#yet loki already listens to her from the get go

[annachum]

The Warriors 4 and Sigyn's loyalty to Thor and Loki

The Warriors 4's loyalty to Thor and Sigyn's loyalty to Loki can be paralleled in spades

Like both parties are willing to risk high stakes for the sake of their Princes. Except, well, while at least Sigyn is more methodological and thoughtful about it, the Warriors 4 can be very impulsive

That being said, while the Warriors 3 are loyal to Thor as friends and bodyguards, Sif's loyalty to Thor extends even further - she was the fiercest in her loyalty to Thor. Perhaps coming from a place of unresolved romantic tension between Thor and Sif when they were teens?

Meanwhile, Sigyn is loyal to Loki as a friend, true comrade, lover and later wife. Sigyn's loyalty to her loved ones ( especially Loki ) is remarkable. And that often puts her in tough spots because her loved ones, as much as they all love her and want the best for her, often go against each other due to conflicting interests and some are stubborn enough to think they know 100% what's best for her WITHOUT consulting her first. That can sometimes put Sigyn at a conflicting stance between her eventual in laws and her own family

Anyway, luckily Sigyn developed incredible diplomatic skills that allows her to balance herself between her in laws and her own faction. As much as I also love Sif, she isn't always as diplomatic as Sigyn and often uses aggression rather than negotiation to get their means. Sif can learn to be more diplomatic like Sigyn , and Sigyn can learn to believe in herself more partially through Sif

On top of that, the Warriors 4 can't risk upsetting Sigyn gravely despite it all, or else they may have to answer to Loki's Wrath. Sif was lucky that Sigyn managed to negotiate with Loki to have Sif banished over trying to uncover Loki's ruse as Odin ( while Loki actually considered execution on Sif, which can greatly harm the relations between Sif's faction and the House of Buri )

[asgardianechoes]

Spilled Secrets

Loki x Reader Fluff

Summary: You secretly like Loki, but you’re kind of upset he doesn’t know… until he finds out.  

Word Count: 3.2k

It wasn’t hard to fall for him. Humor, charm, high cheekbones… he has it all. From his silver tongue to his raven hair, you adored every aspect. Despite his misdeeds, he was undeniably hot. He held himself royally, always maintaining an air of nobility. One meeting with him had you hooked on him, unable to let go or think of anything else.

‘He lives free rent in my mind’, you told Natasha one day in the living room of the Avengers Headquarters. Apart from Pepper, she and Wanda were the only ones you could do Girl Talk with. ‘I don’t know how to tell him.’

She looked at you sympathetically, taking your hand in her own. She had known of your crush since the day you started liking him. The radio played in the background, informing of some good weather, but neither of you noticed, both too concentrated on your current dilemma. Lovesickness had never been a significant issue to you before… until he came along.

‘He stole my heart… and yet he acts oblivious,’ you ranted on. Natasha looked up, smiling softly. She stroked your hand with one finger absent-mindedly as she listened intently.

‘He’ll get there. Or maybe,’ a small smirk tugged at her lips as she looked back up at you, ‘he already knows; he might just be toying with you just to see how long you’d last.’

You nudged her with your hand, a faint red hue coming over your face. He wouldn’t… right?

‘I mean-’, she pressed on, ‘it’s a very typical thing of him to do, don’t you think?’ She scooted closer to you, putting a hand on your back soothingly. ‘Playing with others’ feelings… I honestly don’t think it would take him that long to figure out that you like him. It’s really obvious.’

‘You’re not helping,’ you replied, looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to locate him through the walls. Nevertheless, you smiled softly at her teasing. She was always there for your small talks. After a while, you lowered your gaze back to your lap, reality sinking in and you felt the joy leaving you.

‘But what if he doesn’t? What if he genuinely doesn’t know?’ you mumbled in front of you, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. Once again, tears threatened to fall as you buried your face in them, softly mumbling to yourself. The fabric of your pants absorbed the salty droplets, leaving a dark spot there. You were audibly sniffing now. You felt her hand move up and down your back again, her words only muffled sounds. At some point she led you back to your room, leaving you to yourself for the rest of the night.

The next day you went over to the library. The Avengers had quite a big one, it filled the entire floor. Rows upon rows of shelves lined the walls and the spaces in between, the scent of paper floating in the air. You stopped at the sign that indicated where the romance-fiction stories were. If only my life was as nice as one of those, you thought, pulling a roman out of the shelf and reading the back of it intently. If only I could live in a life like that.

Sitting down at the table, you put down the book you’d taken out. Not gonna lie, you were in no interest in reading it. There was no need for you to get jealous over another made-up story. To pass time, you grabbed a scrap piece of paper and started doodling. Only the lines that the lead left only spelled one word, over and over again: Loki. You wrote his name all over the place, sideways, in cursive, in bold letters. Maybe it was because you were so concentrated that you didn’t hear the library door opening.

‘Oh, I see that I’m not the only one in need of something to do,’ a voice said, startling you. You quickly covered the scribbled paper with another blank sheet, looking over your shoulder. Thor was standing there with a load of books in his arms.

‘My dear brother decided to make me run errands,’ he explained cheerfully, certainly not getting the nervousness etched in your face. You nodded, looking down. What you would do to make Loki make you run his errands. ‘You alright?’ His voice brought you back to reality.

‘What? Oh. Yeah, I’m alright. Just… in need of something to do, like you said,’ you managed a small smile that was somewhat realistic. He just smiled and continued putting books back on shelves. Your eyes followed every single book as he put them back. Loki held these maybe even moments ago, you thought. If only I were a book he’d like to read.

Sometime later, he looked over to you again and asked: ‘Are you working on anything? Because that paper tells me you aren’t doing what you want to do.’ You picked up the two pieces of paper and replied a little too fast: ‘Oh, yeah, I just have to write something for Stark, nothing big.’ You held the papers a little more firmly in your hand. When he asked to proofread it, you declined immediately. Mumbling something about not being done, you put them back down, bending over it and pretending you were thinking about what to write. Shrugging, Thor left, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. But your relief didn’t last long; a few moments later, another person came in, and this time it was none other than the god of mischief himself. Strutting through the rows, you heard him pulling books out and putting them back in, as if none of the ones he found were worth his attention. Eventually he spoke up.

‘Why the tenseness? Is it your time of the month?’ he asked coyly. He turned the corner and looked at you. Your gaze dropped almost instantly to the ground. ‘No, I’m just…,’ you said, picking your papers up again, ‘just a little tired. Couldn’t sleep.’

His eyebrows raised as he looked away to the opposite bookshelf. ‘Is that so…?’ he mumbled, more to himself than to you, ‘hmm.’ You couldn’t tell if he knew you were lying or not but he sure seemed to deem you amusing. After a small pause he continued. ‘I would’ve thought someone like you would know that lying to me is futile.’

You froze. Of course you knew that, but how could you ever tell him the truth of your stiffness? He’s the prince of Asgard, rightful king of Jotunheim, a regal character, not some random guy you can just find on the streets. ‘Yes, of course. How could I not know that?’

He narrowed his eyes, his signature smirk widening. He walks up to you, his eyes boring into yours. His gaze fell upon the papers you held in your arms, a questioning look crossing his face.

‘Just… just a report I’m supposed to write,’ you lied for the second time, and he didn’t let that go unnoticed. He tilts his head, his eyes asking are you really going to do this? Because there won’t be a nice ending if this continues. He doesn’t say anything about it though, just nods slyly and walks away.

He pulls a further book of the shelf, inspecting it. Seemingly satisfied, he scanned it and left the library, letting the emptiness envelop you. You uncovered the paper filled with his name, unshed tears threatening to fall. Will he ever know…? Will he ever acknowledge my feelings for him?

You return to your room afterwards, attempting to bury your feelings down a deep grave. You sulked until night fell upon the busy city. Deciding to take a shower, you went to get some fresh clothes for the night. Soon enough, warm water was splattering down your body, warming your sore and mentally broken body.

When you came back out of the shower and entered your living room again, you found an unexpected guest. Loki was sitting in your armchair, reading a magazine. His eyes darted to you the moment you stepped into the chamber. You fumbled with your nightshirt pockets, unsure of what to do.

‘What, uh, brings you to my place at this hour?’ you tried, testing the waters. He doesn’t reply, instead he slowly puts the magazine down, his eyes never leaving yours. He shortens the distance between you, every step making your heart beat faster. When he finally stopped around a foot away from you, you looked down, unable to look at him properly. He was too much, too dazzling for your poor, tragic eyes.

‘I think we both know why I’m here,’ he says, tilting his head, eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t breathe, your breath running short. His aura surrounded you like a cage, keeping you trapped in his gaze. ‘No, I don’t think so,’ you replied quietly to the floor. He lifted your chin and forced you to look him in the eye, his face inches from yours. ‘Do not lie, little minx. I know what your problem is. You suffer from lovesickness. There’s a man you love so dearly that you can’t stop thinking about him.’

You shoved him away the moment these words left his mouth. You couldn’t, couldn’t stand his breath on your face, couldn’t stand how close he was to you. ‘Yeah, that’s right,’ you said, using indifference to cover up your shaking voice, ‘I do suffer from that. What has that got to do with you coming over?’

He scoffed softly, ‘Oh, darling, that has everything to do about me coming over. I imagine I can relieve you of your… dilemma.’ Your heart skipped a beat, hoping he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. You just shook your head, looking away. ‘You wouldn’t understand…’ you said, hoping he’d stop clawing at your secrets. But he smiled, nodding slightly and does the utter opposite of what you hoped. ‘Oh really? Because I have a very different opinion about that.’

Please leave, you thought as he said this, praying to the gods, please stop killing me like this… another minute with you will break me. But his next words proved that your prayers were ignored.

‘I’m the lucky guy.’

I’m the lucky guy.

These words seemed to echo in your head. So he knew. He knew about your helpless case. And he knew he was at the center of it. All this time. Or maybe just since today. But who cares. He knows. And your secret’s spilled. In a terrifying way.   

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You closed it again, looking anywhere but at him. In the end you settled with staring at his knees, which are pretty much where your eyes land when you look down. You were freaking out, your heart hammering in your chest. You needed to be alone. Right. Freaking. Now.

‘You know what?’ you said, your voice quivering, ‘I’m going to bed.’ You turn around and began marching with determination towards your bedroom door. Loki seemed slightly stunned, catching your shoulder just in time and called after you with worry in his tone: ‘Where are you going? You shouldn’t just leave me hanging, we should – need – to talk about this-‘

‘No, we won’t,’ you said, refusing to turn around and face him. Gods, if you stayed any longer tears would fall. ‘We shouldn’t, because we’re not-‘ she broke off, the words lost in her throat. Going to work out well was what she wanted to say, but she just couldn’t – wouldn’t – bring these words over her lips. Instead, she shook her head again and marched further away. Your sanctuary was so close… so close… But his next words brought you to a halt again.

‘Jumping to conclusions won’t help, Y/n,’ he said with a tenderness he didn’t know he possessed. Due to her lack of response, he pressed further, ‘Is that why you never tried to communicate with me? Why you so desperately avoided my presence? Because you feared that no matter what you did, the worse-case scenario would always happen? Talk to me, Y/n.’ His words hung in the air, thickening it. Tears welled up in her eyes, her mind reflecting on all the break-up and mocking scenarios her imagination had come up with. She whipped around, trying to keep her tears from falling.

‘You don’t know what you’re talking about. You have no idea what it feels like. You have-‘ she broke off again, a shuddering breath replacing the words she was about to say. You have no reason to love me. Not a single one. Tears began to fall as this thought formed in your head. The same one that brought you to tears every time. Every. Damn. Time.

He stayed silent, staring at the thin streams flowing down your face. Unable to bear the silence, you ran back to your room, slamming the door behind you. The moment it fell into place, the streams on your cheeks became rivers, and soon enough you were a sobbing mess on the floor. You were sure Loki could hear them through the door, but at that moment you didn’t care. He had no reason to love you, to care about you, or to even be here, in your living room, standing, stunned, in front of your bedroom door.

Loki felt a sudden pang of sadness when he heard your sobs. Looking down and deciding that it’s a bad time, he leaves, shutting your door quietly.

You didn’t remember how long you’d sat there, crying, on the floor. The only thing you do remember that is that at some point, you dragged yourself into bed and cried yourself to sleep. The next morning came in the blink of an eye, the bright sunlight waking you up. For a split second everything was fine. No worries, no problems, no nothing. But then it all came back to you and the feeling of eternal bliss was stripped from you faster than you wanted it to be.

As you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you saw something that certainly wasn’t there the night before. A small folded card was propped up against your brush on your nightstand, and your heart skipped a beat when you recognised Loki’s smooth handwriting. There was only one word on the cover: your name. Picking it up like a grenade, you opened it, expecting to see something that went along the lines of ‘I’m sorry, that’ll never happen again,’ but only found one line of words inside it.

‘Come over to my room.’

You blinked.

Come over to my room.

You read through that line a good five times before the meaning got into your brain, although the cogs in your head were still trying to sort this out. Loki – like, God of mischief and destroyer of New York Loki – was inviting you to enter his private chambers? Was this a joke? Was he trying to hype you up just to break you back down?

As much as you’d like to deny it, that order was a lot more appealing than it should be. You desperately wanted to see him again, even if it meant you could be broken. So after a moment of internal debating, you concluded that you will go pay him a visit, and will see what the hell he wants. Putting on some clothes, you set off to his room.

You half expected him to swing the door open and yank you inside when you knocked, but instead some green light shimmered and formed the words: Door is unlocked. Starting to get creepy now, you thought, gathering up your courage and pushing the door open.

The moment you stepped a foot into his room, a hand grabbed your waist and spun you around. Next moment you felt soft lips pressed against yours. Your breath hitched when you figured it was Loki’s. You didn’t have time to register what was going on, everything was happening so fast. So you did the one thing you could do: melt into his touch.

Once the shock has subsided, it felt a lot better than what you expected in your fantasies. His lips were so soft, so loving as they kissed you, sweetly asking for you to open your mouth. His tongue delved into it, tangling itself with yours, licking and flicking and who knows what tricks.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away, his blue eyes gazing into yours. You blushed, looking at the floor, suddenly realising what you two just did. Stumbling over your own words, you said: ‘That was… umm…’

He hummed in response, his hands never leaving your waistline. Your face must’ve been as red as a tomato when you spoke up again. ‘Nice of you…’

He put on a mock hurt look. Pulling you closer, he nuzzled in the crook of your neck. ‘Is that all? After this wonderous surprise I’ve prepared that bested all other ones?’

You shrugged, unable to speak. He was killing you, like before… but this time in a sweet way. You mumbled something about being ‘sorry for last night’, but he shushed you almost immediately.

‘There’s no need for that,’ he said, patting your head, ‘No need to be sorry. I know I went a little to sudden.’

He pulled back to look at you. His eyes searched your body, as if trying to print it into his head. Your arms creeped up his neck, wrapping themselves securely around it. You stared as he breathed heavily into your face, a scent of mint filling your nose.

‘Did you like, eat a mint this morning?’ you asked shyly. He chuckled, swinging you into his arms, causing you to instinctively cling onto him. You gave him an angry look, burying your face in his neck. ‘Just for you, my love.’ You were suddenly happy he couldn’t see your face. He could probably feel the heat radiating off it, though.

‘So… are we a thing now?’ he asked, walking towards the couch and sitting down, you now in his lap. ‘Or what do you Midgardians call it… a couple?’ You nodded in agreement, making yourself comfortable in his arms. He absent-mindedly stroked your hair, admiring the way it shimmers slightly in the dim light.

‘For how long did you know?’ you asked him, grabbing his free hand and playing with it like a toddler. He thought for a moment, then said: ‘Most likely since a month ago. I was originally waiting for you to make the first move, but… you seemed too nervous to. That’s why I decided to come to your room last night.’

You gaped as he said that. A freaking month. No, we’re not talking about a week or two, he’s known for a MONTH. You’ve only crushed on him for like what, two months? He smirked as he saw your expression. ‘You kept looking at me now and then. And you always freaked out when you were within three meters of me.’

You shoved him playfully, pulling his hand up so it was right over your heart. You leaned into his touch, and for the first time since hours, you were glad he made the first move.

Hope y'all enjoyed it!!!

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[tinylilacbun]

 could you write a fic where Peter or Loki are caregivers and they have littles that no one knows about and they have some relation to the team and are at the tower one day not knowing their caregiver was going to be there the team doesn’t know they’re a little or that Peter or Loki are caregivers? Plz and Thx

Not So Secret Anymore

Pairing: daddy!peter x little!romanoff!reader

Warnings: age regression, reader has social anxiety (just projecting here), sorry for any spelling mistakes!

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You and Peter had been texting each other for a while now, getting close quickly by the fact that you both were in the agere community.

The way you found each other was just because you had messaged him over tumblr, telling him how comforting his blog was for you whenever you were in littlespace and now he was your caregiver over screen.

You haven't met each other yet but face timed a lot, still getting comfortable with each other. Peter never presses you into meeting him, knowing how hard it is for you given your social anxiety, so he'll wait until you feel up to it.

It's funny how you both share something so deep yet never have you told him you're Natasha Romanoff's adopted daughter and Peter never told you he is spider-man for obvious reasons.

It seems the universe had other plans for you both though.

You have just gotten back from Starbucks, getting something for your mom and yourself. Today was a rather anxious day for you because you will be becoming kind of a part of the avengers. You won't be participating on the missions, more stay at the compound to plan said missions and monitor them safely far away, helping over comms.

After the security let you in you instantly bee-lined for your mom's office, knocking on the door before entering, seeing her seated at her desk. She smiles when you enter the room, pushing the stack of papers to the side and waves you over.

You walk over to hand her the cup of hot coffee, chuckling at her groan of relief.

