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Depends On You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x any!reader

Authors Note: Just a cute, slightly spicy kiss! So fluff/spice.

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He’s pissed, but so are you.

Like hell is he going to come waltzing back into your life and tell you how you’re going to live it, big metal arm or not.

“Look at me.” His voice is gruff, per usual, but he barks the words out. It takes all of your self control to flip to the next page in your book instead of telling him off. It doesn't especially matter, you haven’t been able to focus on the words since he walked in.

You know why he’s here. Steve called him. You told Steve to not tell Bucky you’re going on the mission, but he did anyway. And now you have Bucky to deal with.

He’s standing behind you in the balcony doorway, keeping you from leaving the apartment. He probably went and found your go-bag and hid it too.

No matter. All you need is your knife, and that’s strapped to your ankle.

“You’re just going to give me the silent treatment? Are you five?” He mutters and you shrug.

“I don’t respond to commands.” You flip to the next page.

“You haven’t even been reading that.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you read faster than that.”

“Oh, you must know everything about me.” You roll your eyes. Flattery will get him nowhere.

“Look at me.”

“Is that all you can say?!” You toss the book onto your lap and rub your forehead. A headache is coming on, and according to your watch, you have to leave within the next hour. You get up, and Bucky immediately steps towards you.

“Bucky…” You sigh, turning towards him and really looking at the Winter Soldier for the first time in a long while.

His hair is growing out a little bit more now, but it’s still not as long as it was when you met him. When you were first introduced, you couldn’t stop daydreaming about running your fingers through it. Sometimes, you still do it in your dreams. When he cut it you tried doing it again, but his hair just ran through your fingers in a millisecond and it was gone. At some point, he was gone too.

“Why are you back?” You can barely get it out. This is exasperating.

“Because you’re doing something stupid.”

“Why do you care?”

He’s silent.

Looking up at him, he’s just staring at you, bewildered. This just irritates you more.

“What, you don’t even have a reason? You came all the way here after all the shit you put me through, for nothing? Just to yell at me and tell me what to do? I’m going on that damn mission whether you want me to or not. Especially if you don’t want me to.”

“It’s a suicide mission.”

“If you cared, you wouldn’t have left.”

“That’s unfair.”

“You left me, Bucky. You left me alone in this stupid, cold apartment. This is the first time I’ve even heard your voice in months. And now you come in here believing you still have a say. That’s unfair.” You hadn’t noticed that the despair you felt when you awoke alone that day was still just below the surface, but now you have as you feel a tear cross your cheek. 

You tear your gaze away from his. His eyes still look stiff and focused on you. Having that pressure is too much from him, especially after all of this.

The mission isn’t that bad. It was one you may not come back from, but a suicide mission is a bit much. Maybe. You weren’t in the best of mindsets when you planned the whole thing, dead set on helping Natasha with what she describes as ‘family issues’. Even Natasha said you didn’t have to come.

But what use are you otherwise?

You’re just moping around the apartment, helping no one. Worrying everyone. Except who mattered most, it seems.

You sit back down on your porch chair, defeated. What was the point of this? To make your ex worried? Well great job, because now he’s seen you at your lowest. Throwing a tantrum because you didn’t get attention. How could-

Soft lips crash into yours, and you can’t remember what you were thinking about.

Bucky tastes like blood and vanilla lip balm, and he’s hungrily kissing you like he will never get the chance to again. You’re lost in shock for a moment and don’t kiss back, and he pulls away. He’s breathless, with his forehead pressed to yours and hands gripping the porch chair around you. His entire being is poised towards you and he’s barely holding himself back.

“I’m sorry. I wanted- Needed to do that. Before you go. I didn’t get a chance to. Before. I can go now though. If you want.” He stammers it all out, but doesn’t move.

“Do it again.” Is all you can say before he lunges forward, and his sweet lips are back again. His hands are wrapped around the small of your back and pulling you up out of the chair and towards his body. The dichotomy of his heat and his freezing cold hand made your skin feel alive.

You need even more of him though, and you snake your hands to the back of his head and grip his hair between your fingers. He’s not slipping out this time.

He grunts as you pull slightly, and he breaks the kiss to look you in the eye.

“Hi Buck.” You say softly, and he tightens his grip.

“Hello, my love.”

“My love? Pulling out the big guns, huh?”

“It’s true.”

“Are you going to leave again?”

“You gonna kiss me like that again?”

“Depends on you, stud.”

“Then I say…let's kiss.” 

You laugh as your lips connect again and he pushes you down the porch chair.

You still went on the mission. He still can’t tell you what to do, no matter his kissing skills.

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Fight

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: You're new to the city, on the run from your past. It catches up to you, and your new irritable roommate is there to save the day.

Fluffy/angsty?

A/N: So looking around for inspiration I managed to get into my first gen iPad which is where I saved all of my first fanfics. Nostalgia is a hell of a drug because I rewrote a few. This one is definitely something. Whether that's good or bad, I don't know. Fanfic is under the line!

TW: Domestic abuse.

If you or someone you know is in danger, please don't hesitate to call a hotline in your area. Here is one for the U.S.A.:

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Your new roommate was insufferable. All he did was drink, glare, and read.

I mean, same for you, but you at least tried being friendly at first. When you moved in, you extended a hand and a warm smile. He slammed the door of his room in your face.

To be fair, his rudeness never came out in outbursts. It was just simmering hatred, shown in his eyes when he looked at you, the silence that was between the both of you whenever you were in the same room.

Bucky, was what your landlord had said. Or James. James seems to piss him off when you say it though, so you say it more.

He had been here alone for a while, having scared off past tenants. But not you. The cheapest room around was this one. You weren’t going to let some drama queen scare you off from a deal.

You couldn’t let him. Otherwise, you have nowhere to go. In fact, it feels like the only person in this city who knows your real name is Bucky. Even your coworkers call you by a fake name you gave for protection. But even though you had told your landlord to only use that one, the sweet old woman had forgotten and just used what was on the contract to Bucky. It was corrected quickly, but Bucky’s eyebrow had raised as he was reading, so you’re sure he noticed.

As you were walking home, you sighed. Even after moving here and changing your entire identity to feel safe, you still didn’t. Not at all. Bucky didn’t scare you, but your past did, and your past had sworn to come back. You still have the scars to prove it.

Nighttime in New York City is beautiful, but not on this street. This street was peaceful, empty. Vulnerable. You had asked your manager to not give you closing shifts but “it was an emergency” and “it’s just this once”. So you took it. You’re too nice for your own good, you think to yourself as you hear footsteps behind you.

Shit. Just walk, it’s just a guy taking his dog for a walk. It’s a small, cute dog. A nice dog. A westie. You love westies.

You don’t hear a dog, though.

Moving your hand to your pocket, you carefully put your keys between your fingers and ball them up into a fist. The Wolverine move. Except his claws are made from unbreakable metal grown from his body and your claws were shitty and bendable steel.

“Hey.” A gruff voice says behind you, and you walk faster. You know the voice.

“Jesus christ, stop running.” He runs ahead of you and stops you in your tracks, taking you by the shoulder.

“Trevor, let go of me.” You shrug his hand off of you, but he just puts it back on again and grips harder. You don’t look at his face, though you just know he’s smiling that same predatory smile he always has.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?”

“Not long enough.”

“Now that’s just mean. First you run off in the middle of the night with my stuff-”

“It was my stuff.”

“Then you lead me on some wild goose chase to find out you’re living in New York, which is just stupid-”

“I like New York.”

“It’s stupid and smells like piss. I was worried sick babe, you can’t just run off like that.” His hand slides down your arm to your wrist. You yank it back and step away from him.

“Leave me alone, Trevor. We’re done.” You look around him to see your building is still a few yards away. Crap.

“No, we’re not. I say when we’re done, and we’re not. Come home with me, now. I have your bus ticket.”

“No.” You try to side-step him, but he shoves your side as you pass him, knocking you into a rough brick wall.

“Leave me alone, please.” You don’t want to sound small but you do. He always makes you feel small. 

“Stop throwing this childish tantrum. You’re coming home with me, and you’re going to stop these silly brief fantasies of New York and that dumb career.”

“It’s not dumb.”

“Who the fuck dreams of being a childrens book author? Who the hell even reads those? No one. It’s a dumb job with no money, and you’re going to come home and stop talking about it, and we’re going to be happy like we always are.”

“Children.” Is all you can think to say. He’s towering over you, and all you can see is his face now. He has a scraggly beard and dark grey eyes that seem like storms. You have nightmares about those eyes.

“What?” He barks out, and you flinch.

“Children read children’s books.”

