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❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?❞ ─ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

well, you may not like it but you better learn how

cause it's your turn now

❥ content ; gn reader, the company, crack fic, reader is from this gen, a bit of flirting but overall everything is platonic

❥ warnings ; language, somewhat lewd humor

❥ synopsis ; you have a strange sense of humor and it's hard for the company to keep up with what you say, so you explain yourself and teach them a bit of gen z slang 😎

❥ a/n ; this is literally just a stupid crack fic with my dumb sense of humor but yeah. if u wanna be added to my tag list, dm me!

It started off with a few.. creative insults, thrown here and there.

"Y/N, I am the leader of this quest, and you will not talk to me like that!"

"Or what? Cry me a fucking river."

"You best quiet down now if you know what's good for you."

"If you want me to shut up, maybe stop coming up with stupid things for me to comment on, you lumberjack lookin hillbilly."

"Who's Billy?" a voice in the back would say.

Despite any sort of consequences that may come, you just would never bite on your tongue. If you had something to say, it came easily.

"And just so you know, I'm not only insulting you, I'm insulting your whole family, you dense walnut."

"What in Mahal's name did they just say..?"

One way to get you going was if someone instigated an argument or annoyed you, that someone being mostly Thorin.

"Oh, power down, sass robot, and pull your head out of your ass."

"Please, you're so small and bitter like an espresso."

"Nobody asked and nobody cares that you're salty about Elves who didn't do shit to you. Your little Dwarvish cult isn't any better."

"Look, I get that you're short and stubby and you can barely contain your anger in that body of yours, but you are fr losing your gorilla grip on reality and you need to snap out of it."

"Go touch some grass lmao."

At some point, Thorin, who also had a large vocabulary, fired a shot at you, causing your blood to just about boil over.

It took Fili and Kili to hold you back from pouncing on Thorin and ripping his smug face to shreds.

"Y/N! Don't stoop to his level!"

"You're right, I'm going under it, muthafuka!"

Your colorful language wasn't just used in arguments, but in every day life, which honestly added spice and humor to The Company.

"Welp, the Orcs aren't far behind. Let's skedaddle!"

"Let's what now?!"

"VAMOOSE. SKEDADDLE. S C R A M. Orrrr dip, if you will."

"DIP???%+#!$!#("

Fili and Kili would just about short circut trying to understand what the hell it is you were saying, since they would hang out with you the most.

But that didn't mean the rest of the Dwarves weren't subjected to your 'eccentric' personality, as they would call it, and brain rotting words.

"Well, shit, at least you'll die doing what you love." You pat Gloin on the shoulder. "Say hi to Satan for me."

"????? If I die, I am haunting you first."

Gloin did not die and spent the rest of the day silently questioning who was Satan.

At one point, you were captured by the Mirkwood Elves and introduced to Thranduil.

"Yoooo? Elsa?"

"Mister Sir, I'm sorry, but walking around with eyebrows like that should be a punishable offense. Mf lookin like you stole someone's moustache."

"Oh - now I feel bad- SIKE!"

"Whoa now, I know you're old n all but don't have an aneurysm, that's not very girlboss of you."

After roasting the poor old man, you ran into Thorin again.

"OH! So that's why you don't have eyebrows!"

He would only walk past you and quietly mutter to himself, "Foolish modern creature."

In another scenario, way before being captured and held in Mirkwood, you were instead, hanging out with much cooler Elves, and met Galadriel.

"So.. You listen to Girl in Red?"

After explaining what the phrase meant, Galadriel finally got it and was flattered. She didn't answer the question, though.

Those were only a few scenarios, of course. Let's bring it back to the present.

You were walking along some trail together, doing quest-y stuff as always. You were in the middle of the group beside Fili, Kili, and Ori, who asked you to explain certain words and slang you used frequently.

"... That's... interesting," Kili trailed off mindlessly.

".. You have no idea what I'm even saying, do y-"

"Not a clue."

...

"... Y/N, what's a 'tiddie'?"

You let out a breathy laugh.

"It's another word for a woman's breasts. Or a man's. Whichever."

"Oh! So does that mean I have tiddies?" Ori asked joyfully, looking like a kid in a candy store.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, Ori."

"What about 'mamas'?"

"It's mostly used if you wanna flirt with someone. But it's also used ironically because it's really kinda stupid."

"So when you say 'ayo mamas' to Kili, you're not actually flirting?"

You narrowed your eyes, kinda giving Fili a wtf look.

"No???"

Kili put a hand over his heart. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special."

"Oh, grow up," you laughed, playfully shoving him.

Fast forward to nightfall, you were forced to stop set up camp early due to some issues. The night only got worse when The Company couldn't seem to find enough wood to fuel a fire.

"Bruh moment."

"Quiet, Y/N, and help us look."

"I'm looking and there's still no firewood in sight, you fucking piss baby."

Thorin now had his full attention on you.

"Quit it with all this nonesense! What in Middle Earth is a piss baby?"

"I don't know, man! I just say shit to cope with stressful situations and the fact that I exist and I am in this bitch and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Thorin only blinked, looking at you stunned, and then returned to his work.

Eventually, firewood was found, and you all could finally make some food and lay out your bed rolls near the heat.

"I told y'all this manifesting stuff works," you joked to Bilbo, who was in line with you to get some of Bombur's stew.

"Do you think we could manifest ourselves to Erebor?" The Hobbit asked innocently. You laughed.

"Already on it."

You walked over to the 'li brothers' and sat with them after getting your food.

"Hey, Y/N, how do you say it again? This shit is bussin?"

You almost choked on the hot stew, and gave Fili a thumbs up.

"Oh, please don't corrupt my nephews," Thorin mumbled as he passed by, overhearing your conversation.

"Too late, shawty!" Fili called after his uncle.

Kili joined in. "Hey uncle! You look very pog today!"

Too tired to even respond to his nephews' childish antics, he again, whispered to himself, "Those two are going to be princes. Mahal, save us."

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Lady of mischief- Part five

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory against his brother as the next king. But one lady’s approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that there’s another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.

One week later and you found yourself at a sea cliff on Asgard’s largest known bay. You’d brought Henna with you, just like every other day since you got officially banished. Now you couldn’t stand being in the castle and spent almost every waking hour in the city, avoiding the royal family at all cost. Odin even demanded you ate breakfast with them since you were an honored guest but of course you never showed.

Zeus left the day after the banquet and not a word from your parents. They probably didn’t even blink the second he told them their daughter had been locked in with an entire castle of self-centered gods.

“Gods are assholes!” You threw a rock at the size of a basketball into the water and glared at the splash, secretly hoping your father Poseidon would sense it and feel guilt. That was impossible, of course. A Greek god holds no power at the realm of Norse gods.

“My lady, you’re a god.” Henna stayed seated at a comfy rock she found the first day coming to the cliff. She said it was the perfect fit for her to relax her always perfect posture without sloping. You always told her you don’t care if she sloped at non-formal occasions.

“Yes, Henna. Me included.” You were just surprised she didn’t faint because you used such a mundane word, a thing you picked up from the humans on a visit once.

“I can’t stop thinking about what I said to the prince. It was a decade ago, yes, but he still remembers it. Probably thinks about it every time he sees me!” You tried to concentrate on the real reason you were here. To practice. You’d never win anyone’s respect if you couldn’t control your powers. You started with the hardest, the sea; a force that doesn’t want to be tamed.

A pulsing body of water drove up from the sea and flew in front of you. The goal was to force it into a perfect shaped globe, forcing the sea to obey so thoroughly. To your luck the liquid started obeying your wish when you put all your concentration to use. Almost a solid globe. You’d only need a few more seconds to-

“And I’ve already said you should apologize to him. Who knows, you two might hug it out and the next thing you know you wake up naked in his chambers the next day.”

The almost globe burst into millions of droplets and salt burned in your eyes at the shock. Your vision blurred out and you coughed on the water that went down your airways. Heat went to your cheeks and you looked down at your soaked clothes.

“Goodness, Henna! You’ve spent too much time with the Asgardian maids.

You can’t say stuff like that!” Your voice was still faint from the couching as you scolded her. You had to put your focus to use once again to extract the water into fine droplets hanging midair in front of you. The dress was far too pretty to get stained with saltwater. The jewelry looked surreal in the light the dress radiated. Every thread of the fabric seemed to be created of pure shining starlight or liquid diamond. The dress held the beauty of a thousand stars.

No one knew where it appeared from, however. You had your own guess, of course. It laid neatly folded on your work desk one afternoon and if it was the first born prince, he would’ve left some grand note with it as well. The dress just laid there in absence of anyone claiming the rights. An apology for sure.

“Well, you said asshole if I’m not mistaken.” There it was. Henna cleared her throat as a sign to drop the subject but you knew she had a big smirk on her lips. You didn’t want to turn around to confirm it.

“Let’s try again, my lady. Why don’t you try claiming the entire wave coming right there?”

You analyzed the wave and realized what Henna was asking. The size of it was huge and it would surely crash into the cliff side underneath you. Your job was to stop that impact and lift it up to your level.

It was dead silent as you waited for the wave to arrive. With a last big engaging try you felt the power of the sea surging through you. Blocking the impact of the wave lashing itself forwards was similar feeling to getting that same wave right in the face like a wall of bricks. But it was not in vain. The water started to rise to the cliff you stood on and you had to replace your feet for a better stance. Every second the sea threatened to leash out of your hold.

“How mighty.” A soothing voice, yet laced with viciousness, appeared only a hot breath away from your ear and you screamed.

The scent of new books hit you too late and the wave had already been unleashed on the threat behind you. The water had devided around your frame, covering Henna and Loki from head to toe in seawater without showing mercy. The sea held no mercy. Right…

A moment of silence and Loki still had his eyes tightly shut, his entire body frozen in place. He’d been less than an inch from you and you hadn’t noticed. He was still less than an inch from your bodies touching.

