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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Love That Could Have Been

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader, Sylvie x fem!reader?

Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Sad? Reader is just talked about, not present, mostly just angst

A/N: Wrote this a while ago, here you go!

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“What about you? Any Princesses? Or perhaps, princes?”

“A little bit of both.” Loki responded, eyebrows furrowed, looking to be deep in thought, seeming with mournful eyes.

Sylvie looked at Loki with a curious gaze, trying to figure out what the variant was thinking. She waited a moment before choosing to change the subject, but before she could open her mouth, she was cut off.

“Well… There was someone..” He mumbled, full of uncertainty and regret.

“Who?” Sylvie gently asked, not wanting to push.

Loki observed how Sylvie tilted her head trying to show her curiosity. He noticed a look in her eyes, a look of hope, love, and… Recognition? He wasn’t sure… Did she know who he was talking about?

“She- She was my everything.”

Something flickered in Sylvie’s eyes as he said that. Her head whipped up so fast he thought she might get whiplash and her eyes went wide, begging him to continue. After a moment of silence due to Loki’s surprise, Sylvie started, eyes pleading him to elaborate.

“She?” Sylvie offered.

“Yeah, She. She was the best thing I had.” He paused and looked at Sylvie, who looked down, reminiscing of something. Her eyes soft, which was new to him considering how she wouldn’t even trust him to stay on guard while she slept.

Now Loki was curious; what or who was she thinking of? Loki continued after receiving an eager nod from Sylvie, beckoning him to keep going.

“She was always there. Always on my side. Other than my mother, and I suppose my brother, she was the only one to truly love me, for me. There were three people in this world, or I guess timeline,”

Sylvie nodded at his recognition.

“that actually loved me. And she loved me the most. Even when she was not there, I felt loved.”

Loki looked up with happy, lovesick eyes and smiled before his expression dropped.

Sylvie had a look of sympathy in her eyes, like she understood; and maybe she did.

“She was an girl from another realm, a princess actually.”

At this Sylvie’s head shot up from looking at the wooden table with wide eyes. If she wasn’t already listening, she was now.

“I knew her ever since we were young. You see, since she was princess, she would often come on Royal business with her mother. So, when both of us weren’t needed we would go off on our own. Even then I had a fascination for her.” Loki boasted.

Sylvie and Loki both smiled at the thought of her.

“And her name was-“

“[Name].” Sylvie sighed, cutting him off. A saddened look plastered upon her pale face. Shock rippled through Loki as she finished his sentence.

“[Name]- Yeah- Wait, hang on. How do you know [Name]?”

Loki asked adamantly, unbelieving that Sylvie, a runaway Loki variant, knew the love of his life.

“Believe it or not, I am still a Loki variant. I knew [Name]. She used to come to Asgard when I was little too. We used to so much together. I often asked for her to stay over and we would have sleepovers…”

Sylvie said, mumbling the last sentence.

Crossing her arms and resting them on the table, she smiled at the table before sighing. Her eyes darting around as if to not keep eye contact. The comfort she once had seemingly left her body; like a criminal leaving a crime site.

Loki was gazing at the table, the corners of his lips quirked upward softly. His chest rose and fell in a calm and steady rhythm, like he was at peace just thinking about the princess.

“I… I asked her to marry me.”

Loki said slowly, eyes flickering between Sylvie and the table. Sylvie gently rested her head on the table over her crossed arms. Sylvie brought her eyes to meet Loki’s, nodding slowly, letting him know to continue.

“She was on Asgard and we had been together for a few years by then…”

Loki let a long breath and softy smiled.

“She had just been talking with Thor regarding Asgard’s allies and I asked if I could pull her away for a moment,”

Loki paused, sighing before continuing.

“When Thor agreed, I took her to the garden. There was just the most beautiful flowers there, it was perfect. She…She looked curious and ever so slightly concerned. She- She really cares about me.”

Loki said smiling, whispering the last part softy, like a well kept secret.

“I told her that she was the best thing that ever happened to me, and that ever since I was young, she was always there for me.”

Sylvie smiled softly, and nodded gently, as a sign she was listening.