"You're my savior." She hums, taking a sip and notices you tapping your finger repeatedly against your own cup of cocoa. "You nervous?"

"Is it so obvious?" You ask and she mocks your tapping a bit more aggressively and you shake your head laughing. "Yeah, ok, you got me. I'm just scared to mess up..."

"I get it, really. But making mistakes is normal, it makes you do better for the next time. Just go with your gut feeling and you'll see what happens. Besides the others have a lot of experience and know when to listen to instructions." She assures you, getting up from her seat to stand right in front of you, placing her free hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. "You'll do amazing, I just know it."

"Thank you, mom." You smile at her.

"Alright, then let's go. It's time to make official to the others." She says making her way towards the door, waiting for you to follow.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you follow after her, walking out of her office and towards the meeting room where everyone else was already waiting for you both.

As you stand before the door you hesitate, taking a few deep breaths. You just couldn't help being nervous, standing in front of people even if most of them basically watched you grow up by Natasha's care was still scarring you.

"You ready, sweetheart?" Natasha asks, making sure you really want to do this.

Taking a deep breath you nod with a small smile, your grip tightening a little on your cup as the door slides open.

Everyone in the room stops talking and turns to face you both. Your attention instantly fell on the slightly curled brown haired boy who's back was still facing you. When he did turn around your eyes widen, instantly recognizing the boy as your caregiver.

His eyes widen as well, neither of them saying anything. To your relief Natasha starts talking.

"So, most of you already know my daughter..." As she did the introduction for you your eyes never left Peter's, subtly shaking your head for him not to say anything about you both already knowing each other.

He presses his lips to a thin line, his gaze already telling you 'we'll talk about this later'.

After you and your position got discussed everyone left to do their own thing. You speed walk to your room, feeling someone following after you with a few feet distance.

You walk into your room without closing the door, standing in the middle of it. Peter quietly snuck into your room as well, looking out the hallway if anyone saw him before quickly shutting and locking your door.

You spun around as he approaches you. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He stresses but before you could answer him he pulls you into a hug. This is the first time you ever meet each other in person and a feeling of comfort and happiness rushes through you.

He pulls away, cradling your face in his hands.

"I-I live here. You already know by now who my mom is a-and today is supposed to be my first day working with or for the avengers." You explain, trying to stay big as the urge to slip came the second you saw his face since you normally regress when you're face timing.

"Hell, you could tell me anything and everything about your littlespace but that you're Black Widow's daughter never seemed interesting enough?" He laughs, squeezing your arms a little form excitement.

You shrug, giggling. "And you never found it interesting to tell me you are a part of the team?" Suddenly you realize something.

You know everyone on the team, except for the mysterious newcomer with the red mask you have only seen on tv or the news paper.

"You- You're spiderman?!" You squeal and Peter put a hand over your mouth.

"Shh, don't want anyone knowing I'm in here right, little one?" You practically melt in his hold when he uses the pet name you love so much. He retracts his hand, smiling at you. "You're even cuter in person."

You quickly wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in it. Peter immediately wraps his around you to pull you closer, enjoying to finally have you in his arms after months of texts, calls and promises of cuddles. He only let go when you pull away, grinning at him.

"I would have made our first meet more special just so you know." He declares and you shake your head.

"Is alweady special enough..." You whisper, tears building up in your eyes.

He frowns at your tears, wiping away the ones that slip. "You don't have to cry. Daddy's here now..."

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[chaostroberry1]

Hey how are you? I was wondering if you could have some headcanons for Hermes, Poseidon, Apollo and Loki with a goddess of sadness. She is the tallest of all the goddesses there, measuring almost three meters, she always has a melancholic aura and a quite sensitive, solitary and serious personality but she is kind to the most intimate people in her circle. She adores humanity and used to have a human husband before he tragically died. She is one of the strongest goddesses, when she cries she makes her sadness infect others, making them cry too and feel her pain (it is based on blue diamond from Steven Universe but I don't know if you know her. You don't need to add any more her if she is not to your taste). I'm sorry if it was a bit long, in advance please and thank you!

Oooh the pretty lady?? Im a bit familiar with her. I did my research on Google, I hope I didn't get anything wrong 😭 I'm also not sure if this is an "× reader" or not, so I'm very sorry. You may chat me again if it isn't what you asked for♥

°•Apollo+Hermes+Loki+Poseidon W a goddess of sadness!reader•°

Loki

- Loki and you are literally polar opposites. You both are so different, yet you both ended up being close to each other.

- he's very curious as to why you're so gloomy and emotional. But you are the goddess of sadness, you live up to your title. Literally.

- whenever he pulls pranks or Snickers at jokes, he's always looking towards you and pointing a finger at whoever was unlucky enough to be his target— thinking you'd instantly feel better.

- no, you actually got gloomier.

- but I think he'd take a liking to you. Opposites attract pretty well if I do say so myself. Atleast he has someone (not really) willing to listen to him.

- and about your height, I bet he'd use his floating ability to float towards your face, so he could talk to you more , and os that you don't have to bend down a little to hear him. And yes, he will ignore the fact that you are uncomfortable or not.

- he just yaps and talks about anything basically. Even if you are very quiet. you talk sometimes, only when you really feel like it.

- seeing how you can make people cry just because YOU are crying... its probably super amusing to him. Even if he's also there shedding tears.

-i bet he'd try to make you cry near the unbreakable ones like Thor, Poseidon, Odin, and so on. Just for the fun of it. A little experiment to make sure you're really that strong.

Apollo

- this guy is the perfect ladies man. He knows how to entertain you, he knows how to stop your thoughts from going elsewhere (or maybe stopping you from thinking about something sad. Or else everyone will get affected with your sadness plague.)

- even with your tall height, he still knows how to take care of you. He will find ways. Like when you visit his place, he will make sure you have enough room in the pool of water. He'd also dismiss the nymphs who are staring at your tall figure.

- if y'all are in a relationship, then he's willing to make you atleast a little bit happy. Seeing you cry for the first time was so heartbreaking to see, until it started happening more often.

- well, he learned to embrace it. And now, whenever you cry, he'll just come up to you with his arms open. (Like the "where my hug at?" Typa pose.) and he'll approach you slowly like--

"darling, darling, no need to cry. Let's look to the bright side!"

-- before he makes a tiny lil ball of light in his hands w his photokinesis. If not, he himself would probably blind someone with his light, just to make his statement clear to you. Lmao 😭

- he actually really likes it when you have to bend down a little so you can hear him better. Gives him a better look at your neck, or your chest. And maybe cus he likes the position you're in. (Perv ass)

Hermes

- he's already used to this. But I'm sure he'd find joy in watching your power do its thing to those around you. watching people—especially the most cold blooded gods—cry because of you, is incredible.

- he'd give you praises on your power, and how delightful it was to have such a goddess existing in the realm of divine beings. He'd serve you food and tea, ones that are extra big because of your size and height. Like I can imagine this man carrying a huge ass cup just for you to sip some tea or smth.

- I know you both gossip. He'd be whispering all the stuff he has to know on that day's tea, and you just quietly listen and softly giving your feedback. Y'all would do it in front of the other gods too lmao 😭😭

- your aura combined with his, it's a peculiar combo. But its certainly calming, with his personality and yours, it leaves a weird feeling in the room whenever you two are close.

- you both are pretty chill together tho.

- if you guys were in a relationship, he'd be so understanding and supportive of you. When you enter a battle, he'd probably be behind holding light sticks or something with that small smile he always has.

Poseidon

- now him. He likes your presence. Cus it reminds him a bit of hades. Not the crying part, but more of the calm demeanor you have. You are very soft spoken and it doesn't annoy him.

- you and hades are his only exceptions. Your aura is comforting in a way that soothes his nerves. He's also seen and even felt the sadness you've carried on your shoulders all those years after you beloved died, as well as the burden of other things.

- so he can quite understand you. It must really be difficult dealing with such feelings he learned that after he felt the pain you buried deep into your body when you cried.

- you both are also a peculiar duo combo. I just know most of the gods there ship you both. Loki was the one making the scenerios and fanfics (he's such an ass)

- Poseidon acts like he doesn't care, or is irritated. But in all reality, he doesn't seem to mind. He likes you a lot.

- he's pretty quick to slice someone who makes you cry. He just uses the excuse that he doesn't want to shed tears and all because showing weakness is weak af. But in reality he actually just doesn't want anyone fuckin w you.

- like imagine him saying that showing such weak emotions as a god is pathetic, before seeing you and quickly saying "unless it's completely necessary".

[megamindsecretlair]

WIP Tuesday

Buckle up babes, it's going to be a long post!

I come before you humble, hat in hand. I know I been wilding ya'll. I know there's a lot of fics I need to update and get back to. I haven't forgotten! And since there are...so many new people thanks to my Terry fics, what a great time to call myself out chuz ya'll too nice to do so! I saw @nerdieforpedro do this a few weeks ago? Forgive me for not tagging the person you got it from, but I am tiredt, chilleee.

Current focus: Terry got my whole heart, ya'll. Every fic I read of him, I just want to go hop in the booth myself and get to writing. Ya'll inspire me every damn day, it's magical. There is a filthy, disgusting, mean, despicable fic I wanna write with him. But alas, he is not the only one I write for.

Girl, there's how many series????? Listen, the muse wants what it wants. 11 series in total. Chillee, why I do dissssss. Some are closer to finishing than others. So let's count them out (click the links to learn more):

Be My Little Darling - Loki series | It Started With a Whisper - Sam Wilson series | Midnight Sin - Vampire Tyrone series | Blackbird - Mob Boss Fontaine | Camp Wanderlust - Franklin Saint series | What You Deserve - Homewrecker Stunna | Runaway Lover - Professor Stunna | If I Took You Home - Kevin Atwater | Kill Her Softly - Zyair Malloy | A Taste of the Divine - Yakuza Sukuna | We Are the Night - Qimir

Frenn, that's a lot, do you sleep? Are you okay? Blink twice if you need help. I'm promise I'm good ya'll, I just love writing and I love interacting with ya'll. You have NO idea how much each and every single one of ya'll mean to me. I love the support, I love the comments, I love the reblogs. I'm trying not to disappoint folks, I was on a schedule and well, life happened. I can course correct, I promise. Just gon' take me a little minute. Let me close the smaller series first!

Okay, surely that's it right, frenn? Ahh no, because there's also the asks that have been piling up. Per my pinned post, you know that I have a scatterbrain. Some asks I deleted because they're too similar to what I've done before. Some I'm still trying to picture before I start writing. But the ones I've kept? At last tally it is...33. Some are similar and I'm going to combine them, but yeahhhhh. This isn't a callout post, keep sending those requests in! Just know it's gonna take me a smoooooooth minute. Also, welcome new people, welcome! But not everything needs a part two, I promise. If I write "The End" at the bottom, that truly means the end. No part 2 planned, ain't trynna write a part two. I want to move on sometimes. I love you, but I'll be writing until I'm gray if everything got a part 2. And I wanna get paid for my writing. Which brings me tooo...

Umm, umm, what's this I hear about a book??? Yes! I am actually writing a book based on an ask I received. It was a sweet ask about what kind of story would go with "Handwritten Letter". I said it gave friends to lovers, she fell first, he fell harder type of vibes. It has morphed into dark academia about a shy girl just trying to come into her own. It's a combo of and a love letter about girls like me, girls like you, each and every person who identifies as a Soft Black Girl. And I already have *so* many ideas about other books I want to do. There will be one based on the Mr. Black series I wrote. There will also be a vampire one! I just can't decide yet which will be the second book I put out. I'm leaning towards vampire because Terry is HEAVY on the brain ya'll. And he'd make a sexy vamp. But anywhooo...

I say all this to say that I'm not a machine. I'm not that quick despite appearances. I may not seem like I have any chill, but I've been fantasizing and turning over these fics in my head for days or weeks before I sit down to write. And I'm not saying to stop. Your support is exactly why I feel good enough about my writing to sit and write an entire book! I want to be a full time author. I want to share my ideas with the world. I'm just slow lmfaoooooo.

In the mean time, I hope you're hitting up all these amazing writers on here. I hope you're commenting and reblogging and showing love on here. I will keep saying it. This site will DIE and these BLACK writers will LEAVE if people keep stealing, not commenting, not reblogging, asking for part 2s and never showing love. Fandom is a community, not a pillar. No one know it's you behind that avatar, go crazy! Go nuts. Show nuts. whatever.

Love, love, love you all. If you read this far, drop something funny in the comments. Or go unhinged in my asks about Terry. Don't get me started about that man, but go awff about him because that's my baby favaaa.

no pressure tags: @chaos-4baby @j0kers-light @umber-cinders @harmshake @planetblaque @babybratzmaraj @soft-persephone

[milaisreading]

hHello how have you been? I hope it's ok

mI really like your writing, can you see how Blue Lock reacts to a transvesti Y/n who seems to be dating someone, but it turns out that he is just her best friend?Preferably, each team reacts separately, with their respective coaches

YI hope you can do it, if not, nothing happens

🌱🩷: Sure! I am guessing u mean like trans!Reader here (M to F), since we use a similar word in Bosnian to the one u wrote me. Hope u like it!

Warnings: In this case reader uses she/her, since it is a M to F version. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

BM:

Kaiser: Who was that guy? Hmm hmm?

Ness: I want his address, full name, and phone number, now.

Yn, blinks in confusion at the omniscient aura around Kaiser and Ness: What guy? And what do you need that all for, Ness?

Isagi: The dude you were at the mall with! Kurona and I saw you!

Kurona aggressively nodded his head as Kunigami cracked his knuckles. He looked more solemnly than usual.

Yukimiya, smiling menacingly: Just tell us who it is.

Hiori: We just want to talk to him :3

Gagamaru: The world is a dangerous place, and we just want to make sure you are safe.

The girl blinked a few times when it finally hit her who they were talking about.

Yn: That is my-

Noa, trying to be calm: Listen, child, I know you are young and probably want a boyfriend, which is fine-

The rest: No, it's not!

Noa, ignores them: But, it's also very dangerous for you, so we need to make sure you are safe-

Yn: That wasn't my boyfriend. That was my best friend you saw me with, he always helped me pick out dresses and skirts that suit me.

Ness: Best friend or not, we still-

Yn: And he has a boyfriend.

The team grew silent for a moment, then their faces flustered from the embarrassment.

Kaiser: We knew that.

Isagi: Yeah, we were just joking.

Kurona: Thank God, I still have a chance

Yukimiya as he nudges Kurona: You mean I do.

Hiori:Dream of it, I am the perfect candidate

Kunigami: I can protect her better, though

Ness and Gagamaru: We can do the same!

Noa, starts shielding the concerned Yn from them: Stay back. All of you.

PXG:

Yn: Why do Shidou, Rin, and Charles look like they want to murder someone?

Loki, not even paying attention to the trio: Yn, I need his name and phone number. We need to make sure that we do a good background check on him.

Yn in major confusion: On who?

Karasu: Listen up, we saw you two, there is no need to pretend he doesn't exist. We just wan to... talk

Yn: Who?!

Tokimitsu: That boyfriend of yours. We saw you 2 shopping the other day

After a minute of thinking, it finally clicks in her head.

Yn: You mean my best friend?! We were shopping for his boyfriend's birthday present!

After a good 2-3 minutes of silence Loki spoke up, clearly embarrassed by this misunderstanding

Loki: Oh... that's good then

Charles: Still, stay away from guys who aren't from this facility

Shidou, puts an arm around her shoulder: Preferably stay around just me

Rin: You stay away from her!!

Karasu: Get off, Shidou

Tokimitsu: Don't scare her!

Manshine City:

Chris: Yn, you are like daughter to me, ok?

Yn, unsure where this is going: Ok?

Chris:That's why it's my job to intimidate every guy who approaches you wrong

Yn: Aha...

Chigiri: I just have one question. Why him? What does he have that I don't?

Yn: That's 2 questions. And who are you talking about?

Reo: We know about your boyfriend! Do you know how heartbroken I feel right now?

Yn: Boyfriend?

Nagi: I saw you with him at the convenience store the other day. You should be prof that I didn't punch his teeth out then and there.

Yn:???

Chris: Just tell us who he us, we won't do anything

The trio: Yes we will!

Yn: That... that was my best friend... he already has a boyfriend...

Chris: Oh...

Chigiri, falls to his knees: Thank God!

Reo, embarrassed by this: We knew that! Hahaha this was just a prank!

Nagi: Thank God you didn't lose your taste in men yet

Yn: -_-'

Ubers:

Yn: Can Sendo and Aiku stop blocking the exit? And why are you two so mad? *looks over at a glaring Barou and Lorenzo*

Yn: Never mind, why is Lorenzo mad? Barou is usually like this.

Barou: Don't change the subject!

Snuffy: Barou is right. Aryu told us he saw you with a guy the other day. What's that about?

Lorenzo: Whoever he is, he is a no good. I can already tell

Yn:??? What guy?

Aryu, looking offended: The guy who picked your hair care and skin care products. Why pick him when you have me?

Niko: That's not the point now. Just tell us his name.

Yn is silent for a moment.

Yn: That was my best friend you saw. We were buying a care set for his boyfriend.

Aiku:... Oh, thank you God it was nothing serious then.

Sendou: Should have told us so earlier. I was about to punch someone

Snuffy, pats her head: Well, that's a relief little lady. Stay away from the guys we don't know

Lorenzo nods in agreement, relieved by the information

Barou: You worried me sick, you idiot!

Yn: How is it my fault you all jumped to conclusions

Niko: You are looking too much into it now

Aryu, flips his hair dramatically: I was about to make a presentation why I would be a better shopping buddy... and boyfriend

The rest: Absolutely not!

Yn: Calm down....

Barcha:

Yn, flinching as Bachira's hug grew tighter: I... what is going on?

