#yayyy kinktober!! first time doing kinktober!

[spinchs-field]

feedism kinktober day 1 - transformation

taking “fat cow” a little too seriously…

[llxferim]

a/n: idk why i wrote this... also sorry for the inactivity I've been rewatching all of marvel and my Loki phase came back so I had to write somethinggg, promise I'll be more activeeee😭.

i felt so smart writing this guys💪🏻💪🏻

(something more smvtty is coming up next :))

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x Gn!reader

Summary: you have a yet another interrogation with the god of mischief, but this one goes a little differently

Genre: idk... theres nothing happening here other than flirting (Ik ik its kinktober but I wasn't in the mood😔)

Warnings: Loki, flirty loki, no yn, gender neutral reader, idk, yayyy

Word count: 2k

"Question for a question. you know, fair trade and all that"

it was Tuesday— meaning you and Mobius had yet another interrogation with Loki if you would even call it that. he wouldn’t answer a single question and it was becoming— really infuriating.

The metallic clang of the door echoed in the sterile interrogation room as Mobius stepped in, a clipboard in hand. He shot you a quick nod before turning his attention to the figure seated across the cold metal table: Loki Laufeyson.

Loki lounged in his chair, his trademark smirk plastered across his face, exuding an air of effortless confidence. “Ah, Mobius. How delightful to see you again. Are we here for a little chat or just the usual endless questions?”

“alright, Loki” Mobius sighed, and sat down next to you, clearly tired. “please save us the usual banter and just answer at least, some of the questions”

“why is it always you the one asking questions—?” Loki asked his smirk still slapped across his face “—and not you?” he added looking over at you with a grin.

“because—“ Mobius crosses his arms “my temper wouldn’t last” you interrupt him, giving Loki a sarcastic smile. “that’s exactly why you’re in training— anyways, let's continue” Mobius continues asking questions but Loki keeps his eyes locked on to yours, completely dismissing him.

“Training, huh?” he mumbles out. you try to ignore him, and just keep taking your notes.

you didn’t remember anything before the TVA, you just somehow appeared here about 4 months ago. whenever you would question how you got here, nobody would— or could, answer, so after some time you just chose to stop asking.

Then, you met Mobius, he offered you a spot as his partner but said it would take some time, which you had a lot of, so you agreed. it was your third month in training, you usually just had to attend interrogations, read books, and sit through some really long meetings, but, nothing serious for now.

“listen Loki, as much as I love our little banters, I'm not in the mood today, so please just answer the damned questions” Mobius was starting to get heated, he definitely had a bad day today.

“okay, alright, I will—“ Loki started, causing Mobius to sit up, surprised. you finally take your eyes off your notebook, wanting to know what he was up to this time.

“—but, only to you” he added moving his gaze to you. god-damn only if looks could kill.

You felt your heart quicken at his words. “Me?”

“yes, you” Loki confirmed, a devilish smile tugging at his lips “You seem far more fun than him”

“More fun how exactly?” you scoffed, trying to mask your surprise and the rush of warmth that flooded your cheeks.

Loki leaned forward, resting his chin on his steepled fingers, his green eyes glimmering with mischief. “Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps it’s the way you challenge me, or maybe it’s just that Mobius here is a bit too... predictable,” he said, throwing a playful glance at Mobius, who frowned in response.

Mobius huffed, arms crossed over his chest. “Predictable? I’m trying to keep this interrogation on track, unlike some people.”

“i mean, we could try..” you look over at Mobius

Mobius looked between you and Loki, hesitating “Do you really want your very first interrogation to be— him?” he whispered, or at least attempted to “he could be manipulating you”

“Or perhaps I’m just tired of the usual banter,” Loki interjected, leaning forward, his gaze locked on yours. “Why not take a chance? I promise I won’t bite—much.”

“what’s the catch?” you tried to keep your composure, focusing on the task at hand.

“no catches, promise.” he put his hand on his heart, crossing it. “Just a condition. For every question you ask, I get to ask one in return.” he leans back in his chair with a cocky smile “You know, fair trade and all that.”

Mobius sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This isn’t a game, Loki. We need information.”

“I assure you, I’m as serious as ever,” Loki replied, his voice dripping with faux sincerity. “But only you can unlock my full potential, dear.” He winked at you.

you shot him a quick look before focusing back on Mobius who was now standing up “fuck it, we tried everything else” he grabs his clipboard “I’m going to go get some pie” he says with a sigh and walks out.

the metallic clang of the door echoed in the room, you finally put down your notebook, and now your focus on Loki.

“all right, question for a question huh?” you ask, intrigued by what he would want to know about you.

“I’ll start, how exactly did you become a variant?” you ask your first question

Loki’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Ah, such a direct approach. But I suppose that’s what I find so enticing about you.” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “But tell me this, isn’t the TVA all-knowing?” he returns the question with a question

“not exactly” you slightly tilt your head “We know when and where a certain event happens, not why, at least not in detail,” you explain

“You didn’t answer my question,” you pointed out, crossing your arms as you regarded him with a mixture of frustration and intrigue.

“Because it’s more fun to ask you questions, dear,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But very well— You know the Avengers?” he starts “They decided to play with time and went back to retrieve something. But their meddling caused quite the mess—enough for me to get my hands on the Tesseract.. again.”

A smirk played on his lips, but there was a shadow of something deeper beneath the surface. “Which, I suppose, wasn’t meant to happen.”

you respond with just a hum.

