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Sway With Me

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader

Plot:

Time changes several things, including a person’s appearance. The reader was once fit and confident about her physique but recent changes in her lifestyle has made her bloated. Ashamed of her current body, she shuns away from Loki, and keeps him at bay whenever he tries to get close to her. That was until our Silvertongue decides to erase her insecurities once and for all.

Warnings: Body issues.

Read time: ~6 mins

Note: The song mentioned in the story is “For All You Give” by The Paper Kites.

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I wanna take you everywhere I go

Have you by my side

Take a walk round in every town

Drive across state lines

Like the sun sends a golden stream

Into our front room

I could be the same old light for you

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“Come on, dance with me,” Loki pulled her out of the couch and flush to his body.

“You mean ‘sway’ with me,” she giggled.

“Whatever you would like to call it,” he rested his cheek against hers.

“I love this song!” She hummed.

“So do I.”

The lyrics floated through the room, and rippled with the movements of the two bodies swaying to the whims of the accompanying music.

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Like the morning is always new

Give it back to you

Like the rain, it just passes through

For all you give

I'll give it back to you

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“You know I love you, right?” Loki murmured on the skin of her shoulder.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Then why do you say things that hurt me?”

An exhausted sigh left her. She pulled herself away ever so slightly, just enough to be able to look into his green eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Loki. It’s true, isn’t it, that I don’t look as I used to. I don’t like this version of me.”

His eyes looked deep into her soul. There was a command in them, as a king would hold while addressing his subject. But it was softened by a reverence and an equally unparalleled love.

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I think about it like a man in need

Every time I'm gone

Wait to see you like a mile-long train

Is passing by your door

And my life is set around you now

Tangled up the same

And I'll be the one who calls your name

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“But I still love you,” Loki declared. “You. How you look has never mattered to me.” 

She raised a playful brow at the statement.

The trickster let out a soft laugh. “I mean, I love the way you look. Any time. In any form. You have always mesmerized me, love.”

“But I disappoint myself,” tears had begun to form at the corners of her eyes.

“Why do you let your looks define you?” Loki slipped a slender finger beneath her chin and held it up. “You are a queen! It is not your looks but your attitude and your work that should define you.”

“Easy for you to say, god!”

Loki sighed in defeat. There seemed to be no way he could convince her with his words.

“Come here.” He took her by the hand, and walked to their bedroom.

“Love, I get it. I get your point,” she chuckled, assuming Loki’s “intentions”.

“No, you do not. You say that you have understood, and then I see you hating yourself all over again. Were you not the one who had taught me to love myself no matter what the world says? Were you not the one to tell me to look past my faults, and find the light inside? I did. And I found you. I found us!”

“I still love myself,” she tried to reason, “I just...it’s this mirror that I don’t like.”

“And this is exactly the reason why I need you to look at it.”

Loki positioned them to stand in front of the mirror, with her facing it while he stood behind her.

“What do you see?” He asked her reflection.

“A gorgeous god with a bag of fat,” she laughed, knowing the reaction she’d receive from him.

“You know what I see?”

“A humble god with a ravishing woman?” She jested.

“Partially correct. The woman is ravishing, yes. But the god is gorgeous, too.”

“Narcissist!” She smacked his arm playfully.

“What? One should always appreciate oneself! You are the one who has taught me that.”

“Hmm,” she hummed in agreement, letting a stubborn smile take over her features.

“But I also see a gracious amount of soft skin hidden behind this ugly piece of cloth,” Loki pulled at her t-shirt.

“Don’t you call my baggy tee ugly, mister!” She laughed.

“Shut up. It is ugly because it does not allow me to feel the warmth of your skin. Do you have any idea how much your touch soothes me? How I crave for your skin...any part of it whenever I am feeling anxious?”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Then? I see this ugly thing again, not hugging but clumsily falling over your beautiful, curvy waist,” his hands gently squeezed her waist. “You know how much I love these curves of yours. But did you know that now there is a lot more room for me to dig my fingers into as I make love to you?”

The way he was purring into her ears, and the manner in which his long fingers were slowly gripping her, made her giggle and squirm.

“Ticklish...just the way I like it. See, you do not even allow me to tickle you anymore.”

The more she wiggled under his hold, the more he continued his mischief. Their laughter filled the room until she was panting and begging him to stop.

He kissed her neck before speaking, “And these?”

His palms had now snaked up her body, stopping only when they came to rest on her breasts.

“Do you have any, any idea how much I love these?”

“I guess, I do,” she replied through ragged breaths. Either his hands were exuding magic or she must have lost her senses during the whole tickle-fight, she thought.

“No, you do not,” he breathed in her ear. Yes, it was him and not her, she was sure now.

“If you knew,” his mouth continued with the words while his hands continued with something else, “you would not have left me craving for days.”

“(Y/N)?” He turned her around to face him, “Why are you depriving me of things that I love? Things that I need for survival? I need you. All of you - the good and the bad. Although there is nothing ‘bad’ about your body but only about the way you look at it. Look at yourself the way I look at you. And then you shall see what a marvellous creation you are!”

A tear ran down her cheek. Wiping it off, she tried to laugh but almost choked on her emotions. “I still don’t understand how you can love me so much. You, a god!”

“I am,” Loki kissed her face, “but a simple man with a heart that beats for you. And yes, the most charming man in the entire universe!”

His mischievous smirk made her laugh. Loki stole the moment to pull her flush to him.

“You are my queen,” he ran a hand over her head and down her neck, “my angel. You are…the most beautiful creation that can ever exist. And never ever will you doubt yourself.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Or else I shall punish you.”

A pleasant shiver ran up her spine. “Is that a threat from a god?” She whispered back.

“It is a promise from a god,” his breath warmed the shell of her ear, “and a god always keeps his promise.”

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Mentally I’m still here 😀😀

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𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 |

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦.

*Probably will make this a multi part thing but idk I’ll see how it goes🙃*

You finished plaiting the last braid in your hair before continuing your peaceful stroll along the rushing river in the queens gardens.

You had been welcomed most warmly that dawn by the king and queen of Asgard, but as the princes were on a mission fighting in another realm, you were still yet to meet them.

As a light elf, you had the most radiant spirit and connected deeply with nature. You were a princess, yes, but that wasn’t always what you prioritised. You generally never dressed like one and you never cared for the politics of it all. One of the main reasons you were here now, on Asgard.

After your mother's passing, your father believed that if you spent time around this royal family, that ‘perhaps you’ll learn the proper manners of a princess’, as he had said.

You scoff at the memory. It may have only be recent, but, life hasn't been the same since your mother died. Your father is cold and distant. Life is lonely and dull.

Hour pass as you remain in the gardens, surrounded by animals and natural beauty. So lost in your own train of thought, you don’t even notice that someone has entered your presence.

“I do not believe that maids are allowed unaccompanied in the queens gardens.” The smooth voice snaps your from your trance and you turn to look over your shoulder.

You recognise the man standing before you immediately. Maid...really? Prince Loki; tall, dark, and handsome as ever. Does he really not realise who you are?

You cock your head to the side. “Oh, right. My apologies…my prince.” You bow your head slightly and he raises a brow as you stifle a giggle and run off back to the palace entrance. You decide to reside in your room reading, until dinner time.

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"My boys. You both look rather dashing." Frigga's soft voice floats throughout the currently empty dining hall.

"Why thank you, mother." Thor replies as Loki smiles silently in response.

"So where is this.. princess.. that is going to be staying with us?" Loki asks, trying his best to hide his intrigue. His current thoughts were solely that of the princess and mysterious 'maid' he had found in the garden earlier that day that he had never seen before.

"Coming right now, and be nice to her, please. She has just lost her mother. She is delicate." Her voice is soft and there's a sadness to it. Your mother was, after all, one of Frigga's closest friends.

The guards open the doors to the dining hall. Meekly, you walk in and bow in front of the royal family before you.

"Rise, child." Odin's voice booms and you flinch slightly.

Frigga smiles fondly and gestures for you to come over. You slowly approach, curls in your hair bouncing slightly as you hold your beautiful, long, flowing dress.

"How are you, my dear?" Frigga asks as she holds your hands in hers.

You hesitate. "I'm okay, your highness."

"Good. And please, call me Frigga." She chuckles. "Here, meet my sons. Thor, and Loki." She smiles proudly.

As you reach a hand out to shake, you realise you shouldn't. Your father would whip your hand if you did that. Not that he's there, but you won't risk it this time. You settle on a curtsy.

"Welcome to Asgard, princess. We are more than happy to have you." Thor shouts kindly. You smile in return, feeling an odd sense of comfort from the large man.

You look over, making eye contact with Loki. He stares back at you, stunned, eyeing you up and down with a curious smirk. You blush and try not to laugh.

"It would seem that Prince Loki and I have actually met already."

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The room bustled with people, eating their various foods and chatting about nothing. Small talk this, small talk that. Empty conversations will be the death of you.