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” Before you can reply he punches you, hitting your cheekbone and making you fall to the ground. He kneels down to you as tears escape your eyes and you look at the sidewalk. He hisses in your ear. 

“Don’t you dare-”He can only get that far before you lash out with your keys, connecting with his cheek and sliding until his mouth. He howls in pain and you see blood, and he steps away for a second. Using that time to scramble to your feet and run to your building, you run in the front entrance with its broken lock and pound on your apartment door.

“Bucky, please dear god let me in, please, I’m sorry-” You’re half-sobbing and half-yelling, and you almost fall when he opens it. You run in and slam the door behind you.

“What the fuck is the-” You cut him off, running to the bathroom, and it’s only a few minutes before you hear more pounding.

“Let me the fuck in!” Trevor roars, and you get in the tub and bring your knees to your chest and try to focus on breathing.

The pounding is still happening with him trying to open it, shaking the whole door-frame. A shadow falls across from you.

“Who’s that.” You look up. It’s Bucky. He seems angry, but his eyes widen once he sees your face. Crap. It hurts. It must look horrible. You look back down.

“Do you know him?”

You can only nod.

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to let him in.”

“I’d prefer if you don’t.” Your voice comes out like a whisper. Bucky leaves, closing the bathroom door behind him.

You hear the front creak open.

“Who the fuck-” A smash, a thud, and a groan.

“If you come back here again, I am the last thing you will ever see. Is that clear?” Bucky doesn’t wait for a response, and just slams the door and locks it.

You still can’t move.

“He’s leaving.” Bucky says outside the bathroom.

“Thanks.” It takes a minute for you to say it, but you get it out. Silence, you think he’s walked away, when,

“Can I come in?”

Can he? This is pretty embarrassing, to be honest. Your mouth tastes like blood, your face is just a mix of pain, your back hurts from when he shoved you the wall. Plus, you’ve been sobbing for the last few minutes.

“Why?”

“I can fix you up.”

“I can do that.”

“Ok.” You hear him walking away, but you feel the need to sob again.

“No, wait,” you call out, and the footsteps stop. “You can come in. Please.”

The door opens and Bucky peers in. His metal hand is smeared with blood and you feel your eyes widen.

“Did you kill him?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Did you… want me to?”

“Not right now?”

“Well, good. I’ll do that.”

“Yeah? You a murderer now?”

“When it comes to that jerk, yeah.”

“Come closer to me.”

“I can’t move.”

“Well… I guess I’m coming in.”

Bucky opens the cabinet under the sink and moves your stuff aside, reaching for a cloth bag in the back. He awkwardly clambers in the tub and sits across from you, shaking out the bag between you. Disinfectant, bandages, pain medication, even needles and thread.

“Are you a nurse?” 

“What? No. Do I look like a nurse?”

“No, but there’s not a lot of reason to have surgical-grade thread otherwise.”

“There is in my line of work.”

“What is your line of work?”

His look tells you that you probably don’t want to know.

“In any case, I don’t think you need stitches. Your cuts are small. Can I…” He reaches towards you with his hand, and after a moment, you nod. He takes your chin between his fingers and brings your face closer to his as he inspects you.

“Fuck.” He mumbles under his breath.

“Shoulda seen the other guy.” A failed attempt at a joke, because Bucky doesn’t laugh.

“You did slash him pretty well. With what, you have a knife?”

You bring your fist out of your pocket, keys still clasped between your fingers. The apartment key is bent.

“You did that with those? My god, it looked like a bear hit him.”

“You hit him with that?” You pointed to his metal hand. “It probably looked like a train hit him.”

That one got a chuckle out of him. It was a gruff laugh that came from the bottom of his chest, and it made you feel a bit better.

“This’ll hurt.” He says, starting to dab some disinfectant on your cut. It stings, but you’re too worried to really feel anything. Sure, Trevor lost here, but he already knows where you live. What if he finds you at work? Bucky isn’t there then. Besides, you can’t depend on him to save you anyway. You’re going to have to leave again. You didn’t want to leave again.

“You alright?” You must’ve been crying because Bucky suddenly wiped a tear from your cheek, and is cradling your face in one hand.

The look of absolute worry in his eyes makes the floodgates open again, and you fall forward into his chest, burying your face into his shirt. He’s stiff, but soon enough you feel his arms wrap around you and he holds you closer.

“It’ll be alright. He’s not here.” He whispers in your ear and then stays in silence, slowly rocking you for what feels like an eternity until you finally start to calm down.

You pull away from him and he lets you, holding your face and looking you in the eye.

“Hey, it’ll be alright. Bastards not coming back.”

“He’s not dead.”

“You’re more bloodthirsty than I thought you were.” He smiles a little, just the corner of his mouth lifting up really, and you smile a little back.

“I’m guessing he’s why you’re under a fake name and I.D.?”

You nod.

“How long you been running?”

“Only a month.”

“A month without him finding you? That’s really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But I don’t think he’ll be coming back any time soon.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you talking to me?”

“Be a bit rude to just leave you here and fuck off, wouldn’t it?”

“Didn’t think you cared about politeness.”

“Still would be a bit more rude than I’m gonna allow myself to get.”

“Thanks, then.”

“No problem.”

You both stay in silence as he cleans you up. You feel like he takes longer than he needs to, but you appreciate it anyway.

“You have work tomorrow?” He asks and you shake your head. “Good.”

“I’ll teach you how to fight.”

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Words Never Said (Boyfriend Dungeon)

Pairing: Sunder x Reader

Word Count: 897

Description: You're back in town unexpectedly, and only want to see Sunder. You have some things to talk about, but overall you just want to spend some time on the beach with him. It goes better than you expected.

Fluffy!

A/N: So I fell in love with a game called Boyfriend Dungeon, and highly recommend. There are some light spoilers in this!! Hence why you have to press the read more. This is purely a passion piece, honestly. (Sunder isn't even my favorite). But anyway if you like fighting games, Soul Eater, cute romance sims, queer relationships, and non-binary representation, I highly suggest Boyfriend Dungeon.

“Even for a vampire, it’s cold out here.” Is all Sunder says when he meets you at the beach at midnight. Exactly what you asked for. You’re not sure why you’re so surprised to see he’s come.

“Sorry to tear you away from a warm bed and body.” You murmur around the mouth of a wine bottle. It was a nasty habit, drinking red wine straight from the source, but glasses seemed so formal right now.

“Cold bed. I wasn’t feeling it tonight.” He grunts as he sits down in the sand next to you, and you glance over at him. He had a shirt on. Odd.

“You come from the club?”

“No. Basement’s still a dunj. I don’t have energy for dancing lately.”

“Oh, damn. I thought we fixed it together.”

“Someone new came into town. They have a lot of fears.”

“They a weapon?”

“No. They’re using me.”

“Fun?”

“Hell.” He groans, falling back. His hair splays behind him and you lean on one hand to look down at him.

“Sorry, Sunder.”

“You know, if you’re back in town, we can go for a romp. Like old times. We can actually get rid of it at least. Damn martinis keep scaring away my customers.”

“I’m not back, Sunder.”

He raises one well-sculpted eyebrow.

“Then I’m really tired, because I can see you right next to me.”

You shrug, and turn back towards the ocean and take another drink. You feel a pinch in your side and you slap Sunder’s hand away, swiveling your head to look at him.

“Hey, that hurt, jerk.”

“Well, you feel real too.”

“Could’ve poked me.”

“Nah, the pinch was for leaving me for so long.”

You chuckle.

“Sunder, you’re a vampire. Isn’t a year basically a minute for you?”

“Not when it comes to you. Any time I’m apart from you feels like eternity.”

He’s not smirking. This would be the one time you want to see him smirk. You can’t face real feelings at the moment, not even your own.

“Sun, I just want to lay on this beach with you, and drink this shitty red wine, and catch up. Then we’ll talk about why I’m not here.”

After a moment of looking intensely at you, like he wanted to unravel your mind and pull your thoughts through your lips, he nods succinctly and lays back to look at the sky.

“New person came. Dunj appeared again. I already told you that. Another dunj appeared under the church too. I’m not helping with that one though, it burns me even thinking of the place. Newbie likes Isaac better anyway, which I’m fine with. Fighting without you just tires me out.”

“How’s Mandie?”

“Moved on for right now. She’ll be back. Think La Rosa was just boring her. I agree. Same people, over and over.”

“Aren’t you happy about fresh blood then?”

“Metaphorically or literally?”

“Both.”

“No. Even a vampire has tastes.”

“What is your taste?”

“They have to be witty. And O negative.”

“Funny.”

“What?”

“That’s my blood type.”

He props himself up on one elbow, facing towards you.

“That’s a fun little tidbit.”

“Damn, didn’t know it would interest you that much.”