“I got down on one knee and pulled out this beautiful gold ring that held an emerald. She looked at me like I was pranking her, but none-the-less, she had tears swelling in her eyes. I said ‘[Name], you have cause me the most joy I have ever had and I hope I can cause you that much joy, forever more…Will you marry me?’” Loki finished.

Sylvie watched Loki closely, waiting for [Name]’s answer.

“Well?” Loki looked at Sylvie and chuckled softly.

“Well… She didn’t believe me at first…” Loki chuckled, a look of fondness in his eyes.

“I don’t blame her,” He continued.

“I am the God of Mischief. After she looked at me like I was pranking her, she pulled me up and kissed me. Saying how if I were lying that she wouldn’t talk to me for a month.” Loki said, chuckling again.

“I said that I would never joke about this. And instantly she said, ‘yes’.” Loki said, beaming at Sylvie

Sylvie smiled back at him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Loki noticed this, tilting his head slightly, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sylvie avoided his watchful eye, finding the table in front of her suddenly very interesting.

“Did… Did you… Did you marry her?” Sylvie asked softly,-which was very out of character for her- eyes full of hope and longing.

Loki looked down at the table, the smile once on his face had fallen.

“Yes, I did but…” Loki sighed.

“But?” Sylvie offered again.

“But about two weeks after the wedding, is when Thor was to be crowned king. That’s when my jealousy got the best of me. And when I let the Frost Giants in Asgard.” Loki finished, eyes drowning in regret.

Sylvie opened her mouth like she was going to say something but quickly closed it, deciding against it.

“Shortly after is when I faked my death. I haven’t seen her since.” Loki added, letting out a deep breath, head lowering.

“What happened?” Sylvie asked carefully, leaning closer to make sure she hears everything.

“My nexus event was me escaping with the tesseract during the alien attack on New York.” Loki explained slowly.

“I was supposed to go back to Asgard with Thor. My mother was too die and I was to be in a prison cell. I was to be aloud out to help Thor’s Midgard girl, where I faked my death again. I took on the role of Odin and [Name]was always by my side.” He said smiling.

“I was to meet my sister, Hela, with Thor and help fight her, trying to protect Asgard and [Name].”

Sylvie looked at the table once again, and sighed.

“It looks like happy endings with [Name] are just not in the cards for us.”

“I guess not.” Loki replied dejectedly.

The two were silent for a while after, both reflecting on the choices in their lives. And how in the galaxy did it come to this, being on the run from the TVA for ‘straying’ from their predetermined timelines.

And why could they not be happy.

A/N: Another fic just in my drafts, need to let them out and fly! Hope you like it!

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jays-pen · 2 years

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Genderfluid pride with Loki

💗🤍💜🖤💙

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galadrail · 6 months

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Loki season 2 spoiler !!

Ok but man if Mobius can choose between stayed with loki and return to his real life he was just choosing Loki

And I found that horrible that je can't just choose, because we all know that wasn't the things he want to have to just going in this life

And Loki know this too, I things that also why he want him to come back, because she know that Mobius didn't want that

(Also because she want his friends back but you know I found this logically too)

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denwenai · 4 months

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found this sketch from a couple months ago and it reminded me i haven't finished loki s2 yet and somehow i made it this far without spoilers. i just hope they didn't ruin anything, and if you watched s1 you know what i'm talking about

#loki #loki genderfluid #my art #loki fanart #artists on tumblr #artistas argentinos #sketch #digital art #clip studio paint #wacom art

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nkrisztina100 · 1 month

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#loki #ai art community #midjourneyart #ai art #ai generated #loki in bed #loki and dog #dog #loki in bed with dog #painting style #genderfluid loki #loki genderfluid #genderfluid #bisexual loki #bisexual

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of-asgaard · 1 year

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Loki...

art by elenaf.m

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki laufeydottir #lady loki #marvel #loki fandom #loki comics #loki agent of asgard #loki god of stories #loki genderfluid

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aurora-starwars · 2 years

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Cute No Matter What

Pairing: GenderFluid!Loki x Stark!Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader learning that Loki is gender-fluid and changes appearance accordingly, Established Relationship

Word Count: 897

Warnings: slight mention of gender? none other wise! Enjoy!