"So, princess Y/n. How is your father faring?" A rough voice from beside you asks.

You groan internally.

"Quite well. Thank you." You reply through gritted teeth. You smile and silently stand there in hopes that unfamiliar man will leave. But, he doesn't.

"And how is life on Asgard treating you?" Another question you can roll your eyes at.

"Well considering I've been here barely a day, how about I get back to you on that one another time." You throw him a sour smile, handing him your drink before walking away curtly.

You find yourself standing alone in the corner as the night pursues. It seems that gossip travels rather fast here on Asgard as people were already whispering and casting judging glances. Perhaps you were too unnecessarily rude to the man. Well, who cares, maybe it means you can go home quicker.

"You do not care for dancing?" A husky voice asks from behind you.

"You do not care for approaching people like a normal person?" You don't need to turn around to know who it is.

He shrugs, no standing beside you. "I am not a normal person. It is simply part of my charm."

"Well that I sure do not care for." You cross your arms. How much longer until this is over.

"Ouch. You itch so badly to get out of here." He says quietly as he looks out onto the sea of people, who are starting to stare even more so now that you're talking to their prince.

"Don't you?" You scoff. "Look. I've been here a day and already all these people hate me."

"They do not hate you. They simply...misunderstand you, I suppose. Take your honesty as hostility." He shrugs.

"I said one thing! Just the one!" You raise one finger to emphasise and he chuckles in amusement.

"You will get over it, and I assure you, they will too." He tells you, as if he has experienced this before too.

Your eyes widen as you come to a shocking realisation. "If this news gets back to my father he is going to kill me."

Loki scoffs. "Please, with something this tame? I doubt it, princess."

His use of the words princess makes your stomach flip but you ignore the feeling and mumble incoherently back to him.

"I need to shower and organise my room with all my stuff." You say, changing the subject as you anxiously bite your nails, counting down the seconds till you can leave already.

"You do know there is maids for that, right?" He replies smugly, hands tucked into his pockets.

"Yes.. but you do know I'm not one of them, right?"

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I have a request for a story. It’s a Loki x Female reader. The reader suffers with bipolar disorder and she’s having a tough time in a depressive episode and her boyfriend Loki knows about her state he rushes to comfort and help her in anyway he can.

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

*sorry this is so short and took forever I hope it’s okay anon 🥲🫶🏻*

“I don’t understand what’s going on she was fine yesterday.” Tony says worriedly as he walks through the vast halls of the avengers compound side by side with Loki.

“Yes well it is not exactly something you plan in advance.” Loki replies unamused. His only thoughts and concerns right now are to get to you.

“What isn’t? The hell are you talking about, reindeer games?” Loki ignores Tony as he rounds the corner reaching your quarters before shooing Tony away.

He places a small knock on your door. “My love?I’m here.” He waits for your reply but is he met with nothing but deafening silence. He lets out a small sigh and leans his back against your door, sliding down it slowly.

“I’m not going anywhere, darling. Whenever you are ready, I’ll be right here.” He says gently. Even though you haven’t said anything he knows you’re listening. As stubborn as you can be, whenever you have an episode you know all you need to make it better is Loki.

You let more time pass as you rot away in your bed, drowning in an all consuming emptiness as you stare blankly at the bare wall. You’re too numb to move.

Tears in your eyes, you slowly rise to open the door to be met with your half asleep boyfriend. It hasn’t been that long, but long enough. He really did wait.

He immediately shoots awake. “Darling.” He says as he pulls you into his arms and holds you softly. “Oh my love I’m sorry I was away when this started but I am here now.”

He tries to pull away to hold your face but you only hold him tighter. “Loki.” You whisper as fresh tears stain his shirt.

“I know, I know.” He coos as he rubs your back in soothing circles. He picks you and you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your head in neck.

“Let’s get you showered and rested, okay?” He says as he takes you to your bathroom.

“Loki noo I don’t want to shower please.” You whine as he suggests one of the many things you tend to avoid when in an episode. You just can never bring yourself to do it. Well, it’s either that or showers that are hours long.

“I know it’s hard, my love, but I promise it will be worth it.” He looks deep into your eyes and your heart swells with a warm feeling of safety and trust.

“Okay. Fine.”

He smiles and places a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl.”

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Worth The Pain {Loki x GN!Reader}

Summary: It’s been one year since the snap… And you are struggling to cope with the reality you had been left with. And Loki won’t stand by and watch grief consume you. (Avengers AU)

A/N: This is an AU, Loki survived Thanos. I rewatched Endgame and had this idea.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, grief/loss

One year.

It had been one whole year since the snap. One whole year since the Avengers lost. Since everyone lost.

It was easier to find solace at the bottom of a bottle than to think about it. To allow yourself to feel. You’d hardly eaten, hardly slept, hardly done anything except swig at the bottle of whiskey grasped in your hand. You’d failed. And there was nothing you could do now. Whoever remained was scattered, the remaining Avengers dispersed. All just trying to carry on - in their own ways. Carrying on was very different from moving on.

You’d stayed at the compound, along with Natasha. Natasha threw herself into work, trying her hardest to find solutions, keeping in contact with the others in the universe. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do such a thing. No, it was easier to allow despair to swallow you whole. Cowardly? Maybe. But even mighty Avengers had their weaknesses.

Loki was an unexpected ally during the fight against Thanos, but a strangely welcome one. Besides, you needed all the help you could get. And after all was said and done, he’d lingered. You were surprised, thinking he would’ve been the first to run. The first to go into the shadows to grieve, to even revert to his dark ways. But no, he stayed. He was mellower, grown almost. The event had changed him - like it did everyone.

There he stood, arms folded, donning Midgardian attire of a sleek, fitted black dress shirt and slacks, leaning against the doorway to the common area of the compound as he watched you. Being only you two and Natasha that stuck around the compound, cohabiting for the last year, it was hard for him to not care… to not feel a pang in his chest at the sight of the dullness in your eyes, the pain, the grief…

And to see you only causing yourself more suffering…

No, it wouldn’t do. Not today.

“Do you intend to spend your day drowning your sorrows?” His voice asked across the room, softer than usual in cadence, but with his typical sardonic edge. Your gaze didn’t even drift towards him as you leaned back in your seat, lifting your glass to your lips to take a sip - as if to make a point.

“Do you intend to spend your day judging me for it?” You asked lowly, a hint of defensiveness to your tone. “Because if you are, I suggest doing it elsewhere.” Loki pursed his lips, pushing himself from the doorway as he took a few measured steps into the room, unfolding his arms.

“Who said anything about judging?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Besides, I’m hardly one to comment on… coping mechanisms.” He added wryly, acknowledging his own past machinations. “I did hold New York hostage after all.” You let out a huff of wry amusement at that, your eyes finally drifting towards him. Your eyes were glazed, slightly glassy from the liquor and emotions you felt.

“Hm.” You hummed in agreement. “That you did.” You nodded faintly, raising your glass in a mock toast. “I would say that was the equivalent to shoplifting compared to what Thanos has done.” You commented as Loki’s lips quirked ever so faintly, raising a brow as he approached the table where you were sat.

“Shoplifting?” He asked in mock offence. “Please, it was at least on the same level as a robbery.” He raised his chin slightly, a hint of mischief in his blue eyes appearing. You rolled your eyes languidly, taking another sip of your drink - a sip that turned into downing the glasses contents. Loki watched, his smirk fading into a thin line as his hands came to rest on the back of one of the empty chairs. Loki liked you. Truly, he did. Maybe a bit more than like, despite the fact you were a mortal. A cruel jest from the Norns it seemed.

“Either way-“ You continued after placing your glass down, reaching for the bottle once more. “You get my point.” You sighed, hand finding the bottle, but as you were about to pick it up, it suddenly disappeared in a shimmer of green, your fingers curling around nothing. You let out a heavy breath, hand falling to the table. “Loki-“

“I think you’ve had quite enough.” He cut you off, voice low. Firm, yet gentle.

“You’re one to talk.” You muttered with irritation, sliding to sit back in your seat, hand moving with you on the tables glossy surface. “You’re not exactly known for your restraint.”

“Perhaps not.” He conceded with a faint nod, pulling out the chair beside you, the legs dragging on the floor. “But I know when enough is enough for a friend.” He told you, taking a seat, eyes never leaving your face. You pursed your lips, slowly blinking.

“Listen, I don’t need a lecture.” You grumbled. “Alright? It’s bad enough hearing them from Rogers and his little ‘it gets better’ meetings.” You huffed, shifting in your seat.

“A lecture from me?” Loki raised a brow, tilting his head faintly. “Hel would freeze over before I gave a lecture, I assure you.” His lips twitched upwards briefly. “No, I am merely here as an ear. I can be quite a passable listener.”

“You love to hear yourself talk.” You rebutted, finally turning your face to meet his gaze again. “I don’t think a lecture is so far out of your realm of possibilities.” You added wryly.