Bachira: I just missed ya!

Otoya, trying to pull him off: Don't change the subject now. Tell us who he is.

Lavinho, looking serious for once: Otoya is right, little lady. We won't hurt anyone, we just want to talk to him

Bachira: Speak for yourself!

Yn: Who?

Oroya: The guy I saw you with the other day. You two looked really close.

Yn: That... that is my best friend, Otoya. And he has a boyfriend...

Lavinho: ... Well then, good to hear that. So I don't have to scare anyone?

Yn: What?

Otoya: And I don't have to stalk anyone down?

Yn: What?!

Bachira: So, I also don't have to let my monster know about this? He can be quite bloodthirsty

Yn: WHAT?!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Sticking Point 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, possible violence, illness, death, bullying, ableism, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are sent in the place of your ailing sister to marry a stranger. (Regency AU)

Character: Loki

Note: It's Friday. I'll probably try to chill. Work is wild yall.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me 💞

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

There's a silence, weighed between three; Thor, Jane, and yourself. You feel is crushing you, resting across your chest, constricting your throat. You put your gloved fingertips on the table and rise.

"Pawdon," you cringe at your own voice, "I must see to my mother…"

Thor rises, Jane doesn't bother as she pats her stomach. You leave without further pretense. Your skirts ruffle around your slippers as you flee without true purpose.

It's an excuse. Your mother wouldn't want to see you, to be reminded of the burden she's left with. Your betrothed and his parents can hardly think better of the circumstance. Yet you loathe to think how it should be if this contract is declared null.

You enter the corridor and turn aimless towards the center of the house. Apart from the few rooms you've been shown into, you haven't much sense for the layout of the house. Loki never troubled to guide you and your mother kept herself cloistered up in her grief.

You shuffle forward. Perhaps a breath of fresh air or if you go so far as your chambers, you might hide in there. You proceed through to the drawing room and give pause. Low timbres in mid-hush, from behind a door not quite shut.

Your name escape the space between frame and clasp. You go no further, instead tiptoeing to hide behind a broad bookshelf, just between the hidden office and the entrance. You tamp down your breaths and listen, knowing you shouldn't, knowing you can only regret to hear the unbridled truth.

"...she can hardly speak a word…"

"Perhaps it is that you don't allow her too. You've always been one to do overly much speaking," Odin retorts, "Loki, have you considered her demureness may be a blessing? That the sort you are would do better with one who listens before they talk, eh? You could learn–"

"Father, she is not what I was promised."

"She holds the same bearing and she is not hideous. She's rather becoming, I think–"

"Oh yes, then why don't you have her? Have you tired of the maid already?"

"Careful, boy," Odin growls, "do not be so petulant. If you could restrain yourself you might realise what you've been given."

"A dumb mute–"

There's a strike of flesh on flesh. A grunt and a snarl, each from a different throat.

"She is to be your wife. Do not sow bitterness in the soil. You should pity that she must put up with an ingrate such as yourself. You are getting exactly as I promised, you will have your vineyard in Kyri, you will have an estate in tears when her father is regrettably gone… what else can I give you? Shall I cut my heart out?"

"If I refuse, I have Jade Park. It is mine by right."

"You haven't any right if you do not provide an heir to it," Odin rebuffs.

"She is not the only duke's daughter–"

"Of a dozen, I'm sure, but cruel as it is to say, they aren't all in queue for a second born."

"You needn't remind me. Thor has his pick, he may do as he pleases, and I get scraps!" Loki blusters, "fine, father, if only to rid myself of your mighty hand. I will marry and you will be gone from my estate. By my right!"

You press yourself to the wall and clamp your lips shut as Loki storms out. He has his hand on his cheek for a moment before tearing his fingers away. He does not look back as he crosses the chamber, stomping through the next doorway just as he sends a standing vase crashing to the floor with an angry swipe.

You stay stuck to the wall as you hear softer steps. It's too late to flee but the Grand Duke calls you out before you can think of it. Odin says your name just as he peeks around the bookcase.

"Apologies you had to witness my son's tantrum. At his age, you'd think he'd be past all that," he slants his lips tritely.

"Pawdon, yaw gwace, I didn't mean to intwude–"

"It mightn't have been your mission but along the way you did make the choice. I don't fault you that, curiosity is dangerous," he shakes his head, "I am ashamed, lady, to think my son is so stubborn and uncouth. It isn't how I've brought him up."

"It's… it's fine, yaw gwace, I know I am not… expected."

"Eh, none of us are, are we?" He tugs on his cravat with irritation, "what say you? Shall I show you the splendors of Jade Park as my sons steeps in his childishness?"

"Yaw gwace?"

"I presume you've not been given the proper look around. I admit my son is rightly jilted by me. I was rather reluctant to hand this over. It has ever been my most treasured property but even second sons need some value… and second daughters…" he offers his arm as he turns, "besides, it's been some years since a pretty young lady adorned my arm."

You look at his sleeve then his flinty hair. He does not censor himself but his truth is not mean. It is only just that. It is what is. You tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow and thank him softly.

"I should thank you, lady," he pats your hand, "I can appreciate someone who reveres silence."

He sets off, tugging you into step. You keep pace, comforted and for the first, at ease in this strange place. This place you must call home.

"We'll save the gardens, I've a little secret for you there."

🔹

“I must return to be sure the banns are read at perish, as they will be here,” your mother points Doreen to her luggage chest with her fan, giving a silent order. “Oh, to think, I must attend my daughter’s grave in the same week I sit to hear the other engaged.”

You’re silent, patient. You know it’s better to let your mother ramble than to interrupt. If any one cared to hear it, you might admit you’re not dismayed to see her leave.

“Be sure you behave. Your father and I made an effort to keep you aware of etiquette. Do mind your manners,” she chides.

“Yes, motha.”

“Oh, and…” she gives you a tortured look, “try to choose your words carefully.”

You nod. You know her meaning clearly. Avoid those syllables that underline your detriment.

“Good, good. Your father is devastated about your sister, you see? I must away.”

“I understand.”

“It isn’t so difficult to be a wife,” she comes close and looks you in your face, “it is part of being a woman. Give him an heir, or two, and you’ll have the rest of your life to be happy. Duty first.”

She touches your arm, squeezing it before she spins to remind Doreen not to forget her chain of pearls left on the vanity. You tuck your chin down and bite your lip.

Duty. What if your husband doesn’t do his? What if he cannot? If he is so repulsed by you, you might not even have the chance to provide him an heir.

🔹

As your mother departs, the Grand Duke and Duchess remain. The first son and Lady Jane take their leave as well, insisting on having the expectant wife home in case of a sudden labour. Even with a few additional guests, the house feels empty. You have only your novels and Doreen, and she is reticent company, a hard line drawn between you by status.

You tire of the pages. You’ve read them a dozen times at least. All of your books are well worn and near memorised. It’s easier to live in your head where you do not sound like a fool.

You approach the door and ponder without. You have a yearning to explore but a fear of what lays outside. You’ve never been much for social graces; you have neither tact nor eloquence. You tend to shy away and forget your posture.

You clutch the handle, battling your fear. You pull the door open, assured by the silence of the corridor, and emerge. You look right, then left, and turn to the former. You wander down to the door you recalled from your stroll with Odin.

The dark oak with the long vertical handles that spiraled at the top. You ease one open, edging quietly into the darkness within. You should’ve brought a candlestick but the windows allow enough light to limn the shelves and upholstered chairs around a single low table. 

You wade through the dull hue and stop before a shelf nearest the window, shifting a book to read the spine. Swift. You’ve not read anything by that author. You slide it loose and flip back the cover and flutter past the front page; A Tale of a Tub imprinted into the sheet.

You squint as you turn to the first page of cramped font. You bend your neck and turn towards a light, not realising the glow moves towards you, only focus on the unraveling of letters before you. A shadow nears until you are drawn up by its umbrous presence.

“Oh!” You gasp in surprise.

Loki looks down his nose as he holds a candlestick. You peer past him to the dark rectangle of the doorway that leads to the attached sitting room. You give a sheepish look to the floor as he reaches for the book in your hand. You let him slide it free, his thumb hooked over the pages before he snaps it shut in his hand.

“Satire. A musing of theology and science. Hardly a woman’s novel,” he remands. “My mother may have something to your preference.”

You take a step back and look at the window, the sun yellow and warm through the pane. You bring one hand up your arm to pinch your sleeve nervously. He is cold and you will never be used to it. A whole life to be spent in the tempest of his distaste.

“Funny, you should be repulsed by me?” He snorts.

You face him and feel the crease between your brows. He lets his eyes drift to the ceiling and gives a scoff. He spins on his heel and sets the candlestick on a tall table between the shelves.

“Let us not pretend either of us are happy. Even if you say little, it is written across your face. I saw it the moment we met. Then I heard you speak and I knew it was all a great joke on my behalf.”

You frown and squeeze your arm, keeping your arm bent across your front, like a shield, “what did you see… when we met?”

He shoves the book back on the shelf. You watch the fabric of his vest strain between his shoulders, almost admire how he’s folded his sleeves to the elbow, though the tops remain bloused. He tilts his head and strides along the wall of books.

“You act so innocent. I don’t believe it, not like the rest. You sit and pout and mope, expecting everyone to coddle you, to feel bad for you. I do not.”

“I do not act–”

“You lie like any woman does. Let us be clear, my wife will not lie. Not to me.” He turns and crosses his arms, leaning on the bookshelf, hooking one foot over the other. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. “You will be quiet unless given leave to speak. I needn’t be further embarrassed. My father and brother have always made certain I am derided, you will not join them.”

“Loki–”

“Lord Laufeyson, husband, nothing else. Not your companion, not some kindred spirit, not anything but a convenience. A duty,” he raises a long finger as he speaks, “once I get a child on you, then we will be very much as we were before. Separate. Can you understand me?”

You bite down as hard as you can, until your jaw hurts. He speaks to you in the same tone your father used when he was agitated. He treats you like a child and yet, as Odin said, he acts like one himself. Spoiled and mean.

“I am not stupid, yaw gwace,” you say.

He narrows his eyes and stands straight, gripping his hips as he glares at you, “we’ve said all we need to say. You may go.”

You don’t move. Not right away. You don’t know why you don’t. Your heart is drumming and your ears are tingling.

“I am dismissing you,” he sneers.

You stare. Still regardless of the sharpness to his lilt.

He pulls his hands off his hips and balls them, posturing as he takes a step forward. You wince as a spasm of anger tics in his cheek.

You let the tension out of your jaw and drop your arm straight. You surrender but you do not hang your head as you turn to leave. You walk stiffly towards the door. As you reach it, he speaks again.

“Do not come in here again,” he bids.

You do not answer. You don’t argue. You don’t look back. You just go.

[perseephoneee]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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a/n: this is such a filler chapter, and it's also terrible, and i hate it.

While you knew the Odinsons, you didn’t know the full extent of their history. That is until you made it home from the dance, and your sister demanded you tell her about your rendevous with Thor. You were so exhausted you could barely get the answers she yearned for.

Lady Frigga, the mother of Thor and Loki, was originally a lady of the ton but married Odin, a Prince of Norway at the time. After Frigga’s passing, Odin moved the family back to London in honor of her spirit. You found it surprisingly romantic. 

You awoke late the following day, finding the night before's events tiring. Social situations constantly exhaust you. Going through your closet, you put on a green gown, ignoring any help that could be given to you. You resented having someone else dress you. You were so in your own head as you bounded down the stairs to your sitting room that you barely noticed the man taking up space on the couch. 

“Your Highness,” you bowed, eyes wide as Thor sat up to greet you with a bright smile. Your Grandmother was perched on one of the other setees, an excited sparkle in her eyes. Oh, how you wished to squash that gleam. 

“Lady Chilton, how do you fare this morning?” Thor asked, hands clasped behind his back. He was ridiculously tall, and you had to tilt your head to take him in. 

“Well, I wasn’t taken in my sleep, so I would hazard that I’m doing well,” I said, taking slight glee at the glare my Grandmother shot me. Thor let out a hearty laugh, though. 

“I’m glad you are still in our presence,” Thor answered earnestly. “I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the races today?”

“Races?” You dared a glance toward your grandmother before looking back at Thor’s icy blue eyes. You clasped your hands before answering. “Absolutely. That sounds wonderful.” Thor perked up at your answer, as did your grandmother. 

“Splendid, do you need a second before we leave?” he asked. You shook your head no, letting yourself be ushered out with his hand on the small of your back. You didn’t bother looking back at your grandmother; you knew she would be ecstatic. 

Of course, the carriage that Thor showed up in was immaculate, and he helped you into one of the seats. You settled yourself, adjusting your skirt as Thor joined you in the carriage and closed the door. Your hands sat in your lap, anxiously twiddling your thumbs. 

“Have you been to the races before?” Thor inquired. 

“Heavens, no,” you chuckled, catching yourself. Your insubordination was going to get you in trouble someday. Thor seemed to find it charming, though, so he just laughed. “I prefer a good book.”

“So does my brother,” Thor sighed, glancing out the window. The sounds of the ton and nature were fast approaching, and the mention of Loki changed your mood. He was an enigma to you, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “We’ve arrived.”

You glance out the window, taking in the scenery. The races were held near the lake, with green pastures surrounding its perimeter. Many members of society were there, and the available men were already courting some eligible ladies. Pastel colors and parasols obscured much of the natural sites you would’ve loved to see. Still, maybe you’d have time later. 

A light conversation occurred between you and Thor as he led the way to the stadium. He was attentive to your words, asking probing questions that let you know he was listening. Unfortunately, you didn’t have much in common. Still, he was kind. He respected that you weren’t a ‘typical’ lady of the ton. If you had to marry, it wouldn’t be a wrong choice. 

The truth was, you had yet to learn how races worked. You had the general idea, but you had never attended one. Thor seemed excited, so you tried your best to adopt his enthusiasm. Unfortunately, your seat had to be next to his brother's. 

“What brings the fair lady out to join us today?” Loki coos, a teasing tone evident. You rolled your eyes as you and Thor approached. Thor left to place his bet, giving you a second alone with the raven-haired prince.

“Your brother invited me,” you smile, tilting your head. 

“Looks like you found someone who enjoys your wit,” Loki says, looking out over the fields slightly teasingly. You bristle, eyes narrowing. 

“If only you could find someone who enjoys yours,” you mumble. Loki looks at you through narrowed eyes, biting his tongue as Thor returns. 

“Apologies for the delay, m’lady,” Thor says, leaning down to your height. “Hope you were able to stay entertained.”

“Conversation could be better, but otherwise, I’m fine,” you glanced at Loki, raising your eyebrows in amusement. He crossed his arms, indifferent. Thor chuckled, leading you to your seats. 

The race was about to start, and all the horses and their riders lined up. At this point, the event was beginning to feel like a Venetian breakfast– way too long. Like all the other sensible ladies, you wished you had brought a fan to stave off the heat. That would mean conforming, though, something you never excelled at. You found yourself much more interested in the race than you thought. When the horses took off, you were on the edge of your seat. One would pull in front of the other, then fall behind. You found yourself rooting for the grey-dappled horse; something quiet about its demeanor drew you in. It would’ve won; you believed that if it wasn’t for the Palmano next to it that distracted your chosen horse enough that it ended up only placing second. 

“Oh, come on!” you exclaim, standing up in a huff as the stadium erupts in cheers or disappointment.  “That was–”

“Perposterous,” Loki finished your sentence, indignation in his tone. You made eye contact, resenting the way his green eyes made your heart skip a beat. 

“What’s wrong?” Thor asked, concerned but still joyful. 

“That wasn’t very sportsmanlike,” you mumble to him, brows furrowed. 

“Life isn’t always fair,” Thor says. “Sometimes what we think is right isn’t always.”

“Sounds like something that a man who just won a race would say,” Loki sighs, sprawling out in his seat. You hide a hint of a smile, refusing to acknowledge either brother's words. 

“You two are too similar,” Thor huffs, causing you to chuckle. Too similar or too obstinate, you couldn’t tell. You did know, though…you didn’t want to spend more time with Loki.

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[igncrxntripley]

double trouble

requested by @lokis-queen01 - Would you be able to write a request for Damien Priest x female reader where she is Dominic’s twin sister but she is in a secret relationship with Damien and she joins judgement day with Dominic but also reveals that she is in a relationship with him

a/n: posting this crazy late but pls enjoy :)

mentions: overall SFW, some description of violence within matches, slight emotional manipulation, some family drama, use of google translate, fem!reader, poc!reader, latinx!reader, mysterio twin sister!reader, damianxreader

translations: mi corazón: my heart, sweetheart; princesa: princess; mi princesa, estoy tan orgulloso: my princess, i’m so proud of you; bienvenido a tu nueva familia: welcome to your new family. 

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there was no doubt in the world you loved your dad, but he had put both you and dominik on the back burner when it came to your careers. the three of you used to be unstoppable together - a father and his children winning championships and being some of the best in the industry! what could go wrong?

nothing went wrong, per say. but three people entered your lives and helped you see the light; rhea, damian, and finn. three people who had followed your family relentlessly for weeks, months, even, to convince the mysterio twins to join the judgement day. and the two of you fought tooth and nail against it because you were that committed to your dad. 

dominik was the first to finally be convinced. rhea had a way with words, and it was clear just how enamored he was with her. when you found out, though, you were livid. 

