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supbeeches · 10 months

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his stories

(loki x f!reader)

author - wes perry @supbeeches

a/n - hi hi hi everyone! sorry for the lng wait. its hard to find motivation out here lol. but i am so so so excited to share this fic with you! i worked quite hard on it (: there will still be some occasional touch ups every now and then. but, other than that, its done! thank you so so much to the person who recommended this topic! unfortunately i think their acc got deactivated so i can’t tag them but they were in my thoughts! ok, ill shut up now! enjoy!

summary - loki and his love look back at his past with the stories of asgard.

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A hibernal winter enveloped the land of Midgard. All around, little souls walk around the towns of their home, New York City. Couples are seen holding their freezing lovers hands within their own, in affectionate care. Bells attached to the doors of little cafes ring as little souls rush inside in hopes for a warm cup of coffee. House lights shone in all different colors around the city, for there were pairs that found their comfort on such an evening in the warm sheltering of their homes. More specifically, Loki and y/n.

“What’s this one?”, the mortal asked her god.

“Ah, that one. Well, I occasionally enjoy a little ‘fiction’ every now and then. I am quite fond of knowing the tales of the place I once called home,” the prince stated. “This one, embraces the entities of Asgard, and the tales that have brought Asgard wonders of their past to life.”

The two were enveloped in one another; legs tangled, arms draped off the dark velvet couch they practically lived on every evening. The night is frigid, causing the two to yearn for each other's warmth. The worries of their minds, swayed by the words on the pages of the book that was in the grasp of the shining prince.

“Do you miss home?”

Home.

“I find my peace with you, darling”, he replied immediately in a reassuring whisper.

It’s almost as if he has answered that exact question hundreds of times.

The smooth-talker moved his hand toward the side of his lover's face. A swift and papercut thumb glides across her ear toward her jaw. Despite the almost tranquilizing gesture, the girl pops up in curiosity, shifting to face her swain.

“Tell me a story”, the angel pried at her heavenly demon.

He smiled, gleaming at her eagerness to learn of his origin. He sighed and looked over her head with a curious look on his face. Silence crowded the room for a moment. He appeared to be searching for something.

He moved her hand off to the side and untangled their legs, placing the half finished book on the vanity next to them.

“Going somewhere?”

He chuckled to himself, getting up and shifting towards the back of the room, behind her.

“Loki?”, she tried again.

“Just a moment, dove”, he assures as he wanders even further behind the couch.

She watches as he moves around their living room library, spreading his fingers across every book he crosses by. Finally, he stops. He stands for a moment.

“Found it,” he whispers to himself.

He turns back around in a swift movement, gliding back to the couch where his lover had been sitting tight in curiosity.

“This… this is something I have been wanting to share with you for a while, flower,” be walks over to her with a bright smile on his face.

He makes his way to his spot next to his love. Their eyes meet; one with wonder and the other with a cunning imbue. Loki sits, groaning as he does so.

What an old man.

He looks over to his lover. Lifting his hand, he cups her chin in a riveting manner.

“I trust you, as well as I wish to share my childhood with you, if you’ll let me.”

She nods in her keenness. He nods back in compersion and brings the book to her, letting her hold it. She swifts her hand across the cover, taking in the moment.

A treasure within the hold of another.

The book was compact compared to what he had usually indulged himself in. It had a smooth fuzziness to it, most likely due to it's ancient-ness, with a hard rim on each edge. The front side was displayed with the words-

“Glory of Valhalla…”, the angel said in her fever of excitement.

The god took her hands in his own, as she held his youth in her hands.

“The stories my mother, Frigga, would read to my brother and I before we slept every night. Romance, adventure, magic, honor. Anything, you name it.”

“Which one is your favorite?”

That caused the prince to pause. His brows furrowed as his thumb habitually skated across her hand. He hums in recollection.

He removes the book from her hands, in a dainty manner. His eyes skimmed the book as he reminded himself of his favorite childhood tale. He knew the perfect one to share with her. The only tale that filled his mind with hope for the future as he aged. The tale of a man, slack and tedious, and his goddess, mesmeric yet reticent, and their treacly longing for one another. The trickster still vividly remembers the day he heard his mother read the lovestruck man's words.

“My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.”

How his brother and him tittered and cheered at the man's cheesily loving words.

Better than I could ever word it, he thought to himself, starting to feel his lover's moving thumb against his thigh.

Cheesy? yes. True? Undeniably so.

Opening the book, his thumb sped through the pages, until it stopped. The woman beside him pressed herself upwards towards him, in an attempt to get a sneak peek at what he was to present to her. He tilted the book towards her, as if he was proving he wasn’t trying to hide something. She takes the book from his giving hands, and dives in.

His fingers find their way into her mane, twirling within a little piece. His eyes monitor hers as every now and then they move from the right, down, and to the left. Loki could not help himself as he rested his head against hers, along with a tap of his lips against her temple.

Beautiful angel. My beautiful Angel.

The library is filled with nothing but two souls, two hearts, two sets of breaths, and occasional rustles of flipping pages. What more could be needed?

Time flows with the sound embers crackling within the chimney, creating a sweet ambience.

The goddess within Loki's arms turns, receiving a lifted eyebrow and hum of question from her god. She has a pensive look on her face. Her eyes then lift up to meet him.

“Have you ever heard of The Great Gatsby?”

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a/n - thank you for reading! please share, like, repost! thank you!

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supbeeches · 10 months

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crying sobbing screaming having diarrhea passing out

First and Only Love pt 2

Loki Laufeyson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1210 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Loki doesn’t know what to make of the reader’s stretch marks, assuming that they’re his brother’s mark on his woman.

Part 1

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supbeeches · 10 months

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masterlist <3

yay! you made it to my masterlist! this is where i will post a collection of all the things that i write. i love to write tehe but it takes me a long time. if you want to suggest a prompt or topic to me, go ahead and message me or leave an anon message! i keep track of all suggestions! i can’t gaurantee it will be written right away but i will try my best make it happen! NO SMUT (as of right now tehe).

here we go! 🫂💟🔓

shelter

- loki sees your body as shelter. why can’t you see it that way too?

his stories

- loki and his love look back at his past with the stories of asgard.

