#Tom Hiddleston X Original Character

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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 1

Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Mia Sull) Chapter 2 Masterlist Series Rating: M Chapter Warnings: Mentions of sexual health items, alcohol use, Nudity Series warnings: Sexual content, alcohol use

RPF Note- This is a fictional version of Tom Hiddleston. I have and will continue to play with the timeline of his career. All characters are fictional. Out of respect for the actual Tom, I have fictionalized his family members beyond the most basic details as well as as past romantic entanglements. Please do NOT take this romantic work of fiction as disapproval of his current relationship. He appears happy, has a family and I am happy for him. I have a hundred and one fictional versions of him in my head, I don't need the real life man single.

Summary: Las Vegas drew in people like him. Heart broken, lonely and rejected while his ex married someone else. Here he could be anyone though, flying under the radar of his skyrocketing fame.

Las Vegas was home to people like her. Lonely, broke and with the weight of the world on her shoulders. There was never enough of anything except stress. She was one of the countless faces that lived in the shadow of the glittering lights.

Two worlds collide in a drunken night neither can remember. What do you do when what happens in Vegas is a legally binding marriage contract between two strangers?

Chapter One

Shrill ringing cut through the silence. Slitting open her eyes, Mia regretted it instantly. The bright sunlight of the day stabbed her eyes without care for the pain it caused. Blindly, she groped toward the cursed sound of her phone ringing. Pawing at it, she dismissed the alarm or call or alert- what exactly she didn’t know and didn’t care at that moment. 

“Fucking hell…” It was hard to talk. Her throat felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton balls. Her head pounded and it felt like she was floating. 

“Agreed…” she could have sworn a voice mumbled behind her. She had had far too much to drink the night before and couldn’t trust her senses.

“Where are you?” The voice was a distant squawk. It turned out that it was a call and, rather than dismissing it she had answered it. 

“Fuck.” she said again, not registering much but dragging the phone to her ear. “What?”

“Breakfast. You’re missing from it. Where are you?” It was her sister Ashley on the other end of the call. 

Breakfast… shit. Breakfast. “I’ll get right on that.”

“Where are you?” Ashley’s voice was so loud. Was the phone on speaker or was the volume punishing her for the night before?

“Hotel room?” Mia said.

“Mandalay Bay.” The voice behind her offered slightly stronger. The bed shifted under the weight of another occupant moving. The voice earlier hadn’t been a figment of her imagination after all.

“Who was that?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t honestly know.” She admitted, not caring if she hurt the occupant’s feelings but trying to keep her voice down. 

If there wasn’t a thousand angry hornets surfing on shifting sand in her skull, it may have occurred to her that admitting that while in a hotel alone- she assumed they were alone at least- with a strange man was likely not the greatest choice. 

“Tom.” The mystery man supplied as if that actually gave her any information. Did he expect her to remember him? Did he remember her?

“He says his name is Tom.” Did she even know a Tom? She had no memory of a Tom. 

“I heard.” Ashley was not pleased. She was whatever existed below highly displeased was. “Who the hell is-”

“Give me ten to fifteen, kay?” Mia didn’t give her a chance to answer before disconnecting the call. 

“What the hell happened?” It took all the strength in her body to roll from her stomach to her back. Her limbs felt like they had been replaced with sacks of potatoes. How much did I drink?

The thought was cut off when she saw him. Light brown hair was lit up gold in the offensively bright Las Vegas morning sun, defining the curl to the short stands. He had a sharp jaw peppered with morning stubble and defined cheekbones. Most importantly, he was without a shirt. Hopefully that was all the clothes missing from him. 

He held his hand up over his chest, suspended and looking at it incredulously. A Simple gold ring reflected off his left hand. 

Fuck. Her leg brushed against his as she shifted to face him. She was very much naked and anything resembling pant legs did not cover his leg. Fuckity fuck fuck. She fucked a married man. When the fuck did she sink so low?

“I think we got married?” Tom’s voice had fewer cotton balls and gravel now as he shifted again in the bed. 

“Oh thank god, you’re not married.” The words slipped out in a breath before the real meaning of his words sank in and she bolted upright. “Wait, what? Fuck.” She yanked the too thin blankets up to her naked chest as soon as the overly cold hotel room air made contact with her bare breasts. In the process, she stole blankets from the mystery Tom. His long toned thigh and hip was reveled and yep- he was naked too.

“I believe we’re married.” The words came slowly, calmly as he watched her. Absently, he tugged the blanket to cover his hip and maintain his cover, though he seemed far less concerned with potential exposure than she was. Who could blame him? His chest and abdomen were toned. No wonder she fell into bed with him. 

But marry him? She wouldn’t. She didn’t know him. And they couldn’t, anyway. “There’s no way.”

“Shall we find out?” Muscles rippled and contracted as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His back was as nice to look at as the rest of him. Quickly, she chastised herself for thinking that way. 

This was insanity. 

Look away, she reminded herself, as he leaned down and slipped on a pair of boxers. Before she could stop herself, she noticed how they hugged the curve of his ass. It was possible he had a nicer ass than her. 

Tom rummaged around as she tried to make a gown out of the blanket before handing her a white button-down shirt. It was too large for her and clearly was his. “Your dress is ripped down the zipper.” 

“Turn around.” 

He complied, but a chuckle slipped from him as he did so. “It’s a bit late for that, eh?” 

“We don’t know that.” It was a lie, she knew it was. Her hips ached in a way that made it impossible to lie to herself, but she sure as hell would lie to him.

“The condom in the trash over here says we did,” or maybe lying to him wasn’t an option. “It’s okay if you don’t remember- I only remember bits. We shouldn’t have.” 

“But we did.” It killed her to admit that. “Look, if we were so drunk we couldn’t remember having sex, they wouldn’t have given us a marriage license.”

“You think?” It didn’t sound like he was listening to her as he rummaged through some papers that were scattered on the floor. 

“I know, Tom- that’s your name, right? Look, these sorts of things happen in movies and books. Sure, you can walk into the clerk’s office and get a marriage license damn near 24/7 and walk out with a license within 30 minutes, but they’re trained to look for people too damn drunk to make that decision.”

“And what if I just found the paperwork?” When she faced him, he was looking at her intently and holding a stack of papers in his hand. 

“No.” He pulled the papers from her as she reached for them, eyebrow raised. 

“You don’t know me?” His whole demeanor changed with the question, body becoming rigid.

What the fuck sort of question was that? “Should I?”

“It doesn’t’ matter.” Sure, he was hot, but what the fuck was with that ‘do you know who I am?’ shit? But he seemed to relax with that answer. He didn’t look like a mafia throwback at least. 

When she reached for the papers again, he let her take them. She didn’t exactly have the right clothes on to try and climb the man to steal them if he had decided to be childish. The official papers were all there. Everything looked legit and the yellow carbon copies were present with the official white sheets missing. 

“Fuck me.” 

“I would make a joke, but I suspect now isn’t the time.” Tom cracked a slight smile, but she only returned a glare. 

“Not the time.” 

“So, are we married?” 

“I think so.” She wanted to puke. It wasn’t fair. She was so hung over and yet the adrenalin was letting her think through the shifting sands in her brain. There wasn’t anything she wanted to do more than puke in the moment, yet her mouth was dryer than the desert. 

“Maria, correct?” Tom spoke softer. “The paperwork said your name is Maria?”

“Mia,” She corrected absently. She was only Maria when someone was mad at her. “Hiddleston? That’s my new name? What the fuck kind of name is that?” Realizing how harsh her words were, she tacked on a quick, “Sorry.” 

“I can’t say none taken, but we’re under stress, so I’ll let it pass.” 

Fiddling with the ring on her finger, she stood in silence for a moment before sitting in a heap on the bed. It wasn’t her intention to insult his name, but she hadn’t expected to have woken up to a husband.

“Here.” A glass of water waved through the tears she hadn’t realized were gathering in her eyes. “You’re probably dehydrated. I know my head is pounding,  yours surely is too.” 

“Thank you.” She wasn’t aware of how thirsty she was until she took the first gulp of water to wash down the Advil he also handed to her.

“Slow down,” He cautioned, “or you’ll make yourself sick. 

Looking down at the last bit of water in the glass, she was silent as her stomach rolled. They had to do something. This shouldn’t have been able to happen. She couldn’t be married to a stranger. 

“We need to file for an annulment.” the words came out softly and silence hung in the air after. “The ring is pretty- hopefully it can be refunded. Do you think you picked it or me?” She was talking to fill the void in the room. 

“I did,” He sounded… something. Down. Perhaps the reality of the situation was weighing on him as well. “You wouldn’t have any part of picking it.” 

“You remember?” 

“Bits and pieces are coming back.” 

“You picked a nice one.” The ring fit her well, sparkling with promises fit for a princess she would never get to be. “Hopefully you can get a refund.” 

Silence again. There were no analog clocks in hotels anymore, but she could somehow still hear the ticking of a clock marking off the seconds in her soul.

“I can have Ashley, my sister, bring me some clothes and we can go get the paperwork filed.” The words were flowing out quickly, trying to fill the room. “We can get this taken care of and be done with it. You won’t have to see me again. I won’t make it dif-”

“What if we don’t?” Long nimble fingers that made her remember warmth twisted his simple band around his finger. 

“What?” Surely she didn’t hear him right.

“I was raised to believe things happened for a reason. The amount of things that should have stood in the way to prevent this- what if it happened for a reason?” He couldn’t be serious.

“So what, we just stay married?” 

“Well,” She cut him off. 

“We don’t even know eachother!” 

This was insanity. He was insane. Why would a man like him want to be married to some random woman he didn’t know? He looked like a goddamn god, surely women fall at his feet. She wasn’t special. Any woman could have fallen into his bed. It just happened to be her this time. 

“Hear me out,” He said. It was hard not to look at him. What woman wouldn’t want a tall, handsome man pleading with her while wearing nothing but his well fitted boxers? “Let’s take some time. Let’s get to know eachother. We don’t have to rush-”

“You’re actually insane.” In her exasperation, she flopped back on the bed. The hem of the shirt- his shirt- rode up her thighs, and she quickly sat back up and yanked the fabric down. “If we ‘take our time’, the window for annulment will close. Then-”

“Then we get a divorce.” He said it as if it was that simple. 

“Divorce means lawyers and court fees. I don’t exactly have shit to split but-” 

“I’m not concerned about my assets.” 

“How long do you want? A few days?” She ran her hands through her waves in frustration, but quickly yanked them down again as she felt the hem of the shirt creeping higher again. “I need some damn pants.”