“You’re all I want. Why wouldn’t that interest me?”

You bite your lip. He’s all you want too, but you’re just so tired. You can’t keep running, but you don’t know how to stop either.

Being with him means being here for eternity. On this Earth, in this body, in this mind, forever. Can you handle that?

Why is it so hard to say no to yourself, but yes to him?

“Sorry. Got carried away.” You were silent for too long. He fell back to look at the sky.

“No, it’s alright. Just been thinking for a while.”

“Oh?”

“Remember that night? Our first date, I guess you can call it, when you needed a quick drink and went to the alley?”

“Yeah?”

“How am I to be sure I’m not left in that alley?”

He stayed silent, then sighed.

“There’s nothing I can say that can dissuade this fear for you.”

“There’s one thing you could say.”

“What?”

“I don’t think you’ve ever said it before.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you. You have to figure that out on your own.”

You take the last swig of wine. You both stay in silence for a few more minutes.

“Mom died.” You finally say, and run your fingers through your hair.

“Oh…jeez..I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s fine. I asked Jesse to keep it hush. He was alright with it, thankfully.”

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

“Just you. I just needed you here, with me.”

“Always.”

“Always?”

“You’re not getting rid of me.”

“Then say it.”

You turn to look at him, and his face is pained.

He thinks for a moment, then sighs again, opening his arms. You set your bottle to the side and lay down in the sand, moving to lay against his chest. You’re a perfect fit. You wonder why you haven't done this before.

You listen to the sound of water crashing against wet sand until you can see the first bit of orange glow on the horizon. At this, Sunder kisses your cheek, and you feel his lips ghost to your ear. He murmurs, and you’re barely able to hear him.

“I love you.”

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Fanfic request - reader calming Loki down after he had a nightmare

Whimpers

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: You're a maid in the royal palace in Asgard, and one night you hear whimpers coming from Prince Loki's room. Nothing to do other than go in and face your fears.

A/N: Hello, sorry this took so long. I've realized I just really love writing Royalty AUs/imagines with Loki. It's honestly my favorite to write. Hopefully this is a good addition to my repertoire. Requests and my ko-fi are open. Enjoy!

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There are whimpers coming from Prince Loki’s bedchamber, and you have no idea what to do. 

On one hand, it’s really odd for any noise at all to come from there, especially at midnight, and you should see if there’s something wrong. On the other hand, it’s Prince Loki. He could just be doing whatever a villainous trickster god does in his spare time.

On the third hand, you’re a maid and under the servitude of godly royals for life. Does a situation like this fit in your job description? Do you have working hours, even? This is your sleeping time, after all. You had crept out into the hall in only some light bedclothes and no shoes.

Are you going to be punished if you don’t make sure everything is alright? Oh, punishment is always the worst. What if you have to clean Sleipnir’s stable again? He always hates it. Not like you love it either, but a horse doesn’t know that.

The whimpers grew louder and cut through your whirling thoughts. You’re going to have to go in there. At this rate he’ll wake up the whole castle, and then he’ll be really mad.

Steeling your nerves and trying to quiet the voice in your head telling you to turn away, you slowly push open the door. You can see perfectly in the moonlight that comes in through the tall windows, and you only see a lump in the bed.

No victim? You didn’t especially expect there to be, but it’s not like you expected to hear whimpers in the room either. While you don’t believe all of the rumors surrounding Prince Loki and his so-called ‘murderous’ exploits, you did know he was dangerous all the same.

But as you silently closed the door and crept into the room, you couldn’t believe this was Loki either. His blankets were torn off his bed and he was in a fetal position, shivering. Moonlight glinted off the sweat on his brow and the whimpers that came from his pained throat were shocking.

This elegant, put-together, intimidating man looked like a child in his deep sleep, fighting off monsters too big for him.

The worst part was he was blue. You had heard of his origins but you had never seen the proof with your own eyes before. His body was covered in intricate grooves and the air around him seemed colder than you would think possible. But you can barely focus on that right now, as he was getting louder. You built your courage up again, and leaned forward slightly.

“Prince Loki?” You whisper, but a whimper came from his throat at the same time and it covered your words.

“Prince?” Nothing.

“Loki?” You reach a hand forward to take hold of his shoulder, to shake him awake, but before you can his own hand darts out and grabs you at the wrist with a bone-crushing grip. You’re about to yelp in surprise when his other palm covers your mouth.

He’s awake now. You wish he wasn’t, but here you are.

His eyes are blood-red, and in the light of the moon you can see a tear fall down his cheek. But he looks…angry. Hurt. Like your wrist.

“Ow.” You mutter into his hand and try to take yourself away from him, but he doesn’t seem to even notice your struggles as he looks over your face.

“Shush. What are you doing here? How dare you come in here without permission?” He hisses and you try harder to get away from him. Finally you bite on his hand and he lets go, more out of an evident surprise than actual pain.

“About time. The hell you think you’re doing, grabbing me like that?” You hiss back, feeling your sore wrist. You look at it, seeing dark bruises forming already. You barely have time to process the lack of decorum in your words.

“What, I’m not allowed to defend myself against an assassin? A piss-poor one, if I might add.” He looks you up and down and you suddenly feel…naked.

“Do I really look like an assassin to you? In pajamas? Actively awaking you?” You retort and he huffs.

“Get out.”

“No.” You’re already in this deep enough. You’ll be punished either way.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s my job to make sure you’re alright, is it not? Even if you apparently don’t even remember my face. You bring a man tea every morning, noon, and night and he can’t even do that.” You grumble, picking his blankets up off of the floor and throwing them at him. “Cover yourself up, you’re shivering.”

He catches them silently as he studies you again. His features slightly relax once he seems to recognize you.

“Why did you come in.”

“You were whimpering.”

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Woke me up. Hel, it probably woke up Jormungandr.” You go to the attached baths to get a glass of water, and come back to him sitting on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair and trying to breathe. He seemed shaky, and now you can tell he’s almost completely nude save for a pair of loose fitting shorts. Your cheeks flush and you hold out a glass of water, looking down at your feet.

“Here.” You say awkwardly and suddenly shyly. He tuts, annoyed.

“I don’t need that.”

You set it on his bedside table and stand there, hands behind your back. You both stay in silence, with him trying to breathe calmly.

“When I wake up from a nightmare, it helps me to count my breaths.” You can’t catch the words before they leave your mouth. Yet again.

“What?”

“Yes, as in I breathe in for five seconds, and breathe out for three. It calms me down.”

You both stay silent for a moment, but then you can hear his soft breaths across from you. In for five, out for three. It seems like ages before he speaks again.

“Thank you.” Is all he says, and you nod.

“If you’re alright after all, I’ll take my leave.” You feel the need to go before your words come back to bite you. You rub your wrist behind your back as you turn to go, tip-toeing quickly.

“Stop.” He mutters and you curse to yourself. Not quick enough, now you’re going to have to shovel out muck for the next fortnight. You do stop however, facing the door.

“Come. Show me your wrist.”

You walk slowly back and gingerly extend your sore wrist to him. Dark purple rings cloud it, and Loki mutters a curse as he takes it with long, slender fingers, tugging it closer to him. That makes you stumble and you’re left on shaky feet as he mumbles and runs his thumb over the marks.

They slowly dissipate, and after what seems like forever he lets you go.

“Apologies. I let my strength get the best of me.”

“Are you sure Thor is the strong one? I thought it was broken.” You mumble, looking over your wrist in awe. You barely catch his chuckle.

“It was.”

You look up at him again. He’s staring at you quizzically. Suddenly feeling like prey, you back away towards the door.

“What made you come in?”

Why can’t he just let you leave?

“The whimpers. I thought something was wrong.”

“And you weren’t scared?”

“Of course I was.”

“Then why?”

Is this a trick question? You can only think of one answer.

“I’d rather you be alright and me punished than you hurt and me having done nothing.”

It’s true, but more intimate than you think you realized.

“And of my reputation? Were you not scared of being hurt? Killed?”

His eyes were no longer red, but they still pierced a hole into your own. It took all of you to stare at him back and try to put on a brave face.

“I don’t put credence into rumors.”

Silence again. These moments could kill you.

“Your bed. It’s shit, no?” You’re taken aback by the sudden change of tone.

“....I like it.”

“It’s shit. Have you ever laid on a real mat?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“What?”

“If I say yes, that’s punishment.”

“You think a lot of punishment.”

“Wouldn’t you, in my position?”

“I guess so.” His smile is crooked, as if he hasn’t had a lot of practice in making one. “Answer the question either way.”

“...no. I haven’t laid on a real bed.”

“Come.”