--- ---

“you what?” you said, looking at your twin in shock after he told you what he’d decided. “dominik, you can’t be serious. after everything they’ve done to us?” 

dominik shook his head. “y/n, think about it.” he said, a darkness in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. “they can give us what dad hasn’t. you’ve seen how they work together, support one another to be the best they can possibly be. it’s what we need. we could be unstoppable!” he said, grabbing your upper arms as you looked away from him. “i love you, but i’m doing this with or without you. and i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

a scoff left your lips. “oh, you don’t want anything to happen to me?” you asked, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “as if they haven’t already made our lives a living hell. rhea has been manipulating you and spreading these lies through your head!” 

dom squeezed your arms, needing nothing more than for his twin sister to hear him out. “listen to me, please.” he said softly. “i know you’re upset. i get that. but just...just hear them out.” dominik was practically begging you. you knew he wanted the two of you to do this together, but you just couldn’t get behind it. not yet.

--- ---

just as rhea had worked her charm on dominik, ‘the punisher’ of the judgement day had started to make his own move on you. and just like his counterpart, he had a way with words and a certain smoothness to him that had you eating out of the palm of his hand. you weren’t giving into him that easily though. 

--- ---

sneaking around with damian wasn’t easy. if you weren’t careful, someone was going to see you. so the two of you often met up in his hotel room, you leaving your dad and brother at the guise of seeing one of your friends. you knew you couldn’t do this forever, though. so you had to make a decision about damian’s offer. 

this came to a head only a mere week before clash at the castle; you sat in damian’s lap during one of your top secret trips to his hotel room, your arms around his neck and playing with his hair as he gave your hips gentle squeezes. “i can’t do it, dame.” you whispered, the nickname rolling off of your tongue as you looked down at your lap. 

damian leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “why not, mi corazón?” he asked softly. “you’re better off with us. we can take care of you; i can take care of you.” he reminded you, the same speech damian had given you for weeks on end during your secret conversations. “we won’t have to hide anymore. and you know if you don’t say yes then...then we can’t do this anymore.”

his words made your chest hurt. while you wanted nothing more than to be with damian and let everyone know you were his, you couldn’t do it at the risk of hurting others. “my dad, though...”

“baby, i know you love your dad.” damian said with a gentle shake of your head, using his finger to lift your chin so he could look at you. “but you’re so much bigger and better than him. both you and dominik have so much potential, and rey hasn’t even scratched the surface.” he was so gentle with his words, so patient as he watched the gears turn in your head. it made your heart flutter, but at the same time your brain wanted you not to believe a word he was saying. “join us, y/n. not just for me, but for you.”

you had decided that night what you were going to do, but you were going to wait to make it clear what your choice was. it was going to be the first step in paving your own path, without the influence of your father. of course damian was thrilled, but you made him promise to keep quiet for just a little while longer. 

cardiff wasn’t ready for what you had planned. 

--- ---

clash at the castle, september 3rd, 2022.

you stood at ringside, next to your twin brother dominik as you both watched the match in front of you; your dad, rey myserio, teaming up with edge to finally put away the judgement day after months of them tormenting your family. not only had they attacked the three of you, this match was meant to put things to bed, give everyone the piece of mind they needed and hopefully get the judgement day off of your backs.

but no one knew what was coming.

you and dominik had talked about everything backstage, away from your dad and away from anyone who didn’t need to hear it. you had a plan, and you were going to make a statement without the help of rey mysterio. this was your moment, dominik’s moment. and no one was going to take it away from you. 

truth be told, most of the match was a blur; you and dominik kept up your gimmick as the proud kids in the background of rey and edge’s moment up until the very end. but eventually you found yourself stood in the ring, next to your brother, watching rey and one of his great friends celebrating their big moment. 

but then dominik made his move, and you knew your plan was officially in action. 

your twin gave edge a low blow, and didn’t even try to hide the smirk that rose on your face as the hall of famer fell to his knees. the shock on your father’s face only fueled your fire, and as edge sat on his knees you followed it up with a superkick to the chin that had his head spinning. 

rey turned both you and dominik to face him, your own chest heaving with rage and anxiety as dominik caught his breath. as twins, your energy had always radiated off of one another and you always did everything as a team; this was no different, your brother’s hand reaching for yours as his way of letting you know you were in this together. 

“por favor, por favor.” your dad pleaded, his hands in front of him as he looked at his eldest children. “listen to me, both of you. please, leave him alone.” one of rey’s hands reached out to hold dominik;s chest as the other held your cheek, and truth be told that alone almost sobered you up. the look in your dad’s eyes through the white contacts almost convinced you to stop this whole thing and walk away...but you didn’t. 

dominik delivered the harshest clothesline he could manage right to your dad’s chest, and you immediately climbed up to the top turnbuckle at the nearest ringpost. the boos in the audience only fueled the adrenaline rushing through your body as you landed the biggest splash of your career so far onto your dad, and you and dominik stood by to look at exactly what you’d done. 

you could only barely hear the judgement day’s laugh behind you as you left the ring with your big brother, hand in hand as you both came to terms with what you’d done. but you knew this was only the beginning, and come monday night, everyone in the wwe universe was going to find out what the mysterio twins had planned for their futures. 

--- ---

monday night raw, two days after clash at the castle. 

you stood backstage next to your twin brother, watching on the monitor as your dad and edge spoke about what you’d done only two days prior. you stood with damian, distanced from the rest of the judgement day so you could have your own moment with him before sealing the your fate. his arms wrapped around your waist, and yours rested on his shoulders as he gave you one final kiss. 

“you look good in all black, princesa.” he said softly, complimenting the black mini skirt and heeled booties you’d chosen. a gentle smirk teased his lips as the two of your gently swayed your bodies; damian knew this was hard for you, and he was doing whatever he needed to do to calm you before you and dominik confronted your father. “let us handle business, okay? and after tonight, everything will be okay.”

you gave damian one more gentle kiss, nodding your head as his words registered in your brain. “thank you. for everything.” you whispered, smiling up at him before you were interrupted. 

“break it up, lovebirds.” rhea teased softly, her own hand interlocked with that of your twin brother’s. “we’ll see you two shortly.” she and the rest of the judgement day made their way to gorilla, and you followed behind with dominik. 

“you’re ready?” he asked you softly, giving dom a small nod as you locked arms with your brother. 

your free hand adjusted the collar of his button-up shirt, giving him a smile that was practically identical to his own. “as ready as i’ll ever be.” you said quietly, standing by the monitor to watch the segment unfold. 

edge made his final call for you and your twin brother to come out to the ring, but edge and your father were met with the screams of rhea’s music much to their disappointment. you both watched, as rhea tormented your father and the hall of famer about how she’d turned dominik into ‘a real man’, and how you were so much more than ‘rey mysterio’s babygirl’. 

truth be told, the next few moments were a blur. you gave your brother one final look, gently squeezed his arm, and the two of you walked out to meet the judgement day to claim your new spots in the group. 

you couldn’t look at the ring, because you knew seeing your dad would only make this more difficult. but oddly enough, you relished in the booing that resounded through the crowd; it made you feel so...good. so powerful. and you could feel that same energy radiating off of your brother as you two walked in slow strides side by side. you both joined rhea’s side, rhea pulling your twin brother closer as your hands busied themselves with the bracelet around your wrist damian had given you backstage.

“dom, y/n...” rey practically begged. you finally looked up at the ring, seeing his pain through the mask on his face. “snap out of it, guys. both of you still have time, so make amends with edge. make things right.” his eyes went directly to you, and even though it hurt to look at your dad in the moment, you stayed strong. “y/n, babygirl, come on.” he begged. “this isn’t you. my little girl wouldn’t do this.”

you watched as your father got out of the ring, closing the distance between yourself and your brother as you met him on the ramp. rhea followed close behind, but your dad stood in front of his twins to make one final plea. “don’t do this.” he said softly, neither you nor your brother even bothering to look at the man in front of you. “i’m talking to both of you. don’t do this.”

the two of you refused to let him intimidate you into giving in. you were no longer going to allow your father to treat you like small children, but rather you were both going to prove to him that you were better than anything he could have ever amounted to. 

“you can’t even look at me in the eyes? see me face to face?” he asked, his voice filled with shock and anger at what he was witnessing. he was so shocked and angry, that all he could do was walk back up the ramp. you and dominik watched, your faces straight and unwavering while rhea had the audacity to laugh at him. the old y/n would have been fuming at someone laughing at her father...but you let that version of you die in cardiff only two days ago. 

the next few moments were a blur; damian and finn had unleashed their attack on edge in the ring, your dad came back out to make one final plea, and he then became the target of his own attack from rhea. but what awoke you from this odd daydream, was the feeling of cold steel being placed into your hand. 

you gave rhea a small nod, climbing up the stairs to the ring to stand side by side with damian. he gave you a smirk, standing to the side to allow you the room to do what you pleased, and with the encouragement of your new-found family you didn’t hesitate to hit edge with that chair as hard as you possibly could. it was hard to even explain the rush through your body as the metal connected with edge’s back, but it felt amazing. 

the boys took over from there until your dad got back in the ring, trying to be a hero as he stood over edge’s body to shield him from damian and finn. but by then you’d all moved out onto the ramp again, damian’s hands pulling your body closer to his as your dad watched. 

damian gently grabbed your cheek, the both of you smirking at rey as your boyfriend pulled you into a kiss. this kiss wasn’t just for show, either; t was the same as every other time damian had placed his lips against yours, all those times you two met in secret before or after shows to discuss your future with the judgement day, and now he was using it as a gesture to show where your loyalty now lied. 

while his calloused hands gently led you back up the ring, smoke practically pouring from your father’s ears, you smiled at the feeling of standing arm in arm with your new family. with four people who wanted nothing but the best from you, and who were going to do everything in their power to build you up rather than put you on the back burner like rey had done. 

this was your moment. dominik’s moment. not rey’s. and the whole world was about to find out who the real mysterio twins were. 

once you were backstage, damian lifted your body up into his arms in the biggest hug he could manage. you hid in his neck, breathing in the spice of his cologne and tangling a hand in his ponytail. “mi princesa, estoy tan orgulloso.” he whispered in your ear. “bienvenido a tu nueva familia.”

you pulled back as damian placed you back onto your feet, giving him one more kiss before smiling at the man who single-handedly turned your life around. “i think i like the other side a lot more already.” you told him softly. letting him lead you back to the dressing room with the rest of the group. 

who knew betrayal could be so romantic?

[sigyns-drafts]

Hi, Thea. Thanks again for responding to my request! When I saw Nostradamus in Ror, it seemed to me that he probably likes love predictions… May I ask for a scenario in which Nostradamus makes a prediction to the fem reader about who her lover will be? (with Buddha, Hermes, Loki, Beelzebub).

A/N: Of course, how could i not!! I totally agree, Nostradamus would so enjoy helping others find potential love. Something he too deserves sometimes hehe!! <33

Nostradamus's love predictions 💕

➩ Y/N after hearing words of Nostradamus's talent in predicting ones future love life, becomes curious and decided to pay him a visit! There she learns of the gods she could end up with and even, how many children they would get. But of course not without its secrets that even Nostradumus cant tell.

Reader type: Fem!reader with Nostradamus, Buddha, Hermes, Loki and Beelzebub.

⚠: Love predictions, future possible outcomes, future relationships, future children, Intersex child, Keeping secrets from partner, secrets in general!

Where gods and humans collide in epic battles to determine the fate of humanity, there exists a young woman named Y/N. 

She was an ordinary human, yet her destiny was intertwined with the most extraordinary beings in existence. 

Little did she know that her life would be forever changed by a prophecy foretold by none other than the legendary prophet of the century, Nostradamus.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself seeking guidance from the most obnoxious man in all of human history, hoping to unravel the mysteries of her future. 

As she stood before the smaller man, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and he spoke in an excited, soft yet mysterious tone. 

“Why hello Y/N, it's certainly good to see you! Say, what brings you here today~?”

"Nostradamus, please tell me of my future, I've grown curious after hearing what you're capable of!" Y/N implored, her heart pounding with anticipation. 

She couldn't believe she was really going through with this! 

Nostradamus's eyes widened at how direct the woman had been, eventually calming himself and nodded, his gaze piercing right through the woman. 

Sending shivers up her spine, the man would just smile in response. 

“Oh dear! Very well then, let us get into it already shall we, what will it be?”

“A love prediction please! Who will I end up with or fall in love with..?”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured images of four powerful beings before them. 

Buddha, Hermes, Loki, and Beelzebub.

"You are destined to find love amidst chaos and turmoil," Nostradamus intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber they stood in, spacey but so empty. 

"Four potential lovers shall cross your path, each offering a different path of destiny. Now isn't that interesting~"

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she listened intently to the prophecy that would shape her future. 

She looks upon the chosen gods, she had met them before.. 

"First, there is Buddha, the embodiment of serenity and enlightenment.." 

Nostradamus smirked to himself and looked at Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Would you also like to know the offspring count you'll have with them too~?”

Y/N tensed up and found herself almost speechless at this, who did this guy think he was! 

Y/n felt herself start to get all flustered. Her face probably looks like a tomato ready to be plucked.

“Excuse me-! What kind of question is that!?”

Nostradamus lifts up his hand in defence, acting like he didn't know what he had done wrong! 

“Hey! I'm simply just asking..So what will it be?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment, glaring at Nostradamus. 

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see, after all the curiosity in who she would eventually get with was already eating her up inside! 

“Fine! Tell me that too I suppose..ugh.”

Nostradamus chuckled to himself seeing Y/N’s expression and continued. 

"With him, you shall bear him a son and find peace and spiritual awakening, but your path will be one of sacrifice."

Y/N imagined herself walking alongside the serene figure of Buddha, a little boy on her hip and finding solace in his wisdom and compassion.

Yet, she knew that such a path would demand great sacrifices, testing her resolve and strength.

"Next, there is Hermes, the messenger of the gods," Nostradamus continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. 

"With him, you shall bear 6 sons and 2 daughters, one child being that of both sexses.

"You'll embark on a journey of adventure and discovery, but beware, for his path is fraught with danger and unpredictability.."

Y/N envisioned herself at Hermes' side with their many children and the possible struggles, aiding him in serving the gods and his father Zeus. 

Exploring whatever secrets he was obviously hiding and being a part of it all. 

The thought thrilled her adventurous spirit, yet she also felt a twinge of apprehension at the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

"Then, there is Loki, the trickster god," Nostradamus said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He seemed familiar with the god. 

"With him, you shall experience passion and excitement, but be wary, for his love is as unpredictable as the shifting winds.."

“What about the children we could have?”

“Well.. Let's just say you'll have 2 for now”

Y/N shivered at the thought of what Nostradamus could be hiding, what did he mean but for now? 

Y/N also thought about entangling herself with the enigmatic god, knowing all too well the chaos and mischief that followed in his wake. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of his magnetic charm and mischievous grin. Maybe it would be worth it? 

"Finally, there is Beelzebub, the prince of darkness," Nostradamus concluded, his voice heavy with foreboding. 

"With him, you'll have a daughter and you'll be aiding him at the ward with his..patients. But beware, for his love comes at a great cost and he will be hiding something from you.."

Y/N recoiled at the thought of being ensnared by the dark allure of Beelzebub, knowing the perilous path that awaited her should she succumb to his temptations. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill that stirred within her at the thought of embracing the darkness surrounding him.

As the visions faded and Nostradamus' prophecy came to an end, Y/N nodded and bowed respectfully. 

“Thank you for your assistance Nostradamus! I'm grateful for the information, I'll use it wisely..”

“You better Y/n, ta-ta~!”

With that Y/n left with a choice that would shape the course of her destiny. 

Would she choose the path of serenity with Buddha, the path of adventure with Hermes, the path of passion with Loki, or the path of darkness with Beelzebub?

With her heart torn between love and destiny, Y/N knew that her choice would not only determine her own fate but the fate of her love interests and future children as well. 

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, she set out on her journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead!

[thewriterg]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

pairing(s); thor odinson x fem!reader, loki layfeyson x fem!reader

summary; it was over in needed to be it had to be before you lost it before you couldn’t replenish your grip on the weight or was it already gone? —angstober day;11—

word count; 600+

warning(s); angst, one mention of women infertility, heart break, poly themes, reader is Mother Nature coded, and language

palylist; your face by wisp

A/n:—GIFs; @spookycora & @lokihiddleston— something short to get us warmed up

Loki knows he's done it, he knows there's no coming back from it deep down… but as the God of mischief he wouldnt take that answer there was a way that he would succeed in his task as he chased after you down the stairwell into the library that was once his that you now shared calling out your name

“Leave me alone Loki!” The echo of your hurt voice now bouncing off the wall of your ‘shared’ library you should've known, you should've known better to trust the Deity dressed in emerald green and God did it hurt your chest filled with dread it was heavy and once again you would continue to stress it, it hurt.

“Darling just listen-”

“NO! Great grief Loki i trusted you, after every instinct told me not to i did anyway, i am a fool” You started off strong until your voice reduced into nothing but a mutter and the raven haired prince attempted to take your hands in his resisting when you tried to pull away from him and the firm yet non injuring hold on your wrist and it stung him like nothing he’d never experience

“Why is it ALWAYS HIM!? Hmm? Why him love? The god screamed before bringing his voice down to a mumble as you struggled in his hold attempting to get away as far as humanly possible

“Brother! Let her go” The carried thunder and Loki glared at the blonde before going approach him with a malicious looking intent on his your body burned with a passion as you approached the brothers with thundering steps the currents of the winds becoming harsh on the outside

“Stop!” Your voice carries through castle and probably through the kingdom as well both of them looking like a kicked puppy at the stern, scolding, and coldness of your voice the life of the world slipping from your grasp it all hurt,

“Loki, it's not always Thor. You, you self sabotage because you think people will hurt you or abandon you… but you hurt the kingdom and you hurt me… Loki I thought the world of you” The prince heart broke in two at the sound of your voice that was full of emotion yet void of life and it stung his chest at the sound of his real name falling from your lips

“And Thor you don't have a balance in your life you choose every battle over what you claim as my my importance but I feel as nothing but a servant… This, this wont work it never has'” The brother stepped to you in protest that made you subconsciously take another back, away from the both of them

“That's not true little dove, we have succeeded we will continue to succeed” Thor denied reassuring himself more than he was reassuring you his icy blue eyed desperate for you to agree, begging for you to stay

“We love you darling” Loki stated firmly as if it was set written in stone for the next millenia to understand and study

“I want to believe you, but I don't.” That was it the hold of the earth was lost you hadn't had a grip on it any longer you felt the flowers wilting, the tree slouching, the soil becoming infertile as well as the women, you'd lost it lost your hold on humanity

Lost your hold on everything

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[darkserenity24]

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉 5

Loki x Reader

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘞𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵

𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔

Your gaze darted back and forth between the last two people you wanted to meet, your chest tightening with a severe amount of apprehension. 

