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So fucking obsessed with this fic😭😭

The Perfect Life || CL16 {3}

Summary: Charles is beginning to see the cracks in your facade and it only leads to more questions than answers in his quest to get to know you. Warnings: angst, swearing, sarcasm, abusive parents, flashback to Jules WC: 2.1k

One || Two || Three || Four

Ten Years Ago The nurses greeted you by name as you walked into the ICU ward with a book in your hands and your school backpack slung over one shoulder. For the last six months you had visited your friend twice a week and learned the names of all the staff while you sat at his side. 

“I have the new, unreleased, Jack Reacher,” you said as you took your seat between the bed and the window. The only other sounds in the room were the quiet whoosh of the ventilator and the rhythmic beat of the heart monitor. “Father knows the Editor at Bantam Press.”

You dumped your bag on the floor and opened the novel. The action thriller wasn’t something you would choose yourself but Jules had liked the series so you read it aloud. The neurologists seemed to think it could help him and the psychiatrists seemed to think it could help you.

“Moving a guy as big as Keever wasn’t easy,” you began the story. Time slipped away as you turned each page and you were so engrossed in the words that you didn’t notice your phone vibrating in your bag. You were late to your piano lesson, but more importantly someone else was arriving for his weekly visit.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Charles snapped as he breezed into the room and crossed his arms. 

“Same as you, visiting,” you murmured as you packed your bag up, leaving the novel on the table that had a vase of fresh flowers. You touched Jules’ hand with a silent farewell and kept your eyes low as you made your escape. 

You were almost to the door when an arm blocked your way. “Don’t come back again,” Charles growled. 

Your fists clenched at your sides as you dared to lift your head and meet his glare. “He is my friend too.”

Charles rolled his eyes. “You’re just a stupid little girl. He avoids you because he finds you annoying.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know he wouldn’t want you here.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded because he was probably right. That was the last time you visited Jules, and the first time you truly hated Charles. 

“That was harsh,” Lorenzo stated as you passed by on your way out of the room. 

Charles waited for the door to close before he asked his eldest brother, “Were they friends?”

Lorenzo chewed his lip and shrugged. “They weren’t friends,” he admitted and Charles turned his back with a scoff as he made his way to Jules, missing the quiet confession tacked on to the end, “They were closer than that.” 

You had been so furious when you left the hospital that you smashed your fist into a wall in the car park where your driver was waiting. 

“Phew, that’s quite the punch you pack, little lady,” a stranger had chuckled between the drags he took on his cigarette. “With a bit of training you could do some serious damage.”

You looked at the blood running over your knuckles but you were numb to the pain. “I like damage,” you commented quietly. “Do you know any trainers?”

Present Day Charles drove along the scenic coastal road towards Saint Tropez rather than the faster highways. He lowered the windows and donned a pair of sunglasses as the breeze whipped his dark hair back. Everything about his ostentatious image screamed old money until he smiled and it was too carefree. Old money didn’t show such emotion, your mother said it was uncouth to feel anything except superiority. Those weren’t her exact words but it was the gist of the conversation.

“You frown too much,” he commented as he handed you his phone. 

“I hardly have anything to smile about.”

“For starters, we escaped that - whatever that was, because it certainly wasn’t charitable. And now you are in control of the music. I think that is enough for a little smile.”

You tossed his phone back on his lap and turned your attention back to the waves breaking against the rocks. “I don’t listen to music.”

“Everyone listens to music.” 

He fiddled with the stereo and the slow melodic beginning to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the car. Each note sent echoes of pain shooting through your fingertips and you closed your hands as they began to shake. Your knuckles throbbed with the memory of sitting before your mother and reciting the classical greats you had been made to learn. You were constantly showcased to her friends, placed on a pedestal to flaunt skills that had no real purpose other than to illustrate the other families' mediocrities.

Until you made a mistake. 

You flinched as the allegretto movement began and your hands snapped close to your chest as you felt the piano lid come slamming down on them again. It was like falling in a dream and startling as you woke up. Charles was watching carefully as you found yourself back in the leather seat and not the velvet bench.

“Turn it off.”

He hit a button on his steering wheel and silence descended in the small space. “Want to talk about it?”

“No.” 

Charles thankfully let it go and concentrated on driving to Monaco. You didn’t even bother to argue with him when he passed around the outskirts of Nice without stopping, you had found a small distraction by making shapes out of the clouds. It was only when he slowed to drive through the signature winding street that passed the casino that you looked down at your chiffon gown and frowned. “I am overdressed, even for this place.”

“You can wear something of mine.”

“No thanks,” you said, quickly shutting down the offer with a shake of your head. You grabbed your phone from your clutch and sent a quick message to Arthur. “I have some spare clothes at your brother’s place, we can just pick them up.”

Charles’ brow lifted. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to stay in this dress all afternoon?”

“No, why do you have clothes at Arthur’s?”

“For when I stay there, obviously. Do you think I stay in a hotel here?” You rolled your eyes. “No, wait, you probably thought ‘Daddy bought me a penthouse’.”

He had the good sense to look guilty but it also confirmed your suspicion. 

You knew the small city almost as well as Nice and found your bearings as he made his way to Arthur’s apartment complex. It wasn’t far from Charles’ but you had never been there, Arthur had just pointed it out on one of the many outings into the city. 

“You have a key too?” Charles asked as you unlocked Arthur’s door instead of knocking.

“You’re starting to sound a little jealous now.” The door swung open and Arthur waved as you shot past the sofa he was relaxing on and ducked into his bedroom to change into a pair of leggings and one of his old Prema shirts.

“Who’s jealous?” he asked as you flopped down beside him and used his thighs as a pillow. 

You draped a hand over your forehead and sighed dramatically. “Your brother is madly in love with me, but he can’t get over how close we are, Tur. There may be a duel at dawn, ready your pistols and kiss your mother in case it is the last time.”

“You really need a nap don’t you,” Arthur teased. His fingers carefully plucked the bobby pins from your hair and Charles watched on silently as the haunted look that had been in your eyes the entire ride faded away. “Dare I ask why you are here? You didn’t kidnap her did you?”

“I’d probably be floating facedown in the riviera if I tried that,” Charles replied with an indignant snort. “She voluntarily got into my car.”

“Ah, that’s progress, I suppose.”

“It was the lesser of two evils,” you corrected as you closed your eyes. The late night was beginning to catch up with you and a yawn cracked your jaw before a soft blanket fell over you. “Mm, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 

Your brain hadn’t realised Arthur’s hands were still busy and the voice came from the blanket box where Charles had stood. Rather than question the goodwill, it was easier to pretend he hadn’t been nice because it was starting to really confuse you. 

“Did your genius brother tell you his plan?” you asked as you shifted around until you were comfy and looked up at your best friend. 

“He may have mentioned it on the drive home last night,” Arthur said. “Honestly, it was all he talked about.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.” Arthur turned his attention back to you. “Are you actually considering it?”

You barked a laugh that was a big enough ‘no’ but followed it up with, “Absolutely not. It wouldn’t even work anyway.”

“Why not?” Charles asked, taking a seat in the armchair opposite.

“No offence, but what do you bring to the table? Outside of F1 your name doesn’t mean anything.”

Growing up in Monaco where one in three people were millionaires, Charles wasn’t blind to reality, he knew first hand how elitist the ‘old money’ families were. “So why marry Jules?” 

You heard the pain that one question held and sighed as you sat up, woefully abandoning the idea of sleep. Charles didn’t like how the question made him sound petulant, or that he was somehow a better choice than Jules was - he didn’t think that at all, he just couldn’t understand why the plan wouldn’t work.

“It wasn’t about Jules. You forget that while he raced under the French flag the Bianchi’s came from Milan. The Italian market is one Father wants to break into.” You got up and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of Prosecco from the fridge. It was a little flat after being open a few days and you swirled the drink around, watching the bubbles rise to the surface. “Father’s five year plan was for Jules to win a championship with Ferrari, cementing the name back into Italian households, and then train his new son-in-law to join the family business.” 

The silence was heavy but Charles eventually recovered from staring out the window deep in thought. “Did Jules know this?”

“He knew enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“He knew he was important enough to blackmail my father, kind of ballsy if you ask me, but it worked. Jules threatened to quit racing if he revoked the funding for your driving academy.” You drank down the Prosecco in a few unladylike gulps before refilling it as the bitterness in your belly grew. “Must have been nice to have someone fight all your battles.”

“I’m trying to help you now, but you’re being stubborn,” Charles said as he crossed the room and took the bottle away. “I don’t understand why.”

“You don’t understand? Maybe it’s because you treated me like shit for years and I can’t trust you.”

“I thought Jules didn’t like you, I figured it had to be for a good reason.”

“No, you figured you could judge me without even trying to get to know me. That’s pretty fucking shitty, but you know what? I’ve come to expect it from everyone. The only person that’s ever treated me like a fucking human being is sitting right there.”

Charles followed the angry point of your finger to his brother and sighed. “I can’t change the past, okay, but I am trying to make up for it now. Please, just let me help you, it’s the least I can do - for you and for Jules. It’s just a job.”

You crossed your arms and tipped your chin back to look him in the eyes. “What makes you think I would even protect you? I could let you get mobbed and point them in the right direction.”

Charles smiled and you realised you were no longer impervious to the fact he was quite handsome but it was his words that shocked you more. “Because I believe you’re better than that.”

“That might be your biggest mistake.”

Charles held his hand out. “We will have to test it and see. Deal?”

You looked at Arthur and so much hope filled his face it was impossible to stomach the idea of watching it fall away. So, you shook Charles’ hand and swore you heard Jules’ laugh in the seagulls' cries. Yeah, he would probably be laughing, he always laughed when you made a mistake. 

“There’s no use crying, lapinette, might as well laugh and learn,” Jules would say.

You only wondered just how bad this latest lesson in the school of hard-knocks would be.

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So fucking obsessed with this fic😭😭

The Perfect Life || CL16 {3}

Summary: Charles is beginning to see the cracks in your facade and it only leads to more questions than answers in his quest to get to know you. Warnings: angst, swearing, sarcasm, abusive parents, flashback to Jules WC: 2.1k

One || Two || Three || Four

Ten Years Ago The nurses greeted you by name as you walked into the ICU ward with a book in your hands and your school backpack slung over one shoulder. For the last six months you had visited your friend twice a week and learned the names of all the staff while you sat at his side. 