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Only a few months had gone by since [Name] and Loki met. In the few months they knew each other the two had spent majority of their time together. The two were practically inseparable, only really separating when [Name] had school or if one was in desperate need of an audience with someone. So, it was only natural that Loki knew many things about [Name]; and in turn, [Name] knew many things about Loki. It would come to surprise to many that knew Loki that [Name] didn’t know one very important fact about Loki.

Loki is genderfluid.

It was common knowledge that the young shapeshifter would often shift his appearance to accommodate to his gender perception of himself at the time. But that hadn’t happen yet in the time they knew each other.

This all came to [Name] all of a sudden one day after school.

It had been a long day at school for [Name]; between the constant questions about her father and the teachers that decided to make [Name] stay an extra two hours, she was exhausted. Walking through the door of the elevator, she made her way to enter her room on the other side of the floor. Tony had given [Name] and Loki and guests they wanted to have, their own corridor. Saying something about that they would talk too loud into the night and that they seemed to have too much fun together or something stupid. [Name] thought it was sweet; not something he would give to just anyone.

Opening the door to her room she was met with a familiar face with a completely unfamiliar look. Loki was sat on the couch closest to the door she had just opened and was dressed in an entirely typically feminine outfit, well as typically feminine as Asgardian clothing goes, completed with long flowing hair that seemed to frame her face perfectly. As soon as she saw Loki, [Name]’s jaw dropped and her face warmed with a familiar flush that she would get around Loki, but this felt different. Why was she this worked up? Loki had looked up from her book when she heard a something hit the ground near the door. Loki looked towards the figure in the doorway and upon seeing [Name] and her fallen bag, she smiled stood to approach her.

“Hi love! How was your day?” Loki asked in a velvet tone that made [Name] want to melt.

Loki was met with silence, noticing this, she quickly scanned [Name]’s shocked and flustered face. [Name]’s face was a flushed red and her eyes were frantically looking all around Loki, seemingly trying to take her all in. Loki has never seen her this way. It was only then that Loki registered why Mataya was acting this way. She had never seen Loki in her most feminine form; or any feminine form really.

Loki put her hand on the side of [Name]’s face and tried to pull her attention away from the rest of her body.

“Darling, are you-” Loki began before she was cut off.

“You’re hot.” [Name] said simply, face more flushed than before, if that is even possible.

“Like really, really pretty. What the hell.” Loki could only grin, she knew that she had an effect on the young Stark, but to get this reaction? She was not going to forget this.

“I think I have forgotten to tell you that I am genderfluid and this happens sometimes.” Loki explained plainly. [Name] grabbed the sides of Loki’s face and brought her in for a loving kiss.

“I fucking love you.” [Name] whispered the moment they separated. There was only pure love and adoration in her eyes when gazed into Loki’s eyes.

“I- You are quite cute when you are that flustered, you know that?”

“Oh my g-” [Name] shoved her face in Loki’s shoulder in an attempt to hide her burning face. Loki could only giggle while she pulled [Name] closer to her body.

“Why haven’t you shifted to look like this before, if you don’t mind me asking.” [Name] asked in a soft but unsure voice.

“Hmmm, I am not quite sure. Maybe it’s because I met you as a ‘boy’ and I fell in love with you as a ‘boy’ and so part of me loved how you would treat me as a ‘boy’ and I guess my gender reflected that for the last few months. But I was having a very feminine day, and you wearing that dress just sparked my feminine side to take over. But please don’t treat me any different, despite the fact that I don’t look the ‘boy’ you met or fell in love with, I still am Loki. Still dagger loving, snake shifting, chaos loving partner that loves you to other realities and back. Although, I wouldn’t mind if you treated me as your girlfriend.” A single tear left Loki’s left eye and Mataya reached to softly wipe it away.

“Loki, you know that I love you. Every single part of you. I will never treat you like you any different because you aren’t always a ‘boy’. I love you, and I have to say, you are the most beautiful girlfriend I could ever ask for.”

Loki looked longingly into her eyes smiling before tucking her head in [Name]'s neck and mumbling a soft,

"I love you so much, my love."