He pats the expanse of the sheets next to him and your eyes widen. What exactly does he think is happening here? Your cheeks flush.

“Hey now, I don’t care if you are a god, that doesn’t mean you can just command me in your bed and-”

He rolls his eyes.

“So you don’t believe the dangerous rumors, but you believe the playboy ones?”

“Those seem much more credible given this situation.”

“Dear gods, just get in. I won’t do anything of the sort.”

You glare at him but climb in anyway. He was right, your mattress was pure shit compared to this. Your stiff joints seem to be melting into the bed and you can’t help but sigh happily. You glance at him, he’s doing the crooked smile again. He turns away before you can look at him too closely however.

“I take that as a sign of approval.” He says and you blush again.

“I didn’t expect anything less of your bed.”

“You may stay tonight. As thanks.”

“In…the bed? With you?”

“Again, the stories of my escapades are over-dramatized. Nothing will happen to you here.”

“I meant more, you’re alright with this? A maid in your bed?”

“A maid that helped me.”

“All maids help you.”

“Not all maids have your courage.”

“...fine. I shall stay.”

“That was an easy fight.”

“I can sense you still need me.”

You really could. His breathing had gone from shaky to smooth, but it was back to shaky once he had laid down. His eyes had the slightest tinge of red. He seemed tired, but was fighting back sleep.

He yawned.

“Possibly.”

You hesitated, but reached over him and grabbed the corner of the blanket and brought it up to his chest, tucking him in. You remember as a child, newly in the castle, another maid had done the same thing when you were frightened and alone at night.

He watched your every move doing so, but he allowed it. You went back to your side and laid back down, closing your eyes.

“Wake me if you need me, Prince.”

“Call me Loki, please.”

Your face flushed, but you said nothing. And before long, you fell asleep to the sound of his smooth breathing.

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Cows Don't Fly

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: You and Bucky have been irritating each other ever since Sam introduced the both of you. But when you're walking home alone after a party, Bucky decided to intrude on your territory.

Fluffy!

A/N: I know I'm mainly a Loki fanfic blog, but after watching FWS for the fifth time I've just fallen in love with Bucky even more. So. Get ready for a lot like these. Hope you like! Requests and Ko-Fi open.

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It was a club. You hate clubs, but Sam asked you to come.

Sadly, he also asked Bucky.

Sam’s family wanted to get out and have some (really loud) fun, and knowing that you never leave your apartment, Sam wanted to invite you. You came solely for him. He didn’t tell you that he also somehow convinced the greasy metal-armed guy that he always hangs around with.

You shove a strange man's hand off your waist and start walking to the bar on the other side of the club. 

Rationally you know you and Bucky share a lot in common. Maybe too much. How many PTSD -riddled murderous assasin friends does Sam have? It’s a problem.

But in actuality, you can’t stand him. He flashes a smile but it always looks fake and forced. He strictly never talks to you unless he’s made to and it always devolves into you both insulting each other. He says he finds you too pretty for your own good, whatever that means. It made you blush anyway, which made you hate him more.

Too late, you notice that he’s at the bar. You connect eyes and he retreats into the shadows and just stands there, glowering.

At this point, you usually just give each other space. It keeps Sam happy and arguments down.

You yell for a whiskey sour over the music and turn your head to look at Sam. He’s dancing with Sarah, who is definitely beating him if this was a competition, and you chuckle. You feel a tap on your shoulder and get handed two drinks. Your whiskey sour and a…cosmo? 

You flash a confused eyebrow to the bartender and he points to a random guy on the other side of the bar. You roll your eyes, taking only your order and sipping it as you leave for the wall to get away from him.

By accident, you go exactly where Bucky was. As in, exactly. You step on his feet and stumble, falling into his chest. He smells like cedarwood and his shirt is old cotton, you feel some thinning threads as you grab onto his waist to catch yourself.

“Jesus Christ, it’s a huge place, you just had to come here?” You can hear him clearly when you’re this close.

“Maybe if you weren’t hiding in the shadows like freaking Batman, I could have avoided being within five feet of you.” You mutter back and push yourself off his chest, running one hand down the front of your dress and sipping with the other.

“I am nothing like that goth crybaby.” He seems actually insulted.

“Actually, you are a carbon copy of the guy. Half the time I’m expecting you to go into some long rant about needing to save New York from itself or whatever.”

“This is just actually insulting. You get worse when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You ordered two drinks at once. You left one back there, by the way.”

“What? You think I really drink cosmos?”

“I don’t know what the hell you drink.”

“Why are we still talking?”

‘“You’re the one breaking the territory rule.”

“Territory rule? What are we, in high school? I’m not allowed to go to the gym but the parking lot is all mine?”

“Very accurate. You can never play dodgeball again.”

“Ok, that’s too far.” You glance up as you take a sip to see him quickly smile but then cough and cover it up with his fist.

You feel a slight chill down your spine. This smile wasn’t all teeth, it was cocked and awkward, like he wasn’t expecting to smile and it came out without his say-so. It was the only real one you’ve seen him make in…ever.

You look back down at your shoes and take a big gulp of your drink. You need to get out of here.

“So who’s cosmo is it?” He yells over the music before you can get away. You roll your eyes and nod your head towards the guy from earlier. You can still feel him staring at you, his dark eyes trying to burn a hole in your cheek.

“He looks irritating.” Bucky mutters and you nod.

“I’m gonna go home. Tell Sam that I loved coming out. I don’t think I can get to him right now.” You both look over at the usually put-together man with his shirt half open and trying to breakdance on the dance floor. He’s failing miserably.

“Yeah.” Is all Bucky can say before you finish your drink and leave it on a table on the way to the coat check. You glance back to see Bucky is talking to Sam. Sam is looking confused but nods, and you wonder what that’s about. Not too much though, because you can’t find your ticket.

The attendee smiles sadly at you, and taps to the sign saying ‘no ticket, no coat’.

Damn. Your knives were in there. Whatever, it’s a short walk. In September, but still.

You regret not looking for the coat more when you step outside. You can walk in heels, but it’s not fun when you’re already shivering after five minutes.

The sky is beautiful though, and the whiskey sours are starting to really get to you. You stumble into a brick wall nearby, and feel hands grab your waist again. You turn your head to see the same guy from earlier. His eyes have a void behind them, and his grip is getting painful.

“Get the hell off of me.” You elbow him in the chest but he just grunts and smiles.

“Come home with me.” He leans close and whispers in your ear, and you can smell the beer on his breath. You put your arm at his throat, pushing him away and finally breaking his hold on you.

You walk as fast as you can away from him but stumble once you hit cobblestone, and as you slow down you feel a shove to your side that knocks you into the side of a building.

It’s him again, and his arms are on either side of you, pinning you to the wall. There is no more void now, just anger. You can’t help but feel a slight twinge of fear as you reach for your heel.

Before you can though, he’s gone.

Trying to focus in the dark, you see the man coughing violently on the ground, holding his throat. Above him stands a tall figure with…a glint of metal.

“Seriously Bucky? I don’t need to be saved.” You mutter, turning and walking away as fast as you can. Not fast enough, as he catches up to you in just a few strides.

“Didn’t seem like it.”

“You didn’t even let me knife him.”

“Knife him? One, you left your coat back at the check, and two, knife isn’t a verb.”

“I didn’t have my ticket, for one thing. And,” You stop for a second and with lack of wall, hold onto his arm as you lift a foot. You grab the heel of your stiletto and slowly pull out a thin weapon that shines in the light, and quickly take it out of the other shoe as well.

“See? Knives. And flats.” You start walking again and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not sure shoes work like that.”

“Just let me walk alone. I don’t need you knowing where I live.”

“I already know where you live.”

“I’m going to point out that that sentence makes you sound worse than that guy.” You motion back and seeing him get up out of the corner of your eye, you swivel and throw. You both hear a yelp of pain as it connects to your target's leg, and you smile.

“Nice shot for a drunk girl.”

“Obviously not drunk.”

“You’re stumbling.”

“You try walking on heels without actual heels.”

“I told you shoes don’t work like that.”

“Shut up Bucky.”

He chuckles. You snap your head up to look at him. He’s smiling again, the real one, and it makes your defenses fall.

“You should smile more.” You finally mutter.

“Ok, now you sound like the creep.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

You catch his eyes, and he looks…flushed. He coughs awkwardly and speeds up.

“Hey! Wait up. Jesus christ, can’t I just have a nice walk?” You groan and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re literally shivering, let me just get you home.”

“Just go back to the club, Bucky, I’ll be fine. It’s a block. I’d rather not run all the way there right now.”

“No. I already told Sam I’m going home.”

“Don’t you live the complete opposite way?”

“Oh, now who’s the stalker?”