“I have the new, unreleased, Jack Reacher,” you said as you took your seat between the bed and the window. The only other sounds in the room were the quiet whoosh of the ventilator and the rhythmic beat of the heart monitor. “Father knows the Editor at Bantam Press.”

You dumped your bag on the floor and opened the novel. The action thriller wasn’t something you would choose yourself but Jules had liked the series so you read it aloud. The neurologists seemed to think it could help him and the psychiatrists seemed to think it could help you.

“Moving a guy as big as Keever wasn’t easy,” you began the story. Time slipped away as you turned each page and you were so engrossed in the words that you didn’t notice your phone vibrating in your bag. You were late to your piano lesson, but more importantly someone else was arriving for his weekly visit.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Charles snapped as he breezed into the room and crossed his arms. 

“Same as you, visiting,” you murmured as you packed your bag up, leaving the novel on the table that had a vase of fresh flowers. You touched Jules’ hand with a silent farewell and kept your eyes low as you made your escape. 

You were almost to the door when an arm blocked your way. “Don’t come back again,” Charles growled. 

Your fists clenched at your sides as you dared to lift your head and meet his glare. “He is my friend too.”

Charles rolled his eyes. “You’re just a stupid little girl. He avoids you because he finds you annoying.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know he wouldn’t want you here.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded because he was probably right. That was the last time you visited Jules, and the first time you truly hated Charles. 

“That was harsh,” Lorenzo stated as you passed by on your way out of the room. 

Charles waited for the door to close before he asked his eldest brother, “Were they friends?”

Lorenzo chewed his lip and shrugged. “They weren’t friends,” he admitted and Charles turned his back with a scoff as he made his way to Jules, missing the quiet confession tacked on to the end, “They were closer than that.” 

You had been so furious when you left the hospital that you smashed your fist into a wall in the car park where your driver was waiting. 

“Phew, that’s quite the punch you pack, little lady,” a stranger had chuckled between the drags he took on his cigarette. “With a bit of training you could do some serious damage.”

You looked at the blood running over your knuckles but you were numb to the pain. “I like damage,” you commented quietly. “Do you know any trainers?”

Present Day Charles drove along the scenic coastal road towards Saint Tropez rather than the faster highways. He lowered the windows and donned a pair of sunglasses as the breeze whipped his dark hair back. Everything about his ostentatious image screamed old money until he smiled and it was too carefree. Old money didn’t show such emotion, your mother said it was uncouth to feel anything except superiority. Those weren’t her exact words but it was the gist of the conversation.

“You frown too much,” he commented as he handed you his phone. 

“I hardly have anything to smile about.”

“For starters, we escaped that - whatever that was, because it certainly wasn’t charitable. And now you are in control of the music. I think that is enough for a little smile.”

You tossed his phone back on his lap and turned your attention back to the waves breaking against the rocks. “I don’t listen to music.”

“Everyone listens to music.” 

He fiddled with the stereo and the slow melodic beginning to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the car. Each note sent echoes of pain shooting through your fingertips and you closed your hands as they began to shake. Your knuckles throbbed with the memory of sitting before your mother and reciting the classical greats you had been made to learn. You were constantly showcased to her friends, placed on a pedestal to flaunt skills that had no real purpose other than to illustrate the other families' mediocrities.

Until you made a mistake. 

You flinched as the allegretto movement began and your hands snapped close to your chest as you felt the piano lid come slamming down on them again. It was like falling in a dream and startling as you woke up. Charles was watching carefully as you found yourself back in the leather seat and not the velvet bench.

“Turn it off.”

He hit a button on his steering wheel and silence descended in the small space. “Want to talk about it?”

“No.” 

Charles thankfully let it go and concentrated on driving to Monaco. You didn’t even bother to argue with him when he passed around the outskirts of Nice without stopping, you had found a small distraction by making shapes out of the clouds. It was only when he slowed to drive through the signature winding street that passed the casino that you looked down at your chiffon gown and frowned. “I am overdressed, even for this place.”

“You can wear something of mine.”

“No thanks,” you said, quickly shutting down the offer with a shake of your head. You grabbed your phone from your clutch and sent a quick message to Arthur. “I have some spare clothes at your brother’s place, we can just pick them up.”

Charles’ brow lifted. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to stay in this dress all afternoon?”

“No, why do you have clothes at Arthur’s?”

“For when I stay there, obviously. Do you think I stay in a hotel here?” You rolled your eyes. “No, wait, you probably thought ‘Daddy bought me a penthouse’.”

He had the good sense to look guilty but it also confirmed your suspicion. 

You knew the small city almost as well as Nice and found your bearings as he made his way to Arthur’s apartment complex. It wasn’t far from Charles’ but you had never been there, Arthur had just pointed it out on one of the many outings into the city. 

“You have a key too?” Charles asked as you unlocked Arthur’s door instead of knocking.

“You’re starting to sound a little jealous now.” The door swung open and Arthur waved as you shot past the sofa he was relaxing on and ducked into his bedroom to change into a pair of leggings and one of his old Prema shirts.

“Who’s jealous?” he asked as you flopped down beside him and used his thighs as a pillow. 

You draped a hand over your forehead and sighed dramatically. “Your brother is madly in love with me, but he can’t get over how close we are, Tur. There may be a duel at dawn, ready your pistols and kiss your mother in case it is the last time.”

“You really need a nap don’t you,” Arthur teased. His fingers carefully plucked the bobby pins from your hair and Charles watched on silently as the haunted look that had been in your eyes the entire ride faded away. “Dare I ask why you are here? You didn’t kidnap her did you?”

“I’d probably be floating facedown in the riviera if I tried that,” Charles replied with an indignant snort. “She voluntarily got into my car.”

“Ah, that’s progress, I suppose.”

“It was the lesser of two evils,” you corrected as you closed your eyes. The late night was beginning to catch up with you and a yawn cracked your jaw before a soft blanket fell over you. “Mm, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 

Your brain hadn’t realised Arthur’s hands were still busy and the voice came from the blanket box where Charles had stood. Rather than question the goodwill, it was easier to pretend he hadn’t been nice because it was starting to really confuse you. 

“Did your genius brother tell you his plan?” you asked as you shifted around until you were comfy and looked up at your best friend. 

“He may have mentioned it on the drive home last night,” Arthur said. “Honestly, it was all he talked about.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.” Arthur turned his attention back to you. “Are you actually considering it?”

You barked a laugh that was a big enough ‘no’ but followed it up with, “Absolutely not. It wouldn’t even work anyway.”

“Why not?” Charles asked, taking a seat in the armchair opposite.

“No offence, but what do you bring to the table? Outside of F1 your name doesn’t mean anything.”

Growing up in Monaco where one in three people were millionaires, Charles wasn’t blind to reality, he knew first hand how elitist the ‘old money’ families were. “So why marry Jules?” 

You heard the pain that one question held and sighed as you sat up, woefully abandoning the idea of sleep. Charles didn’t like how the question made him sound petulant, or that he was somehow a better choice than Jules was - he didn’t think that at all, he just couldn’t understand why the plan wouldn’t work.

“It wasn’t about Jules. You forget that while he raced under the French flag the Bianchi’s came from Milan. The Italian market is one Father wants to break into.” You got up and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of Prosecco from the fridge. It was a little flat after being open a few days and you swirled the drink around, watching the bubbles rise to the surface. “Father’s five year plan was for Jules to win a championship with Ferrari, cementing the name back into Italian households, and then train his new son-in-law to join the family business.” 

The silence was heavy but Charles eventually recovered from staring out the window deep in thought. “Did Jules know this?”

“He knew enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“He knew he was important enough to blackmail my father, kind of ballsy if you ask me, but it worked. Jules threatened to quit racing if he revoked the funding for your driving academy.” You drank down the Prosecco in a few unladylike gulps before refilling it as the bitterness in your belly grew. “Must have been nice to have someone fight all your battles.”

“I’m trying to help you now, but you’re being stubborn,” Charles said as he crossed the room and took the bottle away. “I don’t understand why.”

“You don’t understand? Maybe it’s because you treated me like shit for years and I can’t trust you.”

“I thought Jules didn’t like you, I figured it had to be for a good reason.”

“No, you figured you could judge me without even trying to get to know me. That’s pretty fucking shitty, but you know what? I’ve come to expect it from everyone. The only person that’s ever treated me like a fucking human being is sitting right there.”

Charles followed the angry point of your finger to his brother and sighed. “I can’t change the past, okay, but I am trying to make up for it now. Please, just let me help you, it’s the least I can do - for you and for Jules. It’s just a job.”

You crossed your arms and tipped your chin back to look him in the eyes. “What makes you think I would even protect you? I could let you get mobbed and point them in the right direction.”

Charles smiled and you realised you were no longer impervious to the fact he was quite handsome but it was his words that shocked you more. “Because I believe you’re better than that.”

“That might be your biggest mistake.”

Charles held his hand out. “We will have to test it and see. Deal?”

You looked at Arthur and so much hope filled his face it was impossible to stomach the idea of watching it fall away. So, you shook Charles’ hand and swore you heard Jules’ laugh in the seagulls' cries. Yeah, he would probably be laughing, he always laughed when you made a mistake. 

“There’s no use crying, lapinette, might as well laugh and learn,” Jules would say.

You only wondered just how bad this latest lesson in the school of hard-knocks would be.

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Loki drawing (2022)

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Bruh I trusted Stephen 👀 She's been through enough already!! You better not be a headache.

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The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 12 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Summary : Steve brings some trouble. Your relationship with Loki grows even deeper.

Warning: Steamy stuff, 18+, discussion of rape, discussion of threesomes and poly relationships, sexual abuse, gaslighting, cheating, mention of Suicide, discussion of mental illness, therapy please read carefully. If something triggers you please don’t read it.

When you woke up that morning you found him in the kitchen. He was shirtless, his hair was tied in a bun, few strands adorning his face in a delicate manner like always, his trousers hung low at his waist and you felt your thoughts drifting again. The urge to get close to him was intense but as soon as he was in such a close proximity you felt threatened, you couldn't go forward no matter how much you wanted.

"Good morning darling" you snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his sultry deep voice, you couldn't help but wonder how wonderful it would feel to wake up to his voice everyday.