“What about a year?” 

~~~~~~

Alcohol was burning in his throat even as he called for another. Ice clanked against the cold glass. Lights and sounds blinked and clanged around him and yet, thanks to the insulation, it sounded distant. Condensation dampened his fingertips.

It was childish; he knew that. He was far too grown to be drowning his sorrows in a bar. It was risky too- with the attention and influx of fans, he could only dream of it wouldn’t be unexpected for someone to recognize him. 

“Excuse me?” A soft voice called behind his shoulder. This was it, he was found out. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m on per-” She slipped into the empty seat next to him. The bar was packed, and it had only recently been vacated. Though he looked at her, she had her eyes on the bartender.

“Washington apple?” She ordered.

Brown waves cascaded down her back. Were they as soft as they looked? The scent of flowers clung to the surrounding air. 

“Mia!” The bartender knew her. “Shouldn’t you have gone home hours ago?” 

“No point. I wouldn’t sleep anyway.” The glass slid into her hand with practiced coordination that gave away a history between her and the bartender.

“Why’s that?” He shouldn’t be listening in on their conversation, but the whiskey buzzed in his head, making it hard not to.

“AC is down. No one would get any sleep, anyway.” 

Tom downed his whiskey and ordered another. His ex may be getting married, but why should he spend that time alone?

“I couldn’t imagine trying to sleep here with no air conditioning.” 

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ( Part 6 in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor being an absolute ass, Odin being a terrible father

A/N: I did some googling quickly for military terms and ranks (since I have no previous knowledge of them) as well as some basic information about the royal guards in England. I took some of what I found interesting and then made up most of the rest to fit what I needed for my story so there will be some similarities. Also... I haven't written anything in like a year (maybe longer) so be nice please 💚💚

You stand at constant attention in silence outside of Prince Loki's private office. You listen to the birds singing through the open window across the hall from where you are posted and wonder how long you could go without making a sound. You have been trained by the Royal Army for years to remain silent, vigilant, always listening and watching your surroundings for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary. You are always on guard, ready to protect Prince Loki should the need arise. Not that someone with his fighting skills or magic would need protection from a simple soldier like you. You were assigned this post purely because it was customary for each member of the royal family to have a sentry, whether they actually need one or not.

Your attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching from your left. You are unable to determine how many people are coming but judging by their pace and heavy boots, they are most likely all soldiers. Commandant Thorn, the soldier in charge of your company, makes his way down the hall at a steady pace. He is followed by your captain, Captain Skye who is holding a leather bound book containing the names of all the sentries and their current posts. Trailing the two older men, are four low ranking soldiers you can't remember the names of.

The group of soldiers comes to a stop in front of you and your fellow guard and you both salute your commanding officers. "Lieutenant Y/L/N," Captain Skye says, opening his book for a moment. He closes it and looks up at you, "Prince Loki will of course be attending the Winter Solstice Ball. You will be required to escort him to the ballroom and remain on guard there until he dismisses you for the evening."

You nod in response, carefully hiding the heavy emotions you have surrounding the upcoming ball. The soldiers move on and you are left alone with the other guard again. She says nothing to you and even if you were allowed to speak, you know Sergeant Sands wouldn't talk to you. She is not your friend, none of the members of the Royal Guard are your friends. It wasn't always this way though, it is only since you were promoted to the rank of lieutenant that the guards you work with began to distance themselves from you.

You had been assigned to Prince Loki for three months when you were promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. Your fellow soldiers immediately assumed the young prince had a hand in it as he did little to hide how he favored you over the other guards who were previously assigned to him. The rumors about you spending the night in Loki's chamber instead of guarding it flowed through the palace soon after. You adamantly denied these rumors and any favoritism from the prince but it was a wasted effort. It also happened that the rumors were true to a point.

The door to Loki's office opens and you stand at attention as the court accountant exits, holding several rolls of paper and mumbling to himself. Sargeant Sands follows him without any orders needed, she is his sentry and will go where he goes. As she walks past by, she glances at you with what can only be described as a look of disgust. You look down at your boots, fully aware of what she is thinking.

You wait quietly for Loki to open the door again but you know him, he will want to read through all of his notes from today before he finalizes his meeting schedule for tomorrow. You have roughly half an hour until he will be done, half an hour to stand here and think about the dreaded Winter Solstice Ball.

Another half an hour later, as expected, Loki opens the door and walks out. Waving his hand towards the door, he uses his magic to seal the room. He smiles warmly at you and you smile back at him for the first time today. This was your favorite part, the part where the sun goes down and Loki frees you from your constant silence.

He touches your cheek softly and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back but pull away quickly as you hear footsteps approaching. You step away from Loki and stand at attention as Prince Thor comes around a corner. You keep your eyes straight ahead but you can feel Loki stiffening next to you, he and his brother get along much better when they are at court than they do in private.

The brothers greet each other politely and you silently wish the older prince would simply continue on his way but it doesn't seem likely. Your attention shifts to the window across the hall from you again, you can just barely glimpse the sunset over the tall evergreen trees in the distance. You know Loki will tell you if he and Thor discuss anything interesting so there is no need for you to listen to their conversation. The two of them continue for several long minutes before you realize Thor has said something to you.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N?" Thor says and you shake your head as you shift your focus.

"I'm sorry your highness, I was unaware you were speaking to me," you apologize. He had never spoken to you before and you were unsure why he would start now. Loki folds his arms across his chest and you feel uneasy at how annoyed he seems.

Thor laughs which does nothing to make you feel better. "I was wondering what it was about you that made you my brother's favorite," he says. "You must truly be special, a sentry's post typically only lasts three months, perhaps six at the most. You have been with Loki for how long now?"

You think for a moment before replying. You had been assigned to Loki for only a month before he first spoke to you and you had quickly become close friends. Three months after becoming friends with the prince, you slowly became more until you were completely in love with him.

"Fourteen months," you answer him in as few words as possible.

Thor looks at his younger brother with a smirk, "Fourteen?" Loki remains silent and you can tell his older brother is not even close to letting you leave soon. He turns his attention to you again, "So is it true then?"

"Is what true your highness?" you ask quietly.

"That you follow my brother's orders when you are wearing your armor and when you are not?" he laughs and his sentry smiles then looks towards the ground. "I could use a sentry like that, I grow tired of being followed by these shadows."

Loki's fist clenches but he answers Thor calmly. "Maybe if you learned your sentries name and weren't so insufferable to be around, they would remain at your service for longer than a month at a time," Loki says. "And you are the last person I would expect to listen to palace rumors. According to the most recent ones I've heard, you've slept with nearly half of the kitchen staff this month alone."

Thor smiles, proud of himself. You and Loki realize the stories you had overheard were true, if not understated. He explains, "That is why I assume the rumors of you and your little pet are true as well."

You find yourself in that brief moment wishing Loki would confirm everyone's suspensions. Not necessarily that you were sleeping together, that you were in love and wanted to be together. You know wishing for this is as useful as wishing it would rain gold. Once again you remind yourself that this is the way it will always be, until he marries a woman of high status and you are forgotten.

Instead of responding, Loki turns from his brother and walks down the hall towards the stairwell that leads to the royal family's chambers. You follow him silently, staying a few steps behind as always.

"Come now brother, I was merely joking," Thor calls from behind you but neither of you stop walking.

The two of you continue on in silence until you reach the top of the stairs and Loki's pace slows so he is walking next to you. His hand finds yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. As soon as you feel his touch, you begin to relax.

"I'm sorry about my brother," he says quietly.

"His behavior isn't your fault," you reply. "And he is far from the first person to corner me about our relationship. I am used to denying the truth."

He stops, causing you to turn back towards him, your hand still holding his. He then takes a few small steps, closing the distance between you. Loki touches your cheek gently with his other hand. "I'm sorry Y/N," he tells you again. "I wish we didn't have to hide but you know there are some rules even I cannot break so openly. Maybe I should have hid my favoritism towards you better but I couldn't bear to have you reassigned. You mean too much to me."

You smile, "So I am your favorite sentry?"

He lets out a laugh, "You are my favorite person in the nine realms." You giggle at his answer and his fingers trail down your cheek until his thumb gently runs across your lips. He leans down to kiss you but just as his lips touch yours, you feel your heart jumps in your chest.

You hear several sets of footsteps and separate yourself from Loki in an instant. He looks down the hall as his mother, two of her maids and one guard come into view. She smiles brightly at both of you as she comes closer and you bow to the queen in respect. You find it hard to miss the side eye from her sentry or the whispers shared between her maids. Loki gives his mother a hug and wishes her a goodnight. She tells him to have a goodnight as well and continues on her way.

You and Loki walk off in the opposite direction towards his chambers and once you are alone again, Loki moves to take your hand but you flinch away. He looks hurt by your momentary rejection but he doesn't say anything. He knows how nervous you are about being seen touching him or speaking to him. You round the next corner and are flooded with relief as Loki's door finally comes into view. You fight the urge to smile, holding onto your composure as you've been trained.

Loki opens the door and steps inside, you follow him as you always do and he closes the door. He flicks his wrists towards you without a word and the heavy armor you wear over your clothing instantly settles itself neatly into a large chest. You take a few deep breaths, feeling as if most of the weight you have been carrying leaves you, but not all.

"Thank you your highness," you say out of habit.

"Please, never call me that in here," he reminds you gently. "In here I'm not a prince, I'm just Loki." He walks towards you and you don't realize you are moving away from him until your back hits the door and his body comes flush to yours. One hand settles on your hip while his other hand lifts your chin, causing you to look up at him. He continues, "And you are not Lieutenant Y/L/N, you are Y/N. The woman I am so deeply in love with." He smiles and you can't help but smile back at his words. All your worries vanish the instant his lips meet yours.

You lay in Loki's arms watching the sunlight fill his room through the sheer curtains. You try to memorize the sound of his slow, steady breathing and the feel of his heart beat against your back as he holds you even in his sleep. You inhale deeply and focus on deciphering every herb and oil Loki uses to keep his hair soft. Closing your eyes, you use your senses to bring an image of Loki's face into your mind and try to hold it there.