“My god, you’re the worst.”

“Same goes for you.”

You cross your arms as you walk, half out of frustration and half trying to keep warm. You both stay in silence for a few minutes before you feel something heavy draped across your shoulders.

“Are you kidding me?” You say, but admit to yourself that the warmth is making you feel better.

“Just shut up and take the damn jacket. Don’t rip it either, it’s leather.”

“You rip the sleeve off half the time.”

“You try jumping out of an airplane with a full leather jacket. Cow wasn’t meant to fly.”

You can’t help but laugh, loudly. It takes him by surprise, judging by the smile on his face as he looks at you.

“That was the dumbest sentence I think I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.”

“This isn’t even real cow leather.”

“I know.”

Silence for a couple more minutes. Eventually, you end up at your building. You take off his jacket and hold it out to him.

“To cover your arm.”

“Don’t worry about my arm.”

“I thought you hated people seeing it.”

“It’s three a.m.”

“Then take it because it’s cold. Why do you want me to keep your jacket, I’m home.”

He opens his mouth but closes it after a couple stutters. Eventually he takes it.

“Thanks.” Is all he says as he shrugs it on.

“...thanks to you too.”

“Thought you could take care of yourself.”

“Do you want the thanks or not?”

“I’ll take it.”

After a second of hesitation, you hold out your hand. He looks at it, confused.

“Truce.” You cough out, and you push your hand closer to him.

Eventually he shakes it. His skin is warm to the touch, with calluses that you can feel even through your frozen fingers. His grip was softer than you imagined. It takes a couple seconds for you to break away. He’s left there, seeming as if he was going to hold on for longer.

“Good night.” He turns and walks away, leaving you on your building's doorstep.

You dream of running through a cedar forest that night.

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There’s a plastic bag outside your door that morning. You tried looking out the peephole when you heard the knock on the door, but there was no one in the hall.

Opening it, you find your jacket and the heel-dagger you had left in the man.

Plus, a blue post-it. A number.

You program it on your phone immediately.

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Do you do requests/comissions for characters from "Loki?" by chance

I ADORE your writing and would love to ask for something for Sylvie 💞

I do in fact write characters from Loki! This caught me at a good time; my finals are almost done.

Feel free to send in your asks for characters from Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Loki (The Show), and Hawkeye.

I also do commissions and take donations! Send me a message here if you'd like to commission. You can find my prices and donate a cup here: https://ko-fi.com/starryeyedalien

I'll also dabble in some Sherlock, if anyone is still into that show hahaha

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Reunions and Fake Dates 2

Read the first one here!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 719

Description: You needed a date to a high school reunion that you didn't really want to go to, remembering the bad days of teenage-hood. Loki was available, and barely willing. You're both there, now you just have to get past the table and the snotty woman that sits behind it. Loki proves a good actor, if he's acting at all. So much fluff.

A/N: Hello again. I'm no fully back, as I'm a full-time University student, plus work 20 hours a week, plus trying to fill my resume up. I had a request to finish this series and I have some more time before exams so I plan on finishing this plotline and maybe writing a couple new ones. I'll probably come back with some new stuff over December. In the meantime, if anyone has any of my stories you'd like some more of, let me know! I'll do my best to write those first. Anyway, hope y'all have a happy holidays!

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You feel like an interloper.

Walking into the gym, your vision is taken over by cheap red and black streamers and balloons everywhere. A banner with a painted “Welcome Back Owls!” is hanging up high on the ceiling, waving in the fan of the air conditioner.

“By the Norns, it’s cold in here.” Loki mutters next to you and you chuckle. It’s way too cold if a Frost giant is freezing.

You grab his hand and he looks at you in surprise.

“We have to keep up appearances.” You whisper, blushing at your own movement. In reality, you just wanted to warm his hand up, forgetting that physical touch is untreaded territory. Trying to swallow back your embarrassment, you bring him up to the table with IDs, sharpies, and one particularly mean girl named Tanya.

You hate Tanya.

She hates you.

“Omygod! Hi! It’s so good to see you! Damn, look at you! Spin for me!” Tanya squeals as she sees you and you raise an eyebrow. She waves for you to start and you nervously spin a little bit, and she claps in childish amusement.

“You look so good! I did not expect that!” She says, grabbing your hand from Loki’s and holding it between her palms. Her hands are cold and clammy. Like a lizard.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks. Your hair looks...good, Tanya.”

It doesn’t.

“Oh yes, I think my hairdresser called it Sennep Yellow, I think. She’s Icelandic I think, they have such funny words.”

Loki badly hides a snort and you slap him on the thigh as you smile at her warmly. Tanya gives him a puzzled look, then fully looks at him for the first time. Loki composes himself under her stare, and you grow irritated by her stunned silence.

“Tanya? You still there?”

“Oh! Yes! I’m just seeing if this nice man needs some help? Who did you come here with?”

“Guess.” Loki says dryly, taking your hand again. You try to hide the blush rushing to your face, but it’s no use. You’re in an anime now, your emotions are so obvious. You might as well get a nosebleed. You may actually get a nosebleed just listening to Tanya’s even louder squeal.

“Look at you both! I really didn’t expect this to ever happen! Wait, I need the camera.” She starts digging around in her bag and you and Loki share an eye roll. She pops back up with the camera and starts taking photos, and you try to cover up your face in the face of the flurry.

“There! These are perfect, no one will ever believe it otherwise.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey Tanya, can we get our IDs now?” You mutter, just wanting to get away from her and her “omygod”s and “I’d never believe”s.

“Oh yeah, yeah sure. Here, I have yours already, and Mr. Tall over here will have to write his name. And maybe his number.” She winks at Loki, and he grimaces and just writes L on the sticker. Tanya looks surprised, and tries to hide her disappointment by turning to the next couple people that came in.

You put yours on and he just holds his, and you tut, taking the ID sticker in your hand and unpeeling it, putting it onto his chest. He looks at you quizzically and you roll your eyes.

“You can deal with a sticker on your suit for one night.”

“You didn’t need to put it on for me.”

“Apparently, I did. You weren’t doing it.”

“You just wanted to touch me more, is that it?”

You cough loudly to cover up his words, which attracted more attention than he would have gotten anyway so now your embarrassment is at full tilt. May actually get a nosebleed now.

“Look,” You whisper harshly up to him. “We have to put on airs, ok? As a couple. Or else I’m just a sad person bringing a friend.”

“Got it. No friends. Only lovers.”

“Dear god Loki, do you have to say it like that?”

“Of course honey bunny.” You can hear the slightest chuckle as he bends down and kisses the top of your head before snaking a hand around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“How else will anyone know that I’m the luckiest one here? Lover.”

Nosebleed.

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Loki's Love Languages: Quality Time

Pairing: Loki x any!Reader

5 Imagines

A/N: The third in my love languages with Loki series. A lot of people in my life have this as their main love language, so I loved reading up on examples of it. Hope you like! My commissions and requests are open.

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1: Imagine Loki listening to you as you show him your baby photos. He stops you when you show him a family camping trip, and ask what you’re eating. Little you is covered in s'mores and grinning, and you tell him what they are. He just nods and you continue, having forgotten the whole thing, when the next day he comes up to you with a bag of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate, and leads you out to a small vampire he made in the backyard. You both spend the whole night making s'mores and talking with each other, and after that he keeps buying more and more s'more ingredients so you can both keep having campfire nights.

2: You’re listening to the radio one night on the oldies channel. You just hadn’t bothered to switch it yet as you were reading, but Loki comes up behind you and starts humming along. You look over at him and he smiles, coming in front of you and reaching a hand out. You gladly take it and put down your book as he pulls you into a dance, one arm around your waist and holding you close. You both start to sway to the music, dancing along to it until you both get tired.

3: Loki finds out about make-your-own-pottery stores. You both go together, and while you look through all the different choices, Loki quickly grabs a piggy bank. A heart. He paints it green and gives it to you after it’s fired.

4: Loki is stressed today. Something about his father; he’s been sitting at his desk and talking with people and writing things for ages. You aren’t sure why he’s leaving to deal with his issues, but you aren’t going to ask. You spend the day laying on the couch by him, alternating from looking at your phone to reading. At the end of the day, he comes up to you and kisses you on the forehead. When you ask what that was for, all he says is “for being here.”

5: Loki shakes you awake one night, and after your grumbling he apologizes and tells you that the stars are clear and bright tonight. You bring yourself out of bed and he quickly gives you some shoes to wear and grabs a blanket, and you both walk out onto the Tower lawn. You both lay on the blanket and look up at the stars, and he talks about his constellations he sees on Asgard and which ones he doesn’t. Your hand creeps into his as he talks, and the smile that comes onto his face is unmissable. You’re so thankful that he woke you up after all.