"Sorry I didn't mean to pry and stare like a creep" you squeezed your eyes and crossed your arms as you walked towards him, it was a cold morning and you wanted to stay in bed all bundled up, the school was closed today so you were very happy about that prospect.

"It's alright love, I know I'm very pleasing to look at" he winked at you and your face flushed, a shirt appeared on his body as he clicked his fingers then the green shawl he had conjured for you before appeared as well so he walked towards you and draped it around you, he leaned down to kiss you forehead before he stepped away from you.

"Thank you loki" you mumbled softly and he nodded, you asked him if he had a spare toothbrush so he conjured one and gave it to you, you had no idea if he needed to do all those thing, you had never seen him using the bathroom when he was with you but you knew he showered at least, sometimes you wondered if he even needed that because he always smelled divine, a mix of sandalwood and lemongrass, both scents made you feel comforted and at home.

After using the bathroom you wrapped the shawl around you again, there were fluffy slippers placed outside the door so you put it on too and made your way back to the kitchen then you hopped on the kitchen counter.

"Do you really have to cook, can't you just magic it ?" You asked him and he chuckled,

"That would be quite rude of me to do that, that's not how one should treat a beautiful lady now is it?" He asked you and you smiled, you loved the fact that he was making an effort, you still didn't understand your relationship with him, when you came here you considered him a friend but after everything he has told you, you just didn't know where you two were at.

"I ummm I just don't want you to think that you have to be liable for me all the time, I don't want to be a burden..I mean don't you want to go back home and be with your own people?" He stopped whatever he was doing and walked towards you, your breathing quickened immediately the more he closed the distance between you two but you didn't feel scared of him, there was a part of you that had come to truly believe that he won't hurt you. He placed his arms on the counter and leaned into you slightly, your gaze fell down automatically as that happened. You felt so alive around him. So shy, so timid like a schoolgirl with a silly crush on the man of your dreams.

"I do not have much over there, the people you speak of aren't my people anymore"

"Ummm what about your mother?"

"We are not on speaking terms for now"

"Ohhh I'm so sorry" you wanted to ask him what happened but you didn't want to be overbearing or nosey. He had told you enough already yesterday.

"You're not a burden to me, trust me darling if there was any hesitation on my behalf I wouldn't be here right now" you looked up at him and you could see the sincerity in his eyes, nobody has ever made you feel important like this before, sure you made friends along the way but nobody was there for you when they hurt you, when they tried to tell you that you were insane and there was no truth to your claims, when your world turned upside down your friends were the first ones to leave

"It may not feel that way to you but I enjoy your company very much and being with you here is very…calming for my soul " your eyes teared up as he said that and your arms flung around his neck, then you hugged him as tightly as you could. He sighed in response and it wasn't a sigh of annoyance but more of relief, he wasn't lying to you, he did feel calm and fulfilled around you, he never thought it was possible for him to develop a relationship like this with a mere mortal.

"You make me feel calm too Loki and I haven't had that feeling since the…since the accident" you mumbled softly as you pulled away and he furrowed his brows, he wished he could have done something to change your past but he wasn't the God of time.

Before things could escalate further he stepped away from you and finished the breakfast, after you had eaten you decided to get back to your place, on the way you noticed the scratch marks on the floor in his living room and it made you curious

"What happened? It wasn't there yesterday"

"Ahhh just some wild creature, do not worry about it, I scared it away" he chuckled and you couldn't help but smile, his smile truly was contagious. After you showered, you wanted to go for a walk on the beach, you wanted to ask Loki but you didn't feel comfortable enough so you went by yourself.

You had just started to enjoy the feeling of sand beneath your feet when you saw Steve approaching you, there was no one else on the beach and it kind of made you scared, you looked at the watch and it was hardly around 1 pm but the weather was dark, cloudy and had its typical slumber island gloominess. You had the shawl wrapped around you tightly and your own nails were digging in your own arms because of the way you felt around him.

"How are you y/n?" He asked you so you smiled politely.

"I'm good Steve, how are you??"

"I'm good, it gets a bit lonely here don't you think?" he said to you and you hummed in response, maybe you could have related with that if you actually were lonely but you weren't. Not anymore.

"Yeah I mean..not many people here around our age I guess" you mumbled and he stepped closer to you which instantly made you take a step back, he looked decent today, he smelled good too but you knew you couldn't trust a man like him.

"That's a shame really, I don't remember when was the last time I had sex you know" he chuckled and it made you even more uncomfortable, why would he talk about sex when he knew of your history?

"Ohh sorry baby, it must bother you after ..you know..that awful tragedy. You poor thing, has any man wanted to be with you since the incident?" You couldn't believe your ears as he said that, you knew you couldn't have trusted that fake smile of his. You turned around to leave and he caught up to you and stood in front of you which heightened all your senses.

"Look I'm sorry I'm just nervous, truth is I like you alot and I just want to spend some time with you..can we do that?" He asked you and he could tell you were getting irritated but he also knew that you were scared of him. Good thing he thought, the more scared you are, the easier it would be for him to manipulate you later.

You thought about Loki but he wasn't there, you couldn't see him there, he wasn't going to save you like he had promised to.

"No thank you, get out of my way" you glared at him and he was going to touch you when you took several steps backwards before you ran to the other side, it had started to rain heavily and you had dropped the shawl somewhere. You felt angry, so angry in the moment, not just with Steve but also Loki. He said he'd always be there when you needed him so where was he? Steve could have hurt you.

Steve followed you for a while as he called out your name but the closer you got to your house the farther he went away from you. You were drenched in the rain from head to toe and the wiser thing to do would have been to go home and make yourself a warm cup of coffee but you never had any control over your emotions when you were angry.

Before you could reach his house, he already had his door opened so you stormed inside, he knew you ran all the way from the beach, your dress was soaked, you were dripping water in the middle of his living room and you seemed extremely furious.

"Where were you?" You asked him as you stepped closer to him, your eyes were burning red with tears of frustration.

"I was there darling"

"No you weren't there ..you are a liar, and you are just playing me, he could have hurt me and you weren't there were you?" You raised your voice and he sighed, he didn't want you to be upset with him but maybe you needed to let all the pent up feelings of anger out and if it was him who was supposed to take the brunt of it then be it.

"I am always there with you, you just can't see me" you snickered as he said that.

"Ohhh really? So at what point were you going to barge in and hurt him? When he would have put his hands on me? or you were waiting for him to rape me too?" By the time you were done speaking the sobs had settled in and you broke down immediately, his eyes teared up as well so he walked closer to you.

"I wouldn't let him touch you, I promised you hmm? I was there..I'm always there with you whenever you'd need me"

You shook your head as you looked down, your anger was misplaced, you knew that, the verbal breakdown you just had left you feeling embarassed to the core.

"I'm sorry" you sobbed as you apologized to him, he has been nothing but kind to you and you have been nothing but rude to him at several times.

Your cries prickled his heart because he knew that Steve was just the tip of the iceberg, the rest of them wanted to hurt you even worse.

"Just calm down my darling girl, no need to apologize alright?" he placed his hands around your arm and pulled you closer to him so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him, one of his arms circled around your waist while the other one held your head.

"I'm sorry loki..I didn't mean to yell..I'm so sorry" you mumbled between the kiss and he took a few steps back until he hit the wall, then he picked you up easily and your legs wrapped around his waist, he was holding you in a manner that gave you leverage over him and you had to keep your head down so you could kiss him. Your hands sneaked inside his shirt and he moaned as he felt your nails caressing his skin.

He should have been the gentleman, he should have stopped you and comforted you, he definitely shouldn't have had filthy images of you underneath him as he'd make love to you but it was all there, he couldn't control it anymore, he didn't think he even wanted to. As you pulled away to breathe his lips latched onto your neck, he sucked the droplets of rain water off your skin slowly and your head rolled back as you felt the wave of sensations building up inside you.

"Couch please" you mumbled in his ears and he immediately complied. You sat down right on his crotch and the friction made you both moan loudly,

"Goddd sorry I'm drenched" you mumbled hurriedly and he couldn't help but smirk

"Are you?"

You didn't reply with words, you kissed him instead. As your hips rolled on top of him, he was cautious of your reactions, he didn't want to startle you right now, he wanted you to feel safe about what you were doing so he allowed you to take this the way you wanted and needed at the moment.

"Ohhh God that feels good" you moaned and he hummed in response, his arms wrapped around your body but you put them away quickly, then you linked his fingers with yours and placed them over his head

"Keep them there okay?" your voice sounded firm and he was completely captivated. That's when he knew what you needed, you needed control in moments like this, you didn't have control of your body after the accident and when that horrible monster forced himself upon you, you couldn't do anything about it, you didn't have any control over them.

"Yesss love, I will do whatever you want and need from me, just touch me please" his arms sprawled over the head of the couch and as you sucked several little kisses on his neck you felt him hardening underneath you, his warmth rubbed against your core as you kept grinding on him slowly.

"Godd this feels good..so good" you moaned as the sensations grew with every roll of your hips, the sounds he kept making only fuelled the fire that was burning in you.

"Norns my love..you truly are ravishing" he moaned along with you and you humped against him until the dam broke inside you, you haven't had an orgasm in a long time and the release made you scream his name out loud. He couldn't take his eyes off you, whatever he had imagined at nights in the past few weeks were nothing compared to how ethereal you looked amidst the height of pleasure.

As soon as you came back to your senses he noticed your flushed look and bashfulness making its way back into your demeanor.

"Ummm you…you did not..I.."

"It's okay, Don't worry about it love" you bit on your lower lip as he said that, you figured it would take a hell lot more than just humping to make a god cum.

"I was really close and no I'm not lying to you" you smiled a little at the courtesy, he just knew whatever was bothering you at the moment somehow. You got off his lap after you kissed him one more time.

"Ummm I should go change my clothes?"

"Want to stay here?" He asked you and you fiddled on your spot. You really wanted to stay "You can wear my clothes"

"Okay" you mumbled quickly and that made him smile, he could have easily dried you using the magic but that would have meant that he wouldn't get to see you in his clothes so he took his chances. He didn't know what would happen to you two once he gets you out of here.

In the shower, your fingers traced every inch of your skin, you could still feel his body against you, you could still feel his touch on your skin and his lips on yours.