What the actual hell? How did Kayla not recognize the very person she was just ranting about staying very far away from? Had she never seen video footage of him? A photo? Nada? 

You eyed Kayla carefully as she let out a wispy chuckle, providing Loki with a blinding smile.

“Oh, you do? Great! That means I won’t have to go through the trouble of introducing myself after all. Though, I didn’t quite catch your name.” She hinted, smoothing back a piece of hair behind her ear in a flirtatious manner.

Loki continued to glower severely at the blonde before him—the woman whose brother he literally took apart with his bare hands only about a month ago. You winced at the memory and tried to ignore the white-knuckled fists he held tightly at his sides.

Tilting her head to the side, Kayla’s smile slowly waned, blue eyes filling with uncertainty.

“I’m sorry,” she blinked at him. “Did I say something wrong? Or did you not hear me ask for your name several times already?”

You instantly paled at her boldness.

Taking quick action, you swiftly stepped between them, facing Kayla and your back turned to Loki. She reluctantly dragged her gaze from Loki to you.

“Um, Kayla… this is Loki.” You divulged, face holding an uneasy expression.

Her features froze for a split second and then her eyes got big when your words finally registered in her head.

“.... L-loki?”

You nodded your head slowly. “Mhmm.”

You were fully expecting to witness her run away screaming bloody murder to anyone and everyone who would listen.

However, that was not what she did.

“Oh. Okay,” She blinked, her face relaxing a little. “That explains… yeah.”

She ran a hand through her hair nervously before sending a shy smile back in Loki’s direction. 

“Of course, you’d know who I am.” She chimed, grabbing your shoulders to spin you around to face Loki. 

He looked anything but pleased to be talking to Kayla, and he wasn’t even attempting to hide it.

“She’s probably told you a lot about me, I’m sure. We’re the best of friends you know!” She giggled.

Your mind spun in confusion, not understanding her sudden change in heart. She hated Loki and always had. Was this some sort of tactic to make herself seem harmless before she removed herself from the situation and proceeded to escape as fast as she could?

Loki’s jaw ticked, eyes darkening in a way that had you holding your breath before he finally opened his mouth to speak to her. 

“Oh, I know a lot about you and your festering sore of a sibling who is likely rotting in a-”

“Wow!” You yelled out while throwing your hands up, hurriedly interrupting Loki’s barely concealed confession.

You were so loud that a few nearby guests glanced over in your direction with curiosity. Or it could’ve been annoyance. You didn’t know which one but didn’t care at that moment. You had more urgent things to think about like how to get Kayla and Loki away from each other as fast as possible.

You threw a sharp smile Loki’s way, the unspoken warning highly evident in your eyes before glancing back to Kayla with a sheepish look. “Haha… he’s so funny, am I right? A complete jokester, I tell you. Let’s just take a moment to breathe here. How about we-.”

“Wait, did you say my brother?” Kayla inquired, turning her attention back to Loki.

Either she didn’t hear the very colorful words Loki used to describe Jacob or she was simply choosing to ignore them.

When Loki didn’t say anything in response, you sent out a silent prayer to the heavens. Yet, the extreme malice emanating from his being was strong. He wore an aggravated look of impatience, anger simmering underneath his visage as he continued to stare daggers right into her.

You attempted to save face, answering for him. “Yes, Jacob had briefly… worked with Loki at the tower for a while before he left.”

She blinked before her mouth formed an ‘o’ and the look of sudden realization popped onto her face. 

“Duh! Of course, you do!” She chuckled, placing a well-manicured hand on her hip. “Well, for the record I am nothing like him. Yeah, we’re related but-”

“Heeeeyy, Kayla!” A voice called out as they got closer to the three of you. 

“Long time no see. How have you been?” Nat asked more excitedly than you were used to her being. 

Kayla gasped when she turned her attention towards Nat. “Natasha! It’s so good to see you.”

Nat grinned, placing a hand on Kayla’s arm. “We have to catch up. Wanna grab a drink at the bar?”

Kayla nodded enthusiastically before turning towards you and Loki as if she had forgotten you were still there. “Oh shoot! I was just meeting Loki. I’d hate to be rude and leave so soon.”

“Nonsense.” Nat waved her hand dismissively. “I’m a lot more fun than him and he knows it. Come on! Let’s go before all the fireball is gone.”

Nat was practically dragging Kayla away before you knew it, sending you a quick glance over her shoulder to wink at you as they disappeared into the crowd.

You took only a second to release a large sigh of relief but wasted no time leading Loki straight out of the ballroom, only stopping when you were both far enough down the hall before you whipped around to face him with wide eyes. 

“What the heck was that back there!?” You whispered harshly, pointing down the hall towards the ballroom.

He hardly reacted to your fierce expression of indignation, only raising a brow. “What? Did you truly expect me to greet her with open arms? That clown is not your friend and you know it. I don’t trust her one bit.”

“Don’t call her that!” You sputtered, taken aback by his attack on her character. “She hasn’t done anything to deserve your foul attitude.”

“No?” his face darkened as he took a step closer to you. “Did she not take you seriously when you informed her about her maggot brother harassing you at every moment he could? Did she not prevent telling you that he was an insidious bastard?”

 “She didn’t know…” 

He scoffed, throwing you a look that would surely make anyone else feel completely stupid.

“Are you serious? Do you truly believe that?”

You took a beat too long to answer and he continued.

“Please enlighten me on why you are still friends with the sister of a man who led an attack on you not very long ago.”

You swallowed hard, staring straight at his chest. He was making you feel as if you had done something wrong. But you did nothing wrong. He was the one who was being a complete ass at that very moment.

“Kayla didn’t attack me, Jacob did. She’s innocent.” you declare stubbornly.

Loki stared at you as if you had just said something completely insane. “Innocent? Surely she knew about his disgusting behavior and had presumably been protecting him for years. She is far from innocent.”

“You don’t know that Loki, and neither do I.” You crossed your arms in defiance, staring up at him. “Regardless of what you say, I’m still going to be friends with her so just leave it alone.” You said sternly.

His jaw clenched and he shook his head as he loomed over you. “No. I will not merely stand by while you continue to make these brainless decisions as if you did not just go through an incredibly harrowing experience. In case you have forgotten, I am no longer being held within a cage which means I now have the full ability to put a stop to this nonsense. The Avengers failed you. She failed you. She is the one who could have prevented all those terrible things he did to you. You faced the consequences of her carelessness and now she must face the knowledge of her sibling being torn to shreds.” He seethed with an intense gaze.

There was no immediate response as you avoided his gaze. You cursed at yourself when you felt hot tears sting the corners of your eyes. Why did you always have to be such a crybaby? And why was Loki always around to witness it?

You felt him shuffle closer but you kept your head down, too embarrassed to meet his criticizing gaze. 

You heard him call out to you, but you still didn’t answer him.

You kept your head down in the hopes that he’d just walk away and let you deal with your feelings alone. But that wasn’t very Loki.

“Little dove,” he repeated in a much softer tone, placing a finger under your chin and gently lifting your watery gaze to meet his.

Meeting his gaze was oddly comforting. It was as if you craved for his approval deep down. His eyes were gentle and his brows drawn together as he observed you.

“I fear I must apologize for my behavior with you. I am being unnecessarily harsh and I am sorry for that. You are not the one who deserves neither my ire or frustration.”

Your lips twitched into a not so convincing smile, your eyes still sad. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I understand. This situation is just as hard for you as it is for me.”

His fingers released your chin, and then he proceeded to place a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. The closer you got to him the more he could feel his body heat and smell his natural scent. He smelled like warmness and fresh pine.

“You are wrong. This is immensely more difficult for you. I made it more difficult for you. Am I not the reason for your night terrors?” 

You frowned. “I’m not blaming you for that.”

“No, but I know this is still true.”

Your eyes fell to his chest. “Either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. I haven’t had them as much since you kind of helped me out that night,” you admitted

He smiled tenderly at you. “I am happy to be of assistance. You can summon me to chase away your nightmares anytime you need.”

Loki hadn’t shown up in your bedroom after that night, and you haven’t asked him to come since then. It’s not like you didn’t think about it, but how could you ask someone who wasn’t one of your female friends to come to your room and hang out with you? You didn’t need anyone getting suspicious, especially since you knew they were watching Loki with a heavy eye.

“You’re a really good friend, you know that?” You told him with sincerity in your expression.

His lips twitched into a half smirk. “Yes, I am aware but do not let anyone else hear you utter those words. I fear I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my lips sealed.”

“Oh, you must,” he cautioned in a dark silky tone, a sly grin forming on his face. “For I may have to punish you if you do not.”

Your lips parted and your mouth went dry, incapable of forming an intelligible response to his specifically worded warning. The way his words sent shivers down your spine was severely disconcerting to you.

You could’ve been mistaken, but you got the sense that he was amused by your speechlessness, a glint of mischief twinkling in his green eyes.

His gaze slowly traveled downward, examining you carefully. “Did I not mention how enchanting you look tonight?” He professed in a breathy tone. 

Chills ran down your spine when you felt his thumb brush against your bare shoulder ever so slightly. He’s complimented you before of course, but this felt different. You couldn’t explain how at that moment. 

The chills continued rolling through your body you felt like you were getting warmer by the second. Your brain could not form a clear thought, not understanding how you both got to this point after just having a serious argument.

When he lifted a teasing brow, you realized that you hadn’t answered his question. “Um n-no you didn’t, but thank you. So do you. ”

Loki looked quite impressive. Honestly, impressive was such an understatement. The way the all-black tux fit his lithe, sinewy figure was criminal. It was as if it was made just for him.

You were tongue-tied, not being able to express how you felt at the moment as you met his soul-piercing gaze. His eyes were as deep and inscrutable as the galaxies themselves. You felt as if you were falling into a trance-like state.

That’s until it was interrupted by someone calling out to you.

“Angel, there you are!” Steve exclaimed as he jogged down the hall towards you and Loki. You felt him tense, and he slowly moved away from you. You immediately shivered, feeling the absence of his warmth.

Steve sent Loki a brief glance, nodding his head in a poor attempt at acknowledgment. 

“Laufeyson.” Steve muttered.

“Rogers,” Loki responded cooly.

You could have cut the tension between them with a rusty knife.

You rubbed your arms, greeting Steve with a light smile. “Hey, Steve. What’s up?”

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Nat said you were here but I couldn’t find you through the sea of people.” He shook his head before placing his hands in his pockets. “Anyway, they just opened up the floor and turned on some good music. Thought I’d come to see if you wanna dance.”

“Me? Dance?” You snorted with raised brows. “What would make you think I’d want to do that? You know I’m not a dancer.”

He smirked. “Yeah, I know that but I wanted to ask you anyway.”

“I-” you glanced over at Loki who was still standing there beside you. His jaw was tensed and his body stiff. He was eyeing Steve with a strange look.

You frowned, not wanting to leave him, but also not wanting to disappoint Steve. You were torn.

“I don’t know…” you muttered.

“It’s alright,” Loki voiced out, glancing in your direction with a nod. “Go on, enjoy yourself. This is a celebration after all, isn’t it?” 

“O-okay. If you’re sure.” You stuttered before taking hesitant steps away from him and towards Steve.

The blonde smiled, holding his hand out to you. You took it with a shiver, not understanding why it was so cold in the building. 

Steve must have noticed since he frowned and quickly started removing his suit jacket. “As amazing as you look, we can’t have you shivering to death.”

“Oh no, that’s okay Steve, I’m not that…”

He had already placed his jacket around your shoulders before you could finish your sentence. It surprised you by how warm it was and you instantly melted into it. 

“... cold. Wow, I guess I was pretty cold after all. Thank you.” You admitted sheepishly.

“Of course, Angel, anytime. Now let's go have that dance.”He winked at you, placing his hand lightly on the small of your back.

As Steve led you back towards the ballroom, you glanced over your shoulder to see Loki still standing where you left him. 

Your gaze never left his until you were completely out of sight.

It was much later into the night when finally left the party, Steve escorting you back to the tower and up to your room. 

You understood that he didn’t need to walk you there but Steve was always the gentleman. He was a great friend to you and you appreciated him too much to tell him no.

Plus, you ended up needing his help after all. The energy you had for most of the night felt like it had been completely drained from your body. You were sluggish, stumbling over your feet as you walked.

“Whoa,” Steve said, reaching out to you. “I didn’t think we partied that hard. You didn’t have any drinks, did you?”

“Hmm… no,” You responded before clearing your throat. “Sorry, I think I’m just very tired. I don’t know why. Just need to get to sleep I guess.”

He nodded with a raised brow. “Alright. Good thing we’re almost there.”

You thanked him when the both of you finally reached your room, grateful to be closer to your bed.

“Of course, Angel,” He responded in kind. “I’d ask if you wanted any company you know… to just hang out since it’s not too late, but from the looks of it the only company you need is your bed right now.”

You let out a chuckle that transformed into a yawn. “Yeah, maybe next time. If I wasn’t such a snore we could’ve gone to the theater room and watched a movie or something.” He blinked, dark blonde brows raising. “Oh, yeah, in the theater room.” He looked down at the floor with a contemplative look before meeting your eyes again. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

You nodded and cleared your throat before wincing a little. “Y-yeah. See you tomorrow.”

You didn’t give him much of a chance to say anything else, entering your room and closing the door immediately. You covered your mouth with both hands as you waited a minute to make sure Steve was gone before you removed your hands, instantly going into a fit of heavy coughs.

You slowly trailed to the bathroom, still coughing along the way. Your eyes watered from how severe and heavy they were getting. You filled a glass of water from the faucet before downing it almost choking on the liquid as the coughs continued to rack your body.

After a moment, they died down and you let out a tired sigh. Pulling open the bathroom cabinet, you rummaged around until you found what you were looking for.

You swallowed down the pills with a grimace, starting to truly despise your new nightly routine. You had forgotten to take them last night, and now you were suffering the consequences of that mistake.

When you were finished you shuffled to your bedroom and kicked off your heels, closed the door, and flopped facedown onto your bed straight away.

You hadn’t even had the energy to remove your dress as you fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

If you still had been awake, you might have noticed the dark shadow lingering underneath the other side of your bedroom door.

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Friday Night: Dean Winchester (This Damaged Soul of Mine)

Warnings: Amazing Dean in the beginning, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), really sweet aftercare (cause that's a warning all in itself)

Word Count: round bout 3k

The Loki version of this story is here!

Friday Night: Loki Laufeyson

The first thing that greets me in the morning is my loud alarm ringing in my ear. I reach over and shut it off immediately, though I know I need to get up and get ready for work but God, I really don’t want to. It was 4:30 in the friggin morning. Usually I would turn to my husband, if we weren’t already in a tight embrace, but today he was in Claremore, Oklahoma dealing with a nasty wendigo. Dean had left sometime yesterday right after supper, which was pizza. I would normally go on those kinds of hunts with Dean but hunting doesn’t pay the bills. Getting up at the crack of dawn and leaving an hour later to go work at the children’s clinic here in Lebanon, however, does.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes to put on after my shower. After I got out of the shower I shook my long blonde hair out with a towel and got dressed in black leggings and my favorite green and black flannel. I stalked my way to the kitchen in the bunker to fix some coffee, which I call liquid fuel, and fix some breakfast. I put on my favorite playlist of old rock, some of The Beatles, and maybe some Elvis. My brother-in-law, Sam, was still on his daily run but I knew he would be getting back soon. So, I went ahead and grabbed four eggs from the fridge and put some butter in the pan I already had heating up on the smallest eye on the stove. After the eggs were cooking on the stove the coffee machine went off and I grabbed my favorite Led Zeppelin mug and poured the hot black liquid into the cup and grabbed the vanilla creamer and poured just enough in for the smallest bit of flavor. Dean always said he hated creamer in his coffee but the day after I brought it home it was already open and used. He tried to blame it on Sam but we both knew that was a flat out lie.

“Hey De?”  “Yeah Sweetheart, what’s up?”  “Who got into my new creamer?”  “Uh….. I don’t know. Have you asked Sammy?”  “Yeah he said he hadn’t gotten any. He’s been drinkin’ Eileen’s.”  “What ‘bout Cas or Jack?”  “They can’t taste.”  “Oh well it wasn’t me if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”  “Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, sure hun.”  He got up from his spot at the bench and came over to me. “Don’t you need to leave for work?”  “Oh yeah. Crap.”  Leaning down so I can angle my head up to reach, he presses a soft and lingering kiss on my lips.  “Bye De.”  “See ya later Sweetheart.”  As soon as I walked out of the kitchen Sam came up to me. “I saw him pouring it into his coffee earlier.”