He slowly went to wipe one of his eyes clean of water and tasted the layer of salt glancing his lips. You cursed yourself for noticing the shameful way his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. Did he take the warm weather with him somehow or why was it suddenly growing hot again? And why did he look so different with the drenched clothes hugging his frame, hair slicked back. The dripping from the each strand fell and caressed the heavy outline of his collarbones.

What were you even thinking about. He must’ve done something. A spell of some sort.

“That was unnecessary.” He said it as simple as ever and it made you grit your teeth.

Stop staring at his abs, dammit!, you thought.

It had to be a spell. This couldn’t be real.

“Why are you here?” You weren’t prepared for this. He was supposed to be on a mandatory meeting right now. Did he just right up ditch that?

“You’re no fun… I came with a proposition.”

“Of what sorts?” You eyed him with careful detail, trying to sense a trick of some sort. His gaze lingered on your appearance a little too long from what seemed appropriate. It was a thorough scan up and down and the soul behind the eyes held a strange glow. Of course he was shocked you wore the dress he bought.

“We can teach each other things. You tell me stories and history of the Ancient Greece, your kind’s gracious era and I teach you illusion magic.” He could tell your raised eyebrow was a sense of confusion. “Like, combining water and light into something entirely new. I’ll teach you how to conjure spells-“

“Like the one you’re doing now?” It just slipped out of you and it was too late to ignore. It was now his turn to look confused. The tip of his tongue came out once again to wipe off some salt and you looked away.

“What?” He asked.

“Whaaat?” You repeated along with a dumb giggle you had no idea where it came from. The already tight fabric of Loki’s shirt was riding up from the wet fabric rolling itself up. You really did try not to think about how the pearls of droplets looked like glitter in the sun on his toned stomach, but realized that you already failed. You swallowed a hot lump of dryness that caught in your throat.

So no spell then?

Loki sighed and cracked a tense muscle in his neck, a green light drying him and his clothes from bottom and up in a matter of a second (Henna remained drenched).

“Just say no quickly, there’s no reason to drag it out. I’ll leave you be when you’ve answered.” You bit your bottom lip and actually took a moment to think about it.

“Actually, it doesn’t sound too awful. But don’t you already know everything about my realm there is to know?” That earned a genuine smile from him and you thought about how that was a rare sight.

“You’d be surprised of how understocked Asgard’s library is when it comes to your history, your highness.”

“And stop calling me that! It’s weird. You never did it before so why do it now?”

“I thought you disliked me being informal.”

“Oh do shut up!”

Loki laughed and nodded in agreement. It was just then you realized how you were still inappropriately close to him and how his breath smelled of something sweet. Something brushed past your hand and Loki retracted his own with a flinch and an apologetic look.

“I’m s-“ Loki started but Henna’s loud cough and pointed glare.

“Wait!”

“Yes?”

“I don’t… I don’t find you disgusting.” You watched his expression and expected him to get upset but nothing in his body language seemed tense. If anything, his jaw and shoulders seemingly dropped.

“That’s like the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” His chuckle was bright but your gut still twisted in shame.

“No but like, I don’t find your touch disgusting. I never did, actually-“ The amount of truth you entrusted this man with was almost too much. The words were so tense on the way out that you started coughing.

“Then why did you-“

“I don’t know! No more questions though. All I know is that it was far from unpleasant and that’s all you need to know for now.” Loki raised his eyebrow, lips slightly parted. You understood you’d talked before your brain caught up with you again.

“No, that came out wrong. But you know what I mean!” Your hands fiddled on the edges of the dress, only to flatten out the fabric right after. The dry lump just couldn’t seem to go down.

“Oh I sure do… And I agree with you on how we speak to each other. I hate speaking to you formally! It doesn’t sit right for me especially. Then I wouldn’t be able to say the stuff I actually want.”

“Like what?” You regretted asking immediately but couldn’t bring yourself to step back as he leaned in.

Lips brushed against your earlobe and his scent was all up in your world, along with the surreal warmth that always seemed to follow him.

“That dress looks absolutely ravishing on you, (Y/n). I never thought you’d wear it to be honest. We’re you really planning on fleeing the castle on such an occasion and not letting me see any of the beauty?” His voice turned low again and the always present rasp seemed extra present today.

The dry lump finally went down.

“You could’ve gifted it to someone else if you wanted to see the dress on an actual body instead of a hanger.”

A low rumbling came from his chest and erupted in his throat. It took you a moment to realize that the sound was a chuckle.

“See, I don’t think that’s true. Yes, any person could wear it, but I can’t think of anyone else who could wear one of the most beautiful things crafted ever and the most beautiful thing in the room would still remain the person in it.”

You couldn’t move your body. It was frozen in place even though the blood in your veins was literally boiling. You were almost thankful that he was so close. That way he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Why would I lie about it? Meet me in the library tomorrow after breakfast. I look forward to our time together.”

(A/N: Hi! Don’t hesitate to comment on each chapter what you thought about it/if you liked it since that keeps me motivated to keep writing. Also reblog so my story reaches a wider audience, if you really liked it! Your support is much appreciated. Also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for this series. Have a good day, lovelies!)

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@girl-obsessed-with-things

@obsessivelysearching

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Stolen Treasure

Another valuable piece added to the dragon hoard! I thought it would be nice if Pondhopper got some friends as well, since Swordfish has his frog hoard.

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hey have you considered dragons having threat responses similar to cats and lizards where their scales shift to make them look bigger

sometimes it works ( with mixed results )

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Feeling really inspired rn

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Lady of mischief- Part four

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

The palace halls were crowded with workers and even aristocrats from far away staying in the palace’s guest areas. People from high ranking families and servants alike came our from their rooms. The chatting wasn’t quiet enough for you not to hear but the context was obvious. Everyone wondered why Asgard was suddenly shaking, why the ground beneath their feat suddenly became an object of death instead of the concrete safety it’s always been. The poor Asgardians had probably never experienced an earthquake before. Or a god loosing their cool and taking it out on the nature either.

Despite people making the halls hard to get past, everyone stepped aside for the prowling embodiment of fury: you, on your way to confront the man who started the nightmare.

You truly tried to make the waking earthquake to stop. It wasn’t at full force yet since you were still somewhat grounded. But every time you would try to strap the source of its boiling anger, a maid you walked past would mention prince Loki’s wellbeing and the emotions would burst off the lid again.

And you knew that you’d never make this decision in a calm collected state. After all, this was what he wanted. You’d play into his hands if you didn’t act careful.

You pounded on the wooden door and secretly hoped it would break a hole from the impact. The door stood unaffected.

“What’s the matter?” The mumble was faint and came after a brief paus.

You gave the door one last punch and regretted it immediately. How would confronting him affect the earthquake? We’re you being selfish for potentially putting the Asgardians in danger?

You were just about to turn around and leave but the door swung open with a stale-eyed Loki at the other end.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing to my poor door?”

Couldn’t he at least act like he was surprised to see you? At least give you that much satisfaction?

You crossed your arms tightly above your chest and forced yourself to stare him right in the eyes. The thought of making him stand accountable for his actions was the only thing not making the shaking worse.

“Are you the reason behind me falling every 3 seconds? The waves are especially strong here, did you know that?” You actually didn’t know about that, which only showed just how little control you had over yourself.

“Would you care to elaborate exactly what was your plan tonight? Making me look like your pretty little pawn all dolled up in that dress or locking me up here, tied to your leash for all eternity?” You tried your best to hide the emotion in your words but ended up just spitting them through your teeth instead.

He looked genuinely clueless with his furrowed eyebrows. At least he gave you that. Wrong timing though. His hand traveled up the frame of the door as a way of stealing himself for the shaking. If you lost just a little more control, he’d either fall on his rear or right over you, taking you down with him.

You stood unaffected by the shaking, however.

“What are you talking about? Why would I want to lock you up?” He raised a pointed finger at you.

You had to scoff. How could he pretend not to know when it was so obvious?

“You going off earlier to whine to my uncle wasn’t you manipulating him into getting what you wanted?”

The finger fell slightly and he formed a faint ‘oh’ with his lips. But his expression was still curious. Was he offended?

“Yes but, what does that have to do with you being ‘locked up’?”

“You don’t know?” The shaking seemed to intensify and it caught you off guard.

“If you’ll enlighten me, I’ll answer that for you when I know what we are talking about”, he said as he almost fell forwards with a soft yelp. Your noses touched just as he got a hold of the doorframe, your cheeks brushing against each other as he slumped forwards in relief. It was only a second of him being so close but you felt frozen in the moment.

“And would you stop doing that?!” He motion at the ground and the shaking actually faltered. Not because he told you to stop, but because you weren’t furious anymore. The anger seemed to have vanquished and you were too caught up in his closeness to ask yourself why.

Finally Loki seemed to realize how close you actually were and pulled away. His hair tickled your neck just like they’d done earlier.

“I’m sorry for…” He tapped his nose and cheek with a soft hand. “I know you… that you, yeah.”

Find it disgusting? ‘Despise’ his touch? But you never really meant it, though. Back then he laughed it off but now it seemed like he took your words with him ever since. It kind of made your stomach twist in guilt. Or hunger. You couldn’t tell. When was the last time you’d eaten? Wine didn’t count, that much you knew.

“(Y/n)?”

Why were you here, again? Right.

“Right… Zeus banished me from entering Olympus.” You just said it bluntly because there was actually something else you’d rather said. You lacked the guts though.

“What? Why? Does my father know about this?” His eyes turned round as if it was really bad news for him. The reaction you’d expected was nothing like what you actually got.

“I don’t know about that. But I’m forced to stay with you and Thor until… Until I’ve made up my mind.” Your arms fell flat to your sides since you were no longer angry. Back was the collected you. But you couldn’t quite remember the events leading up to you calming down.

