Oh Yeah
I guess I just
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thor: i was confused before i realized that i'm bisexual but now everything makes so much sense
thor: like now i understand why i start sweating whenever loki takes off his shirt
thor: i was starting to think i might be allergic to jotun
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What Makes a Story Satisfying?
This is of course only my own point of view, but it’s an idea that came to me recently. Like: why are some stories so satisfying that we love to read, hear or watch them over and over, and others aren’t?
A good, if not perfect way to make a story satisfying is a plot twist. In order to work, it must fulfil these prerequisites:
happen towards the end of the story
be wholly surprising, even better if “magical” (supernatural)
be connected with love / affection
lead to happiness / fulfilment
Good examples
In Beauty and the Beast, the magical moment takes place because Belle is wholly unaware of the nature of the spell that is being lifted. She is stunned and in awe when everything changes, and so are we.
In Snow White, the dwarfs and the prince do not know that the heroine is not dead but under a spell. Much of the happiness of the finale comes from the fact that her reawakening is a total, wondrous surprise for everybody involved.
In Cinderella, nobody was expecting that the heroine would have the second glass slipper at hand which would identify her as the right girl.
In The Little Mermaid, we do not expect that Ariel’s father will relent at last, much less that he has the power to give her a human form.
In Moon Knight, in Episode 4 Marc finds his alter ego Steven, and despite their earlier bickering they form a strong bond and, in the last two episodes, resolve Marc’s internal trauma together.
In the first classic Star Wars film, Han Solo comes back at the last moment to save his friend Luke. In The Empire Strikes Back, Leia can feel where Luke is so that they can rescue him. In Return of the Jedi, Darth Vader unexpectedly chooses to save his son in the end at the cost of his own life.
In The Last Jedi, Kylo / Ben kills Snoke in the throne room scene instead of Rey. This leads to a dramatic scene in which both young people fight the Imperial Guards together, effectively showing that together, Light Side and Dark Side are invincible.
The first season of The Mandalorian ends with the redemption of Greef Karga, the shady leader of the bounty hunter’s guild, after the mysterious child has healed his deadly wound with the aid of the Force.
The Book of Boba Fett ends with Mando’s unexpected rescue through Grogu, who stops the rancor’s aggression by influencing his mind through the Force.
I am also a huge fan of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, among other things because its episodes kept surprising the viewer with unexpected, often sudden plot turns. Other Star Trek shows are much more predictable, which is why I usually can’t enjoy them.
The Netflix show Sex Education has some surprising developments and some satisfying ones, but I can’t think of a single one that is both.
The novel (and musical) The Phantom of the Opera ends with the bad guy / protagonist unexpectedly having compassion with the heroine and letting her go after she showed compassion to him in the first place, something he had never known before.
Bad examples
The awakening of Sleeping Beauty is not a surprise for the characters, again leaving the story without the surprise effect.
One of the reasons why I am not a big fan of the Star Wars prequel trilogy is its lack of surprises.
In The Phantom Menace we learn that the handmaiden Padmé is in truth the Queen Amidala of Naboo, but this is not a supernatural turn of events. Qui Gon is killed by Maul, without an explanation except for what we can make of it: young Anakin will be trained by the less experienced and mature Obi-Wan. This is never said anywhere however.
Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith (although I find the latter a small masterpiece) also do not offer real surprises. As fans of the saga, we knew what would happen - Anakin would sire children, then turn to the Dark Side and Palpatine would take over the power over the galaxy.
Rogue One also does not offer any development or plot turn which we would not have already known or expected, and the end is depressing.
In The Clone Wars, the only unexpected development is Ahsoka leaving the Jedi temple; which is only sad and further emphasizes the moral decline of the Jedi Order.
In Ahsoka, Sabine does manage to master the Force in the end, but it leads to an open end.
Ben Solo’s ultimate redemption in The Rise of Skywalker, the only positive aspect to this atrocious movie, is not a plot twist. It happens step by step, not suddenly, and all except but the most dense of viewers already knew or highly suspected that it would happen.
In the tv show Obi-Wan Kenobi, we have Reva’s final decision to not hurt Luke after all: but since this comes out of nowhere, it falls flat.
The Mandalorian season 2 leaves a bitter aftertaste: Luke coming to Mando’s and his friend’s rescue is cool to look at, but it leads to the worst end possible - he separates Mando from Grogu, when the show made it clear from the very first episodes that these two belong together.
And now we come to the really boring part.
The Star Wars sequels, Loki, The Bad Batch, Ahsoka… all these stories offer no twist and no resolution. They introduce characters which we get attached to, and then don’t seem to know how to finish their arc.
Which leads me, in turn, to interpret why most of the latest Disney Star Wars stories suck.
They lead to no end.
There may be some surprise here and there, but it doesn’t have that twist that leaves you with that “Wow” feeling. The heroes are not saved by magic and love and they don’t find fulfilment. All these stories want is for us to continue watching, hoping that some further development will finally give the characters we have grown to love closure.
The problem is that - we don’t live forever, dear Disney studios. Neither do you.
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Curse to My Heart Prologue
Author's Note: Welcome to the Maleficent/Sleeping Beauty AU Loki x Reader.
This post is just a fun Thanksgiving treat, but don't worry, you'll get another update tomorrow. Please enjoy, and be gentle with my writing since it's the first time I've written a story completely from my head.
-Mouse
Prologue: At the Celebration
In a faraway land, long ago, lived King Quentin Beck and his Queen.
After their marriage, a son was born, who they named Peter.
Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the Kingdom to celebrate Peter’s birth, and all the nobles and peasants alike were invited to welcome the infant prince into the world.
And our story begins on that most joyful day.
But we’re not following young Peter’s story, no, we’re following (Y/N), the young worker in the palace. And she has been given the honor (not in her mind) to help watch over the infant prince. She was born into the peasant life, and after her parents’ death in a fire, she had to resign herself to never elevating from her position in life.
However, she read and learned to work with tools. (Y/N) knew that the minute a better life was open to them, they had to take it. So she diversified her skills as much as possible so any job opportunity that appeared, she could take.
That leads us to why (Y/N) agreed to help take care of a baby when the King and Queen were busy. She didn’t particularly want to babysit, but her intelligence had been noticed, and it was a chance for a new job. A more important job, with privileges, freedom, (Y/N) wanted.
So that was why (Y/N) stood with an awkward smile on her face beside the basinet holding Prince Peter while nobles and peasants cooed over him.
(Y/N) smoothed her blue skirt down and made a casual effort to curtsy to each noble. Really, all she wanted was to get out of the itchy “formal” dress she had been given for the occasion.
Ah, and now the politics begin,she thought as she watched King Quentin greet King Jones-Watson, an old friend and ally.Probably already planning for Princess Michelle and Prince Peter to be a cute little political union.She frowned at the baby.Poor guy.(Y/N) shrugged inwardly.Hey, at least he’ll always be well taken care of. They sighed wistfully.I’d marry just about anyone to have a comfortable life. Forget love, I’d rather look out for myself.
As she dreamed of being rich and free, a ray of light shone down into the Great Hall as the fairies arrived. This got (Y/N) interested because she found magic interesting unlike a lot of the other going-ons at the castle.