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i-am-iron-man-3000 · 2 years

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Women of Marvel Appreciation post part 2

Fucking badasses through and through

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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hiya! can i request a one shot for nonbinary genderfluid loki with a nonbinary reader who’s a lesbian and very much in love with loki, and one day they’re sitting at the bar together during a stark party or smth. and some manky cishet white man™️ shield agent comes up and tries to ask reader out, loki is in fem form and it just slips his obnoxious straight mind that lesbians exist and while he tries to flirt with reader loki is just trying not to laugh at this man’s pathetic attempt to flirt with their darling and loki and r just burst out laughing when the man uses the worst pick line ever or smth and they explain they’re lesbians and he gets all embarrassed and stomps away. just loki finding it hilarious when a man tries to flirt with their gay little sweetheart lmao

also, i love you’re writing! and would you write for kate bishop? <3

Move along buddy

"You should take it a little easy on the drinks" you said.

"I know my limit, I still have four to go before passing out" Loki replied before chugging down another shot.

You two have been ignoring everyone at the party up until that point, to be fair loki only came for the drinks and you tagged along just because you wanted to dress up nicely for once since you’ve been stuck in your pjs for the past week.

As you were grabbing your own glass, bringing it to your lips you could see from the corner of your eye some agent walking your way.

You chose to ignore him but he didn’t leave you much of a choice when he leaning against the bar near you.

"So what brings a cutie like you here all alone? You must be one of steak’s friends" you debated if you want shoo him off of you or see how oblivious he is to the situation at hand. You literally hand your hand laying between Loki’s thighs.

"You tell me" you replied, that seemed to make him beam thinking that his attempt to flirt actually worked.

"Let’s say, let me buy you a few drinks then we can crash at my place?" The urge to roll your eyes was killing you.

"How am I sure you’re worth it?" You said, you can also hear Loki snorting in the back.

He smirked "because I’m on top of things. Wouldn’t you like to be one of them?"

Thankfully though before you could think of a clever response to shoot at him, Loki grabbed your face and slammed your lips together. You kissed her back then pulled away, the taste of her drink now mixed with yours.

You busted out laughing with Loki afterwards, leaving the man confused and irritated.

"Nice try sir, but the thing is we are" you pointed at both of you with a smile "together"

"So chop chop blondie, mine " the man’s face flushed at Loki’s words and he stomped away like a little spoiled child.

You chuckled biting your lip, Loki laid her head on your shoulder laughing softly at what just happened.

"I swear, these people are either dense or just irritating" she said.

"I know" you sighed.

I love Kate, I might actually add her to my list soon 😊🤍

#non binary reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki genderfluid #imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #fanfic #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki friggachild

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ichxbod · 2 years

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Just a thought about this fanfic I want to write with Loki, Bucky and Zemo.

His beginnings would be linked to a young Baron Zemo and he would get the name Zlý from him. Zlý: from Slovak ''bad/evil''.

Loki finds an old Hydra experiment at a base in the sea (maybe in thor 1 or avengers) so the girl? creature? She's linked to a line of hydra that everyone doesn't know about, more linked to magic and sorcery. The fic could be her/their journey throughout the timeline, bonding sentimentally with Loki but also with Bucky because both sides of Hydra have a commonality.

Maybe a series.

Zlý: into the unknow for Loki, going through the events from Thor to Thor 2 (passing through avengers).

Zlý: Agonizing among tentacles (idk lol) since Captain America: The winter soldier to Avengers: end game.

And Zlý: An empire fall for Zemo and Bucky (like a polyamorous relationship, I don't like love triangles) during the events of FTWS.

Please, I need to know that this idea is a good one so I can sleep in peace lol

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki odinson #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #helmut zemo #bucky x zemo #zemo fanfiction #zemo x oc #zemo x reader #loki genderfluid #Bisexual Bucky

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nabi16nya · 2 years

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[WIP] Some female loki

Please support me for more

#loki genderfluid #loki laufeyson #loki laufeysdottir #female loki #lady loki #tva loki #goddess of mischief

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domesticloki · 2 years

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A Memory: The story behind the green dress part two

Pairing: fem!Loki x fem!reader, Lokixfem!reader

Description: This is a memory. I have a few ideas for these, and to keep the posts short and easy to read in a quick minute, I won’t build them too much in the text. I’m sorry for this one, that is a lie, because this completely ran away from me. You have been dating for almost a month. Part one is here.