He had given you the maroon shirt of his and a black trouser, you were drowning in his clothes but you looked adorable like always. He was making tea for you so you walked closer to him and hugged him from behind, he had taken the shirt off and even changed his pants, you didn't have to wonder why. His bare skin felt soothing and he shivered as you placed soft kisses on his back.

"I'm sorry Loki, I didn't mean to hurt you…I just..I got really scared and I couldn't see you and–" your eyes teared up so he turned around and cupped your cheeks,

"And I understand that, you don't have to apologize, okay?"

"Why are you so kind to me..what did I even do to have you?..I mean I'm not even that special"

"Don't say that, you're one of your kind, there can never be someone who'd exactly be like you" you smiled as he said that. He noticed the sullen look on your face and he couldn't tolerate that in the slightest.

"What's bothering you sweetheart?"

"I dropped the shawl you gave me somewhere on the way, I really wanted to keep it, it was soo warm and ...ummm fluffy" your eyes teared up so he kissed your forehead and then he clicked his fingers, you had the shawl wrapped around your body instantly. You couldn't stop smiling after that and after enjoying the tea he had made, you laid down on his bed, he took his place next to you so you clasped your fingers with him, that made him feel all fuzzy, he remembered he used to feel this way with her all the time before their relationship crumbled down and became nasty.

He couldn't help but wonder what It would be like to go to bed with you every night. To have someone like you who he knew won't hurt him the way she did.

He turned his head to look at you so you leaned into him and then you kissed him passionately.

That day couldn't have ended on a bad note, or that's what you had thought and of course every time you felt your life could get back to being normal it only got more complicated, you got a call from Phil that your therapist Stephen was waiting on the dock to see you.

But he wasn't alone, he brought someone with him. Someone you never wanted to see again.

💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚

[sashas-recs]

How am I supposed to go about my life after reading such a brilliant piece of writing!! This is unfair! I don't want to live here anymore. I wanna live in this fics world!!!!!!! Ahhh!!

This is so amazinggggg!!!!

A Dutiful Disaster (Part Six)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Story Tags/Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Royalty, Pre-Thor (2011), Smut, Angst, Drama, Slow Burn, Odin’s A+ Parenting, Cis Female Reader (she/her), No Y/N Usage, Second Person POV, POC-inclusive descriptors, Toxic Relationship (lil bit of abuse from both parties - mostly screaming matches with the occasional physical thing but he never like slaps her or anything), Smut, Slut-Shaming, Mommy Issues, Reader has anxiety, 18+

Chapter Warnings: anxiety, major argument involving a knife, this is not a healthy relationship you guys lmao

Word Count: 5.5k

Snippet: “I do not wish to be kissed. It’s too great an intimacy for our,” you pause to consider the word, tapping your finger to your chin, “unique situation, wouldn’t you say? We are the furthest thing from lovers.”

“Oh?” Loki sounds amused by your answer – and then he drops his feet back to the floor with purpose, taking advantage of your startled jump to pull you further into his lap where you can feel the hardening length of him against your clothed core. “If not lovers, then what are we?”

“Married,” you gasp, arms clutching around his neck for fear of being dropped – or so you tell yourself.

Master List / Spotify Playlist / Part Five

A/N: And we're back! Apologies for the quality, I'm a bit rusty after not writing for a few months. Enjoy!

When the canvas rustles for the third time in as many minutes, you expect a lecture that doesn’t come.

“You seem troubled, dear,” Frigga says gently.

The Queen’s motherly sort of kindness has always felt unfamiliar—certainly nothing like how your mother would react if she found you like this, yet you still find yourself wracking your brain for an excuse.

You only meant to take a temporary reprieve away from the suffering. Just a short break, really. But you’ve been plagued with nightmares these last few nights, and you’ve barely eaten a proper meal in nearly a week, and your anxieties about the state of your life have grown with every passing day—so much, in fact, that you can scarcely round a corner without fearing an encounter with your husband.

Loki has yet to grace you with his presence in the five days since your impulsive decision to return to him the shreds of his own letter. Thea told you later on that she’d delivered it to him in a box per your suggestion, elegantly wrapped in a ribbon the colour of plum wine. Your colour.

Hilarious, for all of about a minute. Then came the anxiety.

You haven’t decided if it’s better or worse that you haven’t seen him since. All you know is that you’ve been feeling less and less rational the longer you go without suffering the inevitable explosion, but there is still some rationality to your fears.

He's laid his hands on you. Twice.

What you fear most a third time—and so you’ve spent far more time in the supply tent today than you originally planned, taking inventory of your life. Evidently long enough for your absence to be noticed by the Queen of Asgard.

The very moment you hear her voice, you plaster on a watery smile. A mask. “My apologies, Allmother, I was—”

“Hush, child. There is no shame in taking some time to decompress,” Frigga chides fondly. The warmth you see reflected in her kind blue eyes almost makes you think cares why you’ve been staring blankly at a shelf of medical supplies for the last few minutes, struggling not to cry. She offers you a sad sort of smile and adds, “You’ve done well to maintain your composure for someone so unaccustomed to battle.”

“Battle?” you repeat, before you snort derisively. “Surely you jest! I am hardly a warrior.”

Though it comes out sounding less like a joke, and more like you think it’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard, Frigga doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, she hums. “I would argue that the strongest warriors seek not the glory of battle, but tend to the aftermath.”

“Or they are women,” you suggest.

Frigga doesn’t hide her amusement as she sends you what you assume is meant to be a scolding look, but you can see that knowing twinkle in her eye, the one that all enlightened women seem to share. Her humour waxes apologetic, however, as she steps closer to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Ready yourself, dear. This will not be the only act of war we’ll encounter in the coming days. I am sure of it.”

An act of war.

The phrase sounds familiar. It takes you a fair few seconds to place, but when you do, a cold chill ricochets down your spine from the memory. Loki had shared similar sentiments the night that he—

You briskly wipe your clammy palms on your apron and focus back upon the shelf. “I shall—” You clear your throat to dispel the sudden uneasiness settling into your chest, and try again, “I shall do my best to prepare.”

Frigga slowly pulls her hand away, hesitant, uncertain. She studies you for an uncomfortable pause while you pretend to deliberate over a jar of calendula salve for no other reason than to busy your hands. The amber glass comes as a small comfort, something to roll between your fretful fingertips, though her voice also makes for a good distraction: “Forgive me, but I must ask you an unpleasant question.”

You turn your attention back to her, questioning.

Her brow creases with worry. “Has he… Has my son harmed you in any way?”

You freeze.

She knows.

She knows—

“It is not my intention to pry,” she reassures you quickly. “My sight may be a wondrous gift, but it very much lacks decorum.” A joke, you’d think, if not for the grim expression settling into the fine lines of her face. “I believe I saw a memory.”

She saw—?

No. She couldn’t have.

“You saw nothing,” you spit venomously, bristling at the mere suggestion—a means of protecting your weaknesses from anyone who might exploit them. Even the Queen of Asgard.

Especially the Queen of Asgard, whose son would harm you in a fit of rage.

Despite Frigga’s calm demeanour, you suspect that she can easily discern your lies. She is, after all, Loki’s mother, and you’ve never met a more talented liar than your despicable husband whom you hold so dear.

“You are hesitant to trust me, I know.” Her hand cups the side of your face, soft and cool against the angry flush on your cheeks. When her eyes soften further, so too do your defences. “Life has given you many reasons not to trust so easily, but I must seek the truth. If Loki has hurt you—”

“Frigga, please,” you plead. “I am fine. I will be fine. Please forget what you saw.”

Loki can’t know that she knows. No one can know. He’ll only get worse.

Lips pursed, Frigga searches your expression until she sees something that prompts her to nod – just once, resolute. “Very well,” she sighs reluctantly, giving your cheek an affectionate pat before she lowers her hand to her side. “I will respect your wishes under one condition. You must come to me if it happens again. Yes?”

You open your mouth to object to her terms, but she doesn’t let you.

“This is not a request. Not even my son is exempt from the laws of common decency, let alone those of Asgard. Yes?”

Upon hearing her sharp inflection of the word, it's impossible not to notice that Loki would have picked up that particular habit from her. He always did complain as a child that his mother was stricter than she seemed, but only now are you starting to see why.

When you glimpse the fierceness in her gaze, what else can you tell her but yes?

—---

“Fancy meeting you here, Highness,” jokes the first unofficial member of your personal guard. You regard Sigurd with a mock frown as you step outside of the tent, and he grins. “No bandages today! Have you finally practiced to your heart’s content?”

This time, he falls in step beside you without asking. Not that you mind.

“I am exhausted, Sigurd,” you lament, just as a yawn overtakes you. “I shouldn’t think more practice will help when I cannot even seem to grasp the proper technique. I truly am terrible at it, you see.”

“So I’ve noticed,” he quips amiably, casually resting a hand upon the hilt of his sword. “The man at the front of the tent has been fussing with his for hours.”

You huff. “As if I didn’t feel awful enough already! That poor man has struggled more than most, and I only add to his discomfort.”

“Ah, but whenever you so graciously deign to check on him, he always seems right as rain. The sight of a beautiful woman does wonders to heal a man!“ Sigurd jokes, and you playfully slap his arm for his lack of propriety – far less concerned about it now than you were the first day, for these daily escorts have long since revealed him to be this way with anyone he meets. “Of course, I also saw him gawping at His Highness in a similar fashion yesterday, so I suppose his only preference is for beauty.”

You stop in your tracks.

“Or royalty,” he continues on for a moment, ignorant to your plight. “Ah, but he doesn’t look at the Queen in such a way, so perhaps—”

“What did you say?”

The shrillness of your voice immediately captures Sigurd’s attention, and his grip tightens on his sword until he locates you three paces behind him, staring at him, bewildered. His brows furrow in confusion. “He… doesn’t look at the Queen in such a way?”

“No, not that. My husband has been by?”

He blinks. “Aye, a few times—come to see you, I thought. He always brings a snack for the lady.” Sigurd cocks his head to the side. “You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t know!“ you snap, massaging your temples.

Loki has been by? With snacks? For you?

How absurd.

The man you know would never do such a thing—but then, Frigga has been particularly adept at convincing you to take your breaks of late, somehow always managing to lure you away from your duties with the treats you so enjoy.