#loki #loki x plus size reader #loki of asgard #marvel #fanfiction #tomhiddleston #god of mischief #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #lokiedit #lokiodinson #loki imagine #loki masterlist #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff #mcu loki

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supbeeches · 10 months

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I just read a couple fics and spread kudos and comments like a fairy spreads glitter, not expecting any answers because it's not about the answers. The oldest fic I commented on was from 2011. Not five minutes later, I had a reply from the author in my inbox. Twelve years after they posted, and they were happy and giddy because I commented.

Cherish and nourish your writers, fandom. Feed them comments and kudos and reblogs and love.

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supbeeches · 10 months

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papa

What if—Loki were a Tolkien Elf? 👀

Watching Rings of Power every week has given me so many Tolkien feels that I just had to design Loki as an Elf! It was fun to kind of merge his Asgardian look with a more organic, art nouveau kind of outfit, but I think it reads well as both Loki and Elven! And since spears are fairly prominent in Tolkien’s writings, and we know Loki can work Gungnir, it felt suitable to give him one here too 👌

painted in procreate on ipad pro / do not repost (but reblogs are awesome!)

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supbeeches · 10 months

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heyyyyy not sure if you’ve ever looked at lowkeyorloki’s ao3 but she has an entire multichapter fic narrated by loki. she talks about it sometimes but it’s not super well known. it’s one of my fav so i thiught i’d tell you

GASP ILY ANON THANK YEW

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bro

What Loki Learned For You

Anonymous asked: Could you write a fluffy imagine about Loki helping a reader who is deaf? My hearing aids have been broken for a while and I could really use it. I love your works 💕💕

It was weird not having Clint with you.

You were happy for him to be back with his family of course- But it left you with little at the Avengers tower. He always had your back, he was someone who actually knew how you felt when your hearing aids didn’t do their job.

Deep down, you knew the team thought of you as an equal. But it was hard to remember when Steve would draw in a breath when you asked him to repeat something, especially with Natasha rolling her eyes in the background.

You had just had a particularly rough sparring session with Bucky (who could empathize with you to some degree- he didn’t have an arm. But he had just kept telling you how he overcame that, so you you could overcome your obstacle, and it was just to much. It wasn’t as easy for you.) when you rounded a sharp corner. You must have been looking down, because you collided with Loki.

You let out a small sound as the two of you fell to the ground, your cheeks burning. You tried to stumble to your feet, but Loki beat you to it, reaching his hand out to help you up.

You took it gratefully. His hand was softer than you would have thought- It had been clenched and bound so many times, but it felt like the inside of a seashell.

You weren’t sure how long you had your hand on Loki’s, and you looked up in a hurry. Loki was smiling, and you could tell you had just missed his sentence.

“I’m not- I can’t” you began to say, but stopped. You looked at Loki for a few seconds and took your hand away. He looked confused, and maybe… Hurt?

You scolded yourself for thinking a god would feel that for you. You pushed past Loki, barely even caring if he was calling after you or not.

Meetings were the worst.

They were chores to everyone; meaning they were rushed through. You had a lot of trouble understanding them, but today was the worst.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Tony making top-class weapons and suits but not fixing your hearing aids when he was going over some procedure. There he was, lecturing in his state-of-the-art tower, and he couldn’t be bothered to take five minutes for a girl who had saved his life at least three times.

Your gaze settled outside the window, your thoughts wondering (mostly about Loki and his kind eyes…) when you saw Tony snap in front of your face.

You sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, when he did it again.

You looked towards him, around the room, where everyone was watching, waiting, to gauge your reaction.

You scoffed, not wanting to give anyone one. You simply stood up and walked out of the room.

You hugged your chest as you felt the doors slam behind you. You were beginning to walk down one of the long hallways when you felt someone turn you around.

Loki.

You tried to turn back around, but Loki’s grip was strong on your shoulders. You looked at him, and you could see his lips moving. He was saying your name.

“Y/N.” you looked away, not wanting him to see the tears filling your eyes.

Carefully, Loki laced his fingers under your chin so you were looking at him. Your breath caught at the small smile he gave you.

Are you okay?

You stared at Loki in bewilderment: Had he just ?

I hoped I’m doing this at least a little bit right. Loki signed. You laughed, amazed Loki would do something like this. His grin grew wider.

I started learning that day- Loki stopped, seeing your expression. “I just said something wrong, didn’t I?” you saw him say after you snorted. You nodded, and he looked embarrassed.

You felt courage well up in your chest, grabbing Loki’s wrist and leading him to sit on a nearby couch.

You sat as close as you could to him- Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. He was cool to the touch, and you could feel his breath on both of your hands.

You encased Loki’s palms in your own, and slowly began going through the alphabet.

A. Your fingers guided Loki’s in the correct position.

Loki stopped you at F, pressing your hand over his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, which made your own sped up.

“Y/N.” he said. Loki was so close, you could hear him. “Y/N.”

Loki slips his hand onto your neck and brings you towards him, capturing your lips in a simple, sweet, kiss.

You can swear you hear fireworks.

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supbeeches · 10 months

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PLEASE WHY IS THIS MAKINGME CRY FUCK IM SITTING HERE ITS THREEAM AND IM SOBBING. THIS IS ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED IN A FIC FUCK BROOOOOOO

Through Loki’s Eyes

i love x reader fics that are narrated from the other person’s point of view (i.e, not the reader) so i decided to do one for loki, as he’s been in my head all day…

Loki’s first instinct is to gasp when he feels your fingers on the bare skin of his back. You’re always so gentle with him- Something he’s not used to. You touch him as though he’s glass, and you don’t want him to break. Or cut you.

Instead, Loki opens his mouth slightly and lets out a sigh, allowing his head to fall back towards you. He can hear your breathing, light and steady. It comforts him.

Your fingers explore Loki’s back before they wrap around his stomach. He feels your lips against your neck; quickly followed by you burying your face against him. You trusted Loki to protect you from the world- Something he would die to do. And yet, he still had trouble expressing it.

Loki turns around, taking you in his arms. He revels for a moment in the idea that your body fits so perfectly against his. Loki knows every nook and cranny of you, every soft curve and sharp bone. Nothing made Loki more happy than knowing it was only him who knew you in this way, so intimately. However, he found himself frequently doubting if you felt the same. In the moment, Loki was certain you did. He knew you found him attractive. But that was only when you were on your own. What about when you see Loki standing next to his brother, or another warrior? Did you not begin to doubt your choice then?

Loki cups your face, kissing your temple and both eyelids before your mouth. He pulls away slowly, basking in the wondrous, wide-eyed look you’re giving him.