"What are you thinking about my love?" he asks in a sleepy voice. You open your eyes and shift closer to him, pulling his arms tighter around your body. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asks, now much more awake.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words. You had been thinking about what you needed to do most of the night but now that it was time, you weren't sure you would be able to do it.

"I've told you, you can speak freely here," he says softly, urging you gently as always to speak your mind when you were with him. His fingers move slowly up and down your arm as he tries to comfort you without knowing what is causing your distress.

"I need to transfer to a new post," you tell him. You hear him inhale sharply as his fingers suddenly go still.

You stand outside Loki's office with Thor's new guard and two others in silence waiting for a very long meeting to conclude. You stifle a yawn and shift uncomfortably on your feet before regaining your composure. The tall guard standing across from you rolls his eyes while the woman next to him mumbles something that can only be about you.

It has been two days since you told Loki you wanted to transfer and you hadn't heard anything from your commanding officer. In the meantime, you decided to go back to sleeping in your assigned room at the soldiers quarters. You had forgotten how much you hated it there. The common areas are loud and there is little privacy, everyone is in everyone else's business. You barely leave your room, which is a surprise to no one. They wouldn't speak to you even if you did. You live in a world of utter silence surrounded by never ending noise.

You feel as if you are shattering from the inside out and you try to remind yourself that it needs to be this way. The two of you hid in his chambers as if it protected your relationship but it could never be real. How could it be when he could barely acknowledge your presence when in public. He is a prince and you are a soldier as were your parents, you were not high born. Loki is destined to marry the daughter of a council member and you will guard them and their children.

The door to Loki's office opens, you and the three guards stand at attention. Prince Thor walks out first, followed by two council members. They walk off in different directions, shadowed closely by their sentries but you remain, as always, at Loki's door.

You stare at the wall in front of you for what feels like eternity. Your mind wanders between your favorite memories from your brief time with Loki and the crushing weight of your current reality. You stand up straighter when you hear the door swing open and Loki steps out.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," he says, "I need to speak with you."

You nod and follow him into his office, closing the door behind you. You stand motionless, taking in his office and how much it feels like him. The dark wood bookshelves crowded with leather bound books, the chair pulled close to the window so he can see the garden below when drinking his afternoon tea, the green and gold accents on various pieces of furniture.

You sigh to yourself as you follow him to his desk. He takes a seat and you stand across from him with your arms behind your back, waiting for him to speak first.

"Y/N," he says informally but you don't relax. "Your transfer to a new post was not approved."

"Can I ask why your highness?" you keep the formalities as you've been trained.

"The Winter Solstice Ball is in less then a week," he answers as if you could forget. "The Royal Guard seems to be too busy tightening security and preparing for everyone's arrival to complete your paper work at this time."

"Understood, your highness," you say. "I should return to my post." You turn to head back outside of his office.

"Wait," he calls and you freeze just before you reach the door. You hear him get up from his seat and walk around the desk. "Please stay, talk to me Y/N. I miss you so much it hurts."

"I can't," you say almost in a whisper

He touches your arm and you turn to face him, seeing the pain in his eyes. "I miss the way your laughter filled my chambers. I miss hearing you hum to yourself when you think I can't hear you. I miss the sound of your voice and how easy it is to talk to you," he says and you force down a smile and the urge to hold him tightly.

"I can't bear to be without you," he tells you and you want to tell him you can't be apart from him either but you remain silent for fear you'll lose your resolve completely. He strokes your cheek gently and you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too," you tell him, seeing a spark of hope light his eyes. You shake your head and take a step away from him, "But I can't do this. I'm sorry." Before he can say anything else you tell him, "It will only hurt more the longer we wait to end this."

"We don't have to end this, now or ever," he insists as he steps towards you. "I promise I will find a way for you to be mine, not just when we are hidden away, but always. You believe me, don't you?"

"I want to," you tell him truthfully. Loki had promised several times to find a way to marry you but you thought it was false hope. "But this isn't a fairytale my prince, we don't always get a happy ending."

You want to disappear into the marble floor, to be sucked into the wall behind you or simply vanish into thin air but you can't. Instead, you must stand perfectly still and silent as you watch the dancing and merriment around you. You momentarily wish you would go back to a time when you didn't feel an ache in your chest at the mere thought of another woman being in Prince Loki's arms. Shaking your head just slightly, you chase away the thought. As much as this hurts, you will always cherish the limited time you shared with him.

The music changes tempo as the first of seven courses comes to an end. Couples begin to take to the open floor in the center of the ballroom. Prince Thor and Prince Loki make their way to the group of single, eligible women awaiting them, each at a different pace. The older prince seems to now exactly which woman he would like to spend time with first. He offers his arm to her and declares her the most beautiful woman at the ball, causing her to blush and giggle. The younger prince takes his time walking to the crowd and simply takes the hand of the closest woman without so much as glancing at her. His lack of interest does little to dampen her excitement however.

The dozen or so women who were not chosen move away from the dance area and you have to hold back a groan as they gather directly in front of you to wait for a chance with one of the princes. You can't help but listen to them discuss which prince they think is better looking or who they would prefer picked them. The first song ends and the two princes each select another dance partner. Again, Prince Thor takes little time deciding who he wants while Prince Loki simply offers his hand to the first woman he sees. You can practically hear him sigh as she holds his arm and walks quickly to the dance floor.

As the second song begins, one of the women briefly looks at you over her shoulder before motioning towards you to her friends. Your ears go red with embarrassment as she tells them the rumors of your past relationship with Loki just loud enough that she knows you will hear. Of course she gets the ending wrong. She assumes, like everyone else, that the prince grew tired of you and banished you from his bed chambers. You had to admit, it seemed a far more likely story than the truth.

You shift your attention to the ceiling for a moment, hoping that counting the candles in the chandeliers will distract you from their stares and comments. You only count to twenty seven before the sound of a glass shattering draws your gaze back to the guests. A council member laughs loudly, clearly drunk already, as a servant cleans the wine glass from the dance floor.

Your eyes scan the room and easily find Loki at the center of the crowd, a third woman in his arms. Your drawn to his face, studying his features. He smiles at the woman as he twirls her and she giggles but she doesn't know him like you do. She doesn't know that's the smile he uses at court, not the smile he shows you. Showed you, you correct yourself. He glances away, not holding eye contact with her as they move effortlessly across the dance floor.

After the final course is served, the dance floor fills for the last time and you sigh with relief that the night is almost over. You shift on your feet, looking down for a moment when the chatter of the women in front of you begins again. Why must they stand here to wait, you think to yourself.

The princes once again make their way to their potential dance partners and Thor makes his pick quickly. Loki stands in front of the women for a moment and your eyes lock with his as he looks between them.

"Pardon me," he says politely to the crowd as he moves forward, slipping past the confused women. He makes his way towards you and your breath catches in your throat. He stands in front of you and holds out his hand. You look at him, stunned by his actions. He smiles when you don't move, "Will you dance with me, my love?" Still you remain silent, looking past Loki to see how much attention his actions have drawn. "Don't look at them," he says, touching your cheek softly as you look at him again.

You steady your nerves and place your hand in his. The moment his fingers close around yours, you are surrounded by a light cloud of green, shimmery smoke. When Loki's magic fades, you are wearing a flowing emerald green gown with golden trim, perfectly matching his dress uniform. Your hair has been restyled to hold a small gold tiara with short horns, mirroring the helmet he had worn during his entrance.

"Gods, you look gorgeous in my colors," he says with a wide smile, causing you to blush. "To be fair, you are always beautiful but now it is clear to everyone here that you are mine." You feel as if your heart might burst when he calls you his, he had said it before but only when you were hidden away.

Loki keeps his fingers interlaced with yours as he leads you to the dance floor, straight through the group of now very angry women. Some cross their arms, others give you dirty looks and several make rude comments as you pass. You pause before stepping onto the dance floor, the chatter and stares coming from the guests near you holding you back. He senses your hesitation and leans down to place a kiss gently on your cheek.

Your mind can barely begin to process what is happening as he takes you straight to the middle of the dance floor. He places one hand on your hip and you place your hand on his shoulder as you had done so many times over the last few months. You and Loki shared several secret dances in his chambers and his office, he found it difficult to listen to music sitting still.

He holds you close, his eyes never leaving yours while you dance between the other guests. You focus on how amazing it feels to be back in his arms, ignoring the strange looks and whispers that surround you. He twirls you gracefully and you spin back into him, giggling as you final feel at ease. As the song draws to a close, Loki spins you one final time. When he pulls you back to him, he leans down slightly and your lips meet his.

You smile up at him, hoping this isn't a dream when you see his mother approaching you. You take a step away from Loki but he keeps his hand on your waist, not letting you go too far. You bow to the queen and she says, "I think it is my turn to dance with my son."

You nod quickly in agreement and Loki let's go of you, his magic fading instantly as your armor reappears. You walk through the crowd with your head down and return to your post, once again wishing you were invisible. The women watch you, gossiping wildly as you pass again. You can only imagine what they are saying but they are not your biggest concern at the moment.

Anxiously, you watch Queen Frigga and her son move across the dance floor. You can't hear what they are saying of course, but you can tell by her expression that there will be consequences for his actions. As the song ends you see your captain approach you and your stomach drops. Loki will not be the only one to be punished for choosing you.

"The king had summoned you to the throne room," he says in a stern voice. You nod in acknowledgement and when you look back towards the dance floor, Loki and his mother are gone.

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[allthenobodyppl]

Title: Arousal Poisoning

Fandom: Loki TV Series

Rating: Explicit Smut

Relationship: Loki/Reader or Loki/Original Female Character

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius took Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet that had only one infrastructure – a prison that was supposed to house the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals. Every single criminal and prison guard had been executed and the prison ransacked. Mobius and Loki were supposed to investigate before the branched timeline collapsed, but a trap poisoned Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts…

Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex fanfic that can either be a self-insert, or an original female character, depending on your own interpretation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54362926

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[darknight3904]

The Dress

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Asgard 1971 A.D. (Thor 26, Loki 26, Astri 24)  

   "I think she'll wear green, brother," Thor said 

   "Why does it matter what she wears?" Loki asked dismissively 

Thor smiled knowingly at his younger brother who was sipping at his wine pretending not to hide his face in his beverage. 

   "Oh, it does not. Not to me at least. The last time she wore green I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head." Thor teased

 

Thor's words continued to bounce around in Loki's head all day and into the night. He hadn't seen much of Astri today since she was sparring with Sif and then practicing some new magic technique with his mother. They hadn't had lessons together in years after she and Loki got in a fight which ended in Frigga's favorite vase breaking and Loki's ego feeling rather bruised when Astri refused to talk to him for a week. He hadn't meant to antagonize her but his jealousy got the better of him and after she had been able to successfully multiply herself faster than him he had let out a string of insults which ended after he brought up her mother and father. Astri had shot him across his mother's chambers so fast that he barely had time to blink. 

   "Say another word, Loki and I'll toss you from the balcony next." Astri's voice was dripping in malice as her hands were still glowing their soft blue hue her magic put out.

   "I'd like to see you try," Loki had quickly quipped back righting himself while Frigga demanded they cease their actions at once 

Astri's hands had glowed once more and this time he went to the other side of the room and into his mother's favorite vase, a gift from his father when they married. 

Loki tossed and turned now in his bed, wishing he had been at whatever lesson his mother had been teaching today. No, it wasn't because he wanted to be better at whatever was being taught. He liked seeing Astri's face light up whenever she got something right. He had seen it often when they were children when learning about the history of Asgard in their shared classes. 

A quiet knock sounded, interrupting his nightly brooding. Loki removed himself from the pile of blankets and pillows he slept with nightly and pulled the door open to reveal Astri and a tall stack of books. 

   "I missed seeing you today so I figured I'd come to you." She explained entering his room without even asking and tossing the books onto his already overflowing desk.

  "It's very late, Astri." Loki sighed trying to pretend that he was tired and not at all happy to see her. 

   "So? We used to sneak into Thor's room and then hang him from the ceiling by his toes around this time when we were younger." She pointed out before selecting a book and jumping onto his bed

   "Yes, we did. But..." Loki trailed off eyeing her legs that were exposed by her night dress moving up as she got comfortable among his many pillows

   "Why do you have so many pillows? It's kind of impractical." She said utterly missing his wandering eyes

Loki felt a lump rise in his throat as she tossed a pillow towards him to get his attention as if he wasn't always watching whenever she entered the room.

   "Are you gonna put on a shirt and come over here or keep standing there?" She asked

Right. Clothes. He fumbled for the shirt he had discarded on the floor before climbing into bed hours earlier. He tried to calm his nerves before sliding under the covers next to her. One of his many pillows was squished behind her acting as back support while she began to explain the plot of whatever book she had chosen for their evening. Loki watched as her long hair moved while she gestured to the hand-drawn pictures of a large mountain on the first page. Her hair had always been mesmerizing for him. Even as a child, he had been interested in it, pulling at it for fun and just to get her attention. The result had been Astri cutting her hair up so it was chin length so she could avoid Loki's mean hands. Now, it was long again, streaming over her shoulders and down past her chest. God don't look at her chest!

   "Are you even listening to me?" She asked suddenly, reaching out to flick his forehead.

   "Of course." He lied, moving her hand away from him.

   "Then what just happened in this book?" She asked

  

Loki smiled before gently taking the book from her hands and setting it aside.

   "Does it matter? Why don't you show me what my mother taught you today?" He asked, leaning towards her

  "Are you going to get angry if you can't do it yourself?" She asked

  "No, of course not. That time I wasn't angry at you...I was upset with myself." He admitted

  "I know..." She softly said reaching for his hand with her smaller ones

  "So what did you learn today?" He asked letting her play with his fingers

   "Well I didn't succeed but Frigga was trying to teach me how to take over others' bodies." She responded a little sadly

   "Ah, enchantment. I've read about it." He nodded

   "Can you do it?" She asked

    "No. Not yet." He said, "I've tried on Thor in the past."

Astri nodded and looked back down at his hand in hers.

   "What are you wearing at tomorrow's festival?" He asked suddenly

   "Wouldn't you like to know," Astri smirked

   "I would actually," Loki replied

    "Why? Scared we'll show up in  matching dresses?" She laughed

   "Perhaps." Loki softly said 

   "Guess you'll just have to wait and find out." Astri smiled 

Loki woke the next morning to a stiff left arm and a slightly sore neck. The cause of the issues? Astri had fallen asleep next to him last night. She had convinced him to read to her and then proceeded to fall asleep almost immediately despite insisting she was not tired. He tried to slowly move her head off his arm and to the pillow next to her but instead was met with an ugly groan as she awoke. 

   "What're you doing I thought it was your turn to read." She groggily said 

   "Yes, it was my turn but you fell asleep mere moments after I began." He said standing up from the bed

   "Impossible, I wasn't even tired." She yawned before glancing out the glass doors that led to the balcony, "Damn it." 

   "It's alright, no one's perfect." He assured, "Except perhaps me." 

A large pillow came flying in his general direction before smacking the wall to his right. 

   "Awful throw." Loki commended 

This time, another one came flying and it hit him in the stomach with a surprisingly strong force. 

   "I win." Astri declared before slumping back into the bed and pulling the covers around her. 

   "You can't go back to bed, Astri," Loki said 

   "Sure I can. Watch me." She responded, her voice muffled by the pillow under her 

   "Today marks the beginning of the festivities for the Winter Solstice." Loki reminded 

Another loud groan came from the cocoon of blankets that was his friend before she unceremoniously removed herself from the bed. 

   "I'll see you later I guess." She said walking towards the door "I hope your dress is as nice as mine." 

   "It'll be far better," Loki said seriously 

Astri just shook her head and laughed as Loki shut the door behind her. 

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   "It appears I was wrong, brother," Thor said amid sips of his drink 

Of course, he had been wrong, Thor was always wrong. Astri wasn't in green but rather a light blue and silver one, and somehow this one was even more breathtaking than her green one. Loki watched her greet Sif and the other noble women who stood around in small groups while they chattered about unknown topics. Loki felt his legs moving without even a thought towards her as they finally made eye contact. 

   "Loki, where is your matching dress?" Astri teased 

   "I must have left it behind in my room." He breathed "You look...good." Damn. Why did he stop at just good?

   "Thank you. Frigga has a good eye. Astri smiled 

Loki glanced around the room, searching for his mother. 

   "Looking for me?" Her voice suddenly said from behind him 

   "Mother." He greeted 

   "Astri, come we want to show you something." A noble lady had looped her arm with Astri's and pulled her away from Loki.

   "Do you like her dress? I helped pick it." Frigga smiled 

   "Of course I like it," Loki admitted 

   "Good. Then you should have no problem dancing with her." Frigga said before gently pushing her son towards where her ward had walked "Don't forget to complement her hair!"

Normally, the heat at festivals never affected Loki. But, as he approached Astri again he swore he felt himself break out in a sweat. The instruments of the entertainers his father had summoned to the palace seemed twenty times louder as he held his hand out to Astri. 

   "Lady Astri." He finally found his voice, " May I have the honor of a dance?" 

Thor's eyes scanned the room, he was looking for his brother who had left his side the moment their childhood friend had entered the room. What surprised him though was that Loki wasn't just speaking to Astri as he normally did but instead leading her to the dance floor among other couples. He couldn't help but smile as he watched his younger brother smoothly lead the clumsy Astri in a traditional dance they had learned when they were younger.

Astri felt as if a thousand eyes were on her as Loki led the dance. As they spun, she could see Frigga's smiling face among so many other noble Asgardians. 

   "You're rather stiff." Loki pointed out 

   "It feels like everyone is watching us." She said, her voice barely above a whisper 

   "That is because they are." Loki smiled down at her, "They're all watching you." 

Astri felt her face redden as Loki's drew closer to hers. She tried to focus on anything but his words and his bright blue eyes that stared into hers.

   "You know, I love the way you look in green." Loki said "But this..." 

She felt his hand gently squeeze at her waist. 

   "You're stunning in blue, Astri." 

Astri swore it was out of embarrassment that she hid her face in his shoulder while his frame lightly shook from laughter. When she unburied her face, he was still looking at her with that intense gaze of his. 

   "Don't let it go to your head." He joked 

Instead of quipping back she just nodded and pressed herself closer to him, wishing for the moment to never end. 

I drabbled in Loki's POV a little more for this part. Also, the Attack on Titan finale still has me on the floor. Like, I knew what would happen in the end but seeing it all animated in front of me is a whole different thing. I listened to Lover by Taylor Swift while writing the dancing scene so if you want to set the tone, there you go. Also, starting in the next chapter I will be beginning to follow the plot of the first Thor movie. This means that the plot will be more cohesive and that updates might take longer since I won't just be writing from my imagination but instead sticking to what the MCU says is canon. Hope you are enjoying the story so far! 

Astri's Dress

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Head's Up, Seven Up

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“Are you Alice’s friend?” Jayne said, before he could turn to leave.  “Yes! That’d be me.  I’m Tom.”  He smiled and held out his hand.  “I’m Jayne.”  She smiled back and shook his hand.  “Come right in, Tom.  You’re right on time.  We were just getting started.”

She led him into the dinning room where everyone welcomed him.  Alice jumped up to give him a hug.  “I’m so glad you could make it!”  Turning around, she introduced him.  “Tom, this is everyone.  Everyone, this is Tom.  He’s new to town.”

Everyone welcomed him.  The only free spot was a corner seat across from Alice.  Jayne sat at the other corner across the table.  Looking at the delicious food, Tom dug right in.  “I could smell this as soon as I got out of my car.  It all looks amazing!”  All those around the table heartily agreed.  They loved coming whenever Jayne hosted.  Not that the others were bad (except Harry who’d been banned from cooking for the group after the last disaster).  They just preferred Jayne’s cooking.

“I’ve been eating takeaway for a week while I get my place set up,” said Tom.  No one really liked moving, and unpacking seemed to take forever, especially since he seemed to have lost the boxes with his kitchen stuff.  As much as he looked, those particular boxes never seemed to turn up.  

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That decision, if my character should end up with Pedro or Tom Hiddleston, is currently the hardest thing in my delulu mind.

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[alice-drysdale]

Guidance (part 2)

Alice’s POV:

Every morning feels the same, feeling the cold air in my room, smelling my dirty sheets, looking in my cracked mirror for 10 minutes asking myself if I will ever appreciate myself.