Apples. Dates. Pastries. Any manner of sweet things, really.

Not only that, but she’s mentioned a few times now that the sugar would do well to keep your energy levels high – except there’s always been a hint of something in her voice that makes it sound like a jest. A hint of laughter. Like she knows Loki brought them for you. A memory of the cherry tart during your break this afternoon begs the question—

Did he come by then, too?

Did Frigga tell him about your conversation?

Or maybe he’s shapeshifting again? Because it certainly wouldn’t be the first time Loki has played that particular trick on you. It's as annoying as it is confusing, and whenever he blessedly lifts his spell, you always find yourself tempted to throw something at him.

Sometimes you even do. A book, the last time; serves him right for startling you while you perused the shelves in the library.

Insufferable bastard.

“Princess? Are you alright?” Sigurd asks, drawing you out of your reverie.

You can’t continue on like this. You can’t continue being scared of him like this. You shouldn’t have to feel this way.

“I need you to deliver a message for me,” you answer, full of conviction.

———

Freshly supped, bathed, and ready for bed, you’ve just cracked open the primer on healing magic you took from Loki’s chambers when you hear your ladies’ voices out in the hall.

“Your Highness, I really must protest!”

“Please wait, the Princess isn’t dressed—”

After which the door slams open with all the force of having been kicked.

You fully expected that this would happen—ensured that it would, in fact, when the letter you asked Sigurd to deliver was intended to be a provocation. But even though you’ve been waiting for your husband to make an appearance all evening, actually encountering him is another story; the well of your short-lived courage dries up all too soon.

Quite the opposite, you shriek in surprise and scramble to cover yourself just as Loki storms into your sitting room. Upon finding it empty, he quickly hones in on you sat up in your bed, clutching your blankets taut to your bosom.

His icy glare pins you down despite your obvious state of undress, or perhaps because of it: face cleansed of all makeup, hair still damp from your bath, thin silk nightgown spilling like a waterfall over the delicate swell of your breast. All you can do is stare at him in terror as he stalks toward you like a predator cornering his prey.

“You,” Loki hisses, “are the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.”

And corner you he does. With a single wave of his hand, the doors separating your bedchamber from your sitting room forcibly shut, trapping you inside with him.

You thought you’d have your ladies here for this. It was a baseless hope, really; a misguided reassurance that he wouldn’t do anything otherwise, but you’re on your own—trapped and alone with the one person on all of Asgard you can’t stand, in the one place you can take off the mask.

Your bedroom. Your safe space. Yours.

Your blood boils in an instant, fear and righteous fury bubbling to the surface until it overflows, taking your sense of self-preservation right along with it. In all of half a second, you shove your hand beneath your pillow to procure the dagger you’ve slept with since you came of age; you’ve never known how to use it, not really, but you don’t think twice before you’re already up on your feet with the blade held out in front of you.

“Get out!” you snarl at him, wild, feral, reminiscent of an animal. “You will not use me to assuage your anger, Loki Odinson. Not this night. Not again.”

Fight-or-flight takes you over. Spurs you on. Not according to plan, but you’ve long since forgotten what it even was, now, with every rational thought wiped so clean from your head.

The flood of adrenaline helps you to discern the slightest shift in his footing, the barest twitch of his fingers as his gaze drops to examine the knife in your hand; but even when Loki surely sees the uncertainty in your grip, his eyes turn sharp as the steel you wield. Calculating. Ruthless.

They cut back up to yours, and you scarcely manage to suppress a shiver.

The warrior.

Loki is as terrifying as he is glorious; every part the fearsome god you avowed yourself to. You can only assume he means to intimidate you into submission, and when his eyes narrow upon yours, it’s all you can do not to give in.

“Poor with a blade, indeed,” Loki observes, tone neutral—your previous admission come to light, but you don’t miss the tension in his posture, same as yours.

He still considers you as a threat.

Good.

You smile sweetly and lower your hand just enough to point the blade at his groin. “Shall we find out?”

His soft laughter sounds unfamiliar to your ears, now; not at all like the mocking sort you despise, but something sharper – darker – dangerous, and the hairs raise on the back of your neck. “Darling, I strongly suggest that you put that down.”

You don’t. Instead, you wave the tip of the dagger toward the locked double doors of your bedchamber. “Unlock them.”

“They aren’t—”

“Now.”

Irritation visibly sparks at the command, but Loki doesn’t act on it. Rather, a careful, deliberate flutter of his fingers brings your attention to his hand, after which he takes far more caution than necessary in motioning to the doors – pointedly – as if he means to indicate that he’ll do as you ask.

“Go on,” you order.

A muscle tenses in his jaw, evidence of his patience wearing thin, but still, Loki listens. He reaches over slowly, tediously, as if he means to placate a wounded animal—you, and you watch with baited breath as he finally places two slim fingers on one of the intricate door handles. Then he presses down.

The door unlatches.

“As you can damn well see, they were never locked,” he says tersely.

“Open them, then,” you retort. “Unless, of course, you fear what my ladies might do when they witness how you behave behind closed doors.”

Of course, you’ve seen nothing to indicate that Thea and Eris are waiting your sitting room to ensure your wellbeing once he leaves. Loki may very well have locked them out of your chambers entirely, but it’s a bluff you’re willing to make.

“Her Highness may wish to reconsider that last command,” Loki drawls, caustic and biting, holding his hands back up in front of him in a show of defence. “Or have you forgotten, Princess, who it is you hold at knifepoint?”

A Prince of Asgard. You are threatening a Prince of Asgard.

You’ll be tried for treason. Branded a traitor. Put to death.

Your grip falters.

“Yes, darling. Now put it down. I will not ask a third time.”

It’s a double-edged sword, your dagger; the only thing between you and the safety you deserve. Your grip on it feels slippery from how clammy your palms have become, and a cold sweat comes over your body as the adrenaline shifts to panic.

You’re just as trapped as you ever were.

If you put it down, Loki will hurt you again. If you don’t, he could just as easily use his magic to open the doors and reveal your treasonous act to the world. Your ladies would have no choice but to confess to what they’ve seen, lest they become conspirators themselves. Hanged, right along with you.

Only then do you realise how well and truly fucked you are, but it’s too late.

Something shifts in your periphery, and you don’t even have a chance to move, let alone blink—your only concession the startled gasp that rips from your throat. Your husband vanishes in a shimmer of illusory green at the same time his very real fingers encircle your wrist, and then it’s all over.

I will not ask a third time, he’d said.

You should have listened.

Loki roughly wrenches your arm behind your back and angles it into a brutal, unforgiving lock, one that allows you to feel all the strain in your shoulder as it almost dislocates, all the tension in your wrist as it nearly breaks, and all the pain that sends you straight up onto your tiptoes in your desperation to avoid it, avoid him, avoid the inevitable.

You bite out a nasty, colourful swear because it hurts like hell.

You have to focus on something else. Anything else. Anything would be preferable to the gnawing pain shooting up your arm.

You focus on the warmth of his body at your back. The spice of his cologne. The danger. The chaos. The skilful press of his other hand at your throat, just firm enough to keep you still, keep you from struggling, keep you from hurting yourself in an ill-thought attempt to escape. It’s an exceedingly effective way of immobilising you, and an unwanted reminder that your husband holds your life in his hands. Your pulse thunders beneath his fingertips as fear and something else you refuse to name unleash a swarm of butterflies in your gut.

Carefully, as if he thinks you’ll shatter like glass, Loki twists your wrist just a fraction more – just enough to loosen your grip.

Your dagger clatters to the floor.

His laughter holds a bitter note of mockery – victory – as he whispers into your ear, “My little assassin.”

Then he shoves you forward, sending you sprawling ungracefully onto your bed where you land face-first. Your body bounces from the impact, and you’re forced to dig and claw and fight with every fibre of your being to try and pull yourself up, keep him in your sights—and you manage to, just in time to see him stoop for your dagger.

Another bitter curse escapes your mouth. Everything feels like slow motion as you rush to get to the doors, but the moment your fingertips brush the gilded handle—

“Not another step.”

The words are spoken quietly; dangerously so, but to your ears, they sound deafening.

Heart pounding, you turn to face your fear head-on at last. He’s given you no other option.

Light from the full moon cascades through the window, illuminating your husband’s silhouette as he examines your dagger with all the boredom you’d expect, but the silvery glint of the blade in his hand makes you tremble.

When his eyes lift back to yours, your throat goes dry. Loki stares you down for one long, unreadable moment before he leisurely gestures to your bed with the tip of the blade. “Sit.”

The unmistakable click of a lock follows. Now he’s locked you in.

You take three shaky steps to the foot of the bed, and proceed to collapse upon it when your knees go weak, but you try not to let it show. You keep your posture straight as a rail and ball your fists in your lap, making a point to stare straight ahead. Not at him. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

You hear his footfalls, first, as he approaches from around the side of your bed. Then, from the corner of your eye, you see emerald linen and dark leather finally enter your line of sight, before indignation prompts you to slam your eyes shut.

You won’t look at him while he enacts this torture. Instead, you hold your head up high, even when his footsteps finally come to a stop before you. It’s failed attempt at maintaining your composure, because the overarching silence resounds with every shallow, ragged, fearful breath that passes through your lips.

One second passes. Two. Three.

Loki tentatively reaches out to caress your cheek, and you flinch.

“You are absolutely terrified of me, aren’t you,” he murmurs. It’s a statement, not a question, and his voice sounds softer than you've ever heard. Kinder. Not mocking. Not now.

His fingers trail from your cheek to tenderly tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and you feel your chin start to quiver. How cruel he is, to lull you into a false sense of security before he—

Loki quickly tears his hand away like you’ve burnt him—or perhaps the opposite, because you hear him audibly swallow the lump in his throat. “How poorly I have treated you. You have every reason to fear me as you do.”

Hesitantly, you squint open your eyes to find him all but kneeling before you, now, in a way that almost makes him appear smaller than his too-tall stature should otherwise allow. One knee loosely holds his weight as he sits back on his heels; upon the other rests his arm as he looks up at you – up – with something you never expected to grace his features.

Reverence. Repentance. Submission.

Surely not.

Then a silvery gleam catches your eye, and you glimpse your dagger in his other hand, where he holds the blade pinched between his thumb and forefinger. Loki waves it once more – just a little, just enough to ensure that you’ve seen it – before he makes a very cautious, very deliberate point of setting it down atop the tangled blankets to your right. Returning it to you.