Word count: 2600 (I know, I know, I’m sorry. But this story just ran away from me.)

Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Smut smut smut. So much smut. Smut. Hot smut. Oh and smut. But after the smut also feelings. A lot of feelings. Very angry feelings. You have been warned. (18+)

A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.

You traced the scar along her breast deep in thought. It was the very same he had across his chest. Everything about her was him and everything about him was her. It baffled you, to see the complexity of this form.

“Is this… an illusion?” you asked, uncertain if those were the right words.

“No,” she purred, letting her hands wander along your thighs to your waist. “It’s hard to explain but… This is all me.” She slid her thumbs between your thighs and touched your wetted lips. “I can tell you all in detail some other time, but for now…”

She pulled you down for a kiss and squeezed your asscheek hungrily. A delirious heat from your lovemaking filled the space between you and you felt your dripping wetness smear against her belly. The kiss was intoxicating, blending in the tastes of the both of you. You cupped her breasts hungrily, your tongue lashing against her in a wild concerto of insatiable desire.

“Could you please… do that again,” Loki whispered, her voice drenched in wanton thirst.

“Again?” you whispered cheekily. You had already brought her to her peek multiple times, and quite frankly your jaw was sore as it was. But the novelty of it had you so entrenched that you pushed back any thoughts of such a minor inconvenience.

“Please,” she whispered. Her sultry plea was intoxicating.

You began tracing your kisses down her neck onto her breasts. Loki exhaled in anticipation as you traced your tongue around her nipple, letting your mouth wet it just enough. Tracing the areola, you wet your lips and enveloped the nipple, letting it slide unobtruded from your mouth, slowly and gently, only to catch it again and sucking on it with greater force. Loki squirmed under you, lightheaded by the stimulation.

While your mouth continued your labours, your hand crept slowly down her body, ghosting the skin of her stomach. She tensed in anticipation as your hand glided along her pelvic bone, down to her upper thigh, your fingers barely whispering at her entrance. You took your time, letting the anticipation build, all the while teasing her nipple. Loki’s grunts divulged a pained want, which you took great pleasure in.

“Please,” she pleaded again, her voice laced in yearning.

You slank your arm under her, placing your hand at the small of her back, forcing her leg to prop up. She grinded herself against your bicep, wetness smearing it instantly. Your hand released the breast it was cupping and you brought it down to grip her side, sinking your fingers into her waist. You dove between her legs, bringing your left hand from her back to prop up her thigh. You trailed your kisses along the inside of her thigh, licking her satiny skin and following your lick with a wet kiss. You made sure to stay meer inches from her wetness, entirely enticed with the play. Her pleas and wanton moans had your wetness dripping and your lower lips pulsated from your own hunger.

You brought your mouth in between Loki’s thighs and breathed hotly onto her.

“Please,” she begged, trying to thrust her core at you.

Not able to contain yourself any longer, you launched your tongue into her, eliciting a wild moan from Loki, who seemed moments from her peek simply from your initial touch. You flattened your tongue and traced her opening, letting it slide in as far as you could reach.

“You taste so good,” you whispered. You traced your tongue along Loki’s lower lips up to her pearl, as you freed your hand from her thigh. Your fingers found her opening and you pushed two of them in gently, letting her wetness lubricate them, before thrusting them deeper to find that spot you knew would send her writhing under your grip.

It took only moments from this that Loki arched her back, as her pleasure exploded. You dug your fingers into her waist, keeping her from rising and continued to thrust your fingers into her while your tongue pleasured her pearl. She jerked under your grip once more and you increased your force, changing the pace, entirely intoxicated by her cries.

You lost count after four, but continued your exploration for as long as you deemed necessary. Her cries melded together until you couldn’t really tell where one peek ended and another started. Ultimately Loki lay on the bed, biting down on the pillow she had covered her face with, still convulsing when you rose and planted a victorious kiss on her lower belly.

You lay down next to her, careful not to touch her.