“Tell me again.” Loki murmurs, sucking on your neck. He needs to hear it- Loki can barely admit it to himself, but he craves the reassurance. “Please, tell me again.” his command comes out softer this time, more heartfelt. Of course, everything Loki said to you was heartfelt. Every single thing he did, he always had you on his mind.

You shiver in his arms, and Loki pulls you closer. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea- nakedness in the colder months. But Loki had wanted to feel you, all of you. He wanted to know you were with him.

“I love you.” you whisper. You turn your head against Loki’s hand to catch it in a kiss. The action, for some reason, breaks Loki’s heart. In a good, melancholic way. “I love you.” he hears you repeat. “Loki.”

Loki feels all sense leave his head at that. A warm feeling starts in his sternum, spreading throughout the whole of his torso. A feeling that only you could make him feel. It made him act kinder.

Loki reaches up and takes your hair out of the ponytail it had been in, shaking and smoothing it out around your shoulders. He wanted no reminder of the outside world- No clothes, no phones, no hairties. All of it, he wanted gone. Your focus was to be on him now, and his on you.

“You’re beautiful.” he tells you. It’s true: the very sight of you makes him breathless, and the thought of what you’ll be doing together excites him. “All I can think of is you.” he says, placing your hand on his cheek. “I can never quite shake you from my thoughts. Of late, I’ve stopped wanting to.” All Loki wants is to hold you. To take you to bed and never get back up. To live in your company and your company only, for the rest of time or his time. Whichever came first.

He’s trying to tell you he loves you back. Loki can’t say it, not explicitly. If he did, the power he had over you would be gone. It’s wrong, he knows, to lie, to almost play you like a puppet, but you couldn’t know how much of an affect you had on him. He would tell you sometime, yes, but later. For now, it felt good to just know, and act on that knowledge.

“You don’t need to be thinking of me when I’m right here.” you tell him, pressing your hand over his heart. That was something you did often- Did it soothe you to hear his heartbeat? Did you know you held his heart in your palm?

Loki thinks about your words. Clever girl.

“You entice me.” he says coolly.

He closes his eyes, pressing one last, long, kiss to your temple before picking you up. It’s time for you to distract Loki from… You.

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supbeeches · 10 months

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this is actually making me tear up bro.

first of all, this is so real.

second, you rarely ever get loki povs of like first time sex. so i am so grateful for this bro like WTF I AM GONNA CRY BRO.

thank you @lowkeyorloki

Loki’s Perspective

Hey guys- sorry it’s been awhile. I just moved into my college dorms for the first time. I’m kind of terrified to be writing this on college wifi, I’d hate for someone to find it, but oh well. This idea has been in my head awhile.

Basically, we have a lot of fics about the reader’s first time with Loki from the reader’s pov. I wanted to enlighten you all on what our favorite god would be thinking ;)

As always, hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think!

Above all else, Loki had but two things on his mind right now. He wasn’t thinking about his brother, father, kingdom, or threat of war that presented itself just outside his locked door. Nor was he thinking of any of the times he had done this past, or with whom he had done it with.

No, the god of mischief and tricks only had his mind on you. Your soft, cautious body pinned between Loki’s own and that of his mattress.

He had been waiting for this for so long.

You looked like a woman immortalized in tapestry. Your hair was loose, spread out around you in a wild mess brought about by Loki’s own fingertips. Your chest, and whole self, was completely free of clothes, much like Loki himself; and your lips were red and swollen already from being kissed so much.

If Loki wasn’t a god and didn’t know any better, he would have gotten on his knees and worshipped you then and there.

It was too much for him. Loki closed his eyes.

It wasn’t that he was inexperienced. There had been numerous times, and numerous men, women, and beings of other realms Loki had brought here. Stripped as he had you, and towered above them as he did now.

But it was you. It was oh-so-different with you.

Loki liked to be in control. In fact, he needed it. Craved it. His whole life, it was something he lacked. No control over his birthright. Always being the one to give and give and give love, never to receive it.

In his relationships, his trysts, Loki was never fully invested. Until he had met you, he thought he just wasn’t partial to romantic love. Even if he had been, no one would be allowed to know. Loki was a cool, calm, and sometimes cruel lover. He never loved back, and he played a game. This was how he liked it. It was safe. This kept the power, over himself and whatever being he may be playing the game with, firmly in his grip.

Until now.

Loki had never felt ecstasy such as this. Never had sweat formed on his brow from keeping cries of pure joy in. Never had he wanted to take slow, steady movements, whispering sweet nothings into the ear of which he was making love too.

It terrified him.

It was always Loki who made his lovers scream, made their backs arch off the surface he had planted them on. Beg for more, beg to go faster, be it whatever- the requests were never from Loki. He always climaxed after his partner, careful not to let them hear or witness all too much of him.

This was not the case with you.

Loki was having trouble controlling himself. The moans and groans he was keeping in seemed to be building up all the way from his stomach, and his arms were shaking from either side of you from pure want. Want to give out and feel every single bit of skin you had against Loki’s. He was snug inside you, but it wasn’t enough for him. He needed more.

Loki pulled his eyes back open with the tiniest gasp. He was too focused on sensations while they were closed.

Loki had always been able to trust himself. You were a threat to this.

But he couldn’t stop. Loki couldn’t stop if he wanted to. You were right here, encouraging him by breathing out his name and leaving scratches on his back. Your walls tight around his cock, and your eyes somehow still so, so, innocent.

Loki dropped his face to the crook of your neck, beginning to pepper kisses there. Your sweet smell enveloped him, and he felt part of his worries melt away. You couldn’t see how good you were making him feel, how vulnerable he really was with you, if his expression was hidden.

He allowed himself to moan ever so slightly next to his ear. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his back. And besides, Loki knew you- You could be so fickle, so quick to shrink back into yourself. Loki had to let you know he was enjoying this, because he knew you wouldn’t come back to him if he didn’t. The thought of that made Loki’s chest heavy.

“Loki.” he hears you, and this time, the moan that comes from the god is involuntary. He tries to cover it up by moving his kisses done to your breasts, hoping you’ll pay attention to what he’s doing instead of what he did. As he takes your nipple into his mouth, he hears you say,

“I love you.”

