. "I don't think you're ready for that!"

Suddenly the sound of the doorbell jerks the two of you apart. You stare at Bucky with wide eyes. "My date," you whisper, horrified.

With a smirk, he raises himself on his arms. "I should make you go on that date with my cum running out of you, maybe even let him get as far as spreading your legs just to see that you’re already claimed."

With a groan, you cover your face with your hands. "Don't tempt me," you tell him before wiggling out from under him, finding your clothes, and hastily pulling them on.

Opening the door just a crack, you understand you look a mess by the way your date eyes you. "Sorry," your voice is small. "I wasn't feeling great and then I fell asleep on the couch." "Yeah, you look terrible," the guy notes before handing you one of the ugliest bouquets you've ever seen. Quickly stepping away he says, "I'll call you." but you know he won't. "Great, I'll see you around," you respond before closing the door.

Bucky takes the flowers from you and shoves them in the trash before grabbing you around the waist and kissing you again. "Didn't you say he was promising?" "I have no clue what you're talking about," you answer with a completely straight face but then start to giggle as he swoops you up and carries you to his bedroom.

[notanactressyayy]

—𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭—

pairing . Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

summary . she needs you, in multiple ways — she's just scared to ask for it.

warnings . smut — I am NOT responsible for the content you consume — thigh riding, scissoring, fingering, vulnerable sex (because yes), taking care of Nat because she deserves it.

notes . English is not my first language, I'm brazilian, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. this is probably the first fic I ever post so hi hi!!!

(I'm sorry if this is bad, I literally wrote that in a waiting room, completely in a rush.)

divider credits: @cafekitsune ^^

You didn't know exactly why the TV was on. You weren't interested on the show, and Natasha wasn't even looking at it. Her eyes looked down as she fidgeted with her fingers. You could tell she was anxious, that something was bothering her.

You just never expected that this was something to do with you — no, you didn't do anything wrong. It was her.

Natasha and you met years ago, and had been in a situationship for a while now. You weren't friends, but somehow, you couldn't recall the time you started dating (because it never existed). Friends with benefits was too cliché, and maybe not enough to describe what you actually had with her.

To begin with it, you met Natasha when she was still an Avenger. You were never part of the team, but they treated you as if you were. You were close to everyone, but specially Natasha. There was a reason she had let that happen, since according to her, she was in New York to be a hero, and not to have friends.

Friends.

The moment the russian started to blush whenever Thor teased her about how close she was to you or when you simply stared at her for a few seconds or more was when she realized that she made a mistake. A good one, she hoped. In a heartbeat, she was telling you her story.

You listened — just, listened. Your hand went to brush her hair behind her ear whenever she looked down, and the sparkle of pride in your eyes was not something she could miss. You didn't pity her. You didn't try to bring up a justification for what she went through, or to bring up a solution to fix her. You were proud of her for who she became, and were there for her whenever she didn't want to be that person for a while.

It was with that trust in you that she found herself wanting, craving even, something more. She's human, wether she like it or not. She can't deny her feelings or urges, not even the most dangerous spy can.

So her walls broke when you said you were going with her to Norway after the Avengers split.

Natasha shifted a little in the couch, the blankets around her getting all crumpled as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Your focus went from the soft patting of the raindrops in the window to the woman next to you, as you frowned a bit.

"Nat?" you called, leaning your side against the backrest of the couch and looking at her. "What's wrong?"

She turned to you, a little startled, but tried to shake it off with a small grin. "Oh, it's nothing. It's just a little hot in here."

"We're in Norway," you laughed, giving her that goddamn smile of yours. "And.. it's raining."

"The..." she shook her head, failing miserably to come up with an excuse. "The blankets are making me hot."

"Mhm, are they?" you raised an eyebrow, and pulled the blankets off you both, and letting half of them fall to the floor. "Better?"

Natasha shivered, but nodded nonetheless. You saw she was unquiet, and that this looked a little more serious than the normal.

"Natasha."

"Yeah?"

"What is going on?" you repeated your question, scooting closer to her and placing your hand above hers — just to make things worse.

Natasha almost whined at your action, which made you pull your hand back and frown even more. "I'm sorry,"

"No, it's not your fault." she shook her head. "It's mine."

"Then tell me." you smiled softly, lifting her head up to meet your eyes with your pointer finger. The sight of her green orbs was something you maybe never saw before.

"I..." she mumbled, clearing her throat. She then grabbed your hand and held your wrist gently, not sure of what to do next. "I don't know."

"It's okay," you whispered, bringing her hand up and placing a kiss on it. You had no problem with being affectionate and she didn't mind either, but today, it was different.

"Y/n". Natasha whispered back, looking into your eyes and getting lost in them. She was clearly unsure of what to do, and how to express what she was feeling. So she brought your hand up and placed your palm above her heart. Faster than the speed of light.

"Hey..." you cooed, tilting your head as you felt the aggressive beating against your hand. "You... are you, scared of something?"

"No." she quickly shook her head. She wasn't having any negative emotions right now. "I'm not anxious, I'm not scared.. I'm just.."

"Just what?"

The fact she was not having an anxious episode or a panic attack made you slightly relaxed, but not completely — then you realized, the touches you were giving her made her sensitive. She was needy.

The Red Room turned her into a closed person, and that didn't completely vanish when she was with you — it was like there was a bug in her system that had to be fixed, soon. She couldn't be totally open, but not completely closed.

You smiled at the thought, and leaned in closer, inches away from her face, which made her breathing uneven. "Tell me what you need, Nat."

"I..." she took a deep inhale and placed her hand on your cheek, pulling you into an unexpected kiss — a desperate one.

She kissed you frantically, her movements with urgency as she placed her hands behind your neck, trying to pull you close. You couldn't say you expected this, but it wasn't unwelcomed either.

Your hands went to her waist as she shyly crawled onto your lap, her legs hooking around your hips as she pulled away for air, her forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she breathed, feeling her eyes start to burn with unleashed tears.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for." you murmured, arms gently wrapping around her as she straddled you. "It's okay, let's not rush things. Let's take deep breaths, mhm?"

The fact you wanted her to calm down before anything almost calmed her down instantly, but she breathed with you, then leaned her head on yours, her cheek on your hair.

"I just need something," she whispered, more calmly now. "I—I think I need you."

"And I'm here," you turned your head to press a kiss on her temple, caressing her back. The redhead melted.

Natasha leaned down to kiss your lips again, but not with urgency. She sighed softly against your lips, her hands moving to hold your face, and yours, to hold her waist. It didn't take long for her to start moving slowly — she shifted, instead of straddling your lap, her legs were around your thigh. Your eyes opened, and you broke the kiss to look at her.

"Nat, my love," you whispered. "Are you sure of this?"

"Please." she uttered back, closing her eyes and gripping your shoulders. "I know you'd ever hurt me.. you would never disrespect me, you would stop if I asked you to. Right... right?"

You smiled sadly, realizing she was trying to reassure herself, and not actually ask you this. "Yes, yes, Natasha. I want to take care of you. I want to see you, beyond that shell they turned you in. I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to ask for this, and this is such a big step for you."

She sighed in relief, hearing the honesty in your voice. She nodded, clearing her throat. She leaned down, hiding her face on the crook of her neck and pressing small, gentle kisses on it. Then her hips started to slowly move, and the tiniest bit of friction made her gasp. "Y/n..."

"Shh," you held her hips, guiding her through her own pace. The little high waisted shorts she wore rolled up, so surprisingly thick that you could feel her wetness. "That's great, Natty. Move yourself for me, like this."

Natasha whined at your words, starting to grind against you slightly faster. The clothes were starting to feel uncomfortable, as she felt the need of you seeing her. She grabbed your hands, and slowly moved them underneath her blouse.

You did what she wanted, grazing your fingernails against her skin and slowly massaging her flesh, resulting in a soft moan of hers. "Take it off." You looked at her with a questioning look, even if you had an idea of what she was asking for. "Undress me, Y/n."

Given her permission, you smoothly lifted her blouse and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She stopped her movements briefly, just so you could slide her shorts and panties down her thighs, her heat now in contact with your leg making you groan.

She felt your hands moving up to unclasp her bra and smirked softly, holding her arms out so you could take down the straps. That woman was surely breathtaking, her body, her marks, her scars, her voice, her everything.

"Natty," you uttered, pressing kisses in the valley between her breasts and moving up, to her ear. "There's so much I wanna do with you..."

Natasha closed her eyes, your touch making her shiver again, as she began to fastly grind her pussy against your thigh. "Please." she quickly removed your shirt and soon enough, you both were completely naked.

The feeling of skin against hers, the human touch that she never felt when getting off with a strap while thinking of you was unbelievable, a touch that she knew that wouldn't hurt her. It was so good, so different from the men she seduced when a spy, so different from the men that touched her in the Red Room.

"My pretty girl," you hissed, throwing your leg above hers and starting to grind yourself with her. "So beautiful, and all mine."

"Yes," she panted, burying her face in your neck again as her nails lightly scratched your back. "Y/n, please."

"You're coming with me." you sweetly commanded. Natasha started to whisper things in Russian that you couldn't really understand, but you took it as a sign that she was close.

Soon enough, Natasha's legs started to shake and her moans on your ear got slightly louder, you both coming together, her juices mixing with yours. She didn't stop, though. You gasped, looking up at her. She still needed more.

"Touch me." Natasha growled, grabbing your hand and moving it close to her cunt. She was starting to feel confident, and you liked it.

You didn't think twice before burying your middle and pointer fingers on her hole, using your thumb to slowly rub circles on her clit, biting your lip at the sight of her back arched. All for you.

"God, Y/n," she moaned, using her own hands to squeeze her breasts and circle her hard nipples. "Yes, just like that."

"You like it like this?" you asked, shoving one more finger inside her, her moans getting louder. She slowly started to lift herself from your fingers, just to lower her hips again, riding your fingers. "You're gonna come for me again?"

"Yes!" she nodded frantically, her breaths coming in little gasps for air. She gripped your shoulders tightly, throwing her head back and orgasming again. It took a while for her to calm down, and you didn't waste time before gently taking her and laying her down on the couch, spreading her legs and pressing soft kisses on her inner thighs, licking her juices and making her squirm around.

"Y/n," she murmured quietly, reaching her arms out.

"Oh, baby." you pulled Nat into an embrace, holding her close to your chest and caressing her hair, running your fingers through her red locks. "It's alright."

Natasha whimpered, wanting to hide herself in your arms and never come out again. She closed her eyes and laid her head on your chest, arms circling your waist.

The talk about this could wait. The silence was comfortable enough for now.

[aurumacadicus]

Listen, Steve is grateful he gets to work at a Stark-funded hospital. He is. Not only is the prestige of working there even for a year going to carry him through his entire career, but if he stays for five years, the Maria Stark Foundation will pay off all of his student loans. Their clientele are people typically in poverty and he loves that he can help the less fortunate. It's all he ever wanted to do after watching his single mother scrimp and save as a nurse just to make sure they had a roof over their heads. He would never do anything to jeopardize his position or the reputation of the hospital.

"That custodian is going to be the reason you're fired," Natasha declares, and both Clint and Bucky spin from their nursing charts just in time to watch Steve almost fall over as he attempts to get one more glimpse of Tony's ass as he pushes his cart, whistling, toward the elevator. "Is this your way of getting out of the gala? Getting shit-canned the day before?"

"Are you going to tattle on me to Dr. Potts?" Steve asks her bluntly.

Natasha says nothing for several minutes, mulling the idea over in her head. Finally, though, she mutters, "I guess you're better than Hammer. He actually put his hands on Tony."

Steve doesn't know how to respond, because he'd only gotten his position after Dr. Hammer had groped Tony one too many times (apparently Tony had never reported it? It had actually been one of the nurses) and got fired for it. Again, he's grateful for the position, but he knows other doctors would shank him for the opportunity. He's just looking, but maybe he shouldn't look? Tony isn't a piece of meat. He's a respected member of the hospital staff.

Tony stops and bends over to pick up a piece of garbage on the floor, and even Natasha whimpers as his pants lovingly cup each of his cheeks.

Luckily, they're saved by one of the PR interns coming out of a hospital room and chirping, "Are you going to the gala tomorrow, Mr. Tony?"

"Peter how many times do I have to tell you," Tony begins, sighing, then shakes his head. "Yes, my mother is finally forcing me to show up for the gala."

Steve does a minute fist pump, and Bucky immediately drags him into a noogie that makes him squawk about his hair in probably the most unattractive manner possible.

--

"Gala" is probably too fancy a term for it. Unlike the Foundation galas, where the Stark family squeezes donations from the other wealthy elite for all they muster, this is more of a get-together between other hospitals to compare notes. Women are in cocktail dresses and the men are a healthy mix of suits and slacks-and-polos. The only people really decked out in formal wear are those with the foundation.

Steve is trying to be very casual as he keeps an eye out for Tony. He hasn't seen him yet, but he's hoping to ask Tony for at least one dance. Dr. Potts had said Tony liked to dance when he'd been talking with her and Natasha at the start of the gala. (She'd made really deliberate eye contact with him when she'd said so, too, so Steve figures she at least approves of him??? Even if she also kind of scares him.)

"Oh my God," Bruce whispers, wine dripping down his chin. He's gone ashen.

Steve and Thor turn to see what he's looking at, and Steve immediately understands. He feels as if he's just been simultaneously punched in the gut and head.

Because Mrs. Stark has finally arrived at her gala, dressed to the nines and yet somehow making everyone feel at ease in their own clothes. She's being escorted by a handsome man in a tuxedo.

The man looks a lot like Tony from the custodial department. But Mrs. Stark keeps loudly and proudly announcing that he's her son.

"I'm so fired," Steve whispers, voice cracking, as Bucky finally steps up beside him and claps him on the shoulder.

[elfwitchtrickster]

Magic show - Loki fluff oneshot

Summary: Loki has a major crush the quiet reader but doesn't know how to get close to you. So he gathers the avengers for a faux magic show where he ‘accidentally’ handcuffs the two of you together, forcing you to spend time with him.

Loki stared at her H/C locks lovingly from across the room. Ever since Y/N had stepped foot into the compound she had intrigued the God of Mischief. While he did not see her often as their missions rarely overlapped, he bubbled with excitement every time he saw her making her morning coffee or relaxing with the other avengers. He had only spoken to her twice, once their first hello upon meeting in the hall and second when she accidentally dropped a stack of files and he was kind enough to help her pick them up.

She seemed rather quiet when talking to others and he was unsure how he to befriend her.Over the past few weeks he had generated many strategies to get Y/N to talk to him. Deciding that life or death, escape situations probably weren't the best environment for their first full conversation, Loki opted for his next devious plan.

He watched Y/N take a seat next to Wanda on the large couch in the avengers living room and tried to hide his smirk. "Welcome" he announced. “To the God of Mischief's magic show" he said using his magic to write his title in the air with sparks. "Okay what are you planning Reindeer Games, if this compound ends up in flames, I swear to-" "Relax my metal acquaintance, your compound will remain safe and sound, as will all of you" Loki cut Tony off with a smile. The other Avengers still looked skeptical, save Peter, Vision and Y/N. His eyes softened, noticing that the girl was not scared of him.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y is Reindeer Games gonna ruin my compound" Tony spoke aloud. "I detect no sign of malicious or deceitful behaviour sir" the assistant announced to the room. "Very well" Stark muttered, leaning back into the couch. Loki smirked as he continued with his act.