“How are you so good at this,” you heard a muffled sound under the pillow. You chuckled. Loki threw the pillow aside and an entirely dishevelled face peered at you. Her hair, previously so pristine and well kept, was wild and tangled and her face tired but aglow from the exhausting pleasure.

“What, your other lovers never kicked your socks off?” you purred, entirely satisfied with your newly discovered capabilities.

“Well, truth be told I don’t think I’ve much used this form with female lovers. And men tend to rush over that part…”

“Mmm, tell me about it,” you whispered and rolled your eyes. “Although I have met a few exceptions.”

Loki shot you a sultry look, masking her jealousy poorly.

“Oh have you now?” she asked, sliding her hand to your waist, pulling herself closer to you.

“Yes. This one in particular, oh! The stamina! I mean, he would just get down there and set up camp until I couldn’t walk the next day. And when I tell you the things he did, my god! Had me writhing in pleasure I had never experienced before.”

“Oh?” she exhaled, grinding her teeth. “Well, what a masterful lover he must have been. Sorry you had to get rid of him.” Loki planted a trail of possessive kisses along your neck and shoulders.

“Oh I haven’t. We still see each other.”

“Is that so,” she whispered, softly caressing your side, sending tingles all over your body.

You let out a pleasured murmur. Loki continued to kiss you, but when you no longer responded to the conversation, she paused and froze mid kiss. It was then you realised the joke had gotten away from you. You had expected him to play along with the banter, but it had struck a nerve in her you hadn’t been expecting.

You cupped her jaw gently and made her face you.

“I’m talking about you,” you whispered and brushed away a strand of her raven hair.

“There is no one but you.”

“Oh.” Loki smiled meekly.

“Look, it was a bad joke, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s quite alright, I think I… I’m being overly sensitive on this subject,” she whispered. Loki lay down on her back and before you could speak seidr enveloped her, returning him to his masculine form.

“Are you alright,” you whispered, blaming yourself for ruining the incredible evening you were having.

“Darling, it is quite alright. No need to worry about it,” he stated, trying to push it off in his tell tale style and grabbed your waist in an effort to pull you to his side.

“Loki…” you whispered, thwarting his arms and sitting up instead.

“What?” he retorted, now fully irritated. You were unsure whether you should poke this hornets nest or not. Well, you knew you wanted to, but you were debating whether to do it now or later. You pulled the covers to your chest and sat cross legged, facing him. He glanced at you, clearly agitated. He made no movement to cover himself in turn, but placed his arms crossed behind his head and stared up to the ceiling.

“There really is no need to inflate this matter any longer. You jested, I didn’t laugh, we can move on.”

“So you turning form had nothing to do with anything then?” you blurted, trying to hang a lantern at an obvious issue you felt needed addressing.

“I thought you needed to go?” he suddenly imploded and rose from the bed whisking on his silk trousers. Without looking at you, he disappeared into the kitchen. You huffed, scrambled off the bed, gathered the sheet around you and stomped after him.

“So that’s how this goes? You have no issues with me being vulnerable and insecure but the second we touch on something you haven’t quite figured out, you shut me out?”

It all came out far angrier than you had imagined it would.

“Please, darling, don’t make a fool of yourself.”

Your temper was well and riled now.

“A fool? I may be a right mess and riddled with anxiety, but at least I have a handle on it! I might not be able to stop it, but I sure as hell am not in denial about it.”

“And what exactly am I in “denial” about?” Loki retorted in a disgusted tone, emphasising his sarcasm with air quotes. You were enraged.

“Um, just off the top of my head your crippling fear of being excluded? Your incessant need for validation? Your mommy issues? Your daddy issues? Pick your poison! I mean you’re a walking mental health warning!”

As soon as the words had left your lips you regretted every single one of them. You wished someone would turn back time and prevent you from starting on this avenue of dialogue. While you weren’t saying anything that you didn’t think was true, this was not the time or the place, Loki was not in the right state of mind and you were not calm enough to bring this to him in the encouraging manner he needed to hear it.

You waited in fear, expecting Loki to scream at you, even possibly threaten you. But his reaction was quite possibly even worse. He righted his posture and turned to you slowly. His eyes were void of emotion as he stood in front of you, his face stoic and his countenance more menacing than you could have ever imagined him capable of.