“Please don’t put me in the same category as Rogers.” He feigned a pleading look. “I may have… grown in recent times, but righteous like the Captain I am not.”

“Then give me back my whiskey.” You raised a brow in a subtle challenge. Loki sighed.

“I can’t do that.” He stated simply, shaking his head.

“Why?” You narrow your eyes slightly. Loki paused, taking a quiet, deep breath before his brows raised.

“You know why.” He gave you a pointed look, his voice low and soothing. Once again, firm but gentle. Something that was becoming more and more characteristic of Loki, especially when it came to you. You held his gaze, before choosing to concede, leaning back in your seat.

“When did you get so… wise? Boring?” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest, almost like a mopey child.

“I’ll try not to take too much offence…” Loki replied in his usual sardonic way, raising a brow. “First comparing me to Rogers, now calling me boring…” He tsk’d with a shake of his head. “I’m wounded, truly.” His hand moved to press against his chest in a flair of drama, causing your lips to tug upwards slowly, even as you moved you gaze from his, trying to hide the fact he had been successful at bringing you out of your wallowing - if for a moment. “Was that a smile?”

“I’m not a child, Loki-“ You cleared your throat.

“No?” He tilted his head.

“No.” You met his gaze again, feigning a look of annoyance, trying your hardest to remain rather stoic.

“Oh right.” He nodded. “My mistake then.” He smirked. “It’s just, for a moment-“ He lifted his hand, gesturing towards your sulky demeanour. “Well, I was worried perhaps I accidentally cast some spell that regressed you a few years-“

“Asshole.” You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up inside, coming out as your head fell back against the chair. Loki’s own lips turned into a genuine smile at the sound, the sight of levity on your features - if only for a moment.

“I’ve been called worse.” Loki mused, raising his chin faintly. “So, I shall wear ‘asshole’ with pride.” Your laugh began to ebb, tears glistening in your waterline. But you weren’t sure if it was from the laughter or the sorrow you felt, or both. Your hands moved to your face, covering it as you took a few deep breaths, sniffling as your hands fell back into your lap. Loki’s smile faded into a look of understanding. He knew that feeling. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“I must warn you, I’m not very good at dealing with others tears.” He warned playfully, pursing his lips. “I much prefer to be the one making others uncomfortable with jarring displays of emotion.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” You suddenly spoke, voice a mere murmur. “I don’t know… what to do. I don’t know… where I’m going, why I’m still going-“ You let out a shaky breath. “The world still spins, time still flows and yet… I feel I’m stuck. Life carries on but I can’t seem to move.” Your voice wavered faintly, as Loki shifted in his chair, turning to angle himself more to face you better. His brows furrowed in empathy, also understanding that feeling very well.

“Time is a cruel thief.” Loki said quietly, nodding. “And whilst we can’t reclaim the time we’ve lost… We can make sure that no more time is stolen from us.” He continued, keeping his voice calming, reassuring. “Take it from a God who has lived long enough to feel the effects of time.” He held your gaze, pausing. He let out a quiet breath, his hand moving to fiddle with the sleeve of his shirt, twisting the button lightly on the cuff. His gaze flickered to the action, brows creasing faintly.

“No one truly knows what they’re doing.” He continued, tone earnest. “Not even Gods.” He looked up again, meeting your eyes. “When one’s purpose is snatched away… Their life turned on its head… It can leave you feeling…” He paused once again, a hint of vulnerability flickering through his azure eyes. “Hollow.” He landed on, nodding. “Angry. Hurt. Lost…” He watched your reaction to his words closely. “Seeking ways to try and regain control… Whether it be drinking away your sorrows or trying to invade a realm that isn’t yours.”

You listened quietly, features softening, turning more downturned with each word that left Loki’s lips. If someone had told you two years ago you would be sat, having a heart to heart with Loki, the God of Mischief, the man who attacked New York… You would’ve laughed. And yet, here you were. And it was… exactly what you needed.

“I miss my brother.” Loki finally admitted outwardly, lips pressed into a thin line. “And as much as I would very much like to indulge in my grief, I know that isn’t what he would want. He wouldn’t want me to revert to my more… destructive tendencies.” He leaned forwards in his seat, resting an elbow on the table as he looked at you. “Nor would he like it if I let you, a friend, do the same.”

You bit your lower lip lightly, feeling the slight dampness on your cheeks from the few tears that had escaped. Your face felt warm from the whiskey, your emotions raw and vulnerable. A wave of guilt hit you as Loki spoke of Thor. You’d been so caught up with your own troubles, that you hadn’t even stopped to think about anyone else. And still, Loki was trying to help, trying to offer comfort.

“I take back the ‘asshole’ comment.” You murmured. “It seems as though perhaps I’m the asshole.” You muttered wryly, raising a brow as your gaze lowered to your hands in your lap.

“You’re not an ‘asshole’.” Loki corrected, shaking his head, a hint of a smirk on his lips at the Midgardian insult. “You’re just… figuring it out.” He added softly. “Like everyone else.”

Truly, when did Loki get so… Patient?

“And, for the record-“ He raised his brows, leaning in a fraction, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You look much better without the weight of such burdens. Self-pity is very unbecoming on you.” He teased gently, his hand moving to gently nudge your arm, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. You gave a small rueful smile at that.

“I don’t think self-pity is becoming on anyone.” You said lowly. Loki feigned a look of thought.

“Hm-“ He paused. “I don’t know. I think I pulled it off quite well.” You scoffed at that.

“Of course you do.” You mused sarcastically, shaking your head lightly.

A comfortable silence fell between you, the air a little lighter, your frame relaxing ever so slightly as some of the sorrow eased within. Loki licked his lower lip briefly, looking down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers absentmindedly. You were both each other’s constants in this post-snap world… And for that… he was grateful. Reminded than even in darkness, there were beacons of light to be found. After a moments hesitation, his hand moved tentatively, reaching over to find your own in your lap, as his fingers twined with yours, his skin cool compared to your warmer skin. Comforting. His thumb brushed against your knuckles in a featherlight caress.

“If there’s one thing that all this madness has taught me…” Loki broke the silence, voice soft and quiet. “It’s that… Time is precious.” He glanced at your joined hands. “And life is unpredictable… In ways I never imagined.” His brows furrowed briefly. “That you should… keep those you… care for…” His words hung in the air, a soft admission. “Close.” He finished, voice barely above a whisper as he waited for your gaze to meet his, eyes flickering over your profile. After a moment, you looked up, your eyes meeting his.

Looking at him, you could see the mix of emotions in his gaze. The vulnerability, fear, warmth… affection. It was a contradiction. But so was Loki. The God of Mischief, known for his chaotic nature, now a grounding force for another, an anchor amidst the madness.

“Letting people close… Leads to pain.” You whispered, taking a breath. Loki nodded faintly.

“It can.” He admitted. “But… I often find that it’s worth the pain.” He told you, a glimmer of hope in his tone. “At least that’s what many have said.” He added wryly, smirking as he raised a brow. You looked at him thoughtfully, knowing deep down, he was right. Life came with ups and downs, love and pain… It was what made you… alive. Very much alive. Your hand subtly tightened its grip on his, as if to reassure yourself he was real, he was there.

“Then… I suppose we should find out.” You spoke quietly. “If it’s worth the pain.”

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

| 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 |

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞.

*I was just kinda writing as I went with no particular plot just a vague idea so sorry if it’s just random and thrown together* 😅

You hiss as the burning liquid cascades down your throat. What was that? -the third, fourth, maybe tenth drink of the night? Too many to count. But it’s not like anybody’s paying attention anyway.

Or so you think.

“Perhaps you should turn in for the night, darling.” A smooth voice whispers in your ear.

You flinch and look up to see a familiar pair of concerned, green eyes staring back at you. You roll your eyes and take another sip from your drink.

“I… don’t.. need to.. Loki.” Your words are slow and slurred and at this point you’re way past being simply a little tipsy.

“I…disagree.” He says slowly, mocking you as he reaches down in an attempt to take your drink from your hands. Your reaction time is slowed but you manage to dodge him.

“Just go.. away, Loki. I’m-a fine.” You push him away from you but he doesn’t budge.

“Well, ‘a fine’ tells me otherwise. You can’t even form a sentence properly.” He argues.

He was seriously starting to get on your nerves now. You’ve dedicated this night to being able to drink away your sorrows, and seeing as you can’t do it any other day, a party is a perfect excuse to numb yourself. And now he’s screwing it up.

“Why even do you care now?!” You shout, words evidently coming out in no particular order.

Loki is taken aback by your sudden, public, outburst. “Darling I’m afraid I do not understan-”

“You’ve basically ignored me all this night and the past couple weeks! And you care suddenly how much I’m drinking?” You voice cracks on the last word and tears form in your eyes.