He performed a few rudimentary tricks first, then using his magic to conjure some impressive illusions. "For my finale I will need a volunteer" he said, looking out at all the others. He purposefully used his magic to steal Peter's voice in fear that the spider boy would take Y/N's place. "I'll do it" her tentative voice was music to his ears. He bowed deeply, ushering her onto his makeshift stage. "This next trick is an escape illusion, where I will magically free Y/N and I from these, without a key" he said clamping the handcuffs shut on his and Y/N's wrists. He had conjured the cuffs himself, strategically crafting them without key holes and making them strong enough to be almost unbreakable.

"As you can see, they are quite secure" he said lifting his wrist and pulling Y/N's arm up with him. "And now, I shall release from this-" he pretended to stop talking out of panic, as he jerked his wrist, feigning an attempt to get out off the cuffs. He chuckled lightly "Just a moment" he turned around and rapidly fumbled with the metal chains, faking a desperate wrestle with the handcuffs. "Why is it not working" he mumbled.

"You okay there Loki?" Steve asked in a concerned tone. "Quite alright thank you" he snipped. He continued with his sham until finally he dropped the cuffs in defeat. He turned around with a sheepish smile "So um it seems the handcuffs are temporarily stuck" he said. The other avengers broke into yells of indignation yet to his joy, Y/N did not seem as perturbed.

"What did you do, swallow the key?" Bucky asked sarcastically. "There is no keyhole" Loki replied "true magic is a high stakes endeavour"

He answered Bucky's unanswered question and held his chin high. "Can we break it?" Thor asked, and Loki rolled his eyes at his brother's typical violent solution. "I sincerely doubt it" he said. "Okay you know what, Banner and I will go down to the lab and see if we can find a way to crack these" Tony said getting up from his seat and nudging Bruce. "Until then, looks like you're stuck with Reindeer Games" he said to Y/N. She didn't respond and Loki waited for the heroes to clear out before he spoke to her.

"I apologise Lady Y/N, I truly did not mean to get you stuck with me" he said. After all Loki's time in Asgard, he knew the key to making any women melt, was being a gentleman. "That's okay, it might be fun" she replied. He was delighted to learn she wasn't opposed to spending time with him. No one said anything for a moment, Loki silently gestured her towards the couch.

They sat in awkward silence for a while before Y/N spoke up "I'm kinda hungry" she said. "We can get a snack from Stark's cupboard" Loki said. "Or we could make something" she countered with a smile. "What do you propose?" He questioned. She smiled wider and jerked him up, speeding to the kitchen. She began placing trays, bowls and ingredients on the kitchen island, pulling Loki's hand along with hers. "We are gonna make cookies!" She said clapping her hands together. "Interesting what type?" He asked peering over at the food. "Chocolate chip" she said, laying out sheets of baking paper on a tray.

She instructed Loki to put baking soda and salt into a bowl while she fought with the jar of flour, struggling to open the lid. It popped open unexpectedly and a puff of white  flour enveloped the god. When the cloud cleared, Loki was left with an irritated expression on his face. The flour had settled in his hair making him look like he aged twenty years. Y/N's hand flew to her mouth as she failed to contain her laugh. She doubled over as she looked at the usually majestic god, covered in baking flour.

It was if her giggles were magical because Loki could not hide the smirk growing on his face. "Oh you think that's funny?" He said, raising an eyebrow. Y/N was too busy laughing to answer. As she tried to catch her breath, Loki dipped his hand into the bag and threw a handful of flour over her bent figure. Her smile was quickly replaced with shock and she let out a gasp. But Y/N was not one to back down, she grabbed a pile, flinging it in Loki's face, making him spit out white smoke. She reached for another handful but the bag disappeared, resurfacing in Loki's grasp.

Thankfully it was in the hand that was chained to Y/N so she could easily steal it back. Loki switched the soft weapon to his other hand and lifted it high into the air. She groaned in frustration, jumping to reach it. On her third jump she knocked over the cookie tray sending it flying into her and Loki. They fell back against the counter and Loki dropped the bag. In an instant, they were both painted in white powder, when they turned to face each other they burst out laughing. "You- you look like an old man" Y/N said between giggles. "I could say the same about you" Loki quipped earning him a slap on the arm.

Coincidentally, they both leaned down to grab the tray and their noses bumped together. Loki chuckled as he helped his flour covered baking partner up. Now standing, Y/N realised how close they were together. Her chest brushed his and she could feel the hotness of his breath. She reached up to dust a bit of flour off his eyelash but then withdrew it, embarrassed. "Sorry" she muttered but before she could move away, he gently clutched her hand. "It's quite alright" he said sincerely, dusting her shoulder to make her feel more comfortable. She smiled up at the god in silent thanks.

Once Loki had used his magic to clean up the kitchen they successfully managed to get the cookies in the oven without any mess. As they waited for them to bake, they sat on top of the island. "You know, when Thor and I were little we used to sneak into the kitchens at night to steal cookies" he said with a fond smile.

"Really?" Y/N laughed. "Yes, in fact we did it every time we had guests because they always made the best cookies for the guests" he said. "We got caught a lot, Thor would just run in and grab as many as he could, whereas I would use more stealthy approach" he said shaking his head amusedly. "But once we became teenagers our midnight escapades stopped" he said with a hint of sadness. "It's nice to have someone to share cookies with again" he said, looking at her with a warm gaze. His blue eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim light, Y/N found herself staring at them longer than she should have.

She reached into the oven, dragging Loki's hand with her. She shut it and a rush of warm air hit her, permeating the kitchen with the smell of freshly baked cookies. "I bet my cookies are better than the ones in Asgard" she said cockily. "Oh do you?" Loki asked, his signature smirk creeping onto his face. "See for yourself" she said carefully sliding one of the cookies off the tray. To her surprise Loki was not startled by the hot crust.

He took a large bite, chewing slowly and carefully. He nodded thoughtfully as he swallowed "It is hard to admit but you may be right" he said savouring the sweet taste that lingered in his mouth. She took a bite too, sighing happily as the chocolate chips melted in her mouth. She leant against the counter, munching on their creation. On the corner of her lips, a bit of chocolate was smudged so Loki took it upon himself to wipe it. He stepped closer to Y/N, rubbing his thumb along her lips and wiping it on a tissue behind her.

She was now trapped between Loki and the counter, yet she wasn't complaining in the slightest. Her breathing grew heavy as Loki's head tilted towards her. Her eyes fluttered close as his lips pressed against her. His fingers danced across her cheeks and he pulled her closer to him by her waist. The kiss grew deeper, as he revelled in the sweetness of her chocolate tongue. A sensation even warmer than her cookies spread through him and he got lost in her kiss.

Reluctantly he pulled apart, not daring to break eye contact. Y/N's eyes were glazed and she had a goofy smile on her face. "I guess you really liked the cookies" she said with a small laugh. His hand dropped to hold the one that was chained to hers, "actually I prefer the baker" he said, leaning in for another impossibly sweet kiss.

An hour later the cookies were almost completely eaten, all that was left was a plate full of crumbs next to the couch. There, Y/N lay between Loki's arms as he told her about the last book he had read. In between sentences Y/N would place little kisses on his jaw, turning Loki a brighter shade of pink each time.

Just as he leaned in for another kiss, the sound of footsteps came from beside the couch. "Whoa, what's going on here?" Tony asked in disbelief. Y/N attempted to sit up, mortified at the situation she had been found in, but Loki pushed her down by the chest. "You are the last one that should criticise public demonstrations of affection" Loki said coolly. "Fair enough" he answered, kneeling down beside the pair.

"Give" Stark said, motioning for their handcuffs. Holding it above the floor, Loki poured a bright purple liquid onto the chain. It sizzled and bubbled but did not even scratch the silver metal. Stark let out a howl of frustration, tossing the empty vial behind him. Loki was bemused. watching the man."No matter" he said calmly, waving his hands and the cuffs disintegrated in a burst of green sparks. "Wha- how?" Y/N stuttered. "It served its purpose" he said pressing a kiss to her forehead. She looked at him in confusion for a second. Then "LOKI" she yelled, but the god only laughed.

[bones4thecats]

A/N: This guy is one of my favorite Gods in Record of Ragnarok to write for, I also like Apollo and Thor, maybe Odin as well. Anyways, I added my own little twist to this prompt to make it fit a bit better with the reader. Now, I hope you enjoy this @yey56, and thank you for the request!!

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🔱 Poseidon never expected this to happen.

🔱 He had thrived his whole life, living perfectly fine without any human's life interfering, until you showed up.

🔱 Hades had called upon his three younger brothers, Adamas, Poseidon, and Zeus about a soul of a young mortal female soul who had somehow, without his knowledge, escaped the river STYX.

🔱 His eldest brother's guards dragged you in per his command, and Zeus immediately looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

🔱 " Damn idiot. " Poseidon thought, watching his youngest brother stare at you, his intentions obviously horrible inside.

" Poseidon! "

🔱 The Tyrant of the Sea may have looked in the opposite direction, but everyone knew he was listening to the ramblings of Adamas.

🔱 His main focus was on the deceased maiden seated at the table's opposite end, glancing around the large room, waiting for one of the male gods to ask her about her escape.

🔱 Hades' gaze shifted from his youngest brother, Zeus, to you, looming before tapping his eye piece and asking you the question you were awaiting.

" How did you escape from the river STYX? "

🔱 You pondered for a moment, your memory was quite limited, the main things flying through your head was your childhood and eventual death, then, the exact things he asked you popped up.

🔱 You shifted as the guards stiffened, probably believing you were gonna try attacking the brothers, which you knew would be fruitless, as one was staring at you with heart-eyes, one glared, another stared with curiosity in his one visible eye, and the last basically looked into your soul.

🔱 Poseidon was the least patient at the moment, and he was close to yelling at you to answer them, but he stopped himself when your mouth opened to answer Hades' question.

" My memory isn't the best as of now, but, by what I can ponder up, I had died and, for some random reason, reached up for breath, as if I was drowning, and pulled myself out of the river,"

🔱 " I guess my body wasn't ready to die yet, huh? " You joked

🔱 The brothers just stared, and at that point, you glanced at Zeus, and he just smiled the creepiest smile you had ever seen in history, way beyond any image someone could use to scare you.

🔱 Adamas just looked at Hades and asked what they were to do with you, in which he answered with a fairly bland and further pondering question.

" We will have to find someone to watch over her for the time being. I would allow her to stay here, but, I am not sure what may happen if another soul sees her as they vanish down here. Adamas, could you take her in? " " Nope. I got quite a bit of stuff happening at the moment, brother. I would if I could, sorry. " " Zeus? " " Glad- " " I will. "

🔱 All heads snapped to the sound of Poseidon's voice ringing through the dining room.

🔱 Had he just said he's take in a human? For real?

" Um, Poseidon, Zeus was just saying- "

🔱 " I will take the human to my castle underneath the ocean's waves, we all know what Zeus would do to the mortal when she arrives at his residence. " He said, glaring in the direction, but not fully looking at the younger, yet elderly appearing, brother.

🔱 Hades smiled faintly before nodding to his guards while Poseidon motioned for his to grab you before nodding to his brother and saying his farewells as he, you, and his guards walked out of the castle of Helheim.

🔱 Once arriving at his castle, your eyes widened and sparkled with admiration for the beautiful building.

🔱 Poseidon stared back at you, seeing the vert obvious awestruck face you had on.

🔱 He motioned for his guards to return to their placements in the castle as he gave you a miniature tour around the building so you'd know your way to certain rooms, like yours, the throne room, dining room, and more.

🔱 " And this, " He said, " Is your new room. I had the maids get it cleaned and ready to befit you from what Hades had mentioned in his letter about you. "

🔱 You smiled at him, thanked him, and before retreating into your room to get ready for dinner that night, you asked him a question just about as interesting as Hades had been.

" Why did you decided to take me in? You could've left me for dead with your brother. "

🔱 Poseidon stood there and held his trident, the blades pointing to the ground, for once in his life, he really had no answer. He had no clue why he did this.

🔱 But maybe, just maybe, over that night, and many years to come, he'd figure it out

🔱 Newsflash, he does.

[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt. 1

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

Warnings: Eventual smut.

W/C: 1K

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You were sitting beside Loki just like you did every movie night, a large bowl of popcorn perched in his lap for sharing. You jumped and screamed so loud, when the monster grabbed the woman on the screen that it even startled Loki, who almost dropped the snack in the floor.

You reached for his hand, entwining your fingers with his long skinny digits. He stayed still for just a moment unsure of how to react to your touch. You felt him relax against you, accepting the affection. Each time, a scary part came on you would hide your face against his arm. He began to anticipate it. He wrapped his arm around you snuggling you closer. Now you could press your face against his broad chest.

You laid your ear against him, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart beating. You had only been this close to the mischievous god while training. Otherwise, your friendship never crossed any unspoken boundaries. You were surprised how he had welcomed your touch. He wasn’t huge on affection, shying away from hugs, shoulder pats, even handshakes which surprised you. He only shook the hand of business men Stark needed him to schmooze, and only when necessary.

The movie was over too soon. The loss of warmth his body provided made you shiver as you walked to your room. Hurrying to your bed, your mind ran wild with thoughts of the creature from that horrible movie waiting for you underneath, grabbing your feet as you walked by and dragging you under there with it. You got under the blankets covering up every inch of skin. You were an Avenger for crying out loud. You had fought villains way scarier than the monster in the movie.

Still you couldn’t help the thoughts of it waiting to get you as soon as you peaked out from under the blanket. You heard the floor creak and you swear you stopped breathing for a second. Relax! It’s probably somebody walking in the hall. You squeeze your eyes shut willing yourself to fall asleep.

You convince yourself you feel someone staring at you. You give yourself a little pep talk slinging the heavy blanket off your face and retrieving your phone off your nightstand. You get back in your cocoon. You pull up the contact on your phone praying he answers.

“H..hello?” his groggy voice comes over the line and you’ve never been more grateful to hear anyone. “Loki, I need you to come to my room right now.” your voice barely comes out as a whisper. You are trying to stay quite just in case that creature can hear you.

“Darling, it’s three in the morning. I can barely hear you. This is not a good prank.” Click. He ended the call before you could ask for help. You dial his number again. He answers on the third ring. You decide you better make this call count so you start frantically yelling into your phone. “Loki, please don’t hang up! I know it’s three AM, but it’s the witching hour! That means this thing is gonna be that much stronger!! I need you to get in here right now before it kills me!”

You hear your door fling open. You stick your head out from your fortress. Loki is standing in your room, daggers in hand assessing the situation. “Where is it?” he growls. You can’t help the giggles erupting. He looks at you, confusion clearly eating him up.