“My turn” he smiles, “What drives you to work for the TVA, knowing how they manipulate time?”

you stop to think for a second “I don’t think it was my choice to begin with, I don’t even remember how I got here, let alone why.”

“and you don’t question that?”

“I did— for some time, but when I realized that it just drew unwanted attention to me, I stopped”

“alright,” you say before he can sneak another question in “My turn, pretty boy” his eyes sparkle at that “Mobius, he thinks he can change you, get you to work for the TVA, but to do that he needs to know why you do what you do,” you ask, genuinely curious about the answer.

“Isn’t that sweet,” he scoffs, “But I’m afraid Mobius is barking up the wrong tree. Change is a fickle thing, my dear.“

You lean forward, intrigued. “So, you don’t think you can change?”

Loki's expression shifts slightly, a flicker of something deeper through his eyes. “I don’t think it’s a matter of whether I can change,” he replies, his voice softening. “It’s whether I want to. Change implies growth, but it also implies sacrifice, and I’ve sacrificed enough.”

“What do you mean by that?” you probe, wanting to understand the layers beneath his bravado.

He chuckles darkly. “Let’s just say that in my pursuit of power, I’ve lost more than I’ve gained. Trust, loyalty, and love… they come with a price. I’m not sure I’m ready to pay that again.”

You can feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and for a moment, the playful banter fades, replaced by a sincerity that catches you off guard. “But what if changing means finding those things again? Isn’t it worth the risk?”

Loki studies you for a moment, his gaze intense. “And what if I fail? What if I lose everything again? That’s a burden I’m not sure I can bear.”

You take a deep breath, your heart racing at the vulnerability he’s showing. “You won’t know unless you try. Sometimes, the biggest risks lead to the greatest rewards.”

“Wise words, for someone so young,” he muses, a hint of admiration in his tone. “But I’ve been burned before. I’ve danced with the flames and learned that they can consume you whole.”

“Maybe you just need someone to dance with you this time,” you suggest, your voice steady despite the flutter. “Someone willing to take that risk alongside you.”

His expression softens for a brief moment, and you can see the conflict in his eyes. “You really are a remarkable creature, aren’t you?” he says, his smirk returning. “But it’s my turn to ask, dear, remember?”

“how could I forget?” you respond with the same tone, steeling yourself for whatever he’s about to throw at you.

The next question delights Loki so much that he leans back in his chair, a sparkle of mischief dancing in his eyes. "If you could rewrite your own timeline, what would you change?”

You hesitate, his question heavy in your chest.  "Honestly? I'd want to remember how I ended up at the TVA in the first place. That's a pretty big part of my life I'm missing," you admit.

Loki's face changes; his curiosity now piqued. "Interesting”

"To know why I'm here and what I'm capable of? it would change everything for me. but, What about you? If you could change one thing, what would it be?”

He leans forward, his chin on his hand, and a thoughtful look crosses his features. "Ah, the old me would say I'd change my relationship with my family. But lately, I've been wondering if I'd rather avoid the pain of it all and embrace the chaos instead." For one second, his eyes darken before he shakes it off, the playful glint returning. "But that's a bit too sentimental for my taste.”

You chuckle softly, "Chaos suits you, Loki. It's like a second skin."

"Yes," he says, the word dripping with irony. "But it is tiring, is it not? Constantly being at the center of chaos while attempting to maintain some semblance of control. What is the purpose of any of it when you cannot even trust those around you?”

You eye him, "Trust is a hard thing to come by, especially in a place like this. But it's worth striving for, isn't it?"

Loki looks at you a moment longer, and the easy teasing between you drops away into silence, an understanding. "You're more optimistic than I'd expect from someone in this line of work.”

"Maybe I just have a different perspective on what we do here," you reply, feeling a weird heat spread through your chest. "We're trying to maintain order, even if that means sometimes we have to play the villain” You stop for a second “At least that's what I think”

“Ah, a villain's perspective," he says, cocking his head to one side. "But what if I told you sometimes chaos is freer than order? Would you still want to impose rules on it?”

You consider his question for a moment. "I guess it depends on what kind of chaos we're talking about. There's destructive chaos, and then there's creative chaos. I think it's important to know the difference."

Loki smiles at your response, a genuine warmth seeping into his expression. "Perhaps you are not quite as rigid as I thought. Maybe there is still hope for you.”

You can't help but chuckle at that, and though it's unexpected, you feel your heart racing with this small, newfound connection. "Well, maybe you're not just a trickster after all, Loki. You have your moments of depth."

"Depth, hmm? I must admit, it's rather refreshing to hear that from you," he says, leaning back in his chair, that trademark smirk creeping back onto his face. "But I'm curious what do you think of me? Really."

You take a moment to consider your answer. "You're infuriating, charming—“ you start before the metallic cling of the door echoing through the room—yet again, interrupts you.

you both look over at the figure who walked in., Loki’s face unhappy.

Mobius glances back, his brow furrowing in confusion. “why are you guys looking at me like that?” he asks “What happened here?”

You share a glance with Loki. “Just a little philosophical discussion,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light.

Mobius raises an eyebrow, still suspicious. “Alright, but remember we need information, not a therapy session,” he says, his tone hinting at his frustration. He hesitates for a moment, then sighs. “Fine. I’ll be outside if you need me.”

“anyways, where were we?” you turn back to face Loki “Oh, you were telling me how charming I was” he responded with a smirk.