“Haven’t you made up your mind since long ago though? And that’s not for all eternity- wait nevermind, I get it.” His expression faltered to match yours and you started looking around. At the furniture, at the walls… Without the anger giving you strength, you could no longer look him in the eyes for too long.

Lastly you peeked beside his broad frame and into his room only to find it absolutely destroyed. Chairs and what you assumed must’ve been his working desk were broken into tiny pieces across the floor along with shattered porcelain figures of different sorts. The drapes were halfway ripped off the window and stuffing from the bedsheets were still visibly dusting the air.

Loki must have seen you noticing the mess because he let out a muffled sound and moved in front of your vision.

Now forced to look at him, you saw that his hair was tangled, clothes messily arranged and his chest rising and falling rather quickly. Was that redness in his eyes as well?

“Loki, are you okay? Have you been cr-“ He immediately cut you off with a dismissive arm and avoided looking at you. The tables had turned so quickly you still had trouble figuring out how to handle the situation.

“Of course not! Now it’s time for you to go. It’s bad for your highness’ skin to be awake for this long.”

‘Your highness’?

He was already midway at closing the door when your hand snaked between and caught it. You could see him getting ready to put distance between himself and the door through the small gap you had left.

“Is there something that- is everything alright?” You didn’t really know why you were now chasing his attention like that. Didn’t you want him to stay away from you? To avoid and feel nothing but hostility from you?

Loki only wasted one second to look at you before he sighed and untangled your fingers from his door. The skin-to-skin contact was warm. Not at all despicable as you’d told him. Damn your mouth sometimes.

“Yes. Everything’s just fine. Good night, my lady.” And so you were facing a closed door. You were thinking about knocking again but somehow knew that door wouldn’t open anytime soon. You’d heard of past experiences where the prince would lock himself up in his room for days just so nobody would see just a tad of vulnerability from him.

Had you just made the maid’s work harder? You thought about how you would have to apologize later if that was the case. Maybe apologize to the entire population of Asgard for causing the ground to shake while you were at it. If you were to stay here for all eternity, you might as well make some friends. Because it would most likely be forever. Either you were trapped refusing to marry one or the brothers or trapped by the crown that would be on your head if you did end up choosing one.

The walk back to your room was quick since it wasn’t too far from the prince’s. Henna greeted you at the door and brought you inside to discuss the matter that caused your outbreak.

“So prince Loki’s room was like a scene out of a war? I heard from the maids here that outbursts like that has only occurred a few times before but the prince would always cover it up with illusion magic immediately. He’d ignore it for as long as he could until sooner or later when the servants tripped over the mess and couldn’t see the reason for them bruising an arm or knee.”

He’d cover up the destruction? Why hadn’t he done it earlier? Maybe you caught him off guard mid-rampage. And so he was to distracted to conjure the spell.

Henna had been talking nonstop ever since you came back. She insisted on babying you tonight and currently brushing your hair before bed, she had all the time in the world to talk.

“Henna?” You stared into your own reflection in the mirror and found only tired eyes met you at the other end.

“Yes, my lady?”

“Do you know if it’s usual for the prince to cry?” Henna put down the brush and went to grab your nightgown with an almost skipping walk. Why were she in such a light mood tonight? Right. Everyone had a great time at the banquet, except for you and, you assumed, Loki as well. You should be asking Henna if she danced with some handsome youngster tonight instead of hearing about gossip about the second born prince. You should mind your business. Loki was fine, as he said.

But Loki is a known liar.

“No, I don’t think so? There would definitely have been servants talking about that if it ever happened since prince Loki isn’t very popular with the maids. Why do you ask?”

If that was the case, then you were probably just imagining it. His eyes could be red out of straining the veins in his face from destroying all that furniture too. And after all, prince Loki’s wellbeing wasn’t your concern.

But you couldn’t help but wonder why he suddenly started addressing you so formally just as he wanted to get away from you, since he never usually kept up the formalities in private.

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Lady of mischief- Part three

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

The temperature of the night air seemingly rose with several degrees. How could you not have heard him?

“Red? You certainly know how to make a man chase after you (Y/n), I’ll give you that. Though I can’t say I’m too fond of your little prank.” When you looked down into the red liquor cupped in your hand, his reflection was visible slightly to your left. He came from the doors, at least. But had you also not seen his reflection even though you stared right at it before?

“You’ve done some training. Got tired of me seeing through your schemes, Prince Loki?” It was true that there was a time where you found him easy to read. When you were younger, you used to tease him for wearing his emotions on his sleeve in front of you. He never let down his guard with anyone else so you took his laziness as an insult back then. Henna would defend his behavior by saying ‘maybe he trusts you more than he does the others’ but that was absurd.

Dark combed back hair framing the face of a snake. Eyes cold and alluring. Every woman you’ve seen interacting with him so far has fallen for his dark charms. Well, except for Lady Sif, of course.

Even Henna excused his demeanor.

That man trusted nobody but himself.

“You’re avoiding the question.” The heat wasn’t in your imagination. As he took place beside you, resting his arms on the golden railing, a drop of sweat trickled down your back. The open back of the dress seemed like a good pick hours ago. Gods do sweat, anything else is a lie.

You didn’t want to meet his eyes again. Your body betraying you like this was enough already.

“I didn’t hear you speak a question. How am I supposed to know what you want.” You kept your chin up, focusing on not letting your dignity falter in front of the god of mischief.

He began parting his lips to say something but you cut him off.

“And a one-word-sentence isn’t a question, by the way.” He caught a chuckle in his throat and you stared off to the opposite side of the railing. A glass lamp with thousands of shattered pieces in different colors became the subject for your eyes. Anything, just so you wouldn’t have to give him the satisfaction of turning around.

“You seem to be oddly fascinated by that lamp, dear.” The voice of a snake. His calm voice so smooth and rough at the same time. The pet name made your skin crawl and your hands gripped the glass of wine just a bit harder. The lean surface quivered and cried under your touch.

All his formalities, gone. When nobody was watching, did he really believe he could speak to you like an old friend? Well, you had to look at him now when he so roughly pointed out your mistake.

Your lips turned into a thin line as you challenged his gaze. Eyes of steel compared to his icy ones. No, not icy this time. They resembled a calm sea more than anything else. When you started thinking about it, did those eyes ever look at you with anything else than the resemblance of calmness? Had you ever only seen his cold demeanor directed towards other people?

“Did you want anything from me, your highness? Since you came looking for me. Because I have to admit that I don’t feel very generous today.” The words were constructed to sound like an apology but you forcing them out through your teeth killed that illusion.

When you were younger, you used to be able to read him. His eyes were the mirror of his every thought, to you. Whenever you found him leaving his father’s company, eyes glossed over with tears or when they literally turned several shades brighter whenever he wanted something.

He had clearly practiced to keep his eyes in check. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking anymore.

Though, were his eyes usually as radiant of a blue?

Probably, you have been overthinking things a lot lately.

“You seemed overwhelmed back there. I couldn’t possibly ignore that stressed pout you made whenever Thor harassed you with his presence. Had to make sure you seemed fine.” You would’ve snickered at his comment about prince Thor if it wasn’t for you focusing so hard on not throwing yourself off the balcony. Of course you could go back inside but that would just be like throwing yourself into the arms of the beasts out to hunt you again. Your fists balled up until your knuckles turned white. The poor glass of wine was the last thing in your thoughts now.

“Don’t pretend like you care.” He could pretend all he wanted. That you could still see through. His hunger for power, a throne. Manipulating you into giving him what he wanted would never be an option if you had a hand in the matter.

“I’m not.” His voice was closer now. You could smell his scent with ease at this distance. Old books and a fresh shower with a hint of freshly grinded coffee beans. His hands left the railing and were now hovering over your arm. Not touching you, since he knew you despised his touch. At least that’s what you told him when you were young. The regret and guilt struck you later after your outburst since it wasn’t true.

“Not doing what?” Cursing the lump that had formed in your throat, you stared off into the distance at the sleeping city. But Loki only got closer up until his breath fanned your ear and his hair brushed against your bare neck. Couldn’t he leave already?

“Pretending.”

Whatever comeback you had prepared was suddenly irrelevant. The heat would consume you.

Something faltered under the immense pressure you felt and the glass of wine shattered in your hands. The shards bounced off the rooftops below the balcony like a rain of deadly crystals. Your hands stained with red, and so did the chest fabric of your dress as the liquor splattered onto the ground.

The prince put distance between the two of you and made his way to the doors.

You barely breathed as you watched him go. What had you done? Did you lose control? You never lost your cool like that.

Before he left the balcony, he stopped without turning his frame to meet yours.

“And don’t feel bad about the glass, (Y/n). It’s no great loss in this palace. But I would advice you to soothe that blush of yours before you return to the ballroom. Or else the people might start believing that you actually hold feelings for me and we don’t want that, do we?” With we, he meant you. It was clear as day.

A green flashing caught your attention from the corner of your eyes. Looking down at the scene, every piece of evidence that the glass of wine had ever existed was erased, as well as the stains on your dress.

For a second you had believed him when he said that he actually cared about your wellbeing. But now you understood that he only came out here to take back his pride. To assert his dominance after you made a fool out of him tonight. In the eyes of the public, you’d won tonight. But Loki got his point across and that was a win for him.

That fucker.

*Later the same evening after the banquet*

“You wanted to see me, uncle?” The guest room of the king of Olympus could’ve been fancier. Zeus had turned the entire thing into a working space and only the bed stood untouched by the endless piles of paperwork and maps of the different realms. ‘Uncle’ was a term Zeus himself wanted you to use, since he felt you were being too insincere calling him your majesty all the time.