“Their most honored and exalted excellencies, the three good fairies!” announced the herald, Happy. “Mister Thor, Mister Banner, and Miss Valkyrie!”
The trio of fairies flew up to King Quentin and the Queen and gave gracious bows to their rulers before crowding around the basinet to see Prince Peter. From up close, (Y/N) admired the traces of magic left behind them as they moved, small blurs of purple, white, and red light that she couldn’t help but admire.
Thor cleared his throat and returned to standing in front of the King and Queen. “Your majesties,” he said. “Each of us may bless the child with a single gift, no more, no less.” He cleared his throat and pulled out his red, white, and blue wand. “Little prince, my gift shall be the gift of courage. May you find strength in every adversity and challenged you face.” The magic burst from Thor’s wand and descended on Peter, who cooed excitedly.
Bruce Banner walked up next. “My gift shall be the gift of intelligence. May you never find a problem you cannot find a solution to.” He waved his wand, and purple shimmers of light swirled around Peter.
Valkyrie stepped up the basinet and held up her wand, preparing to speak, but all of a sudden, the doors of the Great Hall banged open as a freezing wind blew through. The people gasped and cowered against the current of air threatening to throw them to the floor. The torches blew out, leaving the room in near-darkness until a brilliant green glow overtook the hall. The emerald light grew until it blinded the whole room, and (Y/N) a hand up (futilely) to block the shine.
When it receded, a tall man in green and black clothes stood tall. The wind had made a clearing in the center of the hall, leaving him the main attraction. With a golden scepter in one hand, his emerald eyes surveyed the hall, and he casually swept a piece of his raven hair from his face as if appearing in a flash of, frankly, threatening magic was an everyday occurrence for him.
“It’s Loki,” gasped Banner.
(Y/N) was tempted to step back, away from the infamous dark fairy, but her pure annoyance at her one day to eat, drink, and be merry being ruined made her stand her ground. Plus, she’d be lying if she said she would just abandon Peter. He was just a kid, so (Y/N) wouldn’t blame him and leave him unguarded (Admittedly, though, she couldn’t really do anything against a powerful fairy with magic. She supposed it would have to be the thought that counted).
“What does he want?” muttered Valkyrie.
“Well, quite the grand assembly,” said Loki musingly, smirking as he surveyed the room. His voice was smooth and almost snake-like. In fact, therewasa snake twining around his staff. “Royalty, nobility, the gentry…even the rabble.” He looked condescendingly at (Y/N), a peasant in every sense of the word. She scowled. Loki sighed and stroked the head of the long green snake climbing over him. “I really am quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.”
“You weren’t wanted,” snapped Valkyrie.
Loki raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” He chuckled darkly. “Well, then, I suppose this makes my appearance rather awkward, doesn’t it? I hadhopedit was an innocent oversight.”
“Well, then,” cut in King Quentin. “I’d suggest you leave.” He smiled and tried to remain jovial, but there was an edge of fear in his voice. “Kind of bringing down the energy in the room, you know?”
Loki gave a sharp smirk. “Oh, I understand. I have too grand a presence for these simpletons.”
More like too big an ego,thought (Y/N).
“And to show that Icompletelyunderstand and bear you no ill will, I’ll just give the childmygift and be on my way,” said Loki.
Yeah, I don’t buy that, thought (Y/N).
Loki raised his hands dramatically, his green cloak billowing in the air. “Listen well! The prince shall indeed grow in bravery and intelligence, beloved by all who know him.”
“That’s kind of you,” said the Queen cautiously. “Thank you.”
“Yes, thank you, you may take your leave,” said Quentin insistently. He was getting nervous.
Loki gazed at them condescendingly. “Buthow about a little magic? A little spell?” He smirked dangerously. “Or curse?” Green magic exploded out from him and cast the room in a sickly glow. “On the eve of eighteen years from this accursed celebration, the cursed shall prick a finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!”
The shimmers of green flew towards Peter, and (Y/N) threw out a hand. Quentin and his wife were too far away, but they too moved to protect their son. Or, at least, the Queen did, Quentin shrunk back in fear. The magic sunk into (Y/N)’s skin, the first person it found to bind itself to. But no one noticed. Not the King, not the Queen, not Loki, not even (Y/N).
But (Y/N)didknow she was really annoyed. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Her voice rang out in the silence, and all the attention turned to her. “I mean, seriously, you don’t get invited to a party so you cursed a baby to die? This is why people don’t invite you to things.”
Everyone stared at her in shock. Loki took a step towards (Y/N), who wondered whether or not she had just signed a death warrant. “You dare speak to me in such a manner, girl?”
Might as well lean into it. I’m already dead at this point.“Yes, I do. You just killed a baby. That gives everyone free reign to think you’re an asshole.”
Loki raised an eyebrow, and he lifted his staff from the ground. (Y/N) braced to be turned into stone or a snake herself, but instead, he smirked. “I suppose you are not…completely incorrect. Very well.” He waved his staff and continued his incantation, which, unbeknownst to anyone, affected (Y/N), not little Peter. “The cursed shall notdiebut fall into a death-like slumberandcan be woken by True Love’s Kiss.” Loki gazed at (Y/N) with a sharp smirk. “There. Now there’s a chance at the poor little prince being saved. Satisfied?”
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and deadpanned. “Seriously?That’sthe only option other than killing him? The Fae really are petty.”
Loki’s eyes narrowed, and a frost covered the room. “I don’t take well to being insulted. No one does. Why do you humans have wars?”
Fair enough,thought (Y/N), but they just rolled their eyes.
“Seize him!” cried Quentin to his guards. He had been frozen as Loki deliberated in changing the curse, but as soon as it was clear he was finished, Quentin wanted him to be caught so they could get to destroying the curse.
Loki just laughed as emerald light enveloped him. He disappeared in a magical show of power as the guards tripped over each other trying to catch him. The Great Hall was left dark and cold as a solemn silence spread. The day of celebration had been torn into a day of mourning as everyone gazed at the “cursed” baby boy.
Quentin gazed in fear at his son before turning to the good fairies and the Queen. “We must discuss what we’re going to do.”
“Oh, our poor boy,” murmured the Queen.
Poor kid.(Y/N) winced.And poor me. I’m out of a very good job seeing as my first night as a glorified babysitter ended in him getting cursed.
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Hours later, there was a knock on (Y/N)’s servant chamber door. She opened it to find the three good fairies, in veryhumanforms, beside King Quentin and the Queen.
“Your majesties, my lady, my lords,” said (Y/N), curtsying politely. “How may I help you?”
“We have made our decision on what to do,” said the Queen.
“We will be destroying the kingdom’s spinning wheels to remove the temptation of the curse,” said Quentin.
Are we just going to ignore how easy it would be for a powerful fae to create one?wondered (Y/N).
“And we will be sending Peter away until he’s eighteen.” The Queen looked down at the boy sleeping in her arms sadly. “I don’t want to miss his childhood, but if taking him away from the palace can keep him safer from the curse, removed from where it was cast and the magic is the strongest, perhaps he will have a chance to avoid it altogether.”