“Promise you won’t be mad?” “I will make no such promise. Tell me what is so funny about your life being in danger.” You take a deep breath trying to suppress your laughter. “I kept thinking about that movie and I freaked myself out. I convinced myself it was in here with me. So there’s no real danger.”

Loki sighs heavily, running his hands through his slept on curls. He sets his daggers on your nightstand. “You said it was going to kill you.” “Sorry, I was being dramatic. I just didn’t want to be alone because I was scared. I didn’t expect you to burst in here like that. But since you’re here, do you mind staying with me? I know I’m safe with you here.” Loki agrees walking toward your couch.

“Can you sleep in the bed with me, please? I really freaked myself out and I just need to know that you’re right here if I need you.” He gets in beside you, and every fear fades into the darkness as you press your back against his chest. His arm rests against your stomach.

Loki planned to leave right after you fell asleep. He was sure he wouldn’t rest well, if at all. So he was surprised when the sun light peaked through your window and woke him the next morning. He was shocked to find your warm body still snuggled in so closely to his. He had only wrapped his arms around you to comfort you. He didn’t think he would be so reluctant to remove them.

He took the time to study your features. How your hair was a tangled mess even though it seemed like you hadn’t moved at all through the night. How the sun light made your face look almost angelic. He took note of how comfortable he was beside you. And that terrified him. That thought alone was enough motivation for him to go back to his own rooms.

Loki was sure he would never share Thor’s love for Midgardians. He didn’t understand his attraction to them. After Thor and Jane broke up, Thor had successfully seduced every woman he came across. It made Loki sick. He and his brother were gods. Midgardians were beneath them.

Loki waited until their trips to Asgard to sleep around. Those so called models paled in comparison to the goddesses back home. He had never thought highly of any person from Earth, until you.

You stumbled into his life and turned it upside down. You weren’t repulsive. You were beautiful. You weren’t ignorant, but intelligent. You were kind to him, when the rest of the pathetic planet either feared him or hated him. Loki had quickly offered you something he didn’t give lightly to any other person on Earth - his companionship.

Part Two

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[writeshite]

How would Thor/Homelander/Soldier boy react to them accidently hurting (emotionally or physically) their bf?

Thor:

Probably the only one here with some emotional intelligence, and yeah, he used to be arrogant, but he's a sweetheart, an absolute angel. Thor is most likely very in tune with how you convey emotions, I mean he worships the ground you walk on.

If he hurts you physically, and you end up scared of him, I can see two things that could happen, he either distances himself from you for a while to work through the mental breakdown that probably hits him. Second option is he hovers; I mean, the man can summon thunder and control lightning - regardless of what species you are (Kree, Human, Asgardian, Elf, Skrull, etc.) - he's gonna be concerned cause I mean, he could maybe indirectly stop your heart, or crush your internal organs, or just hurt you brutally and painfully in any other way.

If he hurts you emotionally, he's groveling; he's doing everything in his power to show how sorry he is and how much he loves you. He'll probably ask you what you want, if you want distance he'll give it to you, he'll stay away until you call back and hopes it doesn't lead to a breakup.

Homelander:

Like father like son, I guess. Sort of. I think with all the time he's spent around people and getting high of approval, he at least has some sort of knowledge on emotions, but not like in a healthy normal way, more in a 'I've been around people crying and whining before I know enough to be able to speedrun the crying stage and get to the forgiveness part' if that makes sense.

Also, I feel like it would also depend on how your relationship is; if you and Homelander have a genuine thing going on, then he'd probably put in effort cause he doesn't want to lose the only source of actual genuine affection in his life. So you'd probably get an apology, some gifts, anything Homelander thinks will get him back in your good graces. And then cuddles.

If your relationship is a fling of some kind or fake relationship to hype the masses with no romantic feelings of any kind involved on his end, then you ain't getting no apology honey 💀, because I mean, he likes to embarrass people who he perceives have wronged him, so even if he's the one at fault for hurting you physically or mentally, it'll somehow become your fault, so he'll probably bring the fight out into the public, use Vought to paint you as the one in the wrong, if you don't want that to happen then you should apologize, you're the one who's wrong here.

Soldier Boy:

I love Ben, I do, but I know this man has like the emotional bandwidth of a rock like he's probably still trying to process being attracted to not only women while also trying to unpack his goofy ass douchebaggery.

I don't think Ben would notice at first if he hurt you emotionally, or if he does, he'd probably think you'd get over it and then be shocked if/when you don't. He'd feel bad and experience the wonderful world of guilt.

If he hurt you physically, he'd notice a lot quicker, and probably feel worse, I feel like he's the kind of guy who takes physical injuries/pain more seriously than emotional and mental.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Not sure if you remember that scene one in RoR/SnV where The Serpent was harassing Eve by grabbing onto her and not letting her go because he wanted her all to himself? Could you write something about how Buddha, Hades, Thor would react if they knew of that same situation happening to reader? Hopefully it’s too confusing for you 😅😅

S/O got harrased by the serpent

[ SCENARIO ] [ Buddha, Hades, Thor ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

My dear I love your idea, I love Adam and the whole thing about Eve's trial, the scene is just magnificent ✨✨ and, also, im always up to beat an idiot's ass

I was thinking on it and I realice that this is an actual harrasment and that could be a traumatic experience so this is more serious than expected

Buddha

As much as Buddha loves just being with you and cuddle you he knows that you need time to yourself (as well as he does) so he is completely willing to let you be by yourself when you need it

It probably happens one of those ocations where you were alone when the serpent approached to you with a not so innocent intent, trying to immediatly restrain you but you manage to get away from him and run away

Although if he did find you when the serpent were harrasing you he will imediatly call him out, first just threating him to leave you alone and it would depend on the next move of the serpent if he attack him or not

However Buddha will be really mad for the whole situation, and even when his blood is boiling he tries to remind calm and focus only on you right now. His first course of action is to make you feel safe, even if the serpent doesn't manage to do something serious is still a traumatic experience so he, first of all, is making sure you realice that you are with him and that you are safe now

He want to know exactly what happened but will take things slowly, not wanting to make you relive that experience, as well he is just focusing in your comfort, asking you if is alright for him to touch you before doing it, even if he just want to hold your hand, and every touch is the most gently and sweetly

Also, if you tell him that you managed to defend yourself from him, either just enough to get away or to fully beat him he is truly proud of you and he won't hesitant on telling you so

Is for sure that he will go and give a lesson to the serpent but he isn't going to even think on leaving your side before making sure you will be fine if he leave you for a moment, it doesn't matter if it takes you a long time or just a little while to feel comfortable again

Buddha think in just scare the hell of him, threatening to kill him but that will vary according to how much it affected you (specially if you prefer for him to not use violence), however if the bastard dare to try to turn around things against you and try to blame you Buddha will react immediatly and kill him

After this Buddha will be hesitant to let you alone, for yours and his sake, as well he will feel kinda guilt about the whole thing (specially if it affected you a lot), and he prefers to don't talk about it again just because he doesn't want to bring you bad memories, but if you want to talk about it or it helps you doing it he has not problem with hearing you vent

Hades

Hades is really caring and he loves being by your side, whenever you go out if he has the opportunity and you let him he will love to go with you but if you want to go alone or he is busy he has no problem with you going alone (although he always recommend for you take a guard with you)

This would happen one of those moments where you went out alone, the serpent tanking advantage of it or even knocking out whoever where with you. It could be that either you manage to get away from him or someone else helped you, but still the serpent try to sneak away because he isn't that stupid to stay there waiting for Hades to appear

It also could be that he find you while the serpent were attacking you and in that case he inmediatly react, harshly separating the two of you two and putting you behind him while angrily threating the serpent, demanding an explanation

Doesn't matter how it happen the moment the news of you being harrased reach him he is immediatly furious, he drops everything he is doing and just runs to your side (in case you weren't the one telling him), he doesn't want to force you to talk about it but he needs to know so with the most sweet and gentle voice he ask you what happened, if you let him he will like to hold you close but if you prefer to not be touched he is totally fine with it

Hades holds all the patience in the world for you so you can use all the time you need to recover, but he want for you to keep going and don't get caught in the bad memories, he will bring you everything you ask for your comfort as well as pass all the time you need by your side, nothing will make him happier to help you feel safe and comfortable again

Just as much as he is focused in your comfort he is focused on making the serpent pay for what he had done, so he waste no time and ask the guards to bring the bastard to him imediatly (he would go to search him himself but he doesn't want to leave you alone), and even when he is furious he try to be fair and don't let himself get carry for the anger, although he is on the edge so it just take him trying to blame you or even you getting scare for his presence and Hades will let get out his anger on him

After everything is solved Hades stay really caring and gentle with you, he doesn't want to rush you so he will be pretty protective until he knows you are better (and not just masking or trying to ignore what happened), also he offered an apology for what happened, he knows he wasn't the one who attacked you but he can't help but feel guilty for not protecting you

Thor

Being in a relationship with you vanish Thor's apathy and boredom, but that is just one of all the reasons he has of why he loves spending time with you, so even when he doesn't say much or even if is just being physicaly close he loves spending time with you, although he totally respect that you want to have time alone and others times he just get too busy so you two will have to separate

It has to be in one of those moments where you were alone when the serpent taked the opportunity to attack you, trying to be quickly or even trying to take you somewhere else, it could be that you manage to run away or that someone else helped you, but in that moment the serpent will just snuck knowing what fate awaits for him if he doesn't run away

Although if Thor manage to get in time and see the serpent harrasing you he is furious and react immediatly, it would be almost a miracle that he doesn't hurt you when he separate him from you, with one of his hands he holds the serpent almost crushing him (as if his gaze wasn't enough to almost kill him) while with the other he is pushing you behind him

His reaction is still pretty bad when he gets the news of what happened to you, he is furious at the bastard and imediatly gets going to searching him, he will make him pay just for even just think on touching you, it doesn't matter if this doesn't affected you much because this is something unpardonable

The only thing that can stop him right now is you, asking him to please just stay by your side, if that is what you wish he then he will stay, but just until you are more calm or even fall sleep because then he will get back on track of searching that stupid serpent, he will hunt him if he has to (although he doesn't want to waste much time because he doesn't want to leave you alone) and the chances of him getting alive from it are minimum

After taking care of the problem Thor will completely focus on you, he isn't good with words so once he return the first thing he does is hold you close to him, gently hide you from the rest of the world, and he will stay like that for a while because he can't help but blame himself for it (specially if you still seem scare)

From that day it would take a long time for Thor to feel comfortable again with leaving your side, he want to stay by your side all the time, or at least keep you in his range of vision and he becomes pretty protective and wary of whoever gets near you. He just want for you to feel safe and comfortable again, he doesn't want for you to fear of being attacked again

However, even when his reaction afterwards is pretty bad it would vary depending on how much it affected you, like if you still seem really scare he won't leave your side at any moment, but if you seem to be handling it well he will be more calm about it and wont take him long to let you be alone again

[darkserenity24]

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉. 3

Loki x Reader

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 (𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 🥺)

��𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 💤

Your eyes shot open immediately as you stared up at the high ceiling in confusion. Something had prematurely awakened you. Before you could look at the clock to see what time it was, you heard it again.

Boom! Crash!

“What the hell?” you murmured raspily, sliding out of bed and leaving your room. You shuffled down the hallway towards the noise while rubbing your blurry eyes.

You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, your rampant nightmares on repeat which had made you wake up in a cold sweat several times throughout the night.

You let out a noise of surprise when you ran into something, stumbling back slightly before being righted, blinking your eyes open to see the hard wall you ran into. It was Steve. 

“Someone’s up bright and early.” He commented. He stood there with his arms crossed, smirking down at you.

“Ha ha,” you sent him a sarcastic look. “What’s all that racket?”

“Racket? You from the forties too?”

You rolled your eyes and Steve gave you a small smile before it dimmed. He pursed his lips before looking down the hall. You became even more confused as you witnessed construction workers carrying things in and out of a room.

“They’re renovating per Stark’s instructions.”

You raised a brow. “Oh? What for?”

Steve glanced at you bemusedly. “More like who.”

“It’s for Loki.” a gruff voice interjected. You turned your head to see Bucky slowly walking closer with his hands in his pockets. “We made an agreement with Tony that he’d have to be on the same floor as us. Hopefully, it’ll prevent him from trying anything stupid.”

Your brows shot up in surprise. “That’s… good…  I think.”

“It’s a lose-lose situation for all of us if you ask me,” Steve grumbled, gaze narrowed at the sight of the workers as if he was upset with them for simply doing their job.

Bucky rolled his eyes at Steve’s dramatics. “Don’t listen to him. He has his own issues he’s dealing with right now.”

“And you don’t?” You asked Bucky. “The last I heard, you weren’t so pleased at the fact that Loki was staying here with us on Earth,”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know, and I’m still not in full agreement but it’s already been decided. I’d rather move on and try to make the best of it than throw a tantrum.” He smirked over at Steve who was now glaring back at his best friend. “If you keep this up you’re gonna blow a gasket or somethin’ in that ancient body of yours.”

Steve scoffed, a bit of mirth creeping up on his features. “You’re one to talk, buddy.”

You slowly walked towards the room, filtering out their old man jabs at one another as you looked around curiously. There was clearly still more work to do but it was sure to be finished in no time. 

Since you left the medical floor, everything seemed to be going so fast, and this was probably the first time you felt the gravity of what was actually happening. 

Loki was free and would be living on the top floor with the rest of you, and he was now completely your responsibility.

You did not see Loki for most of the day, assuming he was with Thor who was also MIA. You spent some time with your father, shocked at the news that he was planning on moving out of the tower soon. And not just moving to another place in the city, he was moving all the way to the UK to start his own practice. 

As happy as you were for him, you were also feeling a bit sad. Yes, you were a full on adult now, but you’ve never lived so far away from him. He was always there since you could remember, and now you wouldn’t be able to see him as often. The thought of being on your own made you scared at first, but then you remembered all the wonderful people you still had to support and be there for you. This was something that inevitably was going to happen and it was needed in order for you to be more independent like you truly wanted to be.

Sam must have noticed your gloomy mood, encouraging you to join the team game night that you were planning to skip.

“I don’t know,” you droned. “I think I just need to be alone for a while.”

Sam gave you a sympathetic look. “That’s not what you need. Come on, if you still think you need some space after ten minutes, I won’t stop you from leaving.”

You reluctantly obliged, arriving at the game night wishing you were sulking in your bed instead. But to your surprise, you ended up having much more fun than you expected to. 

You weren’t the best at board games but you sure gave Tony out of all people a run for his money. By the end of the night, most everyone had left to retire to bed. You, Wanda, and Sam being the only ones left in the room playing a game of cards.

You glanced across the table at the gorgeous witchy woman, deciding now was the perfect time to talk to her about what she said at the meeting. “I hadn’t gotten the chance to thank you for what you did for Loki. I know that wasn’t the most popular opinion but you really stood up for him. So yeah, thank you.”

She smirked, looking down at the cards she held in her manicured hands. “If I am being honest, I did that mostly for you. I know how much work you’ve put into his rehabilitation and I know you are capable of transforming him into something greater. Everyone does, but they are too afraid to admit it because of their fears, ego, or whatever else that’s keeping them so closed-minded.” 