It’s no secret, your love for him. But the way you’re saying it, the predicament the two of you are in, the feel of firsts in the air- Loki almost comes right then and there. He loves you so much, more than you know, more than you could possibly ever love him, and it makes him feel so good when you tell him.

Loki is so caught up in the moment he almost says it back to you.

He doesn’t. He is grateful for this. Making love to you was a mistake enough. He couldn’t entirely let his walls down with you, no matter how much even his own body was betraying him.

“Sweet girl.” is how he responds. He means for it to come out in an almost condescending way, but it comes out dripping with emotion. Your eyes widen at him, and Loki literally can do nothing to stop himself from pressing his lips against yours in a slow, affection filled kiss. He needs this just as much as you.

Heneedsthisheneedsthisheneedsthisheneedsthis-

Loki cannot be like you. He can’t simply surrender himself. The possibilities that would open him up to…

Loki can’t be left. He had to remain the one who would leave.

But you were similar to him. You had surrendered to him now, sure. But it had taken Loki awhile to earn your trust, your love. He wouldn’t tell a soul, but that was his greatest accomplishment, getting you to love him. Loki had your faith and love in his palm, and he wanted to lock it deep in his heart where no one else could touch it, and where it would never break. Loki will keep you safe, no matter the cost.

Besides, maybe he didn’t even need to tell you he loved you. Perhaps you could tell by the way he snuck looks at you in the castle, or let his gaze and tone soften when they landed on you. You were a smart girl- you had to know how often after you ran away together Loki touched himself thinking of you.

Thinking of this, Your first time together.

Your climax is coming, Loki can tell- you had never done this before (something Loki had pushed far into the back of his mind, because you had chosen him. It was like you were letting him have something dear to you. It broke Loki’s heart, in the best and most tender way possible.), and Loki wanted you to be comfortable. He evened his pace, and pressed his forehead against your own to let you know he was present. Here for you. Willing to do anything for you except give himself up.

The sounds you made in Loki’s ear drove him to the edge as well, and he searched for your hand on the bed until he found it. Loki held it tightly, for reasons he wasn’t even sure of, but you held it back. That was all that mattered.

Your eyes were closed now, and Loki let his do the same, meeting you in the dark. He couldn’t contain it anymore, he let out a cry, timing it with your own to somewhat cover it, dropping his head back down to your shoulder so you couldn’t have it all. Not his noise and his expression. Loki felt a pang of regret as he realized he had not seen your face as you surrendered to the feeling he made you feel- but brushed the thought away quickly. He had seen it before. He would see it again.

After that, Loki let himself pant. He let his eyes close and his lips fall against your head. He held you as the aftershock claimed your body, coaxing you and letting you know he had enjoyed everything, just not the extent to which he actually had.

After some time passes, Loki feels you untangle yourself from his arms. He’s embarrassed to realize he’s almost asleep.

He watches you as you make your way over to your discarded gown, and realizes you’re about to leave. Loki feels bad that you don’t want to be with him anymore, but then remembers you probably think you can’t be. Loki had only ever had you in his room one other time, and it was during a particularly nasty fight. You most likely were unaware you were welcome.

Loki stands up, padding over to you, and hugs you from behind. You’re both naked, and Loki runs his hands over your soft belly, letting his lips roam over your neck.

“Stay.” he murmurs. “Stay, stay, stay.”

In the morning, Loki will still love you. But you still won’t know that, and he will act more aloof until there is another meeting like this, or until a situation calls for him not to be.

For now, you and Loki just sleep. Soundly.

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love love love love love

Dating Loki Headcanons…

Dating HCs ( Loki Laufeyson x GN!reader )

Warnings: SFW, gender neutral reader, mentions of loki being gender fluid, fluff, kissing, drinking, marijuana, domesticity, unedited, me lowkey roasting Loki

Word Count: 2.1K

Author’s Note: NO LOKI SPOILERS!! so i just finished the finale and… wow. feel free to send me a message about what you thought about it and/or some requests for loki :) i can also do requests for elaborating on these bullet points. also please correct me if i used improper terminology while writing about loki exploring himself as being gender fluid, i wrote it with my experience in mind though i understand that everyone is different.

Being Loki’s partner is not always easy.

Now, don’t get me wrong, loving Loki is nothing short of a magical experience. When you’re together is when you’re both happiest, it feels as if the stars align and a pleasant sense of peace settles over your conscious like morning fog.

Though, admittedly, loving him can be a bit dangerous. It’s electric. He fills you with energy and passion and power, yet if you’re not careful, you’ll get shocked.

Luckily, Loki is well-aware that he has some work to do when it comes to navigating his thoughts and feelings. While he may be proud and reluctant to admit his issues, he does force himself to do some inner-work for your sake.

He’s incredibly thoughtful when he wants to be. In the beginning of your relationship, it was easy for him to focus on himself. He’s a survivor and a schemer, he weighs his options and picks whichever benefits him the most.

However, as your relationship progresses, he learns to be more selfless. He eventually realizes that he’s happiest when you’re happiest. And over time, he switches his mentality from “how can I benefit from this?” to “how can we benefit from this?” You’re a team, in his mind. One cannot fail without everyone failing, and one cannot succeed without everyone succeeding.

He found that caring for others, specifically you, gets easier the more he does it. The more natural it becomes. He observes. He learns. And he forms habits.

After a particularly cold date involving an unanticipated rainstorm and only one available jacket, he always carries a spare sweater or coat with him, whether it be his or one of yours that he stole borrowed from your closet. And yes, he was a little too proud of himself the first time you needed the emergency sweater (definitely referred to himself as “insightful” and “genius” the rest of the day).

The ocean will dry up before there is a shortage of blankets at your house. He knows that he runs more than slightly cold, and he will not have you suffer from the fact. Heavy blankets for winter, fluffy blankets for autumn, light blankets for summer, knitted blankets for spring— this man could probably open up a blanket shop if he wanted to (he doesn’t, you made that joke already).

He has the smallest tendency to doubt himself. And by that I mean he is filled with self-doubt and insecurity about half the time. Not necessarily with day-to-day things. He knows that he can do chores, drive a car (barely but you’d never tell him that, you’d rather just insist on driving), charm just about anything that breathes, and summon anything he desires in a blink of an eye. But the small yet important things are what get the best of him. He worries you’ll find him to be too much work for what he’s worth. He stays up late at night, sure that one day he’ll step too far over the line. He’s nearly certain that you’ll eventually see through all his bells and whistles, and realize that he’s really not as magnificent as you had originally thought him to be.