This makes slightly more sense, I suppose,thought (Y/N).Not that I know much about magic, but I think in the old Greek myths the usual message is that the more you avoid destiny the more prophecies screw you over. But I guess this is the only move they can make. The good fairies have magic, maybe being around their good magic will cancel out Loki’s or diminish it or some shit like that.
“Of course, your majesty,” said (Y/N), nodding.
“But the fairies know little about raising a human child,” continued Quentin. “So we’d like you to continue in your job with Peter. You’d help him become educated in human subjects while they provide magical protection.”
“My king, are you sure I am a good choice? Your son was cursed under my watch,” said (Y/N) hesitantly.
“You had the guts to speak to Loki and had Peter’s fate changed. We have a chance to save him now, to defeat that monster,” said Quentin. “No one better than that to look after our child.”
I have to live in the woods with a kid that’s not mine and three fairies that are useless at being human?(Y/N) sighed inwardly.God damn me and my sarcasm.
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And so (Y/N) became Peter’s caretaker with Valkyrie, Banner, and Thor. As they went to the forest to raise the prince, Quentin and his wife turned to tracking Loki down. Alas, the thorny walls separating the human kingdom and the land of the fae were too dangerous.
Quentin’s worry grew to madness as he sought to destroy Loki. He abandoned his wife as she fell sick with concern over her son’s fate. He turned his back on her when she died. All Quentin wanted was to beat Loki, make sure he couldn’t ruin the life he had built.
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i’m like if a werewolf was a person seized once a full moon by the ravenous urge to bleach my hair blond
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Open Starter: Sleeping Beauty
premise: After the Attack on the Statesman, Loki was very shortly not-really in Valhalla, being only mostly-dead. Frigga and him reunite before he’s pulled back to the mortal plane.
Loki touched his chest and felt that his fine Asgardian leather was dirty and battle worn. Last he knew he was… he didn’t want to think about it. It didn’t make sense. Perhaps he got a hold of the Tesseract again somehow? He was outside somewhere standing on stone… he looked up to see a woman in gray and white clothing and his voice caught in his throat. It couldn’t be.
“Mother?”
“Hello, my dear.” She held out her hands like she did a million times before… before.
“I’ve… I…” His dirt and blood covered hands shook as he barely touched hers. It was more than a shock to go from where he was to see her. He had so much to say - to confess, to plead, to be angry about how he was raised without knowledge of where he came from… but no other words came out of his mouth.
“I know.” Frigga squeezed his hands firmly.
He looked more at where they were. It was the end of the bridge over water and amongst mountains. There were buildings ahead nestled in more mountains. Loki couldn't believe he was permitted entrance to Valhalla, but he wasn’t content as he should be according to the stories. He had a swirl of complicated feelings at seeing Frigga again combined with having left his brother on the Statesman in the hands of a enemy. That wouldn’t do, not if he could do some about it. “Thor, he’s alone.”
“You’re gravely injured, but you will return to the land of the living.”
That was strange. He hadn’t heard of anyone visiting the lands of the dead. “Then why am I here?”
“Can’t a mother wish to see her child?”
Loki felt tears in his eyes. Even after everything, it was good to see her. “It pleases me beyond words to see you.”
“I feel the same. Now our time has run out.” She pressed up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Be well.”
Loki felt a pull and he felt like he was underwater. He struggled to breathe and even think. He couldn’t open his eyes or move, but he heard the buzzing and humming of machines of some kind. He felt something scanning his mind, but he was a sorcerer and refused whatever it was entrance. He had to fight and fight and it never ended. Occasionally there was a pain in his arms, but he couldn’t focus on that. He had to wake up…
He gasped. Finally. Finally. He opened his eyes, but it was too bright, so he shielded his face with his hand. He could tell someone was there and didn’t know if they were friend or foe. “Where am I?”
Notes from Mischief Mun: When and where does Loki wake up? So many options.
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don't ask me why
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Cutest MCs imo
They have the most adorable faces i 💖💖. Pinching their cheeks and oatting theur heada and sending them out to smooch who ever they want 🌟🌟🌟
Bonus LFOS MC bc she's ew but also so adorable and ditsy hut is doing her damn best to survive high school and evil scientistss trying to nerf her alien friends
//and they all failed the paper bag test so we have to stan XD
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Thor Ragnanap
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I, Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson, the rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief.
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A Quiet Storm [Loki x Reader]
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Summary: A stormy morning and a sleepy Loki in your bed.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki x Female Reader. Established relationship. Mild somnophilia. Light, fluffy smut. (w/c 1.2k)
Wind batters against the windows. It buffets the eighty-seventh story with the strength of a god’s fury, rattling the glass.
Rain sounds like hailstones. It has done for the past twelve hours. And it's beautiful, in a primal sort of way. It lulled you to sleep, alone. But as you try to snuggle deeper into the duvet, you realise that most of it is missing.
Turning, you find a familiar wall of pale muscle. You smile softly. No wonder you felt so safe in the storm. He came in at some point during the night, careful not to wake you. But despite his good intentions, Loki is a chronic bedsheet thief. Always has been.
Dull light makes a faint line across his body, from his neck and over the thick of his back. Loki’s hair spreads against his pillow like ink on fresh towels, curling and winding its tendrils into every available space. Your nose traces the sharp line of one shoulder-blade, inhaling the warmth that lingers on his skin.
He showered. Steve said it might be a messy one last night.
The god is facing away from you, one leg draped over the other, bedsheets trapped between his thighs. The room is cold, and the more you awaken, the more you notice the ripple of goose-bumps bristling up your calves.
Loki is fast asleep, that’s plain enough. The portion of his torso visible above the sheets is rising and falling steadily. Peacefully.
Rain slaps against the glass, another gust of winter gale howling around the panes. Without looking, you know that one arm will be tucked under his pillow, the other bent at a way that makes his triceps bulge in that effortlessly sensual way. You place a sleepy kiss between his shoulders, no more than an angels touch. And with all the care you can muster, you try to tug the sheets in your direction.
Loki stirs, groaning with unintelligible annoyance. You snuggle closer, squashing your cheek against the hard expanse of his back. Fingers creep tentatively over the ridges of his abdomen, pausing to ghost the solid dent of his obliques. His breaths rise and fall in undisturbed slumber.
The hand comes to rest in the centre of his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, the same as your own. One leg rises and slips beneath the sheet he hoards, your thigh finding its home against his hipbone. Loki’s perfect ass presses against your lower belly, the increasing heat from your exposed sex millimetres from his skin. One calf lies flush against his, bent at an angle. Tangled over him.
“Mornhnigk.” he grumbles sweetly, voice thick with sleep.
He’s not awake, not really. You smile against his neck, closing your eyes.
Nuzzling into his hair, you appreciate that this is the god you see. This is the Loki you see. The one who feels safe in your bed. The one who feels safe in your love.
Another kiss finds its way pressed against his hair. You nose rogue strands aside, capturing the edge of his delicate earlobe between your lips with a gentle sigh. He smells so good, like fresh cotton and your shower-gel.