The answer is no. Probably not. But at this point I don’t even care. I feel empty every morning when I wake up, every minute I get screamed at by my parents and every second when is see my ugly reflection.

The constant screaming match my parents have are tiring. It’s always the same.

Maybe that’s why I’m excited now because I got a little change in my live. And that is saying hello to Mr Hiddleston and talking for 20 minutes before my break is over and I have to go back to my next class.

We have these small talks now for five weeks. And they were/are the best five weeks of the 11 years of school I ever had.

He is such a nice and fun person to be around. We talk a lot about books, poetry and theater. Sometimes he lends me books he thinks are interesting. And I read every single one of them and gave him my critics on it.

It felt like someone actually took my opinion seriously and by hart. And that’s why I got slowly emotionally attached to him.

Something that changed too was that I now sit next to him and not at the other side of the table anymore. It’s nice being so close to him. He radiates warmth and comfort with his calm presence. It’s something I never experienced, but it’s so nice.

Walking to school and back was always very tedious. I had to walk for an hour and ten minutes two times every day. But there is nothing I can do. My parents won’t give me money for driving with the bus or making my drivers license.

But it’s okay because on the way to school I already think about what me and Mr Hiddleston could talk about. Yesterday he told me he got a surprise for me and I ask myself what it is.

I try to listen to Mrs Gosling but it’s hard. I don’t understand math, I never did. And the bell would ring in a minute for Lunch so I only think about storming out of this classroom.

When the bell finally rings I but my stuff in my bag and run to the library. And Mr Hiddleston is already sitting at the table typing something on his phone.

„ well well well I think I have to confiscate that, no phones allowed Mr Hiddleston” he looked up surprised but then chuckled. „you are right I’m sorry Miss Bielefeld”

I set myself down next to him. I could smell his Parfum it was a citrusy and fresh smell with a bit of musk.  it’s addictive „you told me you have a surprise for me yesterday?” I asked excited.

„Did I?” He looked at me confused and my smile dropped slowly. But then he smirked at me „just kidding of course I do, wait” he looked around in his bag looking for something and pulled what looked like two pieces of paper out.

„I talked to the principal and told him what wonderful after- school- work you did for me for extra credit. And I told him that for this extra credit I planned on having a little educational trip for about 5 hours tomorrow. You will be excused for tomorrow and you will not have to attend your normal classes.“

He gave me one of the small pieces of paper… and it was a ticket for a theater show tomorrow. I was just holding it in my hands starring at it in disbelief. „I don’t think that the principal has to know that your extra credit was just reading a few books“ he chuckles

I teared up still holding the ticket in my hands starring at it. Mr Hiddleston Noticed that I wasn’t saying anything and he said slowly „I just thought it’s something you would maybe enjoy because you told me you never saw a show before. You don’t have to go of course- ”

But before he could finish his sentence I turned around and hugged him tightly crying into his shoulder. „T-Thank you“ I said still crying. he was Hesitating but then wrapped his arms around me too and stood up from the chair she he could hug me properly.

He probably doesn’t know what he really did to me with this. This was the first time someone ever gifted me something… and he gave me something i told him and wished for a few weeks ago.

When I was coming to my senses again I pulled away still looking at him with My watery eyes „how much did it cost?” I asked

He looked into my eyes saying seriously „it’s nothing you should ever worry about. I go to the theater often and buying a ticket more won’t make me poor“ he said softly.

“Here this is my email Adress, just write me one later where you want to get picked up. I will be there at around 8 am” he wrote it Down and gave it to me.

„Okay will do, thank you” I nodded. His thumb wiped away the last tear that rolled down my cheek. And this beautiful moment was destroyed by the bell

„Now I want you to stop crying, go to your next class and pay good attention. Can you do that for me Alice?” I nodded again and he smiled at me and I walked out of the room with a lot of different emotions…

Emotions I’ve never felt before. But I was sure of something

they were emotions I shouldn’t have for my teacher

When I got home I send Mr Hiddleston the Adresse from the Bus stop near my house. He send me an email back hoping that I will like the show tomorrow and that I should go to bed now to get a good sleep.

And I did exactly that. But I was to excited and I couldn’t sleep for the next 3 hours. But at some point my body was to tiered and i fell asleep.

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Uff part 2 and I feel like I want to switch guidance into a dark story. If you got any suggestions or want to get tagged just write me. But until then I see you next Tim! :D

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[fanficshiddles]

Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 9

Loki could see that Grace was wanting to help, but she was also struggling and getting upset at having to try and think back to when she was prisoner for that asshole, Kilgrave.

The team kept firing questions at her, Loki was getting rather irked with how they were being with her. He understood they were determined to get information so they could trap him, but they didn’t have to go about it in the way they were.

‘How long does it take for his powers to wean?’

‘Is there a certain distance that it can’t work from?’

‘Can he do it over a phone call?’

‘Is there anything at all that someone won’t do even if he said to?’

‘What’s the worst thing you’ve seen him make someone do?’

Grace had her head in her hands as she tried to answer their questions. ‘I… I don’t know… I’m not sure.’ She was close to breaking down, Loki could tell.

‘ENOUGH!’ Loki roared as he stood up abruptly. ‘That’s enough.’ He said firmly, glaring around the table.

He gently took hold of Grace’s upper arms and lifted her up to her feet. He put an arm around her waist and led her away from the team, who all looked a bit miffed and annoyed.

But Grace was relieved and so grateful that he did.

‘Imbeciles, the lot of them.’ Loki said as he took Grace down the hall, completely away from them.

‘It’s fine… I understand why they’re asking what they can. I just, I just can’t remember or don’t know. I think there’s a lot that I’ve blocked out of my mind. Things I can feel are there, but I just… can’t reach it. Or I don’t want to reach it…’

‘It’s not fine, you don’t need to be subjected to that.’ Loki growled low.

Grace was warmed that he was concerned for her like he was, that he was looking out for her.

‘It’s understandable, that you can’t remember everything. It was a long time you were… trapped. The mind often does strange things to protect itself, to protect you, from bad memories.’ Loki said as they continued walking, they ended up out in the walled garden.

It was almost an instant wave of relief that washed over Grace when she got into her safe haven, having Loki with her too made it even better, of course.

‘They don’t have any idea for how to take him down… do they?’ She asked quietly as they reached the bench in the middle.

Loki shook his head as they sat down, close together with their thighs touching. ‘I’m afraid not. But we will think of something, don’t worry.’

Grace nodded and looked across her garden in silence for a minute. She then swallowed hard before speaking again.

‘Your powers… your mind powers… you can see into people’s minds, into their memories. Right?’

Loki nodded. ‘I can indeed.’

‘Does that include memories that the person has forgotten about themselves?’ Grace asked.

‘No. Do not even go there, Grace.’ Loki said firmly, instantly clocking on to what she was thinking.

‘But I… I want to help. To stop him from doing it to anyone else, to try and stop what he IS doing right now to innocent people.’ Grace started tearing up.  

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose, then gathered her hands into his.

‘It can be painful bringing memories like that to the surface again. I don’t want that for you.’

‘There might be something there that will help. I know it will hurt, but maybe in a roundabout way, it might help me to move on more. In the long run?’

Loki sighed softly and leaned towards her, pressing his forehead gently against hers.

‘I understand that you want to help, to stop anyone else from being harmed. And it’s truly admirable, but this will be incredibly hard for you.’

Grace leaned back slightly. ‘I… I know. But I feel that I can get through it. Now that I have you… and the others.’ She added quickly, trying to hide a blush.

Loki reached up slowly and tucked some of her hair back behind her ear, then he trailed his fingers lightly down the side of her face, making her skin break out in goosebumps.

‘I would be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind before.’ Loki whispered. ‘We only do this if you are one hundred percent sure, and I will be as gentle as I possibly can.’

‘I know you will. I trust you, Loki.’

Loki just gazed into her eyes for a while, he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Then he ran his thumb across her forehead. ‘We best go to your room for this, you will be tired afterwards. It will take a lot out of you.’

Loki frowned when she giggled a bit. ‘What?’ He asked, confused.

‘Sorry… Dirty mind, what you said could sound wrong.’ She blushed again.

Loki chuckled. ‘One intimate thing at a time, hmm?’ He smirked and winked at her, making her blush even more.

They headed back inside and went to Grace’s room. Loki informed the others of what he was about to do, so they would make sure to give them privacy. Natasha and Wanda checked with Grace that she was definitely ok with it, and she assured them that she was. That she trusted Loki to do it.

He had her get comfortable on her bed, after drinking a glass of water, with her back against the headboard and a pillow at the back of her head too. Loki knelt beside her and rubbed his hands together.

‘I apologise if this does hurt… mentally. And I will do my best to just seek out what might be of use, but it will pull out other memories.’ He spoke softly, though she could hear concern in his voice too.

‘I… I know… It’s ok, I’ll be ok.’ She nodded, trying to keep it together. But she knew this was going to be so difficult.

‘I will make it as quick as possible.’ Loki said.

Loki pressed his palm against her forehead and seeped into her mind.

He had felt horrified at what she’d told him about her time with Kilgrave. But finding more that had been locked away in her memories, seeing images so clearly, it almost broke him completely. He was utterly heartbroken for her. And if he’d known how bad the memories were, he would never have agreed to it.

But now he was in her mind, he had to keep going. Even though her whimpers as she cried was cutting into him like a knife, he kept on searching. Like she wanted him to.

Grace couldn’t be sure how long it actually took. While it was mere seconds in real life, it felt like hours of torture for her in her mind. Bringing everything back to the surface, some memories she had forgotten about completely, and for good reason.

When Loki pulled his hand away, he was exhausted too, mentally. But not as bad as Grace, who crumpled into a heap. Loki instantly moved in close and took her into his arms. She cried and cried into his chest as he cradled her to him.

‘It’s ok, petal. It’s ok. I’m here, you’re safe. He’s not got you anymore. I’m so sorry.’ He stroked her hair and rocked her back and fore, and while she registered she was in his arms and knew she was safe, it still took the best part of an hour before she calmed down enough and stopped crying.

She eventually passed out in his arms out of sheer exhaustion, so he carefully manoeuvred them both into a more comfortable position and he just continued to hold her on his lap while she slept.

Loki knew he needed to get the information he found to the team as soon as possible, so they could get plans into action. So he used his seidr to send an illusion of himself to Thor, telling him what could be useful. But of course, leaving out a lot of personal stuff that Kilgrave had made her do, that wouldn’t be needed for the team to know.

He just focused on Grace for the rest of the afternoon, just holding her while she slept.

‘I will keep you safe, Grace. I will never let him hurt you again, I promise.’ He whispered to her, a tear of his own rolling down his cheek and into her hair as he kissed her head again.