Smiling at the memory, I walk over to the oven and take the pan off of the stove and set it on a hot pad. I was grabbing a plate from the cabinet when Sam walked in still sweating a little from the long run back home. “Hey Scar.”  “Hey Sam. How was the run?”  “It was good until another runner came up beside me with their kid.”  “What’s so bad about that?”  “The kid grabbed the string connected to my headphones and pulled it out of my phone somehow.”  “Ah, I see. Everyone heard your Celine Dion.”  “Uh, no. I don’t listen to her.”  “Yeah, sure. Cut the crap we all know she’s your favorite.” He rolled his eyes at my comment.  “Anyways, I made eggs and coffee.”  “Great. Hey, by the way is Eileen up yet.”  “No but I heard her alarm go off when I got up.”  “Ok thanks.”  “No problem.”  He went over to the cabinet of coffee mugs and grabbed the one I got him for Christmas with a moose on it and it said “So get this”. “I thought you used that for target practice.”  “Eileen talked me into keeping it.”  “Well then thank you Eileen.”  “You’re welcome.”  Suddenly Eileen walked into the kitchen. Last Christmas Sam saved up enough money to get Eileen a cochlear implant, so she could hear and communicate with Dean and I since we didn’t know ASL. Sometimes I forgot she had it. Sam walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders then pulled away to press a kiss to her forehead. “Mornin’ Clover.”  “Hey Sam.”  I sat down with my plate and coffee and grabbed the pepper and sprinkled some onto the bland eggs.  “I still don’t know why you insist on using pepper on everything instead of salt.”  

Sam made a face as I added more pepper to my eggs and ate them with a smirk, just in spite. As soon as I finished eating I got up and put my plate in the sink, already in a rush to get to the bathroom and brush my teeth so I could hurry up and get out the door. Eileen noticed I hadn’t finished my coffee so she grabbed a to-go coffee cup and poured it in there while I was in the bathroom. “Alright, bye yall!”  I called from the garage door.

 I saw Eileen running towards me holding the cup, “Thought you might want to have the rest of this. Oh and Sam said bye.”  “Thanks Eileen.”  “No problem. Now get to work before you’re late.”  I gave her a nod and walked out the door. I grabbed the keys to my green and black Supercharged Kawasaki H2R and my Ghost Rider helmet and made my way to the motorcycle. I got on, putting the key in the ignition. I turned the key, hearing the engine roar to life. I balanced the bike and kicked up my stand, putting it in gear. I revved the engine and took off.

Eight hours later I pulled into the garage and into my spot. I put down my kickstand and took off my helmet before dismounting my bike. Today there were two kids I had to send to the emergency room because the parents underestimated just what was wrong with their kid. It sucked and was stressful. It didn’t help that the parents always blamed it on me as if I had been with them the whole day. 

As I’m grabbing my laptop case out of the side bag on the bike I hear what sounds like someone running. Before I could turn around to see who it was, the sound stopped. I knew that the bunker was warded so it couldn’t have been a spirit so I just continued to walk back towards the door. I heard running behind me and next thing I knew I was being tackled from the back. 

“Gottcha Baby!”  “Dean, what are you doing?”  I raised my eyebrows as his hand traveled down from my midsection to my hips. “No no no no no. Dean don’t you dare!”  He did the exact opposite and began tickling my sides. “Dean, no, s-stop! P-please.”  “What was that Hun? I didn’t quite hear you.”  He continued his attack on my sides and it lasted for what felt like forever. When he finally stopped, we were both out of breath from laughing so hard. 

Dean turned to me with a beaming smile that lit up his entire face, eyes shining from laughter and just pure happiness.  “Sorry babe, it seemed like you were having a bad day.”  “I was and I really needed that. Thank you.”  “No problem. Now, let’s get in the bunker. I got a surprise for you in the Dean Cave.”  “What kind of surprise?”  “You’ll see when we get there.”  I rolled my eyes but at that moment, Dean lifted me off the ground and pulled me into a bridal style carry. I yelped at the sudden surprise and he took off towards the Dean Cave. 

When we got there the first thing that caught my attention was the speaker that we use for parties, was set out. The next thing was the palate set out on the floor and the sushi that was beside it. “Dean, what is this?”  “Since it’s Friday and you had a long day, I decided to give you a little treat.”  “That’s so sweet but, what’s the speaker for?”  “I figured we could listen to music while we hung out or we could watch a movie. So, which do you want to do?”  “How do you feel about music?”  “That’s just fine for me.”  I walk over to the speaker with my phone in hand and turn on my bluetooth, connecting my phone to play music. The first song I play is When the Levee Breaks and Dean gives me a look of approval and we go to sit down on the palate constructed of just about every bed-set here in the bunker. 

Dean hands me one of the trays of sushi before grabbing his own. “So, what exactly happened today that made it so bad?” I sighed, thinking about the very colorful threats that were thrown at me once I told the parents what actions they needed to take to ensure their child’s health. I was only doing my job. “I had to send two kids to the emergency room today and the parents weren’t happy about it to say the least.”  “Oh, Hun, I'm sorry.”  “It ain’t your fault. I get it though.” Dean’s brow furrowed. “I mean if it was my kid I would be upset too. I probably wouldn’t yell at the doctor but, still.”  “You probably handled it a lot better than I would’ve.” I laughed and shook my head, shrugging my shoulders in agreement. 

The song ends as I’m taking my first bite of the bubba roll Dean got from the small Japanese place just a few minutes from the bunker. I pick up my phone and play my mixed playlist on Spotify. I know Dean would usually act like he hated pop in front of Sam or anyone else but with me, he’ll sing his heart out and dance like there’s no one around. I go to the song that’s absolutely necessary at this moment, Uptown Funk. It always manages to pick up my mood when I’m down at a low, along with the company of Dean, of course. I sat down my food and stood up, grabbing Dean’s hand in the process.  “Scar, really? Right now?”  “Yes right now. Get up!”  “Sweetheart, Sam’s home.”  “I know. If he walks in, both of you can get over it.”  “That’s something for him to tell people though Hun.”  “Yeah and I have plenty on him and so do you.”  He rolled his eyes and smiled. Dean finally got up and lifted me up off the ground, spinning me around as he did. We danced like we were teenagers at their first prom, in the best way possible. 

The song finished and when the next one came on, Dean’s face lit up. He immediately dove into the first verse of Can’t Help Falling in Love. My husband pulled me into his arms and began to sway gently side to side while moving around the room.

Wise men say

Only fools, only fools rush in

Oh, but I, but I, I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are just meant to be 

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you

He finishes the song and dance with an enchanting kiss. Enveloping my lips with his, he grabs the sides of my face pulling me deeper into the kiss. I reach around and intertwine my hands in his dark brown locks. Here recently he’s been growing out his hair and it’s made it down to right below his neck, his bangs just barely reaching beneath his eyebrows. His hair has grown out to be a dark brown in his older age. Small flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. The cool feeling of the soft strands only heighten the small pool in my stomach. 

That is until Dean pulls away. When I whine softly in protest, Dean puts a finger to my lips and trails his finger down to my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking straight into the green oceans that he calls normal eyes. Nothing that breathtaking can be “normal”. “Scarlett, no matter what anyone says, you’re an incredible doctor. I mean you worked your ass off for those degrees. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I mean if you were my kid’s doctor and you found out something that was really wrong with them, I would have given over my paycheck that week. And before you say anything, no I’m not just saying this to make you feel better. I’m telling you the truth, ‘cause that’s just what we all need to hear sometimes.”

I smiled and blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled those soft, pillowy lips down to mine. Dean groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. The kiss formed a beautiful symphony between us and we played the song that we knew by our hearts. 

Dean pulled away just enough to grumble “Bedroom” and oh did I comply. I nodded and he grabbed the underside of my thighs and hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Our lips never parted as he walked us to the bedroom we share amongst all the others in the bunker, we chose this one with the feeling and anticipation to make memories that would last a lifetime.  

Somehow, Dean managed to get the door open, us in, closing and locking the door behind us, still without breaking the feverish kiss. He laid me down on the bed with such ease it made me feel like I weighed nothing but a feather. Dean got up from the bed to rid himself of everything he was wearing and got back on top of me to “assist” me in the same way. 

When I was completely bare before him, Dean just stared with lust and awe in his eyes. “So beautiful.”  He murmured sweet little nothings as he kissed his way from my neck to my bare heat. He pressed a kiss to my clit and went down further to lick a hot, wet stripe all the way back up. My thighs instinctively went close around his head and he placed a firm hand against one and pushed just slightly. “Gotta have my meal spread out for me Baby.”  A cocky grin spread across his lips as he dipped his head back down to my dripping pussy and buried his tongue as far as he could, and oh was it far, into my inner walls. 

My hands found their way to his hair and pulled tight at the brown, peppered lock causing the god of a man to groan, the vibration sending a shiver to my core and up my spine. “Oh God, Dean!”  

Dean took his free hand and brought it up to my clit, making small tantalizing circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to the small pearl, to send me to oblivion with release. A guttural groan pulled itself from the depths of my throat with my finish and Dean brought himself up to my lips and claimed my lips with his in a lust filled kiss that left us both completely breathless.

“Dean, I need you now.”  The plea came out more broken than I intended but it still got the message across because Dean was ready in an instant, already leaning back on his heels and lining himself up with my entrance. He looked to me with a silent ask for permission, I nodded and with that my breath had completely left my body as he buried himself to the hilt with the first thrust. 

Dean was holding himself up with his forearms and was hovering just above my face, he leaned down to my ear, just a little lower beneath the sensitive lobe and sucked a dark bruise on the spot that he knew drove me wild everytime. “Dean, please, move.”  He nodded slightly and pulled out to the tip and thrusted back in again with more force behind it with a deep groan. 

Our bodies moved in unison, like two puzzle pieces finding their way with each other with ease until Dean shivered and I felt his length twitch inside my hot core and with one final thrust, the one I love most in this world found his release, painting my insides white. My release was triggered by his own, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. When we had both caught our breath and calmed down mostly, Dean got up to go get a towel to clean us both up. 

With the towel thrown aside and us both content in the bed, I grabbed my husband’s waist in a tight hug. “Hey Baby.” He whispered into my hair, pressing a lingering kiss to my head before propping his chin up there. I just yawned in response and heard Dean chuckling softly, his shoulders moving slightly with the action. “You tired?”  “Mhm.”  Dean kissed the top of my head again and I closed my eyes and welcomed the sleep that followed shortly after. The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me completely was my husband’s deep voice slightly mumble, “G’night Sweetheart. I love you with all of this damaged soul of mine.”

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any smut scenario with Loki? I'm feeling horny for him

The Bar

Loki x Reader

Summary: After an argument with your husband, you have some angry sex on the stairs.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT WARNING! MINORS DNI! p in v sex. unprotected sex. angry sex. curse words. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: my first smut fic! give me some hype!

WC: roughly 900 words

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Loki slammed the door to your shared two story home, kicking off his shoes.

You removed your own shoes, tossing them in the corner.

"How many fucking times have I told you to stay away from that fucking bar? And every single time, you dont fucking listen!" Your husband sneered.

"Relax! Okay, I was drunk as fuck. You cant fucking blame me for that!"

"You were sober fucking before that! And to find you kissing Thor, no less! That bafoon better stay away from my damn wife!" Loki replied, his tone sharp. "You are mine! Not my brothers, not some drunk fool's!"

You were fuming. "My life is mine! You cant control everything fucking I do! I can go to that damn bar whenever I want!"

"No! I have told you over and over that bar is dangerous for drop-dead gorgeous women like you!"

"Flattery wont work on me now, Loki. Besides, it was only Thor!"

"It was only Thor? It was only Thor! You don't understand! He is my brother. Not some hot guy you can ditch me for!"

You glared at him. "I dont care! It's my life!" You sneered back.

The two of you glared at eachother for a few minutes, the tension rising at a rapid rate.

Then when the tension reached its peak, the two of you lunged at eachother, ripping at each other's clothes.

Loki had you pinned to the stairs in seconds, your jeans already completely off your legs. He let you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, enough to reveal his hard cock. He ripped your panties off, tearing the fabric.

He automatically started thrusting into you, his thrusts getting faster and rougher as the seconds ticked by. You moaned as his shaft reached places it never had before.

"Looooookiiiiii-" you moaned.

"I fucking hate you sometimes." He cut you off as he thrusted deeper into you. His cock was massive, and it filled you up completely.

But you were nearing your climax. He just felt too good inside of you. You moaned louder as you neared your climax. You knew he wouldn't let you come until you had been fucked to overstimulation.

Your walls clenched around him and he thrusted faster.

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Hearing her moan his name was a relief to Loki. To him, it showed him that she really was his, and not his brother's.

"Ah- that's the spot- keep going... faster- harder!" She moaned under him, a clear sign she was enjoying being fucked.

He obeyed her commands, thrusting his cock into her harder and faster.

Then when she begged to let her come, he wrapped his hand around her throat, choking her.

"You come when I say you can, naughty bitch."

"Please, Loki, please! I'll be good! I promise!" She whined.

Damn. She just looks so pretty under me. Loki thought. You know what? I need to show her she is mine.

So Loki fucked her and fucked her into overstimulation. Then he came. He spurted, his seed entering his wife, his thrusts becoming slow and faulty.

You came when he did, yours and his juices mixing within you.

His thrusts were no longer faulty, but soft and slow, letting you ride out the orgasm.

You both felt sorry for the words you had said. All you had needed was some sex on the stairs to make things right...

"I'm sorry-" you said at the same time, then you giggled and he laughed.

"Sorry I said what I had said. I love you, but you are my wife. Not my brother's."

"Its fine- I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone to that bar, and, to be honest, I knew what would happen if I did."

"Then why did you?" He sounded curious, but there was a hint of anger still in his voice.

"I guess I wanted to get drunk? To see my friends? I dont even know anymore..." Your voice was soft yet self-inquiring. "But I will never, ever, go to that bar again. And I will not speak to Thor off duty- unless needed."

"Good." He removed his shaft, enclosing it in his boxers. "Now dear, get your clothes on. We have company coming some time in the next half hour."

"Got it." You replied, climbing up off the stairs, heading to your room and to your shared dresser.

Loki followed.

You grabbed a new pair of panties- since Loki tore the first one. You slid your panties on, then moved to your jeans.

Loki watched as you snaked your legs through the jeans. You could feel the blaze of his eyes on you, raking across your figure.

Not even five minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find the company you had been expecting: your parents who absolutely despised Loki.

If they found out about what had just occurred, they would surely never want to see you again.

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Loki & 'your eyes told me girl come ride me' (need to know by doja cat)

Love your writing ❤❤

a/n: Thank you for this request, nonnie and your kind words! I hope you like what I wrote! ❤

Warnings: this is quite a bit spicy, Loki thirst

Word Count: 932

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

One Look

You sat together with all the other Avengers around the big table in the meeting room on the thirtieth floor; listening to Steve's 'presentation'. Well... Everybody else did. You had tried to listen to him. You really did, but you couldn't help yourself... You got distracted very easily - by the handsome man – sorry, God, sitting across from you at the table. You stared at his side profile, watching the defined muscles in his jaw flex from time to time. Your eyes ran down the curves and edges of his razor-sharp cheekbone, biting your lip. Blue eyes were directed on the screen, which hung upon one of the white walls. He was visibly bored by Steve's performance. Well, you couldn't blame him. Loki's usual long, wild raven locks were now tamed by a manbun, holding his curls together. The black t-shirt he wore clung to his upper body like a second skin, leaving absolutely no imagination for the bulging muscles that hid beneath. Delicious, you thought, subtly licking your lips. Oh, what you would give to feel his strong body underneath your fingertips. To kiss every inch of his skin and to worship his godly man- "Y/N, do you think you can do that on your own, or do you need help?" Steve's words suddenly ripped your harshly out of your lusting state, causing you to blink slightly confused. You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, so you decided to just play it cool. "Uh, I think a little help would be great." To your luck and sheer relief didn't seem Steve to notice, that you were mentally more than absent and nodded. "Alright. Wanda, you're going to accompany her. Is that okay for you?" You heard Wanda agreeing, audibly happy to be your partner in, well... whatever. "Now that this is settled, we need to talk about the distraction..." Steve continued to speak, while you swallowed hard. That was a close one, you thought. Almost got caught.

Yet unbeknownst to you, you did get caught. Already a long time ago. Did you really think Loki wouldn't notice that you were staring holes into him? Literally drooling all over him? Of course, he noticed. A smirk tugged at the God's lips as you stammered for an answer to the Captain's question.

What you didn't know as well, was that Loki found it very flattering and quite sexy that you desired him so much. It massaged his ego - and above else finally told him that the feeling was mutual. He had laid his eyes upon you a long time ago. Something you failed to notice. How could he not? You were the most attractive mortal woman he had ever seen; the curves of your body positively calling out for him to worship them. He wanted you, and you wanted him - like the God knew now. The evidence was more than clear. Time to act, Loki thought. He turned his head into your direction, facing your flustered self.

Unaware, you turned your head away in embarrassment - only to look straight into Loki's face. And that look on his face caused you to almost fall off your chair. It wasn't the first time you made eye contact with the mischievous and devilishly handsome god, oh no, but the look he gave you now, was something else. A look he never ever gave you before. Something utterly erotic and raw sparkled in those blue orbs... Something primal and passionate. He was literally eye-fucking you. Slightly flustered, but undeniably turned on, you looked away, trying to focus on Steve again - which was a very hard thing to do. Not even after the meeting, when you were back in your room, weren't you able to focus on something else than him. You tried to distract yourself; listened to some music and watched TV. Hence, you even tried to sleep, but it was in vain. In the end, you'd always see Loki's face.

At some point, you had enough and made a decision. He obviously wanted you. You wanted him, so why hold back any longer?