He came straight here, you think, heart skipping as you imagine him striding from the Quinjet in darkness and making a beeline for your apartment. Stripping off in your bathroom, not his own. His leathers a tangled heap on your hallway floor, no doubt. He came straight home.
Irresistible. That's what he is. Even if you wanted to leave him be, not touch him, adore him, you don't think you could. The quiet storm of love you have for him rages inside you with all the ferocity of the one outside. Unstoppable. Undeniable.
Loki’s back arches slightly as he works his face deeper into the pillow. It presses his muscular ass into your crotch. Your fingers slip down his stomach, pads catching on the silken trail of fine hairs leading towards his groin. Heat increases as you move closer to his centre, radiating from his skin. Suddenly aware of how cold your hands must be, you flinch as the head of his cock brushes your pinky. The tip is slightly wet.
He’s usually horny as hell when he comes back from missions. It must have taken all his willpower not to wake you. Or at least resist the urge to hold you, burying his erection between the curve of your cheeks. The thought of his gentlemanly resistance makes your stomach flip with desire.
A small sigh escapes him as you trail a solitary digit up his velvet cock, tall and strong against his stomach. You’ll never get used to how soft the skin is. Chalk and cheese to the way he can make you cum as he rails you masterfully with the force of a wild tempest. The finger catches on the thick vein that runs to the root, and you play with it, grazing up and down its route with a ghost-like touch. Loki sighs again, shoulder-blades twitching.
Needy fingers wrap around his girth, squeezing gently.
Loki purrs. A low, rumbling sound which chimes with the patter of raindrops against glass. His cock twitches in your hold, eager for his mistress’s adoration as you trace your delicate grip to the tip. The god’s hips thrust lightly into your hold, rocking himself deeper into the tantalisingly pleasure his sleeping form finds itself. His foreskin gathers beneath your fingers as you massage gently, before sliding it back down.
Loki gasps.
The mattress shifts as your lover’s waking body turns with care, shoulder muscles clenching as he pushes up against the bed and lays on his back. One of his hands stretches up and slides behind his head while your own continues its slow pump of his swollen cock beneath the covers. So slowly, back and forth.
He blinks several times, watching the work of your hand before his sultry stare finds your own. His eyes flash, still hooded from dreams. “Did you miss me?” he asks groggily, knowing the answer.
Loki leans forward, kissing you deep. His warm tongue searches your own, strands of his wild hair sticking to your lips. You can feel his lower body clench and jolt as your strokes grow firmer, his left hand itching against the sheets as he clenches and unclenches a fist.
A particularly ferocious wave of wind slaps against the window, making you flinch. Your hand grips his cock even tighter, making him hiss with pleasure.
As you loosen, Loki’s brow furrows in feigned pity. “Are you scared, little one?” he purrs. It’s tipped with loving condescension in that filthy way that only he could muster. “Do you need a big, strong god to to protect you as the realm’s elements rage?”
You bite your lip to stifle a smile, nodding. “So scared,” you confirm in a girlish whisper. Loki sniffs, raising his chin. He looks down from half-lidded eyes, un-styled locks of curl falling around his jaw.
“Come then,” he utters, moving the hand behind his head to pat your pillow. “We must ensure you are thoroughly...protected.”
You squirrel down in to the blankets, facing away from him while he draws you near. His throbbing cock pulses against your ass, against your thighs, searching kisses working a trail up the curve of your neck.
“I will always protect you,” he mutters earnestly as you feel a hand slip between your bodies.
The crown of his manhood slides against your entrance, slipping against wetness. He hums contentedly, nudging the tip as you clench around air. Loki's body melts against yours like a finger dipped in wax. His abdominal muscle pulses against your back as he tries to steady his breaths.
In moments, a dark moan floods your ear as he squeezes inside. The feeling of peace is immediate. Loki stills, breathing softly against your skin.
“Always,” he groans quietly as he bottoms out.
He only withdraws an inch with every careful thrust, rocking you gently as you move against him. With him. You’re vaguely aware of his dexterous fingers toying with a nipple, the suck of his kiss on your neck, the happy sounds of your own moans as he fucks you in rippling waves.
All the world dissolves. All you hear is the white noise of his loving praise. His delicate pleasures. Safety.
All there is, is him. And outside, the storm rages on.
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I’m planning on having a jotun character in a future comic and was trying to pull inspiration from mythology.
Something that comes up more often than you’d expect from a 1000 years old collection of stories is different races breeding with jotuns to achieve certain results.
Odin has sex with the jotun woman Jord (which means Earth) specifically to create Thor. Later he force himself on another jotun woman to create a god of hatred and vengeance (which also results in the gods banishing Odin from Valhalla for several years because a man would be punished just for touching a woman’s arm without her consent at the time and Loki later seems to claim Odin spent a lot of those years as a woman, birthing several children himself)
Jotuns also have a reputation for birthing monsters and animals but it mostly seems to happen when they breed with non-jotuns. Loki is half jotun/half Æsir and creates a eight legged horse with another horse, has normal children with his jotun wife, but also creates a giant wolf, a huge snake and a half-dead woman with another jotun woman. Then there’s the jotun king who gives birth to nine normal wolves after sleeping with a werewolf (they were together for years and it’s not made clear if it was a repeat thing where he birthed them one at a time or if he gave birth to a litter of pups all at once)
A jotun woman had three husbands, two jotun men and one Æsir god. She was the embodiment of night and he was the god of twilight and together they created the god of daylight.
Surprisingly a jotun man with a troll woman was considered the most ideal combination. One great warrior was described as beautiful and cleaver like his jotun father but strong and fierce in battle like his troll mother.
Because Loki himself was mixed race you never knew what you’d get from his “adventures” but otherwise it seems like you could expect some relatively predictable outcomes by mixing and matching jotun genes with other races.
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Curse to My Heart Chapter One
Chapter One: Over the Years
These three might be talented magicians,thought (Y/N) as she watched Banner, Valkyrie, and Thor bustle around the cottage they were staying in.But they’re useless humans. Seriously, how do they still not know how to make Peter food? We’ve been here for months.
She sighed and let the trio, arguing all the way, each thinking they’re “right,” walk out of the cottage to find berries. Berries that would, as usual, be inedible for human stomachs since they couldn’t figure that out. They only knew strength and magic, not humanity.
So (Y/N) was left to whip up something with the food she had grown in her garden. “Sorry, buddy,” she said to Peter as she worked. “You’re going to have to wait for a little longer.”
“Oh, dear, you were saddled with creature?” said a condescending, but devilishly smooth, voice.
(Y/N) groaned and turned around. “Yeah, because apparently getting you to not kill him just put him in an endless sleep means I’m the right person for the job.” She leveled a glare at Loki, draped in luxurious robes and lounging in a chair.
“Oh, my sincerest apologies for causing you such troubles,” droned Loki.
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at his rude dismissiveness. “Yes, well, apparently, they think I can ‘handle’ you.” She made a face. “That or I’ve already made you mad so they might as well throw me to the wolves.”
“Oh, no, not wolves.” Loki smirked. “Snakes.”
(Y/N) shrugged. “I die just the same with either.” She put her hands on her hips. “So what do you want? If you want to kill me, please just get on with it. You’re interrupting my work.”