Lokis eyes soften as he realises what this is really about. He’s been distant lately due to things on Asgard. None of this has been your fault but clearly you’ve been bearing the guilt. How could he have missed this.

“Oh my love.” Loki says gently as he reaches for you, holding you closely in his arms. You whimper and you want to resist but you know you can’t. You’re too weak and this is all you’ve needed. How could you deny it.

Suddenly the room and people around you disappear as Loki teleports you to his own room. He leads you to his bed, sitting you down as he kneels in front of you.

“Y/n, my dear. I’m so sorry that I’ve haven’t been here for you lately. I love you so much and it pains me that I’ve been hurting you without realising it.” His tone is genuine and you can see the desperation in his eyes.

“And I know it’s more than that and you’ve been hurting but darling, trust me, drinking excessively like that is not the answer. I don’t want you falling back to that dark place again.” He has a sense of urgency that you’ve never seen in him before. “Do you understand me, dove?”

You allow the tears to fall freely and you nod your head repeatedly. “Y-yes i understand I’m so sorry Loki.” You throws yourself into his arms and he embraces you effortlessly.

“It’s not your fault, kærasta.” He says, sneaking in your favourite term of endearment he uses for you.

You sniffle against his shoulders and he allows you to remain silent in his arms as you cry, clinging on to him tightly.

After what feels like hours, he makes sure you’ve had plenty of water before holding you as you fall into a peaceful slumber.

“sov godt min elskede.” You hear Loki say before sleep pulls you in.

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I have multiple requests in my drafts but literally haven’t been in the mood to write at all and I feel so guilty 😭

If you’ve submitted a request and are still waiting, I deeply apologise

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𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | ✩ (𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭) | *𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 |

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬.. 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧.

"You can be so goddamn infuriating sometimes, Loki." You yell in annoyance, nostrils flared as you and Loki make your way out of the meeting room. He was meant to back you up with your plan, but instead, he came up with his own to pitch to the team. Turns out, it was brilliant- but of course your stubborn ass would never admit that.

"Darling please, I had the better plan and you know it." He replies smugly, ignoring your remark.

You stop in your tracks, causing him to as well. "That's not the point." You cross your arms.

"Hm. Then what exactly is the point, my love?" His words are sweet but his tone is sour. The juxtaposition is humorous.

You huff, rolling your eyes. "Wow, okay, the fact you don't know is the point, Loki."

He furrows his brows, genuinely confused. "Must you women always speak in riddles." He groans, growing exasperated.

"What does that even mean?!" You yell back, patience wearing thin. "You're so annoying." You add.

"Y/n," He says slowly as he takes a deep breath. "I have had just about enough of your attitude today."

"Oh my attitude, huh. Well what about yours?! Maybe I've had enough your attitude!" You throw your papers at Loki's chest and angrily stomp your way back to your bedroom.

Once you reach your quarters you slam the door behind you, but no noise is made. Confused, you look back over your shoulder to realise that Loki had stepped in, blocking the door from closing.

"What do you want now." You turn away from him, making your way over to your desk.

Initially, he says nothing. Your heartbeat picks up as he slowly saunters over to where you are now sitting. He wants to evoke a reaction out of you, but you won't give in. You still have a point to prove, and it seems like silent treatment is your only option now.

He leans down, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. "Have you forgotten what happens to bad girls, Y/n?"

You squeeze your legs together, so desperately trying to ignore him, but he is making it extremely difficult. His hot breath on your neck is making your brain all foggy, enough to forget what you were even mad about in the first place.

"No reply, hm? Perhaps I should reiterate...refresh your memory." He suggests. One hand creeps up your back and around your neck. He places a firm grip and your breath hitches. His free hand snakes his way down to your clothed pussy, cupping it perfectly.

You inhale sharply, eyes closing gently, definitely not on purpose but your body just automatically reacts to his touch. Which, he knows and uses to his advantage where possible.

"Are you really going to make me repeat myself, pet?" He whispers sternly. "You know how I hate that."

You manage to muster up what little words you can. "I...don't care." That will most definitely come back to bite you in the ass... literally. Loki can get quite creative in his 'punishments.'

He's taken aback by your response. "I see, perhaps I misheard you, darling. What did you just say to me." His grip on your neck tightens before you have a chance to say anything back.

"I jus-"

"Silence, pet." He cuts you off. "You best believe I will fuck this bratty attitude right out of you so thoroughly you will not dare misbehave again."

His words elicit a whimper. "Loki I-"

"I thought I said silence." He says and you nod silently in agreement. You roll your eyes at how easily he has control over you. As much as you try to deny it, you're at his mercy. And you love it.

"Now, I am going to show you exactly what happens.. to bad girls." He smirks. "Understood?"

You nod eagerly.

"You may speak, pet. I must hear it."

"Yes, Loki. Please, I've been a bad girl please punish me." You whine as you lean your head back, embracing the grip he has on your neck, it no doubt has left a mark by now and that turns you on even more.

"That's what I thought." He smirks. "Now stand up." He orders and you more than happily oblige. You stand up as ordered, eagerly awaiting his touch.

He removes your clothing swiftly, the cold air hits your nipples harshly and your wet pussy aches desperately. He leans you over the desk and grabs your hair into one hand, gripping and pulling it tightly, causing you to whimper loudly.

You hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, letting his erection spring free. You feel his tip lightly tease your glistening entrance and you clench on to what little contact you have.

He keeps his hand balled in your hair whilst his other one wraps firmly around your torso. He plunges himself deep inside you, not giving you a chance to adjust like he usually does. His thrusts are quick paced and sloppy.

"Oh god, Loki!" Your moans are borderline pornographic as he fucks you mercilessly; if you didn’t know he was in love with you, you’d almost mistake it as disdain. Sounds of skin slapping echoes throughout the room, and the pleasure is so amazingly overwhelming that tears brim your eyes.

"You like that.. don't you, pet. My dirty little whore loves being fucked into a good girl." He pants and his thrusts grow more reckless as his orgasm nears. Him being on edge causes you to be too.

"Please I'm so close, Loki. Please let me come, please." You beg shamelessly.

"Mm I'm not.. so sure.. you deserve it.. d-darling." He groans, slowing his pace.

"Please, Loki." You whine and clench him tightly. "I promise I'll be good, I promise."

He chuckles. "That's my girl."

He quickens his pace again as he holds you tightly, still leaning you over the desk- the position and location is incredibly erotic and without warning you fall off the edge and into euphoric bliss, Loki falls with you and you let your sounds fill the room.

He pulls out and you instantly miss the feeling of being full of him. "I trust you've learnt your lesson, dove." He teases before cleaning you up.

"Oh I have. But I quite enjoyed that, maybe I should have an attitude more often." You smile innocently and he shakes his head, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before taking you to the shower.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐋𝐦𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 😅

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𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | ✩ (𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭) | *𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 |

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬.. 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧.

"You can be so goddamn infuriating sometimes, Loki." You yell in annoyance, nostrils flared as you and Loki make your way out of the meeting room. He was meant to back you up with your plan, but instead, he came up with his own to pitch to the team. Turns out, it was brilliant- but of course your stubborn ass would never admit that.

"Darling please, I had the better plan and you know it." He replies smugly, ignoring your remark.

You stop in your tracks, causing him to as well. "That's not the point." You cross your arms.

"Hm. Then what exactly is the point, my love?" His words are sweet but his tone is sour.

You huff, rolling your eyes. "Wow, okay, the fact you don't know is the point, Loki."

He furrows his brows, genuinely confused. "Must you women always speak in riddles." He groans, growing exasperated.

"What does that even mean?!" You yell back, patience wearing thin. "You're so annoying." You add.

"Y/n," He says slowly as he takes a deep breath. "I have had just about enough of your attitude today."

"Oh my attitude, huh. Well what about yours?! Maybe I've had enough your attitude!" You throw your papers at Loki's chest and angrily stomp your way back to your bedroom.

Once you reach your quarters you slam the door behind you, but no noise is made. Confused, you look back over your shoulder to realise that Loki had stepped in, blocking the door from closing.

"What do you want now." You turn away from him, making your way over to your desk.

Initially, he says nothing. Your heartbeat picks up as he slowly saunters over to where you are now sitting. He wants to evoke a reaction out of you, but you won't give in. You still have a point to prove, and it seems like silent treatment is your only option now.

He leans down, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. "Have you forgotten what happens to bad girls, Y/n?"

You squeeze your legs together, so desperately trying to ignore him, but he is making it extremely difficult. His hot breath on your neck is making your brain all foggy, enough to forget what you were even mad about in the first place.

"No reply, hm? Perhaps I should reiterate...refresh your memory." He suggests. One hand creeps up your back and around your neck. He places a firm grip and your breath hitches. His free hand snakes his way down to your clothed pussy, cupping it perfectly.

You inhale sharply, eyes closing gently, definitely not on purpose but your body just automatically reacts to his touch. Which, he knows and uses to his advantage where possible.