“Well. If that is how you feel, there is nothing I can say to change your mind.”

With a flick of his wrist, he clad you in your own clothes. “You had best be going.” He stared you down with an icy glare.

You froze in place. Your head was spinning uncontrollably, trying to piece together the fractions of what had happened and why, and you were grasping at straws, trying to find a peaceful way out of this. Half of you screamed to run out, tears already welling in your eyes of the possibility that this had been it.

Loki turned away from you and started rummaging the fridge. You, finally finding the courage to act, stepped forward and slammed the door shut, placing yourself in front of him.

“No.”

It was all you could muster at the moment.

“Leave,” he spat with an elongated note, leaning into you with a murderous gaze.

“I said no,” you retorted, leaning forward yourself.

You were locked in a stalemate, neither refusing to budge. There would be no graceful way out of this.

“Do you not realise who I am? Do you not realise the danger you are in right now?” Loki bellowed in a booming voice that echoed in the sparsely decorated apartment.

“I don’t believe for a second you would hurt me,” you spat at him. Shock visited Loki’s face for a fraction of a second. He glared at you, nostrils flaring and you returned his glare, staying as strong as you could. Right as you were questioning whether or not he was considering harming you, he turned from you, releasing a brutish grunt. In his anger he released his magic, sprouts of green emanating from his hands, sending items in the room flying. As glass shattered around you and sparks from broken electrical wiring cut the air, you gasped from shock. He stood silently amongst the chaos and panted. Finally, he leaned against the kitchen counter.

While the initial shock of his outburst had scared you to no end, this, now… Him. Every inch of your being just screamed to envelop him in your embrace.

“I know you’re not used to this, but…” you mustered your courage and stood up straight, fighting back the tremble in your voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Loki continued to lean against the counter.

“You can scream, you can cry, you can throw anything you like, you can bring down your wrath and I will take it. But I’m not going anywhere.” You fought back the tears.

Loki still didn’t look at you. With some softness, you continued:

“I was out of line. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. And I want you to know, I am sorry. I truly am.”

Loki leaned his elbows to the counter and pressed his head in his hands.

“I have never. NEVER, met anyone like you. And not because you are an alien or a god or what not, but because you are you. I’m not here because you are Loki, prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, ruler of - whatever. I am here because you are you.” You spat your words angrily, but you had little control over your tone at the moment.

“Because you are good and kind and thoughtful and brilliant and witty and absolutely gorgeous. ,” you continued. Your tone was hilariously enraged as you spat the attributes through gritted teeth in an effort to stifle your tears.

“And the way you make me feel like when I am with you is like…” you gasped, tears welling in your eyes. You paused and gathered yourself.

“You claim to love me. You told me that you would be mine, always, if I’d have you. You told me that nothing has ever made you feel like I do. You told me that there would never be someone like me, that I am truly one of a kind.”

Loki stared at the counter, still not budging.

“Those are empty words. That’s infatuation. That’s romance, that’s early days. Love is easy when you don’t have to live in the real world. But true love is there for everything, and if you truly feel the way you say about me, then that means sharing all of you. Even the ugly parts, especially the ugly parts. Because no matter what you say, I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I will not push the subject. I will not force you to talk about anything you don’t need to. But if I see that you are running away from something I feel you would do better to face, you can be damn sure I am going to be right here, screaming at you, pestering yo-”

Loki stood up, flipped his hair and with two massive steps he was face to face with you, grabbing your head.You readied yourself to be thrown out, or screamed at or…

Until you noticed his tear stricken face.

“Oh do you ever shut up?” he spat, forcefully slamming his lips against yours. You slammed against the refrigerator as he kissed you, releasing his anger. You grabbed onto his waist and returned the kiss, your tears in turn travelling full force down your cheeks onto his hands. The kiss turned from angry to wistful and Loki slid his hand behind your head and the other onto your shoulder.

“I do love you, I do..” he whispered through the tears, and kissed you again. And for once you listened to the voice in your head and shut up. Instead, you took all you felt and made damn sure your kisses conveyed your sentiment.

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