Though, much to his fortune, you see through his bullshit. You know that he’s secretly insecure about your relationship and a lot of his qualities. And he’s forever grateful that you’re willing to look past his flaws and still love him. Or, in the very least, tolerate him.

Adjusting to life on Earth does spark a bit of an identity crisis within him. His life of luxury and royal privilege is gone. Though on the bright side, so is his life of torture and misery.

But nevertheless, he does find himself struggling to identify with the parts of himself that he was once so sure of.

He cuts his hair short and then grows it out. Changes his fashion tastes, changes the way he parts his hair, changes the literature he reads.

The changes don’t bother you, in fact you’re glad he’s finding healthy ways to adjust to this major lifestyle change.

At one point, Loki even changed his physical form. For a few weeks, he allowed himself to grow comfortable in his skin as a frost giant. While he didn’t feel entirely himself in this form, he was glad that after a few weeks the anxiety around it faded.

After trying out his form as a frost giant, Loki morphed into female form. While Loki was initially worried to see how you’d react to this change, she was pleased to find that you were happy as long as she was happy. For a few months, Loki remained in female form but ultimately reverted back to male form. Though on occasion he finds himself switching between the two.

He tends to be clingy. He likes to be touching you or have you touching him, though he enjoys when you’re both touching each other at the same time best. He likes it when you lay on top of him with your head on his chest, he likes to feel your heart beating against him. If you play with his hair, he’ll melt. He prefers keeping it long so you’ll braid it— he acts like he doesn’t enjoy you braiding his hair, but you know he does.

Kiss him on the tip of his nose. I dare you. He will turn dark pink before you even pull away.

He will never turn down the opportunity to hold you in his arms. He will kiss the top of your head if he can reach, and if he can’t, he’ll grow a few inches so that he can.

He enjoys cooking for you. There’s just something so simple yet domestic about cooking you something yummy. He’ll attempt to make all your favorite dishes and follow all of your dietary needs. No meat? No problem. No gluten? He’s got you covered. No dairy? He wouldn’t even think about adding some milk or throwing in some cheese as a harmless prank.

Which brings me to an important note: do not prank this man. He will take it personally. And he will not stop until he gets even with you and then some. Petty pranks don’t work on him either. Baby powder in the hair dryer is obvious and he’ll just point the dryer in your direction.

If he’s sick, good luck. You thought a god like him would be above a common cold. You were wrong. He gets super clingy, super whiny, super needy, and kinda turns into a dick. He needs to be spoiled. You need to treat him like he’s dying and these are his last days. If you try to pull “I can’t kiss you, I’ll get sick”— good luck with trying to get him to stop pouting. Don’t say I didn’t warn you (definitely push multivitamins on him for your sake).

He takes the longest in the bathroom when he’s getting ready. Which is ridiculous because he can simply poof! himself into an image of perfection. You’re starting to think he enjoys how irritated you get when he makes you late.

Also, warning! He’s an attention whore, to simply put it. He likes the spotlight, especially when it’s your spotlight. Shower him with affection please, it’s the only way he’ll ever shut his mouth. He’s not scared of causing a scene if it means he gets to spend some more quality time with you. It’s cute but you hate it.

I don’t make the rules, but Loki definitely shaves his legs in the shower because he likes how smooth they are. If you don’t like it, stay mad about it.

While Loki is fancy as fuck, he does love the outdoors. Earth is a beautiful planet, even if he is reluctant to admit it. He loves nature, specifically green forests, sandy beaches, and wild animals.

Side note: never take this man to the zoo. You thought he’d enjoy it because of his love of animals. He ended up freeing about half the animals in the zoo and breaking into about a dozen of the enclosures.

He does not understand the internet at all. Memes? Yeah, not his cup of tea. Though there has been a handful of times you’ve found him smirking over some internet articles, only to find that he enjoys reading insane “Florida man” stories. And he’s also not above arguing with people on Facebook and Twitter. Be careful though because he will throw his iPad across the room and throw a temper tantrum over some “abstract imbeciles.”

He loves dancing. He loves dancing with you even more. He’s got some pretty good ballroom dancing moves but he’s a little clueless when it comes to hip-hop.

Very protective over you. Almost to a dangerous extent. Definitely the type that’s ready to throw down with the first person that looks at you funny. If you get catcalled, hold this motherfucker back because he’s already got a knife in his hand.

Surprisingly, he likes kids. He’s not particularly sure if he wants to have children himself, but it’s definitely a conversation he’s interested in having with you in the future. If you’re against having children, he’s unbothered. If you’re interested in adding members to your family of two in the future, he’s ready whenever you are.

He’s not a huge fan of pets. Though if you already have a pet when you meet or get a pet as a surprise while you’re together, he’s not too bothered by their existence. Definitely gets jealous of the attention your pet receives though. He fits the role of “I did not want this animal but, for some reason, it loves me the most which means I will kill anyone that dares to hurt it.” You tease him when you catch him playing with the pet he didn’t want.

Also, Loki’s a lightweight. Which you find hilarious, because it is funny even if he pouts every time you tease him. He gets incredibly rowdy when he drinks, expect singing, dancing, and broken glasses. He also gets very touchy so don’t be afraid to bop him on the nose if he’s doing too much.

It takes a few years of Loki exploring Earth’s culture before he grows comfortable with the idea of smoking marijuana. But once you explain to him that it’s perfectly safe and that you’ll be by his side the whole time, he’s open to trying it. When Loki is high, expect lots of flirting, lots of touching, and lots of giggling. Don’t even bother playing a stupid comedy movies because he won’t watch it. He wants to spend this high cuddling you and discussing bizarre subjects. Pray this man doesn’t get the munchies because he’ll clear out your whole kitchen. Keep water on hand because he will definitely complain incessantly if he experiences cotton mouth. But if he’s lucky enough to not have an abnormally dry mouth, he would definitely encourage a lazy make out session.

He will definitely come up with a number of super creative terms of endearment for you, but some of his more generic favorites are sweetheart, darling, dear, and love.

Please please please make fun of his Asgardian accent. Mock him, dress up as him and run around the house pretending to be him. Please!!

He also has a thing for you wearing his clothes. I won’t go in depth (unless you want me to) but it does things to him.

You bought him a multi-color beanie with a pom pom sewn to the top of it. You were able to trick him into wearing it once (you told him it was peak Midgard fashion) but Stark ruined it. If you wear this beanie it will still do things to him.