She peered up at you. “They pretend to not remember that we all have made mistakes in the past, and have all done unspeakable things for the people we love. I was once on the wrong side of humanity too, scared, angry and seeking justice for my country. So was Natasha, Bucky, Tony, and even Steve. If they were given chances to start over, I believe Loki deserves one as well.”

You stared at her in complete awe, wondering how she always knew the right thing to say at the right time. She placed a card face down on the table, shrugging. “Besides, technically he was part of the reason I gained my powers in the first place. The mind stone from his scepter had quite an effect on me. Hydra made sure to use it to their advantage.”

You blinked, not expecting her to reveal such sensitive information to you. You had no idea that was where her powers had originated from. You understood she had a complicated past but Loki adjacently being involved was just the icing on the cake. 

“Wow, really? I didn’t know that.”

She nodded, “Only Tony does, and now you.” She looked over to the man sitting across from her. “and Sam.”

He made a gesture of zipping his mouth shut and you laughed at that before sighing.

“Your confidence in Loki is great, I just wish I didn’t feel so unsure of things now. I think he can tell, which makes everything worse.” You admitted with sorrow in your features. “I feel I may possibly be driving a wedge between us and I don’t really know why.”

Wanda hummed at that before leaning back in her chair. “It may be because he revealed another part of him when he rescued you from Jacob. A side of him that’s not easy to swallow down.” She said softly, causing you to look at her in surprise. 

“He showed you what he’s truly capable of, what he was always capable of doing. Something you may have ignored or overlooked beforehand because of your close relationship.” She hesitated for a moment before continuing. “The dreams you’ve been having are a culmination of your unheard fears and desires about what you now know to be true. However, they are not the truth, they are just dreams unless you want to make them a reality. You don’t need to be afraid of who he is, and you know he would never harm you but still must tread carefully. He’s shown you how far he is willing to go. For you and only you. You need to understand the chaos that can cause if it’s not tended to.”

You looked away, not liking how her words were hitting home. There was a sharp pang in your chest at the thought of what she was saying possibly being true. Feelings that you’ve tried to ignore were arising again.

You cleared your throat before setting your cards down on the table. “Um, I think it’s time for me to go. I’m really tired.”

Sam looked over at you and Wanda looked slightly saddened at your words.

“Okay, I’ll walk you to your room.” Sam offered.

“You don’t have to, I can go by myself.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know that, but how about we walk together since mine isn’t too far from yours? I don’t know about you but I tend to need some company when walking these halls sometimes. They can get a little creepy late at night.” He feigned a shiver.

You knew what he was doing but decided to entertain him anyway. You couldn’t say no to him when all he was trying to do was be a good friend. He could most likely tell you were still feeling off and didn’t want you to leave alone. 

You both got up to leave, but before you could get out the door, Wanda softly called your name again. You glanced back at her hesitantly.

She gave a small smile. “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you, I just want you to understand the reason you feel the way you do. That way you can decide what’s best for you.”

You swallowed before looking at the ground, nodding your head. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Wanda.”

Sam bade her goodnight as well before you both were walking through the halls in a comfortable silence. Once you reached your room, you thanked him for the company before turning to open your door.

“Hey,” he said, causing you to turn around to look at him. He scratched the back of his neck before speaking. “I know Wanda was being a bit intense back there, but I do think she was trying to help you, in her own strange, off-putting way.” His face scrunched.

You nodded. “I know, I really do. It’s just a lot for me to hear. I feel like I’m going to let everyone down and just end up making a big mess out of things.”

Sam shook his head. “That’s not gonna happen. You know what you’re doing, just trust yourself and you’ll do great. We’re all here to help you whenever you need it because we care. Handling Loki is a huge responsibility, but something tells me that he’s not gonna make it that difficult for you. The rest of us I’m not so sure.” He smirked before his face turned serious. “I-uh, know about the nightmares Wanda was talking about. Most of us do.”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. Of course, they knew. 

“One time I heard you screaming in the middle of the night. I got up and came out to check on you but someone had already beat me to it. I watched him stand at your door for a long while, looking as if he wanted to walk in but he didn’t, which is good because I would’ve yanked him out by his neck.”

Your brows furrowed. “Wait, who?”

Sam paused for a moment as if he were trying to decide if he should reveal who it was. 

“Loki.”

Your heart skipped a beat. 

“He’s been checking on you almost every night since he’s been here. Hovering by your door whenever your nightmares start. Watching out for you in the shadows during the day, making sure you don’t catch sight of him since he probably doesn’t want to startle you. I see him all the time but I don’t think he cares much. He’s too preoccupied with keeping an eye on you.”

Sam shook his head. “He’s like some kind of dark guardian angel. It would creep me out more if I didn’t think he was doing it out of true concern.” 

You had no words. Loki was around more than you thought he was. You didn’t understand why he didn’t want you to know, but you guessed that he was trying to give you some space since you were acting strange the last time you spoke to him one on one.

You felt really guilty about that, especially how jumpy you were being. Wanda was right about your feelings of fear and now here was Sam telling you that Loki was still watching out for you regardless of how strange you acting around him. 

“I-I didn’t know he was doing that.” You stammered. 

“Yeah, I figured you didn’t. Just wanted to give you a different perspective. Hopefully, it’ll help a little.”

You nodded, giving him an appreciative smile. “I think it will. Thanks, Sam.” You said with genuineness.

He made a funny face, waving his hand. “It was nothing. Oh-also, this is for you,” he pulled out a medium-sized notepad out of his pocket, handing it over to you.

You took it with a bit of confusion, staring down at it. It looked slightly familiar. “This isn’t mine.”

“Yeah, I thought it might not be. I found it in Loki’s old cell when we were cleaning it up. He’d probably lie and say it wasn’t his if I tried to return it to him, so I thought it would be better if you did.”

“Oh, okay. I will the next time I see him.”

“Cool, goodnight.”

“‘Night, Sam.”

You entered your room and went about your nightly routine to get ready for bed, aka preparing for a long and most likely restless night. Once you were out of the shower, you stood at the bathroom vanity, staring into the opened cabinet. 

A small orange and white bottle sat there. You sighed before grabbing it, opening it up, and swallowing the two pills that Dr. Cho instructed you to take every night. Were they working? You had no clue, but you also didn’t want to find out what would happen if you stopped taking them.

After swallowing down the way too large pills, you walked into your bedroom, catching sight of the notepad Sam had given you. You walked over to it, picking it up to observe it. It felt wrong to want to see what was inside, knowing that curiosity killed the cat and all, but you were not one to let that stop you.

You hoped that there was nothing inside that made you feel like you were intruding on Loki’s personal thoughts, but when you opened it you were relieved to see that all the writing was written in a language you couldn’t understand. It could’ve been in Asgardian, Jottunn, or even something else equally as foreign to you. You understood that Asgardian’s possessed Allspeak but this writing did not have that same effect on you.

You looked over the beautifully written script, flipping through pages before something caught your eye midway through. One word written in English out of all languages. Dove.

You tilted your head, turning more pages before pausing on something that almost made you gasp. There was a sketch, a drawing of some sort and the subject looked familiar. You continued to turn the pages, the sketches getting more prominent each time around before you finally accepted what they were. All of them were of you.

You in mid-conversation, you while laughing, you holding what you guess was a chocolate chip cookie, and even you while sleeping. The drawings went on and on and your heart swelled up in your chest. The way he drew you was so detailed and careful. He even got the little dove necklace that hung around your neck. It was like you were looking at yourself through his perspective, which you guessed you were.

All that time you thought he was just writing when he was scribbling away, but he was also sketching you. Was it out of complete boredom? Or was it something he wanted to do? There were no other subjects besides you that he had captured. It was sort of mesmerizing. Eye-opening.

You spent another hour scanning through the notepad before deciding it was time to head to bed. Before you knew it you were buried under the soft duvet in your bed, feeling more tired than you were before. You hoped that meant you’d sleep through the night for once.

That thought was shown to be futile when you were ripped from your slumber by the sound of your own voice yelling. You shot up in a panic, trying to catch your breath while covering your face. 

You were so tired of this. You wanted to sleep through the night peacefully, but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t. You felt tears of frustration and sadness quickly build before spilling down your cheeks. You don’t know how long you sat in bed weeping, but when you heard a low tone calling your name, you flinched, whimpering at the sound.

You stared into the darkness wide-eyed, breath hitching when you caught sight of a figure standing in the middle of your room.

Your sleep-deprived brain malfunctioned, thinking that you might have been still trapped in one of your nightmares. It was a lot different than your usual ones but conjuring up your very own sleep paralysis demon was surely possible.

The figure stepped towards you and you cowered. “Please, no,” you moaned dreadfully. “Leave me alone.”

“Dove.”

You opened your eyes, slowly turning your head back towards the figure as it moved closer, the dim light coming from the window outlining the person more clearly.

“Loki?” You whispered shakily. 

He held a worried look on his face, sparkling green eyes focused only on you. “I’m sorry, I understand that I am intruding in your space but I needed to see you… to confirm that you were unharmed.”

You swallowed, using your arms to sit up further. “Are you… are you really here?

“Yes.”

“Like, physically? Not a projection?”

He wandered closer until he was barely a foot away from the bed. You could feel his body heat radiating from him, causing you to hold your breath.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

You shook your head slowly before climbing out of your bed. You looked up at him as he stared down at you, observing you with a soft look on his face.

“How did you get in?” You were certain you locked your door.

He was quiet for a moment before speaking. “Do you truly think a measly Midgardian lock would be a formidable opponent for me?”

To your surprise, you let out a laugh. “You’re lucky that Sam didn’t catch you. He’d have your head.”

“Neither a lock nor Wilson would prevent me from seeing you. I tried to stay away, I truly did, but I could not ignore the sound of your distress. I needed to ensure your safety, to know that you were well. Are you?”

You smiled sheepishly before it turned watery. You shook your head, attempting to blink away the tears. “No, I’m not. I’m not.”

Strong, warm, comforting arms immediately wrapped around you, engulfing you in a tight embrace. You hugged him back just as tightly, sobbing into his chest.

“I-I’m so sorry.” You cried, not even knowing what you were apologizing for. 

He shushed you, holding you firmly as you made a mess of his shirt. You both stayed like that for a while and eventually, you calmed down. You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of being with Loki again. You felt safe. You felt secure. Being in his arms felt like home. You missed him. You missed Loki.

It was an odd feeling, and for the first time, you ignored the scary feelings that would normally pop into your mind and make you pull away and hide away from him. You swallowed down your fears and worries and just let him hold you.

Neither of you said anything else that night, both of you laying embraced together on your bed as you fell into a peaceful slumber, not waking up anytime throughout the rest of the night.

Story Masterlist

✦ 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰. 𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 ;)

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[runningw-thewolves]

Incorrect Statements about Fenrir

(Not calling names or pointing fingers. If anyone starts drama then that’s on them.)

“Fenrir is nothing but a wild animal.”

And this is exactly why wolf culls happen. In the year 2024, when we have proof of animals having individual cultures and possibly religions (see corvids, elephants and monkeys), proof wolves will do everything they can to avoid us, and more than enough proof of their social hierarchy, you’d think this sentiment would’ve died by now. But nope. If Fenrir is a wolf, do forgive me for suspecting he acts like a fucking wolf.

“Fenrir will keep you at arms length.”

Back to the point of wolves being scared of people; if he’s keeping you at arms length, it’s probably cause he doesn’t trust you. And there’s only one reason he wouldn’t trust you; you don’t trust him. I know, shocker! A wolf who has learned to avoid people who treat him with hate, fear and ire avoids people who treat him with hate, fear and ire. Who would’ve thought?

“Fenrir is like a military boot camp.”

Tell me you think of Fenrir as just bloodthirsty without telling me you think of him as just bloodthirsty. I suspect this goes back to the idea of snarling, child-killing, Black muscular hulks of beasts that has been run into the ground as a stereotype. He may be stern and thorough, but he’s not a military drill sergeant. He is not aggression and macho-hyper-masculinity.

“Fenrir is evil.”

Wolves are keystone species. If you take them out, the entire ecosystem collapses. Ask Yellowstone how it found out. Fenrir isn’t evil in the same way Odin isn’t good. There’s no “good vs bad” in Heathenry, merely actions and consequences. Cut it out.

“Fenrir will not comfort you.”

When a wolf dies in a pack, the entire pack mourns. Some packs will break apart after the deaths of the breeding pair. If one of the breeding pair dies, the other mourns. Even after misbehaving members are corrected wolves will give them affirming licks to remind them they are family. What makes you think Fenrir wouldn’t apply to any of this? What makes you think that if a follower, a member of his pack, is suffering that he’ll just sit on the side and watch?

Funny thing is, if I said any of these sentiments but with one of the Aesir I’d get instant clap back.

“Thor is just a drunk swinging a hammer during temper tantrum.” - Not true at all; none of these define him. So why then is Fenrir shoved in a books of assumptions?

“Heimdall will keep you at arms length.” - For what reason? If y’all trust each other, what would be the problem?

If you wouldn’t say it about the Aesir or Vanir, then don’t say it about Fenrir either. Quit trying to paint him as a demon or devil.

[lokidips]

How would loki react if he had an accident infornt of anyone :<

apologies anon, this turned from an imagine to a short fic. I hope this is okay <3

thank you for sending this in!!

Set in New Asgard, AU everyone lives

1425 words. age regression, mentioned diapers, accidents

The meeting wasn’t supposed to go so long. It was only set from eleven to eleven-thirty, but it was well into one now. Loki wouldn’t be bothered by this if it weren’t for the fact that it was almost ten minutes past his usual nap time, and he was beginning to feel quite sleepy. He had kicked Thor’s leg under the table a few times to remind him, but his big brother had leaned over a moment later and quietly told him to be patient. Which wasn’t fair at all, in his opinion. He didn’t even want to be here in the first place, the only reason he was, was because Thor didn’t want to leave him at home alone. And if he was honest, he didn’t like being alone, so that was a welcome decision, he just wished they had fun jobs to do, instead of sitting here for ages listening to old men talk about selling fish.

He had been woken quite rudely this morning too. Thor had slept in and therefore so had Loki. He had been shaken awake, quickly dressed and ushered out the bedroom for toast on the go. Not even a bottle, which he hadn’t detested openly only because he had been too dazed to comprehend what was happening. He had asked why Brunnhilde couldn’t just babysit him, but she was at the meeting too, sitting right across from him. When he had been twisting his spinny chair back and forth, she had smiled at him and lifted a finger to her lips. The chair was a bit too squeaky.

Someone began to raise their voice from across the table and it startled Loki, where he was trying to sit still. He felt strangely wriggly, he supposes he was quite bored. The shouting continued with several people joining in, before Brunnhilde shouted over the top of them to be quiet. Loki sighed in relief. He was starting to get cranky too, today hadn’t gone very nicely. He tried not to be grumpy with Thor, because he knew running a village was hard, but he just wished it didn’t have to ruin his morning.

Loki glanced over at his older brother. He looked a bit cranky as well, maybe they could both have a nap!