"Are you really going to make me repeat myself, pet?" He whispers sternly. "You know how I hate that."

You manage to muster up what little words you can. "I...don't care." That will most definitely come back to bite you in the ass... literally. Loki can get quite creative in his 'punishments.'

He's taken aback by your response. "I see, perhaps I misheard you, darling. What did you just say to me." His grip on your neck tightens before you have a chance to say anything back.

"I jus-"

"Silence, pet." He cuts you off. "You best believe I will fuck this bratty attitude right out of you so thoroughly you will not dare misbehave again."

His words elicit a whimper. "Loki I-"

"I thought I said silence." He says and you nod silently in agreement. You roll your eyes at how easily he has control over you. As much as you try to deny it, you're at his mercy. And you love it.

"Now, I am going to show you exactly what happens.. to bad girls." He smirks. "Understood?"

You nod eagerly.

"You may speak, pet. I must hear it."

"Yes, Loki. Please, I've been a bad girl please punish me." You whine as you lean your head back, embracing the grip he has on your neck, it no doubt has left a mark by now and that turns you on even more.

"That's what I thought." He smirks. "Now stand up." He orders and you more than happily oblige. You stand up as ordered, eagerly awaiting his touch.

He removes your clothing swiftly, the cold air hits your nipples harshly and your wet pussy aches desperately. He leans you over the desk and grabs your hair into one hand, gripping and pulling it tightly, causing you to whimper loudly.

You hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, letting his erection spring free. You feel his tip lightly tease your glistening entrance and you clench on to what little contact you have.

He keeps his hand balled in your hair whilst his other one wraps firmly around your torso. He plunges himself deep inside you, not giving you a chance to adjust like he usually does. His thrusts are quick paced and sloppy.

"Oh god, Loki!" Your moans are borderline pornographic as he fucks you mercilessly; if you didn’t know he was in love with you, you’d almost mistake it as disdain. Sounds of skin slapping echoes throughout the room, and the pleasure is so amazingly overwhelming that tears brim your eyes.

"You like that.. don't you, pet. My dirty little whore loves being fucked into a good girl." He pants and his thrusts grow more reckless as his orgasm nears. Him being on edge causes you to be too.

"Please I'm so close, Loki. Please let me come, please." You beg shamelessly.

"Mm I'm not.. so sure.. you deserve it.. d-darling." He groans, slowing his pace.

"Please, Loki." You whine and clench him tightly. "I promise I'll be good, I promise."

He chuckles. "That's my girl."

He quickens his pace again as he holds you tightly, still leaning you over the desk- the position and location is incredibly erotic and without warning you fall off the edge and into euphoric bliss, Loki falls with you and you let your sounds fill the room.

He pulls out and you instantly miss the feeling of being full of him. "I trust you've learnt your lesson, dove." He teases before cleaning you up.

"Oh I have. But I quite enjoyed that, maybe I should have an attitude more often." You smile innocently and he shakes his head, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before taking you to the shower.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐋𝐦𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 😅

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Hot hot hot

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧

𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐀𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: breeding kink, love hate relationship, rough Loki, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie!, pet names, angry sex, Beat tamer Loki, ass smacking!, reader comes off as innocent (Loki loves it), some degrading, hard dom loki,

Loki was never fond of back talk and attitude but somehow ended up falling for someone who had all the qualities he resented.

“Aren’t you going to say something love?” He cooed as he had you pinned onto the desk, hand wrapped around your mouth as he pounded into you.

This was your punishment. The punishment Loki loved giving. You dared to snap back at him for no absolute reason while you got paired together; always on purpose as Tony enjoyed pissing Loki off and also found it entertaining how the both of you fought.

The second you were done with your mission Loki had you wrapped around him and bouncing on his cock as he fucked his anger out. “You wanted this didn’t you darling?” He huffed.

“The pride and joy of shield loves getting some manners fucked into her huh? You love knowing everyone despises me, they think I’m taking advantage of your sweet innocence? They have no fucking clue about how much you begged me too fuck you.” he hissed.

You let out a muffled cry as he yanked you onto his chest with a fist full of your hair in hand. He never removed his hand from your mouth as he tightly tugged your hair back “such a pretty girl with no manners. Such a shame you aren’t even answering my questions” he teased.

You shook your head as you tried to answer but were only met with Lokis cock plunging deep into your cunt messily. He was purposely making you feel guilty for not answering yet giving you no way of doing so.

Your nails clawed at his arms as Loki’s thrusts began to knock the wind out of you. Your pussy clenched around him in agony as you felt yourself slipping away from sanity.

Tears stained your face as you came around him, cock fucking into you with full force as he molded your body perfectly into his.

Your back curled at the sound of Loki’s voice rumbling through you, his loud moans causing you sink into the cold wood. “That’s it darling, I know you love it” he cooed.

His hand gave you a harsh slap on your ass before giving it a nice squeeze. He panted as he watched himself disappearing inside you while he spread you open. His eyes rolled at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his cock, you always took him so well.

He loved knowing everyone thought you were so innocent. He loved the thought that only he knew how needy and worked up you got from the smallest things. Sometimes you even manage to shock him with your dirty little pleads while in a meeting.

Loki let out a gruntled moan as he came inside you. His seed spilling deep inside you as he held you down, hips pressing into yours. He thrusted a few more times just to make sure he fucked himself nicely inside you.

The moans coming from the both of you were pornographic, the visual was sinful.

And Loki loved it.

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First Light

AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: Vetrnætr (Winter Nights) is a time to welcome winter and honor the gods of old. But, on the first morning of festivities, the only thing Loki wants to celebrate is you.

Pairing: Prince!Loki x Female Reader Word count: 2.4k Tags/Content: Fluff, Praise, Smut (Fingering, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms), Established Relationship, Pre-Thor (2011), Asgard AU Rating: Explicit; 18+

Author’s note: A belated birthday gift to my amazing friend @loki-cees-all. You are the Goddess of Patience and Mercy and I appreciate you so very much! I hope this one lives up the hype. xx

It was easy to dismiss quiet mornings on Asgard in favor of boundless nights under the stars. But you never felt more content than when the first rays of daylight bathed the kingdom in a hazy glow. Beyond frost-kissed windows, the wind whispered a tale of winter’s early arrival, and you burrowed further under the protective arm curled around your shoulders. 

Waking before Loki was a rare occurrence, and you offered up a prayer of gratitude to the Norns when you realized your lover was still slumbering beside you.

He was a being of little sleep, often arguing those bestowed with divinity had more stamina than the average Æsir, therefore requiring less rest. You disagreed.

Well, somewhat disagreed. 

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you observed evidence of the prior evening’s chaotic activities: clothing and armor were strewn about the room, pillows and pelts haphazardly adorned the hearthside, and papers from Loki’s desk littered the floor, his bookshelves standing slightly askew. Even the bedposts seemed to be off-kilter. 

Loki absolutely had the stamina of a god.   

Still, he hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately. The past few weeks preparing for Vetrnætr had taken a toll on him. Loki had been responsible for coordinating the arrival of visiting dignitaries and nobility while also leading what he’d described to you as “lighthearted diplomatic discussions” with the royal council of Vanaheim. Queen Frigga, however, had confided that he was single-handedly responsible for not only fortifying Asgard’s long-held alliance between the Vanir and Æsir but also negotiating a new trade agreement between the neighboring realms. 

For so long, he had existed in the shadows of those around him. Only a sacred few saw his light shining through. And once he’d revealed the whole of himself to you, how could anyone else possibly compare?

You carefully tilted your face upward, committing the splendor of him in this moment to memory. Swathes of amber light illuminated the rise and fall of his chest, mapping the gentle exhales through parted lips that assured you he was alive. That he was real. That he was yours.

Your family and fellow courtiers had thought you mad when you turned down the advances of several of the Allfather’s golden warriors. But it was when you refused Thor that you’d stirred up any true semblance of trouble. Then again, the elder Odinson had attempted to court at least half the eligible maidens of Asgard, so it wasn’t that scandalous.

What everyone didn’t know then was that your heart secretly belonged to another. And even now, years later, it was hard to comprehend that he returned your affections. But he did, and he made sure you’d never have reason to doubt him.

True, he could be unpredictable and disruptive, but Loki approached everything in life with an unwavering sense of humble dedication. His fidelity was one of the things you loved most about him.

“My beautiful miracle.”

You’d only meant to think it—but hearing the whisper of affection fall from your lips seemed the perfect way to commence the day. Tracing patterns across the exposed skin of Loki’s abdomen, you studied the contours of his handsome face. Long lashes fluttered against high cheekbones as his eyes darted back and forth behind closed lids.

“What is it you dream of?” you whispered, gently placing a kiss on his sternum.

“A prince dreams of many things.”

His reply caused your heart to stutter within your chest. The trickster had been awake all along, basking in the warmth of your sentimentality like a cat soaking up the sun.