Loki eyed her carefully. “That is all you care for?”
“No, I like my life, but let’s be honest, you have the power to kill me in a moment, so I’d rather not drag out the inevitable if you’re going to kill me,” said (Y/N).
Loki waved a hand. “Relax, peasant, I have not come to kill you.”
“Just to be creepy, then, wonderful,” said (Y/N) sarcastically. She turned back around and continued working on the food.
Loki frowned at her complete dismissal of his threatening presence. He stood and walked up next to her to watch her cook.
“How can you stand to do this? It’s so…lowly,” said Loki.
“Just because you can use magic and quite probably have the wealth for servants doesn’t mean we all do,” muttered (Y/N). She finished the food and quietly served it to Peter as Loki watched. Having had enough, she huffed and turned at Loki. “What do you want? Are you just going to watch me do my chores until the fairies return?”
“I suppose I just wanted to see how the little creature was fairing with those three morons watching over him.” Loki smirked. “I see now that the boy would be dead if not for your practiced hand.”
(Y/N) stared at him levelly, unimpressed. “Uhuh.”
Loki continued, “How fortunate to run into the one interesting human I’ve found. You are the first in decades to talk back to me, you know.”
“I’m probably to first person to talk to you in decades, period,” remarked (Y/N) sarcastically. “You don’t strike me as someone who gets many visitors.”
Loki scoffed. “The land of the fae is heavily populated with far more interesting people than the human kingdom.”
“And that still doesn’t mean you get visitors,” retorted (Y/N).
“Watch your tongue, human,” growled Loki, offended.
“I have a name, and you already know how I’m snippy, so don’t get mad when you’re the one who started talking to me,” said (Y/N).
Loki considered for a moment before shrugging, admitting she was right. Outside, the sounds of Thor, Valkyrie, and Banner returning echoed in.
“Ah, it sounds like the rabble is returning,” said Loki. He lifted (Y/N)’s hand and kissed the back. “Until next time, human.”
“(Y/N),” corrected the woman, removing her hand after the kiss.
“Until next time, (Y/N).” In a swirl of green light, Loki disappeared from the cottage.
Oh, great. There’s going to be a next time,thought (Y/N).Now I have three idiots, a baby, and a bastard to deal with.
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And deal with them (Y/N) did. Over the years, she spent her time making sure the fairies didn’t kill Peter by treating him like a supernatural child instead of a human one and…conversing with Loki whenever he showed up to watch Peter grow. She was unimpressed with his excuse of “watching his curse come to fruition,” but then again, she was unimpressed most of the things about him. (Untrue, although she thoroughly disliked the curse her, she couldn’t deny she didn’t mind his company as much anymore).
For one, he had enchanted the garden to produce more fruits and vegetables. Once again, he claimed it was to make sure Peter grew strong so the curse could take him, not illness.
“I don’t really care how you label it,” said (Y/N), shrugging as she worked. “It makes my life easier.”
“Well, as I’ve said before, I can’t have you slaving away for those silly fairies,” said Loki, once again defending his actions. “You’re the only one keeping the little creature alive so my curse can come to fruition.”
“Unlike some people, I don’t relish being part of an innocent kid’s death,” retorted (Y/N) evenly as she finished digging up some carrots.
Loki waved a hand and the remaining vegetables popped out of the ground into her basket. He coughed and looked awkwardly to the side. “It is not that I relish it.”
“Then you regret it?” asked (Y/N), looking at him in surprise.
Loki pursed his lips. “I simply do what I must to maintain my power.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Your power doesn’t diminish when you aren’t a complete bastard.” Loki growled and looked away. (Y/N) sighed and put the basket down. “Loki…” he started at the use of his name “would you ever be able to reverse the curse?” Seeing his frown, she held up a hand. “I am not suggesting you wouldhaveto. I know you’re dead set on continuing, but is it possible for you to reverse it?”
Loki looked to the side, a slight inkling of guilt in his eyes. “No. Once cast it is irreversible.”
“Oh.” True sorrow entered (Y/N)’s voice. “I suppose I must hope Peter finds his True Love then.”
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But that was not the only moment of Loki’s softness. As he and (Y/N) spent more and more time together watching over Peter, he came not only to care for the boy but for the woman who acted as his only true caretaker. In fact, he came to seek her company even when the boy was not around to watch over so nothing could happen to him (before the curse took hold, of course).
“They’ve gone to a small village’s celebration,” said (Y/N).
“And left you here to watch the creature and do chores?” Loki scoffed. “Unbelievable.”
(Y/N) shrugged. “It’s not too bad. Peter is old enough to play on his own. Iwashoping to be alone for a few hours, but that obviously isn’t gonna work out.” She gave a pointed to look at Loki, but it wasn’t altogether annoyed.
Loki scoffed. “You should be honored that I am gracing you with my presence,” he said.
“Somehow, that line wears thin after years of saying it,” teased (Y/N). “I’m beginning to think I’m the only person you talk to.”
Loki huffed. “Not as if you’re not in the same situation. Valkyrie, Banner, and Thor talk amongst themselves, so all you have is the creature and me.”
“At least Peter doesn’t spend his every spare minute annoying me,” said (Y/N). She smirked. “In fact, I enjoy talking with him. He’s a bright young man.”
“I can be enjoyable company,” said Loki, offended.
“You say that as you interrupt my private time and then claim I should be happy about it,” said (Y/N), deadpanning.
Loki drew himself up to his full height. He tapped his staff against the ground, and his black and green robes transformed into simpler formal attire. With another wave of his hand, a few instruments appeared and began playing soft music. Loki let his staff disappear in an emerald glow.
“What is this?” asked (Y/N) in cautious confusion.
“If you cannot go to the festival, then I shall bring the festival to you,” said Loki with a smirk. However, the smirk was more playful than cruel.
(Y/N) quirked an eyebrow before stepping forward. “How gallant of you. Trying to get in my good graces because I insulted you?” She slipped her hand into his.
Loki pulled her closer in a proper dance position. “Nonsense.” He grinned and leaned closer. “I think a hard worker should be rewarded with a little fun.”
“Oh, yes, because you like peasants just that much,” said (Y/N).
“For tonight…” Loki began leading them in a simple dance around the small cottage “…I don’t believe I mind them so much.”
(Y/N) smiled at him as they began waltzing together. “Then for tonight, I believe I don’t mind intrusive Fae so much.”
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Loki was not the only one who discovered a newfound affection for someone he previously found annoying. (Y/N) found herself enjoying her banter with Loki far more than she should seeing as he was a fae trickster whocursed a baby.And yet…she found him easy to speak with. She didn’t have to be proper with him. (Y/N) could beherself.
“You had to work since you were a child?” Loki looked positively aghast, nearly dropping his glass of tea.
“Not like I had a choice,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “I was an orphan who didn’t want to end up on the street. The castle provided shelter for work. It’s a pretty standard life for peasants.”
“I suppose you thought you were improving your life getting personally hired by the King and Queen,” said Loki.