He shifted again in his seat, before he froze.

Why—?

Why was he wet? He had a nappy on, didn’t he? That wasn’t right. The nappy usually wicked away any wetness, Thor never let him get uncomfortable if he could help it. He glanced down and barely contained a startled squeak. He was soaked.

Oh no. Thor had forgotten! Loki remembered now. He had gotten out of his nighttime nappy, but Thor must have been in such a rush that he had forgotten to get him into a fresh daytime one. How was he going to hide this? What if the meeting went on for hours more and he had sit here. He was probably already getting a rash.

He bit down on his bottom lip when it started to tremble and folded his hands in his lap, to hide his accident and to resist sucking his thumb. He scooted his chair closer to the table.

Would Thor be mad? No, no that wouldn’t make sense. Loki had had accidents when he refused to wear a diaper and he hadn’t been angry, surely he wouldn’t when he hadn’t even realised he was without one.

Brunnhilde was looking at him now, but Loki was too scared to look up from the table. He was trying really hard not to cry. All he wanted was his pacifier and to curl up in Thor’s bed, it was warm there and his wet pants were starting to grow cold.

At the corner of his eye, he watched Brunnhilde lean over to Thor and whisper something, before returning to her seat and calling for the council’s attention.

Loki felt a tap on his arm and forced himself to look up and meet Thor’s eye. He didn’t look angry, he look worried. Thor leant in closer to whisper, “are you alright?”

Once, Loki may have lied and said yes. Now though, he knew Thor wanted him to be honest, not convenient. He could feel himself slipping more and more and he was starting to feel really yucky. Loki shook his head. No, he wasn’t alright.

Thor just frowned and ran a hand over Loki’s arm, before leaning back to say something to Brunnhilde, who was wrapping the meeting up. Council members were starting to stand and leave the room. Brunn stood too and seemed to be ushering them out with more vigour this time. Loki felt his shoulders begin to sag with both relief and exhaustion.

Thor left his chair to stand over Loki and pass words with the people leaving, all while keeping a hand firm on Loki’s shoulder.

When they had all finally left the room, Thor immediately crouched down to Loki’s level and pinned him with a searching gaze. Loki didn’t like it and looked back at the table.

“Loki?”

His vision was beginning to blur, and he knew he was pouting in an attempt to not cry. But it was pointless, everyone was gone and he just wanted—he wanted Thor.

He let out a sob and brought up a fist in a futile attempt to wipe away the tears that began to cascade down his flushed cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” he heard Thor say, before he was pulled sideways in a hug. It was nice and warm, but he was still wet and cold. He cried harder, not at all perturbed when Brunnhilde sidled back into the room. A hand rubbed up his back.

“I didn’t think a missed nap would upset you so much,” Thor said, his voice rumbling through his chest pleasantly. But that wasn’t it! Loki let out an exceptionally loud wail to get across his discontent.

“Thor, you might want to get him up.”

There was a pause, before Loki was hefted to his feet by hands under his armpits. He opened his eyes and watched as Thor and Brunnhilde took him in. Simultaneous realisation passed through both their faces, and Loki may have laughed it weren’t for how keenly aware he was of how his jeans stuck to his legs. He kept his arms held high at his shoulders, as if he could distance himself from his own mess.

“Oh, Loki… I’m so sorry.”

At the sound of Thor’s sympathy and guilt, Loki began to wail and sob in earnest.

He was pulled into strong arms again, and the large hand returned to his back. They stayed like that for a short while, but it didn’t take long for Loki to grow fussy and start tugging at his pants. Perhaps if he could just get them off…

Thor pulled his hands away gently, before pulling off his own sweater. “Not yet brother, we need to get you home.” He tugged the sweater over Loki’s head. It was too big and hung over his fingers and almost came down to his knees. It hid his accident, he realised. Thor was very smart, he concluded in that moment, even if he forgot Loki’s diaper that morning.

“You can go out the back door,” Brunnhilde said to their left. Loki almost jumped, he had forgotten she was there. “Away from the people’s eyes.” Loki watched Thor nod, before he started to gather the papers on the table. Brun grabbed them from his hands, however.

“I’ll take care of those, you focus on Loki.” She turned to Loki then, giving him an uncharacteristically soft smile and running a hand through his hair before she turned on her heel and headed out the door.

Thor took his hand and headed straight for the opposite door, the one that lead to the back of the village. Brunnhilde was really smart too, he realised as they stepped outside and began their trek up the hill to their cabin.

There was no one on this side of the village, only the occasional rabbit, so Loki finally put his thumb between his teeth.

Loki sniffled and turned to look up at Thor.

“T’or?”

“Hm?”

“Boddle n’ na’?” He asked around his thumb. Thor chuckled and turned to give Loki a smile. Loki liked his big brother’s smile.

“Yeah, Lo. A bottle and a nap, just for you.”

Loki smiled back.

“As soon as you have a bath and get a nappy on.”

He couldn’t argue with that, not this time.

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Once upon a time when employees are being interviewed at SI:

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Interviewer: So what is it like working for Iron Man?

Employee A: Oh! Easy question. I like that. It is an honor, you know. It's what I thought when I joined, and it still is now. But also, I did not expect that SI is a place where we are allowed to prioritize things like family. Like last time, I left my phone on silent at my desk cause I had to go to a meeting. My kid at home was having an emergency and I couldn't be reached. But apparently, Friday, Mr. Stark's AI, keeps track of phone vibrations so she made the report and someone came to notify me. I didn't even know there was a protocol for that. Turns out my daughter was having her period for the first time! And I'm a single father so I had no idea what to do and I was panicking. Next thing I know, an SI nurse came and apparently she was sent by Mr. Stark to walk me through how to help. Apparently, Fri also caught my panic rumblings and triggered 'YOU ARE NOT ALONE PROTOCOL' or something. (*laughing*) The next week, we received an official email introducing a new department called Human Care. They encourage everyone to reach out if we ever find ourselves out of our depths on non company emergency matters.

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Interviewer: How long have you been working here?

Employee B: Eight years, two months, six days and counting.

Interviewer: What's the weirdest thing you've witnessed here?

Employee B: (blanks out)

Employee B (struggling to think): Ahm. Really? Just one? Er- That's a tough one. Maybe that one time they set up a room for everyone to try lifting Thor's hammer? Or wait, no, maybe that time there when flying roombas were everywhere following Mr. Stark and reminding him to eat? Or when a villain came via the vents but before he could come down, Hawkeye accidentally hit him with pepper spray? I don't know, man. Weird things happen a lot. We're used to it by now.

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Interviewer: Do you feel safe working here?

Employee C: Yeah. The avengers live here. But to tell you the truth, I think Happy Hogan and his black tux team of agents scare all the potential bad guys away. I heard rumors that Black Widow personally trains them. Like, I know two of them. Jake, for instance. He's like a giant, and he is intimidating but I saw him crying one time and when I asked him why, he just said Mr. Hogan.

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Interviewer: Which avenger have you met?

Employee D: Oh, I've met two of them. Captain America and Thor. It was odd but one time, they were in the cafeteria and carrying trays of food and I do not mean just one each. Nope. Like, a ton! Like they're feeding an army. But it makes sense. Can you imagine the workout? With bodies like theirs? And the battles they go to? Man, if I have to save the world from aliens, I'll probably need the same nutrition.

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Interviewer: Which avenger is the kindest?

Employee E: Ahm...We all know they're all badass. But kindest, I think Spider-Man. Last Thursday, it was raining, and then Spidey suddenly came all wet and holding a box and I'm gonna quote him now. He said, "Friday, can you please ask Mr. Sam Wilson Falcon sir to come down? The shelter is close and I have a box of puppies and I really, really want to bring them up but Mr. Stark is gonna ban me from the lab again."

Interviewer: Aww. So what happened next? What did they do with the puppies?

Employee E (grinning): Falcon came down, alright. But he came with Iron Man who zoomed past everyone to drag Spidey to the penthouse. I am not sure what I heard but he was muttering about oven toasters and frozen spiderlings? In the end, aome employees volunteered to take care of them. But I believe two of them are at the avengers' floor. We saw Mr. Stark ranting about puppy paw paint marks on his armani.

Interviewer (gasps): Oh my. Was he mad?

Employee E (ends up laughing): Mad? Try grunting fondly? Peter really likes those puppies. Mr. Stark tried to act like he hates them but really, he adores everything about the kid, puppies included. He even had custom made collars with avengers logo made for them.

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Interviewer: I'm sorry? The Winter Soldier was asking directions to where?

Employee F: The Lego Store.

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Interviewer: How would you describe the workload? Do you still get work life balance?

Employee G: I guess it depends. I work in R&D and we're all nerds there. So like, we're typically busy but it's play for us. Some days, we're really cramped with work, mostly when deadlines are nearing or sometimes, we're just really in the zone, we do not want to stop. Peter activated 'NIGHT NIGHT PROTOCOL' for that. Had Fri lock us out of the lab and we had no choice but to go home or nap at the sleep wing. And would you believe? After the product launch, we got emails on mandatory vacation leaves with bonus to spend! Like, who does that? So yeah, it's cool working here.

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And then, there was this:

Interviewer: How does it feel to be the heir of a multibillion dollar top green tech company?

Peter (stares quizzically, dumb-founded): Uhhh-....Look, sorry, I think I'm in the wrong room. I'm not- Maybe you got the wrong questionnaire? I'm just an intern-

Interviewer: Oh. Wait. Is it top secret then? Sorry, I was told of your identity as Mr. Stark's kid so I thought I could ask. But if you're not comfortable-

Peter: WHAT!?? Who said that? They're probably just joking.

Interviewer (chuckles nervously): Ms. Potts did actually.

Peter (freezes): Oh.

Suddenly the door opens and Tony walks in.

Tony: Hey kid, and Ms. Carrenland. How's the interview going? Thought I'd drop by for moral support, you know.

Peter (looks torn, but excuses himself to go to Tony): Uhm, Mr. Stark, can I talk to you for a second? Look, sir, ahm, I think there's been a misunderstanding. The interviewer asks me how it feels to be your heir. Like that's real. I don't-

Tony (has his brows rising to his hairline): Kid. Peter. Breathe.

Peter (groans and sighs embarrassingly): I just didn't want to lie! They mistook me for someone else. It was a misunderstanding!

Tony (smirking): It's really not.

Peter: What?

Tony: Kiddo, I was the one who gave Pep the approval to sign the questions. And really, you've been managing the R&D department and shadowing Pep at management for a year now. You never wondered why I make you do that?

Peter: Oh.

Tony: Yup. Genius child here.

Peter: I just wanted to help. You seem stressed out with the Avengers' work and dealing with the government. I thought I could lend a hand. I didn't- I don't expect you to- I'm not worth that, Mr. Stark.

Tony (scoffs): I beg to differ. Look, I'll be honest with you. Even if you aren't interested in the company, it's still gonna be yours. Look around you, kid. Do you think I let just anyone go around with a free pass at my tower? You have a room at my home. This place is your home, as where as everywhere else that I own. Plus, it's another motivation for you to take care of yourself when you go out as Spidey. Imagine all our employees. They need you, kiddo.

Peter (mumbling softly): I'm just Peter Parker.

Tony (smiles and pats his shoulder): And that is why I chose you.

[liesandmischeif]

A union of haunted secrets

Loki x f!reader

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Wordcount: 4.1K (this is way longer than the others I've posted)

Notes: I guess this is hurt/comfort? No idea what possesed me to write this, I’ve probably been reading Lolita for too long. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Warnings: Friggin loads. Sexual assult, implied neglect, readers dad is a dickhead, arranged marriage, mentions forced marriage, mentions of Odin and Frigga getting shitfaced on the wedding night (that ones only for comedic effect tbh, also very brief). Also, readers mum is dead. This is not sunshine and rainbows.

Loki was waiting for his bride to join him at the altar. As per Asgardian tradition, the two had never met before, although his mother had assured him that his bride was a good match: intelligent, charismatic, and apparently very beautiful.

The only girl to get through the rigorous selection process for the spouses of royals. Since Thor had fallen for that midgardian girl (what was her name? Jean?) since then, the advisors in Asgard had taken much more interest in him finding a bride and securing some line of succession, lest the worst happen. Loki just hoped his new bride would be up to the challenge. Being a royal was difficult enough working with other realms, running a kingdom, politics and diplomacy, saving face- especially with the public scrutiny 24/7. It was all a difficult juggling act, and even he found it hard to manage at times. Since Thor left and Odin was in Odinsleep, he hadn’t had an ounce of time to himself. Was now really the right time to be getting married?

The officiants voice boomed out over the hall. “All rise for the future princess of Asgard.”

Too late to turn back now Loki thought, turning away from the aisle. He wore his ceremonial robes, green cape and golden armour, with his signature horned helmet. All his black unruly locks had been swept under the helmet, so there was nothing obscuring his emerald eyes.

He could hear your footsteps as you walked down the aisle. Once the officiant nodded, he turned to face you. You looked… petrified. Your dress had long sleeves and was a simple, white, floor length gown that covered you entirely. A little plain for a royal wedding, although there was no doubt you looked beautiful. It would’ve been the picture of eloquence were you not taking such shaky steps, scared of tripping on the trail and going flying at any moment. You wore a beautiful silver necklace and matching earrings. Your hair was cut short, a boy’s haircut, which struck Loki as odd. Not that he minded, it was just notable because it was rare for noble women to have such short hair.

You joined him at the altar, and the officiant began his speech. Loki could see you weren’t listening- you hadn’t even met his eyes. Too caught up in nerves he supposed.

Once the officiant finished his speech, he told the two of you to join hands. While Loki's were firm and cool and steady, he could feel how clammy and warm yours were, and he could feel you trembling. He didn’t have time to ask you if you were alright, every eye in the room was on the two of you, and it was time for the vows. As per tradition, it was the groom that went first.

“Y/N. I am honoured to be stood here with you today. I promise you, you will have my protection, my loyalty and fidelity, my support and care, and one day, my love and my children. I can’t promise to be the perfect husband, but I swear I will always stand by you. This I vow before the Norns, and may they bless this union.”

You finally looked up at him. He took in your beautiful E/C eyes, filled with doubt and fear. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, a glimmer of hope. You took a deep breath and began your vows.

“Loki. I am honoured you have chosen me to become your bride today.” Your voice was trembling. “I promise you my fidelity, my love and care, my obedience and devotion. I promise I will be a good wife to you, and one day a good mother to our children. This I vow before the Norns and may they bless this union.”

“I now pronounce you married!” declared the officiant, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Loki turns to you and sees a flash of panic run through your eyes. He leans towards you, speaking in your ear so only you can hear. “It’s ok. Once we’ve done this, they’ll leave us alone. I’ll kiss you quickly and then we can leave- alright?”

“Ok.” you mumble. He looks down at you, and puts his hand on your cheek, coaxing you to look at him, where he gives you a gentle smile. He knows he really ought to try and calm you more, but any longer and the public watching will gossip, which you’d probably be worse off for in the long run. He leans in and pushes his lips to yours. You both kiss it just feels… clinical. Detached. Hollow.