“I’ve wronged you terribly. I should never have laid my hands on you.”

An impossible admission.

It’s all you can do to stare at your husband, stunned, because the Loki that you know would never admit to a single lick of wrongdoing. Especially not to you. And yet, he just did.

It disarms you—somewhat.

“No,” you answer haughtily, crossing your arms over your bosom, where you can feel the still-frenzied rhythm of your heart beating out of your chest. “You should never have even considered it, let alone done it twice.”

Something flickers in his gaze, some recognition, and his adam’s apple bobs with the guilt he swallows for a second time.  “No,” he readily agrees. “It should never have happened at all. You are unquestionably right.” How easily he acquiesces makes you nervous, particularly when he takes a moment to extend his hands to you, and beckons for your own. “May I?”

You eye him warily. It could be a trick.

“I am always right,” you sass despite, nervously uncrossing your arms to place your hands into his – hesitant, cautious, uncertain of his motives. “Is—Is that not the first lesson any husband must learn?”

Your voice wavers from your nerves.

The uneasiness must show on your face, too, because he begins to rub soft, reassuring circles into the backs of your hands, but all you can think is that his gentle touch feels far more soothing than it should. You should hate it – hate him – but you don’t. Not when he treats you so tenderly.

“The second,” Loki corrects good-naturedly, and the corners of his lips twitch with silent laughter when yours tug into a frown. “I must first learn to honour my wife, merciful as she is.” A more teasing lilt follows, “The most merciful assassin I’ve ever met, to be sure.”

“I am hardly an assassin,” you grouse, and tug at your hands, but he brings them to his lips to leave a kiss upon the back of one, then the other – all the while peering up at you with those stunning green eyes of his that make you so desperately want to trust that this isn’t a trick.

“Indeed. Which is exactly why I seek to offer you my penance.”

Loki has always been a talented liar, but there’s something vulnerable about his expression. Something honest. Something real.

You scoff. “As if you would ever—”

And then, for the first time in centuries, Loki says your name – your actual name – without a shred of mockery, when even his wedding vows held that same familiar bite you’ve grown so accustomed to. “I mean every word. I’ll not so much as speak to you, should you find it amenable.”

You’d love to entertain the idea, but it would never work. “I rather think that will be impossible, Loki. Such a thing would soon become gossip amongst the court.”

“Do you truly believe I care about gossip, when you—” he begins in exasperation, but as soon as he sees your withering look, he relents. “Fine. Then…” Loki pauses to contemplate another option until he seems to take notice of your hands; after which he gives them a gentle squeeze, just one, and releases you. “I’ll not touch you, then, if you so wish it. A fitting recompense, I would imagine.”

That suggestion makes you feel some kind of way. Your stomach twists. “For how long?”

“For however long you should deem it necessary.” Loki takes another moment to consider his answer more thoroughly, and then, “Perhaps a decade to start. Is that suitable?”

“A decade? My, how generous,” you remark, examining your nails. When you glance back up at him, however, it’s clear you’re being contrary just for the sake of being contrary, and his eyes shine knowingly.

“A century, then. Will that suffice?” he questions, tone lighter than previously, but you can still detect the sincerity in his words.

Oh, hell. You’re starting to think he’s serious.

“A century is quite a long time, you know,” you taunt, crossing one leg over the other. The autumn chill in the air bites at your skin, bare halfway below the knee, but you ignore it in favour of sending him another pointed look. “Are you certain that you are up to the task? I would so hate to set you up for failure, ambitious as you are.”

Loki rolls his eyes and pulls himself back to his feet—to make as grand a departure as his arrival, you assume. But you’d almost forgotten how tall he is, so effective was his apology, and your spine instantly stiffens because of how easily he towers over you.

Especially when you’re still sat upon your bed in nothing but your nightdress.

Especially with him blocking the only exit—the only exit, which is still locked.

With a slight flick of his fingers, the doors unlock and swing back open, revealing your sitting room and the freedom just beyond.

When you finally glance back up at your husband, the expression he offers you in response is solemn, bordering on apologetic. “Darling,” Loki says softly, “I will wait however long it takes for that terror in your eyes to dissipate, and longer still.”

The breath catches in your throat.

He is serious.

Loki’s emerald gaze rakes over your body for the briefest of moments, then, before he lets out a long, weary sigh. “Now do get some rest before my mother worries herself into an early grave. Yes? You’ll be of no help to anyone in that state.”

“You speak as though you aren't the primary cause of her worry,” you clap back, wholly on instinct with your mind still reeling from the rest of the conversation. The familiarity of it helps you to regain your footing, though, and you add, “You’ve made such an awful habit of creating all manner of mischief to your own detriment that Frigga would no sooner give you an earful than tend to your wounds.”

Loki’s eyes glimmer with amusement. “Frigga, you say—Stars, now you’ve made me worry.” He clicks his tongue in mock disapproval and adds, “It will hardly do for my mother to have an accomplice in all of her lambasting, petal. Not when I value my hearing.”

Sleep deprivation would be the likely culprit for the peal of laughter that escapes you, so joyous and light without the weight of the last week on your shoulders. So light is the feeling, in fact, that your natural laugh comes out for the first time in several decades, and a snort escapes—not unlike that of a pig.

Loki’s brows shoot up in surprise.

Mortified, you rush to clap a hand over your mouth. A torrent of shame rushes through your brain, bringing along with it every single one of your mother’s harsh criticisms about your laugh.

Crude. Unseemly. Ill-mannered at best, and at worst, you look like a peasant. A strumpet. A farmer’s wife, whose laughter matches her livestock.

Common.

Face burning hot as the sun, you quickly turn away from Loki to look out the window, where you can only pray that the moonlight will alleviate the heat in your cheeks. You try to focus upon the smattering of lights twinkling in the distance, the homes of the peasantry beyond your gilded cage, and you can’t help but wonder if the farmer’s wife feels any less trapped than you do.

“You are radiant when you laugh.”

A lie, surely.

Flustered, you turn your attention to your duvet, where a fraying thread captures your attention. You pick at it absently, appreciative that your dagger is on the other side of you lest you toy with it instead, and that’s a hair more dangerous. “Hardly.”

“Truly,” Loki counters. "I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you laugh so freely, even when we were young. What could possibly possess you to hide it as you do?”

You know you should be mindful that this is Loki. Your lifelong irritation. You know that he is the one person on all of Asgard to whom you shouldn’t admit your weaknesses, but the night has been... strange.

“A lady should never be seen to laugh so exuberantly,” you quote your mother verbatim – an honest answer, but only on the surface. Then you don the mask of the Duchess’s prideful, snobbish daughter, and arch a perfectly-manicured brow at him. “It is crude, is it not? Uncouth. Not at all suitable for polite society, let alone any woman hoping to secure a highborn match.”

His eyes start to regain some of the steel from earlier, barely enough to notice. “And now you have.”

You blink.

So you have. You hadn’t really considered it until now. But then you laugh – dainty, delicate laughter, meticulously crafted since birth to suit your title – because now the pressure to maintain your façade is even worse. “Oh, yes, and what a spectacle it would be! A Princess of Asgard, looking common,” you spit the word. “Such would be an embarrassment for the Crown.”

You would be the embarrassment.

“Common?” Loki repeats the word with a obvious note of distaste, like it’s a joke he doesn’t particularly appreciate. “Dear girl, you couldn’t look common if you tried.”

You shoot him a look. “It is entirely too late in the evening for your mockery, Loki.”

Your husband studies your face, perplexed, like you’re a puzzle he can’t quite manage to solve. His eyes search yours for the answer to a question he doesn’t ask, nor does he seem to find whatever it is he seeks. Instead, he lets out a long, slow, frustrated sigh and runs a hand through his hair.

“My flattery,” Loki corrects – not combative, but firmer than a jest. “Even I can discern when to hold my tongue.” It sounds like a jab, but you recognise it to be a concession, one even you can see he’s struggling to make; any other time he’d never have managed to keep his temper in check. “I’ll call upon you in the morning. Perhaps we might discuss your letter over breakfast.”

Right. Your provocation. You’d completely forgotten.

You nod, and bring yourself to your feet to see him off. “Until breakfast, then.”

“Indeed. Get some rest.”

Something is different, you think. Off. It’s almost like he can’t quite look at you, and certainly not as he did just a few minutes ago, on his knees begging for your forgiveness.

Then again, the night has been strange.

When Loki takes his leave, his long, brisk strides almost seem to indicate exactly how little he wishes to intrude upon you any longer—though you’re suddenly left wondering whether it’s more for your benefit, now, or his.

Part Seven

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Don't know who needs to hear this but for sure some people do 👀

To : whoever feels attacked

"middle aged women shouldn't participate in fandom" and you think it's teenagers that are writing those brilliant, incisive 100k fics of your favourite characters

#imho i've read fics by Younger people where you can see they are pretty talented but it's just so obvious that they are young hdhdhd #writing fanfiction is as much of a hobby as knitting and idk gardening #you'll get better with age and experience #it would be a shame if the fandom sphere was only populated by middle schoolers #aside from the fact that being A Fan of something doesn't need to have an age limit

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Happy Halloween Everybody!!

(here's a quickie I did in the spirits of Halloween!)

The happiest version of Loki is the one after the events 2012 living in the Avengers tower, you can't convince me otherwise.

Character credit - ao3 & Tumblr writers ✨

Also a cringe comic panel I did last year : )))

Thanks for going through my blog, have a happy and safe Halloween!

And a whole lot of Loki love from me 💚💚

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It’s over… It’s finally over. 🤠🔪💚🎨

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I was inspired over the Jewish High Holiday season. Since there is so much Priest!Loki out there, I thought, "Hm, why not a Rabbi variant?" So I started up. After Kanyes outburst, I finished it today! Voila!

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The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary : If your neighbour doesn't really exist for the world then who's the man you have come to know of? What is he?

Warning: discussion of rape, sexual abuse, gaslighting, cheating, discussion of mental illness, therapy please read carefully. If something triggers you please don't read it. Take a shot everytime the word hallucination comes across 😂

Next morning you woke up and felt good for a change, you knew in your heart that the conversation had changed your equation with him. The way he hugged you and comforted you was surreal, you wanted to feel him again, you wanted to touch him and hold him again. He felt so safe and a part of you knew he didn't want to hurt you. You opened the main door and found the grocery bags he had left for you so you picked it up and kept it inside , you wanted to thank him for last night but you figured you'd do it after work.