The man motioned for you to sit down at the chair opposite from his desk and you followed right after. His years as a god should’ve made winkles and eyeliner start to form in his face but just like the rest of the gods, he used his immortality to look young and unfazed. Only the tired and weary eyes could not be covered up with tricks. In that way, he looked so very old and broken. But you knew that there were a long history of rage, jealousy and conflict contained in that mind of his. Maybe he didn’t look like this before his powers started to fade. You hadn’t asked. Not because you cared that much anyway. The man was a coward and a savage when he deemed fit.

“Prince Loki came to me during the banquet with some concerning news.” Straight to the point at least. That’s why he took a different path back then? To go and cry about it with the only two people in the room who held authority over you? What a coward move. He really expected you to believe that he genuinely cared about you or was that just something he said?

“Is that so?”

“Openly rejecting a precious gift from one of the princes without the slightest apology in mind? That’s something I can’t allow to happen again. Our relationship with the Asgardians is unstable as it is.”

It wouldn’t be unstable if you two just agreed on the fact that both the realms are equally superior to one another.

Because that was truly the only reason this marriage of convenience even came to existence. Two stubborn old men unable to accept the fact that a king of another realm, completely opposite to the other, would be able to raise a realm as grand and strong as theirs.

“I have the right to reject a gift. Am I suddenly forced to wear a simple piece of clothing as soon as someone gives it to me?”

“You wouldn’t not be wearing it if it was as simple as you describe it to be.”

It wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten into trouble for resisting the princes courtship before. You suspected you’d get in trouble for it sooner or later.

You kept quiet for a moment but it was clear that Zeus would not be satisfied until the real reason was on the table.

“I have no interest to take any of them as my husband. One is an arrogant goof thinking with his muscles and the other is a lying snake. I don’t want the princes to think they have a chance if they don’t.” Your voice was steady but you kind of knew in advance that your freedom was over as soon as you turned serious. After all, this was a threat to his rule as a king. ‘If the heir of Olympus isn’t detained in a marriage with another realm, she’s free to claim the throne’ is probably what the maids are saying back home at the palace.

Silence filled the room and dread started filling your body without you knowing why. You shifted in your seat under the gaze of the god of the sky. But was he really god of the sky if the sky rejected him? Maybe the sky had enough of his mistakes. At this point in history, the entire nature had showed that they wanted a change of power by now.

A few more moments went by before he scratched his chin and sighed.

“Then I have no choice but to restrict you from leaving Asgard until you’ve made up your mind.” It came as a punch in the gut and you had to repeat the words in your head several times.

Cannot leave Asgard, restriction, trapped.

“No! That’s absurd. I don’t need to make up my mind if I’ve already decided. You cannot banish a goddess from her realm!”

Lie.

Yes he can and he has done so several times, your father Apollo being a great example for that. Several times at that.

“If this relationship with Asgard is going to work, you need to understand that sacrifices has to be made.”

Sacrifice? This was not a sacrifice. It was banishment.  You were at a loss of words. A glass of water on the desk started vibrating as the first sign that you were about to lose control for the second time tonight.

“Calm down, (Y/n).” You couldn’t hear his words very well. The glass wasn’t the only thing vibrating anymore, but the walls and seemingly your whole world too. But the ground was definitely shaking.

Earthquakes, a trait you ‘stole’ from your father Poseidon. You haven’t gotten the time to refine your powers since the fuss about your marriages had been in the way. Thus you couldn’t control the eruptions of your mind reflecting onto the nature at times.

“Does it still count as a sacrifice if I’m not the one making the decision but still the lamb to be slaughtered.” You could tell he was annoyed now. The foolish man was not used to being talked back to even though the people of Olympus has been doing it ever since his rule began. You knew he’d made up his mind already; therefore the pulsing energy of the earth disrupting from its place only seemed to intensify.

“It is what I say it is. Now, my words are official, (Y/n). Starting as to now, you’re restricted from entering Olympus and are expected to attend to the princes sides until you’ve decided who you’ll marry. If you have nothing else of matter to say, then you may leave.”

Was this Loki’s intent when he came to Zeus? No, it couldn’t have been. Loki knew better than anyone how it felt to be trapped, caged like an animal. So if this was truly his intention, then he was a fucker indeed.

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Lady of mischief - Part two

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory as the next king. But one lady’s approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that there’s another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.

The music echoed throughout the halls way before you even got close to the ballroom. You could already tell Odin had felt generous tonight and let Zeus pick the music that would be playing tonight. The king of Asgard usually never chose arrangements with violins but tonight the strings sounded loud and clear. String arrangements just happened to be your uncle’s way of bringing the mood up at gatherings. You wondered if father, Apollo were the one behind the violin even thought it wasn’t his symbolic instrument, the lyre. And of course the music could be heard from so far away, considering the entire population of the aristocracy living the closest to the palace was at the banquet. The capital was dead quiet outside. How you wished you could run off to the balcony at some point and disappear.

“My lady (Y/n), prince Thor send request of whether he could have your first dance.” The courtier performed a quick bow and glanced off to the side. You could tell he didn’t really want to be seen standing so close to you since he kept changing the weight between his left and right feet impatiently. Maybe, just maybe there was a silent threat present. It didn’t take you long to guess from who. The young boy sending Thor’s wishes was indeed glancing off to the part of the room where prince Loki stood rested against the wall, chatting up the aristocrats. Judging by that bold smirk of his, he clearly hadn’t spotted you yet.

Good.

“Please tell prince Thor that I have to decline his wish.” You flashed the boy a stern smile that left just as quick as it appeared.

Now, what you’d do for the rest of the night was to lay low and not attract further attention than your dress and cold behavior would already cause you. You should not be seen for too long with any of the princes. You’d just recently heard rumors about the aristocracy putting bets on each prince and if you’d choose any of them at all.

“B-but the first dance with princess (Y/n) is mandatory. You have to dance with someone tonight… m- my lady!” The blush of the courtier was faint but you held no feelings towards him, despite him having a, what people would consider, rough way of speaking. Plus, he was right. You would have to pick a dance partner at some point.

“Very well… Tell his royal highness that if he’s going to ask me for my first dance, he might as well come over here and ask me in person, like a gentleman.” You could swear the blush only continued to redden as the courtier nodded and hurried off with a low head.

“You want him to come here so that he could perform his royal duties in a more romantic way, right my lady?” Henna snuck up behind you with two glasses of red wine in each hand. The glass she handed you worked as a sense of comfort for the dread already chasing you into the present.

“No. I want him to ask me personally so that I can smack the words of rejection into that thick asgardian skull of his. Then see the realization hit him.” Henna almost spit out the sip of wine she’d taken and covered her own mouth. Either the wine tainted her cheeks or the blush took the same color as a wine stain because the wide eyes of your lady in waiting was ready to bolt the two of you out of the ballroom if your tongue got too sharp. Oh, you wish.

“You cannot say such things in public! Or ever, for that matter. What if the asgardians finds their future queen badmouthing the firstborn?”

You glanced off further into the back of the room. Where Odin and Zeus chatted quietly on a throne each and to where the young courtier told Thor about your message, the blush still present on his cheeks. Then lastly on the god of mischief who currently managed to break free from the swarms of courtsmen chasing for a higher bet at society. You were already too late to advert your gaze as your eyes met across the room. Icy blue eyes stared you down with confidence. You wouldn’t budge even though the stare of Loki Odinson was known for enchanting all kinds of women and men. No, despite his breathtakingly handsome features, you’d never be able to ignore the fact that he was a cold-blooded narcissist.

His eyes narrowed as they began traveling down your face and onto the dress. Red. His eyes held you hostage for one, no two, three seconds before his jaw hung slack and his fists balled. You bravely met his gaze as he looked back up at you. The jaw went stern and a wrinkle broke the smooth untouched surface of his forehead, right between his eyebrows.

There would only be a matter of moments before he confronted you about it now, you realized. But as he started walking, the direction wasn’t pointing at you, but rather towards the kings of the two realms.

“Prince Thor of Asgard greets you, Princess (Y/n) of Olympus.” The loud, yet kind voice of Thor Odinson made you turn your back on the god of mischief. You didn’t think he’d actually come.

“Odinson, would you stop it with your formalities for awhile? You make it sound like we’ve never met before.” You tried your best at sounding warm. He wasn’t even half as annoying as Loki, after all and hadn’t done anything considered selfish or manipulative yet. There were even times where you genuinely enjoyed his company.

His smile was bright, almost a little too bright. And in your eyes, he was just as fit as his reputation made him out to be. A happy, loud bear perhaps.

“Yes, of course… It’s just that I sometimes don’t know where we stand. But when I heard that you—- the other day—- ….I thought of—-… maybe-“ And there he went off rambling again. With the happiest grin a man could muster. You just happened to notice that his eyes traveled down to your dress multiple times during your talk.

It wasn’t like you ignored what he said on purpose. You just got to a point where your ears shut off completely and they wouldn’t go back to normal no matter how hard you tried. Well, your hearing would return whenever you had to add to the conversation with a mandatory ‘of course’ or ‘as expected’ or just a nod.

“Now I almost forgot the reason why I came here!” The blonde prince let out a chuckle that vibrated through his body. You admitted that the happiness of that man was indeed contagious, no matter how distressed you were about your arranged relations.

“Would you let me be your first dance for tonight?” The prince extended his arm and it almost made you say yes solely based on how those puppy eyes would turn sad after your rejection. But you couldn’t let yourself be caught up into this mess. You still had a chance to escape this arrangement. If you lead him on with accepting this dance, who knows what Odin and Zeus might do to chase that hunch of you possibly choosing him. Because Thor was the preferred favorite that the king of Asgard wanted on the throne, so much was clear. Loki? Not so much. Maybe his mischievous nature wasn’t deemed fitting to rule a kingdom. Though, you always had a feeling that there was something more to it.