The observers erupt into cheers of joy. The two of you break apart, and Loki takes your arm and walks you down the aisle. It’s then that he realises why your entrance earlier was so odd. “Where are your bridesmaids? And did no-one give you away?” he asks you.

He feels you stiffen beside him, suddenly tensing such that you trip. He had your arm and caught you, but you could hear the chuckles of the crowd, and quickly bow your head so they wouldn’t see you red-faced with embarrassment. “They couldn’t make it.” you say curtly. He can sense your lying, but knows now isn’t the time to probe. The two of you exit the hall with crowds cheering you out

Once you and Loki had finished wandering around waving at crowds gathered outside the palace, he led you to the royal dining room. For arranged marriages, especially royal marriages, the new bride and groom spent their wedding night getting to know each other, alone, while the guests feasted in their honour. For you and Loki, there was an expectation that you spend the night making small talk over dinner, then go to bed and consummate, so that tomorrow you would wake up “properly” married.

Once the servants had finished setting down the dishes, you both took your seats. Loki noticed you still looked uneasy, so he asked you what you wanted to eat. The dishes in front of you both were all traditional Asgardian foods, full of the finest the realms had to offer.

“I’m not hungry, thank you your majesty.” you reply quietly.

You see his brow furrow. “Darling, you must be starving. You haven’t eaten a thing since the ceremony.”

“I’m truly not hungry, your majesty. I ate before the ceremony.”

“Loki,” he corrects, because even though he can sense you’re lying, he knows not to push it. After a little chit-chat, you seem a bit more relaxed. He tries to get you to cheer up by telling you funny stories about him and Thor, which you laugh along to. Eventually, when he feels you have relaxed a little, he decides to try and find out why you were alone earlier.

“I didn’t see your family at the ceremony,” he mentions casually. “Were they at the back?”

You look away from him. “No. They weren’t attending.”

Loki looks confused. “Why not?”

You sighed. “My mother passed away last year, and brother is on Valenheim becoming a general.”

“And your father?”

“He said if my wedding day wasn’t as he envisioned it, he didn’t want to be there to see it.”

Now Loki really did look confused, “What?”

“He-” you stuttered “he had already picked me a husband. But I didn’t want to marry him. That’s why I tried so hard to marry you.”

A hush descended over the room. Loki looked into his plate and didn’t say anything, suddenly not feeling hungry at all. He knew of his reputation among the realm. He was the runt that Odin never wanted, that much was always clear. People were pissed when Thor delegated the throne to him after a trip to Midgard had left him with hearts in his eyes. He would be back in a century, once that girl dies, and then we won’t have to put up with the lesser brother. That was what they had all though when he had taken the throne. And yet, they didn’t know the half of it. Didn’t know what a monster he really was. So for this girl to choose a man like him- one of the most publicly disliked of the realm- she really must have been desperate. Eventually, he has to ask, because it’s going to plague him if he doesn't he says to her

“Was that really the lesser of the two evils? To tie yourself to me for all of eternity?”

He sees you fiddling with the lining of your dress. When you eventually speak, he can barely hear you, because you are talking so quietly, because really you don’t want him to hear. But he might as well know. So, you find your voice and give him the explanation he has been after since he walked you back down the aisle.

“My father had a different partner in mind for me. It was a business deal. I was set to marry the owner of the rival company. It would mean he could use tax loopholes to “gift” the money as dowry, and he and his competitor would make millions more than they do now. They had all the contracts drawn up for when I married him. I kept delaying the wedding for one reason or another.” You were still looking away, but he could tell you were fighting back tears. Your voice was beginning to tremble. “He- my husband to be- was over thirty years older than me. He was a horrible man. He was going to give my dad shares in the c-company in order to get hold of me. I was well aware of all his other m-mistresses. T-they got in contact. Told me h-how he had b-bla-blackmailed them, and how I should run away as soon as po-hic-possible. So, when I heard that the palace was l-looking for a bride for the hic king, I jumped at it.” You can’t speak properly, so you just stop and try to get your breath back. Loki stands up and comes to stand behind you, one hand rubbing your back and soothing you, and the other pouring you a glass of water. You gulp it down, spilling a little on your shirt. It's only once you’ve calmed down that you speak again. “I know that’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth. I meant my vows, and I intend to keep them, but I don’t expect my family to support with anything, and if you were expecting to ever meet them or the like, I can promise you now, that's a slim-to-none chance. I’m sorry, I know you were probably expecting a dowry, or at least some kind or payoff for keeping me around, but there's no chance he’ll ever give you anything. I'm so sor-”

“Don’t concern yourself with any of that.” he interrupted. He went back to sit in front of you. “The giving away and dowry are all just symbolic- they hold no bearing on the wedding itself, they’re just tradition.”

The two of you fade into awkward silence. Loki still has one thing he needs to know though, and so when he feels the atmosphere has settled a little, he asks ��Is that why you were so worried earlier?”

“Yes.” LIE.

He doesn’t push it though. He knows it would only make dinner more unpleasant than it already is. Instead, he lets you steer the conversation away, but he knows there’s a little voice in the back of his mind that still wonders why your scared. There’s something else, and by the norns he’s going to find out what.

The two of you finish eating- Loki persuaded you to eat a little bread and cheese- and make your way towards his chambers. Over dinner, you seem to lighten up a little once Loki stops asking quite so personal questions. The two of you discuss nobility, politics, Asgard, other realms, travel, food, anything. You even give him (edited) little anecdotes of your own.

As you get closer to his chambers, Loki notices you get quieter, more reserved, more like when he first met you. And… lightbulb moment. It finally clicked what was scaring you. Now, all he had to do was figure out how he could get you to open up about it.

“Darling, have you met my mother yet?” he asked.

“Erm… well no, I suppose I haven’t.” you said, slightly puzzled at this new change in conversation.

Loki was slowly forming a plan, albeit not a brilliant one, but it was the best he could think of right now. “I normally have tea with her at this time of night. Would you care to meet her?”

You were… well surprised didn’t seem to cover it. “Er- I –alright.”

He took your hand “Follow me.”

He led you down golden corridors until you were stood outside the Allmother’s chambers. The two guards outside stood aside when they saw you coming, and Loki marched up to the door and knocked with his right hand, keeping yours in his left. “Enter,” called out a voice from the inside.

Loki opened the doors and the two of you walked in. The Allmother stood in a white cotton shift, her golden hair tied back in a neat plait. She looked over and smiled at the two of you. You dropped Loki's hand and quickly curtseyed. The two of them laughed at your formality, and the allmother came up to you and pressed on your shoulder telling you to stand. “You’re my daughter now Y/N. You don’t need to bother with such formalities.” she told you, chuckling away as she pulled you into an embrace. Loki just looked on, gently smiling at the two of you, and his eyes lit up a little when he saw you hugging his mum back just as warmly.

“Thank you allmother,” you say.

“Oh, please, call me Frigga,” she says, turning to her son. “Loki” she says, smiling just as warmly at him.

“Mother” he says, embracing her tightly.

“Who would’ve thought it? My baby boy getting married.” He just looks down at her, rolling his eyes as she continues “I wasn’t expecting company this evening. I'll go and send for tea. I’ll be on the balcony in a sec.”

“Alright,” Loki responds, then turns to you. “Darling, you must see the view. It’s gorgeous.”

Loki left you on the balcony a few minutes later going to look for his mother. He went straight upstairs to her study and shut the door behind him, turning to see her sat behind the desk wearing a curious expression.

She cuts straight to the chase, never one to be indirect. “Why are you here and not breaking your marital bed?”

“Christ mother, you have no filter.” He sinks down into the chair opposite. “It’s about Y/N”

“Obviously.”

“I need you to talk to her,” he says.

Now she begins to look concerned. “Loki, you’re her husband now. I know emotional vulnerability isn’t exactly your forte, but you-”

“No, I don’t mean that,” he interrupts “I think she needs a woman to talk to. A married woman. One who knows the… intricacies of marriage.”

“You think she’s a virgin?” Frigga asks flatly.

“You don’t put it delicately, do you? Yes, I think she’s a virgin. She was nervous at the altar, to the point of shaking like a leaf, then got nervous again after dinner. Could you just offer some words of wisdom? Reassure her a little?”

Frigga sighs. “I want nothing to do with your sex life ever again, understand?”

Loki smiles at her. “Thank you. I’m in no rush to do “it”, I just don’t want her to be uncomfortable sharing a bed. I didn’t want to scare her if we were alone in my rooms tonight. The poor girl seems terrified enough as it is”

“Alright,” says Frigga, slowly walking out of the office. “Let me talk to her.”

“Evening Y/N.”

You nearly jump a mile at the sound of your mother in law’s voice. She joins you on the balcony, having found a dressing gown to wear over her nightgown. “Loki will be back in just a minute, he’s just gone to fetch the tea. All the servants are downstairs, catering at the feast.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” you say lamely.

“I’m surprised to see you tonight.” she continues. “My wedding night was full of more romantic adventures, not having tea with my in-laws.”

“Oh?” you reply, far more casually than you feel.

“I don’t remember much, I think I'd had a fair bit of wine, but I remember Odin was drunk enough to lose his balance and fall out of bed halfway through the act.” You (rather ungracefully) try and supress the snort of laughter, managing to mask it with a cough. She laughs along too. “I couldn’t even help him back up; he was too busy giggling.”

She smiles at you warmly. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Any of your “romantic adventures” gone wrong?”

“You could say that.”

Frigga looks on expectantly. “Well?”

You look away awkwardly. “I’m not sure you could describe them as “romantic””.

“Then how would you describe them?” she probes.

You can’t meet her eye, but between the two of you there's a tension you could cut with a knife. Frigga knows this is what you were avoiding talking about with Loki, but doesn’t say anything waiting for your answer. You mutter something under your breath she can’t quite catch, so she asks you to speak up.

“Barbaric. That's how I'd describe it.” you say quietly.

Frigga is stunned. “So you’re not a virgin?”

“I wish.”

“Was it-” Frigga looks for the right word “forceful?”

You don’t reply. The air feels too thin to breath, let alone speak. You can feel your breath coming in short bursts. You feel sick and lightheaded, and even though you’re sitting down, you wonder if this is where you faint. What will she do? Will she tell Loki? Will she throw you out?

She does none of the above. She comes over to you, crouches down and takes your hands in hers, squeezing your palms so that you look and meet her eyes. The breaths slow and steady, encouraging you to do the same. Her hands rub soothing magic into your palms, meant to help slow your heartrate. Eventually, you calm down enough to understand what she’s saying.

“Y/N. Y/N, listen to me. Can you hear what I'm saying?” she waits for you to nod. “Good. Y/N, you have every right to be scared, and it makes perfect sense. But sweetheart, I think you need to tell Loki. I know it’s hard, and you are so brave to tell me, even when it’s clearly still hurting you. He’ll see that too. My son isn’t perfect by a long shot, but he cares for you even if you two don’t know each other yet. And I can assure you, he would never do something like that. If you could tell him, I know he would only want you to feel safe. And you are always safe with him, and with me too. This is a really daunting thing to speak about, and if you don’t want to say anything more than you did just now, that’s ok. But if there’s anyone you should talk to, it should really be the man you are married to. He’s worried sweetie, he just wants you to be ok.”

You nod, leaning into her arms, which she wraps around you, rubbing even more soothing spells into your back. “But I don’t want him to worry.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I don't know.” you croak out. “I don’t know what I want. My dad didn’t even want me. Once my brother was born, he was the heir to everything. He was the one to continue the bloodline. I was the disappointment. I was given to the nanny to be taken care of- out of sight, out of mind sort of thing. When I got older, he hired me a tutor instead. And this tutor, he was the only one who would give me any attention. He’d be affectionate, giving me hugs and kisses and he paid me attention. I didn’t realise what he was doing- I thought it was just a hug. I used… I used to look forward to it, because even when it was painful and I cried, I knew he’d always cuddle me afterwards. He was the only person that hugged me for years. My dad- three years too late- sacked the tutor and found me a new one. To make sure I didn’t “seduce” this one, he told me to cut off all my hair.” you run your hand over your head, remembering how long it used to be. “I used to hate my hair short, but I’ve grown to like it. And it worked at least, because none of them ever touched me. And now, I’m just scared, I guess. I’m supposed to have sex with my new husband when I've never… y’know… on my own terms. So I either swallow my fears and get on with it, or don’t consummate, risk the marriage being voided, and have to marry a man who I was trying to avoid in the first place.”

“Those aren’t your only options.” Frigga says.

“Then what do I do?”

“Talk to Loki,” she says. “He will understand. Marriage is a partnership; you both need to work together.”

“What if he divorces me?”

“Oh, darling, my son is no stranger to misfortune and misery. He will only want to help you. And let’s say he did divorce you; it serves no good to him! He will go back to being bombarded with marriage proposals left right and centre. No my love, Loki will not divorce you. I've never known my son to break a vow, and I don’t expect him to start now.” Plus, he’ll have me to answer to if he does, she thinks to herself. “Just tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Loki says, rounding the corner with a tray with the tea on it. You feel your heart drop.

“Something you and your wife should discuss in private,” Frigga says. “Now, you two can go and enjoy your tea but you’ll have to excuse me, I need to sleep.”

The walk to Loki’s chambers seems to take forever, even though you know it only takes a few minutes. Loki magics the doors open for the two of you and you both walk in.

His room looks different to how you imagined it. You thought it would be some kind of cold minimalistic space, but instead the room feels warm, full of beautiful old antique furniture and soft light from both the chandelier and the fireplace. Your heart drops when you see that the servants have covered the bed in rose petals and left you some champagne in an ice bucket next to the bed, accompanied by the champagne flutes.

Loki must’ve noticed your panic because he suggests you take the tea in his study. You nod and follow him through a door and into a room that’s covered in books. He puts the tray down and pours you a cup of tea, handing it to you on a saucer. He notices your shaking so badly he can hear the china rattling, and the teacup looks as though it’s about to fall, so he takes it from you and sets it on the desk, taking your hands in his instead. You don’t look at him. You don’t want him to look at you, because he’ll have that same hidden disgust everyone else at the time had when they all realised.

You never once meet his eyes when you tell him. You just keep talking until there’s nothing left to say, then sit there and wait for the axe to fall. It's all you can do now.

Loki gets up. He's going to leave. It's probably for the best. You’ll have divorce papers served for breakfast tomorrow, and then you won’t have to see each other ever again.

Except he doesn’t do that. He wraps his arm around you tightly. What the fuck? Why isn’t he running for the hills?

And something unexpected happens. You start crying.

Sobbing actually.

It's the second time today you’re crying in someone's arms when, a little over twelve hours ago, you hadn’t been comforted for years and years. Hell, you hadn’t cried for years.

And he doesn’t seem to want anything. He just holds you, which is good because you can’t do much right now except be held. You eventually stop crying, and the two of you migrate to the sofa. He’s sat up and you're lying longways with your head resting his lap, letting him slowly massage your scalp. The both of you stare at the wall, processing all the raw emotions that was the last few minutes.