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[frostbitten-written]

Presenting, an Incubus Loki fic: A Demon’s Curse

“Who are you,” she whispered again, growing weak in the knees, throbbing intensely between her legs, because he was right; he did have an effect on her body and she couldn’t control it... but she also didn’t want that control any longer. Every nerve in her body lit up when he touched her and she wanted to throw herself into the current so badly, his current. She wanted to give in to every last temptation he enticed her with, night, after torturous night. She wanted to experience every last nasty act he promised.

“You already know my name, and very soon, you will be screaming it.” He had audacity, that’s for sure. Although cocky was never her thing, it fit him nicely. “Then what are you?” At that question, his eyes flashed an iridescent green and his nostrils flared. One hand flew to her throat, each talon-like finger imprinting against her throat, and the other roughly grabbed her breast. “I am your inner demon. I am your new master. I am Loki.”

Coming to frostbitten_written on AO3 in October 2022

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 20

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: We get a it pissy, Flashback- nudity, female nipples, A dick gets touched a wee bit. Edit: **Yes, I got the chapter number wrong again...Fixed it **

AN:It's getting hot in here! Chapter warning- Our flashback finally has both nipples and dicks. Well, a dick. Very short mention of light foreplay and dirty talk. The flashback isn't long enough to be of anything more than once again blueballing readers. How long do you think I can do this before you actually get to the smut?

On a little more serious note, Kit is struggling. I'm sorry for anything that comes from me that is more unhinged than is normal though at this point, more unhinged than is normal is becoming the normal.

Masterlist Kofi AO3

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Mia woke warm and comfortable. It wasn’t how she usually woke. She tended to blast the AC at night or crack open the window during the winter. Anything to get it cold while she fell asleep. It was always something she regretted in the morning though when she had to drag herself from bed but the contrast of being warm and cozy under the blankets and the cold air in the room made for the best sleep.

This was something she could get used to, she decided as arms tightened around her. She had no business thinking that though. Tom traveled much for his career, even if they had managed to work out for real, how often would she get to wake up with him, tucked into his arms like this? 

They didn’t fall asleep in this position. They never did. More often than not in their short time together, she went to bed before Tom did. He often had late night calls and business to attend to thanks to the time difference but every morning she had woken in his arms and slipped herself free. 

Their life was quickly setting into a weird sense of normal. It was happening faster than she had been prepared for. They were strangers, friends and spouses all at the same time, changing with the fleeting moments. It felt like they were strangers less and less though.

Mia would wake up too early and make breakfast for her and Sally. Tom would wake shortly after and go down to the complex gym where he would run. Running was something Mia never really seemed to enjoy but Tom would spend quite some time running every morning. 

He needed to stay fit for his next project, he had told her. Running was something he enjoyed regardless but for his character he needed to be lean and fit. It was far easier for him to maintain the physique rather than let it slip and have to play physical catch up. 

Pinching at her belly, Mia knew it wouldn’t hurt her to join him. She could stand to drop some weight. It was just a matter of time before she was face to face with how horrible people can be when talking about women’s bodies. If she had a flat stomach, maybe they would have less to pick at. 

Who was she kidding? They would find something. They always did and she liked carbs too much. Plus, she had grown a whole ass child. No matter what she did, she didn’t think she’d have that flat stomach of her teens back again. 

After Tom had his morning run, he would come back for a shower and a light breakfast. An egg, some toast and fruit usually was what he would have. Mia would sometimes have it ready for him when he came back up but other times she lost track of time and he made it for himself without complaint. 

Every time he came back though, he would greet her with an arm around her waist and a squeeze of his hand on hers. It was a greeting she began to look forward to every morning. 

Mia sat at the table, plate of pancakes and eggs in front of her. Sally was across from her and they were practicing spelling ‘Sally’ and writing Mia’s phone number on a dry erase board as they ate. 

Sure, it would be quicker and easier to eat then practice, one task at a time but Sally was in a learning mood. Mia had long ago learned that when a child wanted to learn, you took advantage of that for as long as you could. 

Ride that wave while it lasted. 

Once Sally had these things down, Mia would start teaching their address. In handful of weeks Sally would be starting kindergarten and Mia wanted her to be as prepared as she could be going into it. 

“What do you want for your birthday?” Mia asked as Sally finished writing her phone number again. 

“Someone’s got a birthday coming up?” Tom asked from the doorway. His hair was dark with water from the shower still and sticking up in every direction from being towel dried. Mia had yet to get used to seeing him like that, tee shirt clinging lightly to his still slightly damp chest in places. 

“In two days!” Sally was great about not annoying people wit her upcoming birthdays. 

Mia had always been thankful for that but it also made her feel guilty. They never had the money to go big. Birthdays were always small affairs with little homemade cakes and dollar store toys. If Mia was lucky, she could get one or two quality toys. Ashley would pull through usually with something that wouldn’t break in two weeks. 

“Well, what are you doing for your birthday?” Tom asked, focused intently on the small girl that had unexpectedly became a part of his life. 

“I want a pool party!” Sally had seen a birthday pool party in a show and she had talked about off and on since. Mia had hoped that she had forgotten. 

“Well, if that’s what the birthday girl wants, that’s what she’ll get!” Tom loved birthdays. His sister had warned him against becoming over eager plenty of times when it came to things for her own children. “What is the birthday girl going to want for her birthday?”

“A pony!” Mia cringed back. Sally was treating it like a game. She probably thought it was. Mia was terrified however that Tom would take the request seriously.

“Do you even know how to ride a pony?” Tom leaned forward and raised an eyebrow dramatically.

Please be joking. Please be joking. Mia wasn’t sure there was a graceful way to jump in if he wasn’t joking. 

“Noooo.” Sally giggled. 

“Have you ever even touched a pony?” Tom asked, lowering the eyebrow and raising the other. It was comical and Mia couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. 

Please don’t buy her a pony. Please, Please, do not by her a fucking pony. 

“Nooo.” Sally giggled harder. 

“Well maybe a pony would be something to work up to.” Tom leaned back and put his eyebrows back where they belonged. “But who knows what birthday miracles may happen.”

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Mia waited for Tom outside of Sally’s door. At least for the time being, Tom was the requested guest star of bedtimes and Mia had been pushed aside. Sure, she could have felt jealous or threatened by it but she instead relished in the help. 

She was tired from working her shift. Her feet hurt and the dress was uncomfortable but she made it home just in time for bedtime. She gave her hug and kisses and goodnights but Sally wanted the bedtime story from Tom and Tom alone once again. 

Mia tried not to worry about how Sally would cope with things when Tom left again. It would be time to take him to the airport again before they knew it. She wasn’t looking forward to it at all. Sally would miss him. Mia would miss the help greatly. 

Mia would miss him greatly too.

Tom being there meant she didn’t have to pay for a babysitter, though this was the first day he was on his own without Gretchen relieving him for part of the day or supervising. He had insisted he was fine with watching Sally while he was there.

He reminded her again and again that he was her step father, even if Sally didn’t know that yet. It was a job he insisted he took seriously and so far, it seemed that he did. He had all but begged her to trust him and begrudgingly, she did. 

“Good Night.” Tom said, stepping out of the door and closing it behind him, nearly walking into Mia. “Oh-” 

“Do not buy her a pony.” 

Tom laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist. Mia didn’t find anything funny though she let him lead her away from the door and toward the couch. Bare feet padded along as she waited for Tom to say anything. 

“I mean it Tom, don’t buy her a pony.” 

“I’m not going to buy her a pony.” Tom said as he sat down on the couch. He made an effort to pull her down with him but she stood ridged. “What’s wrong.” 

“Tom, I am her mother.” 

“I know that.” 

“Then do not make birthday plans or promises or anything without clearing it with me first.” 

“But I-”

“Do you even know if she’s got friends to invite to a pool party? Who would show up? Or the logistics of planning a kid’s birthday party? I don’t know if they’re done differently in England but they’re a fucking nightmare here.” 

“I’m sorry, I-”

“We don’t have anyone to invite. Let alone on short notice. Do not put some grand party ideas in her head when I can’t deliver on that and even if you can, who’s to say if I can next year. Or the year after. She is my daughter and we have our ways of doing things.”

“Okay.” Tom raised his hands up in submission. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I got excited is all.” 

“Good.” Mia didn’t know what else to say. She was still angry, she’d spent most of her shift fuming about it and worrying about what other promises are being made without her being there to intercept it. “Good.”

“What can I do to fix it?” Tom tugged at her hand, urging her to sit with him. 

“Just keep it small. And ask first.”

He noticed then that she was still wearing the short cocktail dress that was her uniform. Her legs were on full display. She wasn’t particularly tall however the length of the skirt did wonders at highlighting the length and shape of her legs. “Why haven’t you changed yet?”

“I was distracted.” 

“By your need to yell at me?” Tom joked. 

“Yes.” She huffed. 

“Go change. Then you can yell at me more from something more comfortable, if you want.”

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Mia changed out of the reveling dress in the closet with the door shut behind her. It was silly, they were married and yet she she was still shy around him. He was a attractive man who could have and did have actresses and she was everyday normal. 

She slipped on a pair of athletic shorts that were used for sleep far more than they were used for working out. It was just a matter of time before her metabolism came crashing down and she’d have to start working out or learn to again love, well- like, her changing body.

For now, walking miles on the casino floor in four inch heels and skipping her mid shift meal to avoid the bloat in the dress worked together to keep her weight within what she felt was acceptable. 

Just because she thought it was acceptable didn’t mean she was ready to expose a sober Tom to every little bulge, sag and stretch mark that came with having grown a child. She’d seen pictures of the woman he had dated before her, she was too weak to resist looking. She was fit and trim and tall and fucking beautiful. 

That was the sort of woman men like Tom looked good with. They were the kind of women men like Tom liked. They belonged on red carpets and in magazines. 

Mia threw out her insecurities as best she could while she threw her bra in the hamper. She hated the feeling of taking it off. It did a great job of supporting her breasts that had never really recovered from a near year of breastfeeding. She had no other way to explain it but that they felt deflated, empty but with a good bra, they were pretty damn nice still. 

She slipped on a oversized Tshirt and pulled her largely deflated curls into a messy pony tail. With a overnight shift coming up tomorrow, she had enlisted Tom to help keep her awake so that she’d sleep in. 

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Tom folded over her as she ran her fingers up his chest, taking in the feeling of his muscles as they moved. His head swam as he took her nipple into his mouth again. Tugging, pulling and licking, he teased delicate moans from her throat. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he kissed his way up to her neck.