“I should’ve known you were only pretending to be asleep,” you pouted as he finally cracked open his eyes to peer down at you.

“Mmm, you should have,” he said as he wrapped his hand around yours, bringing it to his lips and tenderly pressing his lips to your fingertips. “But, I did have the most interesting dream. It’s worth hearing, I assure you.” 

Loki was nothing if not convincing, and you were curious.

“Go on then. I’m listening,” you replied with a playful roll of your eyes. 

Loki cleared his throat as he fluffed the pillow under his head. Stars above. He was as dramatic as he was mischievous.

“It was the final night of Vetrnætr and the kingdom was blanketed in snow. I was  tasked with riding into the forests alone,” he said, absentmindedly trailing his fingertips  down your arm as he spoke, “to defeat a great beast with my magick.” 

His voice was impossibly alluring, much like Loki himself. Soon, you were clinging to every word—mesmerized by the magnificent man beside you. 

“I found myself in the depths of wilderness—where no other soul had dared to tread before. I, of course, was quite brave in the face of this unknown danger.” 

“Fearless, some might say,” you offered. 

He hummed in agreement, his eyes sparking with amusement. “Finally, I reached my destination. But a horde of Bilgesnipes was blocking the creature I’d come to slay.”

“Oh?” you said apprehensively. He solemnly nodded. 

“So, I conjured a simple spell to vanquish them. Imagine my surprise when I realized they were not, in fact, angry Bilgesnipes but your dreadful snores plundering into my subconscious mind.”

Your brain stuttered—did he just? Bilgesnipes?! Loki smirked at the utterly bewildered expression on your face before mimicking the way you opened your mouth in shock. You’d walked right into his little trap and he was enjoying it far too much. 

“Loki Odinson! I do not snore.” 

You sounded less defiant than you hoped, and—in a bid to get him to renege the obvious lie—you wriggled out from under his arm and tossed a pillow at his stupid, handsome face. 

“I beg to differ.” Deep, mirthful laughter rumbled in Loki’s chest. “Now, wait a minute—”

Much to his dismay, you’d moved to the edge of the bed. As you gathered one of the fur blankets around your nude form, Loki propped himself up on his elbows, those stark green eyes focusing on you with an intensity that didn’t seem justified this early in the day.

“Darling, don’t go. I was only teasing.” He grabbed your wrist, and the coolness of his fingers against your flesh sent a thrill rippling through you. “Allow me to make it up to you.” 

The offer was tempting but, with Vetrnætr on the literal horizon, you had a never-ending list of obligations to attend to.

“You know we’re both expected at the first morning feast.”

“Yes, and that is still hours from now. Come back to bed.”

“It will take me hours to get ready for the celebrations.”

Loki clicked his tongue as you shimmied off the bed. “What a shame you don’t have a skillful sorcerer at your disposal.” 

“Such misfortune,” you quipped, fingers reaching to secure the fur around your shoulders. A curse left your lips as nothing but cold air enveloped you instead. Loki shot you a wink as a wisp of seiðr danced across his palm.

“You’re not playing fair.” 

“Where there are wolf’s ears, wolf’s teeth are near.” Dimples adorned the corners of his mouth as he grinned up at you. 

“And now you’re not making any sense!” 

“So come back to bed, little fox. Please. Help me make sense of things.” 

Three thoughts inhabited your mind in this moment: a persistent chill was quickly settling in your bones and Loki’s bed was impossibly warm; applying the ceremonial makeup you were expected to wear today would take at least an hour—and having Loki glamour it on would be terribly convenient; and, finally, you were absolute shit at denying him anything. And Loki knew it.

He stretched his long legs as he awaited your submission. The action caused the silk sheets to settle low around his waist. Shadows traversed the deep V of his Adonis belt like divine brushstrokes while sunbeams highlighted the devastating muscles of his godly physique. 

You never stood a chance. 

Your pulse quickened as you propped a knee on the mattress, giving him a coy smile. “Satisfied, your highness?”

Loki inhaled as he surveyed your figure. It was easy to assume he was memorizing the smooth curves and soft dips of your body. Every imperfection, dimple, scar—he’d studied and worshiped each precious part of you. But in truth, he knew the map of your body better than he knew the wilds of Asgard—how to expertly navigate your release, to intimately claim you as his time and time again.

“Not quite.” His eyes glinted with desire as he curled his hands around your waist, guiding you to settle against the pillows. You watched in awe as he pulled the sheets over the both of you, adjusting the layers of covers and pelts as he caged you in his arms. 

“Perfect.” It was no more than a whisper. But the sense of pride that thrummed through you must have been palpable, because Loki leaned down and brushed his mouth against yours. You barely had time to inhale before his tongue was swiping over your bottom lip and then moving against your own in eager, equal measure. He was heavy on top of you as he settled between your open legs—your collective arousal evident as your bodies seamlessly slotted together. It was exhilarating and grounding and you ached for him. When you dug your fingertips into the firm swell of his ass in a silent plea for more, he broke the kiss. 

“What is it, my love?” you asked, noticing a glimmer of tears swelling in his eyes as he pulled away from you. You cupped his cheek, and his gaze flitted across your face. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” Loki took in a deep, shuddering breath before kissing you once more. Sparks of white-hot heat ignited your skin as your heart hammered in your chest. Could he sense how wildly it was beating for him? “I’m so proud of you. You know that, right?” 

How could words ever truly express that the love you possessed defied explanation, transcended comprehension, and overwhelmed every fiber of your being? How could you adequately convey that his praise was your Valhalla?

You finally managed to say, “I know,” but your response melded into a moan as Loki’s lips made contact with your nipple, rolling its twin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“You’re so good to me.” 

“So good,” you echoed, arching into his touch as Loki’s hand skimmed your curves before dipping between your legs. 

He found you slick and ready for him, and he easily slid two fingers into your cunt, his palm pushing upwards against your swollen clit. Delicious pressure built in your hips with each skillful turn of his wrist and you greedily bucked into his hand, grasping at his biceps for leverage. 

You were quickly losing yourself to the adrenaline searing through you, igniting every nerve ending like a thousand meteors shooting across the night sky. Still, you knew Loki revelled in the euphoria of your unraveling just as much as you did. He yearned to hear your small whimpers of pleasure, to feel your hands on his body and your fingers twisting in his hair as you came undone at his touch. To be connected without reservation. 

He’d once confided in you that the reassurance of your touch sparked something within him comparable only to his seiðr—you had become just as much a part of him as the ancestral magick that flowed through his very veins. Imagining a reality without either was like envisioning a world without sunlight or stars. 

“Loki. Loki.” His name was witchcraft on your lips and his fingers deftly twisted inside you in response. When he slowed his movements, you clenched around him, desperately running your hands over the broad expanse of his shoulders. His skin was damp with sweat, his muscles quivering under your fingertips.

“And so eager. Gods, you’re gorgeous when you’re about to come apart.” 

When Loki was nestled between your thighs, worshiping your body as if you were the only thing in all the Nine, time stood still. You were teetering on the edge of sweet release—right where he wanted you. A frustrated noise caught in the back of your throat as he removed his fingers, your thighs trembling as your climax began to ebb. 

“Patience.” He spoke purposefully against your heated skin, as if reciting an invocation.

“Til árs ok friðar.” Loki paused, looking up at you with eyes so full of adoration you felt as though your heart would burst. He repeated the ancient phrase. “For a good year. And peace. That is my wish for you—for us—my love.”

You were completely lost under his spell. Your only tether to reality was Loki. His forearm heavy across your midriff. His tongue flat against your clit. 

“F-faen, I’m– please,” you slurred, your chest heaving with ragged, uneven pants. 

“That’s it,” Loki coaxed. “Come undone for me.”

At his words, the overwhelming tightness in your core snapped. Your orgasm ripped through your body—your mind clearing itself of every lingering thought. The wild beat of your heart became the soundtrack of your bliss and you sobbed as the tip of his regal nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. His tongue continued to lap at the warm center of your cunt as aftershocks rolled through you, your body involuntary jerking at the overstimulation.

“Too much…”

“One more, darling. If not for me, for Asgard.” A wicked grin spread across his face—his lips and chin glistening with your arousal—before he dipped his head back between your thighs. “Consider it a royal decree.”

It was pointless to argue with him, especially when he set his mind to something. You wound your fingers into his unkempt hair, and before long, you were curling up off the bed as you juddered under his touch for the second time.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you came down from your high. Loki pressed his forehead to yours.

“A final gesture of goodwill,” he murmured, the blunt tip of his cock nudging your entrance. 

“We’ll be late to breakfast. I- I dare not disgrace your good name, my prince,” you said, gasping into his mouth as he pushed deeper inside you. You didn’t care if you missed every single celebratory banquet this week. 

“I’m honored you think so highly of me, little wife.” You groaned in unison as he bottomed out with a swirl of his hips. “But it would not be the first time we’ve vexed the House of Odin thus. Nor the last, I hope.” 