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Loki's Love Languages: Acts of Service

Pairing: Loki x any!reader

5 imagines

A/N: Here's the second part in my Love Language Imagines series! Full disclosure; Acts of Service is the one language I have 0 interest in. I'm just a very independent person, I guess. But this was so fun to write! Most of the little acts of love I read about were so sweet. So here's Loki doing a few, just for you.

If you would like any of these imagines fleshed out into full fics by yours truly, you can commission me at my ko-fi:

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Otherwise, enjoy!

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1: Imagine Loki finding out your favorite food without you knowing. When you come back home after a really long day, it’s sitting on the table for you. He’s eating his own plate, reading through a book. When you thank him, he shrugs. “It was nothing.” He waves it off, and the food tastes amazing.

2: It was an incredibly stressful day, and all you wanted to do when you got home was nothing. But when you do, you notice that Tony must have come over, because there was stuff everywhere. You almost just collapse right there, but you notice Loki and his alter are going through the place and cleaning everything up. Washing dishes, putting back books and random crap Tony brought, everything. You smile as you watch him, even if he’s muttering Asgardian curse words under his breath.

3: You reach out of the shower and grab for a towel, but find none where you usually put them. You call for Loki, and he comes in a minute later with a warm and soft towel in his hands.

“Here.”

“What is this?”

“I put it in the dryer for you. So it could be warm.”

4: You wake up already stressed. Your deep sigh must have woken Loki up too, because he blearily wraps an arm around you and kisses your cheek. In his gruff, still-asleep voice, he murmurs into your ear.

“What can I do to make your day better?”

When you tell him, he nods and after work, you find half your chore list already done.

5: When you wake up, you find Loki gone from your bed and in his place a bag and a note. In the bag are some incredibly fancy clothes, and scribbled on the paper is an address in a time later that night. When you show up, your eyes marvel at the luxury restaurant you showed Loki a few months prior. He comes up behind you and kisses the back of your neck, and leads you into the restaurant and the start of a date he spent weeks planning for you.

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Loki Imagines Love Languages: Gifts

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

5 Imagines

A/N: Hello! Something a bit different, since I've lost a ton of motivation lately. I've always loved love languages, and I love Loki, so why not combine the two and give some really fluffy imagines for every love language? I'm hoping these will get me out of my funk that I'm in lately. Today, it's gifts! This is one of my main ones, so it was sweet thinking about (and I may add more lol).

If you would like any of these imagines fleshed out into full fics by yours truly, you can commission me at my ko-fi:

https://ko-fi.com/starryeyedalien/commissions

Otherwise, enjoy!

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1) Imagine Loki just ignoring you for months on end after being brought to the Tower and slowly being rehabbed by Thor. The only times he acknowledges you are when you’re sitting out on the balcony and he stands out there with you. You never speak, but after summer starts you notice a new bottle of sunscreen sitting next to your lounge chair.

2) You and Loki start getting closer over time. Since he loves reading so much, you show him your private book collection in your room. He starts coming over more and more, to borrow a book or just to read in the same room as you. Even though you never tell him your favorite author, you find a brand-new book of theirs on your bedside table.

3) You have nightmares. Severe ones. You hate anyone knowing about them so you try to stay as quiet as possible. It doesn’t matter though, Because Loki always seems gentler around you the next morning. He never tries to console you directly, but you find a green teddy bear on your bed one night. It even smells like him.

4) You and Loki start to take walks together. He says he only does it to get Thor off his back for a while, but you notice he always waits for you. One day while you were both passing by some shops, you stop and remark on a cool ring in the window. The next day while the both of you eat breakfast, he slides over a small box in silence. Opening it, it’s the ring you saw. You thank him and gleefully slide it on, and he slyly hides a smile behind his fork.

5) You decide to switch things up on him for a change. Noticing he seemed homesick lately, you beg Thor to go to Asgard and pick up some things for you. He comes back and you put everything in a big gift bag, and casually come to where he’s reading in the living room and drop it on his lap. You sit across from him and smile, as he quizzically looks inside. He pulls out some Asgardian pastries and a couple of his books from his personal collections, and he gives you a huge grin. You both spend the rest of the day sharing the desserts, him teaching you basic Asgardian runes and getting as close as you could be with each other.

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Hi hi! Hope you’ve been doing well!!! I’ve been super anxious recently and was wondering if you could write a little something about Loki calming down an anxious reader? Thank you I appreciate you 💚

Cookie Dough

Pairing: Loki x Anxious!Reader

Word Count: 869

Description: Loki has been gone for way too long, and both you and Thor presume him dead. You try baking his favorite cookies one night after a long and anxious time, but it all becomes too much and you start having a panic attack. Loki has amazing timing, however. Lot of fluff, tiniest bit of angst.

A/N: Hi! This came at a very opportune time simply because I've been dealing with my own anxiety lately too. Even writing is getting difficult. So I fully get where you're coming from, and I really hope your anxiety lessens and you're able to have a calm day soon. Everyone deserves a calm day. So, I hope you like this! My requests and commissions are still open.

Also quick note; I will not be writing fics based on the series until the series is done. If I do, they will be fully spoiler-tagged. However; you can still commission me for them. I just don't want to spoil people just looking up Loki fics.

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Your heart is pounding and it won’t stop. Thoughts that make no sense and just repeat themselves are flying through your head, and you can’t keep up. Breathing is hard. Breathing is so hard.

You can’t catch air, and you sink against the kitchen counter onto the floor.

You barely know what time it is. Three in the morning? Four? Does it really matter? At least no one will come in and see you right now.

You hate this. Anxiety turns into panic attacks. And you’ve had so much anxiety lately.

Loki was gone. You’re usually strong when he’s gone, but Thor won’t even speak to you. He never just ignores you, but now he leaves the room whenever you come in.

That’s a horrible sign.

For a man that dies so often; you’d think you’d have less anxiety when it comes to his death. Expecting him to come back. But it’s been too long now, and you can’t stay in hopeful denial anymore.

He’s gone, it’s three or four in the morning, and you’re panicking on the kitchen floor after trying to make Loki’s favorite cookies.

It’s a couple minutes of this, you trying to calm yourself down and your mind not allowing you to calm down, when you hear footsteps.

You think it’s Thor, or Tony. Those are the only two that are usually awake in the Tower this early. You put your hand over your mouth to try and quiet your breathing, but it’s useless as the footsteps stop outside of the kitchen entryway. You’re hidden by the island, but that has the adverse effect of hiding whoever it is from you.

The footsteps start again, and you just watch the floor as black leather boots come into view. Your eyes travel up long legs, thick black coat, pale throat.

Face contorted with worry, eyes that are centered on you.

Loki’s hair is messed up, bedraggled. He has a cut over his eyebrow. But he’s breathing. At least, you think so. This could be a panicked hallucination.

“Loki?” You manage to stutter out, and his eyes flick to the bowl of cookie dough you were making.

“My favorite.” He murmurs, and you nod. Your heart is still beating fast. This has to be a hallucination, so you look down at the floor and close your eyes tight, hugging your legs tight to your chest.

A shuffle next to you, and your wrist is taken in slender fingers. Your nails stop digging into the side of your arm where you’ve grasped them, and you let your arm go limp.

He takes it in his hands, holding it close, then wraps an arm around your shoulder and tugs you against him.

Your head falls against his shoulder, one hand in his, his other hand holding you tight.

“Are you alright?” He asks quietly, and you shake your head.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks again, and you have the same response.

He rubs his thumb against your hand in circular motions, and after a minute you coral onto his lap and hug him, putting your face in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you too, and you try to match your racing heartbeat to his calm one.

“You died.” You whisper after a while, and he hugs you tighter.

“I’m here now.”

“You can’t leave again.”

“I never wanted to leave in the first place.”

“If you die again, I’ll kill you.”

“You’ll be the only one to kill me from now on.” He kisses your cheek, and you pull away from him slightly to look at his face. You touch slightly at his cut and he lightly winces.

“Someone cut you?” You mutter, and he chuckles.

“They look much worse than I do.”

“They’ll look horrific once I get my hands on them.” You mutter darkly, and he just chuckles again.

“I would love to see that.”

One hand travels up to your face, holding your cheek.

“Are you alright?” he asks again, and you nod.

“Just a little panic.”

“I’m going to be here for any panic you have. I promise.” His hand goes to the back of your head and brings you against him again.

This hug is for him; his desire to want you as close to him as possible leads to a hug that hurts your ribs. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You eventually pull away, and after looking into your eyes for a moment more, he reaches up and grabs the bowl of cookie dough.

“Sorry, I couldn’t finish them.”