“Thor I appreciate you coming here on my demands but…”

The crowds behind Thor’s back parted sideways as the Warriors Three made their entrance at the banquet. The flirting gaze of none other than Fandral lingered on you for just a second too long.

“But I actually already have a dance partner.” Your hand grazed the prince’s shoulder as a form of apology before you walked behind his back, leaving him frozen in place with his hand still in the air.

Poor puppy. If the situation hadn’t been as pressed, you’d had said yes.

Fandral quickly caught onto you making your way towards his spot. The greet was quick, casual but a little to dangerously played from his side. He bowed and took your hand to kiss it. Now, if you hadn’t wore a silk glove, that kiss would’ve caused some serious problem. Kissing the bare skin was something only a husband or sometimes in rare cases an arranged suitor could do.

“Dance with me, won’t you?” The bright eyes of the flirtatious man before you already alerted you of his answer. Another kiss on the back of your hand and he led you towards the midsection of the ballroom. Just in time for the music to start.

You chugged your wine in one go and reminded yourself to thank Henna for bringing the glass with the extra volume later.

The capital was dead quiet and the chilly breeze calmed your nerves at the balcony. Just as you’d thought. The chatting and laughing crowds could still be heard from inside, considering there was only one large door keeping you apart from the fuss. The wind made the hairs on your body stand right up but it quickly got rid of the heat from the ballroom getting sweaty with all those people talking for hours. Hours, but no one would admit to sweating in there.

You had a new glass of wine. What was it, your fourth glass now? Henna had stopped you from drinking too much but you still chased the feeling of not needing to care about anything else besides your own happiness. Would you ever be able to feel at ease like you used to before the arrangement was made?

“Red? You certainly know how to make a man chase after you (Y/n), I’ll give you that. Though I can’t say I’m too fond of your little prank.” The feeling of not being alone at in your space hit you later this time. There was no warning. The god of mischief had sneaked up on you without you noticing. A chill ran down your spine at the so well-known way of his to pronounce your name.

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Lady of Mischief - Part one

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

The dress so neatly folded at the end of your bedside had a small handwritten note attached, with a simple gold chain necklace as a seal.

“Wear tonight. Perhaps that obnoxious brother of mine will keep his mouth sealed when everyone sees you wearing my colors.” The handwriting was neat. Perfect, as expected of a prince of Asgard. It would still be painfully obvious of which the sender of that dress was if you completely ignored the blinding color of the silky garment. Green. Deep green with a hint of gold as the hems had been sown with golden thread. The simple yet so important detail gave the dress an almost sparkling aura.

The wearer of that dress would be the eye of the banquet tonight, without doubt.

“It’s an extraordinary dress, my lady! It’s very beautiful”, Henna, your lady in waiting exclaimed. Your faithful maid and friend since you were born was absolutely in love with the dress prince Loki Odinson gifted you, just mere hours before the people at the banquet would begin to arrive. It was not like you’d planned out a dress for the occasion anyway. You usually just went with what you felt like and everyone would praise your beauty just as much every time.

“It is indeed beautiful.” Your thoughts were all over the place as you confirmed Henna’s opinion. It was obvious that the dress cost a fortune, even for a wealthy man like prince Loki. The dress served a purpose, just like every little detail of this stupid agreement.

“But I’m not wearing it.” Power, was the purpose of the stunning dress. An attempt at asserting dominance in the game between the two princes of Asgard. A game for your hand in marriage, of course. That was the agreement between your uncle Zeus and Odin. To unite the two powerful realms through a marriage of convenience.

“B-but my lady! Would… Would you please reconsider Prince Loki’s gift?” The skirt turned fully visible as Henna hurried to unfold the dress and spread it onto the bed. It was truly grand and extravagant, just like the prince wanted it. The message would be impossible to ignore. ‘Mine’, it would tell any possible suitors and the elder prince as well. Like a nail in the eye to the people of Asgard. Wearing that dress would make it look like you’d already decided which one you’d marry. Because the prince you took to wed would also become the next king of Asgard, making you his queen. The move was subtle but oh so powerful. Because with the bare minimum effort needed to wrap you up in a stunning dress would give off the sign of power over prince Thor. The aristocrats would soon begin to work in Loki’s favor in order to gain a higher rank as their future ruler. So without the message even being remotely true, he’d have gained an awful amount of (imaginary) influence and wouldn’t even have to work for the truth of it. All he’d need would be to brag about it. The dress and how generous of a ruler it would paint him as.

Though this is not the first time you’d been gifted pieces to wear from the princes. The previous times were from prince Thor as well but more as a way to assert wealth above the other. It had also not been gifts intended to be shown off at royal banquets and overall for the attention of the two realms to see. So in a way, this was the first time you being a part of the play for power.

“That man and his metaphors… It’s illusion, Henna. Can’t you see that? The gift is insincere, as well as the future intentions of prince Loki.”

Of course you knew that the younger prince had longed for a throne to sit on since day one. His past of going terrific lengths for getting what he wants has showed so all his life. You were just a pawn. And it’s not like you’d ever learn to fall in love with an arrogant narcissist anyway. You wouldn’t be his pawn. Your path was your own.

“I understand, my lady… Then what dress do you suggest for tonight’s attendance? I’m going to have to start doing your hair soon and you know, it’d be a relief if that got out of the way-“ Henna began blabbering like she always did whenever she felt like she was talking back to you. You had lost count of the times you’d had to assure her that you weren’t like the other goddesses and that you appreciated her honest opinions.

“Yes, that’s fine Henna. You know the dress gifted by one of my father’s, Hades that I received last month. I’ve never wore that before. Let’s go with that.”

One of your fathers, yes. Since your parents consisted of more than two. That was the rocky beginning of your existence.

When it became known for the people of Olympus that their king, Zeus’ powers had been fading for awhile, the gods and goddesses made an agreement to produce an heir solely for the purpose of taking Zeus’ place. Since they could not agree on which of the already existing gods would fit the title. They tried voting about it. Everyone rooted for themselves and ended up with one vote each. So when the mutual agreement that the heir to the throne of Olympus snapped into place, the agreement that the heir should be just as powerful as Zeus, if not even stronger soon came into the contract as well. The parents participating in your birth were the gods Hades, Ares, Apollo and Poseidon. The birthing mother carrying the child would be Aphrodite. The creation of that child had never been done before so no one knew the outcome.

So thinking that the heir would gain a new, unique power just like all the gods in the past, you were raised to be the successor of Olympus. But you didn’t get a unique power. Maybe that would’ve been the case if you had two parents like normal beings, but no. You were a copycat, they soon began telling you. Because you ended up wielding some of the powers from your parents. Some you got actual powers from and some, character traits and appearance. Hotheaded and fighting skills like Ares, god of war. Looks and grace from Aphrodite, goddess of sexual love and beauty. And to a somewhat extent, you recently learned to combine the sun from Apollo and water from Poseidon in order to create solid illusions. You’d been educated your whole life to take over the rule of Olympus but in secret, everyone were terrified of you. Not the asgardians but even your parents feared what you’d do with all that power. Zeus, being the jerk that he would always prove to be, now tried to trap you in a marriage as the queen of Asgard instead of Olympus so he could keep the throne safe in his grasp.

“But, lady (Y/n)- That dress is red. Deep red as the color of-“

“I know.”

Deep red. The color of Thor’s cape, people would assume. Except that Thor hasn’t stated any game rules yet. He’s been nothing but polite to you so far and would most likely deny you choosing him based on a mere color. Especially since the dress wasn’t even gifted by him.

“But prince Loki would be furious-“

It was clear that Henna had understood your intentions as her eyes met your rock hard ones.

Exactly.

“Whenever there’s a change of power, whoever’s part of that mess will fight for their survival. So if the prince wants to play the game of power, he should’ve realized that his thought-to-be pawn never intended to be nothing else but a gamemaster.”

You wouldn’t let yourself be toyed with. Not this time.

(A/N: Hi! Those who saw my latest post where I asked if anybody would be interested in a fanfic series like this showed great interest so here it comes. Each chapter will vary in length since I’ll have different kinds of energy throughout this series and will hopefully continue it through if it turned out to be something liked by you all. This is a lil shorter, like a prologue almost hehe :3

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Theme in which Loki takes greek!goddess reader as his queen in order to succeed the thone of Asgard (plus for the sake of loove ^-^)

(Note: I have been thinking of making this idea into a multiple parts fanfiction where female reader was born to rule Olympus but Zeus arranges a potential marriage of convenience where reader chooses between Thor and Loki to marry for the sake of the two mythological realms. Reader's spouse also becomes the next ruler of Asgard so reader is hellbent on the idea that Loki will try to pursue her only for the throne because well, Loki has a past and all that:). It'd be pining, teasing, bickering, denial of growing feelings for one another and basically Loki trying to convince reader that he's a fitting husband for her needs against all the facts telling her otherwise. Let me know if there's interest for a story like that ^-^)

First and second part is out now! Part one and Part two hehe

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Take me out

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: Going laser tagging seemed like a great idea back then. But after an hour of both the teams refusing to surrender, Vic suggest that the only way you can bring your team to victory is a dirty one. And it involves seduction.

Warnings: teasing, bitey-damiano, cursing, damiano being left with blue balls.

(A/N: this was inspired by the theme “take me out” “to what? Take you out as in dinner or with a sniper? You need to be a little more specific”)

In a game of forest laser tag, do you A, try your best and hopes for everything to play out in your favor or B, rely completely on your skilled best friend to know what to do to reach victory?

“I have a plan.” You almost missed her whisper even though the field was dead quiet. ‘Thank goodness’, you thought. You’d lost count of how many times you’d been in the enemy’s line of fire already and your tactics started to turn desperate. You knew you’d go with whatever Victoria had come up with at this point.

“It involves seduction.”

“Absolutely not.” ‘Except for that.’