On tiptoes, you sneaked to his room, three floors beneath yours - and knocked on his door. Hopefully he was still awake, you thought. He was. Not even ten seconds later sprung the door to his room open. As soon as his eyes landed on your frame, he started to smile that dangerously sexy smile - what was all you needed to get you going. "Well, hello Y/N. Did you finally make your way to my-" You didn't let him talk further. The fact that he literally awaited you, triggered something feral inside you. So, you didn't hesitate a second, grabbed him by the lapels of his ridiculously tight t-shirt and slammed your lips onto his, stealing his breath. Loki was surprised at first, but he quickly caught up, moving his lips in sync with yours. His hands found your hips, pulling you swiftly inside his room. You kicked the door shut with your foot and took over the control again, pushing him forwards, until the back of his knees hit the bed, causing him to fall backwards on the soft mattress. Panting and with dilated pupils, Loki looked up at you, witnessing how you climbed seductively on top of him. "Darling, what-" Once again you didn't let him finish his sentence. You licked your lips, smirking. "Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" - and that's exactly what I'm gonna do." You purred; hands already working to undo the belt of his black jeans.

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Nine (Loki x fem! Reader Series, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters- Especially the events in the second book: A Court of Mist and Fury. England. 1885. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him.

Chapter Summary: The Weaver strikes. And a signal is given from Jonathan...as Stella enters the world of Asgard with you. Then, finally, the circle moves to Vanaheim to begin to locate the spellbook.

Chapter Word Count: 7K

Chapter Warnings: Discussions of kidnapping and attempted sexual assault and harassment, but no actual attack, and the victim gets saved. Violence and some blood. Thirst, but no smut. Jealousy. And we get some cameos from of course Crimson Peak and the characters of the Loki show!

Series Masterlist

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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You could have pissed yourself from the way her nose tilted towards you and smiled before she ran at you again. Like a hungry cat finding an injured mouse beneath a trap. She reached her hands forward, her nails seeming like claws. Screaming at last you dodged the attack again. You ran over to another place in the room. She was quick, listening to your every move. Her white nightgown making her look all the more ghostly. Beautiful and Terrible.

The Weaver charged at you. Her eyes, free of pupils, yet at you. Her smile was already so wide, teeth bared, ready to bite into you. You narrowly dodged her yet she landed on her feet. Perhaps you could use your fire magic? No! Not in a wooden cottage! You would burn this cottage down! Blast it!

“Delicious-delicious morsel,” she grinned at you. She turned around and in a heartbeat she grabbed your wrist and arm, twisting it.

“Thomas! Thomas help!” you cried. Not caring if she could hear you.

Thomas took a step forward as if to charge, to move. The Weaver’s ears perked. She sensed him and turned his way. Where his feet fell. Her voice became softer, but her grip was tighter on you.

“Thomas…Thomas…” the Weaver pleaded. Her face pitiful. She was an excellent actress.

The baronet kept blinking rapidly. He was shaking like a leaf. The Weaver raised a dark eyebrow of hers, her voice ringing and clear. Though she could not look at Thomas, there was no doubt she was speaking to him in her gently yet mocking tone. She grinned again, baring her teeth.

“Ah…never getting your soft hands dirty, Thomas…you had…such trouble standing up to her. What a pity...Not for me.”

You had no choice. You willed a little of your fire out of your hand onto hers. She let out a scream as you ran out, away. Free from her grasp. You turned towards the door. You were going to leave immediately and-

But wait! Where was the box?!! You couldn’t leave without it! You would have failed! But if you stayed here- you were dead! And Thomas was just standing there like a statue doing nothing! What on earth was going on with him? Did it have to be entirely you?

You went around to a corner, willing yourself still. Muscles tight. A hand over your mouth to keep from making a peep. So she couldn’t hear you as she searched around. Slowly-her long black hair fell over her face as her head turned around to look.

Yes… She was blind! You could use that to your advantage! What else could you do?

You looked over at the bookshelf right next to her. She passed by it. Hands out. Ready to grab. Devour.

“Fall over,” you asked it silently.

The Bookshelf beside her fell down. It crashed down with a thud as beams came apart and books tumbled to the floor. Dust came in a puff and you could have sworn a spider scurried from there to holes beneath The Weaver jumped. You made items fall around- she followed the sound. You had to create the illusion you were moving, fleeing. Leading her away from you. but you remained still- so she would hear the commotion at the other end of the room. Then she paused calmly.

Her hand reached out. Feeling the top of a certain box under a white blanket. In a second - so quick- she reached beneath it with a free hand. To your horror, she got a knife by its handle. It was raised up, the blade ready to carve you like a roast.

“This will be perfect…now another woman is going to die under these pretty hands…and Thomas again will do nothing to stop it,” she boasted.

She hurried forward with her knife. Picking up her pace, sensing. Her nostrils flaring quietly- to smell you.

You looked over and began to scramble on the floor. You got on all fours, looking around, Trying to be quiet. Where was the box, where was it?

You willed your magic, your senses to help you.

Your senses reached out. Finding, crawling everywhere and feeling the barely open door and Thomas shutting his eyes. a square shape. Glittering- like you could already see it! The same place by the fire! Keeping an eye on her as she searched, sensing for you. You crouched over. Your feet were wide as you crawled slowly. You saw it had indeed tumbled before the crackling fireplace. You reached your arms wide-grabbing it. The texture of its sparkle grazing your palm. You set a hand down to the floor. Ready to get up. Ready to run like hell.

Then the Weaver’s foot came down and crashed on your arm. You let out a scream in pain, Your fingers loosened and released the box.

The Weaver grabbed you by your shoulders. You tried to struggle. You then tried to crawl away on the floor-to the far corner. Test be damned. But she grabbed you by your feet, twisting you- turning you. Looking up, you saw her face. Serene, calm. But with that small smile of triumph-her pupilless blue eyes wide. She held you down.

Though her hand was red with burn marks, she could still use it. raising her knife. The blade right over where your heart was. You squirmed and kicked- but she was so strong, she held you down.

You grabbed her nightgown- willing your fire to go, to move. She only smiled, the flames going over her dress as if they were merely decorations. Her face showed no pain at all.

Dear lord, this was it! This was how you died! Your mind was scrambling. Replaying memories. Thinking of impossible ways out.

You awaited then for the blade to strike, for the pain, and oblivion, for death-when-

SHLICK!

A sword went through her stomach. She gasped her mouth wide in a breathy scream. The air already leaving her mouth, her lungs. The blade over your face. The fire stopped from your hands in surprise.

You saw Thomas behind, the sword he was given thrust forward. His knuckles popped out as he held the handle. Despite the tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth in determination. He then retreated the sword back through. A giant stain of blood in her middle. Like a puddle. It dripped down, a few drops landing on your face.

You looked at the knife in her trembling hand. Threatening to drop with its blade still forward towards you. You willed it to move, It floated in the air and then you made it toss and skitter away. You freed yourself from the grip of the Weaver and scrambled away. She then leaned over, falling into a ball of pain. Tears in her eyes.

“Thomas…Thomas please…” she pleaded.

You saw the Baronet swallow. He was in pain, but he was going to focus now. His eyes were down and away from her as he leaned down and picked up the golden box, putting it in his pocket.

Thomas helped you up as you held onto the box with your other hand

“Hurry- let’s hurry now!” he pleaded.

As the Weaver went around searching for her knife, you kept sending the junk of the cottage around to barricade her. She got up, stumbling and weak. Wheezing, trying to regain her breath. Jars broke open- the pickled limbs littering everywhere and breaking glass into shards across the floor. She got up, struggling to stand. She stepped over one and screamed so high you jumped.

You and Thomas ran for the door.

The light there was so bright, so blaring, you welcomed it. In three seconds you were both out. You slammed the door shut. Would she escape? You didn’t want to find out. You both went out of the front porch and back into the forest, letting your hands go to increase your pace.

But out from the trees hurried Loki, a dagger wielded in one hand.

“Y/N! Thomas! What’s going on? There were screams!” he cried.

You both went up to meet him. Thomas retrieved the box from his pocket and showed it to him.

“We got lucky- we did it,” Thomas replied.

“Well then! I think our job here is done!” Loki said. There was another rattling scream from the cottage. You winced, but Loki only tightened his lips.

“Can she leave?” you asked.

“Let us not discover if she yet,” Loki said before wielding a flash of golden light and transporting all of you back to Asgard.

All of you landed safely in the heart of a hallway with tall columns everywhere. You had to catch your breath, your heart still racing. Still on the high. Processing that you were alive. Safe. Successful, even. Loki gestured for the golden box, which Thomas placed in his hand.

“All right, now let’s have a look,” you said.

Loki opened it up easily. The inside was lined with silk the color of cream. Like a jewelry box. Fitting, as one of the items tucked inside had a glittering green gem. The other one was grey and dull-made of steel. They were tucked into the silken insides like any piece of jewelry.

Loki got out the duller one- a gear. It shone in its steel as if new. Fresh from a factory. He handed it to Thomas.

“The Cottage must have known you are our clever inventor,” he said. “So the other one must be for our lady.”

The other was a ring. It was carved of gold for the finger. The gem on it was an emerald that shone so bright and beautiful it would make diamonds pale in comparison. You let out a soft gasp. Loki gave it to you. You took the ring and slipped it on your finger, it fit perfectly.

“They’re pretty…but I wonder why those items? Is there a purpose to them?” you said.

Loki shrugged.

“Well, who knows? But, yes, the ring is quite pretty. What about your gear?” he turned to Thomas.

The Baronet smoothed his thumb over it.

“I think I could use it,” he answered. Though his face was still pale and his voice had a quieter tone.

“Alright- now, my curiosity was peaked. What form did the Weaver take?” Loki asked.

“A woman. A woman with long, dark hair and pale skin,” you answered.

“Oh, Sif already!?” Loki asked.

“No, I didn’t know who,” you answered. Then you gestured to Thomas.

“He got her- he saved my life, Loki. She had me and was about to get me- he stabbed her. Probably killed her. And retrieved the box! He was a hero!”

“My! We will make a warrior out of our baronet yet!” Loki replied.

Thomas stepped forward, his shoulders raising up, clutching his gear like a child clutching a toy. Then he turned up, observing Thomas’s face. His eyes softened.

“I think…I might have a guess whose form she took…it was…” Loki wondered.

“Yes. Her.” Thomas answered.

The god put a hand on his shoulder. Thomas looked so shaken- hardly the picture of a triumphant hero. So the woman’s form was someone Thomas knew. And all those things the Weaver said to him…she knew something about Thomas and this lady, whoever she was. What happened with her and Thomas to make him react like that? But his lips were quivering. Thomas was not in a state to discuss what happened.

Suddenly, there was a sound like little chimes. Loki reached into the pockets of his pants. From the opening, there was a green light that glowed so bright it lit up his face. His eyebrows shot up and from his pocket, he retrieved a pocket watch, glowing green.

“Well then!” he said with a grin.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Jonathan gave us a signal-”

“For aid or success?” you pressed.

“I will find out. Get the others in case they are needed- I will be back, don’t miss me too much,” he said as he vanished in golden light.

Word spread around the others to the circle. Jonathan gave the signal, Jonathan gave the signal! All of you hurried to the meeting room. Thomas was moving, though he still looked pale as a ghost. Robert hurried out into the main meeting room, adjusting his grey suit jacket. Hal went out to see as well, groaning as he kept a cold towel pressed to his head.

“What if..what if we all need to fight? What if they outnumber us and we all die!?” you fretted out loud.

Robert looked around, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Then Loki will appear and no doubt take us all, I hope you have your weapons read-”

The Doctor never finished the sentence.

Loki’s magic fluttered in a golden light before you all. A portal opened up. Out hurried Loki. And right after him was Jonathan, and in Jonathan’s arms- Stella. A bundle in her blue dress. Her hands were bound together with rope as they positioned around Jonathan. Her bound feet dangling over the Night Manager's arms. She had stains of tears all over her face, and her dress had dirt stains, but she was fine. And alive.

You let out a cry and ran over to them first. Jonathan held her as easily as you once held your favorite doll in your arms when you were a child. He let Stella gently go to her feet. Loki raised his hand towards the rope bindings.

“Allow me, my dear,” he offered.

With a flick of his hand, the ropes that bound her hands and feet vanished, leaving red marks across her ankles and wrists. One hand went to clutch the blue beads she wore around her neck- charms for protection, for luck. It seemed maybe they worked this time.

“Oh gods, Stella!” you cried as you grabbed her shoulders, pulling her into a hug.

“YN! YN where-where am I?” she asked, letting go to look into your face. Her face seemed a little gaunt, drained, shrunk into herself.

“You’re in Asgard!” you explained. “The very place Loki lives in!”

Her eyes brimmed again with tears.

“YN I…I…” she babbled out.

She burst into crying.

“I was so scared!” Stella sobbed.

You hugged her again, both of you sobbing it out. Feeling her finally wash out her terror, her experience, trembling hard as she wrung out the crying. She clutched onto you. You let her. Once you felt your own tears ebb down, you began to smooth her hair and rub small circles on her back.

“It’s going to be fine- you’re safe now. You’re far away from Grendel. You’re here. Shhh-”

She looked up. Her face was red and twisted from crying. She wiped it off with her hands.

“You got the…the note?” she asked.

“We did. I got it. And we figured out it was a trap made for me. It was Jonathan and Loki who volunteered to help bring you to safety,” you explained.

She let go. She then turned to Jonathan. Then back to you.

"Yes…he was going to use me. Had me out by a tree. They tied me there. Put a gag in my mouth- and kept it in all the time. Waiting for you to arrive…so he could capture or kill you there and then. It was always changing which one it was, YN! And if not…if you never arrived…Grendel was going to…keep me there. He was going to have me be his…his…prize when he got back. Then he’d let his soldiers...take turns with me if they won battles for him…after he broke me in…” she explained, more hot tears falling down her face.

A cold, sudden dread hit your core at your words. You could have murdered them all, you could have. But that was only for later- now what mattered was her story, her pain, her experience needing a listening ear.

“Grendel left to meet with some others. They left me in that tent. Kept taunting me. Teasing how much I’d like his bed, their bed…talked about what they were going to do to me when Grendel was done….and then…he appeared- Mr. Pine appeared. He dressed like the other soldiers. He found my tent. Said he was here to help me. Then he just took me in his arms and ran out to the woods. They were chasing us but…but Loki appeared and…and then we were here…” she finished.

Jonathan nodded his head, still tight.

“Yes. Everything she said is true,” he confirmed.

Loki placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head.

“Why, you’re bleeding, Jon!” he cried.

There were a couple of cuts through the sleeve of his shirt. Fresh, bright blood spilled out. Stella went over and gestured to one, reaching a hand. Jonathan did not flinch away from the ghost of her touch.

“Will you be…alright, Mr. Pine?” she went to her skirt to tear up a bit for a bandage but he put a hand up to stop her.

“You don’t have to do that. It didn’t get anything vital, Miss Harris. There are healers here with plenty of bandages. Right now…you need to get some food and water and some rest after all that.” Jonathan told her.

She went up to Jonathan and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you,” Stella said.

The Night Manager turned bright pink and smiled at her in response. She went to Loki.

“Thank you too…I always sensed there was just a little bit of good in you…” she said.

The god smiled and made a theatrical bow like an actor.

“Please, the pleasure was mine,” he said.

Servants appeared towards your friend. A guest room was provided for Stella. It was quite dull and plain compared to the other grand rooms- white, grey walls and base furniture. But that didn’t matter now. Loki told the servants to find her a place to sit and to get her something to drink or a small plate of food. Stella was brought to sit on a chair and you knelt next to her, squeezing her hand. She was also cold as ice, Loki added that she needed a blanket. Perhaps a hot bath too to wash out the grime and dirt and the disgusting feeling of being in a disgusting place with such disgusting men.

When a healer arrived to check on Stella, she said other than the burns from the ropes and a few minor scrapes, she was fine. The healer brought out a pot of ointment that she put over Stella’s rope scars. A blanket and a platter of food were brought before her upon a tray set on the table. One maid began a fire for more warmth. Once he made sure everything was met, what wisdom Loki had made him leave. Giving you privacy to be with your friend.

“Did…did they…try to…to…you know. Did they actually…attack you?” you asked.

“It didn’t happen but…they said they were going to…I thought, feared that they would get impatient and- and-” Stella said, her voice breaking off.

Her eyes welled with tears.

“It’s alright. You are safe now- you can cry as much as you need to. Grendel won’t get here- won’t get you.”

Stella gulped down her water and devoured her food. You had never seen her so unladylike when she ate- they must have starved and dehydrated her to weaken her. Weake her resolve and lure you further, the bastards.

“I swear to you, it will never happen again! It won’t! But right now…this is why I’ve been staying here. I am learning how to fight. I just passed a test- I’m going to be considered a warrior. I told you about the training and magic- remember? It’s getting better every day, Stella! I’m becoming a warrior so I can help fight Grendel. Stop his invasion of all the realms. Bring him to justice.”

Stella wrapped the blanket further around her. Her plate and cup were empty. She stared into the fire. Then she spoke with a fierceness, a tone, an anger you had never heard from her since the start of your friendship.

“I hope he and his army burn in hell.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next day, you checked on Stella once she woke up. She was still shaken. Still bursting into tears. Jumping at shadows. She heard a loud noise down the hall (perhaps Thor ambling down to practice his hammer) and she curled into a ball and cried. You had to assure her it wasn’t Grendel or his army. Making sure she ate her food. Reminding her Grendel wasn't here, not here to get her. As you walked Stella around Asgard, you showed her the library. She didn’t want to look at the books, saying she wasn’t in the mood to read. She only wanted to stare out the window onto the city. You brought your embroidery to work on as she sat and merely looked outside. To pass time in comfortable silence. To see her soothed in whatever way she needed.

There was a soft knock on the door, and you both turned. Loki appeared there. Stella said her hellos, then returned to staring out the window. Sad, blank. You could see in her face- she was safe now. But still shaken by what happened. By what almost happened.

“YN, I was thinking…we should return her home,” he suggested quietly.

“Return her? To get kidnapped again?! Didn’t you hear what they were going to do to her?” you hissed.