“Oh that’s fine. Cookie dough tastes great.”

“You can get sick from eating raw cookie dough.”

“I’m a god, it’ll be alright.”

“I’m not.”

“Then it’s good you have a god that’ll be here to take care of you.” He smiles, lifting up the spatula to your mouth and you happily eat some. He eats some after you, smiling too, and you let out a deep breath.

Your heart is calm now, breathing steady.

You both eat the rest of the cookie dough on the floor of the kitchen that night. And when you get sick, Loki is there to comfort you again.

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Please let Wednesday hurry up, I need new cute things to write about.

Is it Wednesday yet?

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Hello! How are you? So Loki doesn’t show his arms that often, how would he react when his crush, y/n, sees him with his sleeves rolled up and compliments him? Would he do it more often to get their attention? And does Thor notice and tease him about it?

Beauty of Painting

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 732

Description: Loki is painting the library for you, but with one condition. He wants you to be his model. That's fine with you; he's cute when he paints. Just fluff!

A/N: Hi y'all. I had midterms last week + some technical difficulties + a tiny bit of a motivation problem. I think I'm out of the funk now! My requests and commissions are still open. I'm glad to be back!

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The God of Mischief has a calming hobby. Painting.

You never saw him when he painted though, just saw his art after the fact. You love them.

They’re usually dark and cold, showing the places of his life. The caves of Jotunnheim, the empty palace halls of Asgard, the cells of Midgardian prisons.

They were beautiful, detailed, and incredibly sad.

“Do you like painting these, Loki?” You ask as he shows you his latest work. The trash piles of Sakaar, all painted from his memory of the stench and danger within. The sky is cloudy, grey, and overbearing. You almost feel like you were there.

“Painting them is pleasurable, yes.” He’s looking over the painting with you, sitting next to you on the couch with an arm on the headrest behind you. His closeness makes your heart flutter, though you try to ignore it.

“All your paintings are beautiful, but always a bit...grey.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not in the slightest. But have you tried color?”

“Not really, no. I find it too fake.”

“Too fake?”

“Yes. All of my paintings are of places that have little to no color, or life. It’s calming, painting a place with little life.”

“Then how about you paint the library? It’s only ever us here, and it’s incredibly cozy. We can put it over the mantle!”

“You want me to paint the room we’re in...to decorate the room we’re in.”

“Yeah! It’ll be meta.” You grin at him, and he studies your face. His eyes flick to your lips then back to your eyes, and he gives you a small smile before looking away and running a hand through his hair.

“Alright, but you have to be my model.” “Model?”

“Yes. Stay in here and read, I want you to be in my painting.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m certain. You would be perfect in it. You’ll make the piece beautiful.” He murmurs, looking you over again. You smile at him and he quickly gets up, grabbing an empty canvas from the corner and setting up his easel in the corner.

“So should I just read?”

“Yes, the light frames you perfectly.” He murmurs, and you read as he starts to paint. You both become engrossed in your activities, until you see him moving in the corner of your eye.

Looking up, you see him rolling up his sleeves, and you can’t go back to your book. You had never really seen his arms, with him always wearing formal long-sleeves shirts and jackets.

Seeing him with his sleeves rolled up, his hair tucked messily behind his ear, a deep focus in his eyes...you really can’t go back to reading.

“You moved.” He mutters, and you chuckle.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“Oh? Do I have paint on my face?”

“Not at the moment. I just had never really seen your arms before.”

“Well, they’re arms.”

“They look nice.”

He glances up at you, studying your face yet again.

“You think I have nice arms?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

You think you see another smile from him before he goes back to his painting.

“No, I have great arms.”

“All the painting must really make them toned.”

“I guess so.”

You smile and rip your eyes away from him, going back down to your book.

“Thank you. For the comment.” He says suddenly and you flash him another smile.

“Of course. Will I mess up your painting if I grab us some tea?” You put down your book as he shakes his head.

“Peppermint tea, please.”

You leave, passing by Thor on the way. You try to act like you didn’t see Loki blushing as you got up.

You’ll need to comment on his arms more often. You like the way you can make him feel; almost as if you affect him the same way he does to you.

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“Hello brother. Are you painting the library?” Thor looks over Loki’s shoulder to the canvas, then smirks. “It seems you have an object of affection. You’ve only painted her so far.”

“Quiet, Thor.” Loki mutters, with Thor chuckling.

“Plus your cheeks are blushed. I heard her comment on your arms; might I sense a correlation?”

“I can turn your blood into paint, I’ll have you know.”

“Should we go buy you some short-sleeved shirts, brother?”

“We should go buy you a coffin, Thor.”

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Planes

Pairing: Loki x Any!Reader

Word Count: 532

Description: You and Loki have been on the run for a while, and Loki has decided to go on the plane with you for this leg of the journey. Turns out, he's terrified of Midgardian planes. You give him comfort. (So much fluff).

A/N: Just a cute little Loki fic! I had a midterm this week that drained me. If anyone has questions about Communication Studies, I have way too much info to share. Could basically tutor at this point. Anyway, I hope you like this! My (free/short) requests are open.

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“Loki, I’m so tired.”

”I know.”

“Thank you for coming with me.”

“I shouldn’t have, this metal contraption should not be able to fly.”

You both had been hiding for a long time, both from allies and enemies. Both of you had grown closer on the run, enough to be called good friends. You hated going on planes, and he wanted to be there for you instead of teleporting ahead for once.

He had never been on a Midgardian commercial flight before.

You look over at him, glancing down at his hand white-knuckling your shared armrest. He’s glancing past you through the little airplane window, and you quickly shut it.

“Are you scared of flying, Loki?”

“Have you not felt the turbulence? It’s shaken us around like sardines in a tin can. This is incredibly unsafe.”

“This is why you teleport everywhere, huh?” “Most definitely.”

“You could have just done that!”

“If you die by this damned thing, I will be there with you.”

“Like you would ever die.”

He glances at you, smirking. His face is paler than usual, but you’re glad he still has some humor left.

“If anything kills me, it’s this. The sky is my brother's domain.”

“We’ll be ok, Loki.” You smile to comfort him, and he settles for just a moment before the plane shakes again. Just normal turbulence, but his hand still grabs yours and grips it hard.

You can’t even pay attention to the shakiness, you can just stare at his hand as it holds yours in a vice.

When the turbulence ends, his hand relaxes a little bit but he still doesn’t let go.

“Loki, we’ll be ok.” You murmur, putting your other hand on top of his and rubbing it comfortingly.

“You say that, and I’ll say ‘I told you so’ in Valhalla.”

“I don’t think we’ll have fought a battle if we die in a plane crash.”

“A fight against gravity, yes.”

“Can’t you just use magic to calm the plane down?”

“I’m already exhausted. I came on this plane to give you comfort and company, not to sleep through the whole thing.”

“Loki, I think at this point you’re the one that needs comforting. I’ll be alright.”

He looks over to you and you nod assuredly.

“I’ll wake you up when we land. Everything will be alright.”

“You can’t let go of my hand.” He says, almost at a murmur.

“Why would I ever want to?” You murmur back, and he squeezes your hand assuredly.

Closing his eyes, you feel the plane slowly stop shaking so much. The ride becomes much smoother, and he has a slight smile as he leans his head back.

He seems to be asleep just a few moments later.

This is the most peaceful you’ve seen him in a while.

Hesitantly, you lean over and rest your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t move, so you settle in closer to him.

You run your fingers over his hand, then just hold it as you close your eyes and try to sleep with him.

As you fall asleep, you can swear you feel him kiss the top of your head, and his hand squeezes yours again.

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Bluebells

Pairing: Jotunn!Loki(?) x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Description: Loki; drunk and blue; tries to get you to sleep in the same bed as him tonight. To warm him up. You're his servant, but it becomes obvious he thinks of you as much more than that. (So much fluff!)

A/N: Loki in this one is in his Frost Giant form but he's still the same old Loki. Just a little drunk, and cute. Per usual. My classes have been doing really well this week so wanted to try and write more! My requests and commissions are still open!

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He was blue and cold as ice in your arms, but you just shoved him towards the bed with a sigh. He stumbles towards it and falls back, grinning. He had been grinning the entire time you walked him back to his room from the huge feast Odin threw in Thors honor.

That’s what happens when you’re the sole person Prince Loki allows to touch him. You have to be borderline crushed by a drunk Frost Giant.

“Hey now, that was rough.” He croons from the bed and you roll your eyes.

“Sir Loki, seriously. I understand Prince Thor-”

“King Thor.” He corrects you, his face smushed into his pillow.

“He’s not crowned yet. I understand Prince Thor challenges you to drinking challenges, and you’re stubborn and like to win, but he will always beat you.”