“You know we’d have a chance, right? He’s totally by himself right now; I can only hear Thomas and Ethan.” You could barely make out the lines of the opposite team’s fort in the lurking nightfall. How long had you played for? The rules had been for the losing team to pay for dinner but you were way past that time now. Everyone’s been hungry for a long time but no one seems to want to call it a day.

“What makes you think I’d actually get close enough to be able to play that off?” It was really dead quiet except for the nervous wings of a bird causing some debris to fall somewhere to your left. It made your skin crawl, partly because you had no idea where the boy’s were. Once in awhile the silence was interrupted by your growling stomach though and Vic would shamelessly tease you about it.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m hungry.” The sound of your own heartbeat was so loud that you barely noticed her explaining the structure of the plan. It wasn’t until you couldn’t see her anymore that you realized you had no memory of what direction you were supposed to go. Somehow it was still quiet even though your teammate had just ran off. So you decided to just sprint in the opposite direction of where you thought Vic had gone. ‘That’s a smart move, right?’ Your stomach began twisting itself upon thinking of your current mission. Seduce Damiano? Maybe Vic hadn’t noticed that your previous flirting attempts ended up in chaos every time you approached him? You’ve got about as much sex appeal as a cabbage. The real master at seduction was none other than your target.

The only sound nearby was your own feet against the ground even though you were pretty sure you’d covered a decent amount of distance now. Was there no one here? You found a small trail with some thick bushes on one side and lined up trees on the other and decided that there was nothing better nearby. The tree over there was more than enough shelter plus you’d be able to stand straight without being seen. Maybe if you pulled the trigger once randomly to scare a reaction out of someone hiding nearby? You brought the gun close and rested your stomach against the bark. You’d only try this once. The trigger felt heavy when-

Something stiff grazed you in the back and warmth spread in the air, pushing you forward. The silence you’d experienced all this time was swapped out by the blood rushing in your veins and faint panting to your left.

“Hey there.” The raspiness of his voice sent shivers straight down your spine and almost made you have a heart attack at the same time.

“Holy shi-“ Your yelp was cut off by his hand, the sudden coolness of his rings making you jump backwards. The thing poking you in the back, which you assumed would be the gun, only dug deeper and you instantly regretted jerking so hard.

“No, no. I need you to only whisper for me, alright? We can’t have Vic coming to your rescue while I’m in such a vulnerable position, wouldn’t you agree?” His cheek rested against the back of your ear and the vibrations of his voice only seemed to intensify. Had he been here before you? You had to know immediately before he was even done removing his hand to let you speak.

“How long have you been following me?”

“Longer than you’d like.” His breath travelled further down to your neck until his lips barely hovered above your collarbone.

“Something about seduction, right? How could I walk away after hearing that?” Your body no longer seemed to take commands from you, but rather the brown eyed beauty behind you. You leaning into his teasing was probably not something he’d expected, taken you were always acting reserved around him. The chuckle came right before his lips met your skin and you could swear a moan was threatening to stop you from speaking entirely.

“Wait, so you snuck up on us back then? Meaning, we already lost. Why drag it out further?” Because he’d really just decided to follow you for another ten minutes instead of ending everyone’s suffering right then and there?

“You bitch. I could’ve been eating a cheeseburger by now!” You yanked yourself to the side until the gun got out of your back, only to be spun right into the tree and have him pin your arms above your head. It might’ve just been the lighting, but the shade of Damiano’s eyes were darker than usual as you were now facing him. You tried guilting him into letting you go by pouting.

“‘M sorry, darling. I promise to buy you a burger whether we lose or win today, alright?” How could you stay upset at that innocent smile he gave you. Innocent, even though he was far from it right now. ‘There’s gotta be a trap, right? No way he’d stay out here in the dark for a weird reason like that.’

“A burger’s not gonna cut it.” ‘Lie’ You’d be happy with anything he would offer you. Just like you’d already forgotten why you were upset in the first place. Damn that smile. Just how long would you be able to think straight in the hands of that man? The heat had gotten unbearable. The way he bit his bottom lip and-

“How about two burgers?”

“How about you stop talking and just kiss me already?”

The grip pinning your hands to the tree faltered and you looked around to see why. ‘Who said that? Did Vic find us?’ But there was no other people there than the two of you. Maybe Damiano heard who said that? You stretched your back and noticed his gun laying beside his feet on the trail. Was the game over?

“What’s up with the round eyes-“ Your back was once again pushed against the tree but the obstacle holding you in place was no longer the gun. Your sentence was cut off by Damiano’s lips slamming into yours and swallowing your thoughts entirely. Both his hands rested on your cheeks and the pad of his thumb ran across the edge of your bottom lip.

‘Oh. I said that. That’s so fucking embarrassi-‘

You’d responded to his touch without even thinking and caused him to groan into the kiss as you mindlessly tugged on his lip; the desire to do so already there since long back. The groan was a surprised one. After all, he’d started biting his lip as a way of turning you on before. Did he think no one would hold him accountable for it?

Even though the kiss had started out rough, it turned into a more collected and steady rhythm as one of his arms snaked around your waist to pull you closer. You almost jumped when his knee steadied between your thighs and had to clasp your arms around his neck for balance. Your entire body now relied on Damiano’s embrace since your legs had fallen victim for his stimulation.

“You’re holding back your voice. I want to hear it.” The loss of his lips against yours was a kind of emptiness you never even knew existed until now. His breath traveled down your chin and further. You were about to grab his jaw and mumble a ‘come back’ when his teeth grazed your sweet spot and buried themselves in your neck. Your surprise was not contained well and a loud moan escaped. Grasping for something to keep you grounded on earth, you grabbed onto his shoulder, still clutching to the gun with a trembling hand. Damiano was clearly satisfied with how loud you got. His chuckle was mild and sweet, almost appraising.

“D-Damiano...”

Where were you again? Right, in the forest. Laser tag. What was that sound? Rustling leaves?

Two blasts were fired in the distance, so faint that you only noticed them because your mind got sidetracked. There were cursing voices right after and you understood that they must’ve been on their way to this part of the field. But none of the voices belonged to Vic.

“Yes, princess? Does that feel good?” You were about to pant out an obvious yes when the realization hit you. Damiano was the last one standing in his team now. Well, technically he’s not standing. More like hunched over to maintain a good grip of you. You were going nowhere. Nowhere but to the places he’d take you if you kept going forward from this point. But that wasn’t gonna happen, was it? Time was up.

“Damiano...” Your body was in his mercy and he knew that. Knew that your legs would not carry you if he let go and knew you’d be left begging for more if it all came to an end right now. But even if that was the case. You still managed to sit upright. After all, he owed you a cheeseburger.

The blast rang loud from where you had pointed the gun into his back, only needing to twist your wrist a little for it to aim right.

“I win.”

And then it came to an end with a shocked Damiano staring down at his chest plate blaring the word ‘defeat’ in angry red letters. Your own chest plate started playing the song of victory;Announcement that the game was over.

“Stabbed in the back...” You could swear you were met with the face of a kicked puppy’s when he looked at you.

“Technically it is shot in the back.” Maybe you shouldn’t have grinned as you wiggled out of his arms, almost toppling over immediately. You had a feeling you’d regret it later.

“Don’t worry, if you’re still up, we can continue tomorrow.” You were right about to go around the safety of the tree to wave to Vic, Ethan and Thomas but were pulled right back in by Damiano’s arms again. With your back pressed firmly into the man’s falling and rising chest, an almost purring sound caressing your eardrums.

“Oh no, you’re not sleeping tonight. Maybe you won in laser tag today, but I’m not gonna be the one to get punished later.”

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bxllafanficc · 3 years

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Was planning to write today but I just found out Damiano has a cat named Legolas, just like my own kitty. Couldn’t find any pictures online so I think I’m ruined for today:,)

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bxllafanficc · 3 years

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Matching YSL-bags

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: You’re a writer coming to your favorite coffee shop to write and have a coffee just like every morning for several months now. Expecting everything to go exactly as it always does, you enter and take a whiff of the lovely scent of coffee and pastries. But had you entered that shop at all today if you knew that nothing would be like every morning leading up to now? Even if you knew in advance that the gorgeous stranger with eyes like melting honey you’d been watching for months would bump into you? That you’d by mistake put the notebook with embarrassing drawings of him in his Yves Saint Laurent bag, the same model as yours?

The doorbell to your favorite coffee shop announced your arrival just as the smell hit you like a wall. You took a deep sniff of the air to make the fragrance last longer and made your way to the counter, following through your daily ritual of coming here to work on your latest novel for a few hours. Behind the counter was the barista, Casey who always took your order and had been doing so for months now. The rhythm of your stay here were so current that you didn’t even say hi to each other anymore, but you just made your way to your usual table at the window and waited for her to call out your order. This was a way for you to ditch the long line of people and get to work immediately.

“(Y/n)! The delivery of your favorite brand of coffee beans are a bit late today. They’re expected to be here in about 20 minutes. Want me to pick another brand?”

“Nah, I don’t mind waiting. I have nowhere to rush off to anyway.” Casey didn’t say what all the other workers thought. ‘As always’ some would snicker and you’d laugh with them. Casey wasn’t much for talking, or being near people overall, which came off as odd considering she worked as a barista at the town’s busiest brewery.

You turned on your laptop immediately and for awhile the sentences just seemed to take form by themselves without you needing to stop and think things through. The chatting from the people in the cafe worked wonders for your need of noise to be able to concentrate. But a particular sound always seemed to bring you out of your place and look up from your novel.