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#loki #hot as fuck

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Not Alone

Loki x Reader

*Warnings: panic attack, medication*

"Are you sure you'll be okay, Y/n?" Steve asks gently. They were readying to leave on a short mission -without you- but you didn't mind, for now. If anything, you were glad have some quiet time alone.

"I swear, Steve." You smile reassuringly. "If anything happens, I'll call."

They all nod in agreement and say their goodbyes before loading up on the quinjet and making they're way to, well, wherever it was they were needed. You make your way to the lounge room, tucking yourself in with a good movie prepared for a long peaceful night.

—

Only a few hours pass you by as you walk down the hall, steaming hot cocoa in hand. Suddenly, your world stops. You feel a tightness forming in your chest; constricting your breath. Your breathing shortens and your heart starts pounding against your chest. Not now. Please not now. You can't breathe. You can't breathe. You. can't. breathe. Nobody is around to help you and you don't know what to do anymore.

You see the halls spinning around you rapidly and you drop your mug to the floor, shattering instantly. The panic consumes you whole as you think about the impending doom that's going to follow suit. You knees give in and allow yourself to fall to the floor, grabbing at the suffocating fabric against your chest.

You try everything you can you to practice the numerous techniques that Banner had taught to you to do when this would happen. But, it's no use. Nothing can save you now, you're too far in at this point. Drowing in a pool of your own tears and anxiety.

"Y/n? What is going on?" A faded voice speaks from beside you and a blurry figure kneels in front of you. "I'm going to help you, okay."

He takes both your trembling hands and holds them gently in his. You look up and see a pair of emerald eyes staring down at you concerningly. Loki. "Y/n, love. Can you hear me?"

You furrow your brows and realise he is speaking to you. You nod quickly in reply. "Here." He says as he hands you two small pills and glass of water. How did he know?

You take the needed medication. "Breathe, my love. I know it's hard, okay, but I am here now. You're not alone." He properly sits down next to you and gently pulls you closer to him, rubbing your hair lovingly.

"T-thank you, Loki." You whisper sheepishly.

He smiles in relief when he hears your voice. "Shh, no need to thank me, darling."

Finally, your breathing steadies and the compound stops spinning. "How did you know how to help me, Loki?"

He chuckles nervously. "I didn't, really, but I heard the shattering of glass and was worried something happened to you."

"You were worried...about me?" You've never heard the god say such words to anyone before. And you never expected him to utter them to you.

"Of course. I typically observe from afar, but I like to keep a close watch on you. You know," he shrugs, "just in case."

You smile and let out a deep sigh. With no intention to move any time soon, you snuggle in closer to him. Despite sitting on the hard floor, you have never felt more comfortable. "In case of what?"

"In case you ever need me."

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hey, ur stories r excellent, so I would like to know if u can make a.

loki x reader, when it's y/n's birthday and Loki being the gentleman just plans the whole day for her. or like how he would act on ur birthday.

can u also make it smutty like fluff smut? 👀

I'm sry if it makes u uncomfortable, <333

Thank you! Ofc I can do that for you, I hope this is okay 😊 (I can always rewrite it if you want me to just lmk)

Birthday Delights

Loki x Reader

*warnings: starts off with smut*

"Good morning, darling." A husky voice whispers in your ear, and a smile plasters your face as two soft lips kiss your neck gently.

"Mmm, good morning." You mumble tiredly, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pleasantly surprised to find the handsome god shirtless.

He smirks. "I believe it is somebody's birthday today."

"Oh really? I wonder who's." You say and let out a giggle as he pulls your waist closer to his before flipping you on top of him. "Loki stop ittt."

You attempt to get off of him but he stops you before you can get very far. "Where do you think you are going, dove?"

You whine. "Loki, I have things I need to do."

"Like me, perhaps?" He suggests with a devilish grin, one he knows you've never been able to deny. You roll your eyes amusingly.

In a flash, he flips you onto your back, and it doesn't take much for you to surrender yourself to him completely. He grabs both your wrists in one hand and holds them above your head. Your breath picks up, and you feel that familiar heat growing between your thighs.

"Today is a day of worship, my love." He leaves a trail of soft kisses along your jaw. "Whatever you want, I shall give you." His words incite goosebumps along your skin, and you bite your lip in excitement.

"Now tell me, what is it you want, dove?." He kisses further down until he reaches that sensitive spot on your neck that elicits a deep moan. His hands wander slowly up your stomach, underneath your shirt until eventually reaching your bare nipples, pinching them gently with his cold fingers.

You arch into his hand desperately. "I need you, Loki. I-inside me, please." You beg.

He happily obliges. "As you wish, my queen."

Your skin flushes as he crawls further down your body. Underneath the covers, he spreads your legs widely before reaching up to your waist to pull down your already very wet panties. "Lift your hips for me, please, darling."

You do as told and inhale sharply when the cold air hits your bare, throbbing clit. You whimper in anticipation, bucking your hips into nothing. "Loki pleaseee."

He chuckles quietly. "I'm getting there, my love, you need not beg. Although I do love to hear it." He adds before placing loving kiss along your thighs.

You sigh in pleasure as he plants small kisses to your swollen folds. "Oh my god." You whisper quietly. You clench against nothing as your arousal builds increasingly. "Just fuck me already, Loki."

He let outs an animalistic growl. "Such dirty words from such innocent lips, hm darling."

With that, he removes his pants and his hard cock springs free. Your lips part and you gasp at the sight of his glistening tip. He alligns his erection with your entrance and slowly pushes himself into you until you're so full of him you can't take anymore. You moan shamelessly as he plunges into you, each thrust more vigorous than the one before, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"Loki, my god, I'm so close." You writhe beneath him, clenching him so tightly as your orgasm nears. The room is filled with the sound of slapping skin and passionate moans.

"Don't stop, Loki, i-i'm coming, i'm coming." You yell as you fall over the edge in pure ecstacy, throwing your head back as your throat goes raw.

"That's my good girl." His praises erupt butterflies in your stomach. He pulls out of you slowly and you pout at the empty feeling. " Now let's you get you cleaned up, princess. I have quite the day planned for you."

——

After Loki cleaned you up, he surprised you with a beautiful sun dress to wear to the apparent lunch he had planned for you. "You look positively radiant, my dear." He says as he takes your hand, leading you through the secluded park.

The trees danced softly in the cool breeze, and you were overwhelmed with the beauty of your surroundings. You're not exactly sure where it is you are, but it's the most captivating sight you've seen in a long time, the flowers blossoming in all kinds of colours look like something straight out of a painting.

"So where are we going Loki?" You ask curiously.

"We're almost there, love." He replies mysteriously, directly ignoring your question.

You groan. "Almost whereee?"

He chuckles. "So many questions, petal."

You roll your eyes and decide to stay quiet until you arrive. Eventually, the path ends, and you're confused as he reaches out and creates an entrance through hanging vines. You peak through and see a large picnic blanket spread out on the luscious green grass beside a flowing river.

You gasp and run past him up to the blanket where an arrangement of food and fruits sit beautifully next to a pretty bag that has your name on it. "Loki what is all this?!"

He saunters over to you with a smile on his face. "Surprise, my love."

"You did all this for me?" Your voice quivers ever so slightly, nobody has ever displayed such loving and meaningful acts of affection towards you like this before.

"Only the best for my queen." He replies gently and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in and placing a loving kiss to your plump lips.

"Now let us eat, my love." He suggests, leading you down to the soft picnic blanket. "This is for you." He passes you a medium sized pink bag tied with a bow.

You look up at him with puppy eyes. Excitedly, you take the bag from his hands and open it eagerly. You gasp in shock as you see a set of green lingerie at the bottom of the bag. "Loki!" You smack him playfully.

"What?" He defends, leaning closer to your ear. "I believe they will make a great addition to round two tonight, don't you?"

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed :) sorry if it wasn't what you had in mind

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Oh my this is crazy bc I’ve read and loved a lot of the things you’ve written so this means the absolute world coming from you thank you sm 😭😭❤️❤️

Thick and Thin

Loki x (female) Reader

No warnings*

*A/N*: been a while since I’ve written, so easing back in with something short and mostly fluffy

•••

“Well perhaps she would like to join us for a walk through the gardens?” Frigga’s soft voice floats through your locked door.

“Mother, please. I appreciate the sentiment but what she needs is to be alone. I shall talk to her myself.” Lokis voice replies before you hear footsteps slowly disappear through the halls.

A shy knock on your door snaps you out of your trance. “Will you open up please, my dove?” His soft voice melts your heart and you know you can’t say no to him.

You groan as you rise from your bed, glancing over in the bedroom mirror you grimace at your zombie like state, dark under eyes and knotty hair. You don’t want Loki to see you like this. But then again, you probably shouldn’t have locked yourself away in his room.