“Well, I did, but…”

He folded his arms, letting in a deep sigh at her.

“I don’t think she should be made prisoner. Trading one cage for another. She should decide for herself…” he offered.

He leaned against the wall, folding his arms as he watched the scene. You went over to the window and touched her arm. It broke her out of staring as she looked at you.

“Stella…what do you think? Would you like to stay here a little longer…or would you like to go back home?” you asked.

She looked at you.

“I…I’m not sure what I want…I just…I only want…I want not to be scared,” she confessed.

You placed a hand over hers. Loki walked forward, his voice vibrant, almost presentational.

“You are welcome as a guest here as long as you want. If not, Say the word, and I shall be glad to return you back to your home. We will at least need to tell your dear mother and father you are safe here,” he said.

“Could I see…more of the palace?” she asked.

“Oh yes- why don’t you both take a little turn about!” he offered with a smile.

He held the door gallantly open as you both walked out. Then Loki and you exchanged a look. He then smiled at you before he headed into the library.

Stella turned to you.

“Why do they all look and sound like…like…you know…him?” she asked.

“They’re all variants,” you answered. You then briefly explained the concept of variants and that these men were gathered from different timelines to help Loki stop Grendel. Stella asked no questions but only listened. Walking slowly beside you.

There was one hallway where the sunlight draped across from the wide, open windows. She looked up at the tall pillars, chin tilting. Your footsteps made echoes across the hallway. You saw she relaxed her shoulders more. She didn’t seem as jumpy or as teary. Servants came and went. Some eyeing the new mortal woman curiously. In no doubt, Thor would be barging in to meet her like an excited, overgrown puppy any minute.

“Y/N- what about you? Your parents have been so worried about you. They keep fretting about what is happening. I worry about you sometimes,” she asked.

“ I’ve cried my tears over my heartbreak- sometimes still do. I’ll be fine in time! Don’t worry about me!” you assured.

“I’ve noticed. You seem happy here. Happier here than you were at your own wedding,” she commented.

You gave her a smile.

“I…I’m growing more content. And not everything is easy…but…I have a purpose. All of my life, Stella, has been around my family, the people here, and then Will….”

You paused your steps, looking into her eyes.

“When…when I found out what he did, I wondered who I was without him. Then when I was brought here, I wondered who I was without my family. Without my friends. Or anyone back home. And here…I’m finding out exactly that. Finding out what I can do with no one to hold my hand. Finding out how far I can go and what I am capable of- and how it can potentially help so many others,” you said.

“I’m still not sure if I…want to stay here or not…” Stella mused softly.

As you walked out, you heard grunting from outside. Looking out the window, it was a sunny, cloudless, warm day in the courtyard. Both of you turned to look out to spy the source of the grunting from below.

Jonathan and Robert were sparring in the courtyard. Shirtless.

Muscles gleaming from the sweat. The only thing on their upper bodies were the fingerless gloves wrapped around their hands to guard them. You heard Stella’s breath hitch in her throat as she turned to look too.

How many abdominal muscles did they have between them? And their pectorals were so…so wide! And their biceps you were sure could crush steel easily. They let off grunts as they exchanged jabs and crosses. Robert kept a little smirk on his face, a bit of his hair coming undone. Jonathan’s eyes were still forward, determined. Not that you were staring too long at their faces, anyway. And was that…a little bit of hair on their chests? You couldn’t decide which one was better or more beautiful. Something inside you twinged, itched, ached. If they were variants…then did that mean that’s what…they all would look like beneath their clothes? Thomas? Hal? And… And that means…beneath his leathers that hid so much of his body…that’s what…what Loki would look like? You felt saliva gather in your mouth. That forbidden shiver running through you.

You both stared at them as they fought. Then as Robert beat Jonathan, he let out a small laugh. But Jonathan merely smiled. They shook hands and dried off with towels before heading to the shadows.

You and Stella looked back at each other.

“So yes, I’m staying here,” you said.

“I think I’d like to stay a little longer, too,” Stella said, her face bright red.

.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you trained with Robert the next day, he had his shirt on. Unfortunately and fortunately. The intense exercise stifled your brief moment of lust yesterday. You kept focused on him and your movements.

“Now- think quick! Yes! Now Hook!” he had ordered.

You had been reminiscing over the recent events. It all bubbled up. The sting of Will’s betrayal-it’s memory. You thought it was done but…the visit brought it back. Your parents flat out saying you still should have married Will. To look over his wandering with a smile and say it was better he was happy. Then Stella’s abduction. What they would have done to her had Jonathan not interfered in time. That they were going to trap and kill you- or have you be kept to be a prize alongside your friend.

“Now- jab! Cross! Hook!” Robert instructed.

In the corner- you saw Loki again. He wore lighter training clothes. A bit damp with sweat. But he looked at you and smiled. It felt like a sting- a sweet sting and something inside you kept buzzing when he did that.

And Loki there- his smile. His bright eyes. And who knows what he looked like under those leathers, and if he looked like Robert and Jonathan did- Damn that look on his face! That stupid smirk! You hated yourself. Hated your attraction to him. Hated that you were so drawn to him even when you were dying in that sickbed! Damn Loki, so full of himself and effortlessly charming and beautiful and-

You gave a huge, solid hook to Robert into his right hand. It landed with such force, that it got his hand. He let out a cry of pain and jumped back. You froze.

“Are you alright!?” you asked.

“Oh! I am! Well, then- That was quite a punch!” he laughed.

You looked up at him.

“Sorry I…I got distracted and…and carried away…” you confessed.

“It’s funny…your anger made you punch a little harder, fight harder…I don’t see why you shouldn’t be carried away sometimes.” Robert grinned at you, clearly alright.

Loki applauded as he walked up from his corner.

“We could need you getting carried away, YN! Oh! Spread the word to the others! Meeting in an hour! So let’s review your hooks next and use a new combination…you’re going to use it,” the god announced before he waltzed out the door.

You nodded. Then punched away again. Any minute of training might make a difference. Make you better. And make you more ready for your first real task. Not test. Task.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

In an hour, everyone gathered in the meeting room. Loki was waiting, in his usual fine dark, green, and golden leathers. His arms crossed behind his back as if he was pacing all around. He turned and smiled.

“Well now! My dear little circle! Today we embark to retrieve the book. The spellbook is in Vanaheim as you all know. I paid the Prophet another little visit yesterday and he said that the book is in two parts and where they are kept. One is in the smaller Kved palace. And the other is located in the larger Nott palace.”

“So, we should split up. Find the halves. And return.” Jonathan suggested.

“Well, yes, but…”

Loki then looked at all of you.

“I’ve never been to the Kved Palace, but the Nott one I have visited several times. I must tell you…there are more variants of me that stay there,” he announced.

“Zounds, more?” Hal gasped, tilting his head.

The god let out a little laugh.

“Yes! And they all call themselves Lokis! Kved seems to be lighter. Fewer people in there- still guarded. I don’t know who. But…in the Nott palace, they’re guarded especially by two certain variants. A handsome face that looks much like yours truly who they call The President, and a woman variant- the only one.”

He gestured for all of you to gather around. His eyes were determined.

“Here is the plan. Hal, Jonathan, and Robert shall go to Kved to sleep the night. The rest of us shall go to Nott. We are all just visiting. Cause no trouble or suspicion. Figure out where the book halves are and who guards them. We must be ready- but not let them suspect anything. And there is one tactic I find especially effective- flirtation. Especially with our beautiful lady among us...”

He gestured to you. You lowered your jaw, placing a hand over your heart. Loki continued.

“Y/N, you must flirt with this variant of mine. They call him The President. He is rather…high on himself. And feeding his ego will only distract him more, especially with that pretty face. So charm him, seduce him if you must to disarm him.”

“I’ve never seduced anyone! I’m a decent woman!” you cried in objection.

“Well- then only as a last resort! To break his guard! Only if nothing else works! Just…mere flirtation! And the female variant who guards. I will flirt with her. They do not call me Silvertongue for nothing.”

There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Now…any final questions between all of you? None! Well then- how ready are we!? Very!” he announced.

Everyone agreed. Loki conjured weapons to be discreetly hidden. Thomas, Jonathan, and Robert beneath their jackets. You had a white cotton day dress. To seem innocuous, sweet, even charming. But one dagger was hidden to be in the bustle of your skirt. Steel kept just inside the softness.

“Remember-violence is a last resort. And we do not know what obstacles await us to find the book,” Loki reminded all of you.

He conjured a portal and in there all of you walked- ready to search for the book halves and the first key for Grendel's defeat.

You weren’t sure what it would look like, but Vanaheim was mainly made of forests. Beautiful, peaceful forests. Nicer than the Weavers forests.

As all of you walked along the path, the air was cool and fresh. It cleared out revealing a lake as clear as a mirror. So long and wide it went down. Turning your head, it was led to a kingdom. It looked like the ones from storybooks.

The high walls easily let you inside from the smiling, armed guards who merely shrugged as they let you in. The kingdom was a rustic, medieval town compared to the more Romanesque Asgard. Hal looked like he fit right in as he practically strutted down with a smile on his handsome face.

The two palaces were far too tall to miss. A larger one in the center with a flag of the moon. A smaller one to the east waving a flag with a sun on it. Both were made of a cream-colored stone that made them shine like seashells. The Kved palace was almost tall and thin, like a tower. But the Nott palace was like a large rectangle with high, rectangle windows and what seemed to be statues of other Norse deities. None you could name.

“All right, we shall meet up here by this time, tomorrow,” Loki announced. “Though- if one needs more help…send one to the castle to announce it.

It was set and each of you split up into groups. Jonathan, Hal, and Robert headed for the Kved palace. Thomas, Loki, and you took strides toward the large Nott palace. You headed up the steps to the large, dark wooden doors with golden knockers. Thomas lifted one and had it knocked against it.

Who opened the door but an old man in a silly-looking costume. Like a replica of Loki’s- only bright and garish complete with yellow horns on his head and green pants.

“Ah! Dear Loki Good to see you!” he wished, wrapping the God of Mischief you knew into a hug.

“Oh-Classic Loki! I’ve missed you as well!” he wished with a smile.

And they were all called Loki as well! Oh, dear heavens- this was going to be dizzying! At least the variants you knew had different names! You were going to get very confused!

“Do come in! It’s been nothing but parties here lately with all of the variants!” the old man explained.

“What is the purpose of a Loki than to cause Mischief!” your familiar Loki replied.

They laughed and patted each other on the back. You all walked inside the entryway. The palace inside was downright ethereal. Ivory walls and laughter echoed. You swore you heard a harp playing.

“Here- they call me Classic Loki.” The old man introduced himself.

Thomas smiled and shook the old man’s hand.

“Sir Thomas Sharpe, esquire.” he introduced himself.

Loki swirled over to pat Thomas’s back

“He is another variant- isn’t he handsome? No doubt, because of his similarity to me, hm? Sir Thomas Sharpe is a Baronet, Inventor, and a natural dancer to name a mere few. And this here…”

He swept over to you.

“This is another companion of mine. A mortal lady from Midgard, but as warm and lovely as this Vanaheim itself- this is Miss Y/N,” he said.

Butterflies emerged in your stomach from his words. In a way, they never had before with his flowery statements. You swallowed it back. You made a curtsy, giving a smile to greet Classic Loki.

“I’m delighted to make your acquaintance,” you greeted. Classic Loki ebbed his head and acknowledged you.

“All of you-join us! You are in time for the vintage wine!” Classic Loki invited, waving all of you in.

Inside the palace were long wooden halls. Lamps that glowed golden. Art, vases full of flowers, and statues passed by- it felt almost like a nice museum.

He then turned and there was a ballroom. Tall windows, chandeliers, and light, bright walls that almost made your eyes water.

Though as nice as the palace was, so many of the Lokis in the large dining hall ranged from clean to dinghy. There was a scruffy little boy with long, brown hair stealing small cakes to stuff into his face. As you walked out there was a garden full of hydrangeas with a little fountain in the center. The fountains pool, much to your surprise, had a small alligator with little golden Loki horns on his head as a helmet floated about. It got out, passing by your feet-docile as a dog, friendly and harmless. It reached up at you, pawing lightly at your skirt.

“Please don’t bite me,” you whispered.

You leaned down to pet it, and it only smiled. Well, as nice as a crocodile could smile.

But ah, yes. The mission! You turned around, trying to find it. Thomas was already being poured a little glass of wine as he talked to a Loki who wore furs. The Loki was telling a story with a large, dramatic voice, and Thomas smiled at him and sipped. You walked back inside the ballroom. The laughter and the sound of an off-key piano from the corner. The chaotic conversations…that of course only a room full of Lokis could provide. There were tables full of refreshments of round, thick breads and creamy pies.

Thomas seemed focused. But where was…was…

Then you found your Loki…and the woman variant. For, of course, she stood out as the only woman here besides you. Short blonde hair and slender. The woman variant- one of two guards of the book.

There was a back corner where there was a large, clumsy, giant target set up on the wall. The woman had a little table with several knives.

He was leaning against the bar of the table. Close. He was smiling in a way that…that…that you didn’t like. She tested the weight of one and then turned to him. He kept smiling. You felt so stupid. You knew this would happen. Yet why...did you not like it?

She folded her arms. Guarding herself. Tilting her chin. Frowning. But he kept the dreamy look he would give. You could not make out what words he was saying but you knew Loki well enough to know that he was probably oozing with charm, compliments, and smooth words. Complete with that velvet, baritone voice in that tone he always liked to use with flattery and flirtation.

The lady was focused on a target. She kept throwing the daggers. It hit the target- or close to it. There were already at least five other small daggers near the center- never missing. She gave him a glare with one in her hand. Perhaps considering if her next target should be his face. Then kept throwing and hitting her marks perfectly as he waxed poetic to her.

There was a woman back home…

You felt something in your stomach drop and twist.

Another woman who had blonde hair.

A heavy lump gathered in your throat, your eyes feeling hot.

And who wore a grey coat…and when she went about she didn't wear her corset...

The nasty cruel voice in your head was running rampant.

A woman who had a smile on her face. Hid her past bruises with her scarves and collars...

A perfect woman. Another one. Never falling. So any man who ever showed interest in you would no longer as soon as she stepped into a room.

This variant was like…like…

Hot tears threatened to form in your eyes. The self-destructive impulses and thoughts and bitter memories spiraling.

“It’s always some woman, stronger, smarter, better than every other woman…and that’s who you will always lose to. There is always a Cora. Every time you even consider that…that…someone, a gentleman might like you…she will come along again, that bitch. Like a Gorgon growing another head when you think you’ve chopped it off. Y/N, Think of what happened moments before your own marriage…your almost marriage…it will always happen…you will never win, never be wanted, because there will always be someone better. What were you doing letting yourself melt a little to Loki’s charms?! He’s a trickster god! That’s what he does! Plays tricks!”

You forced your eyes away, trying to deepen your breathing. Forcing your eyes on the floor. The off-key music and laughter in your ears.

You then lifted your chin and began to walk away to the crowd. Scanning for this other variant.

Why should that matter? Loki was the kind to flirt to get what he wanted! This was a part of the mission! You hated the feeling of pettiness and jealousy in your stomach. You hated that you grew to like his compliments, his flirtation, for lack of a better word. They flattered you. And yes he was attractive…but nothing more. Yes, nothing more. It didn’t matter. You have plenty of new friends now. That was enough. Men became monsters when it came to matters of romance, and that included gods. And Loki was such a scoundrel and arrogant. Let him be in his environment.

He can flirt with whoever he pleases and I do not care one bit, you thought to yourself, holding your head high.

You continued on your merry way. Then you saw him- The President.

It was obvious- he was wearing a dark, slightly torn suit with buttons that read “PRESIDENT” in large letters. The bright eyes and dark curls and handsome smile.

Loki was doing his part, and now it was time to do yours.

You came up with a smile, as he noticed you. He looked and sounded exactly like Loki. Which was a curious thing- so many different Lokis who all looked different. But this one could be his twin. Even in his voice.

“Ah-now, who are you?” he asked.

“Take a guess,” you said.

He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Hmmm…perhaps…a beautiful lady who is a little bit bored with her home and has come here for a bit of danger…a bit of excitement…” he smiled.

“I don’t want to be in any danger,” you replied coyly.

He walked up to you. A smirk formed on his lips as he drank you in.

“Then why are you here?” he asked.

“I only wish to…enjoy myself,” you answered. Feigning bashfullness. A slight push to keep him wanting more.

“Then….no doubt I can provide that to you…excuse me, gentleman,” he said, dismissing the other Lokis behind him to see you. His smile having a hunger to it.

Good- now he was in the palm of your hand.

“You did forget the part about my name, good sir,” you said greeted with a little curtsy.

“Then-mystery woman. Relieve my curiosity. Tell me your name.” the president replied.

You gave him your name. He then took your hand and gave it a deep kiss on your knuckles- eyes never leaving. The happy, excited flutters went through your stomach

“It’s a pity you shouldn’t refresh yourself while you’re here- would you like some wine?” he asked.

“My! Quite gallant! Is that how you won so many votes?” you asked with a smile.

“Through some persuasion, campaigning, gaining trust…and a few hearts as well.”

He gave you a wink.

“Why, you’d have my vote!” you responded.

You burst into some giggles. He put you on his arm as he led you forward to the table where drinks were being poured and food served. Glowing in the attention that the President Variant was showering on you.

It seems like this is working. We should have it in no time, you thought.

As you glanced over, you saw Loki beside the woman concentrating on her dagger throwing. Loki looked at you with this copy of him in a tattered suit.

You glanced back into his eyes. This was the plan. Flirt with the variants. It was working extremely well on your end. This should lower the guard of the President at least to discover the location of the half of the spell book.

Yet Loki was not smiling.