You just didn't know that you won't find him again.

How could it be possible? He was there, you saw him, you talked to him and you touched him. How could you hallucinate all that?

"You said his house was right here?" Clint asked you, he was standing on the spot where your neighbor used to sit on his porch and read. You sat next to him that day then how could he not be real?

"Yes..I..I am not lying I just..I don't know" your eyes teared up and lips trembled as you spoke. He was there last night, you told him everything about yourself and he was there to comfort you.

"There hasn't been any house built here ever as per our knowledge and we have lived here all our lives"

Phil said and you suddenly realized that you were surrounded by a group of men you didn't trust at all. You remembered your realtor Tony telling you there wasn't any other property in one mile distance so he wasn't lying it seems.

"But I have been eating and he brought me food and he.."

"Who did that?" Steve asked you and you placed your hands over your temples

"Loki ..his name is Loki..I saw him I swear to god I saw him everyday since I came here" they all sighed in unison and you noticed Phil saw something behind you and they quickly left after that. Did they see Minola? Did she even exist or you made that up too? You went inside and called Stephen, you could tell that he was worried about the situation

"Y/n, calm down and tell me the first moment you saw this person Loki" he asked you and you wiped your tears before you spoke,

"The first day when I got here he helped me take my bags inside the house"

"Did he tell you anything about himself?"

"He said he was a musician, and that he wanted to explore life that's why he was here" you sobbed and he asked you to calm down again.

"Anything else that stood out?"

You told him everything you noticed about him, the wifebeater, the sandalwood fragrance, him smoking, how he looked, you told him that you saw him in the market and the fest as well.

"Did you see him talking to anyone there?"

"I uhh..I --" you tried to remember and you realized that you haven't seen him talking to anyone even once. It was as if they couldn't even see him.

"Y/n I need you to listen to me. We pass by several different faces everyday and our conscious mind can't retain every information but our subconscious mind does, that's why we see people in our dreams that we have never met before..have you been taking your medicine as per the prescription? " you didn't want to lie to him so you told him the truth.

"I just..just for two nights here I took extra sleeping pills but that was it"

"I advised you to not do that. You probably saw this person at some point in your life, the sandalwood essence was engraved in your mind because of your mother and the cigarette smoking as well, am I wrong?"

"Nooo"

"And his name was Loki? The god your mother worshipped?" He asked you and you answered in yes. He was trying to tell you that you had built him up the way you wanted in your head. You felt crazy and out of your mind. He told you to calm down and see him next month, he also asked you to get proper sleep as if that would make everything better. You hung up soon after as you couldn't take this anymore. What even was happening?

"How could I hallucinate you loki. .you were here..you were right here" you sobbed as you sat down on the couch, were you really losing your mind? Were they all right about you? Were you sick and making things up from the beginning? Since the accident?

You opened the door and looked at the empty space where his home should have been, you walked towards the vacant spot and your knees collapsed because you felt so scared out of your mind and so lonely. Since you met him, in just a matter of few days you had started to feel so close to him and he felt safe, he felt like a friend. Stephen told you that it was your need to build a pure connection like that again in your life that was manifesting into this delusion.

But you had hugged him and held his hand and you felt his touch. He felt real, he felt human.

"Ohhh ohhh God Lokii please come back..I can't ..I can't" you laid down on the ground as you couldn't stop sobbing and it was getting harder to breathe with every second. You didn't even remember passing out there but when you opened your eyes you found yourself in your bed again. How did you get here? Why didn't you remember anything?

You quickly got out of the bed to check the grocery bags and you felt so scared that you won't find them there but to your surprise you did find them. It had the regular fruits and vegetables that he had gotten for you in the past week.

"I am not crazy..I am not crazy..I can't be crazy" you mumbled to yourself and walked towards the door, you shoved the curtain aside and there it was.

His house all lit up like it always used to be.

You gasped as you processed the information, it wasn't there when they came to check on him, he wasn't there when you broke down and passed out on the ground then how were you seeing it again? You called Stephen again but his number was unreachable. You pinched yourself to confirm whether you were still asleep or not.

Then you got up and opened the main door to confront him, but you took a step back as he did the same, your eyes met with him and he was in his usual attire. You knew this was not in your head, because if it was then you really needed more help than just therapy.

"I can explain darling" he mumbled softly and hearing his voice made you sob again, he walked towards you but you closed the door immediately and locked it. You heard him knocking but you placed your hands on your ears. What if you're hallucinating? You couldn't afford to lose him again. Even if he wasn't real, he was real for you.

"They tell me you don't exist..that I made you up..that you..you are not real" you sobbed with every word you spoke and that broke his heart, he knew this day would come and he wanted to tell you the truth but he knew that won't help you.

"I am here darling, you have seen me and you have touched me, I'm real as long as you believe in me and you believed in me even when you thought you didn't"

You opened the door and you saw him standing there, his eyes were teary. How could you hallucinate someone caring for you? Were you really that desperate?

"This morning I didn't see you, they didn't either, the house was gone, you didnt exist" you mumbled as you crossed your arms but he grabbed your hand and his touch made you gasp, he placed your hand on his chest, right where his heart should be and you felt it beating so fast in there.

"You feel me don't you?" He asked you and pulled you closer to him, you could smell his cologne and you could feel his warmth surrounding you again.

"But they…they said that you're not real" you sounded like a broken record and seemed like an innocent child but you couldn't help it, you were at the edge of losing your complete sanity.

"I am here..look at me, look me in the eyes love, you have me, you have me little one..you have me I promise, I told you I'd never lie to you" And he didn't. He just hid the part of the truth.

"You exist?" Your lips trembled as you spoke and he brushed his thumb over them to stop them from twitching.

"I exist for you..yes" He cupped your cheeks as he whispered softly so you grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him inside, pressing him against the door you got on your tiptoes and he wasn't ready for you to kiss him like that, the moment he felt your lips on his he moaned, he wanted to touch you, caress your back but he had to be careful, he didn't want to startle you or make you panic again.

You cupped his cheeks as the kiss heated up, he kept his hands to himself as you kissed him the way you wanted to kiss him.

When you realized what you were doing you quickly pulled away and took two steps backwards. He looked at you curiously, his lips were moist and plump, his breathing went erratic and his cheeks seemed rosy pink.

"I am sorry" you mumbled as your eyes teared up, the awful images of him on top of you flashed through your head, the moment you had opened your eyes and found him forcing himself on you, you knew your life would never be same again. You knew sexual and physical intimacy would never feel the way it used to before. You knew you'd never allow a man to dominate you or be on top of you in such close proximity..

You snapped out of your thoughts as you realized that you had bigger problems to worry about, the major being the possibility that the object of your fascination didn't even exist in reality, that he might just have been a figment of your imagination.

"Are you a ghost?" You asked him and he smiled as he looked down then he looked at you again.

"I don't think a ghost can be kissed with such a burning passion, they're dead darling, I am not" he mumbled and you hummed in response, trying to make sense of his words "You don't believe in Ghosts, Angels and Gods right?" He asked you and you looked at him confused, "Maybe I will change your perception"

"So you're an angel?" You chuckled but it wasn't a chuckle of amusement but more of frustration. What was your life now?

"Nooooo..bless the norns..they are infuriating" he chuckled again and you tilted your head but what he said next did make you question your existence and you couldn't help but wonder if you were even alive because if you were and all of this was real then you were in to hear the shocking truth about the reality of the world.

"I am Loki..the god your mother worshiped all her life, that's why I'm here..I'm here for you. She prayed to me and I answered her prayers"

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Note : Sometimes truth is simpler and hiding in the plain sight.

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There better be change of plans Loki!! My poor girl already has severe trust issues.

Ps I kinda think that he took the portrait away not to gain her trust or make it easy for her or whatever, he took it away because he actually cares 😌👀

The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 6

Summary : You attend the Crop fest at the island and meet new people but they don't make you feel any better.

Warning: Cigarette smoking, Minola - No she can't stop, no she won't stop, Mentions of recurring nightmare and trauma, mention of past abuse, trust issues, spooky stuff, discussion of mental illness.

Note : I promise I'll update the bodyguard next

When you woke up the next morning you felt refreshed, you haven't gotten a proper night of sleep like this since you came here. You thought about the way you held onto his hand, the feeling of his touch still lingered on your skin and it left you feeling confused. 

"Yes you really did that you moron" you grumbled as you got out of bed to get ready for the day, you didn't have to work so you wondered what you were supposed to do today. As you showered you kept thinking about the moment you had his hand in yours, it felt good and it made you want to feel his touch more but then you remembered what had happened to you, what were they capable of.

He could hurt you and you know if something awful was to happen to you again you'd never recover from it, you can't handle betrayal in any form so wanting a romantic relationship of any kind, especially with a man like him was not feasible. 

You put on a loose t-shirt and a pair of jeans and towel dried your hair. You heard a thumping noise coming from the basement but it didn't carry on, it only happened once and you didn't want to go check because Minola was there and you feared your mind would trick you again. 

You made yourself a cup of coffee and decided to sit outside, there was a wooden old timey chair next to the main doorway, right in front of the window so you sat down, you looked over his house and it seemed quiet. Maybe he went grocery shopping or something. You saw a piece of paper laying flat on the ground so you got up and picked it up, it was a pamphlet 

"Join the Slumber Crop fest in Williams memorial park to celebrate the new blood" 

The new blood? "Well that's not weird at all" you mumbled under your breath but you fixed your face up to go see what the fest was all about, the name suggested that it was a celebration for the farmers and vendors of the island but you could be wrong. 

As you reached the park, it was bustling with people, the whole Island was there it appeared and for a change they all looked happy, as you entered you earned a few glances here and there but nothing too weird. 

"Hello..hi there" you looked behind and saw a man, he seemed older than you but not too old, he smiled so you returned it. 

"Hii I'm y/n I'm new here" you mumbled and as he stepped closer to you, you stepped back a little.

"It's Bruce" 

"Ohhh you're one of the teachers" you smiled as you recognised his name and he nodded.