“I will never lose.” He raises a finger triumphantly in the air and you cock an eyebrow.

“You are in your Jotunn form and stink of beer.”

“Yes, but I poisoned his mug.”

“You are-”

“Smart? Witty? Genius? I would accept all three.”

“A cheating little bastard.”

He lifts his head from his pillows, looking at you in fake shock with a hand to his heart.

“Me? Never. I am an upstanding gentleman.”

“You’re neither upstanding or a gentleman at the moment.” You mutter, trying to take off his dress shirt.

“I’m drunk, can you undress me when I’m sober?” He lightly slaps your hands away, struggling to unbutton his shirt himself.

“I am quite literally your servant, this is sort of my job.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be my servant, have you thought of that?” He looks at you, and you connect eyes with him.

His voice is drunk but his eyes are still sharp. In their red form, they’re menacing. He studies your face, then quickly looks back at his shirt. You wonder what expression you had, because every time he speaks of you leaving your status, your heart quickens.

Would he do that for you? Maybe, at this point. He’s too drunk at the moment for you to ask.

“These damned buttons.” He mutters, then waves his hand over them and they all disappear. He slinks his arms out of the sleeves and throws it towards his closet, falling facedown onto his bed.

“You could have just handed it to me, you know. And do you know how long it’s going to take to sew all-new buttons back on?” You start walking in a huff towards his closet but he swiftly catches your wrist as you go by.

“Forget the shirt, I’m cold. Come hold me.” He murmurs.

“You’re cold simply because you’re a frost giant at the moment.”

“Come in my bed and warm me then, love.”

You stop dead, not even daring to breathe.

Did he just call you…?

He must have noticed his slip-up too because he coughs and lets go of your wrist.

“Loki-”

“You can leave if you wish. Leave me to freeze to death.” He murmurs.

“No, I’m just going to get you more blankets and I’ll be right back.”

“Only you can truly warm me.” He stretches, hugging his pillow and letting out a dramatic sigh. You roll your eyes.

“Then give me a moment.”

Even though he is drunk and a victim to his whims, the nickname he called you keeps playing in your head.

Love.

It is unprofessional, a prince calling his servant that. But at the same time, he’s said multiple times he hates thinking of you in that way. As someone beneath him.

You really should ask him to fire you, but then what happens? Will he let you stay around?

That’s an odd question, as you are literally getting dressed into some clothes he bought you for the express purpose of sleeping in his bed. He probably wants you around.

Either way, bought is a generous term. He never said exactly, but you feel the shirt you are wearing is one of his old ones. You accepted it anyway.

Love.

A deep part of you wishes he uses that nickname again.

You come out to him sitting up in the bed, looking over his hands.

He’s still blue, etched with the grooves all Jotunn have. He’s staring at himself in stony silence, and you cough nervously.

“Do you still want to sleep, Loki?”

“I am a hideous shade of blue.”

“I quite like that shade actually.”

He looks up at you, studying your face, then looks back down at his hands with a scowl.

“Don’t try to appease me. Lying isn’t a good look on you.”

“Says the patron saint of liars. But I’m being truthful.” He says nothing and continues to stare at his hands.

Gingerly, you sit down on the bed in front of him and take one of them.

You hold it gently in one palm, running your other fingers over the lines that are drawn in his skin. He tenses, but doesn’t move his hand away.

“It really is beautiful. Reminds me of bluebells.” You murmur, and when you glance up he’s staring at you.

“Bluebells?”

“The flower. Right when they’re at their most open, they’re such a pretty and pale shade of blue. Like the sky on a cloudless day.”

“You make me sound beautiful.”

“You are.” You glance up at him as his hand softens in yours. His eyes are still as sharp as ever, and you wonder just how drunk he’s actually been all this time.

“Shall we sleep?” You say quietly, and he just nods.

He starts to pull his hand away but you’re the one to catch his wrist this time, and you lift his arm above you and slither under it.

You drop his arm once you’re pressed up against him, head at his collarbone.

He’s icy cold, but here, you can feel his heartbeat quicken and you smile against his chest as he gently brings the blankets up around the both of you, then hugging you tight.

He’s holding you, his heartbeat strong, and as you start to fall asleep you feel him slowly get less and less cold.

You really are the one to warm Loki inside and out.

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I hope your requests are still open. One thing I notice when I’m looking for Bucky fics is that they usually have smut in them. My request is Asexual! Fem! Reader x Bucky. Also there is no reason to the reader being asexual, they have no trauma involved with it. She just doesn’t like sex.

Birds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Asexual!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 780

Description: You and Bucky are on a date, but you have something important to tell him. Very fluffy!

A/N: Hello! Thank you for your requests, and yes my (short) requests and commissions are still open. I hope this is what you are looking for; and I will say that most (if not all) of my fics are smut-free. I try to write them for everyone, and most are any!reader unless specified otherwise. None of my public Bucky fics have smut as of this time, but it will always be put in the description if there is. I'm currently making a masterlist, and will put it here in the description so you can go back and read my fics at your leisure. I hope y'all like this one!

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You’re scared about your date.

Not because of the actual date, but about what he could think will happen afterward.

You hadn’t come out to Bucky yet.

You like him, and you want to keep talking to him like you have, and coming out as asexual may stop that. You aren’t even sure how he’s going to respond.

You just want a date with him.

At the moment, you were walking hand-in-hand in the park, talking idly. You weren't even sure what you were talking about, you were so stressed.

“I feel like birds must be cameras for the government.” His words cut through your racing thoughts.

“What?”

“Birds. They’re everywhere, they could be watching us.”

“I think that’s only pigeons that aren’t real, Buck.”

“No, I found the website. All birds aren’t real.”

“If you start becoming a conspiracy nut-”

“It’s a fun conspiracy.”

“Is that such a thing?”

“Yeah! See, they’re like a photo booth. You can wave to a bird and get a photo.”

Bucky points to a couple pigeons pecking around on the ground and waves towards them.

“You look crazy, Bucky.” You laugh and he grins up at you.

“I’m glad to see you smiling. You’ve looked so worried this whole date.”

“Have I?”

“Yeah, am I doing something wrong? Haven’t had a lot of dates in the past century.”

“No, no. I guess my mind is just on other things.”

“Something you want to talk about?”

You stop walking and he stops a couple steps ahead, your hands still connected and outstretched between the two of you. He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed and worried, and you sigh and let his hand go.

You go sit on a park bench nearby and he follows, sitting next to you as you hold your head in your hands.

“You’re really worrying me.” He says and you look over at him. You really must, his face is etched with concern.

“I just really like this date. And the idea of dating you. And everything about you.” You say and he smirks.

“Well yeah, everything about me is great.”

You punch him lightly in the shoulder and chuckle, then sigh again as you look away from him.

“Nothing is happening after our date.”

“Ok, we don’t have to rush into-”

“Nothing is happening after any of our dates.” “What do you mean?”

“I’m asexual.”

You glance over at him when you say it, and your heartbeat grows in your ears the more he just looks at you in silence.

“What does that mean?” He finally says, obviously confused, and you let out a sigh.

“I have very little to basically no sexual attraction. To anyone. I personally still have romantic feelings, but nothing sexual. So, I don’t have sex.”

“Oh.”

You look over at him again and he’s looking off into the distance. The emotion is overwhelming you. Your anxiety and fear have overflowed, and you can feel your eyes welling up.

“That’s alright. I love talking to you, and being near you. Just having you in my life. We don’t have to do anything like that; I’m happy as long as I can keep walking through these parks with you.”

He’s looking at you again, smiling slightly, until he sees a tear roll down your cheek and his eyebrows furrow in worry again.

“Are you alright?” He says softly, gently wiping away the tear from your cheek. You put your hand on his, nestling your face into his palm.

“Yeah Bucky, I’m ok.”

“Is that what you were worried about?”

You nod and he rubs his thumb on your cheek.

“I love you, not sex. And I want to keep loving you, if you’ll let me.” He murmurs and you connect eyes with him again.

“You love me?”

“Is it too early to say it?”

“No, not at all.”

“Good. Then I’ll say it a lot.”

You grin up at him and he grins back. You feel like you look at each other forever, but then hear a chirp in front of you.

You both look over, and a pigeon is staring both of you down. After a minute it hops away and you laugh.

“I bet that was a good photo for the government.”

“Oh yeah, we look really cute.” He chuckles too, then gets up and holds his hand out for you.

“Shall we continue our date?”

“We shall.” you say, taking his hand and he helps you up, and you both continue walking through the park. You feel much lighter, holding his hand tighter and as you watch the sunset with him, you can’t wait to spend so much more time with him.

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