Please let this man style your hair, or at the very least let him wash it when you shower together. But if you let him style it, he’ll get all giddy. You’ve caught him practicing his braiding technique multiple times.

He will want to spoil you. He doesn’t really understand money, and he definitely doesn’t understand what a budget is. But if he sees something that makes him think of you, he’ll buy it. Maybe even buy several of the same item. Please let him shower you with gifts, it’s one of his love languages.

His other love languages? I’m gonna have to go with all. Definitely a sucker for physical affection, but also won’t turn down a genuine act of service or quality time. Also compliment him. Like, a lot.

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I do love you! || Loki Laufeyson x reader || 18+ ||

Back to one-shots for a while so I can take a break. Kinktober will be continued but... not through October. It will be completed eventually but my best friend was right when she said that doing something every day wouldn't be easy. (God, don't let her read this, she won't shut up about it ¬.¬)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

My Main Masterlist

Summary: you come across Loki and someone conversing in the hallway and you mistake it for him cheating.

Warnings: misunderstanding, angst, self-hatred, smut, dagger play, Loki, minors DNI, 18+!

Upon many other things, you knew that Loki would be loyal to you. Granted, you weren't a thing, per-se. You simply met in abandoned gardens and indulged in the throes of pleasure with one another, the only problem was that you were gaining feelings for the Dark Prince.

As you were walking through the Palace's halls, you heard the sound of a woman and a man conversing in low whispers. Now, normally this wouldn't bother you but the low tone of the male's voice signalled to you that it was Loki.

"Now remember," he was whispering as you pressed your back to the wall at the corner, listening intently, "this is to remain a secret."

"Yes, my Prince," the woman whispered and you heard the gentle noise of a kiss being pressed to Loki's cheek. "I shall see you tonight," the woman whispered before walking in the opposite direction.

Without another prompt, you pushed away from the wall and retreated to your quarters in the opposite wing of the palace. Of course his interests are lying elsewhere these days, you thought bitterly as you pushed the heavy door to your chambers closed, who were you in the face of some beautiful woman?

Your throat became tight and tears rose into your eyes before you could stop them and you simply froze and admired how much your heart could break. You weren't even a thing! You were just meeting up and... and, to you, it felt more like making love than just a sexual norm. You hated thinking about love but your heart felt like it had been sawed in two and left to rot. Dear Norns, you realised quickly, I'm in love with him.

This wasn't meant to happen! It was just meant to be a tryst before Odin sells him off to be wed to a noblewoman! It wasn't about feelings! Norns, you'd let it become about feelings.

Mind made, you speedily removed your day dress and robed yourself with the evening outfit that you usually wore on the nights where you wished to meet with Loki. All dressed up and prepared, you departed from your chambers to dine with the Queen and her sons.

"Lady Y/N," Frigga greeted with a warm smile, gesturing to the seat beside Loki, "please, come sit."

You curtsied to the monarch before walking over to your usual seat beside Loki but only giving him a curt nod before digging into your prepared food waiting for you at the table. Loki's fingers attempted to hold your hand beneath the table but you ripped your hand away, sending him a furious glare and not even flinching at the surprised hurt on the God's face. Good, you thought with a scowl, let him know I won't stand for this relationship anymore.

"Are you alright?" the Prince asked after filling up his chalice with wine and frowning when you declined his offer for the drink.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you snapped, cutting into the boar meat and chewing it, seeing how Loki's eyes became alight with worry and confusion. "I wish to speak with you," you whispered in the tone only Loki could hear, "after supper by the oak tree in the garden."

Loki nodded and made a distance between the two of you, a deep frown painted over his face as he thought over what he had done that might make you feel this way toward him. "I shall await you there, my Lady," Loki replied curtly before returning to his meal.

When you were finished with your meal, you returned to your chambers and ensured that all of your makeup was removed so that if you were going to cry tonight, it would not be evident with eye makeup dripping down your cheeks.

Once you knew supper was over, you ventured out into the gardens and found Loki waiting underneath the oak tree as you requested. The Prince was wearing his lounging attire, the leather pants pressed tightly against his legs, his thighs practically bulging through the material. You gulped as you stepped closer, unwilling to give this up.

Loki spotted you instantly and a bright smile lit up on his face as he stepped close to you. His hands outstretched and prepared to embrace you, he hesitated. You paused just out of his reach and nervously played with the hem of your sleeve.

"Love," the God whispered, his voice so quiet and gentle that you shuddered and savoured the tone as you knew tonight this would have to end, "what is the matter?"

"I wish to return to Midgard," you replied quickly, your eyes straying away from his face to the tree behind him, hiding the agony it caused you to say those words.

Pain rushed through Loki's heart when you said those words. Why does she wish to leave? What did I do wrong? the Prince wondered as he stepped forward, your name a breathless whisper on his lips as he desperately reached for your hand, only for you to tug it away.

"I wish to return to Midgard, Loki," you said, a bit more firmly this time even if your veins stung beneath your skin with the temptation to cry, "I have to leave."

Loki's brow furrowed as he studied your face, he saw how your face contorted, attempting to hide your pain from him. Loki didn't understand why you were so distant to him but he just knew that somehow, he had hurt you.

"My love, you needn't leave," the God whispered, fighting himself to keep calm so that you would be able to remain calm too, "why do you wish to leave?"

"Because you have found someone else!" you shouted, your hands curling into fists as you glared at the God of Mischief. You watched his expression change to become more confused as he stared down at him and you scoffed, "don't pretend that you're not! I heard you!"

Loki faltered and tried to recount his experiences in the past few days that might have been taken out of proportion but his silence unnerved you and you pushed him away. "I can't believe I fell for it!" you snarled, watching as Loki flinched and looked pleadingly into your eyes, "I can't believe I allowed you to worm your way into my heart and shatter it!"

"Darling-" Loki began but you were too quick.

"Of course I fell for your illusions, for the promise of what we could be and not what we really are!" you yelled, tears dripping down your cheeks as you backed away from the Norse God, "this was supposed to be nothing!"

Loki's eyes widened and his heart cracked under your meaning and he took a brave step towards you, "Y/N..."

"Save it!" you growled, your eyes burning from the tears falling, "you don't love me!"