Loki breaks the silence with the words you quite honestly were not expecting to hear in a million years. “I’m a frost giant.”

“What?”

“I'm a frost giant,” he repeats. “I thought if you had the decency to tell me your dark secrets straight up, I might as well tell you mine.”

You lie there in thinking. “Why aren’t you blue? Or cold?”

The moment the words leave your mouth, you can feel him change. He feels colder, even through his clothes, and his leg that you're leaning on seems to grow slightly. “How about now?” he asks.

You turn to look up at him. He has indeed turned blue, with a beautiful pair of ruby eyes. You can see his face is adorned with patterns and markings, which you go to trace with your hand but stop yourself. “How cold are you? Will it burn if I touch you?”

He doesn’t answer. He just looks down and takes your hand in his. He feels cold, but no colder than a crisp spring day. It's not the biting, freezing cold you were expecting with a frost giant. You just trace the patterns on his palm with your fingers until you muster up the courage to ask the last thing on your mind.

“Are you going to divorce me?”

He chuckles. “I actually prefer you being so candid with me. Why would I divorce you? You are brave enough to tell me your secrets after only knowing me a day. You're honest. And when I reveal secrets in turn that would make most people run for miles, you stay and accept it. You have a lot at stake, and your still here. Darling, my mother appears to have been right- you are a good match for me. Why would I turn you away now, when you have done no wrong?”

“Because you’ve known me ten minutes and I've already cried on you.”

“I don’t expect you not to cry, I expect that you let me be a shoulder to cry on.” he tilts your chin up s you’re looking right at him. He changes back to his asgardian form. “If tears mean you can be honest with me, especially about such horrors that you’ve been through, then cry your heart out and I'll still be here.”

You don’t want to speak for fear of bursting out sobbing again, so just nod. The two of you stay there until you both fall asleep. But when you wake, you notice Loki has wrapped a blanket over you, and is still holding your hand, the two wedding rings shining in the morning sun. And, for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel scared anymore.

[aurumacadicus]

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There were eight 69's in my inbox I just want you all to know.

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"Hey, um, so, hello," someone said, voice cracking.

Steve blinked slowly, not quite understanding. He'd heard that tone of voice before, but never directed at him. Normally Thor, or Bucky, or even Natasha, when she was wearing a tank-top that showed off her arms. Someone seeking help, needing muscle. Steve was scrappy, but he also wasn't the first person anyone ever turned to for help. He turned, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

The man who had sidled up to him was wearing clothes way too nice for the bar Steve and his friends called home base. As he watched, the man shifted, and he saw a peek of a red sole on the bottom of his shoe. His watch looked expensive, too. He bet the guy's buttons were more expensive than some of the liquor behind the bar.

"Hello," Steve answered belatedly.

"I'm gonna be frank with you," the man said, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "My ex is following me. I have a restraining order and the police are on the way but. You know. New York. So. Just pretend to be my date? Please? So I don't look like I'm wandering around helplessly. I need to look like I came here on purpose."

"Okay," Steve answered, the novelty of the request sort of making everything else absorb slowly. Then the rest of what the man said hit him, and he straightened up from where he'd been slouching over his beer. "Restraining order?!"

"You said okay no take-backs," the man answered, eyes darting back and forth as if he was already choosing someone else to ask if Steve really said no. "I'm Tony. Can we hold hands? Or. Like. I can go. Is there a bathroom here? Is there a window in it?"

Tony was panicking, Steve realized. He was about to shake out of his skin. Whoever his ex was, he was really scared. And he should be, Steve figured belatedly. From what he'd been told, restraining orders could be hard to get.

He reached out, bypassing Tony's trembling hand to instead grab Tony's chin, gently forcing him to turn to face him. "I'm Steve," he offered kindly. "Hi, Tony."

Tony squeaked, cheeks taking on a pink tinge. "Hi," he managed, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"Don't worry," Steve told him, trying to convey that no matter what, here, he'd be safe. If Steve couldn't protect him, his friends were here to take up for Tony instead. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Tony exhaled shakily. Steve took a moment to wonder if it was from relief or if it had anything to do with the shocked blush on his cheeks. Now probably wasn't the time to figure it out, he lamented, even as he stood from his stool to offer it to Tony and subtly waved over at Bucky and Clint by the dart board. They noticed, and Clint got Natasha's attention where she was talking with Maria and Sharon.

Good. Everyone was on alert.

Steve turned his attention back to Tony, giving him a kind smile. "So. Can't say I've ever been someone's first choice when it comes to choosing a fake boyfriend."

Tony swiveled his gaze away from the menu to blink at him, stunned. "Why? You're very cute."

It shocked a laugh out of Steve. "Yeah, but I don't look very strong," he offered.

"...I don't. Want him to go after you," Tony answered after a brief, uncomfortable pause. "He'll just feel sorry for you. That I'm your date. So."

Steve bit back the urge to grip his hands into fists. "...Hmm," he offered, instead of 'what the fuck' or 'lemme at him.' He patted the back of Tony's hand soothingly. "Well. If he says even one thing wrong, rest assured, my fists are up."

"Huh?" Tony asked, but Steve just patted his hand again.

[fluffyfantasticducky]

The Sound of Love

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki now an Avenger, is quite the reclusive and introverted member in the Avenger's compound and for someone who likes peace and quiet, it's ironic how smitten he is for the loudest member of the team.

☆ Word Count: 5,207

☆ Notes: Loki is smitten flirty ler. Reader is a mutant with hypersonic voice. This had been in my WIPs for so long, but I finally have some time off 😭 enjoy.

☆ Warnings: Anxious Reader, insecurities regarding voice and brief weight insecurities are mentioned. I am a sucker for opposites attract so the reader is a stereotypical sunshine happy go lucky.

Being an Avenger was interesting on its own, periods of strict dieting, rigorous training regimes, public events to raise public morale, testing out technology, political meetings, missions that lasted days or even weeks. Now, when you were, not only a former enemy, but the enemy, the original reason they came to exist… Well, it made it all more difficult to just do anything outside of the tower.

It made Loki concerningly reclusive. At first it seemed convenient, people were scared of him, so him wanting nothing to do with the outside seemed like a fair exchange, the facilities had everything needed to survive anyway. But it was only a matter of time until it became concerning.

So, Thor started doing his best to drag him along to his patrols and visits to town. Which helped getting less dirty looks from people rather when he tried going alone. But Loki always found a way to escape back to the compound and cut his visits to the town short.

But things changed the day he met you.

And Loki was not particularly one to fawn over mortals like his brother whose line of lovers could fill countries, not even over another god. While Loki had a fair string of lovers behind him, none ever really meant much to him or lasted much for that matter.

But you… you had something different. You were everything Loki found annoying. If there was a list to thing that got on Loki’s nerves, you may have as well checked every little box. You had a strict moral code and mawkish righteousness like the super soldiers, you had a strong temper and were very vocal about the things you did not stand for like his brother, you had a bubbly personality and enjoyed teasing and joking (almost flirting) around like Stark and the Falcon did and given your powers you tended to be quite loud. And somehow, despite all those things that could drive Loki mad, he was completely smitten. Which was probably the most infuriating trait you had.

Being placed together, Loki and you seemed to be like night and day at first instance. Loki noticed how you always seemed to be in a good mood and never denied anyone a nice chat, while you practically had to beg Loki to engage in conversation and even still, he’d seem rather bothered by being interrupted. You were always doing something to help around the quarters like doing extra dishes, cooking snacks for everyone, or wiping dusty furniture when you noticed something was dirty while Loki spent his free time with books are maybe an old movie when he felt like agreeing to enjoy human culture. And while you enjoyed reading as well, while Loki liked reading in silence you usually heard music earphones as you wagged your leg along the beat as you devoured books beside him.

“Hey nerds,” Sam stepped in the room. “We’re going dancing tonight, you two coming?”

“I’d rather—”

“Oh, which club?” you asked excitedly.

You had a way of peaking Loki’s interest when you spoke like that, your enthusiasm was terribly contagious, but he was too proud to do anything but pretend he was still focused on his book.

“Nat and Wanda wanted to take their men dancing.”

“Oh, so we’re staying home tonight?” you smiled.

“Do you think yourself capable of convincing Banner or Vision of socializing in a big club?”

“Hey, no judging. Besides, it’s more fun like that, we get to choose our own music.” You smiled brightly, you always seemed to have something nice to say about everyone. “Which conference hall are you gonna use?”

“2C, at 9 pm.” Sam grinned. “I take it we’ll see you there, mockingbird?”

“Yeah, should I wear something in particular?” you asked.

“Oh, how about that something se—”

“Sam, you finish that sentence and I’ll glue your upper arms to your chest.”

He wasn’t one to agree with the other Avengers, but that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing. And Wilson didn’t take it personal as he just laughed and left.

“Are you joining us, Loki?” you asked.

“I would rather stay here and finish my book” Loki smiled. “You go have fun though, darling.”

“Oh… b-but it won’t be as fun without you! Please, please, oh please!” you had your fingers tangled in a praying gesture and you were making the biggest pleading eyes he’d ever seen.

You were unfairly cute, but the power of persuasion you had over him was even scarier than the one from your mutation.

“Yes, of course” he sighed. “Thor would be upset if I keep passing up on your silly group bonding activities.”

You had tackled him in a couch in a bright hug as you thanked him over and over as your cheek squeezed his own, even pressing a sweet kiss against his cheek.

Between such affection and getting to see you dance all night was the most delightful way to spend the night he could think of. Next chance he’d even dance with you. Because he didn’t want to make the mistake of not dancing with you when you invited him ever again. Not that he minded watching you dance the night away.

And your singing, Norns, if you weren’t talking to anyone, you were always singing at least in a mumbly manner. Loki wondered how you could never go hoarse.

Every time you sung Loki’s heart fluttered. There was no right that your singing did the things it did to him. But he couldn’t help but swoon every time you did. And people were starting to notice. Karaoke nights were particularly interesting.

“The little mortal has a lovely voice, right?” Thor nudged him while you were on their improvised stage with Wanda, singing to Dance with Somebody.

“It’s good” Loki shrugged, trying to play it off.

“Yes, you seem to be enjoying it...” Clint said making a mocking dreamy face with along with an over dramatic sigh.

“Leave Rudolf alone,” Tony said.

Loki arched an eyebrow. Stark wasn’t the kind to be mediator when teasing took place, much less when he was tipsy like this.

“Being absolutely smitten over a human must be damaging enough to his pride.” He snickered.

Banner and Rogers just smiled amusedly, meaning Loki was not gonna get any back up from the more level-headed Avengers. Not that he expected it.

“You’re all delusional idiots.” Loki rolled his eyes.

But his attention was snatched back to the stage when you reached a high note. You had a good technique, your mouth opened wide with a smile as your voice reached a volume high enough that you broke Tony’s wineglass.

At this point, it was a normal occurrence. Everyone still remembered that they had to replace the old crystal dome on the recreational room with fortified polymer “soundproof” windows from that one karaoke night when they had you singing Dream On, the fact that no one left that night with permanent hearing damage was almost a miracle.

This time you didn’t seem to even notice the casualty of Tony’s glass, as you and Wanda kept jumping and dancing around as you sang happily with your friend. Loki could feel the heat creeping up on his cheeks as he saw how happy you danced around, and he could suppress the smile.

It was funny really, how much his mother would scold him growing up for being so impatient with Thor’s loud a boisterous nature just to end up falling for someone who was exactly that, maybe even worse. You had a lot of energy which was good because you always pushed yourself in training, but Loki never expected to be so drawn to someone like you. You shone like the sun itself, and being a frost giant like he was, it seemed almost dangerous to fall for you.

“Loki, Loki, Loki!” you jumped on the couch next to him, “Look, Loki!”

Ah, that was another thing, you had a tendency to say his name a lot. You were what Midgardians described as hyperactive, but his name was something you repeated a lot more than any word, and more than anyone else’s.

“A cardboard box?” he smiled. “What’s so exciting about that?”

“Oh, haha” you rolled your eyes, “My package arrived!”

You gave him a pleading look and he smiled. At this point it was almost a ritual, you got a delivery and you rushed to Loki for him to open it with a dagger he’d summon. Which had also started a game.

“What’s your guess, darling?” he smirked as his hand sizzled with his Seid.

“The silver twins daggers, I mean one of them, but you get it” you said firmly.

It was that simple, he had such a wide and vast collection of daggers that whenever you needed him to use them, you’d have to try to guess which one he’d summon.

Most of the time you’d lose give the odds were at least 50 to one, and it didn’t help that honoring his title, Loki would change his pick last second if you ever got it right. But today he was in a good mood, and soon he was wielding one of his silver daggers, it felt weird wielding the left dagger on his right hand, but your excitement to see you had got it right was worth it as you fell back to the couch with a “WOOO!”

“Oh, congratulations little canary” he clapped.

“You’re becoming predictable, Loki” you smiled.

“Oh, is that right?” he grinned as he reached to poke your side making you squeak.

“Would you rather admit that I’m getting to know you better?” you smiled.

“Loki don’t quit your dreams as an Avenger, you don’t have much future as a harlequin” he chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve made you laugh, and not everyone is as tough of an audience as you are.”

He just chuckled as he opened your package for you. It was two pairs of headphones.

“Another one?” he smiled. “Do you break them that often that you need to be in constant state of purchase? And what do you need the extra set for?”

“You say it as if I just compulsively and irresponsibly bought headphones!”

Loki arched an eyebrow and relished the fait blush on your cheeks.

“I re-sell the ones in good state” you mumbled.

“Right, whatever you say. That’s why you got two pairs.”

“No, uh... this one’s for you.” You smiled as you handed him a pair, “They have better Bluetooth range, the battery lasts longer, the headband is adjustable, and it blocks outside noise.”

When you handed him the pair, he got a better look at them. It was pitch black, and on the driver, it had a little golden sticker shaped like his helmet, he shifted it and the gold shone green. It was still weird how ever since Thor let his story be known people had become more accepting of him, especially people who knew that the Mad Titan was a monster had even come to support him, but the concept of merchandising his image for admirers to show their preference for him was still new to the former prince.

But the present was very pretty, almost as the little mortal gifting it.

“Thank you” he said a bit more softly than he intended.

“It’s no problem,” you tucked a string of hair behind your ear in a way that made his heart flutter.

“This will help me have a reason to not hear Thor’s drunk singing the next Barton drops by with beer.”

You let out a shy laugh.

“A-Ah… no, it’s for me actually” you said, “well, because of me, I mean.”

“You? What could I possibly need to avoid hearing you for?”

You shrugged.

“Thor mentioned a while back that you thought I was too loud.”

“He did?”

Oh… Oh that imprudent, bumbling, traitorous, airheaded, twisted oaf. That’s NOT what had happened. He remembered that conversation like it had been yesterday.

“Loki, there you are!” his brother had called him.

“Where else would I be?” Loki asked tiredly. “It’s too early.”

“Ah, I see the young mockingbird has kept you awake again” Thor said noticing the mug of coffee on his younger’s brother’s hands.

“We stayed up late talking, yes” Loki yawned. “Where she gets so much energy from is beyond me.”