(Y/N) chuckled. “And then I ended up in front of you at the celebration of Peter’s birth.” She groaned in melodramatic annoyance. “And now I’m living in the woods trying to keep a kid alive as three fairies just do whatever and a fae bothers me daily.”
Loki scoffed at the notion that he wasthatmuch of an annoyance to her. “And if you were still a common maid, you’d have a bossy human reigning over your every move.” He grinned. “In fact, I do believe I have saved you from a far viler life.”
“Oh, yes, because being a glorified babysitter is so much more worthwhile,” said (Y/N) sarcastically. “I’m lucky Peter is kind and independent, otherwiseImight have killed him and the fairies just to be done with this all.”
Loki swallowed a chuckle at her wittiness. “I suppose you are fortunate Peter was raised by you, then.”
(Y/N) widened her eyes dramatically. “Oh, god, no. I don’t need someone like me running around. He’s even more liable to get himself killed then.”
Loki quirked an eyebrow. “Or just end up being bothered by an intrusive fae.”
(Y/N) made a face. “Ha, ha,” she snarked.
“But would it really be too bad to have Peter be like you? You’re intelligent, witty, and courageous,” said Loki. He took a sip of tea to remain casual in the face of the praise. “Better like you than the king, anyway.” He diverted the conversation so he didn’t have to admit he complimented (Y/N). It would ruin their dynamic since neither had actively crossed from banter to tenderness in their friendship.
“King Quentin…” (Y/N) made a face. “You know, he acts all proper and royal, but there’s something…” She trailed off, unsure of how to proceed.
“False. Cold. Like he’s playing a part for the world to see,” said Loki softly. He looked at the tea in his cup contemplatively, his mind elsewhere.
(Y/N) looked at him in slight surprise at the insight. “Yeah…exactly.” Noticing the change in body in Loki, she reached out for a moment and put a hand on his. “Loki?” She frowned. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” said Loki, setting down his cup, not daring to move the hand touched by hers.
“Did the King…Do you know him?” asked (Y/N). Loki stared at her, and she coughed. “You just seemoffwhen you thought of him.” She tilted her head.
Loki swallowed and pulled himself straight. “I admit I did.”
(Y/N) drew back her hand. “Did your history contribute to why you cursed Peter?”
Loki chuckled softly. “Perceptive.”
“May I ask what happened?”
Loki let a slight smile appear on his face. “You may. Someone should know the truth after this is all over.”
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goddess of peace.
request: can you do any record of ragnarok’s gods character with a female reader who is like zhongli from genshin impact?
# tags: headcanon; strangers to lovers or current relationships or marriage relationships; light romance; a bit of fluff; goddess!reader; calm!reader; sfw
includes: female reader ft. hades, poseidon, heracles, loki & beelzebub {ror}
author’s note: yaaaay first ror request!! gimme more
— HADES
↘ You impressed many gods with your ever calm expression and voice that soothed everyone to sleep or healed mental wounds. No matter what you said, your gentle, almost shy smile and willingness to help made everyone on Olympus and during important meetings agree with you, although you often asked them to oppose your ideas in case of objections.
↘ Many deities gossip about your marriage to Hades – Lord of Death and King of the Underworld. Hades was the man feared by the entire Greek Pantheon, a class of his own and a god who had lived in solitude for thousands of years, his only friend for eternity being himself. So how did a beautiful, gentle, nature-loving woman like you fall in love with him and decide to live in Helheim? You were, after all, the Goddess of Calligraphy, The protector of Artists.
↘ The answer is very simple though. Hades is a secretive romantic and though the flowers you got from him were always withered, they were always the most beautiful gift you could receive because you knew his feelings were sincere. So, although you often missed the view of the sky, the warmth of the sun, running deer or the view of lakes and fields stretching from Mount Olympus, life with Hades was really wonderful, and he was a gallant gentleman bravely leading you by the hand.
↘ Your aura full of peace and nostalgia for the world of the living gave the underworld colors and warmth.
— POSEIDON
↘ Your close friend was Zeus, who one day organized a grand banquet for an unknown occasion. As his good friend, the Goddess of Science and Philosophy, you sat right next to him at a huge, round table on which meat dishes, all fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as sweets and wine barrels were arranged. Right next to your left sat the King of the Seas and at the same time the older brother of your best friend. Poseidon never got to know you, though of course he heard your name more than once when he spoke to his brothers and the other gods of Olympus.
↘ You were the definition of calm and prudence; your sparkling eyes studied each guest attentively, and you listened to each story with the greatest concentration. From time to time you answered questions from other, more important gods, thanking for each compliment, remark or approval. The fair-haired man didn’t say much that evening, but for the first time in ages he stayed at the table until the end of the meeting and sometimes, without a word, offering you another glass of alcohol or fresh fruit (in his mind, throughout the party, he wrote the dishes you tasted and the sweets that made the biggest smile on your face).
↘ Poseidon was delighted with you, though he couldn’t admit it. Of course he would never do that, especially among other Greek deities. This would create gossip and unnecessary attention to him. He also didn’t want you to feel embarrassed by unpleasant questions or comments.
↘ At the end of a meeting that seemed to last for years, everyone slowly returning to their realms. You also thanked for the meal and amazing company, saying ‘Goodbye’ to Zeus and the others. Poseidon followed you wordlessly. Before the handsome god submerged into the cold water, in gratitude for the nice time he gave you one of the seashells he once found at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Its shell was white and sparkled like a diamond. Before you could thank him though, Poseidon disappeared into the sea foam and you blushed hardly.
↘ In the world of the gods, giving another person a gift related to the profession of a patron was equivalent to a confession of feelings or a proposal.
— HERACLES
↘ Heracles from the first time he saw you (more than two thousand years ago) knew that you would be his and would do anything to protect your beautiful soul and precious smile. You were the Queen of the Forest and Meadows, so your nature was calm, patient and also timid. Heracles, on the other hand, as a hero and a man for whom respect for a woman was in the first place, of course, wanted to show you how much you mean to him and how precious flower you are.
↘ His behavior and feelings were very visible. He was like a teenager in love with a huge smile and a fast heartbeat whenever he received words of gratitude from you or small compliments about his strength, agility and acts of heroism towards animals or people.
↘ He is literally delighted and acts like a five-year-old after receiving a candy when you agree to go on a date with him. He probably stays awake for the next week, not eating, and begs Aphrodite and Apollo on his knees to help him with his hair and clothes. He is more than stressed when he thinking about your meeting, but he does not forget for a microsecond a bouquet of your favorite flowers, which he gives you with a shy smile, telling you how beautiful you look that day.
↘ When you thank him for them and take his strong, slightly rough from fighting hand, he almost faints, but don’t worry. It will definitely be the best date in the history of the Greek Pantheon.
— LOKI
↘ You are his opposite. No one among the Norse gods (and in general all deities that exist) understands your relationship and sincerely sympathizes with you, because Loki is the biggest rascal and jester. However, you don’t think you need sympathy or sad looks; on the contrary – next to him you feel really safe and good. This boy is very considerate of you and really appreciates that someone like the Norse Goddess of Poetry took an interest in him and gave him her fragile heart.