"Of course I love you!" Loki retorted, his emerald eyes reflecting the same pain that you knew was showing in your own eyes, "there is not a night where I go to bed without you on my mind! You are so different to the ladies I have been offered! You enjoy books, you enjoy magic, you entertain yourself with baking with the cooks and you're the first to not care about Thor!"

You froze and stared at the Prince in shock, tears building up like glittering walls in your eyes. This Prince had such a hold on you that even now, he was charming you into forgetting what you had seen this morning. "But I... I heard you," you whispered brokenly, allowing Loki to step close enough to hold your forearms.

"I would never lower myself to a level where I would hurt you, beloved," Loki whispered gently, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, "the only people I have spoken to today are mother and a maid assisting me with a task."

The sweet voice of the woman from this morning floated through your ears and you scowled, crossing your arms and glaring at the Prince, "oh, so you have been sneaking around with a maid?!"

"Y/N..." Loki sighed, hanging his head before cupping your cheek and forcing you to look into his eyes, "trust me. I love you! Of course I love you!"

You frowned and your watery eyes released their tears as you stared into Loki's beautiful emerald eyes. The firm yet gentle hold that Loki had on your cheek was private, intimate, meant for that of a lover. Your heart raced as the Prince's eyes dropped down to your lips and he whispered hesitantly, "may I?"

You nodded hesitantly but the hesitation was knocked out of you once his lips pressed against yours. You smiled into the kiss, his timid posture giving you the image of someone who desperately needed to prove himself to you but also wanted you to forgive him. You did.

"Prince Loki?" came a soft voice and you pulled away, turning your head at the familiar voice and your face hardened at the sight of the woman in front of you.

She was perfect. Beautiful blonde locks, hourglass figure, rounded breasts and plump lips. She was perfect for Loki. The maid was unphased by your jealous glare as she approached Loki with a mahogany box and the Prince took it, murmuring a small 'thank you' before the girl curtsied and scurried off.

"What is that?" you demanded, jealousy running through your blood as you glared at the Prince. He had just taken a gift from the aforementioned maid and thought nothing of it!

Loki looked down at you and his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he gently lifted the clasps and opened the box, revealing a beautiful dagger within. "I had this made just this morning," the Prince whispered, admiring the curve of the blade and the engraving on it.

"kropp og sjel, vi kaller hverandre våre hjerter?" you whispered, admiring the engraving before feeling Loki tense beside you and you looked up at him only to see him staring at you intently.

"Body and soul, we call each other our hearts," Loki translated, his caress of the blade mesmerised you before he flipped it so the handle was facing you, "how much Norweigian do you know, darling?"

You crossed your arms and smirked, "mer enn du tror, ugagn."

Loki chuckled and shook his head, "let's prove that, shall we?"

The God gently cupped your cheek and looked down at your lips, whispering a soft 'Kan jeg?' before you nodded and he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss slowly became something more and your body was firmly pressed against the oak tree as his hands roamed down your skirts before they dissolved and left you bare for him. "Naken for meg, min kjære?" Loki cooed and your thighs pressed together at how amazing how voice sounded when he used his native tongue.

His kisses began to slowly move away from your lips and down your body, his teeth nibbling softly at your neck before he edged down further, his tongue swirling over one of your nipples before he latched on and you moaned in bliss.

His hand roamed down your skin and crept into your centre, cupping your heat and gently brushing his fingers against the sensitive bud of your clit. You gasped and bucked into his hand and Loki bit down gently on your nipple before pulling away and growling, "flytt og jeg skal stoppe."

You hummed and began to focus on the movements of your body, crying out as his mouth moved down to connect to your swollen clit and his fingers brushed at your entrance. His mouth was an expert in your pleasure, his tongue flicking at the most sensitive areas of your clit and swirling around, causing your legs to quake and your brows to furrow in tortured concentration.

The God beneath you lapped up your juices and growled against your desperate pussy as you moaned, one of your hands dropping down to bury your fingers in his hair.

You whined softly as Loki increased the speed of his tongue circling your clit, deep breaths becoming harder and harder to take as your orgasm built up and you gasped as your fingers curled in his raven hair, "L-Lokii! Mmm, fuck, make me cum, baby, min konge, min elskede, min skjebne, make me cum!"

Obediently, Loki continued lapping at your pussy as he inserted two fingers into your desperate cunt, fucking you hard and curling the fingers to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars and you screamed as your thighs clamped around his head, your hips rocking against his mouth as your climax hit you like a wave. You rode out your high on his face and whined when Loki pulled his fingers out of you.

With a sultry smirk, Loki brought his fingers up to his mouth and lapped your juices off the lithe appendages. You whined and your cunt clenched at the sight of your God appreciating the taste of your pussy. "Such an addicting taste, kjaere," the Prince whispered, his eyes never leaving yours as his now cleaned hand speedily moved down his body and pulled his leather pants away from his body, revealing the straining cock beneath.

Your back firmly pressed against his chest, Loki bent you over and your hands gripped desperately to the oak tree in front of you. You were slowly lifted back up as Loki's cock nudged into you and the reason why you didn't dare to bend back down and enjoy the pleasure was the feeling of the smooth blade pushing against your neck. You stared down at the dagger in shock, desperately wanting to scream at Loki and demand to know what he was doing but one powerful thrust cut off your sentence and forced a pleasured cry to topple from your mouth instead.

Loki groaned as your cunt welcomed his cock and hugged him perfectly. The pleasure was multiplied with the blade to your neck, the threat of death ensuring that your body was gushing with pleasure. With every thrust, you threatened to lean forward and desperately grab the tree but a firm press of the blade against your neck kept you secured in place.

"You feel utterly divine, my love," Loki whispered in your ear as his thrusts became more powerful, his brows pulling together as the bliss overtook him and he was driven solely by his pleasure and your pleading moans.

The overwhelming pleasure that you were feeling had you drunk on the power that Loki gave off. The constant threat of your life being taken away with just a firm swipe of the blade at your neck and the force of his cock ploughing into you had you moaning louder, your orgasm approaching quickly.

"L-Loki," you stammered, drool dripping out of your lips and down your cheek before pooling on the tip of the blade. The God moaned in your ear as the sound of his hips slapping against your ass reverberated off the walls surrounding the garden. "H-help m-me cu-cum," you whispered, your hand reaching up and firmly holding his that was holding the dangerous blade to your neck.