Her back arched under him as he ran his fingers up and down her sides. Each breath she took caused her nipples to brush against his chest. 

“I want you.” She pleaded as she blindly worked his buckle open. “Please.” 

She was like an animal pawing to get to some vital resource. It took far longer than she wanted to get the belt free. Tom grew impatient and uncomfortable with waiting and yanked it free himself. 

As he tossed it behind him, she palmed him through his pants. She moaned at the feeling and it would be a lie to say he didn’t take satisfaction in that. He wasn’t a poorly endowed man by any means, he knew that but having a woman moan at the feel alone was a great complement. 

“Please.” Oh, he liked hearing her beg for him. 

He also liked the feeling of her fingers wrapping around him. He hadn’t noticed when she had gotten his trousers unbuttoned, let alone unzipped but good god, her fingers felt good wrapped around his shaft. 

“Let me get these off.” 

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[vbecker10]

Laundry Day

Loki's POV of events: How Could This Not Fit?!

Bucky's spin-off fic: Loads of Fun (different Y/N character) - in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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[stjarnaloki]

Hiii so I’m this is a 3am idea but could you do a Loki x reader one shot based off green green dress from Tick Tick boom? I LOVE YOUR WORK

Hiii Amelia! i looooooved this idea, I was so excited when I read it. I hope you like what I came up with!

Green (Green) Dress (Loki x f. reader)

warnings: 18+ tags: prince Loki, reader is from Vanaheim, dress ripping, thor has a wife, also he's king, this is the dress I was picturing

Can I tie you up love? If you tell me yes I'll unbutton every button down your green, green dress

The Bifrost spit you out as usual, in an overwhelming blur of colors and the sensation of being hit in the chest by an iron fist. 

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, cursing the shimmering gold buildings in the distance that caught the sun. Asgard was far too bright at 8 a.m. 

Heimdall looked down from his pedestal at you, offering nothing but a respectful nod of his head. You smiled back meekly, trying to resist the urge to hurl on the glittering floor. 

When you got your bearings, you adjusted your grip on your overnight bag and hiked up your skirts, beginning the long journey down the rainbow bridge. Early morning mist curled its tendrils around the edges of the walkway. It smelled of salt and olive trees as you drew closer to the castle, reminders of early fall. 

You had a few hours before the luncheon that morning celebrating King Thor’s first treaty, and unfortunately you knew exactly what to expect. A dreadfully dull morning full of speeches, toasts, and not enough alcohol. The niceties would fade as the sun went down, the old people would go to bed, and then a party, raucous and full of too much mead would take its place. You’d been invited as a guest of honor, and you couldn’t exactly decline the invitation as a powerful woman from the other Realm in the treaty. 

It’s just one night, you said, sighing. Hopefully you could sneak off early to the library. 

One thing held your spirits slightly higher than normal, however. A formal event always got your heart racing, not for the political bullshit but for the dress-up. You loved the process, laying down tints and glitter on your eyes and cheeks, sliding into high heels and silk skirts that brushed your ankles whenever you moved. Nothing was more fun to you than a transformation. Tonight’s dress was going to turn heads, if you had any say in it. 

You knew it was provocative to wear one of the Prince’s colors, even more so as a guest of honor. It was an unspoken tradition, and Asgardian girls that made the mistake of wearing red to a ball rarely ever made that mistake again after experiencing a glowering stare from Thor’s queen. 

But the green dress had been practically molded to your body, and there was no way in Hel you would be prevented from wearing it. 

You took the long way to the palace, winding your way through groves of olive trees and stopping for deep breaths at rose bushes taller than your head. As you rounded a corner you were suddenly stopped in your tracks, drawing a quiet gasp as you recognized the raven curls that were sprawled under an orange tree, bent over a book. You backtracked immediately, trying to escape without being seen, but a severe brow suddenly looked up from his book and sat up a little straighter. 

“My apologies, Prince Loki,” you said with a respectful bow. “I didn’t realize you’d be here, I-”

“Thought you’d be able to trespass in the gardens alone?” said Loki in a soft but terrifying voice. You kept your face set in stone, but your stomach flipped. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but his gaze sent little jolts of panic into your limbs. 

“Well, yeah,” you said, deciding that coming clean was your safest bet. 

“I see,” said Loki, and he stood, stretching his long limbs. “Here to facilitate my brother’s peacocking, I assume?” he continued, sounding bored. 

“Against my will,” you said with a smirk. The constant quarreling of the Asgardian brothers was well-known, even as far away as Midgard, and you might as well play into it. 

Loki raised an eyebrow at this, the smallest sign that you had intrigued him. 

“Likewise…” he murmured, his nose wrinkling with the thought of the fast-approaching afternoon. 

“I should leave you,” you said, anxious about other unexpected eyes in the garden. 

“Find me, tonight,” Loki said as you turned to walk away. You looked back, raising an eyebrow at his request. 

‘It won’t be hard, I’ll be right next to the king, on that same stupid pedestal,” said Loki, smirking. “I only mean that if you’d wish to escape drunken warriors, I’m quite familiar with this place…”

“I’ll be in green,” you replied with a nod. “You come find me.” With a turn of your heel, you left the garden. 

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The fabric felt like water on your skin as you slid it over your head. Hours had gone by since you’d unexpectedly run into the exact Prince whose color you'd be stealing tonight. The luncheon passed with nothing of note, although you had stolen a few more glances than normal at the mop of black hair at the royal table, and been shocked to find green eyes staring back on every occasion. You’d managed to excuse yourself for your outfit change, and you were nearly running late. Voices were beginning to drift up the stairs from the party that was well underway. 

At last, your earrings were on and your shoes were buckled. You painted your lips a pale shade of pink and stepped into view of the full-length mirror. If you were honest, you’d outdone yourself. 

It was the most vibrant shade of emerald green, cinched at the waist and cascading in gentle strips down your legs. A slit nearly as high as your hip let bits of your glowing skin peek through when you walked, and it had mesh sleeves with bits of golden thread woven through into tiny stars. 

You felt a million pairs of eyes on you as you crossed the grand threshold into the ballroom. 

The God of Mischief didn’t even know your name, but there you were, dark green fabric draping over your hips as if he had picked it out himself. The eldest Asgardians audibly expressed laments of your insolence, while the younger ones stole glances and turned back to their friends and whispered did you see?  

Having no group of friends to retreat to, you walked with your head held high to the bar, where you ordered a very strong drink from a bartender who looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You downed it in one gulp and quickly ordered another, begging it to replenish the courage that was failing you. Thankfully, Thor had begun drinking hours before, and after a few minutes was drawing every pair of eyes in the room as he was hoisted by six warriors in the middle of a large dance circle.  

One pair of eyes in particular, however, couldn’t be bothered by the commotion. 

Loki was looking at you intently, and even from your perch at the bar you could see how bright his eyes were and the smirk that curled his lips. 

Your mouth went dry at the intensity of his gaze. He seemed to be either incredibly mad or incredibly pleased; it was hard to tell with a man who thrived in chaos. 

He came down off the raised royal platform in slow, methodical steps, your gazes locked on each other’s. A drop of condensation dribbled from your cold glass down your wrist and you shuddered. 

Then he was crossing the room, his absence gone unnoticed thanks to Thor’s incredible distraction. 

Loki bowed deeply when he was in front of you, a man of tradition only amongst the eyes of his kingdom. 

“If it was attention you wanted, my lady, you most certainly have succeeded,” he said, his eyes flitting down to the curve of your breasts and back to your face. 

Heat rose in your chest. Even in your heels, he towered inches over you. His finest banquet attire didn’t help, either; the golden pauldron on his shoulders adding so much to his regalness that you were tempted to look down at your shoes. Still, you persisted.

“Oh, I know, I doubt I’ll ever be invited back,” you sighed. “What a shame.” 

Loki flashed his teeth at your sarcasm. 

“Are you mad at me?” you asked innocently. “I know this is yours and all,” you motioned to the dress.

“Far from it,” Loki said. “I’m thrilled, actually. The drunk antics of my brother are old news. All anyone will be talking about tomorrow will be the mystery girl who dared to wear a green dress and how the prince just couldn’t keep his eyes off her…”

Your drink stopped halfway to your lips. “...is that so?” 

“How can I repay you for taking my brother down a peg?” asked Loki, ignoring your question. The curl in his lip persisted. 

“You could get me out of here,” you half-laughed, not expecting what came next. 

Loki looked at you for a beat, took the glass from your hand and proceeded to down the rest of it. He placed it on the counter and offered you his arm, raising his eyebrows expectantly when you didn’t take it immediately. 

“You asked,” he prodded, and then grabbed your arm himself. “Let’s go.” You weren’t quite sure what you were getting into, but you hooked your arm around his bicep, the leather of his armor softer than you’d imagined. He walked you at a brisk pace towards the door.

“Loki, people are watching us leave,” you hissed through your teeth. No answer. He nearly dragged you away from the party, walking swiftly with an energy you’d never quite thought him capable of. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” you said once you reached a vacant hallway deep within the castle. You were all too aware of the quiet that had replaced the noise of the party. 

“Fuck them,” he said, a glint in his eye. You gripped his arm tighter and smiled, heat spreading to your cheeks. “You obviously have a taste for causing mischief, therefore you’re the most interesting person at that fucking party and therefore the only one worth my time now…any more complaints?” Loki said all in one breath. He’d stopped walking, shifted his grip up to grasp your forearm. The fingers that dug into the skin made your heart speed up. 

“No,” you whispered, letting him take a step closer. His eyes raked over your body and it took everything in you not to quiver under him. 

“Now…” Loki said, licking his lips. “What to do about this dress?” 

His hand reached down to the slit in your dress and let the shimmering fabric slide over two fingertips. The pads of them gently brushed your thigh, and goosebumps erupted in their wake.

“Stunning…” Loki whispered, staring only at your lips. His other hand found the small of your back, pressing on the line of buttons one by one up your spine. Your eyes closed in spite of yourself, and when you opened them again you found lust in Loki’s eyes. 

“We shouldn’t…” you murmured. If Loki looked at you like that again you weren’t sure if you’d be able to say no.

“No, we shouldn’t,” murmured Loki back. “But you never were one for playing by the rules, were you…?”

Your mouth fell open and Loki caught it with his own, pressing you against the wall until the weight of him left you gasping. 

Flamed licked your body when he kissed you again. 

“Touch me,” you breathed against his mouth, and Loki drew back, his pupils blown and lips red and shining. His hands raked up the shimmering green fabric until they met your skin and you gasped, feeling the way his body moved on yours as he tugged at your hips desperately. A groan escaped his lips as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Please…” Loki whispered against your cheek, breathless already from your lips. “Let me unwrap you from this exquisite thing…” his fingers ran over the pleats on your breasts, making your nipples harden.  His lips were sweet with red wine and pillowy soft; you wanted to drown in them. 