“Mornin’, I’ll have the usual, please.” The browneyed beauty which seemed to be as stuck in his day-to-day habits as you were. A stranger with the face of a god, probably created by them by hand. He always greeted the baristas with a blinding smile every morning to get breakfast. You’d seen him ever since he discovered this place and henceforth, he came here whenever he got the chance. His usual table stood empty, as usual and you’d sneak glances of him throughout the hour he used to stay. Part of the reason you always got to work so quickly was because you knew in advance how distracted you got by the handsome stranger so you might as well push every second of concentration in your favor. After all, you could get in trouble for not writing fast enough but couldn’t bring yourself to change your hours to avoid him. You even used to doodle some sketches of him the times where your creativity hit rock bottom. You weren’t a professional, since you needed a reference to know the proportions but whoever looked at the doodles would without hesitation be able to point out the person you drew. So in a way you were very accurate and took notice to details critical to make the face identical that mostly were gone unnoticed by the eye. You also made doodles of him because you were to scared to take a picture. Not that you were a stalker or anything. Just an admirer of his unreal features, yeah.

“That’d be 6€. Oh and (Y/n), your order is ready!” Casey didn’t return the kind smile of the stranger and you partly felt bad for him since well, Casey never smiled and he gave her the same warm greeting every morning.

You got up and felt your hands getting sweaty as the stranger turned his head to look at you. You’d never been so close to him before from where you stood beside him just mere centimeters apart. He smelled of something mild and sweet with a tint of cigarette. You mouthed a ‘sorry’ to him since you basically interrupted the line. He took no offense though and motioned for you to pay first. You picked up your bag and quickly grabbed at your purse, your notebook with your doodles getting stuck in your grip. You felt hot skin brushing your arm and it made you drop everything you just picked up. The man must’ve raised his hand to his face or something because he looked just as surprised as you when you yelped. You bent down to pick up all the coins and cards falling out of your purse.

“I’m so sorry, I scared you, didn’t I? I’ll help you.” He bent down beside you and put his own bag to the side to use both hands. The heat of his body didn’t have to even be in contact with your skin for you to feel it. In a haze you mumbled something about being alright and stuffed everything in your bag except for your credit card. You payed up quickly and thanked him even though he barely got the time to pick anything off the floor.

Your hands stopped sweating after a big sip of your coffee. You almost downed it completely to stop your hands from shaking too. If you would’ve been anything like your main character in the novel, this wouldn’t even have been an embarrassing encounter. Stuff like that happens. But not when it came to you. It didn’t take you long to realize that your concentration had completely perished after what happened. So you stuck your hand inside your bag reaching for your notebook but found nothing. ‘That’s weird. Did it fall out after I- Shit.’ You thought. Right. It slipped on the floor and you stuffed it in the bag without a second look. But didn’t that stranger have a similar bag to the one you’ve got? You glanced his way and saw indeed the exact same Yves Saint Laurent bagmodell you carried. ‘Good taste- but fuck this is a problem!’ The doodles in there would make you look like a stalker for sure if he found it, which he most definitely would.

You sat restless in your seat for the next 10 minutes trying to come up with a plan of how to not look like a fool while also getting your notebook back. Just asking for it back would be far too embarrassing since your bag wasn’t even close to his when you mistook it for yours. He’d think that you just wanted an excuse to talk to him. ‘So I might as well talk to him then.’ You thought as you stood up and went to his table with absolutely no idea of how you’d approach him.

“Can I sit down?” His striking brown eyes looked up from his phone and caught you off guard. He should be the surprised one, though you were the one getting flustered by how his eyes looked like melting honey because of the sun streaks getting in his face. How pathetic. ‘No, no focus. Step one, just greet him and don’t get embarrassed’.

“Well, hello to you too”, He chuckled and it didn’t take long to realize why. ‘Failed step one’. You’d just asked for the seat next to him without even saying hi. How embarrassing. Heat rose to your cheeks and he gently nodded for you to sit.

“I’m sorry, my body hasn’t digested enough caffeine to make me a function like a human being yet.” It was a miracle that you managed to keep your voice from stuttering and you were thankful when he seemed to appreciate the joke, that wasn’t really a joke though.

“I hear ya. So what did you come here for? You’re usually super busy at this time so it must be important.” His smile was sweet but you began to overheat. Had he been watching you? What for? Did he notice you had been doodling him sometime? But just then your train of thoughts were interrupted by another thought.

“I have seen you somewhere.”

“That’s... why you came here?” You were stunned by his reaction. He must’ve grown irritated by now, right?

“...yes?” It came out as a question and you internally cursed yourself for being so awkward.

“You don’t seem too sure about it?” His smile returned thankfully. He brought his own coffee to his lips and took a sip.

“No, I have definitely seen you somewhere. You look like that serial killer from the news.” That caused him to almost spit out his coffee. You were just about to apologize, pack your laptop and bounce as he turned serious.

“Really? I thought I looked nothing like my mugshot.” His lips pursed and it took a moment for the meaning to hit.

“You’re kidding.” You must’ve looked dumbfounded because he burst out laughing which caused the entire shop to turn their heads.

“Yes, I’m just joking. Was it believable?” It kind of reminded you of a young boy pulling a prank on his friend, the way the stranger looked at you with anticipation. You simply nodded, too embarrassed of every single word you’d spoken to this man so far. This... ridiculously handsome man. Before now you hadn’t really gotten a close look at him. His outfits were always on point but you’d never noticed the set of rings on his hands, for example.

“I’m sorry. My name is Damiano David. I’m the singer of the band Måneskin. That’s probably from where you’ve seen me, right?”

Damiano. What a pretty name. But what- Måneskin. Oh yeah.

“Ah, yeah...” Oh yeah... they won Eurovision, right?

...

“I see- wait oh my god, that’s terrible!” You blurted out without getting a chance to control your mind. You just wanted to sink off the chair and slip under under the table in shame. That’s it, you mistook Damiano David for a serial killer. ‘Might as well switch coffee shop, say goodbye to Casey while I’m at it.’

“Uh... what is?” Maybe you should offer to pay for his breakfast too to make him forget everything.

“I made a complete fool out of myself! I mistook you for a serial killer!”

“Don’t worry about it, Cara Mia. I’ve been through worse.” He seemed genuinely fine about it, though he really shouldn’t have.

“What could be worse than being mistaken for a killer out on the run?” He fell quiet trying to think back, you assumed.

“Well, I guess you’re right. It’s pretty bad. But like I said, it’s fine. It could’ve been worse.” He finished his last sip of coffee before gathering his trash. He’d probably be leaving soon and then you’d finally be alone to sulk.

“Really?”

“Yeah, at least you’re not some stalker who made up this meeting in your head before, just to put something in my coffee. You know, kidnapping me and stuff.” He just never seemed to stop laughing, did he? ‘Well, you’re only half wrong. Wait what am I thinking. I’m not a stalker! I didn’t even know who he was until now!” You nodded and fiddled with the sleeves of your shirt, in desperate need of something to clutch onto before you started laughing hysterically. We’re you losing your mind over a guy? Well he sure was a pretty guy, then.

“I’ve actually gotta go now but I had a really good time talking to you, as weird as it seems. Do you believe in fate? His expression took a readable turn and you tried really hard figuring out what that gaze meant.

“Fate? Yes, why?” He stood up and tossed his bag over his shoulder. Just then you realized what you really came here for and how close you were to failing miserably. You needed to tell him right away the real reason or else... His scent kept you from losing yourself to your thoughts again. Damiano stopped by your side and bent down, his hot breath fanning your ear. Lips brushed your earlobe and he whispered in a husky tone.

“I believe fate made us wear matching bags today; just for you to lose your notebook and force you to finally come over here and start a conversation with me. You know I’ve waited patently, right? Good thing you’re cute or else I might’ve stopped hoping.”

‘What?’

“Call me when you feel like it. I’ll see you tomorrow the same time, (Y/n).” And with that, he handed you the notebook with some numbers you hadn’t seen before; his phone number. He left immediately and the doorbell rang seconds later, alerting you of that you were indeed alone now.

‘What... What the hell just happened?’

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bxllafanficc · 3 years

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In your eyes

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: one-shot angst of which Damiano misses to shoot his shot with (Y/n) and she ends up going home to her country for a month. Damiano believed in a few seconds of her return that their friendgroup would never change. However, much can happen in a month. (basically just Dami our poor baby being miserable so read on your own free will:))

(note from the writer: Aaaah I'm so sorry for the terrible format, tumblr just won't give me a break and makes the spacing super weird.>~<)

There were several ways he could’ve done it differently.

Your smile seemed genuine tonight. Damiano realized that now, unlike the past weeks leading up to now. His band, including you had started out as colleagues last year when both your managers had decided it was time for a collaboration unlike what him, Vic, Thomas and Ethan had done in the past. You were already pretty famous back in your country. A quick breakthrough for your career, just like them. And the months during your stay in Italy only seemed to fly past for every time you got closer to the group, which didn’t take long. The tour came to an end months ago but you stayed since there was nothing dragging you back home, you said. Tonight they celebrated their friendship at a beach house because Vic hired the place in secret with the motivation of ‘you all need some sand and vodka’. Everyone laughed at first and spent a great day caught up in the waves until dawn. Though, It didn’t take long to notice there was something occupying your attention tonight. He noticed you had been chewing on your lip the entire day like you always did when something was on your mind. Maybe it had something to do with him breaking you heart.