"Du søker lykke, kjærlighet? Du søker å vite hvordan jeg elsker deg? Ta det, min kjære, ta det og se hvor mye kjærligheten min brenner for deg!" Loki moaned, his hips pistoning in and out of you as your body shuddered and your orgasm hit you like a wave.

You moaned to Valhalla, your body ceasing up with the pleasure and your mind was free for minutes afterwards. Distantly, you heard the pleasured groan of your lover as he released his hot seed inside you and felt as he gently pulled out of you.

When you were lucid once more, you were laid on a picnic blanket and dressed in one of your nightgowns. Loki was sat beside you with a smile on his face and you smiled back at him, your head resting on his lap.

"Loki?" you whispered softly, hearing him hum in reply and you grinned, "use the dagger more often."

Loki released a loud chuckle and he leaned against the great oak as he stared up at the sky full of stars.

"Ja, min skjebne."

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Translations:

mer enn du tror, ugagn - more than you know, mischief

kan jeg? - can I?

Naken for meg, min kjære? - naked for me, my love?

min konge, min elskede, min skjebne - my king, my love, my destiny

Du søker lykke, kjærlighet? Du søker å vite hvordan jeg elsker deg? Ta det, min kjære, ta det og se hvor mye kjærligheten min brenner for deg! - You seek bliss, love? You seek to know how I love you? Take it, my love, take it and see how much my love burns for you!

Ja, min skjebne - yes, my destiny

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tis v slay

The Black Queen

Summary: An evening at Prince Thor's naming day ball, leaves you with a conflicted head, and heart.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Wordcount: 1k

A/N: This is for @salenorona23 who left me a request. I'm thinking of doing a part 2 but only if people would read it, so let me know in the comments.

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Your very being exudes power. You are a queen. You command armies. You rule an entire realm. This is apparently intimidating to some men; the type of men who demand respect without doing anything to earn it. The ones who want a woman to live in their shadows, the ones who want a maid, not a life partner.

However you needed a consort, the laws of your realm were very clear and very hard to change, you had tried. So for the past several years of your life, you had been searching, not necessarily for love, you weren’t foolish enough to believe that love was something you’d ever have but you at least wanted someone you didn’t hate. Lords from all over the nine realms had come to attempt to win over your favor. The issue you faced was weeding out the ones who saw you as nothing more than a stepping stone to their own throne.

Like this idiot.

“So what other things do you do? Needlepoint? Knitting perhaps,” the snide man whose name you never bothered to learn asks. You were growing increasingly more frustrated the more this man talked to you. You were in attendance for a ball being thrown on Asgard, Prince Thor’s naming day ball as well as a celebration of the Warriors Three’s latest victory. You were dressed in finery, a silken gown in a deep blue color cascading down your body. The dress had sheer scooping sleeves which rested parallel to your collarbones. Running up your forearms were matching arm braces, they were metal and looked entirely decorative depicting the image of shooting starts intertwined with one another, but could be used to deflect a blade if need be. Speaking of blades you had several hidden on your body, and were growing ever more tempted to use one on the insufferable man next to you.

“I think it’s just wonderful that women have found things to do to occupy their time, one must get so bored waiting at home all the time.”

“I’m afraid My Lord, that I do not often have the pleasure of indulging myself in hobbies, I am much too busy ruling my kingdom. But I should hope that whoever I shall marry will have their own ways to occupy their time. When they wait for me at home as you put it.”

Alas, your blades were not needed this time as the man sputtered and excused himself when your words reached him.

“Who needs blades when you have barbs that sharp” a voice called from behind you.

“I take pride in my ability to handle fools, as I’m sure you do as well.” You turned your torso slightly to be able to get a better look at the raven-haired man to your left. “They call you silver-tongued do they not, Prince Loki?”

The Prince raised his eyebrow in your direction wetting his lip with his tongue. “It is one of my titles, yes.” He smirked in a roguish way while making his way towards you. In one hand he held a goblet, full of what you can only assume to be wine. “I seem to recall they call you the Black Queen if I’m not mistaken.” His tone was sultry in a way that sent shivers up your spine.

“I have not heard that name in years, it's a shame, I was quite fond of it.” In a brazen move that you might scold yourself for later, you grab the goblet out of his hand and take a sip. Mead. the sweetness hits your tongue and causes a smile to involuntarily spread across your face.

“It is lovely to meet someone interesting at one of these things, usually I turn to making mischief to entertain myself.” The raven-haired prince said.

“Well, I’m happy to amuse you, your highness” You responded. “Although I suppose I should be spending my time trying to find a suitor, as was my intention when I arrived.”

He raised an eyebrow at this, “A suitor? But don’t you already have a throne?” He questioned, genuine curiosity bleeding through his words.

“That I do, but the laws of my kingdom are clear, I must find a consort and soon if I were to remain in power.” It wasn’t like you to divulge this much information, especially to someone you had just met. But something about the Prince made him easy to talk to, which was dangerous in more ways than one.

“And who, may I ask, will take the throne if this fails to happen.” He tilted his head to the side and his eyes bore into your own. The green pools full of something mysterious, something alluring, something disastrous.

“I am my father’s only heir. If I were to be forced to forfeit the throne, the custom in my kingdom is a tournament. The lords will fight amongst themselves with the weapon of my choosing until one is victorius, he will be named king. And as much as I would love to witness the lords fighting to the death, I would much rather keep my crown.” You explained.

“My brother, the blonde oaf fumbling about the other side of the ballroom, is also looking for a suitor. It might be worth pursuing, you both are heirs to your own thrones and while he may be dull, you’ll not find a better option. Besides, he’s not looking for love, only a match that will stop Father from pestering him. I’d imagine you’re somewhat the same in that regard.” Loki’s words caused you to pause. Never in a millenia would you have throught that he would offer Thor instead of himself. From what you’ve heard he was very self-serving. You heard of his play to take the crown and while his attempt had failed you would’ve thought he’d vye for yours once he knew it was possible.

“You seem a strong ruler, I’d hate for you to lose your crown becuase of a foolish law.” He took his goblet out of your hand and began to turn away. You let him

Your mind was muddled, and you had no idea what to think. You could not deny the attractiveness of the younger prince, he was witty and cunning and very very handsome. It also seemed that he respected you, thought of you as a good leader and wished the best for you. In a few short moments he had contradicted everything you had evr heard of him. You were left with one thought reigning over all the others in your mind.

Thor was not the prince you wanted.

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