↘ Of course, he’s still a bit mischievous towards you, but his pranks never make you angry or sad. It’s more like jokes about Loki turning into an animal or running away from your kisses, flying high so you can’t reach him.
↘ God of Mischief is like a faithful dog when it comes to you. He always stays close to you, always takes a seat to your left, always looks at your interlocutor with bored eyes, and always tries to get your attention with loud laughter, singing and questions. He is a little attention hoe.
↘ Loki, alone with you, is a little poetry expert who brags to you how many books he has read and what new achievements he has made. He is concerned when he sees your sadness – then he tries hard to cheer you up with silly faces and at the same time puts on a mask of seriousness when he sees that you need a longer and serious conversation. Of course, then he will fly away again and pretend to be a mosquito, but as soon as he comes back to you, he will give you a million kisses. After all, you have exactly eternity for your love.
— BEELZEBUB
↘ He was horrified when he realized you were more than just a friend to him. He decided to distance himself, but you quickly knocked that idea out of his head, proposing a conversation. Of course, your calm voice and small smile immediately soothed the God of Darkness and made him believe that he would be happy with you.
↘ Being the Goddess of Light and Life was completely at odds with who you married after many years. You were like a beautiful tulip and he was a dried chrysanthemum. Extremely different, but perfectly complementary in terms of your characters and feelings. Your calm nature always soothed Beelzebub’s racing thoughts and his sad eyes, which still seemed not to understand why you gave your precious heart to the one possessed by Satan.
↘ However, you were happy with him and although his hand was always cold and his face was pale and often without a smile, you thought that he was the man you wanted to live with until the end of the world and one more day.
↘ Beelzebub had to admit it – he was damn in love with you and your beautiful aura was what honestly illuminated his previously bleak life. From the moment he met you, the man wanted to live and develop again. With such a queen by his side, nothing could destroy him.
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First Light
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Summary: Vetrnætr (Winter Nights) is a time to welcome winter and honor the gods of old. But, on the first morning of festivities, the only thing Loki wants to celebrate is you.
Pairing: Prince!Loki x Female Reader
Word count: 2.4k
Tags/Content: Fluff, Praise, Smut (Fingering, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms), Established Relationship, Pre-Thor (2011), Asgard AU
Rating: Explicit; 18+
Author’s note: A belated birthday gift to my amazing friend @loki-cees-all. You are the Goddess of Patience and Mercy and I appreciate you so very much! I hope this one lives up the hype. xx
It was easy to dismiss quiet mornings on Asgard in favor of boundless nights under the stars. But you never felt more content than when the first rays of daylight bathed the kingdom in a hazy glow. Beyond frost-kissed windows, the wind whispered a tale of winter’s early arrival, and you burrowed further under the protective arm curled around your shoulders.
Waking before Loki was a rare occurrence, and you offered up a prayer of gratitude to the Norns when you realized your lover was still slumbering beside you.
He was a being of little sleep, often arguing those bestowed with divinity had more stamina than the average Æsir, therefore requiring less rest. You disagreed.
Well, somewhat disagreed.
You pulled your lip between your teeth as you observed evidence of the prior evening’s chaotic activities: clothing and armor were strewn about the room, pillows and pelts haphazardly adorned the hearthside, and papers from Loki’s desk littered the floor, his bookshelves standing slightly askew. Even the bedposts seemed to be off-kilter.
Loki absolutely had the stamina of a god.
Still, he hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately. The past few weeks preparing for Vetrnætr had taken a toll on him. Loki had been responsible for coordinating the arrival of visiting dignitaries and nobility while also leading what he’d described to you as “lighthearted diplomatic discussions” with the royal council of Vanaheim. Queen Frigga, however, had confided that he was single-handedly responsible for not only fortifying Asgard’s long-held alliance between the Vanir and Æsir but also negotiating a new trade agreement between the neighboring realms.
You carefully tilted your face upward, committing the splendor of him in this moment to memory. Swathes of amber light illuminated the rise and fall of his chest, mapping the gentle exhales through parted lips that assured you he was alive. That he was real. That he was yours.
Your family and fellow courtiers had thought you mad when you turned down the advances of several of the Allfather’s golden warriors. But it was when you refused Thor that you’d stirred up any true semblance of trouble. Then again, the elder Odinson had attempted to court at least half the eligible maidens of Asgard, so it wasn’t that scandalous.
What everyone didn’t know then was that your heart secretly belonged to another. And even now, years later, it was hard to comprehend that he returned your affections. But he did, and he made sure you’d never have reason to doubt him.
For so long, he had existed in the shadows of those around him. Only a sacred few saw his light shining through. And once he’d revealed the whole of himself to you, how could anyone else possibly compare?
True, he could be unpredictable and disruptive, but Loki approached everything in life with an unwavering sense of humble dedication. His fidelity was one of the things you loved most about him.
“My beautiful miracle.”
You’d only meant to think it—but hearing the whisper of affection fall from your lips seemed the perfect way to commence the day. Tracing patterns across the exposed skin of Loki’s abdomen, you studied the contours of his handsome face. Long lashes fluttered against high cheekbones as his eyes darted back and forth behind closed lids.
“What is it you dream of?” you whispered, gently placing a kiss on his sternum.
“A prince dreams of many things.”
His reply caused your heart to stutter within your chest. The trickster had been awake all along, basking in the warmth of your sentimentality like a cat soaking up the sun.
“I should’ve known you were only pretending to be asleep,” you pouted as he finally cracked open his eyes to peer down at you.
“Mmm, you should have,” he said as he wrapped his hand around yours, bringing it to his lips and tenderly pressing his lips to your fingertips. “But, I did have the most interesting dream. It’s worth hearing, I assure you.”
Loki was nothing if not convincing, and you were curious.
“Go on then. I’m listening,” you replied with a playful roll of your eyes.
Loki cleared his throat as he fluffed the pillow under his head. Stars above. He was as dramatic as he was mischievous.
“It was the final night of Vetrnætr and the kingdom was blanketed in snow. I was tasked with riding into the forests alone,” he said, absentmindedly trailing his fingertips down your arm as he spoke, “to defeat a great beast with my magick.”
His voice was impossibly alluring, much like Loki himself. Soon, you were clinging to every word—mesmerized by the magnificent man beside you.
“I found myself in the depths of wilderness—where no other soul had dared to tread before. I, of course, was quite brave in the face of this unknown danger.”
“Fearless, some might say,” you offered.
He hummed in agreement, his eyes sparking with amusement. “Finally, I reached my destination. But a horde of Bilgesnipes was blocking the creature I’d come to slay.”
“Oh?” you said apprehensively. He solemnly nodded.
“So, I conjured a simple spell to vanquish them. Imagine my surprise when I realized they were not, in fact, angry Bilgesnipes but your dreadful snores plundering into my subconscious mind.”
Your brain stuttered—did he just? Bilgesnipes?! Loki smirked at the utterly bewildered expression on your face before mimicking the way you opened your mouth in shock. You’d walked right into his little trap and he was enjoying it far too much.
“Loki Odinson! I do not snore.”
You sounded less defiant than you hoped, and—in a bid to get him to renege the obvious lie—you wriggled out from under his arm and tossed a pillow at his stupid, handsome face.