Yes, there we’re several ways he could’ve done it. For starters, he could’ve not rejected you so abruptly when you confessed your growing feelings two months ago. Your eyes were bright back then, sparkling almost. He didn’t notice the way you gave him glances like to no other in the group until it faded that evening. He really fucked up, scared of what might happen if it didn’t work out since you were so close to everyone in the band. Your confession hit him like baby deer in the headlights. His brain function really caved in and he blurted out something about only seeing you as a friend though it was far from true. You were embarrassed at first. Felt like a fool for thinking there was something more to Damiano’s way of approaching you all this time. And he was a coward for never properly explaining himself afterwards. No man and no woman received those bright eyes after that. That look he craved now as his feeling only grew hungrier for every day. He made a habit out of chasing your gaze, searching for some kind of sign that he didn’t fuck up as big as he thought. Your bottom lip was already tinted red from all the chewing by now. “You’re gonna draw blood if you keep doing that.” Your chin was now in between his index finger and thumb. The waves had calmed down hours ago and a cold breeze caressed your skin, making every hair on your arms stand up. The mild water flowing through the gap of your bodies felt like an embrace in a way. It made Damiano rather confident. Your eyes were round of surprise as he drew the pad of his thumb across the swollen side of your lip. As bright red as it was, he couldn’t help but imagining what it would be like to kiss you. To nurse you back to health with his lips. Your skin felt hot compared to the evening air, the last streams of red sunlight casting a spell on the entire scene. “I’ll just apply some ointment on it when we go back. I think they’re pretty used to me being so rough in my treatment anyway.” You broke away from his grip, as of a gently apology as the spell broke. Damiano felt like bringing up one of his usual jokes just to get a reaction from you. He wanted to see the flustered state he always put you in. ‘Surely they wouldn’t mind me taking a bite of you either, then’ was what he’d planned to say. No wonder you wanted to confess your feelings, since he’d been so flirty all the time. He wanted to fix this. He was going to confess, right now. Then beg on his knees for your forgiveness. He didn’t care if he was going to get a mouth full of water by doing so. "I have something to say”, He blurted out and thought you’d look surprised of his sudden tone. “Me too.” It was visible on your face before you even spoke the words. You were prepared because you’d planned to say the exact same thing. He motioned for you to go first. This would be it, yeah? He’d do it. But one wrong turn and he might just lose his confidence. “I’m going home in a week.” Fuck. “I haven’t seen my family for awhile now and honestly, I’ve not been feeling too great lately. I think everybody needs a recharge and the best I could do right now is to go back home to (Y/c). It’s only gonna be a month though! Then it’ll all be back to normal.” Damiano knew you’d have to go home sooner or later. It was just the timing of your announcement that was off. No, if he hadn’t screwed up in the first place, there wouldn’t have been a situation like this now.

He knew spending time with your family would do you good. He’d just have to wait a month and confess later. While at it, he might as well plan to make the confession more romantic instead of what he’d felt like doing now in the heat of the moment.

“Can I still call you? You’re gonna be caught up in work in (Y/c) too, right?”.

Your smile was genuine tonight. Because you’d be going separate ways and wanted this stay on the beach house to feel special.

“Of course, you all have call me. We should make a schedule! I’m gonna miss having all your chatting around. Without it, it’s dead quiet.”

Yes, there were several ways he could’ve done it.

The last week went by in a hunch and the farewell were emotional. You kept patting a sobbing Vic on the back reminding her that it’d only be a month. It was a quick last goodbye but the month seemed to go past in slow motion just to torture Damiano a little extra. It felt empty in the studio where he spent most of his time, working past his hours to keep himself occupied. He worked overtime in order to not drown in his thoughts, of the discovery he’d made when he watched the news from your country. There was a man greeting you at the airport with a big hug. Some reporters caught a shot of it happening on camera and it showed you entangled in the man, face buried in his shoulder. The nausea had increased for every typed letter in the search bar of his browser, trying to find out the identity of the man. A famous singer from your country, it seemed. You’d met a few times and were about the same age. You even went to the same school in different time periods.

Damiano didn’t let the others know of his discovery since their browsers wasn’t as entangled in (Y/c) social media. But he kept on checking the newsfeed every day, a burning knot aching in his stomach every day of anticipation that he’d find a new article about the two of you together.

One week later it was announced that you and this man would hold a concert at the end of the month along with the usual gossip when two single stars would collaborate. Rumors just like the one spread throughout Italy and Europe when you came here back then. Rumors of you and Damiano having a thing going. Back then he’d just laughed it off at the interviews.

“You should ask her. Instead of stalking her social media, I mean. You have a scheduled call tonight, right? You should bring it up.” Vic had been the first to confront him after it became obvious of his anxious behavior. He’d just brushed her off with a mutter and gone back to work but on the inside he truly considered asking you later.

“Hi, Dami! I’m not interrupting you or anything, yeah? I realize that I’m thirty minutes late but I have a reason for that-“ Two weeks in and the sound of your voice made all his tense muscles just wither away.

“I’m just glad you called.” He was a coward. When it came to it, he couldn’t ask the question, wasn’t prepared for the possible answer. You’d been late to almost every call but it didn’t matter to him. You began sounding happier for every call and mostly, it brought him to peace for the night. The anxiety would hit the day after when he began wondering of the reason behind your happiness. How down you’d been because of him and how all that disappeared when you went home. You always had to quit your calls early because you were drowning in work and kept ranting about how you missed the days of doing nothing at all with the group.

The last week went by the slowest. Damiano watched the concert on repeat on his computer to the point where his eyes had trouble focusing on the screen. You were bouncing around at the center of the stage with that man in neon clothing and a roaring crowd under your feet. He’d seen that type of performance before because that was the man’s signature way of performing. The endless videos he’d watched of your partner until he could point out every little detail you changed about your own stage presence to match his. Your smile seemed genuine that evening. And Damiano understood why you were so cheerful in his presence. The man was a real ray of sunshine, always smiling and joking on every interview. One of those unicorns who seemed perfect in and out. Everything Damiano was not. If you didn’t end up with him at the end of this month, you’d made a dumb decision. He kept ranting about it in the studio and to everybody present who would listen until Thomas had enough and drove him home for the night.

“She said she’d be here in a few minutes.” Vic elbowed him in the side and motioned for him to turn his visible pout into a smile.

It was time for you to return and the whole group decided to gather right beside where the plane would land to greet you right when you hit the ground. Thomas stood a little off to the side and performed a small dance with flailing jazzy hands to shake off the numbness everybody felt from their body being cramped up in a car for too long. Damiano had to squint his eyes to see properly because of the obnoxious morning sun not getting properly covered by all the clouds floating by. He couldn’t help but giggle and join in, his hands moving in a circle in front of his face.

After all, the relief of this month finally being over put him in a lighter mood. The whole confession he’d planned was supposed to take place today too. With all the waiting he’d done, he could hardly stand the few minutes leading up to your arrival. He knew you’d be hungry in a few hours so he booked a table for two at your favorite restaurant. The rest of the group were in on it, even though Ethan complained that he would be hungry too by then right before laughing it off.

You were supposed to have landed now. But no airplane in sight.

“Damn, Dami can you check the arrival of her flight? It’s over there.”

He barely made it back before the group spotted the plane in the sky. A wave of relief but also anticipation washed over him and he started fiddling with his hands for something to hold onto. What would he do when you landed?

The door to the plane opened and some flight attendants stepped outside in order to not trip as you came sprinting out first in line. You all met in the middle of what it took to run there, Damiano being the first to reach you. You were finally wrapped around his body, him slightly pushed back by the collision of the hug. Vic and Thomas wasn’t far behind and lastly Ethan who always seemed to come a few seconds behind. Three more bumps of the group colliding into a big ball of hugging caused Damiano almost to fall over. You gave away a small yelp of surprise when he regained balance at the last moment and laughter erupted from everyone.

“I’ve missed you so much, guys! But please... let me breath”, you wheezed out after a long time of hugging and not letting go.

“You’re gonna have to bargain for us to let you go, (Y/n).” Damiano had to laugh and warmth spread throughout his body. Vic wanted to bargain for you wanting a breath of air? The group truly hadn’t changed even after a month of being apart. After this, he was confident that he’d spent the last month worried sick for nothing.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll pay for food!” Your laughter would always surprise him. How cute you’d be and how it would always catch him off guard. He’d forgotten what a pleasant sound it was since you hadn’t laughed like that in awhile.

“Actually, Dami has already planned to take you-“, Thomas began but was quickly elbowed by Vic silencing him. Oh, yeah. He had to tell you now.

“Actually, I’ve already booked a table at our restaurant.”

Your eyes shone with new light. There it was, the sparkle he’d sought after for months now. Did it really make you so happy to know you’d get to eat there? Cute. But the direction of your eyes seemed off and Damiano quickly understood why. You weren’t looking at him, but slightly off to the side, where the plane was still letting out passengers. You hadn’t heard him. So why did your eyes light up?

He tilted his head towards the plane and wished he hadn’t immediately. Cause maybe he could’ve frozen time if he hadn’t looked behind him.

“Over here! We’re here!”, You shouted and flailed your arms for the man you’d been working with for the past month getting out of the plane, last person in line.

Oh.

It didn’t take long for the man to make his way to your side. Everyone looked surprised when the man grasped and took a hold of your waist.

You looked so flustered in that moment. And when your eyes met the gaze of the man by your side, it all came down to Damiano. Those eyes weren’t meant for him, not anymore at least.

The air no longer seemed to do any good as he took deep breathes to calm down, bite back the lump in his throat. He couldn’t breathe.

There were several things he could’ve done differently. To prevent this. Several chances where he would’ve changed the future if he’d just stopped being a coward. All those moments where he could’ve said something flew past the surface of his eyes as if played on a screen. Moments where you’d been alone, moments where he comforted you after a scary movie, when you cried, when you were simply laughing on the cough in the hotel. When he fucked up in the first place and spat out the lie of only thinking of you as a friend. Damiano realized that he’d never be able to let that moment slip. A girl like you would never stay single for this long. He truly missed his chance. A coward, is the word to describe his actions. He should’ve realized that the light in your gaze died forever that evening, realized how it wasn’t because of him you seemed more at ease the week before going home to (Y/c). When you were smiling at your phone, he should’ve realized that you weren’t just watching a funny video. And every time he chased the longing in your eyes, he should’ve realized that it’d never return.

Because those eyes no longer belonged to him.

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