Thor just laughed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this brother, it’s a welcome change, for sure, but an odd one.”

“What do you mean?”

“The little Midgardian has you completely enamored” Thor grinned smoothly, “I didn’t think she’d even be your type.”

“She’s… certainly different from what I’m accustomed” Loki agreed. “I’d dare to say he’s more rambunctious than you are. But she’s honest and strong-willed, a combination I didn’t get to see much of.”

Loki could only roll his eyes at previous relationships, because of his status he’d be greeted with two approaches: either partners who feared his rank and power and would submit to his will for fear, or even worse, leeches that would use him as a steppingstone to get to power (or get close to Thor). After a while Loki just gave up and played along treating every lover like a casual affair and soon move on to the next thing.

You, for once had no interest on royalty besides movies, you absolutely adored helping Thor prepare for dates with Jane which mean there was no interest. And you had no reprieve on giving Loki a piece of your mind when you felt he deserved it.

He smiled.

“She stayed up singing until late…” Loki mumbled, mostly for himself.

“I think it’s great.” Thor encouraged him. “When are you asking our little singing bird out?”

Loki chuckled, it was amusing to see how much better Thor adapted to Midgard expressions and idioms.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen, brother” Loki said with the hint of a sad smile. “You said it, we’re not exactly each other’s types.”

“It’s true you’re quite the somber one, brother.” Thor teased him. “And our little mortal canary is always loud and bright.”

“Thing I would not and do not tolerate from anyone else” Loki said looking at his uproarious brother. “But she would find me rather dull.”

He never said he found you annoying, quite the opposite. But he could only imagine what his brother had done. He’d seen it far too many times back on Asgard.

When Thor, Volstagg or Fandral wanted to flirt they’d have this ridiculous approach of sending another one of them to mess with the girl they wanted to impress, annoy her into flirting. All harmless fun and always careful not to actually disrespect the maiden in question but Loki still found it annoying and like Hogun preferred a calmer style for the first approach. At least it was funny to see their strategy blow up in their face and more than once get a slap in the face.

Thor must have gone to you and mentioned that Loki thought you were too loud to tease you on his behalf. Not keeping in mind that you were not Asgardian which meant you were not accustomed to their harsher approach, and much less that despite loving to sing you were profoundly conscious about your voice’s volume. Loki had always been very careful about pointing out when your power made you too loud. Gently placing a hand on your thigh to calm you down when you got overexcited and therefore loud.

And yet, despite all of Loki’s effort to make you feel comfortable around him, here you were, with a timid smile with the most thoughtful gift to push Loki away. Thor could officially be crowned as the worst wingman in history of all Nine Realms.

He sighed.

“Dear heart, I don’t think I need this” Loki said gently, “Not for the reason you think, at least.”

“I just thought you could use not hearing me blasting your eardrums when you’re reading” you joked, but the tone of awkwardness was palpable.

“I’d be willing to risk that if you’d believe me, I don’t truly mind hearing you sing” Loki chuckled.

“But my voice… And music taste…”

“Are both beautiful,” Loki interrupted you, “and no one has a wider range of music in the entire Compound. Which I recall someone scolding me for not expanding my horizons to human music.”

“Ah… well, yeah, but you can always get that from the others, oldies from Steve and Bucky, rock from Tony, pop and electronic from Pete, and when Quill and the Guardians you can hear 80’s—”

“Dear, you’re very optimistic I can actually stand anyone you mentioned” Loki laughed. “Not everyone has your luck.”

“And no one else here likes—”

“Aaah!” you shushed him covering his mouth, “We agreed to never talk about my sins. It’s our secret.”

The look you gave him was threatening but sharing a secret with you was exciting and heartwarming. More because it was the most harmless secret, but you still got embarrassed about it, which Loki found beyond endearing.

“Oh, really? I very clearly remember hearing you singing to the top of your lungs this very week to it.”

“Shhh” you whispered as you fought a giggle. “We don’t talk about that, only you get to know.”

“Good to know I’m so special” Loki chuckled.

“You were a happy mistake” you said squinting your eyes in joking manner. “But if anyone else finds out I’m strangling you.”

“What’s the expression you mortals have…?” Loki smirked, “Don’t threaten me with a good time?”

Your cheeks turned hot pink as you smacked his arm with a laugh.

“You’re pain in the ass” you laughed.

“Well, I certainly appreciate having some influence on your backside.”

You let out a screech as you began smacking his arm with a bright blush on your face. But as he should’ve expected your screech was loud and made Loki wince a bit.

“Ah… Sorry” you said as the mumble returned to your voice. “See? That’s what the headphones are good for.”

Loki scowled with a huff.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Before you had time to ask Loki had thrown you over the ottoman and with his knees pinning you by the shoulders and his feet stuck under the ottoman so there was no force on earth moving you.

“Uhh… Lokes? W-What are you doing?” you asked nervously.

“Testing how loud you can really be.”

What do you— Pfft!”

Loki didn’t make you wait for an answer (or to finish your question, that is), and he began slowly dragging his fingers across your ribs in a maddeningly gentle manner. And it wasn’t like your thin t-shirt didn’t do much to protect you.

You clenched your jaw as a big grin appeared on your face.

“Pfft! L-Loki!” you snickered.

“Yes, little dove?” Loki asked innocently.

Loki kept gently dragging his fingers across your torso, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your sides and ribs, in circular motion across your armpits and spiraling onto the center of your tummy.

All you could do was smack his legs as you tried to free your arms and kicking your legs on the air and your cheeks puffed with your jaw clenched as you did all you could to not burst out laughing.

“L-Loho— Loki please!” you looked like you were about to burst. “I’m behe— I’m begging you. D-Don’t!”

Loki just chuckled.

“Darling, I have not even started the real fun” he grinned deviously, “and you already look like you’re gonna puncture your own lung. Just laugh already.”

“I cahahan’t” you whined between the strangled giggles. “It’ll huhurt yohohou!”

“Beautiful little bird,” Loki smiled, “it’d be impossible for you to hurt me.”

He noticed the pretty rosy blush on your cheeks, and he relished the way you got flustered at his teasing. Loki simply chuckled and squeezed your ribs, now poking your ribs, drilling his fingers between each rib. Growing up both as the God of Mischief and with Thor as his older brother, he had come to know first-hand what kind of tickles were better to make someone laugh to insanity.

And that you did.

Your face was already impossibly red in the face, and giggles were already slipping out, so the poking were just the last straw that made you finally crack up. And you burst into loud laughter and crazy squirming, kicking your legs against the ottoman, arching your back and tugging against Loki’s hold as he tickled you to tears.

“LOKI! HAHAHAHA! W-WAIT! WAHAHAHAIT!” you screeched.

Loki winced a bit at your superhuman volume as a smile formed on his face from both pride from making you laugh and the endearment of your laugh on its own. Your pretty laugh only being further motivation to tickle you more.

But he decided ease off the tickling as he just stopped poking your ribs to gently scribble your ribs in light feather like touches. But by now your defenses were shattered to pieces and you kept giggling in soft wheezing giggles. He simply wiggled two fingers on each side as if he was striking chords of his old lyre.

“Oh gohohohod! How is thahahat so bad?!” you giggled in between hiccups and soft wheezes.

“I don’t think it’s that bad, you’re just that ticklish” he chuckled softly. “Look at you, you’re wheezing.”

“Hehehe! I’m not!” you hiccup. “Lohoki!”

The way you laughed out his name made Loki’s heart flutter in his chest. Your voice got high-pitched and wheezy in a way that was awfully adorable and it urged him to give you the biggest hug and cover your face in kisses and beg you to be his own.

“Loki! I'm gonna gehehet you back for this!” you screamed in a fit of laughter. “Stohohop it!”

Loki grinned without relenting just a bit, simply leaning into your ear.

“Oh, is that so? What makes you think you can get me, little dove?” he chuckles as he gently traced his fingers over your sides. “And do you assume you can get now, or at some later point when you are not trapped and helpless under me? Because all things considered...that sounds like an empty threat… my dear.”

The self-satisfaction in his tone was infuriating.

“You’re all mine to toy around with right now, little robin…” he said in an almost flirtatious tone.

“N-No! Loki! Don’t you dare!” you squeaked out.

He looked you in your eyes with a devious sparkle in his eyes, those same eyes Loki did whenever he got you involved in a prank that would most likely get both of you in trouble, and he smiled.

“I think, my darling…” he whispered softly, in a way he knew his breath would tingle against your skin. “I very much dare.”

And with that his gentle and nimble fingers reached your stomach, giving it a lot of gentle pokes and scribbling all over the skin poorly covered by your thin shirt with his blunt nails.

He knew that among the long list of insecurities you had, your stomach was high up there, and so he knew certain touches would make you uncomfortable, so he kept his eye on your face, paying extra reactions to see if any touch made you upset. But you seemed more focused on the sensation he inflicted on your sensitive skin, and your expressions didn’t reflect any sign of distress.

“Lohohohoki! Stohohop that!” you giggled.

“Aw… is it too much for you?” he grinned cheekily. “You’re quite the delight to torment though, and I wonder… just how would you manage this sort of attention… on the other areas you were ticklish upon.”

As he spoke he lower his hand to drag his fingers over your waistline from side to side in a maddeningly slow manner. The look of shock on your face was priceless.

“LOKI!” you cried.

“Oh my, my, little sparrow, are you ticklish here too?” he chuckled in an almost innocent tone as his finger slipped past your shirt as his nail scraped lightly over the ticklish spot.

But he did slow down, not enough to make it all stop, but enough to make you go back to soft laughs.

“Hm…” Loki looked at you, pretending to be in deep contemplation. “If I didn’t know you any better, I would dare to assume you are enjoying yourself.”

Loki had seen others in the compound tickle you before, he had tickled you before, and it was noticeable enough that you didn’t seem to mind the playful attention, given you hardly fought back or protested when.

You let out an outraged before a squeeze to your hipbones made you burst into giggles after a clearly involuntary snort that made Loki laugh.

“Oh, no witty back talking?” Loki chuckled.

 “Ihihihi! I’m gohohonna kill you!” you threatened him.

“Will you now?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “And how do you intend to do so?”

Rather than having a verbal response, he felt ticklish squeezing over his thighs and above his knees that made him jolt and bark out a laugh. It was enough distraction to make him stop for a moment, and he saw that little triumphant glint in your gaze.

“That was very very bold of you to make an attack like that...” he congratulated you, his tone menacingly impish. “But so far I had been gentle.”

And with that he shot his fingers onto the exposed hollow of your armpits. You immediately lose it when his fingers reach and tickle your underarms, immediately exploding into loud laughter once more.

“NOHOHOHO! NONONONO! LOKI, LOKI PLEASE! NOHOHOHOT THERE!” you squealed. “NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHAHAHA! PLEEEEHAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

Your voice turned loud, and the walls literally shook around the two of you. But Loki was unscathed, perhaps a bit stunned by the strength of your voice, but he didn’t relent on the tickling.

“Well, that’s cute… but just for your information…” he smirked in a way that, had you been able to see through your tears of laughter would’ve made you weak in the knees. “I am not afraid of your ticklish little fingers.”

He chuckled again, as his fingers wiggling more sporadically, almost vibrating against your skin. You let out a blood curdling scream before your laughter turns silent, your face is red like a tomato and tears just kept streaming nonstop down your face as your body was shaking like a malfunctioning machine, your entire body language making evident that you need a break.

Perhaps that was a good sign that he had to stop. So, he did.

He raised his knees so you could slip your arms from under his legs, and you immediately pressed them against your chest, laughing silently prey of a giggle fit in a state of euphoria.

“Did I just...go too far?” he asked with a sheepish smile. “...I think...I may have gone too far, I apologize if… if I... I— hmpf!”

Before Loki could register what had happened, you had cupped his face and your lips were against his.

It wasn’t exactly the way Loki had pictured kissing you, and by all the Nine Realms had thought about it quite in detail. But this was… quite different from what he had fantasized. Your faces were upside down one from another, and it had happened so fast that you had just got Loki’s bottom lip at first impact, and he had been caught completely off guard.

But oh Gods… this topped every scenario he could’ve mused. Your lips were soft and smooth, and the taste of you… Norns, it was intoxicating, and it made him feel light-hearted, instinctively making close his eyes as melted into the kiss, leaning over to get a better taste of this paradise he had just encountered. He mimicked you as one of his hands reached to cup your cheek and caress it with his thumb.

Who knows how long you were like this, but it was certainly not enough.

But when you broke the kiss the look in your eyes was of shock and terror as you cupped your hands over your mouth.  Again, not what he would’ve expected. He had not got any complaints in his past about his skills, so he was certain he was not a sloppy kisser to be the sole cause of that expression.

“I— no... I didn’t… I uh… I’m sorry…” you mumbled. “I— I wasn’t, oh no…”

“What are you apologizing for?” Loki asked, as he felt anxiety starting to bubble on the pit of his stomach.

“I— I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me…”  you stuttered and stumbled over your words, “I w-wasn’t thinking… I just… I felt giddy and… No… no, no... I’m sorry…”

Loki felt his brain throbbing inside his skull as you kept sputtering apologizes. A million thoughts rushing over his mind every fraction of a second. Did the kiss meant you liked him? But if you liked him what were you apologizing for? Or did you like him but not enough? Were you aware of all the feelings you stirred in him? Was this a cruel joke?

Before he realized what his body was doing, he had already smashed his mouth onto yours once more.

He wasn’t sure why he did that. Maybe desire. Perhaps just the panic of thinking that could’ve been the last time he tasted something quite as ineffable as you ever again and he refused to give it up so soon. Or he could simply have gone mad. Whatever the reason, he just prayed you didn’t hate him after this.

But to his surprise, you kissed him back, and he felt once again that peculiar wave of peace and simultaneous thrill running through his veins. Now pleasantly complemented by your fingers running through his hair, making him turn into putty in your hands. This time the kiss lasted much longer than the first.

Not that it left Loki quite satisfied… yet.

“S-So… Do I take this as a good sign that you maybe, sort of, kinda like me too?” you asked timidly.

Loki could help but laugh at that.

“I will dare to say so” he rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smile on his face.

“And that we could do that thing again… t-the kissing?”

Norns, his heart was gonna beat out of his chest.

“I would like that” he smiled.

You pressed your lips against his and that rush of excitement ran through him once again. Loki felt your lips buzzing as he heard the muffled laughs through the kiss, it made him laugh as well.

“What’s so funny?” he chuckled.

“Nothing” you giggled, “I just feel your smile.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I feel your smile curled up in a smile.” You explained. “It feels… nice.”

His cheeks lit up and he just shook his head with a smile before diving in for another kiss.

You were right, you could feel the other’s smile when you kissed. How did Loki never notice a detail as simple as that? It felt so lovely. Even more with the little hum-like muffled laughs bubbling from your throat as you kissed. Hearing your happy nervous laughs through the kiss was the loveliest sound he had ever heard.

| Masterpost |

[teddypines]

Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born. 

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story. 

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom. 

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk. 

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look. 

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits. 

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony. 

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor. 

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son. 

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.