You slowly open the door and peak behind to see Loki standing there with wide worried eyes. You look scared, like a little puppy, he can’t help but soften his eyes at your vulnerable state. He walks through the door slowly, closing it behind him, he treads lightly; unsure how you might react.

“What troubles you such, my darling?” His voice is gentle, and filled with worry. You almost feel guilty for distressing him like this.

You hesitate. “Nothing… I-I’m fine.”

“Don’t do that. Do not lie to me.” His tone is stern, yet his love doesn’t dissipate from his voice.

“I’m sorry, Loki. There’s no need to worry about me though, I’m fine.” You lie. You lied hard. His eye twitches slightly and you know you hit a nerve. He doesn’t like being lied to, especially by you. You shouldn’t do it but you have to.

“Y/n.” He whispers harshly. “I left a council meeting because I was made aware you would not leave my chambers to eat breakfast nor lunch, and you were not attending your daily duties.” He looks mad, but, you know it’s just a mask.

“That’s not-.”

“I am not finished.” He snaps, cutting off your sentence. “I was informed that maids tried coming to the room but you dismissed them and never left the bed. So, if that is not a worrisome issue, then fine, I will leave. you. be.” You’re speechless. His concerned words spill from his mouth and you can’t hold it in anymore.

The tears pour from your eyes and you jump into Lokis arms, he immediately returns the gesture and holds you tightly. “I’m so sorry Loki. I-I don’t know what’s wrong.” You admit.

“Oh my poor little dove.” His voice is significantly softer now. “I’m sorry for yelling.” He hushes you as you cry into his arms, gently stroking your hair.

Your cry’s come to an end and you bring a hand to your nose to wipe away the gross snot. “Sorry.” You say meekly with a chuckle.

“Don’t apologise.” He smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. A small gesture he does often but never fails to make your stomach erupt into butterflies. “Here.” He says as he conjures a tissue and wipes your face.

Bashfully you reply. “Thank you, Lo.”

“You don’t need to hide anything from me, darling. Through thick and thin, remember?” His eyes pierce through your soul and you feel an overwhelming amount of love for the man in front of you. He easily could have left you for you to fend for yourself, but instead he dropped everything to come and help you. How lucky you are to have this god on your side.

“Through thick and thin.” You repeat. You both smile as he leans down to kiss your lips in a deep passionate embrace.

“Let’s go have a shower, shall we my love?” You nod as he lifts you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You were feeling better already.

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Back to life

Loki x Reader, oneshot

Warnings: mental health issues,

*A/N*: I’ve had a rough week so this is simply something rough and short to comfort me and hopefully anyone else struggling with the same thing. 🫶🏻

•••

“Why can’t she just come out of her room?” A rough voice speaks from the kitchen. You can’t accurately make out exactly what they’re saying, but you don’t care. If anything, you wish you could drain their voices out completely.

“Because it does not work like that, you oaf.” Now there’s a familiar voice you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Loki. Your Loki. He’s been nothing but supportive of you and yet here you are, locking yourself away from everything you know and love. All because you can’t handle the intense feelings bubbling in your chest everyday.

“Any progress?” A soft female voice joins the conversation. Nat, you think to yourself. The woman who has taken you under her wing and defended you from day one. You wince at the thought of the inevitable disappointment she must be feeling towards you right now.

You hear more voices outside but suddenly they’re just white noise and you’re not listening anymore. Why can’t you just feel like a normal person for once?! Your mind is screaming and you can’t silence it. Not this time. It’s out of control and you’re spiralling. Every time you start feeling better it’s like these two hands come back and grab you by the throat, strangling the life out of you and you can’t breathe and-

“Y/n? My love?” The gentle voice better known as your lover speaks through the door directly and it’s enough to make you come back to life. His voice alone can pull you out of the hole you fall through each time.

You blink your eyes closed slowly and a single tear slides down your already tear stained cheeks. You turn away from the door and ignore the voices. They can’t save you this time. You won’t let them.

“I’m going to come in, okay.” He warns slowly. You have no energy to oppose, no energy to care.

You flinch slightly as the door roughly clicks open and you can hear him immediately sigh sadly at the state of you and your room. You grip your blanket tighter to your chest in anxiousness, you don’t know what he’ll do, how he’ll react. Every other times he’s been patient and loving, but, what if this time he’s given up.

Your eyes are closed but you feel him kneel in front of you. As you let your eyes flutter open they’re met with a face of pure concern. He gives you a small, sad smile when his eyes meet yours.

“My beautiful dove.” He whispers gently, brushing a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m here now. You mustn’t hide anymore.”

Your lip quivers and tears threaten to pour. You hadn’t realised how much you actually needed him right now. You let out a quiet sob as you moved backwards in your bed to allow room for Loki to join you. He climbs in without a second thought and wraps his large arms around you.

He hushes you gently as you cry silently into his chest. “You’re okay, darling. I’ve got you.” He would often repeat, rubbing soothing circles along your back. Your tears come to an end eventually and he holds you as you lay completely still in his arms, holding you so gently as if you’re a delicate piece of glass that of which could shatter at any given moment.

“I’m sorry, Loki.” Your voice is quiet and raspy.

He pulls his head back slightly to look at your face. “What ever for, my love?”

You shrug. “For being difficult. My heart just hurts and I… it’s hard, when I feel like this.” You hide your head back in his chest bashfully.

“You need not apologise, dove. I understand your feelings, we all do. I, especially, will not leave your side though even through these periods of time. Even when you try to push me away.” His reassuring words absolutely melt your heart.

“I love you, Loki.” You whimper. Your eyes are heavy and you’re fighting consciousness now.

“I love you even more, darling. Just sleep now.” He whispers back to you as you fall asleep in his arms.

•••

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Back to life

Loki x Reader, oneshot

Warnings: mental health issues,

*A/N*: I’ve had a rough week so this is simply something rough and short to comfort me and hopefully anyone else struggling with the same thing. 🫶🏻

“Why can’t she just come out of her room?” A rough voice speaks from the kitchen. You can’t accurately make out exactly what they’re saying, but you don’t care. If anything, you wish you could drain their voices out completely.

“Because it does not work like that, you oaf.” Now there’s a familiar voice you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Loki. Your Loki. He’s been nothing but supportive of you and yet here you are, locking yourself away from everything you know and love. All because you can’t handle the intense feelings bubbling in your chest everyday.

“Any progress?” A soft female voice joins the conversation. Nat, you think to yourself. The woman who has taken you under her wing and defended you from day one. You wince at the thought of the inevitable disappointment she must be feeling towards you right now.

You hear more voices outside but suddenly they’re just white noise and you’re not listening anymore. Why can’t you just feel like a normal person for once?! Your mind is screaming and you can’t silence it. Not this time. It’s out of control and you’re spiralling. Every time you start feeling better it’s like these two hands come back and grab you by the throat, strangling the life out of you and you can’t breathe and-

“Y/n? My love?” The gentle voice better known as your lover speaks through the door directly and it’s enough to make you come back to life. His voice alone can pull you out of the hole you fall through each time.

You blink your eyes closed slowly and a single tear slides down your already tear stained cheeks. You turn away from the door and ignore the voices. They can’t save you this time. You won’t let them.

“I’m going to come in, okay.” He warns slowly. You have no energy to oppose, no energy to care.

You flinch slightly as the door roughly clicks open and you can hear him immediately sigh sadly at the state of you and your room. You grip your blanket tighter to your chest in anxiousness, you don’t know what he’ll do, how he’ll react. Every other times he’s been patient and loving, but, what if this time he’s given up.

Your eyes are closed but you feel him kneel in front of you. As you let your eyes flutter open they’re met with a face of pure concern. He gives you a small, sad smile when his eyes meet yours.

“My beautiful dove.” He whispers gently, brushing a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m here now. You mustn’t hide anymore.”

Your lip quivers and tears threaten to pour. You hadn’t realised how much you actually needed him right now. You let out a quiet sob as you moved backwards in your bed to allow room for Loki to join you. He climbs in without a second thought and wraps his large arms around you.

He hushes you gently as you cry silently into his chest. “You’re okay, darling. I’ve got you.” He would often repeat, rubbing soothing circles along your back. Your tears come to an end eventually and he holds you as you lay completely still in his arms, holding you so gently as if you’re a delicate piece of glass that of which could shatter at any given moment.

“I’m sorry, Loki.” Your voice is quiet and raspy.

He pulls his head back slightly to look at your face. “What ever for, my love?”

You shrug. “For being difficult. My heart just hurts and I… it’s hard, when I feel like this.” You hide your head back in his chest bashfully.

“You need not apologise, dove. I understand your feelings, we all do. I, especially, will not leave your side though even through these periods of time. Even when you try to push me away.” His reassuring words absolutely melt your heart.

“I love you, Loki.” You whimper. Your eyes are heavy and you’re fighting consciousness now.

“I love you even more, darling. Just sleep now.” He whispers back to you as you fall asleep in his arms.

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