"Yes I just got back, how are you adjusting here?" He asked you and you crossed your arms as you chuckled nervously.

"It is nice I guess ..I'm doing my best"

"Well don't get too used to it" he smiled as he sipped on the drink in his hand and it made you feel unsettled so you just nodded and hoped he'd disappear. You saw the blonde girl from that day and she kept looking at you so you smiled at her, she reverted but it didn't reach her eyes you could tell. 

"Soo ummm are you guys not used to the new folks around here?" You asked Bruce and he glared at you.

"Well you can't get too friendly with the source of the new blood" he chuckled and you were on the verge of breaking apart in his presence, he seemed sinister, he looked like the type of man you'd would have steered clear of even before the incident occurred.

"Stop ittt Bru.. you're weirding her out" you heard another voice and saw another man walking towards you both. Just great.

"My name is James, don't mind him, he's just messing with you" he chuckled so you did the same even though your heart was racing.

"I'll get a drink" Bruce mumbled and he kept his eyes on you until he disappeared out of sight, you couldn't have been more thankful. 

"Don't let him get to you, he likes to freak people out, you're the new resident right, don't think we have met before" he raised his hand forward and you stared at him but you didn't shake his hand.

"Yess that's me..what do you do around here..if you don't mind me asking" 

"Ohh I work the electricity joint" you nodded as he said that, you weren't sure what he meant by that but you figured he handled the electricity department.

You heard everyone clapping and saw Phil on the small stage area, he talked about the fest and you guessed it right, it was to celebrate the farmers and other vendors, then suddenly he called out your name to introduce you officially to the people of the island. It made you nervous but you hoped that would change a thing or two around here, as you stepped up they all just looked at you and you heard them murmuring to each other. 

"Tell them about yourself" Phil said to you so you walked over to the mic stand, feeling as awkward as possible.

"Uhhh hi ..my name is y/n and I just wanted to thank you guys for allowing me to come here and live. I .. needed this very much and I'll try my best to be part of this community, if anyone needs me for anything I'm here" you looked around and you didn't see anyone reacting to anything you said, you saw Loki standing at a far distance and his presence immediately brought you comfort. He felt like a friend, like someone you found comfort in.

You decided to leave the fest because you didn't think you were welcomed there, as you were about to walk out of the park you heard Phil's voice and stopped,

"Heyy I haven't seen you in the market lately, how are you eating?" He asked you and you weren't sure if you should tell them about Loki buying stuff for you. You remembered him telling you that people frowned upon it here.

"Uhhh actually I bought a lot of veggies the first day and it lasted me over the week" you told him and he hummed

"Well make sure you go there tomorrow, support our farmers, they work hard" he told you as he turned around to leave and you nodded. 

You made your way towards the house, the fog was getting intense and you were starting to feel cold, you got spooked again as you heard his voice.

"Didn't mean to scare you love" he mumbled as he brisked towards you to walk by your side.

"I didn't think you would go there" you said to him and he smiled.

"You have to support the farmers right?" He chuckled and you smiled. 

"I just feel like people don't want me here, it's a feeling that just won't go away" 

"Do you want to leave?" He asked you and you thought about it,

"I ..don't know..I mean this place seemed perfect you know and it is, I like the quiet and the simplicity.. it's just the people of the town and well .. Minola " you chuckled and he turned his head towards you to look at you.

"Minola?" 

"It's just.. probably in my head but I have been seeing her" 

"Seeing how?" 

"I ..I can't explain it but I feel like she's there in my house..ohh God I sound crazy" you put your hands over your face to calm down. What were you doing? 

"You're not crazy darling..you might be right about her being there" you stopped in your tracks as he said that.

"What do you mean?" 

"I.. Well I don't know much but apparently she disappeared a week after they came here, she was just gone and nobody knows where she is" he said to you and you felt the hair sticking up at the back of your neck. 

"But the house–" 

"Belonged to her, those four other people who established this town along with her have their houses too around here, it was built before they came here" 

"How do you know all this, I read the town's history and it didn't mention anything like that" he sighed as you said that. You invited him inside because after what he just said you didn't want to be in there all alone. 

"I heard about it from the locals" 

"Okay maybe she disappeared but wouldn't she be dead by now or she must have died when she disappeared, something must have happened to her..right?" 

"Yeah ofcourse..but you said you're seeing her, are you seeing her ghost?" 

You chuckled as he said that. It sounded absurd coming out of his mouth.

"Ghosts..they don't exist Loki..ghosts gods angels..all of them are not real" 

You walked into the kitchen to make tea for both of you and he followed you immediately.

"How are you so certain?" He asked you as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

"Because I know okay? it's probably the medicines I'm taking that's making me loopy"

"Are you sure of it?" He questioned you again and you chuckled.

"Yes I'm sure of it loki" you snapped at him but he didn't flinch at all as if he was expecting it "My mom spent her whole life worshiping a god that had no proof of existence, I know crazy when I see it and I see it when I look at myself in the mirror" your eyes teared up because of the frustration and you grabbed your head in your hands again as it started pounding so he stepped closer to you, 

"Can I hold you?" you looked at him and he was standing close to you but not too close to make you want to hit him again.

"What?" 

"Can I hold you love? I'm asking for your permission"

"Hold me how?"

"Let me embrace you, hug you? You'll feel better I promise"  you stared at him for a few seconds before you nodded so he cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer to him then he wrapped his arms around your back, your face planted right into his chest and you always thought being so close to a man's body would only suffocate you and make you want to strangle yourself but that didn't happen, it comforted you instead, he felt like a cocoon and you immediately had a sense of security around him.

"It's okay let it out darling, just let it all out okay?" He rubbed your back gently and you burst into a fit of cries, and you didn't stop, you couldn't stop crying, it was as if you haven't cried in a long time and it wasn't a lie, you haven't been able to cry like this in a long time, after he ruined everything you believed in you didn't think you'd ever see a day where you'd start to feel like a human again. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck and he bent down a little so you wouldn't strain your toes too much.

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry..sorry" you kept mumbling to him, you had no idea why he was even putting up with this nonsense. He didn't even know you.

"You don't have to apologize to me, never" as you pulled away from him, he had you stuck between him and the counter so you looked up.

"Feels better?" He smiled so you grabbed his hands in yours.

"Yes..thank you loki" His thumb rubbed against the back of your hand and it didn't make you flinch, it felt good instead and it gave you all the tingling feelings in the pit of your stomach.

When you let go of his hands he strained the tea you had made, walked you towards the couch and you both sat down, 

"You took the portrait down" he mumbled so you nodded. He noticed it yesterday itself but he didn't want to say anything. It wasn't his place.

"Where did you keep her?" 

"Umm..In the basement" 

"Would you feel better if I took her away?" He asked you and you looked at him surprised, why would he want a creepy portrait of a dead woman in his house?

"I uhh.. I mean..it's her house Loki" 

"She's probably dead like you said, why does it matter? She's gone.. ghosts are not real right?" 

"Yeah they are not" you emphasized the sentence so he smiled. It was hard for him to get through you but he was getting a step closer everyday he could tell. You had your body pressed into him a few moments ago and he was glad because he didn't have much time to fulfill his promise, to finish what he was here for. For that to happen, you had to trust him, you had to believe in him. However he also couldn't stop thinking about the moment he had you in his arms, in that moment he never wanted to stop holding you, he wanted to keep you there so you'd never feel unsafe again.

You didn't deserve any of that monstrosity.

After thinking about it you decided that it'd be best for your mental health to just not have her in that house for now, so you opened the basement door and he stepped down to grab the portrait. You noticed the cracks in the door and it worried you, you didn't see them yesterday. 

As soon as her portrait was out of the house you felt better, you had allowed it to manifest in your head and Stephen had told you that our minds can look for different ways to cope with the trauma so maybe imagining her way your coping mechanism. A new place and change of environment was already stressful as it was.

After dinner as you laid in your bed, you kept repeating the moment you had spent with Loki in the kitchen, why did he feel that way? You have known him for a mere week and this wasn't like you at all, not the current you. You should keep him at an arm's length, that's why you were here then why couldn't you stop yourself from getting close to him? The thought bothered you.

Loki placed the portrait in his living room, in front of the fireplace and stared at it, she did seem lifelike like you had said once.

"You scared her, that's not how you could have achieved what you wanted " 

He heard her growling in response and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, her soul was truly tormented and he did feel awful for her..

"Going to kill her..She will be killed..she will have to dieeee" he heard her broken whispers and sighed.

"I know that, that's why I'm here..stay quiet now. You know she can't leave the island, they won't let her. She have no choice and I don't either, she will have to trust me so she's willing to stay"

 He got up and left the living room then he stood outside your house all night long, waiting for the moment you'd need him again. And you did.

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Hi Lovelies!!!!

Currently taking with my girl Tay and realized I missed posting this week! Around this time last year, @youlightmeupfinn talked me into starting my own blog on here after connecting through DM's while she was posting a Hiddles fic I was obsessed with! (Wrong Number still holds a special place in my heart!!)

Now a year later, I have just over 1.5k followers on here and am over half way through writing my first original novel after discovering my passion for writing!

Between focusing on my book and battling health issues, I've taken a step back from posting fan fiction for now. I'm still here though and love checking in to read all the amazing things being posted in the Mischief/Hiddles Fandom. That includes anything posted by you @mochie85!!! 😘

I still plan to get back to my open storylines someday, but for now, I don't know when that will be. But stay tuned for updates on my other projects coming soon if you are interested in my book coming soon to Kindle!

Love you all and hope life is treating you well! ❤️

~J~

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Here is a list of my works so far!! I will update this list whenever a new story or part is posted!! Thanks so much for reading. Xx

Masterlist

Steve Rogers

Series

A Swarm of Butterflies: Part one, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Oneshots

The Best Birthday Surprise

Loki Laufeyson

Series

At First Sight: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

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Big Bro Thor protecting Baby bro Loki <3

I’d love to see you guess what they are looking at!! Put your ideas in the tags :D

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Loki x OC commission Art

Hello peeps! I'm back with another Loki drawing, really liked how this turned out.

It was a commission I did for https://instagram.com/lokishival?utm_medium=copy_link this amazing person. OC(Ze) with Ragnarok Loki.

On another note, my commissions are open currently so if you'd like one for yourself please DM 💌

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Have a great day/night 💚

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