“I beg to differ.” Deep, mirthful laughter rumbled in Loki’s chest. “Now, wait a minute—”
Much to his dismay, you’d moved to the edge of the bed. As you gathered one of the fur blankets around your nude form, Loki propped himself up on his elbows, those stark green eyes focusing on you with an intensity that didn’t seem justified this early in the day.
“Darling, don’t go. I was only teasing.” He grabbed your wrist, and the coolness of his fingers against your flesh sent a thrill rippling through you. “Allow me to make it up to you.”
The offer was tempting but, with Vetrnætr on the literal horizon, you had a never-ending list of obligations to attend to.
“You know we’re both expected at the first morning feast.”
“Yes, and that is still hours from now. Come back to bed.”
“It will take me hours to get ready for the celebrations.”
Loki clicked his tongue as you shimmied off the bed. “What a shame you don’t have a skillful sorcerer at your disposal.”
“Such misfortune,” you quipped, fingers reaching to secure the fur around your shoulders. A curse left your lips as nothing but cold air enveloped you instead. Loki shot you a wink as a wisp of seiðr danced across his palm.
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Where there are wolf’s ears, wolf’s teeth are near.” Dimples adorned the corners of his mouth as he grinned up at you.
“And now you’re not making any sense!”
“So come back to bed, little fox. Please. Help me make sense of things.”
Three thoughts inhabited your mind in this moment: a persistent chill was quickly settling in your bones and Loki’s bed was impossibly warm; applying the ceremonial makeup you were expected to wear today would take at least an hour—and having Loki glamour it on would be terribly convenient; and, finally, you were absolute shit at denying him anything. And Loki knew it.
He stretched his long legs as he awaited your submission. The action caused the silk sheets to settle low around his waist. Shadows traversed the deep V of his Adonis belt like divine brushstrokes while sunbeams highlighted the devastating muscles of his godly physique.
You never stood a chance.
Your pulse quickened as you propped a knee on the mattress, giving him a coy smile. “Satisfied, your highness?”
Loki inhaled as he surveyed your figure. It was easy to assume he was memorizing the smooth curves and soft dips of your body. Every imperfection, dimple, scar—he’d studied and worshiped each precious part of you. But in truth, he knew the map of your body better than he knew the wilds of Asgard—how to expertly navigate your release, to intimately claim you as his time and time again.
“Not quite.” His eyes glinted with desire as he curled his hands around your waist, guiding you to settle against the pillows. You watched in awe as he pulled the sheets over the both of you, adjusting the layers of covers and pelts as he caged you in his arms.
“Perfect.” It was no more than a whisper. But the sense of pride that thrummed through you must have been palpable, because Loki leaned down and brushed his mouth against yours. You barely had time to inhale before his tongue was swiping over your bottom lip and then moving against your own in eager, equal measure. He was heavy on top of you as he settled between your open legs—your collective arousal evident as your bodies seamlessly slotted together. It was exhilarating and grounding and you ached for him. When you dug your fingertips into the firm swell of his ass in a silent plea for more, he broke the kiss.
“What is it, my love?” you asked, noticing a glimmer of tears swelling in his eyes as he pulled away from you. You cupped his cheek, and his gaze flitted across your face.
“What did I do to deserve you?” Loki took in a deep, shuddering breath before kissing you once more. Sparks of white-hot heat ignited your skin as your heart hammered in your chest. Could he sense how wildly it was beating for him? “I’m so proud of you. You know that, right?”
How could words ever truly express that the love you possessed defied explanation, transcended comprehension, and overwhelmed every fiber of your being? How could you adequately convey that his praise was your Valhalla?
You finally managed to say, “I know,” but your response melded into a moan as Loki’s lips made contact with your nipple, rolling its twin between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re so good to me.”
“So good,” you echoed, arching into his touch as Loki’s hand skimmed your curves before dipping between your legs.
He found you slick and ready for him, and he easily slid two fingers into your cunt, his palm pushing upwards against your swollen clit. Delicious pressure built in your hips with each skillful turn of his wrist and you greedily bucked into his hand, grasping at his biceps for leverage.
You were quickly losing yourself to the adrenaline searing through you, igniting every nerve ending like a thousand meteors shooting across the night sky. Still, you knew Loki revelled in the euphoria of your unraveling just as much as you did. He yearned to hear your small whimpers of pleasure, to feel your hands on his body and your fingers twisting in his hair as you came undone at his touch. To be connected without reservation.
He’d once confided in you that the reassurance of your touch sparked something within him comparable only to his seiðr—you had become just as much a part of him as the ancestral magick that flowed through his very veins. Imagining a reality without either was like envisioning a world without sunlight or stars.
“Loki. Loki.” His name was witchcraft on your lips and his fingers deftly twisted inside you in response. When he slowed his movements, you clenched around him, desperately running your hands over the broad expanse of his shoulders. His skin was damp with sweat, his muscles quivering under your fingertips.
“And so eager. Gods, you’re gorgeous when you’re about to come apart.”
When Loki was nestled between your thighs, worshiping your body as if you were the only thing in all the Nine, time stood still. You were teetering on the edge of sweet release—right where he wanted you. A frustrated noise caught in the back of your throat as he removed his fingers, your thighs trembling as your climax began to ebb.
“Patience.” He spoke purposefully against your heated skin, as if reciting an invocation.
“Til árs ok friðar.” Loki paused, looking up at you with eyes so full of adoration you felt as though your heart would burst. He repeated the ancient phrase. “For a good year. And peace. That is my wish for you—for us—my love.”
You were completely lost under his spell. Your only tether to reality was Loki. His forearm heavy across your midriff. His tongue flat against your clit.
“F-faen, I’m– please,” you slurred, your chest heaving with ragged, uneven pants.
“That’s it,” Loki coaxed. “Come undone for me.”
At his words, the overwhelming tightness in your core snapped. Your orgasm ripped through your body—your mind clearing itself of every lingering thought. The wild beat of your heart became the soundtrack of your bliss and you sobbed as the tip of his regal nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. His tongue continued to lap at the warm center of your cunt as aftershocks rolled through you, your body involuntary jerking at the overstimulation.
“Too much…”
“One more, darling. If not for me, for Asgard.” A wicked grin spread across his face—his lips and chin glistening with your arousal—before he dipped his head back between your thighs. “Consider it a royal decree.”
It was pointless to argue with him, especially when he set his mind to something. You wound your fingers into his unkempt hair, and before long, you were curling up off the bed as you juddered under his touch for the second time.
“Thank you,” you said softly as you came down from your high. Loki pressed his forehead to yours.
“A final gesture of goodwill,” he murmured, the blunt tip of his cock nudging your entrance.
“We’ll be late to breakfast. I- I dare not disgrace your good name, my prince,” you said, gasping into his mouth as he pushed deeper inside you. You didn’t care if you missed every single celebratory banquet this week.
“I’m honored you think so highly of me, little wife.” You groaned in unison as he bottomed out with a swirl of his hips. “But it would not be the first time we’ve vexed the House of Odin thus. Nor the last, I hope.”
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