“Why don’t you rip it off?” you replied in an equally sultry voice. The effect was instantaneous. Loki growled deep in his throat, hiking your skirt up even higher until his hands caressed the soft flesh of your hip bone. In an instant, he was carrying you into the next room as his tongue tangled with yours. He kicked the door closed as you crossed the threshold and set you down again, only to pin you face-first towards the door. 

“Say it again,” he said, breathing into your neck. His hands toyed with the buttons, like his fingers were itching to destroy. 

“Tear it off of me,” your moan muffled by the weight of him against you. 

With an obscene ripping sound, Loki split all 20 buttons down the back of the gown with a casual yank. The gauzy fabric gave nearly instantly, and it fell in a heap at your feet. You turned to face him, completely bare, and found a self-satisfied grin on his face. With a snap of his fingers, his clothes vanished as well.

“Come here, you little minx,” he grumbled, his hands grasping your hips to hoist you easily from the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he pressed you into the mattress, his cock trapped between you as his body encompassed yours. 

“Oh, sweet girl…” he groaned. His tip was already leaking clear fluid onto your stomach. You swiped some up with your finger and sucked it off while he watched you, tasting delicious salt dance on your tongue. 

“Let me taste you…” Loki murmured between the kisses he lay on your collarbones. “Let me dive into your thighs and never come up…” 

You nodded desperately, eyes wide with want. He kissed all the way down your body, leaving wet marks on each breast and down your pelvic bone. He looked at you as he spread your folds apart, piercing you with his green eyes as he took a long, flat lick along your slit. 

“Fuck…” you cried, your hips twitching at the sudden rush of pleasure. “Fuck, Loki, oh my god…” 

Loki was laving at your clit with the tip of his tongue, holding your hips to his face when you tried to squirm. Heat built in your core and you clapped a hand to your mouth to stifle your moans. 

“No, be loud for me, babygirl…” Loki said. “I want to hear you.” 

“Ah-fuck,” you obeyed, and Loki dove back in between your legs, adding two fingers that slid in easily through your wetness. You clenched around them with every swirl of his tongue on your clit, your moans becoming short and unstable. The energy building in your core made you feel electric.

“Augh…mmm…Loki…” you whined as his tongue plunged into your entrance, slurping at your juices until they dribbled down his chin. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop…” 

“Then I’m doing something right, babygirl,” Loki said, his mouth not leaving your clit. The vibrations from his voice made your hips buck and you bit down hard on your lip to keep from coming undone. 

“N-no,” you whimpered, grasping at his dark curls to yank him up to your face. His mouth was smeared with your juices and you kissed him messily, tasting yourself all over his tongue. It made you feel absolutely animal. You wanted to be filled with every possible inch of him, and you told him so.

“I need to come on your cock, Loki, please,” you whined, grasping his leaking cock until he shuddered. You pumped him a few times until he was straining in your hand. 

“Greedy little thing,” Loki teased, but he was lining himself up with your dripping entrance the moment the words left your lips. With a hiss, he pressed himself into your cunt, overwhelmed by how tight and warm you felt around him. 

“Fuck, you’re exquisite…” he half-cried when he bottomed out inside of you. 

“Yes…” you said, feeling filled to the brim. He began to pump his hips achingly slow. Your nails grazed the pale skin of his back as you adjusted to his length, feeling every vein of his shaft as he moved in and out. 

“Yes, just like that, oh-” he began to move faster, the ridge of his head rubbing your g-spot and making your back arch. 

“You like that?” Loki goaded. “Want me to fill you up?” 

“Oh, Loki…”  you cried, imagining yourself leaking his essence all over his sheets, tainted and marked by the prince of another realm. 

“That’s right babygirl, oh, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Loki said, his voice hitching as he thrust up into you. His cock felt so big you could nearly see it stretching the skin of your stomach with every snap of his hips. 

Hot, wet liquid was flowing down your thighs from your cunt, gushing forward with every movement of Loki inside of you. 

“Listen to yourself…you’re so wet,” Loki said in a strangled voice. “You’re gonna fucking drain me, darling.” 

You nodded and whimpered, pulling the bulk of him impossibly closer and licking into his mouth. You loved being filled by him in every hole, so much that you never wanted to leave that sensation. 

Loki swallowed your moans, his hips rocking more desperately now. One hand trailed down to circle your clit, and he cried out as your cunt clamped down in a rhythmic pattern. 

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, babygirl?” Loki said, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice steady. 

“Y-yes,” you groaned, circling your clit faster and faster, feeling warmth spread from your core to your limbs and growing ever-tighter around his cock. “Loki, I’m gonna come, fuck…come with me…” 

Your command was cut off with a guttural moan and Loki’s cock sent you over the edge. Your cunt gripped him, your body wracked with an orgasm that felt like white-hot light. You clutched the sides of his face and moaned his name into his mouth, one last shallow thrust sending him tumbling over the cliff with you. He groaned deep and wet in your mouth, spilling himself inside you. It was warm and sticky, coating every surface of your slit and seeping deeper inside of you with every pulse of your core. 

“Hah–” you both said, breathing the same breath as the last drops of his release dripped inside of you.  Loki’s arms gave out and he collapsed on your chest, kissing your sweaty collarbones lazily as you slowly returned to your bodies. 

After a long time, Loki reluctantly slid out of you with a groan, drawing you closer to his chest. 

“I don’t have anything else to wear,” you mused, motioning to the heap of green fabric that lay next to the door. 

“I could fix it,” Loki offered, stroking your temple.

“Or you could keep me in your bed all night.”

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[allthenobodyppl]

Chapter 2 has been posted! Loki, still suffering from the effects of arousal poisoning from an aphrodisiac flower, searches for his Hunter to have his way with her.

Title: Arousal Poisoning

Fandom: Loki TV Series

Rating: Explicit Smut

Relationship: Loki/Reader or Loki/Original Female Character

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius took Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet that had only one infrastructure – a prison that was supposed to house the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals. Every single criminal and prison guard had been executed and the prison ransacked. Mobius and Loki were supposed to investigate before the branched timeline collapsed, but a trap poisoned Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts…

Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex fanfic that can either be a self-insert, or an original female character, depending on your own interpretation.

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The T. Swift Project

Song: I Knew You Were Trouble

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! I honestly don't think there's much to look out for in this one. If I do miss something, I apologize in advance but you are responsible for what you read.

You meet the Prince of Mischief at a ball and you couldn't deny the attraction that was was there; at least, you thought there was.

When he got you along, he whisked you away and pulled out all of the tricks to woo you.

You fell for him that night and fell hard.

However, you should've known better than to fall in love with a trickster because by the end of the week, he was already gone and was acting like he didn't care.

A few weeks passed and you couldn't help but wonder if any of it meant anything to him. You stewed on it constantly.

You guess you only had yourself to blame for falling so quickly for someone who apparently didn't care.

You were just a new notch in his Asgardian leather belt and nothing more.

The saddest fear crept in as you realized that he never loved you and now, you were lying on the cold hard ground trying to get over him.

All you could do now was put shame on yourself because you knew when your eyes met from across the ballroom that he was going to be trouble.

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Regards, Loki

Louisa has a hard time making ends meet until one night, her best friend convinces her to sign up on a sugar daddy website, but she only agrees to sign up for correspondence, not sex. Cora only made her promise to keep it up for a week, and she didn’t want to let her best friend down. Once the week was over, Louisa would delete her profile. It's just when she's going to delete her profile at the end of the week that she receives an interesting message.

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[emotionflowsworld]

Home alone? Not for long...

It was 7 pm in the evening, tired from all the work, I remove my shoes and get a glass of water. I open my phone and look at the last text from Tom

Tom: see you soon love x.

I liked the message and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I wear a long t-shirt and solid black panties. I lay in the bed with a sipper water bottle and look up my instagram and look at his latest loki poster. I look at the time, it is 7:30 pm. I message him asking when will he be home.

Tom: i am afraid it will be another half hour. miss you. Me: see you soon.. Tom : can't wait x

I sigh and lie back on the bed remembering last night. Tom, while i am on my stomach hovering over me "You just had to wear that office skirt today, didn't you?" as he fucked my pussy from behind while pulling on my hair and kissing my neck. I said "Are you complaining Mr. Hiddleston?". He grunted as I clenched around him ,"Never love, if it were up to me I would keep you in that office skirt and just a blazer all the time." I moaned loudly as he said that. I snapped out, very horny and excited as I felt up my cheeks go warm. I opened the bedside drawer and removed my rabbit vibrator, and switched it on and moved it over my clothed pussy and kept  moving it up through my top until it reaches the middle of my breasts. I take off my t-shirt and move them over my clothed nipples. I keep going up and trace it on my jawline, behind my ear and over my lips. I hear the closing of my bedside drawer and open my eyes to look at him looming over and smiling "Started the fun without me, someone must have been real desperate love." I spoke smiling " It is not my fault that you fuck me so good that I can't stop replaying it." He gets on the bed over me "Don't let me stop you love. You look exquisite." I giggled and he slid his hands around me and unclips my bra, slides my straps off and gently caress my nipples as I moan lightly under him. He takes my wrist and rubs the vibrator  over my soaked panties and moves down to kiss my pussy and my inner thighs and slides the panties off me. He guides my hand with the vibrator and pushes it inside me as I arch my lower back and moan. He lays beside me and takes the vibrator in his hand and puts it on the highest setting and  I say "Fuck yes Tom I missed you so much."

He smirks and  comes close to my ear and says " But it is not I who is inside you, is it?" He stops the vibrator and removes it. I widen my eyes and beg "Please don't stop. I really missed you love." But in turn he moves over me and lands me on all fours and spanks my ass as I grunt heavily. He says "Well let me fix not being inside you darling." as he rolls on the condom and slams inside me harshly. I put my head in the pillow and scream loudly as he fucks me with everything he has. He turns me over and puts my legs on his shoulders and hits that exact spot again and again as I become a shaking mess. I whimper slightly and say "Fuck yes right there Tom, I am so close, don't stop." He finds the vibrator and puts it over my clit and I scream loudly as it touches my sensitive pussy. I start to clench around him harder which means i am close. He leans over as he fucks me and kisses me hungrily.

I cum violently as I remove my lips from him to scream out is name. Soon after he bites on my neck and finishes insides the condom as he grunts into my skin. He gets off me to clean up and hands me the towel after which I clean myself up and go to the bathroom.

I come out and say "I am hungry." He says "Already sorted my love, I know how famished you can be after a heavy session." He winks at me as he hands me a plate of sliced apple. I say "It is good that one of us is aiming to keep me healthy." He smiles and says "Well I do need your stamina for selfish reasons darling." I chuckle as I bite off a piece of the sliced apple.

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